Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 00:08:04 -0600 From: Ron Johnson <rondjohn@earthlink.net> Subject: The Tickler All the usual disclaimers. If you're under 18 years old, if stories of graphic sexuality offends you, or if for any reason you're on this site and shouldn't be then leave immediately. Many aspects of the story present here is based on a real event. A large part of the story is pure fiction and never really happened (but, I wish it had!) The whole story is enhanced for the reader so it becomes more interesting to read. Names and places were changed to preserve anonymity. The first part of the following story is true and center around real events that happened in my life. The second part is made up. I now wish the second part actually really happened through my own volition or by the act of others. I might have been upset or embarrassed at the time, but by creating different possibilities and variations, the story extends the original true story into new meanings that I can now appreciate with greater significance - as if they actually had happened - or I wished had happened. If you wish to write to me, my eMail address is: rondjohn@earthlink.net. I do use a spam catcher, but I check my "suspect mail" often and will return a message unless is crude or offensive. These I will delete cheerfully! One bright summer day in around 1951 when I was about ten years old, I was riding my bike around my small town. I was riding about with no particular place in mind to go - just slowly riding down the streets, across vacant lots and through alleys. As I slowly rode by the very small little park on the outskirts of town which housed the two marble monuments next to the small city hall house honoring soldiers from both the world wars, I noticed Sarah Ferguson sitting in the shade of one of the monuments reading a magazine. She had on a faded blue cotton dress which came almost to her knees and a light colored faded yellow blouse. All girls wore dresses even in the summer time. No girl then would even think of wearing pants like a boy. Now usually, I wouldn't even give Sarah the time of day. For one thing, she was at least 12 years old and so I didn't have much in common with her. I didn't even know her brother very well who was about 11 years old and closer to my age. He was a grade a head of me. They lived on the other side of town in one of those big houses where the rich people live. You might wonder how I would I even know her name? She use to baby sit me and my sisters when I was a little kid - you know, when I was about seven or eight. I only remember one thing about her. She loved to tickle people - at least little kids. Once, I saw her down in the city park tickling my best friend Stanley unmercifully. I was quite a ways off and ran to help Stanley, but by the time I got there she had ridden off on her pink and white bicycle with the little tassels coming from the handlebars. For some strange reason, I decided to look at the names on the stones and see if I recognized any. I guess in the back of my mind I was hoping that Sarah would tickle me because I really enjoyed it so much. I dropped my bike next to one of the stones and started looking at the names. I decided not to say anything to her - at least at first. However, she casually looked up and said, "Hi Ronnie!" She knew I hated it when anyone called me, `Ronnie', all drawn out in a long `rawwwwnie' sound. Ronnie was my baby name. I just ignored her and continued to look at the names. "Can't you at least say `hello'", she asked overly sweet. I said matter of factually, "Hello Sarah". She didn't respond and went back to her reading. I continued looking at the names on the markers and was about ready to get back on my bike when Sarah slowly got up and walked over next to me and began looking at the names, too. "Look, there's Jack Armontrout's name", she said. I never knew Jack because he was killed a long time before in World War ll, but everyone knew the Armontrout family because Mr. Armontrout, Jack's father, was the major. "So?" I sort of answered with sarcasm. She looked at me with scorn and said, "He died for our country, you idiot." "I know that, miss smarty pants". "Will you could give him a little respect!", she said and gave me a push. I fell backwards and tripping over one of the marble blocks which held the monument in place and fell on the soft grass. Sarah quickly stepped over to me and placed one foot on my chest. "Say, `I respect the fallen soldiers', idiot!" I was a bit peeved at her though, but as I think you can see, I was actually hoping that she would give me some attention. I grabbed her foot and tried to give it a twist, but she pulled away and quickly jumped on me with her knees on either side and held my arms above my head. "Let me up you big pig", I yelled! Calling her a `pig' was probably not a good idea in my predicament. She looked at me and then slowly brought her face down to my face, stuck his tongue out and tried to touch my forehead with it. "Gross", I yelled! Then, she held both my arms above my head with one hand (I wasn't very strong at age ten.) and began to tickle my ribs. I couldn't help but to laugh because she was an excellent tickler! "Cut it out Sarah! Let me up!" I really was enjoying it, though. But, Sarah didn't let me up. She continued to tickle me. She tickled me in my ribs and under my arms. She even reached down and squeezed my thighs. She remembered that I was especially ticklish there. I was laughing and hollering, "Let me up!" I screamed and I am sure that I must have sounded just like a little girl. I also knew no one, if anyone happened to pass by, would pay any attention to a little kid laughing and screaming because that is what all little kids do. At least an adult would pass on by. I was laughing so hard that I was sure that I was going to pee my pants! Now I know that Sarah tickled me a lot more and than finally let me up. I rode away on my bike calling her names like `Miss Pig and `snot face' and many other names that I found useful in like situations. But what could have happened? Could something else have happened that was more interesting, would have been much more exciting and something that I now wish could have happened? As I look back at my situation that summer day from the point of view of an adult, and at the least bisexual I am today, maybe something else could have happened. I know that Sarah was a young girl in the midst of adolescence. Maybe she was the type of girl who would tease a boy sexually. I also know that she did really loved to tickle young helpless boys. Why, I even saw here tickling her boy friend, George and he was three years older than me! What if she also loved to go a bit further - oh, just for the heck of it? How can I bring another boy into the story to satisfy my bisexual desires? We will go back to the very end of the story and continue it in my imagination. Maybe you see other possibilities. Please let me know. You can send eMail message to me at rondjohn@earthlink.net. The message will go to my scam filter, but I will see the message and return a reply. Now, here's my story: I was laughing and hollering, "Let me up!" I screamed and I am sure that I must have sounded just like a little girl. I also knew no one, if anyone happened to pass by, would pay any attention to a little kid laughing and screaming because that is what all little kids do. At least an adult would pass on by. We were also hidden behind the monuments and no one could see us from the street even though we were downtown. Someone would have to walk around the monument to see what was going on, but no one would because we were just kids. If someone was looking out of windows in the city hall house, they would see us. But on a week day, no one was ever in the building. Our city government was all voluntary and only used the building in the evening. I was laughing so hard that I was sure that I was going to wet my pants! Suddenly Sarah got an evil look in her eyes. She squinted her eyes real narrow and again brought her face real close to mine. Our noses almost touched. I tried to turn away, but Sarah kept following my face with her's. Still holding my arms above my head, Sarah took her other hand and pulled my shirt out of my shorts. Then, she slowly moved her hand beneath my t-shirt and started tickling my bare ribs. I screamed with laughter! Even when she stopped for a second, I continued to laugh and giggle. I could hardly catch my breath. "Stop Sarah! I can't take it any more! Stop!" But Sarah didn't stop. She continued to tickle me more and in my arm pits. She brought her face back up, but still with real squinty eyes like she was planning something really evil! She began pulling my shirt up my chest and then releasing my arms for a second, she pulled my shirt off my body and threw it aside. Sarah continued to tickle my sides, my bare chest and under my arms still holding my arms above my head with one hand. I screamed for help! I was laughing so hard it hurt. I knew no one would come to my aid unless a friend happened to come by. I could only pray! Sarah began a new tickling tactic. She released my arms and started poking me here and there with the pointer fingers of both hands. Even though my arms were released, I couldn't do much because when a fairly large 12 year old is sitting in the middle of a ten year old there isn't much