Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 16:12:22 -0600
From: Paul Wilson <paulwilson45@hotmail.com>
Subject: Learning the Ropes

My best friend, Johnny, introduced me to masturbation when I was 11.  He had
suggested that we play strip poker up in his room one weekend when I was
visiting.  I agreed, quietly excited, since I enjoyed seeing other boys
naked and didn't get a chance to very often.

I really didn't know the rules, but kinda faked it, and he coached me.  When
we were down to just our shorts and briefs, he said that the loser had to
jack the winner off.  I didn't know what that meant, but I was having so
much fun I didn't ask anything.  Turns out I lost, and was naked in front of
him, who was down to just his undies.  Even so, I enjoyed looking at his
nearly naked body.  Then he lay back so he could take them off, too, saying,
"OK, now you have to jack me off."

Mesmerized by the sight of his naked body and rapidly inflating little cock,
I didn't do anything.  He said, "Come on, time to do me."

I then told him I didn't know what jacking off was.  He was really
surprised, and said, "You don't know about that?"

"No.  You'll have to tell me."

He decided that showing me was better, so he had me lay on my back and he
sat cross-legged between my legs and reached for my penis, which also was
getting hard from the excitement.  As he played with it, I got fully hard,
and it felt really neat to have his hands on me.  He played with my foreskin
like it was a toy, and of course it kinda was.  It soon became my favorite
toy.  He didn't have one, and later he told me mine fascinated him.  He
pulled it back and forth, making the head alternate between being out in the
open and covered up in the warm, nurturing sleeve.  I really liked the feel
of it sliding back and forth over my head.

He did that for a while, and then gripped my shaft a little harder, and I
could feel something happening inside me.  It felt better and better, and
some kind of tension was building up.  Suddenly I felt a strong pulse in my
penis, then nothing for a second or so, then a rapid series of pulses as
waves of pleasure rolled over me.  He stopped stroking, but held on tight,
and I was writhing on the bed in ecstasy as wave after wave overwhelmed me.
It didn't last long (I wished it would never stop), but it was incredibly
intense, and I felt so relaxed and spent that I just lay there panting.

"You like that?" he asked.

I managed to gasp, "Heck, yeah.  That was great."

As I was calming down, he told me his babysitter had taught him that a year
or so ago.  I knew who his babysitter was - a 14-year-old boy up the street.
  I never dreamed anything could feel so good, and was instantly jealous
that Johnny had been experiencing it all this time and I wasn't.  I very
seldom had a baby sitter since my older brother, who was in high school,
usually took care of me when my folks were out.

Anyway, now it was my turn to do Johnny, and though I was a bit clumsy at
first, I got into the routine, and he jumped and panted when he came in my
hand.  It was fascinating to watch.

That became a staple activity for the two of us from then on whenever we
were alone, which we could always arrange, even if we had to go out into the
woods to do it.  We gave up the pretense of strip poker, in favor of just
taking turns being the first to do the other.

Johnny was more inventive than I was, and was always coming up with new ways
to do it.  He introduced me to lubrication, which I liked very much, humping
in each others' butts, laying face to face and rubbing on each other, going
commando, and things like that.  He always seemed to have some new adventure
in mind.  Turns out it was the babysitter who showed him those things.  I
was envious of him.

I finally had my chance.  My folks were going to be out of town for the
weekend, and my brother had a big thing going on with some friends on
Saturday night, so my folks arranged for the same boy to sit for me who sat
for Johnny.  I was excited, and was determined to have some fun that night.

When the night came, I hung close to the babysitter.  I couldn't wait until
it was time to settle down after dinner to watch TV.  I had a plan.  He sat
on the couch just like I had planned.  Pretending I was getting ready for
bed, I put on just my shortie PJ bottoms.  They were loose and of very soft,
thin, cloth, and I figured I could work that to my advantage.  I sat on the
couch right next to him, and then asked if I could lay with my legs in his
lap.  He said OK, so I twisted around, and my bare knees and thighs were on
his legs, partially touching skin since he was wearing shorts.  I played my
restless kid routine, kinda moving around, and in the process made sure one
leg was right on top of his crotch.  I could feel a lump.  Good.

Pretty soon he was lightly ticking my legs with his fingertips.  I think he
was testing me to see if I would make a move to stop him.  I didn't.  He got
a little bolder, and ran his fingers up to the leg opening of my PJs, and
tickled a little further up my thigh.  I of course got a little boner, and
with that thin cloth, it was a pretty obvious little tent down there.  He
noticed.  Pretty soon I felt his finger brush over the tip of my penis.  I
involuntarily jerked a little, but did nothing to stop him, so he did it
again, this time lingering with his finger on my tip, pressing down
slightly.  I sighed with pleasure, and he then ran his finger down the
bottom of my penis and back up.  I shivered.  He then gripped it gently
between his thumb and forefinger, and rubbed up and down a little.  I closed
my eyes and relaxed, and he kept it up.

