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Michaels Sexual Awakenings (1/7)

Age when it happend: 13
Where it happened: tent
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight

I can still remember the time I had my first ejaculation. I was 13 and it was the summer between 7th and 8th grade. I was real shy around girls and in the absence of sex-ed in those days (late 60’s) knew absolutely nothing, other than that I got all stiff when ever I had those nasty thoughts.

I had discovered my father’s Playboy stash and had had many sessions studying the nudes but never got beyond the pictures to read anything in the magazines and did not even know what an ejaculation was. And I was embarrassed to ask anyone about this “stiff prick” problem was, I was so
naive that I thought something was wrong with me and too ashamed to tell anyone.

It all changed that summer. I was riding my bike, a solitary event I did for hours every day, lonely as I was. I had just started out and was about 2 blocks from home when I passed 4 girls, all about my age. As I passed,
I eard one girl say “Oh, he looks like he’s old enough” in a tone of voice like “he would do”. I didn’t know what they meant but they followed me on their bikes for a block or so. I felt they were following me, and being
shy stopped to let them pass. In a moment they were next to me and they stopped beside me.

“Hi” said one of the girls. She was pretty. Blond, long hair, thin build, and wearing a pair of white shorts and blouse. Shoes, but no socks.

“Hi”, I replied uncomfortably. They all giggled, and I blushed, without knowing why.

“We were wondering if you would do us a favor”, the same girl who had spoken before started out, and before I could reply she added, “Oh, how old are you?”.

I didn’t know what to say or how to read them. “thirteen and a half – why?”

“Oh, we were just wondering. Will you do us that favor?”. More giggles from he other three.

I looked up at them and they all seemed to think this was funny. Were they aking fun of me? Why? And what was the joke? I looked down at my fly – no, it was zipped up – what had I done wrong and why were they teasing me?.

They saw my hesitation. “Aw, come on, just say yes”, the one girl persisted.

“What is it?” I finally asked, and looked down, too shy to make eye contact.

“Just say yes, and I’ll tell you.”

I just shrugged. The giggles were silent but all four were still smiling. I was still off guard and didn’t know what to say or do. Finally I said, “Well, I’ve got to be going, see you around,” and started to get back on my bike. I felt her arm on mine.

“Okay, Okay”, she began, “I’ll tell you what it is. We wanted to show you something. You’ll think it’s neat.”

“What?”

“It’s a secret. I promise you’ll like it. It’s up the road about a block, you’re going that way anyway”. Mysterious. But now my heart was starting to pound. And her hand on my arm seemed so urgent.

“Okay”, I finally said, “if it doesn’t take too long”. It might have been my imagination but they seemed to get excited at this.

“Great, follow us”, she said, and they all started getting on their bikes. Somewhat reluctantly I did the same. We took off riding slow. After about a block I was losing my nerve to stay with them “Where are we going?” I asked.

“We’re almost there. Relax. You’ll like it”.

A moment later we came up on the tiny set of woods adjoining a local church.

“Turn here” she ordered. They stopped their bikes, lifted them up over the curb and looked at me with anticipation. I stopped when they did but wasn’t sure if I should go any farther. I knew these woods, if you could call them
that. They went back about 100 yards or so. There was an empty field beyond that that backed up to the elementary school. Many a game of hide and seek and been played in these trees when I went to that school. There was nothing
in there I hadn’t seen before, though it had probably been a couple of years since I last visited these trees.

“Come on” she urged. This same girl did all the talking. Almost pleading, she repeated “come on, it’s in here”. Hmmm, I didn’t know any of these girls. I didn’t even know there names. I hadn’t seen them around my neighborhood before. What did they want?

“What’s in there?” I stammered.

“Just come on. You promised”.

I had not, and despite that and my pounding heart I followed them. Too embarrassed to say no.

We walked the bikes about 30 or 40 yards into the woods. At last I saw the object of their intention: A tent. An old canvas tent, set up and standing. As I stood there looking, and still not knowing why they wanted to show me a tent the leader of the pack spoke again.