one can do. I tried to catch her hands, but when I did she just jerked them away and continued to poke me. The pokes didn't hurt much, she was poking me in places that still continued to make me laugh and giggle like my ribs, neck, arm pits and middle of my stomach. All I could say between gasps for air was, "Enough, enough, enough!" Suddenly she stopped and looked at me with her squinty eyes again. I knew something was up, but I didn't know what. Quickly she jumped off and turning around jumped back on me facing my feet. She grabbed one of my legs and quickly pulled my tennis shoe and sock off and threw them to the side. Then, she did the same thing with my other foot. My god, I thought, is she stripping my clothes off? I gasped with the very thought of this happening! I must admit it was quite exciting - just the thought of it! She didn't bother my shorts however, but she did continue to poke me with her two pointer fingers. Now she was poking me in my lower stomach and on my sides. Sarah grabbed my right leg and squeezed underneath my thigh where I was absolutely the most ticklish. She alternated between both of my thighs. I thought I was going to die, I laughed so hard! Then, she stopped. I knew she was thinking of something else to do. I tried to catch me breath while continuing to laugh, giggle and cry all at the same time. All of a sudden continuing to use her pointer fingers, she began to poke me more gently, thank goodness, through my shorts. Mind you, not in my most sensitive area, but around this area. She poked me in my pubic area and on either side of my pecker area, but close enough to almost tough it. "Sarah", I called. "Watch out! I got some valuable things there, you know!" Sarah made an evil giggle and continued to poke me avoiding that area. Suddenly, I realized I was getting a boner! Now I really didn't mind. This was turning into a little more fun! After all, I wasn't getting tickled now. She was sort of tickling me in another way. My pale red shorts were not exactly the loosest shorts in the world and I knew that soon she would notice my little boner poking up the stretched material. As nearly all boys did not do in the fifties where we lived, no one wore underwear. It never entered the minds of us or with our mothers to ever have us wear underwear after we got out of diapers. I didn't start wearing underwear until I was at least in the eighth grade. By that time, I had too! Then, Sarah did notice my little boner. "What do we have here?" She pinched my pecker between her thumb and finger through the material of my shorts. "Ouch", I yelled! It didn't really hurt at all. Actually, it felt quite good, but I wanted her to know she touched something a bit private. She let go as quickly as she pinched and started poking me gently with both of her pointer fingers again, but now much closer to my pecker and sometimes even touching it or my balls. "Stop", I called almost softly to her, but I didn't want her to stop really. She must have known this because she continued with the poking. Suddenly, I heard an audible gasp. I turned my head to the right. There standing next to one of the monuments was Allen Brickland. He was not exactly a friend, but he wasn't an enemy either. He was one of the fellows at school in my class. He was the same age as me and - he lived next door to the Furgesons! Maybe he had been watching. Evidently Sarah didn't hear him at first because she continued the gentle poking occasionally touching my boner. But when he moved toward us, she turned to look. "Oh hi Allen. Do you want to help me with the torture?" "Heck yes", he said with a big smile on his face as he approached! "What do you want me to do?" "Go away Allen", I yelled. Allen ignored my order and knelt next to me with Sarah still sitting on my middle facing my feet. She stopped poking me for the moment and said, "Will....", she turned and looked back at me. "I was wondering if Ron looks like my brother". She made sort of a guttural laugh! "Do you want to help me find out?!" I really didn't have clue as to what she met. At first, I don't think that Allen understood her either, but then I could see her arm and hand pointing at my shorts! I suddenly realized they intended to pants me right here next to the World War I Memorial! "No way", I yelled. "You better not!" "Take a hold of his shorts", Sarah said. "No!" I yelled. But they ignored me. Allen moved to my legs and I could feel his hands on either side of the legs of my shorts. At the same time, I could feel Sarah's fingers grasping the sides of my shorts at the waist. I could feel Allen trying to pull my shorts downward, but Sarah was trying to pull them up! "Not so fast Allen", she called. "This is torture you know. We gotta do it slowly!" I started to kick my legs. Since Sarah already had taken off my shirt, shoes and socks, this would leave me stark naked right in the middle of town - though it was very doubtful that anyone would see me behind the big marble monoliths. Nevertheless, I certainly didn't want to be stripped anywhere and especially by a girl! Allen, I didn't mind, `cause I could get him later! "Don't you guys! Don't!" I tried to press my butt to the grass so my shorts might not slip down. Still ignoring me, Sarah said to Allen, "Pull his short down about an inch!" I could feel my short sliding down my hips a little. I screamed, "Nooooo!" "Yes!" Allen responded. Sarah began tickling me and I started laughing again. Actually it was kind of funny, but I still didn't want to lose my pants. My pecker was poking up against my shorts and if they got them off they would see it! "A little more", Sarah directed. I could feel my short being pulled downward another inch or so. "Hey look, he's gotta boner!" Allen called out. I was mortified that this was mentioned out loud. "I know", Sarah said. "That's why I want to see Ron's thingy. It might look like my brother's. Once I opened the bathroom door by mistake and saw him standing there naked". This was somethin', I thought! Sarah was going to compare my pecker to her brother's pecker. "Pull his shorts down further." As Allen pulled my shorts down more, Sarah continued to poke and tickle me. I continued to laugh and scream. Then, I could feel a hand gripped around my pecker through my shorts for just a second. I didn't know if it was Sarah or Allen. Though, I didn't think Allen would touch another fellow's pecker. Actually, it felt quite good whoever did it. But, I couldn't tell them that! With all this attention the two of them were giving me, I was now beginning to enjoy the experience. "Who did that!" I yelled. But, all I could hear was laughter. "Pull his shorts down more!" I could feel my shorts being pulled lower on my hips. I suppose if I could actually see, the top of my shorts would be just above my pubic area. I was getting more and more excited. I squirmed around as Sarah continued to poke me with her finger. She poked me in the ribs and then lower to my pubic area, on either side of my bulging pecker. I didn't say anything now, because I was beginning to face the inevitable. I was going to be stripped. I must admit it was quite exiting, though kind of scary, to be stripped by this good looking girl and a ten year old boy. But, I had to communicate that I didn't like this one bit. The fact that another boy was stripping me at first didn't faze me one bit, but now that the "game" continued, this also seemed to be exciting! "Pull them down more!" I could feel my shorts being pulled down by Allen. I knew the top of my shorts were just above my erect pecker! "Noooooo! Noooooo!" I softly murmured. "Pleeeease......." But, actually, my `please' was beginning to mean `Do it! Do it!' Sarah poked me just on either side of my boner. When she did this, the fabric on the shorts pulled across the top of my circumcised pecker. It felt so good! Now without orders from Sarah, Allen pulled my shorts off my butt. They still covered my pecker, though. My boner was probably keeping them from coming off in the front. I could feel the grass on my backside. "Hmmmmm.... your shorts seem to be stuck on something I wonder what it could be!", Sarah sort of sing-songed the words. Sarah turned her head around and smiled back at me. I smiled back, but I should have maybe frowned. Let me do the honors, Allen!" I could feel her pull on my shorts. I tried to press my butt into the grass. Suddenly, I could feel my shorts pop over the erection and it sprang up and hit my pubic area. The warm summer air engulfed my freed boner. "Yeoooow", I screamed! Sarah laughed and said, "My what a beautiful site! You DO look like my brother, but I never saw him with a, you know, a boner!" "What are we gonna do now, Sarah?" Allen asked. "First, pull his shorts clear off" I could feel Allen pulling my shorts of my legs. "Sarah", I called to her, "You guys have stripped me naked, let me go now, please!" I felt embarrassed, but also very excited to be naked in front of Sarah and Allen. "We aren't through yet, Ron! The best is yet to come! Allen, go and see if anyone is coming down the street." Allen ran to the other side of the monuments and quickly ran back. "No one is there. No one!" There was silence for a few minutes. Sarah turned around to look at me and then turned back. "Hmmmmm... I wonder what we can do......." Sarah said slowly and softly. More silence. Then, I could feel someone sort of softly batting my pecker back and forth. I started to complain, but then someone gripped my boner with a warm hand and began moving it up and down. God, it felt good! "Yeaaaaa! What are you doin'? It feels soooooo - good!" I gulped for air. No one said anything. I could see Allen watching Sarah pump my pecker up and down. