Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 01:09:21 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Jason's Journey - 2" (bi, b/b)
This is a story about the growing up and coming of age of a typical Ohio
boy by the name of Jason as told to me through the exchange of a series of
Email. It is a true story detailing true events with only the names,
including Jason's, having been changed to protect the travellers we meet
along the way. We continue Chapter Two shortly after Brandon decides to
stop messing around and as Jason commences his sexploration. The words and
music to "Every Time I Turn Around' is copyright by Judy Hart Angelo and
Gary Portnoy. Comments about the story can be sent to the author,
J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com and those who wish to correspond
directly with Jason may do so at journeyofjason@yahoo.com
CHAPTER TWO: CHILDHOOD MOONERS, DOCTORS AND MASTURBATORS
I accept Brandon's decision with the resoluteness of all children,
just as my seven-year- old mind accepts that a favorite television show is
not on again in the fall, that friends move away and that adults have my
life planned out for me. Well, that part of my life that they are aware of
anyway. Even as a child, there are, for all boys, thankfully times when
you are in control of your own life. It is those secret times that this
journey is all about. I'm now in Grade One and have many new things to
occupy my young mind and so very much about life to explore. So, the days
go by and the seasons pass in that slow, lazy way that time passes when you
are a child. Summer comes and goes, I turn eight and get a Nintendo for my
birthday, fall arrives, and I pass on to Grade Two. During the day I and
my friends attend classes and in the evenings and on weekends we play and
explore those secret things, and at the age of eight there are many secret
things to explore. It is a good life.
One of my good buddies is one of my neighbors just kitty corner across
the alley, Kyle Rideau. He lives in a big white two-story house with a
large rec room type area next to his bedroom which we use as our playroom
and a very large living room. The rooms have these super high ceilings,
but his house is always sort of dark inside. My dad refers to him and his
family as the Weirdo's, and even at the age of eight I know they are
strange by anyone's standards. Kyle's sister is a bit of a screwball and
Kyle can be a bit messed up at times himself. His father is always into
something illegal, but is always one step ahead of the law. When he is
home he and his wife are forever screaming at each other over one thing or
another. His mom is an emotional wreck, which isn't a surprise I guess
considering how she and Kyle's dad are always fighting. My mom doesn't
trust his dad, so I'm not allowed to go over to Kyle's house when his dad
is around.
Kyle, me and my very best friend in the world, James, really love
cartoons and often watch them together, and when we play in Kyle's backyard
we sometimes pretend to be one of the characters, like one of the
Thundercats or Silverhawks or one of the Ghostbusters from the television
show. Whenever the Ghostbusters get a call about a ghost and go into
action they go into this machine where they get thrown onto a mat and
stripped down to their boxers to change them into their Ghostbuster
fighting clothes. When we're in Kyle's playroom, we bare it all, dropping
our pants and underwear down to our knees or sometimes even our ankles when
we pretend to change, except for James who is really shy and wraps himself
up in the curtain so we can't see him when it is his turn. It is one of
those sheer type curtains so he turns around too so that all we can see is
a bit of his butt through the curtain. Like I said before, nudity is no
big deal in my house and I find it funny that he is so shy about it. It is
my first lesson that not everyone feels the same way as my family.
Kyle is a year younger than I and doesn't have such a problem. He
thinks a lot like I do. Like one time while he and I are playing, I have
to go pee and like I usually do I just reach down and pinch myself when it
gets bad so I don't have to get up and interrupt our playing. This time
that isn't good enough so I finally tell Kyle that I have to stop and go
take a pee. Kyle says he wants to go pee with me. Well, I think back
right off to peeing with Brandon and how exciting it was watching him and
being watched by him and I have no problem with Kyle's wish! So we go to
the bathroom together and pull out our dicks and pee in the bowl, and Kyle
says we have to be careful not to "cross streams" which in the cartoon is
something Ghostbusters have to be careful to avoid. Well, that is not so
easy to avoid when you are peeing in a toilet bowl, and especially when you
can't keep your eyes off the other guy's dick! A funny feeling passes over
me as I stand there peeing and watching his yellow stream jetting out of
his limp dick, sort of the same excited feeling I get when somebody gives
me a present and I'm unwrapping it, sort of all tense and apprehensive, but
feeling excited in a good way. Kyle looks down to be sure our streams
aren't crossing and I notice he glances over at my dick and I get this sort
of even tenser feeling knowing he's looking at my dick peeing. It really
feels great. I've been holding back a long time and have to go really bad
so he has a long look, which is fine with him, and certainly fine with me.
Peeing together is the closest thing to sex that two buddies can do
together.
The stairs that go to the second level in his house are in his living
room. They go up half way, do a 180-degree turn, and then go up the other
way. One day when just Kyle and I are playing in the living room he looks
at me and asks if I'd like to play doctor. Well, again I remember the fun
Brandon and I had playing doctor, and again I readily agree. I start
following him up the stairs, thinking we are going to his bedroom or the
playroom, but instead he stops at the landing and says it is his office.
