Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2007 01:41:56 -0400
From: Voy Boy <voyboy1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Will, his indoor pool and his Dad Ch.1

Will S. had been my backyard neighbor for as long as I can remember.  They
were the only neighbors I knew who had an indoor sunken pool.  I had gone
over to Will's house since I was about ten or eleven.  His parents had
gotten a divorce a few years ago, and he lived with his Dad.

It was my sexual explorations with him, as well as what I read in a sex
book, that led to my addiction to penises, semen and the things one did to
make them shoot their creamy delicious prize.  This book used clinical
language that also became very arousing to me and I have used it in this
writing.  It may sound strange to the reader, but it sure makes me hot.  I
am bisexual and my fixation is mainly on the male pelvic region.  I love
women physically (ALL parts of them) and emotionally, but there is a way
that men excite me that women don't.  Part of it is the fraternal aspect.
Also, men that share my tastes make exceptional sex partners, as I have
been told I am.  This is because I love penises, balls, assholes, and
especially semen, in ways that most women don't (at least to the same
degree).  I find it easier to let go and ejaculate with a fellow semen
lover.  Ejaculation is much more fun and exciting with a fellow semen
lover.  Nothing lets me down or hurts my feelings more that having someone
treat my semen as thought it were radioactive sewage.  Any man gets off on
having his semen enjoyed or even exalted.  (Witness the zillions of facial
cum shots in porn.  Most women need to get paid to simulate enjoying semen,
and they don't do a very good job.)  Anyway, on to my childhood and
adolescent activities with Will.

We started out by having what he called "bare parties".  We would go into
his room and take off all our clothes and prance around naked showing off
our hard little penises and buttocks to each other.  It hadn't occurred to
us to touch each other yet.  I was fascinated by the shape of the head of
his penis.  I loved the helmeted shape, the pisshole and the cleft
underneath it.  I also loved looking a his crinkled scrotum.  We would also
bend over and spread our buttocks for each other.  I enjoyed looking at the
wrinkles in his puckered anus and the way it would contract and relax.  I
think we also lightly smacked each other's buttocks, but that was as far as
we went with touching each other.

As time went on, we began to mature sexually.  We would keep a close eye on
the beginnings of our pubic hair.  I think that was when we started to
wonder if either of us would tell on the other for still having the bare
parties even though we knew we should have grown out of it by now.  One
time when we were naked together, I asked him if he would ever tell anyone
and he said "NO WAY!  I don't want anyone to know any more than you do.!"
Frankly, even though there was a little anxiety over being discovered, it
added to the excitement.  So did the fact that we should have grown out of
it by then.  I did feel that it was perverted, but that was a big part of
the turn-on.  That and the fact that I was with someone who liked my penis
as much as I liked his.  I think we knew how rare this common interest was.
I was always nervous about his Dad coming home and having to explain why we
were naked, but Will assured me that it was not a concern.  I would find
out why later.

By now I was 13 and he was 12.  We were now allowed to use the pool without
adult supervision.  Naturally, we skinny-dipped.  We would always take a
shower together before we would get into the pool.  It was such a turn-on
going around completely naked.  I loved having Will's eyes on my naked
body, especially my penis as much as I loved seeing him.  Even just the
sensation of the air on my body was wonderful.  We both felt this constant
tension; this building desire for something we couldn't identify.  Even
with all we had done, we were still sexually nave.  There was lots of
horse-play, like grabbing each other's asses and penises but we didn't
really get to touching each other sexually and Will saw, and I read,
something that would change everything.

I had just gotten to his place (his Dad wouldn't be home for a couple of
hours) when he answered the door completely nude.  I was not expecting that
and my breath caught in my throat as I looked at him.  He had a serious
erection and I noticed that he was flushed.  He was very sexually excited
and I was in the same condition very quickly.  He said that he saw
something that was the answer and relief to the tension we were both
feeling.  As I took off my clothes in his bedroom, he told me that he saw
something amazing.  As we were showering, paying lots of attention to our
penises, balls and assholes he filled me in.

He said it was late at night and he heard a rhythmic rocking sound coming
from is Dad's bedroom.  The light was on and the door was halfway open.  He
snuck up near the door and saw his Dad kneeling on the bed facing the door.
He had seen his Dad naked more times that he could count and had seen his
penis because his Dad made no effort to hide it.  The difference was that
this time, his penis was hard as a rock and he was stroking it up and down
rapidly.  There was an open jar of Vaseline on the bed and his penis was
slicked up with it.  Will's penis was rock hard as he told me what his Dad
was doing.  He said his Dad was breathing hard and fast while he was
stroking.  Then his Dad tensed up , he groaned loudly and this thick creamy
white stuff shot out of his penis and it was pulsing as this was happening.
Then all the tension seemed to leak out of his Dad and he wiped up the
white stuff (semen, as I would later find out), turned off the light and
went to sleep.  He said the semen looked like white snot.  "GROSS!", I said
but the idea was still very exciting and I fantasized about seeing him do
that.

I asked him to show me how his Dad stroked his penis.  We were both sitting
on the couch by then and he got up to go get the Vaseline.  I watched his
flexing buttocks as he left and his stiff bouncing penis as he returned.
He spread some on his penis and rubbed it all over his crotch.  I loved how
it made him all shiny.  Then he climbed up onto the couch and got on his
knees with his legs spread apart.  Then he grasped himself and started
moving his hand up and down.  After slathering my own penis and scrotum
with Vaseline, I joined him on the couch.  I loved how shiny and wet our
penises looked as we stroked ourselves.  We were describing what we felt to
each other.  There was this delicious glowing tingle with a pleasure we had
felt before, but never to the same intensity.  We did the same thing many
times both alone and together.  Soon I would learn a new meaning for
intensity.

About a week later during one of my visits, we had been stroking ourselves
for about 15 minutes when the pleasure started building up more (and more
suddenly) than ever before.  I decided to go for it and told him I thought
I was going to ejaculate.  He bent over and looked at my penis very
closely.  That was as big a turn-on as anything, seeing his eyes glued to
the head of my penis.  There was a slick clear fluid coming out of my piss
hole.  He seemed fascinated by it.  I was too as this hadn't happened
before.  Finally, the pleasure built up to a point that it actually scared
me and I started having contractions of the inner muscles that I normally
use to stop my urine.  Except that this was a pulsing involuntary series of
contractions, which were very new and yet somehow oddly familiar.  During
these contractions, this thin creamy fluid surged out of the head of my
penis.  Then this great sense of relief came over me and my breathing soon
slowed to normal.  I knew that I would be doing this from now on and that,
in a good way, my life would never be the same.  Will and I took some of my
semen onto our fingers and examined it.  He laughed and said "EWE!!" but he
really didn't seem repulsed by it.  On closer inspection it was very
different from snot.  It somehow seemed cleaner.  Strangely, it seemed to
be a thin relatively clear fluid with a thicker whiter fluid suspended in
it.  We were fascinated by the sight and feel of it.  We smelled it but
really couldn't detect and odor from it.  (I've seen references to the
smell of semen, but I have yet to smell anything from the MANY loads I have
come in contact with.)  I turned to watch Will but he couldn't shoot yet.
As it turned out, he was only a week behind me.


(To be continued.)