Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2010 09:32:19 -0600
From: Jack Roberts <erjr1@comcast.net>
Subject: Fond Memories

    I was only seven years old, and had no knowledge about sex.  I did know
that I was different from girls, but I did not know what that was suppose
to mean.  The reason for this bit of information came from the fact that I
had a twin sister, and our parents would sometimes give us a bath at the
same time.  I knew that I had something that hung down and my sister did
not.
    I asked my mother about this and she told me that was my private part
and I should keep it hidden so other people could not see it and I should
not touch it any more than I had to.  Needless to say, this made me want to
touch it.  I knew that when I touched it, it made me feel good, but my
mother had told me not to touch it, so I tried not to touch it as much as
possible.
    I guess I should tell you something about myself.  I lived on a farm
and had light brown hair, hazel eyes, freckles, and rather thin for my age.
I was of average height and afraid of nothing.
    My aunt and her three boys would come to spend the summer with us.  The
oldest, Jeff, was one year older than me, but a lot more sexually
knowledgeable than me.
    Even though Jeff was eight years old, we were both the same height.
This made me happy, but it was a sore spot with Jeff.  He also had brown
hair and hazel eyes.  He did not have freckles like me, because he did not
spend as much time outside as I did.
    One day Jeff told me to go to the barn with him.  He had something that
he wanted to show me.  I always wanted to do what Jeff wanted because it
made me feel older.
    When we got to the barn, he told me that we should go up to the
hayloft.  So up the stairs we went.
    After we got up to the hayloft, Jeff said that we should lie down in
the hay and catch up with what we had been up to since we each saw each
other the year before.  I told him about what I had done in school, hoeing
cotton, working in the garden and also about the games that we had played
when friends would come over.
    Jeff also caught me up with all the same things.  His was about the
same except for the working.  Jeff lived in town and so they did not have
cotton to hoe.
    Jeff finally said that it was getting hot so he was going to take his
shirt off.  I wanted to be just like Jeff so I took my shirt off also.
Neither one of us was wearing shoes, because this was summer and in the
summer the only time you wore shoes was on Sunday or when you went to town.
    Jeff said, "I dare you to take your pants off."
    I said, "I don't think that I want to do that because my mother had
told me that I should not. I double dare you to take your pants off."
    He said, "I will if you will."
    "You go first."
    "OK."
    Without hesitation he took off his shorts and underwear.  There he
stood.  This was the first necked boy that I had ever seen.  My eyes
surveyed this boy before me.  I noticed something different about him.  The
top of his penis had skin over it.  I thought that everyone's penis was
just like mine.  I wanted to get a better look at it.
    I asked him if I could look at it closer.
    He said, "Not until you take your pants off like you said you would."
    I still was hesitant, but I slowly started taking my shorts off.  "Do I
have to remove my underwear?" I asked.
    "Yes."
    Needless to say, I did take all my clothes off.
    Here we were two necked boys standing in a very hot barn.
    Jeff said, "OK, you can look at my penis.'
    I got on my knees and pulled the skin back and saw that the top of his
penis was the same as mine.  I also noticed that when I pulled the skin
back his penis started to get hard.
    Jeff told me that felt so good.
    "Why is it getting hard?" I asked.
    "Because you are jacking me off."
    "What does jacking off means? "
    "You mean you don't know what jacking off means?"
    "No."
    "I'll show you."
    Jeff took his penis in his hand and started moving it up and down.
"Now you do what I am doing, " he said.
    I noticed that my penis was hard now.  I tried to do what Jeff was
doing, but my penis was a lot smaller than this and I could not get my hand
working up and down like Jeff.
    He told me that there were two ways that I could do it.  They were
instead of putting my hand around my penis that I could put my hand over my
penis with the fingers at the base of my penis and move my hand up and
down.  The other way was to just use my thumb and forefinger and move them
both up and down.  I found that the first method felt better because it
stimulated the head of my penis more because the top of my penis hit the
palm of my hand.
    We continued doing this for several minutes.  I started feeling like I
had got to pee.  Jeff told me that was natural and that I should just
continue and something exciting would happen.  He was right.  My hips
started moving along with my hand and I started breathing faster.  It was
the best feeling that I had ever had and one that I would experience every
day for the rest of my life.  Memories are great.