From: MightyJoe_Young@webtv.net (Zach Taylor)
Subject: A Teen's Real Life Discoveries, Ch 1, true, t/t, mast.
Date: 27 Oct 1998 23:01:37 -0600

WARNING:  The following story is about a young male teen who learns
about himself via an older friend.  If you are 18 or younger, hit the
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     My fifteen year old friend stood looking at me.  I looked back,
anxious and curious about what was about to transpire.
      "Well, let's take off our underwear at the same time."
       We both hesitantly pulled down our underwear, each eyeing the
other's package of goods.  Then we both sat on the bed beside each
other.  I stared at his organic piece, which appeared about four inches,
but easily longer than mine.  Looking down at mine, I couldn't help but
titter.  Mine was barely a knob of anything-- like a tiny frog sitting
in a black bush.  Doug told me to lay back which I did.  I was wondering
what was about to happen.  Although I was unsure, I sensed something
powerful and enrapturing was about to take place.  Doug placed his large
hand around my penis and began to motion up and down, up and down.  I
didn't know what was about to happen-- I knew absolutely nothing about
sex.  Even the story of the "birds and the bees" was a mystery to me (I
suppose cause my parents assumed I knew).
       We had met months before at the school bus stop down the road.
Although near the same age, him fourteen, me a year younger, we were
quite different from each other.  His interests included motorcycles,
chopping wood, heavy metal, jeans, and leather.  And on his bedroom wall
hung the trophy of the boy's prized hunter bow (he had killed deer with
that thing!).  Me?  I was into boy scouts, comic books, and church.  And
I knew hardly nothing, but meeting Doug changed all that.
     Despite the differences, we hung out often.  Perhaps it was because
we lived in the middle of nowhere, in western Pennsylvania, and boredom
was rampant.  Or maybe, just maybe, Doug had ulterior motives, who
knows.
     Doug and I had been home alone that day.  We had been play-acting
and then I remember looking at Doug in the kitchen and joshing how I
thought my dick was bigger than his.  Simple as that.  He smirked back
how that was impossible.  Suddenly my words had become a challenge.
     He walked around and looked down on me with his brown eyes, his six
foot, 170-lb frame seeming suddenly a mountain.  Looking back on it, I
wonder what I was thinking.  I was only 120 lbs. and barely five foot
eight.  But then again, I had always been competitive, and besides, it
was interesting.  Whose would be bigger?  
     "Let's find out," he said.
      There we were on the bed, me laying back, and him beside me.  I
didnt know what was coming.  I didn't know my dick could be used for
anything besides whizzing.  And here my dick was growing, which really
surprised me. 
        After mine had stopped growing, and with his also to full
length, we measured.  Mine was four and a half, and his was seven and a
half.
       We resumed the fun.  He began to show  me what had long been
denied me.  The feeings came, a strange electricity inside me, the
undercurrents of a wanting-to-burst, ecstatic rush beginning to rumble
slowly at first, but at regular intervals.  But then the intervals grew
closer and closer until it was all melted together into one ongoing,
unstopping train of rapture.
      Doug warned me to move my shirt upward.  I was like, "Why?"  And
then his words trailed off, replaced with a knowing smile as he
continued to prime my pump.  
       The intensity began to grow, and so did my body's contortions and
verbal mutterings.
        "What is this happening to me?" I asked rhetorically.  "Oh my--"
        And then the white flow spewed out, lifting me to a mountain top
unknown, advancing me into knowledge heretofore unexperienced,
propelling me through a strange doorway into a world yet unseen, an
unfamiliar place that had just opened for me.
        Then it was Doug's turn.  He told me to grasp his length, which
was about four inches soft, and do the same as he had done for me.  I
gripped his member and began to move it up and down.  Before long it
grew thick and stretched high out of my palm.  I could hardly believe my
eyes.  His was enormous like a thick snake! 
      I completed the jerk-off, his cum spilling all over his stomach
and chest.
      That was one of many a times we would get together.  His snake and
my frog being caressed and nurtured continuously by each other!