Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2015 16:29:56 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 2

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This chapter is about Larry and Q and how they cement their budding
friendship. It also with the sexual awakenings of Larry and his friends as
the preteens reach the cusp of puberty.

CHAPTER 2
AWAKENINGS

[Larry Sanders]

"We should have eaten breakfast at the café," I said as I ate my bowl of
instant oatmeal.

"Why?" Phil asked. "We'll be eating at a restaurant the next two mornings."

"You're assuming we will be playing on Sunday," I replied.

"Is that assuming too much?"

I laughed. "Oh, Phil, where would I be without you?"

"Probably still sitting down for breakfast having oatmeal somewhere."

"Yep, and wishing I was having breakfast with somebody who had a
monumental ego."

"Moi? With an ego? You're referring to me?"

"You've tempered it some," I said. "At least you don't have an insufferable
ego."

"You mean I did at one time?"

"What, you don't remember sixth grade?"

This time it was his turn to laugh. "You have a long memory. Besides, you
thought my ego was big because I had confidence in myself, and that upset
your fragile world view. So, what brings up sixth grade?"

"It's just that I've been thinking about those days. It's a wonder we ever
became friends."

"It was all about the sex," Phil said, a big smile brightening his face.

"That didn't come until later."

"Yeah, like the first time I was in your bedroom."

"That wasn't real sex. It was an accident."

"The real stuff wasn't that much later. And besides, we'd both received our
sexual awakenings before we ever did anything together."

"Which was a good thing considering how we saw each other in the
beginning."

We certainly hadn't had a great start to our friendship. The first day of
school was a hint to me that the angry boy didn't want to be friends with
me, or with anybody else. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be friends with him,
which didn't stop me from trying.

Phil gave me a sweet peck on the lips—okay, it was a bit more than a peck,
but you get the idea. "I'll clear breakfast," he said, "and you go take your
shower so you can get to school." Phil and I usually didn't breakfast
together on weekdays since he went to work much earlier than I went to
school. Today he would get to school around nine-thirty and help load the
bus which was scheduled to leave at ten.

He noticed my tumescent state and gave me that sexy grin of his.  "Be sure
to spend your shower thinking about baseball, not about sex-starved
middle school boys."

"Baseball is my top priority," I said.

"That isn't what your sub-conscious seems to be saying."

"But, I was thinking about you and me back in the day."

"Like I said, sex-starved boys."

After setting the shower, I had to smile at Phil's comments on the two of us
being sex-starved. I suppose we were when you figure we were on the
cusp of puberty with sexual feelings starting to attack us far faster than we
could deal with them. Phil was right that we'd had our awakenings, but that
only meant we were somewhat clueless, instead of totally clueless, when it
came to the subject of sex.

My awakening came during the winter of my fifth grade year. As I'd
mentioned, I had four really good friends along with a lot of secondary
friends. I hope it doesn't sound like bragging when I say that I was a
popular boy, but I was a popular boy. I was good looking, active in sports, a
top student, and had a friendly, outgoing personality—all the main
ingredients for popularity.

Q was my absolute best friend, of course. We were close to inseparable.
We had gone to the same school since Kindergarten, where we met. We
were in the same class in Kindergarten, second, fourth, and fifth grades.
We played on the same soccer, basketball, and baseball teams. We were
allowed our first overnight Memorial Day weekend toward the end of third
grade. After that we had overnights either at his house or at my house
every chance we got.

That summer Jung, Perry, and Daniel got involved in our overnights, but at
age nine they were benign affairs, at least sexually. We managed to
expend enough energy that our parents made us suspend our group
sessions for a while. After they relented, the five of us had more slumber
parties, involving us and others; sometimes it was any combination of the
five of us. Sex wasn't a part of those overnights, unless you count hyped up
and giggling nine-year-olds flashing and mooning each other as being
something sexual.

After we entered fourth grade there were more of these overnights. We
enjoyed seeing each other naked when we could, especially Jung, who
was uncut and therefore much different, but we didn't really know what to
do with our nakedness. One thing that did happen on quite a few occasions
was us becoming intrigued with each other's erections, when we popped
one, which became a bit more frequent as time passed. Q and I talked
about those nude games frequently on our dual overnights.

