Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 12:33:55 -0700
From: Ronny Wernick <rwernick@jackinchat.com>
Subject: FUN WITH WILL AND BOBBY

I grew up in an era when nearly all boys in the U.S. were circumcised,
whether needed or not.  It was a cultural thing perpetuated by doctors.  I
occasionally got quick peeks of uncircumcised men in the locker room at the
pool, and most of them were European.  I developed a strong curiosity about
them, and felt a little envious that they had everything they were born
with.  I only knew one boy my age who wasn't circumcised, a thin,
attractive boy named Will.

I don't know how old I was when Will and I began to play together, but I
can remember at about age 7 we began innocent sex play with each other, and
that we both were curious about each other's equipment.

Our play consisted mostly of pulling our pants down in my basement or his,
and showing off our little boners.  A couple of times Will pulled his
foreskin back, and that really peaked my interest.

I wasn't until we were about 10 that we started to do more.  It started one
night when he spent the night at my house (our nights together were usually
at my house, since he shared a room with his younger brother, and there
wasn't much room or privacy.  This particular night was warm, so we were
laying in my bed with just our underwear on.  As we had done many times
before, Will peeled his underwear off, and I did the same.  We played with
ourselves a bit, and both got erections.  Then Will started pulling his
foreskin back and forth.  He kept doing it for a while, as though he had a
purpose in mind, and I could see that the head of his penis, which looked
wet and more red than mine, was getting redder.

After doing it for a few minutes, Will stopped and asked, "You ever do
this?"

"How could I," I answered, "I don't have the loose skin you do."

"No, I mean rub it for a long time, until it feels real good."

"No, I'm not sure what you mean."

"Look, if you rub it for a while, it starts getting more sensitive, and
after a while it jerks, and feels real good.  Wanna see?"

"Yeah," I said, wondering what he meant.

Will lay back and relaxed, and returned to pulling his skin back and forth,
rubbing his penis.  I watched, and rubbed mine as much like he did as I
could.  After a while, I could see him tense, and suddenly he stopped,
holding his hand firmly on his penis, and I could see it jerk several
times.  From the look on Will's face, I could tell he was enjoying it.

Will lay there very still for a couple of minutes, then opened his eyes and
looked at me.  "That felt really good.  You should try it."

So I lay back like he had done, and clumsily rubbed my penis like he had.
After a short time, it did start to feel good, and as I kept it up, I felt
an odd tension building up in my crotch.  Suddenly it happened: My penis
jerked in my hand, and the sensation was tremendous!  It felt like my whole
body was super-sensitive, and the throbbing felt great.

"Wow, that felt good.  How long have you been doing that?"

"A little while, but it's hard to find the privacy to do it, with Bobby
sleeping in my room.  I usually wait until real late, when he's asleep, and
do it as quietly as I can."

Well, that little trick became one of our staple activities when we were
together alone.  When we joined Scouts and started going camping, we always
shared my tent, and of course did it every night and most mornings.  It was
great.

By the time we were 12 or so, both of us started ejaculating, which was a
new wrinkle.  We both started keeping washcloths under our mattresses for
cleaning up, and when we went camping, we took them with us.

But when summer camp came, we shared a much larger tent with six other
kids, some older, some younger.  I couldn't figure out a way to jack off
with such a lack of privacy.  On the fourth day, Will and I were walking
alone back from the swimming beach, and I said to him, "Boy, I keep wanting
to jack off, but can't with everyone.  I think I'm going to burst, or even
worse, have a wet dream."

"That's not a problem for me," Will replied.  "I figured out a way to do it
that doesn't make any noise at all.  With Bobby in my room, I had to figure
out how to do it without waking him up, so what I do is lay on my side and
very slowly rub my foreskin back and forth.  When I'm about ready to shoot,
I give it a few quick jerks, and off I go.  I have my washcloth right
there, and shoot into it so I don't have to clean up the mess."

"Wow, that really works?"

"Yeah.  Watch me tonight.  I'll do it when everyone is still awake, and I
bet you won't be able to see or hear a thing."

I was excited all day at the thought of him jacking off right there not
more than three feet from me, and me not knowing it.  Sure enough, when it
was time for bed, I watched as Will turned onto his side facing me, closed
his eyes, and seemed to be laying there asleep, not moving.  As I looked
closely, I could barely see the faintest movement from his arm, but if I
hadn't known what he was doing, I never would have suspected.  He kept it
up for a while, then opened his eyes and glanced over to see if I was
watching.  When he saw I was, he smiled, and closed his eyes again.

