Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 21:02:07 -0800 (PST)
From: me too
Subject: Playing with Friends

			 Playing with Friends

  My early years were spent trying to get as many boys to show me their
weiners as possible.  This seemed to be quite normal to me; who would not
want to view such an intruiging body part as the penis? Oh sure; I played
'Doctor' with the other little girls (really, it was more like 'Stripper'-
we'd dance and throw each other our undies, pretending that we had the great
bosoms apparent in some girls' dads' 'Playboys'), but it was the penis I
yearned for in all its glorious difference from my own achy body parts.
  I have since come to the conclusion that I am Camille Paglia's Virago,
the 'Fag-Hag', the archtypal gay man trapped in a woman's body... that
seems to be the only explanation for my obsession with cocks -- not the big
revolting specimans that I am supposed to be enamored of, as a woman that
grew up in the '70s, but delicious, delicate slender pubes, preferably
uncut.  'Twink' sites are usually the best bet for seeing what I like, but
the boys often seem to be unhealthily femme, and when I want 'femme', as
opposed to boyish, I'll take pussy, thanks!  However, it is a lot easier to
find the kind of pussy I like, than the kind of sweet young thang I prefer
in the male gender.
  I wish that I would have grown up knowing my younger half-brother; he is
bisexual (and wonderfully hung! It's quite nice, if not my particular
'thing', so to speak)... I've told him that I wished I'd known him when he
was a kid, I would have played with his little dickie unmercifully. I was
adopted, and did not meet him until adulthood, when we had a very sweet 69
after a night-long massage and hot tub tease (my clit is quite large, and he
enjoyed sucking it muchly). It only happened once, and as we live cross
country from one another (and now he is in prison -- my mother will not tell
me why, tho' I suspect hit and run drunk driving, he did love to party) it
is unlikely to happen again.
  Because of various circumstances (including being widowed, and going
slightly insane for about a decade) I needed to find a husband to take care
of me. I did so, finding a much younger man on the web (and hoping that in
addition to saving my life and home, he would be my sexual fantasy come true-
a delicious virgin morsel to fuck and savor). Oh well. I am glad that I
married him; he is good to me and I am grateful... but the sex is very
sad. He is very fat, and his penis, while thick, is not very manueverable due
to his weight. So I love him, and I will maintain the marriage contract (he
won't even consider letting me have a lesbian girlfriend! Damn!), but my
fantasy life is all that I have to keep my juices flowing.
  That said, I hope to write many stories of the type that I have read one
handed here on Nifty.

                                       ...and then some!

  Samantha loved playing with her friends, Dennis and Craig. They were sooo
much more fun than playing with her friend, Krista, for example. Krista
only wanted to play Barbie or Stripper, and when she played Gilligan's
Island, she always had to be Ginger. Not that Samantha *wanted* to be
Ginger -- Mary Ann was MUCH cooler; but none of that was as much fun as
playing Gigantor or Toy Trucks with her best pals. They even let her hang
out during Baseball, or Army, when no other boys wanted her around
much. But Dennis, especially, was her best buddy.
  They would often pee together in the bathroom, carrying on the
conversation as though nothing else was going on, but somehow, it seemed
very different if they went behind the bushes in Dennis' yard to do it!
  "Hey, Denny, let's go watch each other pee", she suggested one day.
  "OK", he nodded, amiably enough. "My parents are busy inside."  She
watched as he squatted across from her, scooching down his small white
briefs. Eagerly Sam stared at the little pink weinie dangling down between
his legs, while he in his turn peeked at her slit. "I'll let you touch
mine, if you let me touch yours." The cliche come to life.  "OK". She stuck
out a finger and tickled his thing. It jumped a little at her touch, which
she found fascinating. He tentatively tickled her pussy, which made her
feel all queer inside. She wanted to kiss his dear little dickie, but she
thought that he might get weird about that. So she merely gave its tip a
gentle nip with her thumb and forefinger, at which it seemed to grow a bit
firmer.
  "Oh!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide. "Let's do it now". A thin drizzle
sputtered and then streamed from the tiny hole in the center of his cock. Oh,
how Samantha wanted to hold that splashing little wand while it spouted!
But if she frightened him, there would be no more games like this. If only
they had more time!
  She pushed her pee out of her belly, and watched as Dennis grew
mesmerized by her own piss stream in turn. "Why, I believe that he likes
this as much as me, she thought to herself. I wish had boobies for him to
suck on. Someday!" Their pee mingled in the earth.
  Samantha listened to his urine splash, and watched as he pushed out the
last little spurts.  He paused, and grunted, and the wee willy peeping out
under his tummy trickled out its last drips. She was trembling with the
desire to touch the warm pink head, glistening with wetness.  He reached
his hand down to it and gave it a little shake, and then, a tad shaky
himself, put his finger in her own wet puss finishing its urinating. She
moaned quietly, putting her hands on the ground to steady herself. This
felt so exciting. He wiggled his finger in her little cunny, while she held
her breath. Then she reached out bravely and took his sweet weinis in her
fingers and gave it a soft squeeze. Dennis squealed, and suppressed it-
these sorts of things had to be accomplished quietly. His 2" peter felt so
smooth, and warm, and squishily firm. She held it a little tighter and felt
it stiffen yet more. He pushed his soft pube against her, and rubbed the
pink lips between her lips more confidently, as his little cockie got all
stiff in her fist.  "Oh", she thought, "this must be heaven."
  So, of course, they heard his parents calling them, and hastily pulled up
their britches, hoping that they wouldn't get caught. If they did, they
would never be able to play together again -- a tragedy that they hoped to
avoid. So they did their best to forget what just happened, lest it show on
their faces, and went in for a snack, then Legos, then time to go
home... where it was once again safe to think, and remember, and plot to do
it all again.