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were wide open. He looked at me and then down to the action in Sarah's hand. "I wonder if he can cum yet!" Sarah asked no one in particular. "What's that mean?" Allen asked innocently. I am glad he asked because I didn't know what it meant either. "Cum is what shoots out of a thingy!" Sarah laughingly said. "But I don't think Ron is old enough yet!" She continued to massage my pecker up and down and up and down. Her whole hand could fit around the length of my pecker. I was in ecstasy. Now, I didn't want to complain or say anything. It felt so, so good! I looked around. Allen was standing and watching Sarah. I could see his shorts. Suddenly, I realized he also had a boner! "Hey Sarah", I called. "Look at Allen! He has a boner, too!" Sarah looked up at Allen's shorts. "Yea, he does Ron". Allen quickly sat down to hide the bulge, I thought. There was silence for a few seconds or so. Sarah continue to move her hand up and down my pecker. "Hey Allen.... you want to do this for a bit?" Allen shook his head no and continued watching Sarah's hand. Then, he knelt down and took the place of Sarah. I couldn't believe it! A boy was jerkin' me! But, you know, back when I was ten years old it could have been anyone playin' with my pecker right then and it would have been all right with me! Girl - boy, it made no difference to me. What they were doing to my pecker was all that counted. Even though I couldn't see what they were doing, I could feel it for sure. I guess Allen was moving his hand clinched around my pecker up and down. Then, I felt another hand beginning to play with my balls. NOW IT REALLY FELT GOOD. Sarah was playing with my little balls and occasionally she would reach down a little between my legs almost to my hole and draw a finger back up the the base of my balls. Sarah looked back at me and said, "Haven' fun?!" I didn't say anything. I didn't want them to know that `yes, indeed, I was having a lot of fun'! But, I did nod my head a little. "Stop for a moment, Allen", Sarah said. "Allen, run to the street and see if anyone is comin' again. I want you to do somethin'". I saw Allen scurry to the street and looked both ways. Then, he ran back calling, "No one's comin' in either direction". "Good!" She paused. "Would you like to get tickled, too? Allen." "What do ya mean?" "I mean, would you like me to tickle you like I'm ticklin' Ron?" "No, I don't think so", Allen replied. But it took Allen a few minutes to make a decision. "OK, what do you want me to do?" "You first have to be naked like Ron", Sarah said matter of factually. "No way!" Allen almost yelled back. "OK. I just thought it would be fun for you, too", Sarah said. All this time, Sarah was gently patting my pecker back and forth or rubbing it up and down. I only partially heard what they were talking about it felt so good! There was a few minutes of silence while Sarah continued massaging and playing with my pecker. Then, I heard Allen say, "OK, I want to be tickled, too." He ran to the street and looked one way and the other and ran back and pulled off his t-shirt. Then, he grabbed each shoe and sock and tore them off. He started to drop his shorts (I knew he wasn't wearing underwear like all the boys.) He hesitated. Sarah was looking at him smiling. Instead, Allen dropped to the ground next to me with his shorts still on and said, "OK, you can tickle me like Ron!" Sarah got off of my middle and kneeled between Allen's legs. For a second, I wasn't sure what to do. Here I was laying stark naked on the ground with a boner and seemed to be forgotten. But Sarah said, "Ron, you want to help me?" "Sure, what do you want me to do?" "You can hold his arms in case he wants to get away". But Allen said, "He doesn't have to. I won't try and get away. I promise". "OK. Ron, you can help me tickle Allen". With that, Sarah began to tickle the ten year old. She began tickling him in the ribs and under his arms. Allen began laughing and twisting around, but true to his words mostly stayed in one place. I started tickling his feet and grabbed him in the thighs like Sarah had done to me. Allen screamed with laughter. "Are you sure you like to be tickled", I asked Allen. Through his laughter and giggling hysteria, "Sure do!" Then, Sarah started poking Allen with her pointer finger like she had done to me. First, she poked him in the stomach and then under his arms. She also poked him around his neck and Allen laughed and twisted around a lot trying to get away from her pointy finger. Then, Sarah began to pop, pop her finger down Allen ten year old chest to his shorts. Here, she began poking her finger on one side of Allen's private area. His pecker made a bulge in his shorts. "Ron, pull his shorts down a little, will ya?" Sarah requested. At first, I thought he was going to protest, but I guess this was part of Allen's plan. This is why he ran to see if anyone was passing by and why he didn't take his shorts off earlier. I reached a took a hold of either side of Allen's shorts and pulled them down about an inch or so. Allen even lifted up his butt to help me. Sarah continued to poke Allen - now on either side of his pecker like she had done to me. "Pull his shorts down some more, Ron". I yanked his shorts down about two inches. Now you could see his whitish public area. Sarah began to poke Allen in this area and then up and down his chest. "Ron, run and see if anyone is comin' would ya?" Naked, I ran to the edge of the monument and looked up and down the street. No one was there. Like I said, this was a pretty quiet town. I ran back. "No one's there", I said, now a little out of breath. "Good! Pull his short down more". I pulled his shorts down to just above his erect pecker and over his round butt. Again, Allen lifted up to make it easier. Suddenly, Sarah took a hold of Allen's pecker through his shorts and rubbed in up and down a little. Allen gasped a little, but didn't protest. I think this was all part of what Allen wanted to happen. I watched Sarah squeezed with her finger gripped around his pecker through his shorts and it made me a little bit excited. I looked down at my pecker and sure enough it was getting big again. I was also beginning to wonder what his pecker looked like. Sarah went back to poking Allen on either side of his boner and I could see the fabric move a little back and forth across the tip of his pecker. Just watching this made me rock hard. I just knelt next to Allen laying on the ground not really doing very much now. I just watched the squirming boy with his shorts down to just above his erect pecker and nearly exposing his pride and joy. "OK, pull his shorts off, if ya want to, Ron." I took a hold of Allen's shorts just above his pecker and pulled the shorts over his erection and down to his knees. Gosh, he looked almost like me! Of course, there was no pubic hair. He was circumcised too, and his boner was only about three inches long just like me! It flopped up aimed right at his chest. A little white sack, with two little round balls within, hung tightly and directly below his boner. Allen had made a little gasped when I released his shorts restricting his pecker. But it wasn't in protest. He just laid there with a smile on his face looking up at the evergreens. Sarah began massaging his pecker like she had done to me. I pulled his shorts off. Then, I ran back to the edge of the monuments to check on people again. Still no one coming. As I slid into a kneeling position next to Sarah and Allen, Sarah asked me if I wanted to take over for a few minutes. I hesitated a little. I had never played with another boy's pecker and balls before. But then I thought, `what the heck'. He looks just like me. I know how I feel. I know what he will feel! I gripped Allen's little erect pecker with my hand and started moving my hand up and down a little. (His pecker wasn't very long - like mine - to move my hand much!) It felt kind of funny, but kind of cool, too. Allen smiled at me, "It really feels good, Ron". I kept it up. He was so smooth and smooth just like me. I looked up to my side and Sarah was watching. An exciting thought popped into my head. "Hey Sarah - can we tickle you?!" Allen looked up and repeated what I said, "Yea, can we tickle you?" "No you can't", she said defiantly. She was standing only a few feet away as I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes. Suddenly, I made a jump and caught her around the legs as she started to run. Allen, too, jumped up. Sarah fell on her back and we began tickling her under her arms and her ribs. She was laughing, screaming and squirming around. It was hard to hold her because she was bigger and older, but we did manage to keep her pretty much pinned down. Then, I jumped up and sat on her stomach. This kept her from getting away. I also sensed that maybe she really could have gotten away, but was actually playing with us a bit. "Allen", I said "Make sure no one is comin'" Allen ran naked to the edge of the monument, peeked around and ran back. "Still no one's comin'" Both of us continued to tickle Sarah more