My latest sexual adventures make me want to tell you about my 15th birthday and how I lost my virginity to two 40-year-old stepbrothers, Eddy and Charles, while on vacation. This sexual experience, this puberty that breaks out during the camping holidays, surrounded by men older than me, will strongly influence my sexual tastes and practices for the rest of my life.I just turned 15, a handsome, sweet, kind and charming young man. I am plump but tall, the facial features are quite thin and slightly effeminate in the way I move, I am not yet used to the idea of ​​being homosexual, but I already know that I have an attraction for men because it is them, their body and their sex that I think about all the time.At the campsite in the countryside, in the Gard with my family as every year throughout the month of July; no teenager, only kids or adults, I immerse myself in my books or spend my time riding my bike. My parents had become friends for a few years, with two half-brothers from the region but originally from the North, with a tormented life course to which they came to help, including financially. This year they were delighted to know that they were both coming, to find a small house, admittedly decrepit, but a few kilometers from the campsite and with a large lot. They were completely isolated in the countryside and lived together as hardened bachelors.We all understood that during the month of vacation, the evenings would follow one another at the campsite or at "the two brothers" with the usual band of friends of the parents.The two half-brothers, quadra, were absolutely not alike. Eddy was very tanned, muscular arms with a pretty paunch, shoulder-length hair, beautiful blue eyes, a 3-day-old beard and spent his time shirtless in his 80s mini shorts. Charles was a round teddy bear, bearded and brown with hazel eyes, the same height as his brother and a little younger. He always walked around in large patterned shirts.It's a difficult time for me who spends my time shoving objects in my anus and masturbating in the shower to avoid spontaneous erections: the craziness of puberty, the loneliness of the young gay virgin and all these men shirtless and in shorts to watch. Even their feet in thongs turn me on terribly. Beginning of the holidays, it is the third evening in a row, under the heat in the garden of the two brothers. Everyone's starting to get a blow in the nose, I'm a little bored.I go into the house and go to the toilet in the bathroom opposite the kitchen on the ground floor; I thought about the idea of ​​masturbating for the 3rd time of the day, quickly, because during the evening, I found myself erect several times and I am afraid of an accident. The basket of dirty laundry was a godsend ... Different in their styles, the two brothers were among the men who attracted me and whom I often thought of during my masturbation sessions. So it was while rummaging through the pile of dirty clothes that I began to sniff and masturbate in navy blue underpants containing a slight trace of dried moisture on the bump of the front and the exquisite smell of a virile man. I didn't know if it was Eddy's or Charles's underpants, but after snorting the scent, I circled my young cock and masturbated in it. I'm not sure what went through my mind, but without being able to control myself, maybe also for fear of not being able to direct my jets of cum into the toilet bowl, it's inside the underpants of one of the two brothers that I enjoy.Relieved, I dry myself with toilet paper, fold and put the soiled underpants back in the laundry basket. The evening ends normally, that is, all the adults drunk.Two days later, it is 2 p.m., my parents ask me to cycle to the two brothers' place to drop them an envelope with cash to pay for food for the evening. “They don't have a lot of money, you know… You say it comes from the campers, but you don't say who gave the envelope. My mother told me.Arrived there, Charles alone, welcomes me, asks me what I'm doing there and offers me a very fresh lemonade. I give him the envelope, he tries to extract information from me but I say nothing. Strangely and unlike usual, it is the first time that Charles has really discussed with me ... The conversation is fluid and natural until Charles drifts on my youthful loves (non-existent), puberty (not without awkwardness) and ends up saying to me: "you know, I know what you did the other night in the bathroom".There is total panic. I feel terrible discomfort, my heart races and will explode in my chest… I turn red like never before drops of cold sweat run down my temples while I pretend not to understand. Charles tries to reassure me, reminds me that I am the only teenager so it could only be me but takes a very soft tone to say to me in a whisper: "you know, you put it everywhere, but it doesn't bother me at all. … I hope you liked it? ". Silence. I don't know what to say, but my heart slows down."You can go back and start over if you want." "Can I even come with you?" "Another feeling of immense anguish that runs through me but not the same. My heart may still burst but a slight desire, an excitement also rises in me.Charles understood that whatever my reaction, whatever the rest of the afternoon, I would remain silent in front of him and that I would never tell my parents anything because he had taken me, almost in in the act of jerking off in his underwear.After a few tens of seconds which seemed like an eternity to me, Charles, 1 meter away from me, began to loosen his belt, open his fly and showed me his panties: "Do you like that one?" He said, stroking his penis over the fabric. Paralyzed, I say nothing and do not move, but the spectacle fascinates me. Charles walks up to me, grabs my hand and places it on his bump, which was starting to grow. I had never had sexual or romantic contact with anyone, I spend my time fantasizing about mature, manly men like him and find myself in an absolutely stunning situation, my hand on a man's cock. The situation is terrifying because he is a friend of my parents; I'm afraid he'll say that I jerked off in his underwear. It would be the end of my life, a disaster. So I let myself be.I let myself go and the terror begins to fade in front of the softness of Charles's gestures and the growing excitement this package in hand."You can stroke her" he said to me."You can take it out of the pants if you want…". It is a rod of a good size but not too huge which is found in my hands. I masturbate her timidly."Do you like it?" ". Oh yes I like it, I like it terribly, even if I can't get a single word out. I masturbate more and more sensually and take great pleasure in it and I too have a hard time.I tell myself that if I jerk him off without saliva, he might hurt, like me when I masturbate? My instinct makes me want at first to put saliva on my hands to jerk it off but also the desire to kneel down to get to my very first rod and put it in my mouth. I what did.I hold his cock with one hand, I crouch down and lick his penis, as if I was licking an ice cream cone. Charles, moaned with pleasure, playing a little to encourage me. "Go on, put it in your mouth". I do so and discover an incredible sensation, a pleasure that I would seek all his life: to have the sex of a man in the mouth. I recognize the smell of the underpants ...

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