Date: Sat, 24 Apr 2004 21:03:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: jim p <chooter1010@yahoo.com>
Subject: How It Went

I can mark my first sexual experience at a specific time, location, and
even the Lazy-boy recliner.  Up to that time, the best thing about having
the little things between my legs was the ability to quickly piss and get
back to the car to claim the best seat in the car.  Not that it really
helped, my sisters would gang up and banish me to the very back.

It had been almost a year since I saw my cousin Joey.  His family had moved
away after living right down the street from me since I was born.  We were
good friends, the age difference wasn't all that big a deal.  At least
until they came back to visit.  I was 8, he was 13.  In less than a year,
he grew!  Taller, bigger, deeper voice, stronger.  He felt like a grownup
to me.

After a full day of the families getting back together and playing hard,
Joey and I cleaned up and got ready for bed.  He was in the recliner, the
one that we used to both fit comfortably, now he took all but a few inches
on each side.  It didn't matter to me, I crawled right up on top of him and
snuggled in.  The adults talked, the girls disappeared to their rooms, and
we just watched TV and relaxed.  Joey's hands were roaming around a little.
His fingers ran along my legs and on my belly.  With each pass, his fingers
got a little deeper under the soft cotton pj's I was wearing.  I was
drifting off to sleep when he reached down and pulled the little blanket
from the floor and put it over us.

It didn't take him all that long to get bold again to start exploring under
my pj's.  I had my eyes closed and Joey kept checking my face to see if I
was asleep.  Joey's hand was all the way inside my pj bottoms but only
teased my little peter.  I could feel the heat from his hand and the
shifting clothing on the tip of my peter.  Then a fingertip touched it,
then two.  When his thumb slid in and he grabbed my peter, my eyes went
wide open.  I checked to make sure the parents hadn't noticed anything.
Joey breathing was producing a purring sound, I remembered to breathe.

For the next 15 minutes, or half hour, or hour, Joey played with the little
stuff I had between my legs.  I frightened him off one time when I shifted.
He thought I was waking up, I was really just spreading my legs wide so he
could reach my balls completely.  I hadn't played with them that much
myself.  I did have to shift a few more times.  I was sitting on something
hard and uncomfortable.  I didn't realize what it was until a couple of
days later.

I hadn't seen Joey naked since last year.  In my mind, his peter and balls
were still about the same, little things like mine.  Even though I had a
little boner right then, it didn't occur to me that what I was sitting on
was Joey's newly acquired full strength boner.

That night ended with Joey carrying me up to my bed.  I was ready to keep
going, especially in the privacy of my room.  My peter was buzzing as he
laid me on the bed but I was disappointed as he succumbed to the calls from
the girls in the next room.  I was all but asleep by the time he came back.

After that night, I would take any opportunity to sit on his lap, to lay
beside him, or just be near him.  And he was getting more adventurous with
his hands.  I did encourage him, taking his hand and placing it right at
the leg opening of my pj's.  The night that we did go to sleep at the same
time, he just about wore the skin off my balls with all the playing.

It was the third night he was there when I got to see just how much he had
changed.  I went to the shower as he was getting out.  I had just pulled my
pants down as he stepped out of the shower.  I was face to face with the
biggest piece of meat I had ever seen.  His dick was at least six inches
long and flopping around.  It looked as big around as my arm.  Several
little clumps of curly pubic hair had grown in above his dick and the folds
along the side.  His balls were dark.  I imagined that he spent some time
in the sun to tan them up and never really knew how he got them that dark.

His dick barely looked familiar from the little thing that I remembered the
last time.  I stood there and just stared.  Joey enjoyed my fascination.
He twisted his hips and his dick slapped the top of his legs.  He spread
his legs and let his dick swing back and forth.  He was getting hard quick.
His balls were still hanging but now his boner was rock hard and pointing
straight out from his body.  To me it looked at least a foot long.  It was
still so big around!  It had a layer of soft skin wrapped around it and it
made the head of his dick look even harder.

Joey asked me if I wanted to touch it.  I really wanted to but either I was
so overwhelmed or scared that I could only shake my head.  He did lift it
up so I could see underneath, heft his balls to demonstrate their weight,
and slap his dick against his belly to show how hard it was.  I kept
staring until Joey bumped my chin with his hand to close my mouth.  I did
get into the shower and inspected my little boner.  I knew boys were
supposed to be growing at some age but I didn't realize that it meant by
that much.

Joey jacked off as I was in the shower.  I didn't realize what he did then.
I got out of the shower with my boner and I saw his bobbing up and down,
getting softer with each heartbeat.  I liked it either way, swinging soft
or rock hard.