Well, I ask if he's not afraid we might get caught and he says that while
one of us examines the other, the other guy can keep a lookout down the
steps to be sure nobody is coming. Well, that sounds okay to me. When you
are eight and seven years old you take all kinds of daring chances without
really knowing you are, and without thinking of the consequences.
So I drop my pants and underwear and lay down on the landing and
Doctor Kyle begins to examine my body, going directly for my penis and
testicles. None of this messing around pretending to take my pulse and
telling me to stick out my tongue for us! I lie there looking down the
stairs, my ears perked for the slightest noise and my heart speeding up
while the doctor picks up my penis and examines it closely and then rubs my
balls and stretches out the skin of my sac. He spends a long time checking
me out down there and I don't mind at all.
Then it is my turn and I pull up my pants and underwear and Kyle
pushes his down and lies down on the landing. Kyle wears his blond hair
cut short and has glasses and he still has his baby fat, making him look a
little pudgy. I kneel there and examine my patient, going straight for his
dick like he did. That is after all the real purpose of playing doctor.
So I pick up his limp dick, and it brings back great memories of when
Brandon and I messed around with each other. We've both been told that a
guy's dick is a very private part of a person's body, so we know this is
something we are not supposed to be doing. We also know being allowed not
just to see each other's things but actually touch them is an indication of
our close friendship though at that age you don't think of things like that
in quite those terms, especially boys. His penis is much the same as mine,
as are his balls. I gently tug on his penis, pretending to examine it, and
I rub his smooth, sensitive balls. It is fun, and exciting, and we play
doctor several other times after that first time, but we never go any
farther. I don't know why.
My other friend, my very best friend, James, is totally adorable. He
is only six months older than I but is in the next grade on account of when
our birthdays are. His blond hair has a little orange in it and he is very
thin, almost as thin as I. One day when we are in my bedroom we get tired
of playing with my toys and are just sort of sitting there with my Fisher
Price town and my toy airport and my Hot Wheels tracks and my cars and
trucks and airplanes scattered all around us. I think every toy I own has
been taken out of the big toy box my uncle, my mom's brother, made for me.
"So, what do you wanna do?"
"I dunno what do you wanna do?" I respond, twisting the wooden
spindles in the headboard of my bed. They make a loud squeaking noise of
wood rubbing against wood that drives my mom crazy but I love.
"I dunno."
"You wanna compare dicks?" I ask after a moment.
"Okay," he says with a shrug, to my total surprise. Like I said
before, he is so shy he even wraps himself in a curtain when we play
Ghostbusters. I figure he must be really bored, or maybe finally all this
time with me he's starting to lose his shyness.
Anyway I'm not going to waste anytime in case he changes his mind so I
quickly pull down my pants and underwear and after a very long second he
pulls his down and we check each other out. I'm surprised to see this tiny
mole at the tip of his penis and I think about asking him about it but I
decide not to. We don't do anything else, just look at each other.
Shortly after that, James and I are playing cops and robbers in the
back yard on my swing set when we have our first piss together. I guess
having finally shown me his dick, he wasn't so concerned about me seeing it
anymore. Anyway we go between the shed and garage so we can't be seen.
Like with all boys we have too much to do to be bothered going all the way
to the bathroom when we don't have to, and peeing together becomes a common
practice. Like with Kyle, we combine pissing with our Ghostbuster play and
have the same fear of crossing streams. Also like with Kyle I love to
watch James taking a piss and as soon as we pull out our dicks I glance
over at him out of the corner of my eye. I love to watch the beginning as
he is just standing there holding his dick and his pee suddenly spurts out
of his peehole. Sometimes I'll hold back so I can just watch his yellow
stream flowing out of his dick, and then when he is just about done I'll
start, and as I look straight ahead I know he is watching me. Knowing that
he is watching me do something so private really gets me feeling excited,
especially knowing how shy he is and how hesitant he is to do anything
naughty.
One of the fun games we play is with a little green stuffed frog with
glasses and an umbrella I have whom we name Doctor Sex on account of he
sort of looks like a doctor might. Actually, he sort of looks like an
English gentleman. James and I make drawings and then line up some of my
puppets and stuffed animals and Doctor Sex teaches them about sex, and then
has some of them demonstrate for the others. It is fun and having my
stuffed friends messing round with each other is almost as good as me
messing around with James. So when Doctor Sex tells Rolf from the "Muppet
Show" and Dumb Doggie, one of my favorite stuffed friends made of a thin
pillow material, about sucking dick and Rolf goes down on Dumb Doggie it is
like me going down on James. Dumb Doggie had to have a lot of lessons, the
lucky dog!
Another television show I love to watch is Punky Brewster and I have
this eight-year- old's crush on Punky.
Maybe the world is blind
Or just a little unkind
Don't know
Seems you can't be sure
Of anything anymore
Although
You maybe be lonely and then
One day you're smiling again
Every time I turn around
I see the girl who turns my world around
Standing there
Every time I turn around
Her spirit's lifting me right off the ground
What's going to be?