“We put it up. Yesterday.” And now here voice sounded seductive somehow. “We slept in it last night. Just the four of us. Neat huh?”.

“Yeah”, I admitted shyly, “That’s kind of cool. Why’d you put it here though?”.

“Oh, it’s real private, ” she said, “REAL private” she reiterated.

“Yeah, it’s real private”, another one of the girls said and kind of half giggled.

I turned and looked back. They had let me drift forward and now I realized that they were all looking at me carefully, as if they were sizing me up for something.

“Well it’s kind of cool,” I said, “thanks for showing me”, for lack of anything intelligent to say.

“Oh, there’s more. That’s not all we wanted to show you. What we REALLY wanted to show you is inside the tent”.

Oh. Hmmm. This is getting stranger by the minute. Were they looking to beat me up or something. It had to be some kind of trick.

“I don’t know …” I started.

“Aw, you’re already here. And it will just take a minute. We won’t hurt you”, she coaxed.

“Okay, real quick though” I agreed.

The leader went in first, followed reluctantly by myself and eagerly by the others. The flaps were pulled back letting in a little light. There were a couple sleeping backs, a flashlight, and a small stack of magazines. The
tent was not quite tall enough to stand up in, we all had to crouch.

“Sit down” she encouraged. I did and they followed.

“Here’s what we wanted to show you” said the leader, and from under the stack of magazines she pulled out a Playboy. “Let’s look at it”, her voice was getting huskier, hungry.

I sat silently, not saying anything as she laid it open in front of me and opened it to one of the juicy pages. “Like it?”

“It’s okay”, I said. my pulse was quickening, and I felt a stirring in my pants. All I was wearing was a pair of shorts (and briefs underneath), skinny as I was I always went shirtless in the hot summer months. I was embarrassed that they might see me getting hard and hid it as best I could by folding my arms in my lap.

“Oh, you know you like it. All boys do. It gives you an erection doesn’t it”.

God this was embarrassing. Did she know about my problem? (Yes, I was really this dumb about sex). “What’s an erection” I asked.

They all giggled. “That’s what you have right now between your legs” the ringleader snickered.

I must have been red as a beet. “What do you mean” I stuttered, lying, confused … excited.

“You do too. You’ve got a boner. We can all see it in your pants right now. You can’t fool us!”. They were all staring at my crotch. I thought I was going to die. I hung my head, ashamed to make eye contact, not knowing what to do now. If I got up they would see it for sure and anyway, they had laid this out well. I would have to push past all four to get out of the tent. God, they mad me look stupid. I just sat there as if in a stupor, not knowing my next move.

“It’s okay” said the leader-girl soothingly. “We won’t make fun of you. And we won’t tell anyone … ” and after a pause, “show it to us”.

“HUH?” I shuddered.

“Your boner. We want to see it”.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Giggles and more giggles.

“Aw come on. Don’t you like us? We aren’t going to hurt you. We like you. We think you’re cute. Sexy. You turn us on. Doesn’t he Marie?” she now spoke to the other girls.

The one she called Marie just nodded. Perhaps they too were a little unsure of themselves. The one girl seemed to be driving this. My breath was getting a little short now, and my penis felt like it was going to burst my pants from the continued gaze of these four strangers.

“I don’t think I could” I muttered.

“Why not”.

“I just couldn’t. That’s all.”

“Oh, don’t be shy. If you show us yours, I’ll show you mine”.

Oh boy. This was turning me on something awful. For a moment I pictured here naked – I had never seen a naked girl live, in person. Oh gosh. And something strange was going on inside me. There was a funny feeling in the
pit of my stomach. Like butterflies or something. A tightness. It was a new feeling … A nice feeling … a weird feeling.

“Please” she begged. “What if I go first. Then will you?”.

I shrugged, sheepishly. I wanted to see here but, well …

“Okay. I’ll go first she said, tired of waiting for my reply and going for broke. Tantalizingly she pulled off her shirt. She kneeled up in the tentand played with her small but gorgeous breasts.