"The top of Jung's wiener almost pokes through all that skin when his dick
gets hard," Q once observed.

"That is really weird to watch. I wish I had a lot of skin like that instead of
getting it cut off like what happened to the rest of us."

"Me too. Jung says it feels really good to rub his fingers across his wiener."

"It feels good to rub the top of my wiener, too, when it's hard."

"Perry says Dean told him it's called a boner when it gets hard."  Dean was
Perry's older brother. He was twelve at the time. We all thought him to be
very worldly. He was not a redhead like Perry; instead his hair was jet
black, but he did have a dusting of freckles on his cheeks and nose.

The whole business of show-and-tell moved up a notch in January of our
fifth grade year. We were all ten and becoming more and more interested
in things sexual. The person who started me to the next level was Q. Were
you expecting it to be somebody else? He and I were having our first
overnight since winter break. We'd had our usual fun playing games,
watching a movie, wrestling, kidding each other, joking with my parents,
and being energetic preteens.

Q and I played on the same basketball team and we had a game in the
morning at ten. We had no problem getting to bed a bit early to be rested
for our game. This was different than getting to bed early for school; we
only did it then because we had to.

Q and I had long ago quit sleeping together in our pjs. Our sleeping garb
was now a t-shirt and underpants or, on a warm day, just underpants. I
liked sleeping without our t-shirts on. When we did that I snuggled up as
close to Q as I could, just close enough not to touch, but knowing we would
touch eventually. I enjoyed the feel of Q's soft, warm skin against my bare
torso. I often wondered if he felt the same those moments when we
touched.

We'd both been casually dressed all evening, each wearing a t-shirt,
basketball shorts, socks, and underpants under our shorts. All I had to do in
order to be ready for bed was strip off my shorts and my socks. Q and I
stripped down, thinking nothing of it. It was something we were used to
doing. It was stripping naked that gave us pause. That was something we
had to be in the proper mood for. What surprised me was Q taking off his t-
shirt. This was January and that was something we only did when the
weather was warm

As if reading my mind Q said, "It always gets warm when we sleep together
and I keep wanting to take my T off so I figure I might as well do it now and
then not have to be hot later." What he said made sense to me. In fact, my
ten-year-old mind told me that maybe this move was because Q liked it
when our bodies touched as much as I did. My reply was to pull off my t-
shirt, too. We were now clad in just our white briefs. I glanced in the
direction of Q's crotch, a place I really enjoyed looking at, although I wasn't
sure exactly why. There was no doubt that the bulge in his briefs was
caused by him having a boner.

We went to my bathroom together and brushed our teeth. Being the well-
raised boys we were, we also flossed our teeth, albeit somewhat half-
heartedly. When I finished I walked over to the toilet to pee. I was aware
that Q still had a boner. While that knowledge stirred my groin some, it
didn't automatically bone me up like it would in a year or so.

I pulled my briefs down below my balls and ass, exposing myself to my
best friend. "Aren't you gonna pee?" I asked. I hoped he would come over
to the toilet soon. I was learning about myself well enough to know that if I
didn't pee quickly I'd be has hard as I knew Q was. My group of friends had
no qualms about being together, whether in groups of two or three or, if we
were outside or had the proper space to do it, all of us together.

"I have a boner," Q said.

"I know, I can see it in your undies."

"It's hard to pee when I get one. Even if I can get it out, I miss the toilet."

Since I was now beginning to get a boner of my own, I let go with my flow
while I could. "I'm getting one, too," I said as I held my little hairless cock
down in order to get my stream into the toilet bowl. I managed to pee
everything out, but Q was bouncing around the little bathroom like he was
Tigger or something.

"I gotta pee bad," he whined.

"I ain't stopping you."

"But I can't pee through my boner."

"I can pee through mine, but I gotta be really careful."

"You aren't me."