Guess we'll just wait . . . and see
One of the toys I and my friends think is pretty cool is my Cabbage Patch
Playhouse, not the action figure toy, but an actual playhouse, five foot
tall and six foot wide and four foot deep with windows and a door and a
table inside. It is big enough for us to actually get inside. When James
sleeps over and we get ready for bed I sometimes sit beside it and rub a
magazine with Punky's picture in it over my dick and pretend we are having
sex while James sits on the Smurfs comforter on my bed and watches. James
thinks it is funny and sits there and laughs, but whenever I try to get him
to do it, he won't.
Another time when James is sleeping over we talk about what it would
be like to have girlfriends with us, and what we would do with them if we
did. Of course when you are nine and eight you have a pretty simple view
of dating and what it takes to get a girl to have sex with you. Anyway, I
have these two bears, about two and a half feet tall, the Heart to Heart
Bear that has a heart beat when you hug it, and a big stuffed polar bear.
Well, we decide to pretend they are our girlfriends and pull down our pants
and underwear and hump them. If only life were that simple! It is only
for a couple minutes, but I do get a chance to have a quick look at James's
dick. I guess in all our play I am trying to get James to go farther, to
do stuff with me, but he never does. Other than when we are humping our
pretend girlfriends, he and I only see each other naked those times when
pissing or changing for bed during sleep overs, which are always over at my
house except for once at James'.
One Sunday when none of my friends are around to play I'm looking
around for something to do when I spot this videotape my mom had taped from
the television of Short Circuit 2. Well, I think the Short Circuit movies
are the funniest there are and so I stick the tape into the VCR in the
living room and begin to play with my dinosaur toys. The movie ends and
being too lazy to get up and shut off the tape I just leave the VCR running
and continue to play. After about five minutes of static, the screen
suddenly comes back on and I look up and see this orgy going on. Well, I'm
so shocked at the sight of these naked men and women kissing and caressing
each other and all this naked butt and boobs and boners and pussy I don't
know what to do. I just sit there gaping with my eyes wide as saucers as
this guy, a Mister Butler, who is very feminine looking and my
eight-year-old mind thinks at first is a girl with a dick, opens the door
and these guests come into the living room. Well, there's about ten of
them in all, and they get right at it. I just sit there not believing what
I'm seeing as this woman gets fucked and is sucking dick at the same time
and this guy and woman begin to sixty-nine. I watch to the end of the
movie, about ten minutes, and then quickly jump up, rewind and take the
tape out and put it back, feeling guilty as heck and glad that my mom, who
is upstairs in her bedroom watching television at the time, hadn't come
down and caught me.
Another one of my cousins is Mitch, who is about two years younger
than I. He, his mom, dad, and older sister Sally, live almost four hours
away so we only see each other at Christmas and occasionally during the
summer. That Christmas we are at my other grandma's house, my dad's
mother, which is where Mitch and his family always stay when they come to
visit. We go out to an Italian restaurant and when we come back Mitch goes
upstairs to my grandma's room to change for bed. Well, I go up to say
goodby and without thinking or knocking like a typical eight-year-old, I go
in and he is sitting there on the floor between the two beds naked. Well,
I sort of blurt out that I came to say goodby and quickly turn around and
walk back out somewhat embarrassed. As I step back into the hallway Sally
is walking down the hall in just her panty hose and, again like a typical
eight-year-old, I stop and stare, having a good long look at her ass.
Well, I am eight years and five months old after all! Both incidences are
pretty innocent compared to some of the stuff I'd already gotten into, but
the sight of Mitch sitting there on the floor naked and of Sally's ass in
her tight, sheer panty hose happily occupy my mind the rest of that winter
and through spring and summer of the following year. My brother graduates
that June, and I move from the back bedroom into the front bedroom which he
had occupied, taking my bed, toy box, and stuffed animals with me. It has
light blue walls and a light blue carpet with flecks of black, quite
pretty. And, I get my own television for my ninth birthday!
That August my brother marries, a real psycho. I swear she is fucking
nuts. She beats him with a two by four and rips phone cords out of the wall
when she gets angry. She works on a farm and one day one of the cows kicks
her and she gets up and knocks the cow out with her bare fist, one punch!
.
Another two of my friends are David and Derek. They are twins and
only one day apart from James. David loves to moon people. Right beside
the steps leading down to the basement is an odd shower. Sometimes when I
am over at their house either David or Derek go and take a shower. While
Derek and I are sitting there playing Nintendo I'd look up and there would
be David's bare ass sticking out of the curtain waving back and forth at
us. He is a little taller than I, with short brown hair and glasses. He
and Derek don't look at all alike.
Nor do they act alike. Not once when I've been at their house has Derek
ever mooned me. That doesn't mean I've never seen his ass. Sometimes when
David and I are playing in the basement Derek goes to shower, and David and
I sneak over and yank back the curtain to take a peek at him, or mostly
just to bug him. I've never seen his dick, but I have had a few great
glances of his ass. Of course Derek and I do the same to David when he
showers, but he doesn't care who sees his ass so it isn't near as much fun.