After about another minute, I saw three or four quick jerking motions from
his arm under his sleeping bag, then nothing.  I recognized the look on his
face as the same look he always got when he reached climax.  He lay there
for two or three minutes, then opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly at me
again.

I was completely turned on by then, and couldn't hold back.  I was already
on my side, so started rubbing my penis slowly like he described.  It was
hard to keep from going fast, since that was what I was used to, but I kept
at it.  After a few minutes, I could tell it was working, and I strained to
keep up the slow rhythm as I got close to climax.  Suddenly I was there,
and gave a couple of quick jerks, and my first shot came coursing out,
followed by several more strong ones.  It seemed like this was the best
climax I'd ever have; I could feel the semen all the way as it came out.  I
breathed hard as I relaxed, and looked up to see Will grinning broadly, as
if to say, I told you so!

That began nightly jack off sessions for the rest of Summer camp, with Will
and I doing it at the same time, watching each other.  I began to get good
at it; at least as good as Will.  Just the thought of the two of us jacking
off right there in a tent with six other guys not knowing what we were
doing was a tremendous turn-on.

The week after Summer camp, I spent the entire weekend at Will's since my
parents were out of town.  We shared his double bed, and with Bobby in the
room, we reverted to our tactics from Summer camp, jacking off together
side by side.  What was different and really neat is that we did it on our
backs, pressed up against each other.  The warm skin on skin contact made
it even better.  We did that both Friday and Saturday nights.

Finally on Sunday afternoon, when no one was home, we were up in Will's
room, and he suggested we do it again before I had to go home.  I was
willing and eager, so we both stripped down and lay next to each other.  As
we did it, Will suddenly stopped and asked, "Want to do it to each other?"

I didn't have to think long about that one.  I had daydreamed about that
for a long time, but had been afraid to raise the subject.

"Sure."

Will rolled over and grabbed my penis, and began slowly jacking me off.  It
felt really great.

Suddenly the door opened, and Bobby walked in, saw us, and stopped with his
mouth open.  We just lay there embarrassed, not knowing what to do.  "Wow,
I thought you guys only did that at night!"

Will was the first to react.  "You know about that?"

"Sure; you do it every night, and I saw you both doing it the last two
nights."

Despite our embarrassment, both Will and I couldn't help laughing.  All
that charade for nothing!

"Do you do it?" asked Will.

"Yeah, but mostly in the afternoon or when you're gone.  I've been doing it
ever since I first saw you."

"Want to join us?"  Will asked.

"Sure," and Bobby began to strip down.  I noticed right away that he wasn't
circumcised, either, and his little penis looked really cute.  Bobby lay
down on the bed beside us, and Will resumed jacking me off.  I relaxed,
enjoying the feel of his hand on my penis, and noticed that Bobby was
watching us carefully, while playing with his own.

It didn't take long for me to come.  I felt it coming, and felt a little
embarrassed to be acting so eager, but couldn't help thrusting myself into
Will's hand.  Then it hit; a strong throb and a jet of semen launched out
onto my chest, followed by several more.  I was breathing hard, and Will
just held on tight, not moving as my penis throbbed in my hand.

Bobby suddenly said, "Wow, that white stuff must be what I've heard about;
that's neat!  Does it feel good?"

"I managed to gasp a "Yeah, it feels great."

Then Will turned to Bobby, and began jacking him off.  I watched as he did
him, and it didn't take long before Bobby shuddered, and I could see his
penis jerk in Will's hand in a dry orgasm.  Bobby smiled like he loved it.

Next came what I'd been fantasizing about for a long time: The chance to
feel Will's penis.  He lay back with his hands behind his head, and I began
pulling his foreskin back and forth.  It felt neat.  It slid more easily
than I thought it would; smooth and soft.  I played with his foreskin for a
while, trying to do like I'd seen him do to himself.  As I continued, I
gripped harder, and Will started to stiffen.  Bobby moved close, watching
carefully.  Suddenly Will's penis seemed to come alive; it jumped in my
hand, and semen spurted all over Will's chest and stomach.  Bobby grinned
at me, and Will just sighed in pleasure.

We cleaned up, and agreed that was a lot of fun.  From that day on, Bobby
became a part of our sex play whenever I went over to Will's house.


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