and more. I grabbed the flesh in her thighs and squeezed like she and Allen had done to me. She squealed with laughter and giggled. "You guys! Wait tell I get free!" But, she didn't try very hard to get away. I jumped off and sat on the ground next to her thighs. Sarah could have gotten away now for sure, but she didn't move. Allen continued to tickle her ribs and under her arms. Then, he started poking her like she did to us and I jumped up on my knees and joined in. We didn't poke her hard, but poked her under her arms, in her ribs, on her chest where we could see a couple of little lumps and then Allen started poking her further and further down her body like she did to us. She just laid there on the ground letting us tickle and poke her. I noticed dress was up almost around her butt and I could even see her blue panties. Allen stopped poking at about her lower stomach and looked at me smiling and a questioned look on his face. I pointed to her panties. He smiled more and looked at Sarah. She was smiling at us! I noticed that she also was looking at our peckers - both stiff as little boards. I took the plunge. I continued poking her downward. I began poking on either side of her (I didn't even know what to call it!) ... thing like she had done to us. I looked up at her and she had her head up, looking downward and was still smiling. Very gently, I poke her right in the middle of her private area and looked up at her. She was still smiling. Then, I left my finger on this area for about ten or fifteen seconds and kinda moving my finger around a little. Again, I looked up at her and she was still smiling. Allen began touching her there, also. She continued to smile. "Allen, go and see if anyone is comin'". Again, Allen ran and peeked up and down the street. Still, no one was coming. Slowly, I began to ease Sarah dress up her hips. She raised her butt off the ground so I could move the material. Now Sarah was laying on the grass with her dress around her hips. Her light blue panties covered the area I so much now desired to see. Two naked ten year old boys kneeling before this lovely creature. I looked up at Sarah again and she just smiled. In fact, I don't think she stopped smiling. I looked at Allen and he was looking at her panties. I looked at her light blue panties and wondered what lay just under the thin material. I glanced at Allen's pecker and down at mine. I thought he sure looked good, too. He was about the same size as me and he didn't have any hair from his neck down - just like me. Slowly, I moved my hands to either side of her hips and touched the top of her blue panties. I hooked my fingers under the panties and pressed my thumb against the material. Ever so slowly, I began moving her panties down her hips. I looked up at Allen and he was just staring at the moving panties. I continued to move them down slowly. Her pubic area began to be exposed. I glanced up at Sarah who was, yes, still smiling. She lifted her butt up and I brought the panties under and moved them further down her beautiful slightly pinkish body. I again glanced at Allen and he made a sudden swallow as if something was caught in his throat. Slowly the panties began to reveal the prize! I saw this sort of V shape with a slit up the middle. Sarah was 12 years old and I noticed she had a little fuzz of pubic hair. Allen took a hold of her panties on the other side and we slowly brought them down and off her legs. "Allen..." "Yea, I'll see if anyone is comin'" He jumped up and was back in a flash. Still, no one was coming. Sarah sat up and Allen went behind her and helped Sarah lift her dress over her head. She didn't have anything else on. I learned later that when girls begin to develop boobs they have to wear a bra. Sarah had little baby boobs, but didn't need a bra yet. It wasn't until much later that girls of this age just HAD to have a "bra" - some sort of training bra. (What are they training, anyway?!) Here we were: Two naked ten year old boys sitting on the grass near the middle of a small town looking at a stark naked 12 year old girl laying next to them. What do we do next? I didn't have a clue. All of me was working just right. There seemed to be something going through my body that made me kind of giddy. My pecker was at full mast. I was all ready to go and didn't know how to get there. I looked at Allen. He looked at me. I think we were both thinking the other would do something. We both looked at Sarah. She smiled, of course. Then, she took my hand and put it on her chest. My heart began beating even faster. I looked at her beautiful blue eyes. She began to gently push my hand down to her stomach and then lower to her `whatever the thing is called'! When my hand covered it, I began to sort of explore around. I felt how smooth it was and how soft the downy hair around the slit felt. Sarah stretched her body out with her hands above her head in, with perhaps, a feeling of ecstasy. Then, she reached for Allen's hand and placed it on her chest the same way she did with my hand. She moved her hand over Allen's hand and moved his hand around the small little boob and then let go. Allen kept moving his hand around her chest touching both small lumps of beautiful flesh. Again, Sarah stretched her arms high above her head also stretch out her body reacting to the stimulation. "You are so smooth, Sarah", Allen said and she smiled showing bright white teeth. "I think you are beautiful", I told Sarah. "And, you are so soft and fuzzy down here". We were sitting close to Sarah's hands and she gently took a hold of both of our peckers and began to sort of kneed them around a little. I began to feel really excited like something was going to explode in me. I even got a little scared like something was wrong. But, how could it be wrong when it felt so good. At this point, Sarah held both of her hands toward me motioning me to come forward toward her. Gently, she showed me how to lie on top of her facing down. She was so soft it was almost like lying on a soft bed. I kind of wiggled around getting comfortable. She reacted to my body by moving around just a bit in order to find the right spot. She reached down and took my erect little pecker and gently tried to insert it into that slit that I had been looking at before. Actually, I don't think my pecker ever got more than a half inch into her slit, but it felt fine, anyway. I was in ecstasy. I thought I would explode. I felt like I would explode. I looked around and saw Allen watching. "Allen, maybe you should..." He got up and ran to the edge of the monument and ran back. Again, no one was coming... thank god! Involuntarily, I began to move my body up and down about a couple of inches or so and suddenly I had this big urge to jump inside of her. The feeling was dramatic. And then, as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. I laid on top of her for about a minute. Then, I rolled off. Sarah held her arms for Allen and he took my place. I watched Allen get all comfortable like me. Sarah reached down and like with me, tried to put his little pecker into her slit. I could see her hand guiding his pecker and trying to insert it into place. I could see the circumcised head just beginning to enter. There was a great bit of satisfaction on Allen's face. Suddenly, there was the most terrifying loud scream-like-sound one could ever imagine. Allen jumped off Sarah with a bound and grabbed his pants trying to stuff his legs inside. I was doing the same thing, but I looked over at Sarah. She was rolling over and over laughing like a crazy moron. Then, it dawned on me why she was laughing and what the terrifying sound was. It was the town siren. It always went off at noon every day of the week automatically. It was especially loud because we were almost under it. The siren was affixed to the town city hall building. Allen didn't seem to realize what it was and already had all of his clothes back on. Sarah was slowly putting on her panties and dress. I was just putting my pants on and picked up my shirt. Shortly, we calmed down and started laughing a little at the situation. Sarah called to us. "Come over here". We walked over next to Sarah and sat down. She leaned forward and put her hand around each sides of our heads gently pulling us toward her. She whispered into our ears at the same time: "You just fucked me!" "What?", Allen asked. "You fucked me", Sarah said gently. "It was great! You guys are really great and I like you very much". I could feel my face turn red. The past half hour or so now seemed kind of embarrassing. But, my ten year old masculinity made one last gasp as I seemed to be leaping toward maturity. "Uh, you're welcome". "Yea, uh, you're welcome", Allen stuttered. Time passed. The three of us went on through school together. We never talked about that afternoon expect one time when we were on an all school picnic when I was a sophomore in high school. Sarah was a senior and ready to graduate. Allen and I were throwing rocks into the lake. Sarah came up behind us. "Hi boys, how's it going?" "Just fine", I said as I threw another rock. The three of us just stood there watching a boat on the lake in the distance. "Do you boys remember that morning by the war monuments?" Sarah asked sort of quietly. "Yes", I replied looking into her beautiful blue eighteen year old eyes. "I remember, too", Allen said. "Are you still ticklish?" Sarah