Johnny and My Sister

I grew up in a very traditional English family and although I was very curious about sex I was totally ignorant about masturbation and deeply ashamed of my genitals which I thought of as very nasty and "rude" but in a rather exciting way as I realised all boys and girls had these dirty secrets between their legs. When I was 13, this was reinforced by my 14-year-old sister who one evening at bath time asked if she could see my willy. I remember kneeling on the bathroom floor in my blue pyjamas with my knees on the bathroom scales and easing back my tight foreskin to show her the rudest part of my body---my bared cock head. This gave me a surprising pleasure and I became erect and my penis swelled up and poked out of my pajamas and pointed upwards. I was frightened by its large size and the intense feelings. She looked at the deep mauve glistening knob, which looked like a shiny damson plum and said, "Yuck, it looks like a great big ugly finger." This coloured my self-image until a wonderful experience that summer on holiday in France.

I had shared a room with a holiday friend, Johnny also aged 13, and his older brother who was slightly retarded for two weeks. Johnny and I shared a double bed and for two weeks we did not touch each other and I made sure he did not see my penis which was now fully developed. Although I was still only thirteen and had not yet grown a ton of pubic hair I had just started to have wet dreams and was very embarassed by the size of my erections . Johnny was an extremely beautiful boy---he still is---with amazing blonde hair and blue eyes and a lovely, cheeky smile that made him very popular with girls and boys, very sporty and playful and we spent all our time playing on the beach or in the pinewoods and having fun.

Every night we would collapse into bed and never thought of sex or anything like that. I tried to get a good peek at his penis whenever I could and it looked much like a smaller version of my own--- with a tapering foreskin and a very bright red glans when he pulled back the skin to pee. If he masturbated I was unaware of it.

Then on the last night our of our holiday our parents agreed we could have the room to ourselves and Johnny's brother would sleep in his parents' room leaving us free to have a midnight feast. That night we crept out of the room in our pajamas and had our midnight feast on the beach. We got back to our room cold and damp with sand all over our pajamas. Johnny locked the door stripped off his damp pajamas and sat on the bidet that was in our room (typical French!) turning on the little spray. I watched as the warm water jetted up under Johnny's white buttocks---we were both deeply tanned from the sun---and his penis stood up to attention and lengthened to its full glory. It looked very sexy and "naughty" to me. He even started to stroke the shaft.

"Wow this is wonderful," Johnny said as he slid back his foreskin and his glossy purple cock head appeared. I tried not to stare but I was getting very aroused and my own penis was stiff as a wooden rod and I tried to conceal its shameful size -it already measured over 6 inches and was (I now know) unusually thick, with my towel. "Your turn," he said so I tried to jump onto the bidet without letting Johnny see my huge erection but he saw it and instead of laughing or being disgusted he said, "You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen. It's even bigger than Dad's. Can I touch it?" I was so flattered by his approval especially after my sister's reaction when she saw my erection that I agreed.

We got on the bed together naked facing each other and with our stiff cocks almost touching. Johnny couldn't wait to feel my cock and reached out and wrapped his fingers around my shaft and I did the same to him. We exposed our cock heads and put them together then I even slid my long foreskin forward over his smaller slippery glans and the feeling was incredible, like an electric charge going through my cock and balls and up my body. Our chests touched and then Johnny started moaning and thrashing around as I continued to touch his cock his eyes glazed over and his jaw dropped as he had his first mutual orgasm. He kept saying over and over that he never knew ANYTHING could feel like that and then he looked at me, leant his face against mine, said, "Thank you," and put his lips to mine. It felt strange and I remember a faint trace of garlic on his breath from the French food we'd eaten, but it went on for ages as I experienced my first French kiss.

I was overwhelmed with gratitude that this very attractive boy should accept me so intimately and I did a totally spontaneous thing. I lowered my mouth over his cock and kissed it. (I had never seen or heard of fellatio---it was just instinctive.) It got hard immediately and Johnny quickly had a second climax, and I swallowed everything he gave as a token of my gratitude.

Well that changed my self-image forever. The next night we stopped off at a hotel on our way back to England and amazed our parents by going straight to our room after dinner and having a night when we both learnt the art of how to give and receive pleasure.  Johnny was fascinated by my ability to shoot my load so far and we tasted each other's fluids. He also produced lots of good tasting cum in little squirts when I took him in my mouth and I remember that it tasted really sweet.

We never did this again and our next encounter was with our own girlfriends. There followed years of delightful petting and learning all the techniques of pleasuring another person with both sexes.

However I was now on fire with lust and felt proud of my sexuality and no longer ashamed. When we got home my sister got interested in me again and would get me to dance with her in her room at bedtime when we were both in our nightclothes. I made sure before I went into her room that my cock was swollen and the purple cock head uncovered so she could get a good look at it through the opening in my pajamas! She put on dark glasses so I couldn't see her staring at me and then got me to flex my muscles and pose in such a way that the full length of my cock was visible to her through the wide open gap in my blue pyjamas. She even took some Polaroid photos that I found under her pillow and you could see everything. Eventually I became relaxed and let her see me fully. She said it looked amazing and all her friends would love to have me as a boyfriend.

She got me to go to her room every night and got really excited by me. I showed her how I peeled back the foreskin and she seemed fascinated by its stiffness and hardness and the contrast between the velvet soft pale outer skin and the very dark red and incredibly sensitive glans. She also showed me her developing breasts and showed me how she fondled and kiss nipples and twice got that dreamy look in her eyes as she squeezed her legs together and had what I now know was a powerful orgasm as she stared intently at my cock. I never touched her pussy but had a good look at it and she pulled open the lips and showed me the clitoris and the pink inner lips. She also showed me how she rubbed her clitoris which poked out above her lips and I watched her nearly fainting with pleasure when she saw me spurting and this triggered her orgasm.

So my self-image healed, and now years later I am now grateful for my sexuality and express this in many ways with a fulfilling marriage to a woman who enjoys sex in all its wonderful forms, but I am still thankful for that first French kiss!
I would love to hear from others who identify with this true account of one boy's first sexual experiences