"Why don't you try it," I suggested. By now I was hard too. I had hoped the
act of urinating would keep my dick from rising, but it had a mind of its own,
which was happening more and more often. Without planning it, Q and I
were standing face-to-face with our little hairless willies rock hard and
almost touching.

"Mine's bigger," I whispered, not knowing why I said what I said and why I
was whispering. I knew my parents wouldn't be able to hear us.

"I think mine is," Q whispered back. This was not the first time we'd seen
each other hard. The two of us along with Perry, Jung, and Daniel had
seen each other with boners quite a few times. We'd even touched each
other and oohed and aahed about how naughty and nasty we were. I saw
those sessions just like that—naughty and nasty. But, I never thought of
them as sexual. We all had boners, which we knew had something to do
with sex, we touched each other's privates, which we knew had something
to do with sex as well, but we never saw what we were doing as sex.

What Q and I were doing now, however, was different. This had a feel
unlike those sessions. The atmosphere was suddenly sexually charged
although neither one of us could have expressed that feeling. All we knew
then was that this was something unlike what we did before.

"We can compare them," I suggested. "We can put them together to find
out." The idea of touching our dicks together was quite a radical concept for
two preteens like us. It was a huge step away from simply looking at them.

"Yeah, that would work, I guess," Q said.

We stood in the middle of the bathroom as though paralyzed; two naked
ten-year-olds sporting boners that had to stretch to reach three inches, both
of us breathing funny. We were unsure of what to do. Looking at each
other's boners was fun, but actually touching them together—well, I don't
know what was going through Q's head, but I was wondering if actually
touching our dicks together could be construed as sex. If so did it mean we
were homos? Everything we'd heard about being a homo was nasty and
bad and I certainly didn't want anybody to think I was somebody who was
nasty and bad.

Still, I was drawn to the idea of us touching and comparing and doing
something naughty. After all, I thought, we were best friends, so anything
we did together couldn't possibly be something that would make us homos.

I took a couple of steps toward Q, but stopped when he said, "I can't do it, I
gotta pee real bad." He was bouncing from foot to foot.

"So, go ahead and pee," I said, somewhat frustrated that the atmosphere
had suddenly changed.

"I can't. I got a boner," he said for what seemed like the millionth time.

"I know, I can see it, dummy. Just stand over the toilet, push it down, and
pee through it."

"That never works for me. I can do it some, but I end up peeing on the floor
or something."

"So, pee in the shower. That's what I do when I can't do it in the toilet."

"That sounds way too nasty," Q protested.

"Then pee on the floor, but quit complaining and do something."

"If I pee in the shower I'll get pee on my feet or on me. It'll be gross."

"Turn the water on."

"Your parents will think somebody's taking a shower."

"For somebody so smart, you can be so dumb sometimes."

"Well, it doesn't make much difference, cuz my boner's gone now."

Q walked over to the toilet and finally took care of business. I looked down
at my member and it was looking right back up at me. My erection was still
there. I watched Q take his piss, wishing he still had his boner and was
doing it in the shower instead of in the toilet. I also wished he still had his
boner so we could still touch dicks to see who was the biggest. I decided
we could do that when we got back to my room because Q might have his
boner back.

My boner disappeared as we returned to my room. We were now naked
ten-year-old boys with little flaccid dicks that barely hung down over our
smooth, tight balls.

The sexual charge that had been sparking between us was gone. I thought
we might end up sleeping naked, but when Q pulled his briefs on I followed
his lead. We crawled into my bed. I turned off the light and thought about
talking about what had just happened in the bathroom, but I didn't have the
experience to know what to say. Instead, we talked about tomorrow's
basketball game and fell asleep, keeping a small, but safe, distance
between us.

When I woke up the next morning, we had moved and our bodies were
touching. Once again, I liked how Q's warm, soft skin felt against mine. I
had a boner, which happened on occasion in the morning. I was certain
that this one was different, that it was caused by Q's chest touching me and
by his arm being wrapped around me. I wiggled my body so that my
erection touched him through our underpants. That convinced me that this
boner was different. Now, worse than ever, I wanted our bare erections to
touch. But we didn't have time to mess around. We had to get out of bed
and get ready for our upcoming game.