asked us both. The following story can go in my Nifty folder called: Truth and Fiction Thanks - Ron The Tickler All the usual disclaimers. If you're under 18 years old, if stories of graphic sexuality offends you, or if for any reason you're on this site and shouldn't be then leave immediately. Many aspects of the story present here is based on a real event. A large part of the story is pure fiction and never really happened (but, I wish it had!) The whole story is enhanced for the reader so it becomes more interesting to read. Names and places were changed to preserve anonymity. The first part of the following story is true and center around real events that happened in my life. The second part is made up. I now wish the second part actually really happened through my own volition or by the act of others. I might have been upset or embarrassed at the time, but by creating different possibilities and variations, the story extends the original true story into new meanings that I can now appreciate with greater significance - as if they actually had happened - or I wished had happened. If you wish to write to me, my eMail address is: rondjohn@earthlink.net. I do use a spam catcher, but I check my "suspect mail" often and will return a message unless is crude or offensive. These I will delete cheerfully! One bright summer day in around 1951 when I was about ten years old, I was riding my bike around my small town. I was riding about with no particular place in mind to go - just slowly riding down the streets, across vacant lots and through alleys. As I slowly rode by the very small little park on the outskirts of town which housed the two marble monuments next to the small city hall house honoring soldiers from both the world wars, I noticed Sarah Ferguson sitting in the shade of one of the monuments reading a magazine. She had on a faded blue cotton dress which came almost to her knees and a light colored faded yellow blouse. All girls wore dresses even in the summer time. No girl then would even think of wearing pants like a boy. Now usually, I wouldn't even give Sarah the time of day. For one thing, she was at least 12 years old and so I didn't have much in common with her. I didn't even know her brother very well who was about 11 years old and closer to my age. He was a grade a head of me. They lived on the other side of town in one of those big houses where the rich people live. You might wonder how I would I even know her name? She use to baby sit me and my sisters when I was a little kid - you know, when I was about seven or eight. I only remember one thing about her. She loved to tickle people - at least little kids. Once, I saw her down in the city park tickling my best friend Stanley unmercifully. I was quite a ways off and ran to help Stanley, but by the time I got there she had ridden off on her pink and white bicycle with the little tassels coming from the handlebars. For some strange reason, I decided to look at the names on the stones and see if I recognized any. I guess in the back of my mind I was hoping that Sarah would tickle me because I really enjoyed it so much. I dropped my bike next to one of the stones and started looking at the names. I decided not to say anything to her - at least at first. However, she casually looked up and said, "Hi Ronnie!" She knew I hated it when anyone called me, `Ronnie', all drawn out in a long `rawwwwnie' sound. Ronnie was my baby name. I just ignored her and continued to look at the names. "Can't you at least say `hello'", she asked overly sweet. I said matter of factually, "Hello Sarah". She didn't respond and went back to her reading. I continued looking at the names on the markers and was about ready to get back on my bike when Sarah slowly got up and walked over next to me and began looking at the names, too. "Look, there's Jack Armontrout's name", she said. I never knew Jack because he was killed a long time before in World War ll, but everyone knew the Armontrout family because Mr. Armontrout, Jack's father, was the major. "So?" I sort of answered with sarcasm. She looked at me with scorn and said, "He died for our country, you idiot." "I know that, miss smarty pants". "Will you could give him a little respect!", she said and gave me a push. I fell backwards and tripping over one of the marble blocks which held the monument in place and fell on the soft grass. Sarah quickly stepped over to me and placed one foot on my chest. "Say, `I respect the fallen soldiers', idiot!" I was a bit peeved at her though, but as I think you can see, I was actually hoping that she would give me some attention. I grabbed her foot and tried to give it a twist, but she pulled away and quickly jumped on me with her knees on either side and held my arms above my head. "Let me up you big pig", I yelled! Calling her a `pig' was probably not a good idea in my predicament. She looked at me and then slowly brought her face down to my face, stuck his tongue out and tried to touch my forehead with it. "Gross", I yelled! Then, she held both my arms above my head with one hand (I wasn't very strong at age ten.) and began to tickle my ribs. I couldn't help but to laugh because she was an excellent tickler! "Cut it out Sarah! Let me up!" I really was enjoying it, though. But, Sarah didn't let me up. She continued to tickle me. She tickled me in my ribs and under my arms. She even reached down and squeezed my thighs. She remembered that I was especially ticklish there. I was laughing and hollering, "Let me up!" I screamed and I am sure that I must have sounded just like a little girl. I also knew no one, if anyone happened to pass by, would pay any attention to a little kid laughing and screaming because that is what all little kids do. At least an adult would pass on by. I was laughing so hard that I was sure that I was going to pee my pants! Now I know that Sarah tickled me a lot more and than finally let me up. I rode away on my bike calling her names like `Miss Pig and `snot face' and many other names that I found useful in like situations. But what could have happened? Could something else have happened that was more interesting, would have been much more exciting and something that I now wish could have happened? As I look back at my situation that summer day from the point of view of an adult, and at the least bisexual I am today, maybe something else could have happened. I know that Sarah was a young girl in the midst of adolescence. Maybe she was the type of girl who would tease a boy sexually. I also know that she did really loved to tickle young helpless boys. Why, I even saw here tickling her boy friend, George and he was three years older than me! What if she also loved to go a bit further - oh, just for the heck of it? How can I bring another boy into the story to satisfy my bisexual desires? We will go back to the very end of the story and continue it in my imagination. Maybe you see other possibilities. Please let me know. You can send eMail message to me at rondjohn@earthlink.net. The message will go to my scam filter, but I will see the message and return a reply. Now, here's my story: I was laughing and hollering, "Let me up!" I screamed and I am sure that I must have sounded just like a little girl. I also knew no one, if anyone happened to pass by, would pay any attention to a little kid laughing and screaming because that is what all little kids do. At least an adult would pass on by. We were also hidden behind the monuments and no one could see us from the street even though we were downtown. Someone would have to walk around the monument to see what was going on, but no one would because we were just kids. If someone was looking out of windows in the city hall house, they would see us. But on a week day, no one was ever in the building. Our city government was all voluntary and only used the building in the evening. I was laughing so hard that I was sure that I was going to wet my pants! Suddenly Sarah got an evil look in her eyes. She squinted her eyes real narrow and again brought her face real close to mine. Our noses almost touched. I tried to turn away, but Sarah kept following my face with her's. Still holding my arms above my head, Sarah took her other hand and pulled my shirt out of my shorts. Then, she slowly moved her hand beneath my t-shirt and started tickling my bare ribs. I screamed with laughter! Even when she stopped for a second, I continued to laugh and giggle. I could hardly catch my breath. "Stop Sarah! I can't take it any more! Stop!" But Sarah didn't stop. She continued to tickle me more and in my arm pits. She brought her face back up, but still with real squinty eyes like she was planning something really evil! She began pulling my shirt up my chest and then releasing my arms for a second, she pulled my shirt off my body and threw it aside. Sarah continued to tickle my sides, my bare chest and under my arms still holding my arms above my head with one hand. I screamed for help! I was laughing so hard it hurt. I knew no one would come to my aid unless a friend happened to come by. I could only pray! Sarah began a new tickling tactic. She released my arms and started poking me here and there with the pointer fingers of both hands. Even though my arms were released, I couldn't do much because when a fairly large 12 year old is sitting in the middle of a ten year old there isn't much one can do. I tried