“Now, take off your pants” she ordered. I hesitated. “If you don’t we will”.

I could tell she meant it. All five of us were breathing heavy now. I laid back and unsnapped by shorts. Again I hesitated.

“Keep going” she rasped, hoarsely. In later years I would recognize the voice of a woman in heat.

With the four encouraging me I slowly unzipped my fly. My hard-on was now visible in my white cotton jockey shorts as I inched my pants down.

They gasped. I blushed even redder. Now the world would know about this four inch monster I had been hiding for so long. I stopped with my pants at my knees.

“All the way off … if you want me to do the same”, she said coyly.

I complied. Four pairs of eyes stared at the tent in my underpants. I felt humiliated. Ashamed. My secret was out in front of four complete strangers, girls no less. What if they went to my school?

And still I stared at those beautiful young boobs. This WAS better than looking at magazines. If only I could touch them.

“That’s a good boy. Now I’ll show you mine.” Seductively she unzipped her shorts, and slipped them down. It was my turn to gasp. The tiny white cotton panties looked warm, inviting. Oh God, that feeling in my belly was getting more intense. My heart was racing, it felt like I could hardly
breathe.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked, snapping me out of my daze. “It’s your turn”.

Oh. Yeah. Uh … hmmm. Lets see, uh, nah. I felt paralyzed. She wanted me to take off my underwear. God, I couldn’t do THAT. My head was swimming. I was afraid to go any farther.

The seduction was back in here voice as the other three looked on with anticipation.

“Okay,” she said reassuringly, “just lay back”.

This wasn’t helping the matter.

“Really, it will be okay. Just lay back”. I did. I was now laying down waiting for more orders from this aggressive little woman-child. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth waiting for what ever happened next.

First I felt her hand on my thigh. I tensed but didn’t move otherwise. Slowly it ran up my leg, gently brushing my throbbing member. A tug, a squeeze, some more. My body felt like it was going to explode.

“Relax”, she said soothingly.

A hand now reached just under my waist band. Fingers probed the top edge of my pubic hair. And then a second hand.

“Lift your hips”, she whispered.

As I did I felt the hands grip the waist band and slowly pull down my underwear. I was past the point of caring. The events had overtaken me. It was like I was out of my body as the four all crowded around to inspect.

I felt hands, everyone hands, one at a time, or maybe two, tugging, gently squeezing.

One hand began gently pulling on the head, around the glans … And I exploded. With a sudden rush all the breath left my body. I felt a massive tingling, similar to that feeling you get going down on a roller coaster, only more intense. Everywhere. I shuddered. I could feel my penis pulsing, spitting, it seemed like a waterfall was being jettisoned from my groin. The girls were visibly excited and startled by the intensity of my firstejaculation, and backed away, staring madly.

Slowly, things subsided. I was covered with ejaculate, and the girls, having recovered their breath were now saying things like “ooooo” or “ish” as they looked for places to wipe their hands, also filled with my fluids.

The leader chastised them all, “Well, what did you expect. I told you it was messy?!”.

“Gross” one of them said. It was obviously the first time they had seen this event as well. Between the “gross” and “ish” though I felt really low, and foolish. Used too. There was nothing to wipe off with. They watched, fascinated as I wiped my chest, and neck off on my pants leg.

Blushing, I pulled up my underpants, feeling the remnants of my orgasm soak into the cotton. The girl pulled her pants back on too. I was not to see her bare pussy after all, I guess.

“I’ve got to get going” I stammered, pulling on my shorts.

“Oh, stay a while”

But I couldn’t be convinced. I was startled, confused .. . overwhelmed.

“You can come back tomorrow” the girl said. I still did not know her name, or her mine.

Blushing, I pushed past the girls and crawled out of the tent, feeling one hand run up the crack of my butt as I crawled out on all fours.

Though dimmed by the trees, the light stabbed my eyes, and made me dizzy for a moment. I hurried to my bike and rode off, pondering the events of past hour.

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