They and their kid brother live in a two-story house, white with green
trim, just a couple houses down from James. When we are at their place us
kids all play in the basement, which smells like a dog on account of the
room connecting to the playroom is the dog's room, but when you are a kid
you don't notice that much. There are four rooms and a toilet downstairs,
one big room everyone plays in with a smaller room for their dog connected
to it, one smaller room with laundry equipment, and a smaller one with
weight stuff. One day David, Derek, James, Kurt and I are playing Nintendo
in the basement when David suddenly pulls his sweat pants down and shows
his boner to everyone. It is average size for a ten-year-old but it comes
up and curves about forty-five degrees at the tip, something I've never
seen before and which impresses my nine-year-old mind.
David and Derek's younger brother, Todd, is four years younger and his
parents make us kids play with him. He likes to imitate David by mooning
others. He is a little slow and way overweight, close to ninety pounds, so
his fat ass is quite the sight. He also has this wrestling move called the
Earthquake where he runs at someone who is laying on his back and jumps on
their chest. He does it naked and I don't really enjoy it, but it does
allow me to get to see his little dick up close. It is uncut, the first
and only uncut cock I've ever seen in person.
My friend Kurt, who lives next to David and Derek, is fat too, fifty
pounds overweight, and two years younger than I am. We are watching a tape
of the Muppet Show one day over at my house that fall and I get up and go
to pee. I'm feeling bored so when I come back I return with my boner
sticking out of my fly. "Hey, look at this," I say and Kurt casually
glances over at me but he doesn't stare or anything and I'm sort of
disappointed that is all he does. He does look over at me every now and
then though, so I tell him since he's seen mine he has to show me his. He
just smiles nervous like and shakes his head.
"Com'on, you saw mine."
"You showed it to me."
"Yeah, well, fair's fair. You still got to show me yours."
He shakes his head. "My Mom will find out and I'll be in trouble for
sure."
"She'll never know."
"She'll find out, somehow."
"I'll never tell," I persist.
"I'll show you my asshole instead," he offers as a compromise.
Well, I'd prefer to see his dick, but I accept his compromise. So he
pulls down his shorts and bends over and pulls apart his cheeks and shows
me his butthole. I don't understand why he is so afraid to show me his
penis but will bend over and show me his asshole, which to me is the most
private of places. However, in this journey of mine as I extend my
sexploration into unknown territory while at the same time discovering the
wondrous world of grade three, I'm learning that some people have some
strange ideas.
Well, another year passes by and I turn ten, getting my own VCR for my
birthday, and enter grade four, the senior grade in our elementary school.
My light blond hair has been getting darker and is now a light brown. Off
and on for the past two years I'd been trying to find the tape that I'd
seen when I was eight, and growing more and more frustrated that I can't
find it and angrier and angrier with myself for not having hidden it away
the day I'd found it. There was one plus to my lack of thought. That fall
in the course of my search, I do make another find, in one of my parents'
drawers, a collection of dildos, vibrators and various other sex toys and
stuff. One of the toys is called a Sexplorer. It is a plugin device that
has different attachments like a small dildo about three inches long, and
the one thing I really love, a small cup-like thing that you can put your
dick in. The machine has two speeds and vibrates when you turn it on. I
love the feelings I get from it and unbeknownst to my parents I borrow the
toy and take it to my room whenever I can. I also try the dildo up my ass
a few times with a condom over it to save the hassle of having to clean the
dildo of lube and other things it might get from going where the sun don't
shine. When I'm done I toss it up on the shelf at the top of my closet.
It is about six and a half feet off the floor and about two feet deep so
you need a chair to take anything down. Later I stuff it in a pop can and
throw it away to get rid of it.
The toys are fun, but it is the movie that I want and I keep pestering
my parents to look for it, and luckily Short Circuit is a movie geared
toward kids so they don't get suspicious why I'm so keen about finding it.
Well, that fall I finally find it again, totally unexpectedly, and I
immediately take it to my room and watch it right through, four hours and
ten minutes of hard core porn! It has "The Rise of the Roman Empress" with
the Italian politician Cicciolina and John Holmes, "Debbie Does Em All," a
short threesome with Marilyn Chambers, and a little bit of "Coffee Tea or
Me."
In "The Rise of the Roman Empress" Cicciolina is playing the role of a
sexual social worker and John Holmes has to do community service and is
assigned to help her. They go around having sex with people and at the end
they have an orgy with all the people they helped. When I first see John
Holmes' monster thirteen-inch dick it totally blows my ten-year-old mind.
I had no idea a guy's dick could get so huge and I'm so surprised I can't
believe it is real! Well, needless to say I sit there that night my eyes
glued to the screen, and the next day I call over James, who is after all
my very best friend, almost like my brother, and share my find with him.
