Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2016 20:12:26 +0100
From: Richard Dule <dickydoo2@gmx.com>
Subject: Twister Boy

 TWISTER BOY

 Discovery and testing...

   Like a couple of my 12 -13 yr. friends, I was a bit of a computer nerd,
knew my way around computers, tablets and such, but I took breaks more
often, especially down by the creek that wasn't too far away.

   So as usual on such a warm summer day, I escaped the confines of my
room, grabbed my pole, more for a prop than a tool, and sauntered down to
my favorite realm for the morning.

   As I followed the bank along I suddenly saw a flash of light, like the
reflection off something metallic sticking in the bank ahead, so being
naturally curious, I headed to it. It looked like one of those long 5
battery flashlights, matte aluminum, except the end where the light would
be, this had an end that resembled a mesh ball cut in half, bigger around
than the shaft.

   When I pulled it out of the dirt, the other end was tapered to a point
and also the shaft had what looked like a seam that you would twist to put
batteries in it. Weird.

    I sat down to examine it further and twisted it. It did turn but would
not split apart. I tried it a couple times and just as I was starting to
try it again, I was startled by a rabbit that flushed out of the weeds
beside me.

    He saw me and in turn was startled, and started to leap away, just as I
finished twisting the `thingamabob' again. He suddenly froze half up on his
hind legs, front legs poised to jump and one ear was flopped over! Holy
shit!

    Getting up slowly, I walked over to it. Cautiously I put my toe against
it and gave it a little push and it fell over. While I was shaking my head
in misbelief I absently turned the `tube' I guess I could call it now, and
the rabbit suddenly became animated, confused, looked up at me, sheer
terror in its eyes, then started away, and it suddenly dawned on me and I
quickly twisted the tube and I was right!

    He stopped again, in mid-flight this time, and fell to the ground on
his side. Wow! I don't know where this came from or what's it's for, but it
is totally awesome! But I figured I had better keep it a secret until I
figure out how it works, and before someone claims it, so I headed back
home.

    Research is importance in any science, and I needed to confirm
involuntary muscular control, so Queenie, my pet setter was my first
victim, I mean subject. She was glad to see me, wagging her tail and sat
down on the back step and she sat on the walk below.

     I wanted to see how stiff they would get, so I patted her head, and
she panted and wagged her tail as I turned the tube.

    She froze, jaw hanging and drooling, tail stopped and eyes wide open,
staring with a blank look. I waved my hand in front of them and she did
nothing, not even blink. I pushed her jaw up and though there was some
resistance, it closed. Then I lifted one front leg, like she does to shake
a paw, and again with some resistance, something like those wire dolls you
can move the appendages on but it stayed. Cool!

    I started to chuckle and the devil in made me open her mouth again, and
take one of her favourite bones and put it in her mouth, then twist the
tube.

     She blinked, shook her head, spit out the bone, looked down at the
leg, put it down, then shook her head like she does when it's wet. I felt a
bit badly, but I didn't hurt her and it was all in the name of science.

    Reviewing what I had discovered so far, I suddenly wondered why I
didn't freeze when I twisted it. After some contemplation, I snapped my
fingers and pulled against me, which she loves, then I twisted the
tube. She kept panting!

     Just as I expected, it only works if you aren't touching it or me. So
I can control all the animals' limbs and muscles. Cool!!

    Of course the next and most important information is the affect it has
on humans. So my next subject was Ricky, my new next door neighbour of two
weeks, who was geeky like me, 12 ½, a year younger than me and I wanted
to test him and in my devious mind, have some fun with him too.

     He was cute but had glasses that he would push up on his nose, was
shorter
 than me with floppy blond hair and was kinda skinny, but very smart.

    It was just mid-morning and I knew it would get him excited so I texted
him to come up to my room and see my new computer game and I checked the
time and sure enough in 3 minutes he threw open the door and came panting
in.

     He was just wearing unlaced sneakers and his ubiquitous cotton soccer
shorts which were too small for him, but always made me curious what a boy
his age had nestling in that nice bulge down one pantleg.

