Date: Sat, 3 May 2008 19:27:16 -0400
From: JB <dzd_n_cnfzd@hotmail.com>
Subject: Oh the Stories 3

Oh the Stories I Could Tell 3
J.B.

So far I have bounced around quite a bit.  Let me tell you how I learned
about masturbation.

Although I was enjoying playing with dicks I knew nothing, I mean NOTHING
about sex.  I mean I knew what was supposed to go where  I did mess with the
little girl long ago but an orgasm was not part of my vocabulary.  Let me
tell you my sorry story of how I learned.

Lance and I were riding bikes around the neighborhood.  It was summertime
and everyone always got together at the neighborhood elementary school to
play soccer.  I know, its un-American but...  We were riding back to our
house probably to go play our game and pretty much as soon as we rode off, I
got a boner.  Guess what--my first cum came from a fucking bike.  I thought
I pissed myself and didn't know what the hell was happening but told Lance I
needed to get home.  I went to the bathroom and took off my shorts and
briefs and saw what I did.  I honestly didn't know what happened.  I think a
few days later, I put the puzzle together--I knew what sperm was and thought
of how sew happens.  I didn't jack myself, I humped my hand instead like I
was having sex.

So, at thirteen I had for more than half my life sucked dicks and never
thought about trying to get a boy to orgasm.  I didn't think you could
orgasm until you could sperm so even after that, I didn't think to try to
get Lance off.  The thought never crossed my mind.  I never shared what I
learned with my friend I was too embarrassed.  I did, however start a
marathon that lasted until I joined the military.

One other tidbit of info--my parents divorced around the time Lance moved
and I moved in with dad and my new mom and half sisters (Dad was a busy man,
I have a half sister exactly one month older than I).

Now I may have recently learned about my ability to cum but I had become a
master at getting boys out of their clothes.  I am a boylover, but had many
encounters with kids my own age (we'll get to that later).

There I was a thirteen year old novice masterbater living with Dad and my
other family I knew nothing about.  Dad had a friend named Mike who was
going through a divorce during the same time.  He had so secondary squeeze
like Dad and he, my Dad, and stepmom went through a party phase (lasted
until I graduated).  Mike had custody of his 2 sons--one Stephen was 4 and
Charlie was 6.  Seeing these little jewels naked was no big deal as they
stayed with us kids while the parents went out every night (not every night
but it sure seemed that way).  These two little fellows were glued to me--I
guess boylovers got along so well with kids because they never grow up--at
least that was my case.

Stephen had a little problem that turned into a slight fetish for me.  He
peed his pants.  In those days, as I'm sure you know, pull-ups were
nonexistent.  Stephen, therefore, always had a wet spot on his pants.  The
first time I met them, it wasn't the case.  we were going down to the creek
to cool off (Dad moved to the country)  I put the 4 year old on my shoulders
and after about 5 minutes I felt a warm wet spot on my neck.  I kinda
freaked 'cause it suprised me but I also felt a small poke in the back of my
neck.  I know this because I didn't put him down off my shoulders.  When we
all got to swimming hole, his dad saw the wet spot and started yelling at
him.  I don't guess they thought about me keeping him drenched in piss on my
shoulder.  I was never questioned.

You know, I am telling this story from memory  so I continually forget about
you guys.  Both boys were blond haired--Charlie was a brat from hell--he
cried all the time and Stephen never cried.  He was the sweetest boy and so
cute.  As I look back, I know I didn't see the little boy and think to
myself--I can't wait to suck his little wienie.  The pee thing really turned
me on.  That night, all adults had gone to the bar--this kills me now
because Oklahoma was a dry state.  That means you had to buy liquor and take
it to the club--pay a membership fee--and pay for ice.  What idiots huh!
Anyway, I was up in my room and went to take a bath when Stephen opened the
door to use the potty.  We lived in a 4 level house and I had the entire top
floor, with a bathroom and 2 additional rooms to mess up.  When he opened
the door I was sitting on the toilet stroking away and he said he needed to
pee.  I spread my legs apart and told him to go ahead.  I don't think he
thought there was anything weird, he was 4.  He started to pee and it landed
directly on my balls.  he had a woodie and he was no more than 2 inches and
it was skinny.  He started laughing when he peed on me and I grabbed his
little member and pointed it up to my chest.  He laughed more and I had
never stopped stroking myself so I came hard--some of it landed on his
wienie.

I told him to take off his clothes so we could give him a bath--I decided to
lock the door at that point--with 4 sisters and 5 bathrooms, they never
dared step foot on their idiot teenage brothers' floor, let alone bathroom
so I never locked the door (until then).  I helped Stephen out of his
clothes and started the bath--all the while, the cutie maintained a little
erection.  Remember me telling you I had started a marathon?  I used to
jack, then do it again immediately afterward (the second orgasm was
brutal--boy those were the days)  I had this little bundle in front of me as
the tub was filling and I asked him if he wanted to play the kissing game.
He nodded his head and I said...

"where should I kiss you first"  he points to his cheek and I kiss it.
"Where next?"  he points to his lips and I kiss it.
Next I lean near his little hardon and say "where now" and he said "kiss my
wienie" and I did it.
"I wanna kiss your wienie" he squeaked.  So what was I to do.  I let him do
it.  He kissed the tip of my head and I was hard again.
I asked is he knew what a french kiss was which he didn't.  I asked if I
could french kiss his wienie and he let me.  So, there I was sucking a 4
year old and he wanted to do it to me to.  I always let him choose where I
would kiss and he even wanted me to french kiss his mouth and he put his
tongue in my mouth.  I sucked him more and started jacking and asked if he
needed to pee again and ended up whacking in the tub while a 2 inch hairless
penis peed on me.  I think he wanted me to do that to him but I refused.
This went on for about a year until his Dad and mine got into a fight.  Mike
was making out with my stepmom and the friendship and my joys of Stephen
ended.

I never thought about the consequences though it turned out there were never
any except getting to play with a lovely little boy.


I think I'll tell you about Jake next time--another pee thing when I was 15.

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