It is also around this time that I discover masturbation. I say
discover because I think of it all by myself. Nobody tells me the big
secret, and I don't read about it anywhere. It happens one day when I'm not
feeling well and stay home from school. I'm up in my room watching game
shows and decide to put the movie in. I'd been watching it almost every
day since I'd found it and at ten years of age I couldn't get enough of it!
Well, I watch a little bit of it and notice when the guy is about to cum he
pulls on his dick. Well, I think about that and form a circle with my
fingers and I start thinking that would be sort of like a pussy and I could
try to have fake sex with my hand. So I form a fist and wrap my fingers
about my boner and begin to pump it like I saw the guy in the video do. I
do it for about twenty minutes and at first it feels pretty neat but after
a while my arm feels like it is about to fall off. I figure maybe I was
wrong about my idea or maybe that is all there is to real sex, having a
boner and the pleasant feeling of having a swollen, throbbing dick between
your legs. I am about to quit when it happens, my very first orgasm. My
dick goes all numb and fizzy like your upper lip feels when you drink soda
pop, and a muscle in my right thigh trembles and my leg jerks as the wave
passes all the way down to my foot. I'm not sure what is happening, but I
figure it must be the good feeling people get when they have sex.
Anyway, my arm hurts like heck and I'm sort of scared the way it made
my leg jerk and my dick go all funny and I decide I'll never try that idea
again. Well, I imagine all ten-year's or however old a guy is the first
time he experiences that tells himself the same thing. A week later, I
just can't resist trying it a second time to see if I get the same feeling.
Again it takes me forever and my arm is getting sore again, but I keep
going, wondering now if I can produce the same effect, and of course I
eventually do. After that I am hooked and I start to do it every week,
happily beating off up in my room as winter and spring come and go, working
up the strength in my right arm and cutting down the time before it happens
to the ignorant bliss of my parents as I progress through my fourth grade
of school and pass on to grade five and a new school up by the city park.
It is that summer that my brother gets a divorce from his psycho wife
and I decide to tear my bed apart with a hammer and I get a bunk bed, one
of the A-frame type with the double bed on the bottom and the single bed on
top. I of course love sleeping on the top bunk and each morning I flip
head over heels over the rail and end on my feet. That summer my cousin
Mitch and his family come to visit us for a while. As usual they stay at
our grandma's house. We go down to the pool at the Moose Lodge and when we
change into our swim suits I get to see his dick again, and this time his
ass. He is eight or maybe nine now, but his dick hasn't changed any. When
we come back out and take off our swim suits I get another chance to see
him naked, and I notice he's sort of glancing over at me and trying not to
be noticed. Well, I dry myself off and change back into my clothes really
slow to give him a good chance to check me out, and I notice that he does
the same, giving me a good look at his stuff. We don't do anything else,
but afterward I think about it when I'm jacking off and having the mental
image of him standing there naked in the change room and of him trying to
secretly check me out to jack off to gets me extra hot.
David is not the only one of my friends who is a mooner. Jarred is
another. Jarred and I are in the same grade and met way back in
kindergarten. He has black hair and is on the chubby side and whereas I
tend to be on the shy side, he is as outgoing as any boy can be. He came
in and sat down next to me that first day in kindergarten and just started
talking my ear off. We hit if off great and started going to each other's
houses to play right away. He has a swimming pool out back, and often
while we are playing he'll pull his pants and underwear down in the back
and walk around with his ass sticking out. Like David, Jarred doesn't care
who sees his ass.
The weekend before we start fifth grade, I spend the night at his
house and we watch a baseball movie. They have two couches in the living
room so we each choose one to lie on while we watch the movie and we make
little tents on them. While we watch, I lay in my tent and reach down and
jack off. By then I am doing it at least two times a day and can't help
myself it feels so good. Toward the end of the movie Jarred gets down on
the floor and he pulls his pants down in front and reveals a boner. I
cannot believe what he did but I quickly get off the cot and join him on
floor and pull mine out. We compare sizes. Mine is a bit longer but
Jarred has a hell of a lot more hair than I do despite the fact I'm eleven
and he is ten at the time, and a very distinguishable blue vein running
down the top of his penis. I got to see his dick several times after that
night saying I wanted to see that vein.
After the movie we go into his bedroom and strip off our clothes and
crawl into his bed. We talk for about an hour and I "accidentally" brush
my hand against his ass a couple of times. Jarred had to have felt me
since he suggests we put our underwear back on in case his mother looks in
on us in the morning. I'm disappointed but what he suggests makes sense so
I can't argue and I don't know how to go about suggesting we do anything.
So we talk a while longer and go to sleep.
It is around that time, around fifth grade, that I decide I want to
see as many dicks as I can. I have always known that I enjoy looking at
both guys and girls, probably clear back to my experiences with Brandon. I
never really thought there was anything wrong with it. I go to the school
restroom every recess even though I don't have to go on the off chance I'll
see a guy at the urinals. My new school consists of just grades five and
six and most guys at that age aren't hung up on being seen and I get plenty
of chances to satisfy my curiosity. I remember hearing that in middle
school guys have to change their clothes for gym class and I can't wait!