to catch her hands, but when I did she just jerked them away and continued to poke me. The pokes didn't hurt much, she was poking me in places that still continued to make me laugh and giggle like my ribs, neck, arm pits and middle of my stomach. All I could say between gasps for air was, "Enough, enough, enough!" Suddenly she stopped and looked at me with her squinty eyes again. I knew something was up, but I didn't know what. Quickly she jumped off and turning around jumped back on me facing my feet. She grabbed one of my legs and quickly pulled my tennis shoe and sock off and threw them to the side. Then, she did the same thing with my other foot. My god, I thought, is she stripping my clothes off? I gasped with the very thought of this happening! I must admit it was quite exciting - just the thought of it! She didn't bother my shorts however, but she did continue to poke me with her two pointer fingers. Now she was poking me in my lower stomach and on my sides. Sarah grabbed my right leg and squeezed underneath my thigh where I was absolutely the most ticklish. She alternated between both of my thighs. I thought I was going to die, I laughed so hard! Then, she stopped. I knew she was thinking of something else to do. I tried to catch me breath while continuing to laugh, giggle and cry all at the same time. All of a sudden continuing to use her pointer fingers, she began to poke me more gently, thank goodness, through my shorts. Mind you, not in my most sensitive area, but around this area. She poked me in my pubic area and on either side of my pecker area, but close enough to almost tough it. "Sarah", I called. "Watch out! I got some valuable things there, you know!" Sarah made an evil giggle and continued to poke me avoiding that area. Suddenly, I realized I was getting a boner! Now I really didn't mind. This was turning into a little more fun! After all, I wasn't getting tickled now. She was sort of tickling me in another way. My pale red shorts were not exactly the loosest shorts in the world and I knew that soon she would notice my little boner poking up the stretched material. As nearly all boys did not do in the fifties where we lived, no one wore underwear. It never entered the minds of us or with our mothers to ever have us wear underwear after we got out of diapers. I didn't start wearing underwear until I was at least in the eighth grade. By that time, I had too! Then, Sarah did notice my little boner. "What do we have here?" She pinched my pecker between her thumb and finger through the material of my shorts. "Ouch", I yelled! It didn't really hurt at all. Actually, it felt quite good, but I wanted her to know she touched something a bit private. She let go as quickly as she pinched and started poking me gently with both of her pointer fingers again, but now much closer to my pecker and sometimes even touching it or my balls. "Stop", I called almost softly to her, but I didn't want her to stop really. She must have known this because she continued with the poking. Suddenly, I heard an audible gasp. I turned my head to the right. There standing next to one of the monuments was Allen Brickland. He was not exactly a friend, but he wasn't an enemy either. He was one of the fellows at school in my class. He was the same age as me and - he lived next door to the Furgesons! Maybe he had been watching. Evidently Sarah didn't hear him at first because she continued the gentle poking occasionally touching my boner. But when he moved toward us, she turned to look. "Oh hi Allen. Do you want to help me with the torture?" "Heck yes", he said with a big smile on his face as he approached! "What do you want me to do?" "Go away Allen", I yelled. Allen ignored my order and knelt next to me with Sarah still sitting on my middle facing my feet. She stopped poking me for the moment and said, "Will....", she turned and looked back at me. "I was wondering if Ron looks like my brother". She made sort of a guttural laugh! "Do you want to help me find out?!" I really didn't have clue as to what she met. At first, I don't think that Allen understood her either, but then I could see her arm and hand pointing at my shorts! I suddenly realized they intended to pants me right here next to the World War I Memorial! "No way", I yelled. "You better not!" "Take a hold of his shorts", Sarah said. "No!" I yelled. But they ignored me. Allen moved to my legs and I could feel his hands on either side of the legs of my shorts. At the same time, I could feel Sarah's fingers grasping the sides of my shorts at the waist. I could feel Allen trying to pull my shorts downward, but Sarah was trying to pull them up! "Not so fast Allen", she called. "This is torture you know. We gotta do it slowly!" I started to kick my legs. Since Sarah already had taken off my shirt, shoes and socks, this would leave me stark naked right in the middle of town - though it was very doubtful that anyone would see me behind the big marble monoliths. Nevertheless, I certainly didn't want to be stripped anywhere and especially by a girl! Allen, I didn't mind, `cause I could get him later! "Don't you guys! Don't!" I tried to press my butt to the grass so my shorts might not slip down. Still ignoring me, Sarah said to Allen, "Pull his short down about an inch!" I could feel my short sliding down my hips a little. I screamed, "Nooooo!" "Yes!" Allen responded. Sarah began tickling me and I started laughing again. Actually it was kind of funny, but I still didn't want to lose my pants. My pecker was poking up against my shorts and if they got them off they would see it! "A little more", Sarah directed. I could feel my short being pulled downward another inch or so. "Hey look, he's gotta boner!" Allen called out. I was mortified that this was mentioned out loud. "I know", Sarah said. "That's why I want to see Ron's thingy. It might look like my brother's. Once I opened the bathroom door by mistake and saw him standing there naked". This was somethin', I thought! Sarah was going to compare my pecker to her brother's pecker. "Pull his shorts down further." As Allen pulled my shorts down more, Sarah continued to poke and tickle me. I continued to laugh and scream. Then, I could feel a hand gripped around my pecker through my shorts for just a second. I didn't know if it was Sarah or Allen. Though, I didn't think Allen would touch another fellow's pecker. Actually, it felt quite good whoever did it. But, I couldn't tell them that! With all this attention the two of them were giving me, I was now beginning to enjoy the experience. "Who did that!" I yelled. But, all I could hear was laughter. "Pull his shorts down more!" I could feel my shorts being pulled lower on my hips. I suppose if I could actually see, the top of my shorts would be just above my pubic area. I was getting more and more excited. I squirmed around as Sarah continued to poke me with her finger. She poked me in the ribs and then lower to my pubic area, on either side of my bulging pecker. I didn't say anything now, because I was beginning to face the inevitable. I was going to be stripped. I must admit it was quite exiting, though kind of scary, to be stripped by this good looking girl and a ten year old boy. But, I had to communicate that I didn't like this one bit. The fact that another boy was stripping me at first didn't faze me one bit, but now that the "game" continued, this also seemed to be exciting! "Pull them down more!" I could feel my shorts being pulled down by Allen. I knew the top of my shorts were just above my erect pecker! "Noooooo! Noooooo!" I softly murmured. "Pleeeease......." But, actually, my `please' was beginning to mean `Do it! Do it!' Sarah poked me just on either side of my boner. When she did this, the fabric on the shorts pulled across the top of my circumcised pecker. It felt so good! Now without orders from Sarah, Allen pulled my shorts off my butt. They still covered my pecker, though. My boner was probably keeping them from coming off in the front. I could feel the grass on my backside. "Hmmmmm.... your shorts seem to be stuck on something I wonder what it could be!", Sarah sort of sing-songed the words. Sarah turned her head around and smiled back at me. I smiled back, but I should have maybe frowned. Let me do the honors, Allen!" I could feel her pull on my shorts. I tried to press my butt into the grass. Suddenly, I could feel my shorts pop over the erection and it sprang up and hit my pubic area. The warm summer air engulfed my freed boner. "Yeoooow", I screamed! Sarah laughed and said, "My what a beautiful site! You DO look like my brother, but I never saw him with a, you know, a boner!" "What are we gonna do now, Sarah?" Allen asked. "First, pull his shorts clear off" I could feel Allen pulling my shorts of my legs. "Sarah", I called to her, "You guys have stripped me naked, let me go now, please!" I felt embarrassed, but also very excited to be naked in front of Sarah and Allen. "We aren't through yet, Ron! The best is yet to come! Allen, go and see if anyone is coming down the street." Allen ran to the other side of the monuments and quickly ran back. "No one is there. No one!" There was silence for a few minutes. Sarah turned around to look at me and then turned back. "Hmmmmm... I wonder what we can do......." Sarah said slowly and softly. More silence. Then, I could feel someone sort of softly batting my pecker back and forth. I started to complain, but then someone gripped my boner with a warm hand and began moving it up and down. God, it felt good! "Yeaaaaa! What are you doin'? It feels soooooo - good!" I gulped for air. No one said anything. I could see Allen watching Sarah pump my pecker up and down. