Message-ID: <17379eli$9811192036@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Tom Subject: Uwe & Hakon Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tje@mail.nls.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <364A4F2A.A28AF2D7@mail.nls.net> Uwe & Hakon This all happened a long time ago, when I was a young boy, when I experienced sexual pleasure for the first time. It's a true story, as far as the recounting of distant memories can be true. It also took place in Iceland, where I grew up, where we all worried about the volcanos under the glaciers. We, of course, did not speak English, as I do now. So when I put words between quotation marks, remember that they were originally foreign words, Iclandic words which have not changed much in a thousand years. I was raised in Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, where so many of our people lived. I remember my childhood with such nostalgia, because I had loving parents and everything was right with the world, until, that is, I began to experience feelings which were very private. My body, when I was twelve, began to make demands on me, demands which became increasingly insistent. I did not know what was happening to me, and I was fearful of telling anyone else about it. No one had warned me about it, not even my dad, and my playmates never talked about such things. It was, of course, sex, the most natural of things, but which I first experinced for the first time with fright. I was alone in the sauna, lying on a wooden bench, snuggling to it somehow, feeling different. I rubbed my thighs up and down, boyish thighs which were then so sleek and smooth. But it was my member which demanded attention. I grasped it and it felt like never before. It became hard and demanded more fondling, which I did eagerly, squeezing it and moving my fingers up and down it's rigid softness. Well, we all know what happened, because we guys have all gone through that. I don't know how it is with girls, how they pleasure themselves for the first time. Even after all these years which I have lived, I still don't know about girls. I never asked. Although it stung somewhat that first time, it also felt good, and so I was eager to do it whenever my little penis demanded attention. I had a secret. I thought that I had discovered something remarkable, something previously unknown. * * * I then had a close friend, Hakun Sigfriedsson, who was four months younger than I. Although I was then not aware of it, I now look back through the years and realize that the two of us were extraordinarily pretty boys, blonde and lithe. Three days after my "first time" Hakun and I were alone in my house, playing with lead soldiers, which we had strewn across my bedroom floor. We gradually grew weary of the game and soon sprawled on the floor next to each other. "Uwe (I'm Uwe), Uwe, you've got a stiffie," Hakun exclaimed with a giggle, raising himself on to an elbow and pointing at the tent in my trousers. In response to my friend's unseemly observation I grabbed him and we wrestled around the floor, yelping in delight. After a while we tired and lay back, both of us with stiffies. "I know how to get rid of stiffies," I told my friend, perhaps a bit sheepishly. "Is this another one of your stories Uwe?" "No, I really have done it several times. It's lots of fun." "Then show me how to do it, because I have a stiffie that won't go away." "All you have to do is rub it." Hakun began to massage his groin, and after a minute he looked at me and grinned. "It feels real good, Uwe, but my stiffie is harder than ever." "You have to pull down your pants and rub it with your fingers." "I'll do it, if you'll do it," he responded. We had often seen each other's bodies, at school in the showers, but we had never deliberately gotten naked with each other. I felt more embarrassed than Hakun, who was already undoing his belt. We soon took off all of our clothes, everything, and we lay on the floor naked with our small cocks pointing straight up. I felt a strange feeling at the sight of his sleek, hairless body. I wanted to touch it gently, to feel it. I did not really know what I wanted to do with it, but I knew instinctively that it was something which I needed to suppress. Hakun started it. He rolled on top of me and we began to wrestle again. I shuddered at the feel of his flesh against mine. I grabbed him closer to me, and I then felt his hand gripping my hard cock. Hakun was atop me. I relaxed and embraced him gently, running my hands up and down his back I licked his neck. Hakun also quieted and lay his head on my shoulder. "I'll show you how to do it," I whispered into his ear. His erection was poking at my abdomen. Without a word Hakun rolled off of me and lay on his back, his eyes closed. My mind was full of confussion, of lust. I had heard vague things about queer guys, but I certainly didn't think that I was one of them. Queers, I thought, were old, scruffy men. I looked at Hakun's cock and I just wanted to taste it, the way I had tasted his neck, I leaned down and quickly slipped it all the way into my mouth. Hakun did not protest. He sighed and petted my head. It was absolutely marvelous, the taste and texture of his cock. I sucked it up and down a few times, but I then began to worry that he would explode inside my mouth. I began to pay attention to Hakun's body movements, to his breathing. When I knew that he was about to come, I took my mouth from his cock. But it was to late! His first squirt spewed goo into my mouth just before I was free of him. Much of the rest went onto my face. I didn't gag. I tasted his stuff and did not find it too bad. I swallowed. Hakun fell into a fit of hilarious laughter, which was caused by his unexpected, first sexual experience, and the sight of me with his stuff dripping from my face. I was slightly peeved, but I soon joined him in his merriment. Eventually we quieted. "What does it taste like," he inquired. "It's not too awful." "Would you do it a second time?" I hesitated, my eyes not meeting his. "Yes, perhaps, but only with you," I murmured. Hakun put his arm across my chest and snuggled his head against my neck. He watched as I masturbated, which I desperately needed, and he did not mind that I squirted all over his thighs. "Uwe, sometime I'll do it to you," Hakun whispered softly. He never did. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----