The rest of the visit, the next few days, Joey took advantage of every
opportunity to slip a hand in my pants and do some playing.  And I did make
sure he had opportunities.  I also rushed in any time I had an opportunity
to see him naked or get a glimpse of his massive dick.  I even walked in on
him while he was taking a dump, I just couldn't resist trying to see it.

Joey and I got to visit over the next several years.  Each visit was about
the same.  There were fewer games or hesitation when he went for the inside
of my pants.  I even kept a pair of shorts with loose legs just for when
Joey came to visit.

I didn't do much playing around with any other boys for a while.  But when
I was 11, the very first hints of pubes showed up and urges were building
up.  The conversation with one friend ended up about dick size.  I told my
stories about Joey, promised my friend that he could see Joey the next time
he came to visit.  I probably exaggerated about the behemoth in Joey's
shorts but that's how legends are born.  My friend and I began looking and
comparing each other's dicks but it would be years before we did any
touching.  Well, at least with both awake.

It worked out that friend and I would have an opportunity to view some
older swinging meat.  We were cutting through the junior high football
practice field, when one of the student equipment managers asked if we
could help him carry in the equipment.  We jumped on it, enjoying the honor
of carrying in sweaty footballs and dirty blocking dummies.  We really had
not thought about the possibility of any other reward.  When we tossed the
equipment in the closet and stepped out, I looked up and saw a half dozen
naked boys coming my way.  All I could really see were 6 big flopping dicks
with plenty of pubic hair approaching.

I know I was obvious about staring but I just couldn't help myself.  My
friend elbowed me to tell me to look, he hadn't noticed that I was already
staring.  I could feel my heart pounding.  I was ready to run outside and
talk to my friend about it, discuss how big that meat was and how many we
saw.  Then a second wave of naked bodies went by, a third and one of the
boys grabbed his dick and balls and waved them at us.  We did leave, and we
talked about that the rest of the day.  None were as massive as Joey's, at
least not in girth.  We were sure that some could bend their dicks all the
under their butts and even sit on them.

We became unofficial equipment guys for the team.  It wasn't everyday, but
it became routine for us to show up at the time they needed some help
hauling the equipment.  We could stay in the locker room for a little
while, usually a coach would run us out.  We got to know several of the
players and talk to them as they changed clothes.  I know we had a little
problem with eye contact but they didn't seem to mind.

We got to see almost every 9th grader naked.  It just developed into a
collection, my friend and I would not be satisfied until we saw each and
every one of them.  Most were impressive, some I felt sorry for, their
dicks were barely visible under their pubes.  I did start noticing chest
hair and stuff like that too.  We got so good at looking that we would
occasionally get to see a boner that was trying to be hidden.  It was
always the boy who had a towel in front of him and taking his time getting
into the shower.

We got to see the 8th graders too.  That had a lot more variety.  There
were some boys without a hair on their balls.  They were only a couple of
grades older than us.  My friend said it made him feel good that some boys
in the 8th grade still didn't have hair, it just made me nervous that I
might end up being one of those boys.  I loved watching them walk around
naked.  I liked the big dicks of the 9th graders but I wouldn't turn down
the 8th grade.

It was also our introduction to jocks.  I didn't know boys were wearing
such erotic underwear.  I thought I was naughty if I wore old underwear
with a few holes in the seat.  These boys had on pouches that held up their
balls and their completely naked butts hung out the back.  I was fascinated
by the idea.  The team would wear them like they were regular pieces of
clothes, keeping them on and wandering around the locker room like they
were fully clothed.  I did take a few opportunities to grab a jock for home
use.  I had to hold them up when I put them on but it was so very exciting
to try them on.  I did get one that fit, left outside the locker of the 7th
grade star.  He had the blondest pubes I have ever seen.  I would even
sleep in it, even as the smell ripened.

It was later that year that Joey moved back.  His parents divorced and his
mom hated the big city.  He had been back less than a week when he wanted
to show off his driving ability to me.  It was even the day after the first
time I ever did anything with a girl.  Another friend, Mark, and I were all
alone with a couple of girls from school.  What started out as a game of
Truth or Dare, turned into a modeling session.  I probably should have
taken off my socks to complete the show.  All four of us were naked.  I had
seen naked titties and even some pussy, its hard not to when you grow up
with four older sisters.  But this was the first time they weren't running
through the room or I wasn't getting something thrown at me.

I did some studying of the female anatomy and I got to demonstrate a boner.
But neither Mark or I had the ability to show them a limp dick.  We did a
little touching but nothing serious at all.  That show and tell would
repeat itself over the next several years, getting a little more serious
each time.