It is one day when I'm in the boys room that two guys, best friends
forever and I don't want to say in the bad crowd but more that they were
real showoffs, come in.
There are three urinals and I am at the end. The really cute one takes
the middle and the real showoff stands in front of the one at the other
end. To my joy I get to check out the cute one for at least a minute. He
has a real cute dick and watching him pissing with it is hot. They finish
before I am done and go to wash their hands. The showoff calls my name and
I turn around to find him mooning me. They laugh and I act embarrassed and
turn back around to the urinal, but my dick is starting to rise. He calls
my name again and I turn around once more, this time to find him flashing
me. He has a very nice dick. For the next few weeks, I use that incident
as my main jack off image.
It is also around that time that I come for the first time. Like I
said, I am doing it at least twice a day by then, in the back seat of the
minivan while my mom or my dad is driving, at my friends' houses while we
are watching television or even just talking, and of course at home either
on my bed or on the floor in front of my bed. I'm also watching my porn
video almost daily, and I use the school year book to look at classmates
while I jerk off, boys and girls though most often boys, and often one of
my elementary year books that had a picture of this friend two years
younger than I that I would have done anything for the chance to do
something with him.
Anyway, I'm sitting there happily beating my boner one day after
school, enjoying the throbbing pleasure and the building pressure in my
loins as I imagine me having an orgy with my classmates much like the orgy
Mister Butler has in the porn movie. As I reach my orgasm I forget the
fantasy and just concentrate on the throbbing pleasure between my legs as
my leg begins to spasm, and then I have this feeling like I'm about to pee.
That feeling I've never had before and it comes as a surprise. I feel my
pee gushing up the core of my boner and even though I've seen the guys in
the video squirting their stuff I don't connect the two. I clench my
peehole closed hoping to hold it back but of course the force and the speed
are too great and the next thing I know I'm squirting my stuff. It is the
thin, runny cum of a preteen and it sprays my stomach and runs down over my
hips and down over my pubes and my tight, swollen balls. It is only then
that I realize my balls have drawn up tight under my boner. Well, I just
sit there sticky and hot and sort of in shock, and I'm thinking, holy shit,
I've cum! I sit there for the longest time staring at my thin, watery cum
and thinking how fucking great it had felt and how wet and sticky I am.
After that day I have even more incentive to jerk off.
One day after I'd been cumming for a few months, something strange
happens. I am on the couch in the living room and decide to have a go at
it. It is about two a.m. so everyone is in bed. Pulling my shorts down
just below my balls so I can quickly pull them back up in case I hear
anything, I begin to stroke. No matter how many times I do it, I can't get
enough of the hot, throbbing sensation of my boner and the build up of
tension in my groin, and of course now squirting my load. It only takes me
a few minutes to reach my orgasm and I'm laying there waiting for my stuff
but nothing comes out. Well, that totally freaks me out. One thought is
that maybe all my jerking has hurt something inside my dick which is
preventing my cum from coming out. Another thought is that maybe I've run
out of cum. Now I've never once considered that ever since I found out a
guy squirts, and that is too scarey to even consider. My shorts are pulled
up tight against my balls, and my eleven-year-old mind wonders if maybe
they didn't get a chance to bounce around enough, and as a result didn't
get stimulated enough and so I didn't shoot.
Well, the next day I don't know if I should give my balls a rest or if
I should take a chance and do it again or what. If I've hurt myself, I
certainly don't want to do anything that might hurt me further. At the
same time, I have to find out if something's wrong because not knowing is
going to kill me. Most important of all, after pounding my dick daily, I
need to experience the pleasure I've become accustomed to. Well, as soon
as I come home from school I head straight up to my room. Sitting on my
bed with my heart high in my chest in apprehension and worry, I push my
pants and my underwear right down so my balls will have total freedom to
bounce, and I even purposefully tug on my dick especially vigorously to
give them extra bounce. To the relief of my eleven-year-old mind, when I
reach my orgasm, it is a nice, long wet one. I never have a dry orgasm
since, and that last experience I will remember even better than my first
wet one.
That January Jarred comes over to watch a Pay Per View wrestling event
and stay the night. When the show is over, we go up to my room and I take
my clothes off since the last time at his house that is what we did. To my
disappointment Jarred stays dressed. Well, I figure it is time to share my
secret find.
"Wanna see something really cool?"
"Sure."
I pop in the video and we sit there on my bed and watch it. I glance
over at Jarred once in a while but he doesn't notice. His mouth is wide
open and his eyes glued to the tv monitor.
"Don't you want to take your clothes off?"
"No, not yet."
"Aren't you at least going to take your dick out?"
He hesitates but then pulls down his fly and pulls out his dick, I
suspect because he is getting a boner and it is getting uncomfortable. We
continue watching the movie, and I'm wondering how Jarred is feeling and if
he's getting as horny as I am. I certainly hope he is.