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were wide open. He looked at me and then down to the action in Sarah's hand. "I wonder if he can cum yet!" Sarah asked no one in particular. "What's that mean?" Allen asked innocently. I am glad he asked because I didn't know what it meant either. "Cum is what shoots out of a thingy!" Sarah laughingly said. "But I don't think Ron is old enough yet!" She continued to massage my pecker up and down and up and down. Her whole hand could fit around the length of my pecker. I was in ecstasy. Now, I didn't want to complain or say anything. It felt so, so good! I looked around. Allen was standing and watching Sarah. I could see his shorts. Suddenly, I realized he also had a boner! "Hey Sarah", I called. "Look at Allen! He has a boner, too!" Sarah looked up at Allen's shorts. "Yea, he does Ron". Allen quickly sat down to hide the bulge, I thought. There was silence for a few seconds or so. Sarah continue to move her hand up and down my pecker. "Hey Allen.... you want to do this for a bit?" Allen shook his head no and continued watching Sarah's hand. Then, he knelt down and took the place of Sarah. I couldn't believe it! A boy was jerkin' me! But, you know, back when I was ten years old it could have been anyone playin' with my pecker right then and it would have been all right with me! Girl - boy, it made no difference to me. What they were doing to my pecker was all that counted. Even though I couldn't see what they were doing, I could feel it for sure. I guess Allen was moving his hand clinched around my pecker up and down. Then, I felt another hand beginning to play with my balls. NOW IT REALLY FELT GOOD. Sarah was playing with my little balls and occasionally she would reach down a little between my legs almost to my hole and draw a finger back up the the base of my balls. Sarah looked back at me and said, "Haven' fun?!" I didn't say anything. I didn't want them to know that `yes, indeed, I was having a lot of fun'! But, I did nod my head a little. "Stop for a moment, Allen", Sarah said. "Allen, run to the street and see if anyone is comin' again. I want you to do somethin'". I saw Allen scurry to the street and looked both ways. Then, he ran back calling, "No one's comin' in either direction". "Good!" She paused. "Would you like to get tickled, too? Allen." "What do ya mean?" "I mean, would you like me to tickle you like I'm ticklin' Ron?" "No, I don't think so", Allen replied. But it took Allen a few minutes to make a decision. "OK, what do you want me to do?" "You first have to be naked like Ron", Sarah said matter of factually. "No way!" Allen almost yelled back. "OK. I just thought it would be fun for you, too", Sarah said. All this time, Sarah was gently patting my pecker back and forth or rubbing it up and down. I only partially heard what they were talking about it felt so good! There was a few minutes of silence while Sarah continued massaging and playing with my pecker. Then, I heard Allen say, "OK, I want to be tickled, too." He ran to the street and looked one way and the other and ran back and pulled off his t-shirt. Then, he grabbed each shoe and sock and tore them off. He started to drop his shorts (I knew he wasn't wearing underwear like all the boys.) He hesitated. Sarah was looking at him smiling. Instead, Allen dropped to the ground next to me with his shorts still on and said, "OK, you can tickle me like Ron!" Sarah got off of my middle and kneeled between Allen's legs. For a second, I wasn't sure what to do. Here I was laying stark naked on the ground with a boner and seemed to be forgotten. But Sarah said, "Ron, you want to help me?" "Sure, what do you want me to do?" "You can hold his arms in case he wants to get away". But Allen said, "He doesn't have to. I won't try and get away. I promise". "OK. Ron, you can help me tickle Allen". With that, Sarah began to tickle the ten year old. She began tickling him in the ribs and under his arms. Allen began laughing and twisting around, but true to his words mostly stayed in one place. I started tickling his feet and grabbed him in the thighs like Sarah had done to me. Allen screamed with laughter. "Are you sure you like to be tickled", I asked Allen. Through his laughter and giggling hysteria, "Sure do!" Then, Sarah started poking Allen with her pointer finger like she had done to me. First, she poked him in the stomach and then under his arms. She also poked him around his neck and Allen laughed and twisted around a lot trying to get away from her pointy finger. Then, Sarah began to pop, pop her finger down Allen ten year old chest to his shorts. Here, she began poking her finger on one side of Allen's private area. His pecker made a bulge in his shorts. "Ron, pull his shorts down a little, will ya?" Sarah requested. At first, I thought he was going to protest, but I guess this was part of Allen's plan. This is why he ran to see if anyone was passing by and why he didn't take his shorts off earlier. I reached a took a hold of either side of Allen's shorts and pulled them down about an inch or so. Allen even lifted up his butt to help me. Sarah continued to poke Allen - now on either side of his pecker like she had done to me. "Pull his shorts down some more, Ron". I yanked his shorts down about two inches. Now you could see his whitish public area. Sarah began to poke Allen in this area and then up and down his chest. "Ron, run and see if anyone is comin' would ya?" Naked, I ran to the edge of the monument and looked up and down the street. No one was there. Like I said, this was a pretty quiet town. I ran back. "No one's there", I said, now a little out of breath. "Good! Pull his short down more". I pulled his shorts down to just above his erect pecker and over his round butt. Again, Allen lifted up to make it easier. Suddenly, Sarah took a hold of Allen's pecker through his shorts and rubbed in up and down a little. Allen gasped a little, but didn't protest. I think this was all part of what Allen wanted to happen. I watched Sarah squeezed with her finger gripped around his pecker through his shorts and it made me a little bit excited. I looked down at my pecker and sure enough it was getting big again. I was also beginning to wonder what his pecker looked like. Sarah went back to poking Allen on either side of his boner and I could see the fabric move a little back and forth across the tip of his pecker. Just watching this made me rock hard. I just knelt next to Allen laying on the ground not really doing very much now. I just watched the squirming boy with his shorts down to just above his erect pecker and nearly exposing his pride and joy. "OK, pull his shorts off, if ya want to, Ron." I took a hold of Allen's shorts just above his pecker and pulled the shorts over his erection and down to his knees. Gosh, he looked almost like me! Of course, there was no pubic hair. He was circumcised too, and his boner was only about three inches long just like me! It flopped up aimed right at his chest. A little white sack, with two little round balls within, hung tightly and directly below his boner. Allen had made a little gasped when I released his shorts restricting his pecker. But it wasn't in protest. He just laid there with a smile on his face looking up at the evergreens. Sarah began massaging his pecker like she had done to me. I pulled his shorts off. Then, I ran back to the edge of the monuments to check on people again. Still no one coming. As I slid into a kneeling position next to Sarah and Allen, Sarah asked me if I wanted to take over for a few minutes. I hesitated a little. I had never played with another boy's pecker and balls before. But then I thought, `what the heck'. He looks just like me. I know how I feel. I know what he will feel! I gripped Allen's little erect pecker with my hand and started moving my hand up and down a little. (His pecker wasn't very long - like mine - to move my hand much!) It felt kind of funny, but kind of cool, too. Allen smiled at me, "It really feels good, Ron". I kept it up. He was so smooth and smooth just like me. I looked up to my side and Sarah was watching. An exciting thought popped into my head. "Hey Sarah - can we tickle you?!" Allen looked up and repeated what I said, "Yea, can we tickle you?" "No you can't", she said defiantly. She was standing only a few feet away as I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes. Suddenly, I made a jump and caught her around the legs as she started to run. Allen, too, jumped up. Sarah fell on her back and we began tickling her under her arms and her ribs. She was laughing, screaming and squirming around. It was hard to hold her because she was bigger and older, but we did manage to keep her pretty much pinned down. Then, I jumped up and sat on her stomach. This kept her from getting away. I also sensed that maybe she really could have gotten away, but was actually playing with us a bit. "Allen", I said "Make sure no one is comin'" Allen ran naked to the edge of the monument, peeked around and ran back. "Still no one's comin'" Both of us continued to tickle Sarah more and more. I grabbed