My first sexual encounter occurred at a United Mine Workers' Union summer picnic in a state park in West Virginia. I was fifteen. He was in his early twenties. I don't remember his name. I don't think we bothered to introduce ourselves. But I've never forgotten him. I named him Dean.
Dean finished and left the shower first. A few minutes later, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel, dried off my upper body and wrapped the towel around my waist. Stepping out of the shower and facing the locker room, I caught sight of Dean seated on a bench, his rock-hard cock in his hand. The sight of his stiff dick stopped me in my tracks. I stared at his crotch. "This is what you do to me" he said.
I didn't move a muscle for minutes as I watched him stroke his cock. Eventually, without saying a word, I dropped my towel uncovering my own erection, sat down next to him and straddled the bench. Dean turned, threw one leg over the bench and faced me. I reached over and took his cock in my hand and stroked it.
Dean leaned back with both of his hands propped behind his back on the bench and sighed. After a few minutes, he leaned forward, reached over and cupped my balls in his right hand. Then, taking hold of my cock, he and I stroked each other until we both exploded in a flash flood of cum.