We showered separately, pulled on sweats, socks, and a t-shirt, and ate
the waffles my mom cooked for us. When the time came, we donned our
uniforms and my parents took us to our game.

Our team, Jubilee Drive-In, won easily by a 38-15 score. It was our second
league game and we were off to a 2-0 start. We had also won a pre-season
tournament over Christmas break. Coach Zimmer, our coach was a stickler
for fundamentals. He was teaching us a controlled offense, although we ran
when we could. He was also teaching us to play an aggressive, in your
face man-to-man defense, which was very intimidating. I had a great deal
of respect for Coach Zimmer, as did the rest of the team, and we played
hard for him.

He had coached us the year before as fourth graders in a fairly low-key
league. This year the level of competition stepped up some. He was to
coach us through seventh grade and had a big influence on me as a player,
as a person, and later as a coach. I found I loved learning the fundamentals
of the game and I loved playing hard and playing to win. He was one of the
coaches who served as great role models for me.

After the game, the team met at the restaurant and had milk shakes which
were provided by John, who was the owner and our sponsor. Jung, Perry,
Daniel, Q, and I were all on the team and were a big part of the twelve
player roster. Sometimes lunch was part of the deal, but not after this
game. That didn't stop our parents from buying us hamburgers and fries to
go with our shakes.

"I thought you were going to score as many points as the Trojans," Jung
said, referring to my twelve points.

"He would have if coach had played him more," Q said. "Coach has to
figure out what is most important, my buddy Larry outscoring the other
team, or us having good sportsmanship."

"You know Coach Zimmer doesn't like to run up the score on teams," I said.

"That's okay except when my best friend has a chance to make history."

"How do you know that would have made history?" Perry asked.

"It has to be. Have you ever heard of somebody outscoring the other team
in a game?"

I told him I'd heard of it. In fact, Jung, Perry, and I had all done it in the
same game the year before when we blasted a team 42-7.

"Don't confuse things with the facts," Q argued. "If I say Larry could have
made history, then he would have made history."

"You could say this," Jung said. "Larry would have outscored a team that
scored in double figures. That has to be history."

We argued the issue a little longer until Coach Zimmer came over and
congratulated Daniel on getting ten rebounds. Like I said, Daniel is the
tallest player on our team, and even though he is pretty quiet, he plays like
crazy under the boards. He loves to get rebounds. I could tell he was proud
of his accomplishment.

"I think that is Daniel's first ever ten rebound game," Q said.

"Today the Rookie League, tomorrow the NBA," Jung crowed.

"Ten rebounds for Daniel. Now that is what making history is about," I said.
That got Daniel to blushing, but his smile and sparkling eyes let us all know
that it was a blush of pride and not of embarrassment.

"We should all spend the night together," Q suggested.

Perry quickly let us know that his family had plans and he couldn't spend
the night. Jung had the same problem. On top of that, since this was a last
minute idea, nobody had bothered to arrange things with their parents. The
result was Q was going to end up at my house again. We agreed to ask our
parents about the following weekend and plan from there.

After our postgame gathering at Jubilee, we all went our own ways. For Q
and me, going our own way meant him spending another night at my
house. Our mothers kept telling us they might as well adopt us and make
us official brothers since we spent so much time together. Neither Q nor I
could figure out how us both being adopted by two different families was
possible, but decided there must be a way for it to happen or our mothers
wouldn't make such a big deal out of it. It didn't take us too long to figure
out we were having our chains yanked by our moms.

We were both smart boys and shouldn't have fallen for their shenanigans,
but our moms weren't usually the ones to yank our chains—that task
normally fell to our dads. We were always prepared for them to give us shit,
but not our moms. Which is not to say our dads couldn't get the better of
us, because they did so all too often. It's rough being preteen concrete
thinkers.

When we got to my house we quickly got comfortable. That meant us
stripping down to t-shirt, underpants, and sweats. We ended up playing
video games, having dinner, playing cards with my parents, watching a
movie, and still retiring to my room by a little after nine.

"Now what do we do?" I asked.

"After last night, how can you ask that?" Q questioned right back.

