Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 06:52:43 -0700
From: Ronny Wernick <rwernick@jackinchat.com>
Subject: Backrubs

This story is true; my cousin and I did this frequently for several years.
We both enjoyed it very much.  Comments?


When I was a kid, I had a cousin about the same age who grew up not far
from my home.  We were together a lot, and shared many experiences,
including discovering our bodies and the pleasure they could give.

We both started masturbating early, probably about 10 years old, and we did
it together frequently.  Our favorite activity was what we called giving
each other backrubs.  It started out as backrubs when we were little, but
graduated as we got older to a more comprehensive session of all-over
touching.  I don't know when we started doing it, but by the time we were
13 we had honed it to a fine art, you might say.  If we had the time alone,
this was our favorite activity.

The typical session would start with me asking Jimmy if he wanted a
backrub.  He'd say yes, and lay on his stomach.  This almost always
happened when we were in bed together, and since we slept in our underwear,
we would always be almost naked to begin with.

As soon as Jimmy was ready to start, he would close his eyes.  I could
watch his facial expression to see how he was reacting to what I was doing,
since he was full of expression and I could read him like a book.

I'd sit crosslegged on the bed beside Jimmy, and start by rubbing his neck,
then shoulders, and down his back.  By the time I got to his butt, I'd lean
over and pull his underwear down his legs, then he'd kick them off.  At
this point I'd move over and sit between his legs, pulling them apart far
enough to make a place to sit.  Then I'd go to work on his butt cheeks,
spending a good amount of time rubbing and kneading them.  They were so
soft to the touch, but firm.  I'd pull them apart and run a finger up and
down the crack, pausing to massage around his hole a little.  I could see
and feel his hole tighten and contract.  Then I'd run my finger down
between his butt and balls, and massage the sensitive area there.

After playing with his butt for a while, I'd continue down his legs.  He
had long, thin legs, and I loved his thighs.  I'd run my hand up and down
them, feeling the texture of his leg muscles.  After doing his legs, I'd go
back to his butt, and massage it for a while.

Then I'd move back to my original position and tell him to turn over.  At
this point he would be very relaxed, and his penis would be fully soft.
Unlike me, who is circumcised, he wasn't.  His penis wasn't large, but it
was somewhat long in proportion to its girth.  His foreskin protruded
nearly 3/4 of an inch past the tip of the head, and ended in a neat little
pucker.  I could see the shape of his penis head through his foreskin.  I
never tired of looking at it.

I'd resume the "backrub" up at his throat.  Rather than rubbing, at this
point I would be lightly stroking, feeling the soft, warm skin and the
texture of the tendons and bones of his neck and shoulders.  I particularly
liked the shape of his collarbones, and the hollows they made in his
shoulders and at the notch of his neck.  The skin seemed particularly soft
and sensitive there.

I'd continue my gentle rubbing and stroking down his chest, feeling the
muscles and bones of his chest, and gently stroke his nipples.  As I
approached his stomach, I would only touch him lightly, as he was very
ticklish.  But by the time I'd reach his crotch, I could touch more firmly.
I'd stroke down the ridge below his belly that separated his hips from his
belly, making a vee that led to his crotch.  I'd only very lightly touch
his penis, which would now be getting hard.  I'd run my fingers up and down
his shaft, as it grew and stiffened.  As it did, the foreskin would pull
back so that it was just barely covering the head.  I could just barely see
the tip of his penis as the pucker widened.  Then I would gently pull back
the skin, and the head would slide out, all purple and wet looking.  This
is the part I loved the most, since his penis was so much different than
mine.  I loved to watch the head emerge, then disappear again as I let go
of the skin.  I would play with his foreskin for a long time, gently
pulling it back and forth over the head, and watching it slide back on its
own when I let go.  The silky smooth way it would slide back and forth was
intoxicating; I loved to watch and feel it.  And Jimmy enjoyed it as well,
as I could tell from the relaxed look on his face.  I have to admit I was
very jealous of his foreskin.

Then I would play with his testicles, which hung down loosely into his
crotch.  I would gently roll them around, careful not to hurt him.

At this point I would pull his legs apart and sit between them again,
facing his crotch, which was now fully exposed to me.  During this move is
when I would take off my underwear if I hadn't already done so, and I would
have a good solid boner.  I'd rub his thighs again a little, then move back
to his crotch, feeling all around.  Then I would start to work on his
penis, masturbating him slowly and gently.  I'd use my thumb and two
fingers, gently stroking up and down so that his foreskin moved back and
forth over the head of his penis.  I could always tell what he liked the
most by the look on his face.

We were never in a rush.  Usually I'd been stroking and feeling him for
about a half hour at this point, and it would take me at least 20 minutes
to masturbate him to completion, since I went slowly, only speeding up when
he was in the final stages of pleasure.  I could tell when he was getting
close to orgasm because his face would get serious and tense looking, with
his eyes closed tightly. I would begin to stroke myself, trying to time
myself to orgasm at the same time as Jimmy.  I'd tighten my grip on his
penis and stroke a little faster, and when he started to tense and hold his
breath, I knew he was almost there.  I could always feel the first strong
pulse in his penis, the one that was dry, then a pause of about a second,
then the real orgasm hit with several rapid pulses.  It seemed that his
penis jumped in my hand as each rapid pulse spewed a small shot of semen.
The first two would go all the way up to his chest, then they would mostly
just dribble onto his stomach and my hand.  As he was coming, I'd hold his
penis still, but gripped hard to feel the uncontrolled pulsing.

By this time I would be having my orgasm, too, and spewing my semen all
over Jimmy's crotch.  Often our semen would intermingle in his crotch.

When I was done, I'd let go of Jimmy's penis and lay down beside him.  He'd
wring the last of his semen out of his penis, and we'd just rest like that
before cleaning up and going to sleep.  We'd usually not bother to put our
underwear back on, and just sleep naked beside each other.

We would alternate roles, so the next time, he would do me like that.
Often that would be in the morning just after waking up.

We had a variation that we'd do sometimes.  Occasionally I would bring some
Vaseline to the bed, and while massaging his butt, I would put some on my
finger and gently slip a finger inside him, very slowly.  I'd knead his
butt with one hand, while gently finger-fucking him with the other.  He
really liked that.  And when I finally got to the part where I was
masturbating him, I'd stick my finger back in and rub his prostate, which I
found by accident one time.  He would have very strong orgasms when I did
that, but the downside was that I couldn't do myself at the same time, so I
would finger him, and feel his sphincter contract around my finger when he
orgasmed, in time with the pulsing in his penis.  As soon as he calmed
down, I'd jack myself off, usually with my finger still inside him, and I'd
have a particularly strong orgasm.