Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 20:19:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: More Mesa <moremesa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jorge Throbs

Jorge Throbs - A true story

Jorge pinched my little testicles as he told me to close my eyes and
pretend he was kissing me with his lips. He said that he and his friends
often locked the door in his bedroom and kissed each other's penises and
balls. Sometimes, he said, we also kiss with our mouths.

I was bursting inside. Jorge was the big brother of my sister's
girlfriend. We'd met the Gonzalez family a couple of years before when we
first lived in Mexico City. I was nine when I first got there. We returned
to the States just after I was 12 in December and were now living in an
apartment building on Oliver Street in Pacific Beach, California. It was
now Easter Vacation, April 1962, and the Gonzalez family had come to visit.

Jorge had never paid any attention to me before. I was really surprised
when they arrived and he was really friendly. He asked his parents if he
could stay with us and sleep in my bedroom with me. I only had one bed but
our parents said it would be fine.

What happened with Jorge that night overshadowed any other memory of the
Gonzalez family visit. We must have gone to dinner somewhere, but, in any
event, Jorge and I were in bed by 10:00 o'clock or so.

As we lay together, Jorge started telling me about his friends and what
they did together in his bedroom. I'm sure he embellished quite a bit, and
my memory certainly stirred more fantasies of what he might have done. It's
hard now to remember exactly how he brought up having sex with his friends,
and all the things they did with each other.

First, it seemed like he had a lot of friends who were involved. He was
sort of a rich kid in Mexico City and his parents had a large house. I
remember being there but am not sure I was actually in his bedroom. But I
think I was. It was a large spacious room with windows on one side, a long
room with a big bed in the middle.

The first thing that happened was that Jorge pulled down his jockey
underwear. He had an uncut penis. I remember that. My dad had one so I knew
what the looked like. And he had pubic hair.

I was in Junior High, an early 7th grader, having skipped a grade in the
transition between American and Mexican school years. So I was around a lot
of boys who were developed more than me. And there were the coaches too, of
course. I liked locker room time. I especially liked showering with one of
the only black kids in the school, who, you guessed it, had a very large
and fat penis.

Jorge was not shy at all. He reached over and started playing with my cock,
already hard, even though this was completely knew to me. This was before I
learned how to jerk off that summer with Tommy (see Tommy's Dad series on
Http://nifty.org Adult-Youth category).

Jorge knew what he was doing though. What he didn't realize was how much I
was going to like it.

Jorge touched my penis and leaned over to suck it into his mouth. He asked
me to do the same when he lifted his head. But I was too shy, and this was
too new for me. He talked about kissing a penis and how much he liked it
and how good it felt. Then he started pinching my penis lightly with his
fingertips, alternating between my balls and my penis shaft, sometimes a
little harder, then softer, and then hold it and release it. Then he would
begin again.

All the time, he told me stories of his friends and how much fun they had
playing with each other after school. He told me I should come down to
visit and he and his friends would have a good time with me. I told him I
wanted to go very much. Then I leaned up and kissed him on the mouth.

He reached under my head and held me as he looked into my eyes. I lay back
and moved my hand over his erection, just rubbing it slowly. He continued
to pinch my penis and testicles, lightly and then harder.

Jorge throbbed as he came in my hand. His body stiffened as his orgasm
rushed over him. I kept moving my hand on his penis as his fluid came
out. When he was finished, I lay there shocked. I had never experienced
anything like this, and I had a huge part in what had taken place.

Jorge got up to go to the bathroom, as I lay there astonished at my
feelings. He came back to lie next to me. He was against the wall and I was
on the outer side of the bed. I turned my back to him and he settled his
penis against my ass. He put his arm around me and fell asleep. I stayed
awake for an hour; feeling him move and breathe next to me, close with his
cock asleep.

The next morning, we pretended as if nothing happened. His parents came to
pick him up, and I stood very close to him on the sidewalk. I wanted to be
near him, but he very deliberately moved away from me, adopting the same
attitude he had when I knew him in Mexico City, older, and not wanting to
hang around with a younger kid. But we both knew what we were, and what had
happened, and that we were natural at it, boys together, knowing.

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