Soon I could feel him fumbling with the snaps of my PJs.  First the top one,
then the other two, and my fly fell open.  I could feel the cool air on my
penis, and he took his hand and laid it on top of it, with two fingers
resting on my little ball sack.  He just felt around a little.  I was
smiling with my eyes closed, so he could tell I was OK with this.  By now
the lump in his crotch had grown to a respectable hard rod sticking into the
back of my legs.

"You want to take these off?" he whispered, indicating my PJs.

"Only if you take yours off, too," I replied.

"OK."  I got up to drop my PJ pants while he undressed.  His penis was a lot
bigger than mine, but not huge.  Where I was about three inches and with no
hair, his was about five inches, with a small tuft of light blond hair above
his penis.  It looked really neat.

I lay back down in the same position.  I just relaxed as he caressed me all
over.  It felt so good.  Then he concentrated on my penis, stroking it
gently while gently playing with my balls with the other hand.  I was so
excited that it didn't take me long to feel my orgasm coming on, and I
jerked and moaned as it hit me, with five or six strong pulses in my penis
and groin, and several more throbs as it died down.  That was so neat!

It took me a few minutes to recover, and he was stroking his own penis by
this time, so I said, "That's my job," and moved around so I could get to it
with my hands.  I stroked him gently for a while, enjoying the feeling of a
larger penis in my hand as I did it.  He put his hand in my lap and held
onto my limp penis as he approached orgasm, and when it hit him, he gripped
me hard.  I could feel one strong pulse, a delay, and then several more
strong pulses in a rapid pace.  He was holding his breath with his head
back.  The difference from when I did it to my friend is that sticky white
stuff shot out and splattered onto his stomach, and then as the pulses died
down, it dribbled out the end of his penis.  I was surprised, as I wasn't
expecting it.  Then I remembered what we'd learned in health class, and
realized this must be the sperm they talked about in such a mysterious way
(those classes really didn't teach very much).

I jumped up and got some tissues for him to clean up with, and he noticed I
had a boner again.  He asked, "You want to do that again?"

"Yeah," I answered.  "That was fun."  This time he had me lay flat on the
couch and he kneeled on the floor next to it and began playing with me.  I
was enjoying it, with my eyes closed, and was surprised to feel a warm
wetness on my penis head, and looked to see that he had it in his mouth.  He
swirled his tongue around on the head underneath my foreskin, and it felt
incredible.  He pulled off and asked, "You like that?"

"It feels great, Johnny never did that."

"So, you play around with Johnny, eh?"

"Yeah."

"He told you about me, didn't he?"

"Yup.  I've been waiting for this chance for a long time."

"I bet you have," and he grinned, lowering his mouth to my penis again.

I was going to have to try this with Johnny, I thought to myself, as I lay
back again with my eyes closed to enjoy what he was doing to me.  He started
an up and down motion with his mouth, sucking hard, while still massaging
the head of my penis with his tongue under my foreskin, After a little
while, he pulled my foreskin back and used his tongue only on the sweet spot
under the head, and I could feel myself getting close.  This was feeling so
good I couldn't stand it.  All of a sudden it hit, and he just held still
while my penis throbbed in his mouth.  I was wasted totally.  It felt
wonderful.

He pulled off me and rocked back, smiling.  "Great, eh?"

"Sure was.  I've never felt anything like that."

Just then we heard a car in the driveway.  It was my brother!  And here we
were naked in the family.  Both of us scrambled to get dressed, and just in
time.  My brother walked in, and we were both standing up, panting.  I was
red in the face and just in my PJ bottoms, all flushed, as I always am.  I
could tell my brother smelled a rat, but he didn't say anything.

He said hi and paid the baby sitter.  I said thanks, and he left.  My
brother went upstairs, but came down again in a couple of minutes.  He
smiled at me and said, "Just don't let him do anything that you don't want
him to do, OK?"

"How'd you know?"  I asked.

"It was pretty obvious.  You standing there all red in the face, both of you
panting like you'd rushed to get dressed when you heard my car.  I'm right,
aren't I?"

"Yeah.  You going to tell mom?"

"Nah.  You do that all the time with Johnny, so you are obviously enjoying
it.  I just don't want you to get hurt."

I was surprised that he knew that, and a little embarrassed.

"Thanks, I won't.  It was just a lot of fun.  How'd you know I've been doing
things with Johnny?"

"Not hard to figure out.  You guys are always sneaking into your room being
real quiet, sneaking off into the woods like you're up to something, stuff
like that.  I figured you were doing something naughty, and sex stuff was
the first on my list.  And it feels good, doesn't it?" my brother asked.  "I
know.  I used to do it with my babysitter, too.  Believe me, you aren't the
first boys to play around with your dicks," he smiled.  "Better get up to
bed."

I scampered up to bed and hopped in, feeling very tired from all the
activity.  I couldn't wait to surprise Johnny with what I knew he'd been
doing with the babysitter.  It was my chance to do something first to him!