It was really the reunion with Joey that was much better.  He had been back
a few days and had turned 16 right before.  He got a set of wheels to
compensate for his parents separating.  I don't think he cared all that
much about the separation but was thrilled with his pickup.  He wanted to
show off and we went to get burgers and fries, all by ourselves.  We had
been seeing each other lately, as he mother kept coming back to find work
and a place to stay.  So our adventures with him playing with my dick were
recent.  And we got talking about it.  We rarely talked about it, we just
did it.

After we ate, he drove the pickup out in the country to show how fast it
would go on the open roads.  He pulled off the main road and drove down a
dirt road far away from any house or other road.  His hand was already
rubbing my crotch.  I was sad that I didn't wear the loose shorts so he
could actually play with my dick.  When he found the right spot and parked,
it didn't matter that I had on tight jeans.  Joey looked at me and smiled.
He gently and carefully undid my belt and unzipped my jeans.  He slid the
jeans and underwear down and exposed the hardest little boner I ever had.
It bounced straight up and it was throbbing with my heart.

Joey rubbed it, stroked it, played with my balls, and twisted my dick
between his fingers.  It was great feeling and although I had been worried
about doing that way out in the public, I relaxed and really got into it.
Joey tried to get comfortable and tried to rearrange his boner in his
jeans.  It just too much for him and he let go of my boner and undid his
pants and exposed himself.  It was such a great sight too.  His pubic hair
had thickened, it was a tight dark circle around his dick and wrapping
around the sides.  His balls were fuzzy with a lighter coating of pubes.
His dick still looked massive.  Dark red head and soft looking skin on the
stiff shaft.

With the windows up in the pickup, I could smell his balls.  It was almost
like that great aroma of a good steak cooking.  It burned my eyes a little.
I breathed in deeply.  The smell reminded me of my collection of jocks.

Joey had one hand on his dick and was stroking me with the other.  He asked
me if I wanted to touch his dick.  He had asked years ago, a few times, and
I always said no, so he quit asking.  This time, I was ready, if he hadn't
asked I would have reached over and grabbed it anyway.  He took my hand and
placed it on his dick.  I felt a bolt of electricity go through my hand but
it was nothing compared to the reaction Joey had.  He arched his back hard,
his legs pressed against the steering wheel.  He closed his eyes tight and
said about every combination of cuss words we knew.

Once my shock at his reaction subsided, I realized I had a boy's dick in my
hand!  The skin was like velvet.  It slid on his shaft so smooth and easy.
Under that skin was a shaft that felt like a metal rod.  I pumped my fist
open and closed on the shaft.  I tried to bend it from side to side and it
was hard to get it to bend at all.

Joey took my hand and started me stroking him.  The soft skin was perfect
to let it slide up and down.  Joey's hand was doing the same, at least as
much as he could on my little boner.  We did that for a few minutes.  Then
he grabbed my hand and held it against his boner, telling me to stop and
wait for a second.  He was breathing hard, but then so was I.  I did like
the feeling of him stroking my dick, but I had been focusing on my hand on
his dick.  Then my focus went back to my dick.  My hips were moving up and
down and my legs were spread as much as I could.

Then Joey said he was going to show me something.  He leaned over, and took
my boner into his mouth.  I about crawled out of the pickup through the
roof.  Not because I didn't like the feel of it, but because I couldn't
stay still.  The feeling was just too amazing for me to remain calm.  The
pickup was rocking, I was squirming and squealing, and Joey was loving all
of it.  He would suck in my balls and dick.  His tongue would lick my balls
and go behind them.  When he licked just the tip of my dick, I grabbed
handfuls of his hair and held on.  It was so intense that I had a nose
bleed.  Not the best way to conclude my first blow job but I don't know how
much more I could stand before passing out.

I was happy, and I laid down on the seat, holding my nose to get it to quit
bleeding.  Joey got out of the pickup.  I wasn't sure what he was doing but
I was trying to calm down.  I felt the pickup moving a little bit, like
rocking.  It got faster and faster until I heard Joey grunting.  Of course
he was jacking off, but I had yet to discover that.  I heard the term but I
had a whole different idea of what it was.  I think it is a little strange
that Joey would suck my dick but wouldn't jack off in front of me.

In less than 24 hours, I had messed around with naked girls for the first
time, gotten hard with my friend Mark and got to see his boner, touched
another boy's boner and stroked him, and got my first blow job.  It would
be a long time before I was that busy or lucky again.

