Author's note: This story was published way back in 1988 within the
'American Indian Boys' Love Stories' collection of short stories. I've
typed the following text from what appeared in that booklet, retaining
its primitive and rough writing style.
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1STSPERM.TXT "My First Sperm Spilt"
'American Indian Boys' Love Stories' Copyright 1988 by Vince Water
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"My First Sperm Spilt"
| Two Apache Indian boys aged thirteen and ten have |
| discovered the pleasures of kissing and touching. |
| When their acts are witnessed by laughing girls, the |
| two run into the forest to be alone. The older boy, |
| Rounded-bear-tail recently saw how to make a penis |
| feel good when it wets. He wants to try it himself |
| with Night Rabbit under the cover of the deep forest. |
"Go away!" I shout to the younger boy following behind. I didn't mind
having Night Rabbit feel my body and kissing it after our swim. But when
he does it in front of girls washing at the river, I just had to run
from him and the terrible laughter that shamed us!
"I didn't see them watching us being naked," explains Night Rabbit.
The boy races up behind his older friend. "Are you badly hurt that they
saw me kissing your butt?"
Slowing my run into the forest, I stop to face my friend. He runs
into me and looks up with fearing eyes. When he sees that I'm not
hurting anymore, he starts to smile carefully. I hold his small
shoulders and speak.
"Not anymore. Only their laughter and curious glances caused me to
feel shame. You should watch for enemies on the land before going forth
in your 'hunt!'"
"There isn't anyone watching us now," answers Night Rabbit.
"Well, let's go a little further in the forest and then I can show
you something really good! I heard that all the older boys do it to
relieve their aching loins."
"What do they do?" asks the young boy.
"They rub their penis with their hand. My brother showed me how to do
it, and he felt so good that it spermed. I didn't get a chance to try it
since our mother came in and embarrassed him. She didn't yell at his
dirty act, but just said that he should do it outside the tepee!"
"And you want to try it with me!" shouts Night Rabbit with glee.
"Yes. I think this is far enough..." I untie my thong belt and allow
its two cloths to drop. Naked before the younger boy, I turn and offer
him my rump. His hands come to them quickly to be followed by small
lips. I enjoy feeling him kiss me there, and it gets my pole to rise up
quickly. The little boy roams his wet lips all over my soft humps for a
long moment.
"Now it's my turn!" I shout to Night Rabbit as I shake my rump to get
him off. He giggles and turns to offer me his naked body. I get down on
my knees and hold his small butt firmly. I rub over the cheeks fondly as
my lips glide over each hump taking in the sweet sensations. Deep
feelings begin to weigh in my stomach as I continue enjoying the little
boy's nakedness there.
Then I bring my teeth out to bite his softness gently. It's such a
daring thing to do to him, but I can't stop myself or my hungry mouth.
Curious to see if he's excited yet, I reach around and grab his rigid
pole. I rub it up and down several times and measure its length in my
hand.
"Now let's touch butts, Rounded-bear-tail." The little boy turns
himself around and reaches out hands to his older friend.
Seeing his eagerness, I turn around myself. I back into him while
taking his small hands in my own. Then his warm softness presses against
my butt. He doesn't remain still but starts humping them over mine. I
begin my own motion in rhythm to his butt-cheeks. Our hands keep us
together in this backward embrace as we talk about secret things.
"I know that you like being naked with me, Rounded-bear-tail. But are
we wrong to be touching each other as we are?"
"I don't think so, in spite of what I hear adults say about it. The
important thing is that we do it in secret and don't hurt each other."
My young friend keeps silent for a while as our butts rub up against
each other lovingly.
"Do you like girls?" the young boy suddenly asks.
"No! They are mean and only like to scratch us and tell terrible
gossip."
"And now they will tell everyone about what I was doing to your
butt..." whispers Night Rabbit with obvious regret.
"That's alright, Night Rabbit. Just say that I dared you and that you
thought it was silly."
"But it wasn't!" the boy shouts. "I like kissing you and rubbing
butts."
"I know, but don't tell anyone else that!" I shout back. "You would
be hurting me to do so..."
"I swear that I won't," replies Night Rabbit.
My young friend squeezes my hands hard to show his deep friendship
for me. I squeeze him back wishing there was more than butt-humping we
could share. Even though my brother had shown me how to masturbate,
neither of us may be old enough to do it right. It's also an act that
one is suppose to do alone.
As my breaths increase from our butt touching, I look down and notice
that my penis tip is wet. Drops of clear liquid flow from its popped
head and down the thick skin. I release my young friend and face him to
show what I've discovered. His dark eyes peer down at my moistness there
with great curiosity.
"My brother told me that a penis drips when you're very excited. It's
not sperm, but something that helps a man slide his long penis inside a
squaw. Now I'll show you how it's done."
Night Rabbit jumps up and down in excitement as I find a soft place
to sit. He sits down while facing me on soft forest moss. I look at his
erection and then drop my gaze at mine. He really does seem too much a
little boy to get his to sperm. But I'll show him what I saw my brother
did to himself.
"You take your left hand and start rubbing the thick skin of your
penis. Try thinking about dirty things when you do it, and that tricks
your sperm into coming forth. My brother told me that our seed only
wants to come out inside a woman."
"Do you think I'll sperm, Rounded-bear-tail?"
"I don't even know if I can do it!" I answer back. "Keep rubbing
yourself down there and we'll soon find out."