"So, whatcha think?"
"Oh fuck! That is so fucking hot! I've never fucking seen nothing
like that!"
"Yeah, it's hot," I say. "And that's not all that's hot," I add as I
grope myself, hoping he'll take the hint.
"Except for that part where that stuff shoots out of the guy's dick."
"What do you mean?"
"There's no fucking way a guy shoots stuff out his dick like that," he
says authoritatively.
I just sort of sit there, this time with my mouth open. I don't know
what to say. I know for a fact that guys can do it, but how does a guy
tell another that he's been shooting for the past several months? I don't
even know if Jarred knows about masturbation, never mind how he feels about
guys who do it. I know not every guy knows about it and some guys even
think it is wrong, so I keep quiet.
Well, Jarred begins to play Nintendo and my chance to pursue doing
anything with him is gone so I lie down behind him and start to masturbate.
I think about Jarred sitting there on my bed watching the movie with his
dick hanging out of his pants, and just the image of him sitting there gets
me really turned on. I am almost there when he turns around and I stop
stroking immediately but I know he's seen me. He doesn't say anything
about it and just asks if I'm not going to play. Well, I think of
suggesting we play something else, but worried what he might think of me I
figure I'd better not. So, I reluctantly stop what I am doing, put my
clothes back on and play Nintendo with him. When we go to bed we talk for
a while, about school and wrestling and stuff, and go to sleep.
A few weekends later he comes over and spends the night again, and of
course we watch the movie some more.
"That's fucking awesome, except for those fucking fake scenes."
Well, I've been thinking about his comment since the last time he was
over, and this time I'm ready. "They're not fake."
"Com'on, there's no fucking way a guy can shoot that stuff out his
penis like that."
"Wanna bet?"
"What you mean?"
"I can."
"You're kidding," he says, and I can see the disbelief in his eyes,
but the curiosity too.
"No. I can. Honest."
"For real?"
"Yeah."
"How?"
"I call it having fake sex. I can show you."
"Okay," he says with an eager grin, still not sure if I'm pulling his
leg.
"You should try it too."
He thinks for a moment, and I figure he's going to say no, but
curiosity gets the best of him and he agrees, though I can tell
reluctantly. I inhale nervously with apprehension and excitement as I
begin to take off my pants, and my heart is beating like mad as I watch
Jarred remove his pants and underwear. I show him how to stroke it and we
start to do it. My dick is bigger than his and I wrap my fingers about my
boner, except for my pinky which I've gotten into the habit of holding up
in the air. Jarred's is smaller so he rubs his with his thumb and first
two fingers in a U shape. I know I'd better not stare but I can't keep my
eyes off him. It is the first time I've ever see another guy stroking
himself, and it is way better than watching a guy do it on the tv screen.
So I sit there watching him pumping his fingers up and down his stiff dick
as I pump mine, and I notice he glances over at me every once in a while,
to see what is happening and curious too I guess, having never done it
before and me being the first guy he's ever seen doing it. Sitting there
on my bed doing it together gets me hot faster than usual, and it is not
long before I'm ready to shoot.
Jarred stops right away and sits there and watches me. That is so
wild sitting there engaging in my "fake sex" and feeling my cum about to
squirt and having one of my best friends sitting there watching me. Well,
I squirt a few thin squirts of my stuff onto the back of my hand like I've
been doing since I've begun cumming and when I stop I look up at him. He
is sitting there gaping at my boner and the back of my hand, his eyes wide
and his jaw hanging open.
"Fuck," he says, staring at my puddle of stuff on the back of my hand.
I raise my arm and stick out my tongue and lick the cum up.
Jarred wrinkles up his nose. "Eww. That's sick."
"It's cool actually," I reply with a knowing grin. "Wanna try it?" I
ask, holding out my hand.
"No fucking way."
"Well, you can try your own," I reply, glancing down at his boner.
He hesitates for a moment, but curious and, I suspect, having enjoyed
rubbing his boner, he slips his thumb and first two fingers about his still
stiff dick and begin to jack off once more. I sit there on the bed beside
him and watch, but it is his first time, and after a bit longer his arm
gets tired and sore. He's disappointed but I tell him the same happened to
me the first time and that if he keeps doing it he'll build up the strength
in his arm. That night sure shut him up about how the movie was a fake
anyway.
A few months later, Jarred comes over to watch Wrestlemania and for
another sleep over again, and of course to watch my porn video.
"I've started shooting too," he says as I put the video in the
machine.
"Yeah?" I reply, grinning over at him.
"It's fucking great," he says. "I love it."
"Told ya so," I say with a grin.
Later that night we take off our clothes and sit there on my bed and
jack off together. It is so fucking hot sitting there watching Jarred
rubbing his boner with his thumb and first two fingers, and having him
glancing over at me occasionally to watch me jacking off mine. When he
comes he does it like I do, on the back of his hand, and it is so hot
seeing another guy shooting his stuff besides myself and on a tape. I just
sit there staring at his stuff shooting out of his dick and forming a
watery blob on the back of his hand, and then I shoot off too and he sits
there with his cock still stiff and the tip wet with his stuff as he
watches me go off.