With Joey back in town and my body developing, my curiosity and adventures
grew.  It was a few months later that I did get to see Joey shoot cum.  It
was right before that when I found out about cum, watching a friend's
father's porno.  I was jacking Joey and he was stroking me, when all of a
sudden I felt his balls disappear and his dick start convulsing.  I start
stroking and just held on and my hand was covered with hot cum.  Joey just
about collapsed.  I was thrilled with discovering such power I had over
Joey and from then on, Joey would jack off in front of me or let me jack
him off all the way.

And it also helped me set a goal.  I was so ready to cum myself.  Joey and
I talked.  Mark and I talked about the best way to mature enough to cum.  I
had the whispiest pubes I had ever seen on any boy.  And I had seen many.
Some of my fears of not having hair around my dick came true, I was in the
8th grade before puberty really kicked in.  Fortunately, I wasn't the least
developed boy.

My adventures with Joey, and Mark, and a couple of other boys didn't happen
together very much at all.  Mark knew some things I did with Joey and Joey
loved to hear things about my fun with other boys.  Joey was a senior when
he and I got together with Mark for the first time.  It was another first
for me too.  Mark and I let Joey take us fishing at a little lake not all
that far from home.  We did fish some but the talk on the way up diverted
our efforts to our bodies.

We started in not much more than shorts and shoes, so it didn't take that
much to get down to nothing at all.  It was a confusing time of
instruction.  We mixed how to make love to a girl with how to cum, to how
to give and get a blow job.  Joey enjoyed directing Mark and I in different
positions and different little acts.  After having my balls pulled on, my
dick stroked, my butt petted, I felt a burning building.  With me sitting
on Joey's naked lap, his boner slid along my crack, and Mark stroking me
hard and fast, I felt my first cum.  I think I had been close before and
always stopped, thinking that I had a dry orgasm.  But those were nothing
compared to explosion I felt when I cumed for the first time.

 With side by side by side jacking off and some more playing around, I
cumed 3 more times before we gave up on the fishing.  I was hooked on it
then.  The first thing I did the next morning was jack off.  A couple of
days later, I was so horny and couldn't wait to get all the way home that I
jacked up in the back seat of my mom's car as she drove us around.  With 3
of my sisters in the seats in front of me, I cumed all in my pants and it
felt so good.

It was 4th of July and we were at Joey's eventual step-father's, or Joey's
mother's new husband.  It had been an amazingly hot week and the 4th was a
real burner.  We spent most of the day in the pool.  The adults were all in
the house and the sisters were not around but Joey and stayed in the pool
and watched the various fireworks shows nearby.  We had the lights off in
the backyard and in the pool so we could see the fireworks better.  Joey
had worked my shorts off completely.  My hand found it way into his shorts.

I had a good crop of pubes by that time and Joey was playing with them as
much as he was playing with my dick and balls.  We tried to maintain a
relatively normal conversation, talking about the local kids popping
blackcats and twisters and such and the big fireworks in the park just a
couple of blocks away.  Joey's hand moved under and behind my balls.  It
was when his fingers started to stray over my butt hole that I was sucking
in air.  I turned around to face him.  My boner pressing against his belly.
And his hand playing with my butt and fingers exploring my hole.  We moved
to a little nook in the pool, out the way of any sight from inside the
house.

We got quiet and still, and very slowly and carefully Joey slid his finger
inside me.  I wasn't sure I could take it at all.  I started to relax.  It
got much better feeling.  I opened up a little, pressing against his
finger.  He went in deeper, then I felt like I was cuming.  And cuming and
cuming.  He hit the exact right spot and it took over my entire body.  If I
wasn't wrapped around him and he holding me up, I would have collapsed.
The sounds I was making reminded me of the squealing of my first blow job
although I did discover a new sound of whimpering with pleasure.

The water was getting splashed around as Joey moved his finger faster and
faster inside of me.  I told him I was ready to cum several times and he
kept going.  I was biting his shoulder when I finally did cum.  I didn't
think I bit him that hard but it did leave a hicky.  I walked funny for a
day or so.

Joey went off to college and I didn't seem him much after that.  It was
always a great time when we would get together.  Mark and I kept doing a
few things.  We fucked a girl for the first time, the same girl, the same
night.  Until I got to college, my sexual adventures continued to be a
mixed bag.  I taught a couple of little boys how to cum, including Joey's
step brothers (my step cousins?) when they would stay at their father's
house.

I'm moving back in a month.  I can't stand the big city either.  I'll end
up in a bigger house, with less responsibility and just slightly less
money.  Joey and his family will be less than 3 blocks away.  I look
forward to getting back home.  I wonder if Joey has any concern about his
boys, 8 and 10 and getting hornier everyday.  They know much more than I
ever did, even with Joey's help.