"What happened last night?"

"You don't remember us being in the bathroom and um...you
know...getting..."

"Oh, you mean us getting boners," I said.

"Right. And when we had boners you wanted to put them together to see
who was bigger."

"I did say that. I guess I was getting all weird." Now that I knew what
direction Q was heading, I wasn't sure how good my idea had been. After
all, it might be a gay idea. But I'd already determined in my head that Q and
I weren't homos, therefore it couldn't be a gay idea.

"So you don't want to do it?" he asked, with a hint of disappointment in his
voice.

"We need to take a shower," I said. "We haven't showered since I don't
know when." I hadn't showered since the day before, and I'd played a
basketball game during that time along with all of the non-stop movement
found in the day of an active ten-year-old boy.

Before Q could say anything there was a knock at my door. "Come in," I
said. My mother entered the room. Since I'd turned ten my mother and
father had been real good about respecting my privacy. There was the
expectation that I keep my room clean and reasonably straightened, but
that was no big deal since I'd always been pretty neat for a boy. I was
expected to change my bedding and make sure my wash made it to the
laundry room. While my mom folded my laundry, I had to take it to my room
and put it away. As a result my room was mine unless I gave my parents a
reason to come in. At ten years old I couldn't think of anything I could do
that would make my parents suspicious. That attitude wasn't going to last.

"Hey mom, what did we do?"

"It's not what you boys did, it's what you didn't do."

"Huh?"

"You both should take a shower before going to bed. You've managed to
work up a big sweat today. If you're going to sleep in the same bed..."

"What your mom is saying is that we stink," Q said. "Right Mrs. S?"

"Well, I was just telling Q we should shower," I informed her.

"Oh, really?" my mom asked.

"Serious. I did say it, didn't I Q?"

"Yes, he did. Which I think means GMTA."

"GMTA?" mom asked.

"Great Minds Think Alike!" we both shouted out.

"Take your showers and don't use all of the water. I'll hug you both good-
night now."

"Mom, you don't need to hug me tonight," I said quickly. Apparently she'd
gone deaf because she hugged me anyway and, to make it worse, gave
me a kiss on my forehead. I was mortified.

"Would you like a good-night hug as well, Q?"

"No thanks, Mrs. S, I am really allergic to nightly hugs."

"Oh, that is really sad, Q. You are missing out on one of life's great
pleasures. I hope you can overcome that handicap as you grow up."

Right after mom left the room, Q and I both broke out laughing. I dropped
on to my bed and was giggling hysterically when we heard another knock
on my door. My bedroom was becoming a popular place. "Enter," I said
between giggles.

My dad opened the door and came part way in. "I just wanted to tell you
two nutcases good-night. Don't worry, there will be no hugs. I wouldn't want
Q breaking out in hives." We both told him good-night, still spurting out bits
of laughter. He closed the door and we could hear him laughing as he
walked away.

"Your dad calls us nutcases," Q grinned. "Him and your mom are total
nutcases."

"I know, and I gotta live with them every day of my life."

"Dibs on first shower," Q said.

"Ain't gonna be a first shower."

"What do you mean no first shower? We're not gonna shower after all
that?"

"Mom said to save hot water. The best way to do that is to shower
together."

"I like how you think."

Honestly, I was not thinking of sex, I was just thinking of being naked with
Q. Maybe we'd get boners and compare them. That was another reason
that putting our boners together wasn't gay, because for it to be gay it
would have to be about sex. My newest thought was that putting our dicks
together was about the two of us getting information, like comparing our
heights.

We stripped quickly and headed to the bathroom. I got the shower going
and Q approved of my temperature setting. I stepped in and he followed.

"You're not going to pee are you?" Q asked.

"What makes you think I am going to pee in the shower?"

"Because you talked about it last night."

"I was just saying I do that to get rid of a boner, and we don't have boners."

That status was short-lived as I felt myself getting hard. I was afraid to look
down and check. If I didn't look then it might not really be there. I didn't
want Q to think I was getting a boner simply because I was naked in the
shower with him.

"Well, you have a boner now, so are you gonna pee?" Q asked.