As my hand pulls on the skin of my long member, I look to the young
boy as he masturbates. He is too young to get himself to wet. He has no
hairs on his groin, and his tall pole is rather skinny. My brother had
looked up my nakedness and told me that groin hairs are the mark of
maturity. He also liked the size of my loins. Though lesser developed
than his, they were no longer small like a boy's I bore a year ago.
My breaths become quick as deep feelings fill my body. When my left
hand grows tired from stroking my erection, I have my right hand take
over. Holding breaths seem to increase those wonderful sensations! After
several breaths come and go, this last held breath causes my pleasure
down there to become intense. I explode in my loins and piss its fury on
Night Rabbit.
"You did it, Rounded-bear-tail!" shouts the boy in amazement.
My eyes finally open after the wonderful feelings ebb away. The young
boy examines my seed spilt on him while leaving his reddened pole
unattended. I reach over and move its warm skin up and down near his
belly. He giggles at my handling while collecting my wetness into his
small hand. He sniffs its odor and then brings it close to my nose. It
doesn't really smell like much, and is thicker than urine that I
normally piss out. But I know that it's sperm since it's like what my
brother had spilt on the ground. Night Rabbit brings me back to him with
a shout.
"It's starting to hurt!" The little boy clasps his friend's hand to
stop the painful movement.
I take my hand from his pole and notice its bright red color. Mine
too had become red, but not as much as Night Rabbit's. My dry hand had
hurt him, and without moisture, it will continue to do so. Then
remembering my special wetness in the boy's hand, I wipe my palm over
his and approach his erection.
"My slick sperm will get my hand to glide more easily over your
penis," I tell him. "Unless you want to give up right now..."
"No! I want to see if I can do it too," he pleads.
I smile at his strong spirit and tighten my grip around his angry
colored pole. My sperm does help to slip my fingers around his erection.
His bright eyes watch me as I try to coax his boyhood to sperm. But
after a long while, I drop my tired hand in defeat.
"Don't stop..." begs the small boy. "Your hand is really making it
feel good!"
"It's not going to wet," I answer softly. "But when you become my
age, I'm sure that you will be able to do it."
"Well, since I have to wait, tell me how it feels to do it!"
I smile at his question and share with him my first sperming.
"Within my hand, it started to feel real good! Then I noticed that
holding breaths sent those good feelings down into my testicles. As I
held the next breath, my loins tingled and I felt a filling-up sensation
at the base of my penis. Then it came out as you saw and that's when I
felt the greatest pleasure!"
"Was it the same for your brother?"
"I think so. We were interrupted by our mother before I could ask him
all the details. But I saw on his face a deep feeling of satisfaction
after he wet to the tepee floor."
"I wish I could sperm. I'm always too young to enjoy what you and the
older boys can do..." whispers the little boy. His face reveals his
sadness as he stares down at the ground.
Pain pierces my breast to see Night Rabbit's anguish. I take hold of
his small shoulders and rub them fondly. He glances up with a sad face
and his eyes are near to tears. Wanting badly to see him smiling again,
I share with him a thing I heard men do.
"There's another way to get a man to sperm..."
"How?" shouts the little boy.
"It's really dirty, Night Rabbit! And I only heard rumors about it
being done. But it's an even better way of getting a penis to wet."
"Show me then! Maybe it can trick my testicles to release sperm."
I giggle at his eagerness and stand up to face his chest. Smiling
slyly, I mouth his boyish breasts and then kiss my way down his
trembling body. When I reach his groin, I get down on my knees and look
up at his eyes for reaction. He doesn't realize what I'm about to do to
him..."
My hands reach around to cup his moist rump. Then slowly, I approach
his semi-hard penis with my lips.
"You're going to suck on it?!" he shouts out in a hurry.
"Now you see how dirty an act that it is! Only, let me try it for a
moment and if it hurts, I'll stop." The boy nods his head slowly and I
look down again at his smooth groin. I angle my lips to his little pink
head and get it to slide into my mouth. It tastes like salty sweat and
urine. I then swallow his entire length and rest my lips above his
balls. With a grip on his rounded backside, I begin to rub over him
slowly.
The boy's pole becomes hard after a few strokes. As his little rump
quivers in my hands, I brush my tongue under his shaft while my lips
suck on his thick skin. Hearing no complaints from him, I begin my wet
motion in earnest. My head bobs up and down the fleshy length in my
mouth with quick strokes. When I hear him moan from my sucking, I
realize that I must be doing it right. His hands reach for my shoulders
and rub them for my pleasure.
"It feels so good," the small boy whispers between breaths. "I think
that I may sperm after all."
I slap his butt-cheeks hard and increase my mouthing around him. He
starts to breathe deeply from the pleasure I'm giving him, but still he
doesn't sperm. I wonder how long this will last before one of us gets
too tired.
After moving over his boyhood for a bit longer, I slap his butt again
and move my face from his groin. His red penis slips out wetly with
strings of my sticky saliva clinging to it. He looks down at me with
deep lines of tension on his face. I stand up and embrace his small
form.
"I am too young to sperm," whispers Night Rabbit. "But your mouth has
given me such pleasure in my penis! At least I could feel a part of what
your sperming is like. I just wish you could keep sucking on it all day
long!"
Slapping the young boy's back, I keep my laughter inside me. I also
wish that my loins could keep feeling intense before sperming so soon.
Without any in his balls, the boy can keep feeling those good feelings
forever. But he misses experiencing that final, wonderful explosion that
pissing your seed gifts you with.
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End of file: 1STSPERM.TXT This was an older story found in my collection.