Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2003 10:54:50 -0500
From: PawsWhiteBear@netscape.net
Subject: Lending a hand - Part 2

Lending a hand - Part 2

This takes place after the coach trip incident and takes place at school.
At the school I went to it was common for boys to be in each others shorts
and do things to them, lessons just got in the way a bit.  The events
happened to me when I was about 11 years of age, and concerns two boys of
that age, some details have been changed.

You should be an adult to read this story.

I will continue this series if people want me to, any comments welcomed to
pawswhitebear@netscape.com

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I used to sit at the back of the class next to my friend.  One afternoon
maths was boring and we were feeling quite horny.  My friend grabbed me
between the legs and squeezed me.  I did the same to him in retaliation.
We got on with our work whilst the teacher showed us how do do some sum on
the board.  The next thing I felt was my friends left hand go down inside
the waist band of my shorts.  He fumbled round for a bit before he found
the elastic of my briefs and his hand went inside of that.  I did not
resist and as he reached down I opened my legs a little to make it easier
for him to find his target.

He reached down and found my soft little willy and his thumb and finger
caught hold of it gently.  I began to get a stiffy.  I could not help
myself, it felt so nice him touching me like he had done the other day on
the coach.  His three free fingers reached underneath to my empty ball sack
which had kind of shrivelled over the years, but he played with the loose
skin and if felt really sexy.  He started working the skin of my willy up
and down with his thumb and finger and it started to feel kind of tickly.

I was so hard it was painful, but there was plenty of room in the front of
my loose fitting grey school shorts for his small hand and my little willy.
When I was hard I was no longer than 4 1/2 cm at best and quite thin.  Most
boys I had seen had bigger willies than me even some of the kids in the
class below us when I had seen them in the toilet in the yard.  The outside
toilet in the yard was very old, like the school and only had a black
painted brick wall and to wee against and a gutter to carry it to the
central grid in the floor.

My friend kept working on me and I was beginning to get his sexy feeling.
It was rising at the base and felt like I wanted to wee.  It got so much
more desperate as he worked fast on me.  I started to move my hips in and
out in time, then all of a sudden I could not hold it any longer and I let
go.  I sprayed into my shorts a jet of hot wee.  It went on to my
friend's hand and into my undies making them damp.  He slowed down when
he felt me shudder and my willy throb.  I shot another jet of wee and he
stopped working me up and down.  As he was about to take his hand out I
shot my final burst of wee into my shorts.

He took his hands out of my shorts and I whispered in his ear.  "That was
great where did you learn to do that?"

"I saw two boys doing it to each other in the toilet one day." He whispered
back, "Do me now." he told me.  I did not need any encouragement.  I
reached across with my right hand and slid it down the waistband of his
shorts.  To my surprise he was not wearing any underpants so my hand found
its target straight away.  I found his willy with my thumb and two fingers.
It was hard and standing up against his chest.  My other two fingers found
his ball sack and two small marbles.  I rubbed these as I worked the loose
skin on his willy up and down gently.  "Faster" he whispered to me, and I
speeded up.  he started moving his hips on the seat just like I had done in
time to me pulling him off.  I did this for about another two minutes, then
I felt him go weak and his willy throb. I slowed down and stopped but
nothing came out.  I wondered if I had done it properly to him and took my
hand out of his shorts.

"Thanks he whispered, that was awesome, much better than when I do it."  We
finished off our maths, the school bell rang and we quickly go our books
together and left for home with the rest of the kids.

"How come you stay dry?"  I asked him as we walked home together.

"You don't do anything when you first start doing it."  "He said its only
later when you get a bit older."

"Oh." I said not really understanding, " But I got wee when you did it to
me."

"Yes, I know, but that's because you have a baby willy, and babies wet if
you do it to them."

This upset me and I said "So you think I'm a baby?"

"No no.  I didn't mean it like that.  I think your willy is the best I've
ever seen."  This complement pacified me a bit, then he continued, "What I
meant was your balls haven't dropped yet into your sack."

"You mean like yours?"

"Yes."

"But I don't have any." I confessed to him, "When I was small I was
climbing on a frame and I fell off on to a bar.  I hit the bar with my legs
apart and I got hurt bad.  I had to go to the hospital and they had to take
them out."

"Oh, sorry I did not know."

"That's all right, why should you?  Does that mean we can't be friends
anymore?" I asked worried that my new friend would no longer be interested
in me.

"Course we can still be friends.  You liked what I did to you didn't you?"

"Yes very much." I confessed.

"Well I liked what you did to me as well.  I don't care that you can only
get wee when I do it to you.  It's kind of exciting, and I can't get
anything yet."

"So you won't tell the class that I wet myself, and make fun of me."

"No course not.  Listen what we do to each other is between us, don't tell
anybody else about it or we might get into trouble,"

"Okay sure.  What are you doing tonight?"  I asked

"Well we could do our homework together." He suggested.

"Sure, see you after tea."  He went up the path to his house and I waved
goodbye as I walked round the corner to mine.

Simon