    Oh yeah I should mention I'm going through the joyous discoveries of
puberty
 and realizing the pull between boy sex as being gay sex and just straight
discovery sex. But I thought I might kills two birds with one twist.

    He moved up beside me as I pointed at the screen, "Hey Ricky, good to
see you. Look at this car over here" and he bent down and started speak as
he pointed and I leaned away while he was preoccupied and did the twist.

    He froze, still pointing, his eyes and mouth open. I waved my hand in
front of his eyes, no reflex. Then I moved his hand to one side and it
stayed, then I moved it back. So the voluntary works just like with the
other animals.

     Now for the big test, the involuntary, and I started getting hard.

    I stood up behind him and pulled down his shorts, he didn't wear
undies, and admired his nice white bubble butt, gave it a feel, then sat
back down.  And there it was, just inches away from my face and wow, it was
a beauty!  It was bigger than mine (comparison is every boy's criteria),
longer, thicker, longer foreskin, pink bag uptight with balls and a dusting
of blond curlies on his pubes.

    It was soft and warm and I grasped the bulge of skin over his knob with
my thumb and two fingers and slid it back, revealing the moist and light
pink knob and slowly stroked the shaft as the hoody glided on and off it
and it only took about 3 strokes for it to spring to attention t. His balls
were like any 12 -13 yr. old.

Great! The involuntary worked so far, lifting an arm was one thing, but now
it looks like now I can control not only the voluntary ones, but the
involuntary and the reflex..

    Jeez, it had to be at least 5+" already, nice and stiff, and I felt his
firm balls, not bad. I was impressed and hard now myself as I slowly
stroked him some more. He started breathing a little faster out his open
mouth as he stared blankly ahead and I could feel his hard cock twitch but
I didn't want him to cum so I stopped, holding the bunched up foreskin
behind the flare as he shivered and drops of precum oozed out the slit,
dampening his knob.

    I left the skin back and went around behind to pull his shorts back up,
but hesitated and ran my hands down his bare bubble butt. Nice. I pulled
them up and went around front and because his shorts were tight his boner
looked like a stove pipe sticking up in them. I ran my hand over that
cocktube and chuckled as a little damp spot formed.

    I sat back down started talking again, "I think you're right..." and
turned aside and quickly twisted the tube then pointed to the screen beside
his finger. I could hardly stifle my laugh as he closed his mouth, shook
his head and looked confused as he blinked and looked around, and I
continued, "... no, you are right"

    He frowned. Still confused, then suddenly looked surprised and quickly
glanced down at the sprout in his short and dropped an arm down and put his
wrist against it, trying to hide it and blushed.

    "Are you all right?" I asked seriously and he stammered, "Ah... ya,
er...no probs..." and glanced down at his dropped arm, moved it out of the
way to see the spot about the size of a quarter, then quickly covered it up
again, so I offhandedly added, "Oh, go ahead if you have to use the
washroom, you know where it is", politely giving him an out.

    "Ya...okay" he replied and quickly scampered down the hall, wrist in
front.

    He came back in a few minutes, his package neatly tucked down his
pantleg, my curiosity satisfied, my hormones racing and I asked him if
everything was okay as he moved up to me, still covering the stain, then
blushed, looking at the floor, "Well... I ... ya, I think so.  But
maybe... maybe I guess it's okay to tell you, K?"

    "Sure can, we're friends now, right?"

    He shyly smiled and I moved my chair away and pulled up the bench and
waved him to sit down beside me and put my arm over his shoulders and
smiled at him as he looked up at me and I nodded, "Well?"

    "Uhhh... well I thought I had peed" and moved his arm aside, uncovering
the spot and squeezed it then smelled his finger then looked at me, "you
try it and see" which caught me off gaurd so I squeezed, smelled my finger
then nodded my head. Man it felt good to pinch it, but was making me hard
again and looked back at him.

     "It doesn't smell like pee, right!"  he continued nervously,
"You... you squirt now don't you?"