the flesh in her thighs and squeezed like she and Allen had done to me. She squealed with laughter and giggled. "You guys! Wait tell I get free!" But, she didn't try very hard to get away. I jumped off and sat on the ground next to her thighs. Sarah could have gotten away now for sure, but she didn't move. Allen continued to tickle her ribs and under her arms. Then, he started poking her like she did to us and I jumped up on my knees and joined in. We didn't poke her hard, but poked her under her arms, in her ribs, on her chest where we could see a couple of little lumps and then Allen started poking her further and further down her body like she did to us. She just laid there on the ground letting us tickle and poke her. I noticed dress was up almost around her butt and I could even see her blue panties. Allen stopped poking at about her lower stomach and looked at me smiling and a questioned look on his face. I pointed to her panties. He smiled more and looked at Sarah. She was smiling at us! I noticed that she also was looking at our peckers - both stiff as little boards. I took the plunge. I continued poking her downward. I began poking on either side of her (I didn't even know what to call it!) ... thing like she had done to us. I looked up at her and she had her head up, looking downward and was still smiling. Very gently, I poke her right in the middle of her private area and looked up at her. She was still smiling. Then, I left my finger on this area for about ten or fifteen seconds and kinda moving my finger around a little. Again, I looked up at her and she was still smiling. Allen began touching her there, also. She continued to smile. "Allen, go and see if anyone is comin'". Again, Allen ran and peeked up and down the street. Still, no one was coming. Slowly, I began to ease Sarah dress up her hips. She raised her butt off the ground so I could move the material. Now Sarah was laying on the grass with her dress around her hips. Her light blue panties covered the area I so much now desired to see. Two naked ten year old boys kneeling before this lovely creature. I looked up at Sarah again and she just smiled. In fact, I don't think she stopped smiling. I looked at Allen and he was looking at her panties. I looked at her light blue panties and wondered what lay just under the thin material. I glanced at Allen's pecker and down at mine. I thought he sure looked good, too. He was about the same size as me and he didn't have any hair from his neck down - just like me. Slowly, I moved my hands to either side of her hips and touched the top of her blue panties. I hooked my fingers under the panties and pressed my thumb against the material. Ever so slowly, I began moving her panties down her hips. I looked up at Allen and he was just staring at the moving panties. I continued to move them down slowly. Her pubic area began to be exposed. I glanced up at Sarah who was, yes, still smiling. She lifted her butt up and I brought the panties under and moved them further down her beautiful slightly pinkish body. I again glanced at Allen and he made a sudden swallow as if something was caught in his throat. Slowly the panties began to reveal the prize! I saw this sort of V shape with a slit up the middle. Sarah was 12 years old and I noticed she had a little fuzz of pubic hair. Allen took a hold of her panties on the other side and we slowly brought them down and off her legs. "Allen..." "Yea, I'll see if anyone is comin'" He jumped up and was back in a flash. Still, no one was coming. Sarah sat up and Allen went behind her and helped Sarah lift her dress over her head. She didn't have anything else on. I learned later that when girls begin to develop boobs they have to wear a bra. Sarah had little baby boobs, but didn't need a bra yet. It wasn't until much later that girls of this age just HAD to have a "bra" - some sort of training bra. (What are they training, anyway?!) Here we were: Two naked ten year old boys sitting on the grass near the middle of a small town looking at a stark naked 12 year old girl laying next to them. What do we do next? I didn't have a clue. All of me was working just right. There seemed to be something going through my body that made me kind of giddy. My pecker was at full mast. I was all ready to go and didn't know how to get there. I looked at Allen. He looked at me. I think we were both thinking the other would do something. We both looked at Sarah. She smiled, of course. Then, she took my hand and put it on her chest. My heart began beating even faster. I looked at her beautiful blue eyes. She began to gently push my hand down to her stomach and then lower to her `whatever the thing is called'! When my hand covered it, I began to sort of explore around. I felt how smooth it was and how soft the downy hair around the slit felt. Sarah stretched her body out with her hands above her head in, with perhaps, a feeling of ecstasy. Then, she reached for Allen's hand and placed it on her chest the same way she did with my hand. She moved her hand over Allen's hand and moved his hand around the small little boob and then let go. Allen kept moving his hand around her chest touching both small lumps of beautiful flesh. Again, Sarah stretched her arms high above her head also stretch out her body reacting to the stimulation. "You are so smooth, Sarah", Allen said and she smiled showing bright white teeth. "I think you are beautiful", I told Sarah. "And, you are so soft and fuzzy down here". We were sitting close to Sarah's hands and she gently took a hold of both of our peckers and began to sort of kneed them around a little. I began to feel really excited like something was going to explode in me. I even got a little scared like something was wrong. But, how could it be wrong when it felt so good. At this point, Sarah held both of her hands toward me motioning me to come forward toward her. Gently, she showed me how to lie on top of her facing down. She was so soft it was almost like lying on a soft bed. I kind of wiggled around getting comfortable. She reacted to my body by moving around just a bit in order to find the right spot. She reached down and took my erect little pecker and gently tried to insert it into that slit that I had been looking at before. Actually, I don't think my pecker ever got more than a half inch into her slit, but it felt fine, anyway. I was in ecstasy. I thought I would explode. I felt like I would explode. I looked around and saw Allen watching. "Allen, maybe you should..." He got up and ran to the edge of the monument and ran back. Again, no one was coming... thank god! Involuntarily, I began to move my body up and down about a couple of inches or so and suddenly I had this big urge to jump inside of her. The feeling was dramatic. And then, as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. I laid on top of her for about a minute. Then, I rolled off. Sarah held her arms for Allen and he took my place. I watched Allen get all comfortable like me. Sarah reached down and like with me, tried to put his little pecker into her slit. I could see her hand guiding his pecker and trying to insert it into place. I could see the circumcised head just beginning to enter. There was a great bit of satisfaction on Allen's face. Suddenly, there was the most terrifying loud scream-like-sound one could ever imagine. Allen jumped off Sarah with a bound and grabbed his pants trying to stuff his legs inside. I was doing the same thing, but I looked over at Sarah. She was rolling over and over laughing like a crazy moron. Then, it dawned on me why she was laughing and what the terrifying sound was. It was the town siren. It always went off at noon every day of the week automatically. It was especially loud because we were almost under it. The siren was affixed to the town city hall building. Allen didn't seem to realize what it was and already had all of his clothes back on. Sarah was slowly putting on her panties and dress. I was just putting my pants on and picked up my shirt. Shortly, we calmed down and started laughing a little at the situation. Sarah called to us. "Come over here". We walked over next to Sarah and sat down. She leaned forward and put her hand around each sides of our heads gently pulling us toward her. She whispered into our ears at the same time: "You just fucked me!" "What?", Allen asked. "You fucked me", Sarah said gently. "It was great! You guys are really great and I like you very much". I could feel my face turn red. The past half hour or so now seemed kind of embarrassing. But, my ten year old masculinity made one last gasp as I seemed to be leaping toward maturity. "Uh, you're welcome". "Yea, uh, you're welcome", Allen stuttered. Time passed. The three of us went on through school together. We never talked about that afternoon expect one time when we were on an all school picnic when I was a sophomore in high school. Sarah was a senior and ready to graduate. Allen and I were throwing rocks into the lake. Sarah came up behind us. "Hi boys, how's it going?" "Just fine", I said as I threw another rock. The three of us just stood there watching a boat on the lake in the distance. "Do you boys remember that morning by the war monuments?" Sarah asked sort of quietly. "Yes", I replied looking into her beautiful blue eighteen year old eyes. "I remember, too", Allen said. "Are you still ticklish?" Sarah asked us both.