And then we raise our hands to our mouths and lick up our cum, glancing
over at each other and smiling. We don't have to say anything. After than
whenever Jarred comes over to play or watch tv we eventually pop in my
video and we stroke off watching it, and occasionally I would take my movie
over to his house and we would sit on the floor in his room and watch it
and stroke.
A bit later Jarred gets his own porn video, a movie called "The Spirit
of 69" that he gets from a friend, and of course he invites me over to his
house to see it. It is back in the time of the Revolutionary War and has
George Washington fucking Betsy Ross. Throughout the movie there is a
group of revolutionary war soldiers singing in a pirate type manner:
Yo, ho, bring on the wrenches,
Bring on the rum and the ale,
Yo, ho, bring on the wrenches,
Tomorrow we ride into Yale.
We figure it is a funny and odd film, but at that age anything that shows
sex is hot.
Jarred's bed is one of those day beds that has a mattress underneath
the top one that you can pull out and that comes up level with the top one
to make the bed into a double bed. It is along one wall facing the
television. I lie on my back lengthways on the floor next to the bed
watching the tv upside down and Jarred sits propped up against the wall. I
watch him most of the time instead of the movie, loving the sight of him
jacking himself off. He catches me and tells me to stop looking at him. I
go back to the movie but keep glancing back at him, finding him much more
interesting and much hotter. He tells me to stop again and pretending
defiance, I say no and stare at him all the harder, like I'm joking, and we
both keep jacking off, both of us feeling too randy to stop. I love the
way his balls look, almost like half a peach sitting there, a little fuzzy
with two orbs sitting inside. It is great. I come pretty hard that day,
and Jarred comes a few minutes after I do.
A few weeks later Jarred invites me to stay overnight. I am excited
about seeing his stuff again. He puts in his "The Spirit of 69" movie and
opens his bed up into a double bed and we lie down on it, him on his side
and me on the mattress that pulls up, and begin watching the video. He
pulls the cover up and starts playing with himself under the blanket. I am
disappointed but I know he isn't going to pull the blanket back off no
matter how much I try to convince him. I decide to see if he will take it
off when I'm not looking so I tell him I am tired and going to pull the
blanket up over my head so the movie won't disturb me and go to sleep.
When I pull the blanket up, I make sure there is a small gap I can see
through and settle down. To my delight it works! As soon as I stop moving
he pulls his blanket down and goes to work, not knowing I am watching his
every move. I watch for probably close to thirty minutes and decide I need
to get off, bad. So I pull my head out of the top of covers, figuring by
then he won't stop, but to my disappointment he pulls his back up and
covers himself. So I keep my dick covered and start jacking too, the two
of us laying side by side and almost touching each other in his day bed, in
the bed where he sleeps every night. I blow harder than I ever have
before, to the tune of "yo, ho, bring on the wrenches." I cover my stomach
and chest and soak the blanket and the bed. It is unreal. Worst part is it
is the thin runny cum of a preteen that goes everywhere. So I get up and
clean off in the bathroom and go back to bed and we both fall asleep.
I have never had a wet dream in my life, but my first sexual dream
that I can remember is when I am in fifth grade. There are actually four
dreams that I remember and that I use for jerk off material that year. The
one that I really like involves me, Jarred and James. In the dream they
are up in my room fooling around and I walk in and surprise them. It leads
to a three-way with us in various positions and pairings. Later when I
recalled the dream, I would sometimes put in various other people that I
found attractive. Another dream I have that year involves my cousin Mitch.
In the dream he is either a game show host or a news reporter or something
like that. I am in my bed and he is reporting on me and I have him get in
and we fool around. In the dream he isn't into it and that turns me on
more than if he'd been eager. I really don't remember ever having a sexual
dream about a female. They were always about guys, mostly guys I know and
some experiences we had or I had thought up.
That June, the end of my fifth grade, the teachers pull all the girls
out of class for a big meeting while we boys go to the gym to play wall
soccer. We are divided into two teams and act as goalies, trying to stop
the ball when it is kicked to us. I hate it. I hate everything about gym.
They make us climb these ropes and cargo nets where a guy can fall and
break his arm or leg, or worse, they make us play their favorite, dodge
ball, where a guy kicks a soccer ball as hard as he can at another kid.
You can be sure it is some bully behind the ball and his favorite victim
that he's aiming it at. I wonder why the teachers don't just send us to
play out in the street at rush hour, or to play in the back alley where
kids can get beaten up without any grownups to stop it.
Anyway, there's all kinds of rumors about what the girls were being
given a talk about, and as soon as we get back together we pepper them with
questions. Well, they tell us that it was just about the change in their
bodies and having periods and stuff like that, and once we hear that we
don't want to hear anything more about it! I for one am glad that I'm a
boy, and I know many of my friends feel the same way.