My First Love I fell in love for the first time when I was 16. The object of my affections was twelve. We had just moved to St. Augustine, Florida and I was pissed: I had to leave all off my friends in Indiana and venture into uncharted waters. I had known for about a year that I was gay, but I had never been with a boy. I enjoyed the showers with the other boys after gym class, but looking at dicks and sucking dicks were two different things. One reason I was so pissed about moving was my being a student coach for the 7th grade Basketball team. It was heaven to watch those smooth, hairless bodies shower and play naked in the locker room after practice. I would watch for as long as I could stand it and then go to the supply room and jerk off. I was really becoming friends with a boy or two on the team when we moved. Damn! It was a Thursday afternoon in June, and we had just moved three days earlier and there were no boys in my neighborhood, so I was very depressed. My black hair was getting soaked in the rain, and I do mean rain. When it rains in Florida in June you know it. But I didn't care. I was so upset I had stormed out of the house after a fight with my dad. I had on only a T-shirt and gym shorts. I had just gotten up and since it was after 2 pm my dad was a bit mad. He had come home from the office when I didn't answer the phone the eighth time he called. He rushed home, found me asleep in bed and started in on me. I jumped out of bed wearing only my T-shirt and shorts and stormed right past him and outside. I just kept walking until I got to the beach, where it started to rain, soaking me to the skin. I just started walking down the beach until I got to a bridge. I stood under it for shelter. Also under the bridge and soaked to the skin was Robby. When I first saw him, all of my anger about moving passed. He was just under five feet tall and skinny like me. He had blond hair and was wearing a multi-colored tank top and baggy shorts and real dirty tennis shoes. My first memory of Robby is burned into my mind forever. I told him my name: Gregg. After a long silence while we watched the rain, I decided to make a move on him. I asked him if there was someplace nearby where we could get dried off, and where I might get some underwear. Then I lifted the leg of my shorts and showed him my dick. His baggy shorts suddenly got a big lump. Robby said he lived down the block and we could go there to dry off. We ran out into the rain and I followed Robby's cute little ass back to his house. It was one of those two story jobs and he had the downstairs to himself. Both of his parents were work-slaves and left him to fend for himself most of the time. In his room we stripped naked and just kinda stood there looking at each other. Robby was hairless and had a cute little pink dick and I had a nice mound of pubic hair but not much more. I could tell that his dick was not completely soft and neither was mine. Robby just stared at mine. We laid our clothes on the floor to dry and then sat side by side on his bed. "Want a soda?" "No." He knew what I wanted. "Yours sure is big!" "I can make it bigger." We both just giggled and then I reached over and began stroking his cock and said, "I can make yours bigger too." I did. As I stroked him we both got hard and then he began stroking mine. I had never done anything like this before and neither had he. We both just smiled at each other as we stroked. Then I bent down and licked his little cock. Boy did it jump! I sucked and sucked. Robby just moaned and stroked my dick. Then Robby slid my mouth off his dick and began sucking mine. Then without a word we rolled back on the bed and we began sucking each other. I didn't take long to cum. As I pulled my dick out of his mouth I shot my wad all over his face and neck. I fell back, dead to the world. Robby still hadn't cum and I couldn't believe it, but when he asked me what that white stuff was I understood. Although he was twelve he must have been a late bloomer. No pubic hair and no cum. I just laughed and told him the facts of life. When I got to the part about fucking, his dick really perked up and he ran off to the bathroom. Returning with a jar of Vaseline, he greased his dick and bent me over and stuck it in, but it was so short I could hardly feel it. But I didn't tell him that, I just moaned as he pumped my butt. After a while he shivered and pulled out. He hadn't shot any cum--except in his head. Then we just laid on the bed and talked and joked for hours, playing with our dicks and cumming a few more times. -END-