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  The next day Samantha was not available to play -- what could one do about
the whims of parents.  Dennis obtained permission for Craig, who had strict
parents, to spend the night at his house.  Better there than at Craig's,
where his omnipresent mother took all the fun out of play by hovering
suspiciously in the background constantly. There was lots of fun to be had,
digging tunnels in the dirt where yesterday Samantha and he had wet in front
of each other, and playing Trucks. Dennis thought of the streams of piss
they had commingled, but did not say anything to their mutual friend. But
yet, it weighed on his mind. What a 'nasty' girl! Boy, did he like being
'nasty' too!
  Soon it became twilight, and after some hotdogs, it was agreed that the
boys needed to bathe.  At 7, they were old enough to wash themselves. After
their bath was run, the dirty, nude little boys were left alone and the
bathroom door was shut. They climbed into the warm, sudsy water and faced one
another. Dennis thought to bring up casually," You know, me and Samantha
watched each other go pee yesterday."
  "Hey, cool." Dennis' belly felt a vaguely squirmy mentioning it, but it
was a *good* kind of squirmy. He felt a stirring in his pubes that was not
at all unpleasant. He took the bar of soap, and raising up a bit on his
haunches, began slowly washing his cock. It perked up at the slippery
feeling and stuck out impudently.
  Craig giggled. "Lookit, you've got a stiffie!", he said, pointing at
Dennis' 'thing'.
  "Oh, yeah, thinking about girls does that", Dennis explained
nonchalantly.
  "I like to look at the big boobies in Playboy and Penthouse", confided
Craig. "Thinking about sucking them and playing with 'em makes my weinie hard
too. My brothers get those magazines, and I sometimes catch them playing with
themselves. Theirs get real big!"
  "Really?", asked Dennis, who had no big brothers, and whose Dad was quite
modest. "How big?"  Craig got up on his knees, and tugging on his little
penis, indicated that they came up past their belly-buttons. "Longer than
to *my* belly-button, I mean. Past theirs."
  Dennis found himself very interested in Craig's dick. "What's that?", he
asked shyly, pointing to the foreskin Craig was pinching to hold his peter
up.  Craig shrugged. "The skin on my weiner. I dunno. I guess all guys
don't have 'em. My biggest brother doesn't, and neither does my dad, but
Steve does. We don't really talk about that stuff, my mom gets all freaked
out."
  "That looks different." Dennis thought it looked very strange, but he
didn't want to be rude about a guy's dork, and anyway, it looked kind of
neat to play with. He felt suddenly awkward, and immediately thought of
what he and Sam had done the day before. Now his penis felt *really*
funny. It was sticking up, all red and hot feeling. Embarassed, he sat down
in the water.
  "Hey, let's wash each others' dicks, and tell me about what you and Sam
did."  Dennis tried not to look as shocked as he felt. But hey, they were
good friends, right? "My brothers and me wash each other in the shower. I
think someone else can do it better", Craig said unworriedly.
  "You wash your brothers' weiners?" Dennis asked, a little incredulously.
What was he missing out on as an only child!
  "Theirs get all hard, and we pull back our skins, (me and Steve), and we
wash them. It feels nice.  Sometimes they tell me about sex, and girls, and
stuff".
   Now this was getting somewhere. Older guys knew so much more about
girls. They probably knew why his pecker got all stiff and felt funny. As
if in a trance, he took the soap and gingerly rubbed it on Craig's
cock. "What do they tell you?"
  Craig closed his eyes and smiled at the gesture. "Here, wash it like
this", as he mooshed himself into Dennis' hand, and put his own between
Dennis' legs under the water. Dennis gasped, and felt Craig grow in his
hand. The little pink cockhead snuck out past the bit of skin, glistening
with soap. "They said that to make a baby, you take your weiner and rub it
on the girl's pussy until it feels so good it makes a squirt called sperm.
You've got to be a big boy to make it squirt though."
  Denis thought suddenly of rubbing his weiner against Samantha's pink
lipped slit, and shuddered with intensity of emotion. He started playing
with Craig's erection with purpose.
  "That feels nice", Craig said under his breath. "Please don't stop", and
squeezed Dennis' hard dickie under the water. They passed the soap back and
forth, making sure that they were very clean. Dennis thought, "It's fun to
play with Craig's weiner skin, it wiggles up and down. I wish I could-" and
he stopped. He was going to say to himself that he'd like to kiss it, like
to nibble its skin, move it up and down on the weiner, and that was too
naughty to even think.
  Dennis' small cock gave a shudder, then the rest of his body followed,
and in his fist, Craig's thingy convulsed. The boys didn't meet each
others' eyes right away, but then it was OK. After all, weren't they
friends?  They smiled at each other, and toweled off.
  Cuddled up in their Grrr-Animal jammies, the two boys were too exhausted
to fiddle about much in bed; but the sweet clean warmth of their bodies
lulled them to gentle sleep and happy dreams.