    "Sure do! And a lot too, like every day" then squeezed my bulge, "and
some days a few times, like once it was 9 times!"

    He chuckled and pinched his again and proudly agreed, "Me too! My most
was 5 times. Do you ever get a boner because you think about something
dirty, or it just happens and you don't squirt, but a little bit of squirt
kinda leaks out?  Or you wake up in the morning and you feel good about
something you dreamed but can't remember but you got a stiffy and squirts
are on your tummy?"

    "All the time it seems"

    "Well it's strange, but I suddenly felt like that when I looked down,
and saw it, it felt so good" then he giggled, pressing his knees together
as he hunched over, his fingers in front of his lips, "maybe it'll happen
again!"  Sure will because I'll make it happen again.

    It felt different with him now, his bare shoulder against mine and his
bare leg against my bare leg. He seemed more relaxed and didn't pull away
if I pressed my leg againsthis. I was dying to drop my hand down into his
lap, but didn't want to rush a good thing, like scare him away.

    Come to think of it, several times in the past week I found him
surreptitiously peeking at my junk,so maybe...

    A couple times when he was excited, he dropped his hand down on my
thigh, squeezed, and left it for a moment, not pulling away and one time he
did a great move so I draped my arm over his bare shoulders and looked at
him as I hugged him, "Awesome move!" and he kinda blushed, looking back at
me, proudly smiling, and dropped his hand on my bulge for a moment then
over to my thigh. I guess subconsciously he must have felt me fondling him
or something.

    We played some more, then his IPhone vibed and he checked it then
jumped up, "Shoot, my mom wants me to go with her and help her pick up some
stuff and have lunch. How be I text you when I get back. She promised me a
new game for my Xbox, K?"

    We knuckle bumped and he split as I watched my new obsession grind in
his
 tight shorts as he disappeared out the door.

    About 2 in the afternoon he texted me that his mom dropped him off on
her way to her sister's and I could head over now. I packed the tube in my
bag under my shirt and headed over with just my shorts on, it was a hot
day.

    Ricky was excited, I had never actually been to his bedroom and he
proudly gave me the tour. Very tidy, better than mine, gamer computer,
table, printer, Xbox and all the latest. He pointed to a couple bodybuilder
posters, like the phase most young teens go through and was a little
sheepish, "I wished I could look like that but I'm too small"

   I thought, you're not small where it counts but said, "Not necessarily,
it's the development you get, not whether you are short or tall" and he was
shirtless and giggled as he did an awkward bicep pose and I imained him in
one of those string pouches and realized it would prove my point.

    We played with all the different equipment and he was so happy to have
a friend
 that could share it with him. He was much more relaxed around me, bonding
I guess and more often I would put my arm over his shoulder when he did a
good move and a couple times he put his hand on my bare thigh too and
squeeze it when I did a
 good one.

    I was dying to see him squirt, and when he said he had the munchies and
stood, about to turn, his mouth open to say something, he pointed to the
door and I quickly twisted the tube. He froze, staring blankly so I got up
and pulled his shorts down to his knees, his big cock dangling, his balls
up tight.

    Many times I had seen gay porn on the net, but I had never felt anyone
else's cock,
 and so I knelt down in front of him and, reached up and grasped his cock
again and with a few jerks, he was hard again in a matter of seconds as I
worked his skin back and forth.

    There it was, and I loved examining it up close again, his moist knob
tapering up to a flare larger than his shaft which had a spongy layer under
the tight skin, a hard ridge down each side of it and curving slightly
towards his pubic mound. I pulled on a few of the dozen golden curlies on
it and checked his pink hairless ballsac that was tucked up with the love
nuts it carried.

    Having seen so many vids with cocksucking and dying to try it, I
wrapped my fingers around his rigid digit and gave the head a lick. He was
staring blankly into the distance, jaw dropped, and he shivered as he let
out a gasp...


Lemme know if you wanna find out the other naughty things he could with
this new twister toy...