I then looked down at myself saying, "Well, yeah, I guess I do have one.
But, don't worry, I'm not gonna pee in the shower."

"I'm getting a boner, too."

Of course I looked right at him to see if it was true. It was. I watched his
hairless thingy get harder with each beat of his heart. It made mine feel like
it was getting harder by my watching his moving to a full erection. "Damn,
you got that quick."

"Want to compare now?"

Yes, I did want to compare, but I didn't want to seem too eager. "Let's get
washed so we don't waste hot water and make my mom mad at us," I
suggested.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

We washed our fronts, including our balls and erect penises, something we
each got a bit of a thrill over. I could tell Q liked it from the way he looked at
me. Then I washed Q's back and he washed mine. But he also washed my
butt cheeks. I liked it when his soap filled hand rubbed along my crack. It
never occurred to me to wash his butt and I was afraid that if I asked him to
turn around so I could do so I would end up looking like a perv. Since he
didn't ask me to wash his, I didn't do it.

After we rinsed I turned off the water. We dried our fronts then I took my
towel and dried his back. I wasn't going to miss out on this opportunity. I
not only dried his butt cheeks, I let my towel work into his crack. I got an
interior jolt in my butt as well as my penis when he spread his legs some to
allow me better access. I couldn't help but wonder if he was getting turned
on by the same things as I was. I know I was as turned on as I'd ever been
in my life and that included the scene in the bathroom the day before.

"Are we gonna do it?" Q asked as we entered my room, shucking the
towels on the floor. He seemed to be even more eager than I was this time
around, which was fine with me. If he really wanted to do it, I wouldn't seem
like a gay person because I wanted to do it, too.

"I guess, if you want to," I said.

"Yeah, I'll do it if you want to." Suddenly we were at a stand-off. We each
wanted to compare our boners, but we didn't want to confess it, even
though our erections were all the confession that was necessary.

"Let's just do it."

Without another word, I walked up to my friend, facing him, our bodies
maybe six inches apart. He took a little step towards me. Our
skinny little boners were now only a couple of inches apart. I cut the
distance to an inch. I could feel Q's breath and the heat radiating from his
body. The question now was which one of us would close the gap to zero.

The answer was me, the current and future gay boy, although I didn't know
it then. I took the last small step and the head of my penis touched his. I
stifled a moan and shuddered and I could feel Q do the same. I didn't
realize that taking measurements could feel so good.

"I think yours is a little longer," Q whispered hoarsely, "and mine is a little
bit thicker." He pushed hard against me as if he wanted to squeeze even
more feeling out of his little boy pecker.

"Yours is thicker but it's hard to tell who is longer. You're a little taller than
me so let's lay on my bed and do it." I backed away from him, breaking the
connection. I realized immediately that I wanted that connection back. We
lay side by side on the bed and I quickly turned so I was facing Q. He got
the hint and turned onto his side.

"We should put our dicks together from right where they start," I said,
referring to the base of our erections where they came out of the scrotum. I
wasn't yet able to name that area of the body.

"You mean where they come out of our crotch?" Q asked, still speaking
with a hoarse whisper.

"Yeah." We placed ourselves together again, our cocks touching, our balls
touching, our chests touching as our hot bodies stuck together some from
the sheen of sweat on our smooth skins. We both looked down at our
genitals and came to the same conclusion as before—mine was a little bit
longer.

"Maybe it would have been easier to use a ruler," I said.

"This was more fun."

Q left me the opening to say what I was truly feeling. "It was a lot more fun."

Neither one of us tried to break the contact between us. Q pushed harder
against me like he had when we were standing up. I didn't resist and
pushed back. He pushed—I pushed. He pushed—I pushed. It felt so good
we both moaned some and emitted little squeaking noises.

This time I moved things up to the next level as I started humping his cock.
Q responded by humping back. I put my arms around him to pull us even
tighter together. He wrapped his around my shoulders. I could feel his
breath as his face was virtually touching mine. We pushed and tugged and
humped, saying nothing, but making noises that were our way of
communicating to each other how we were both being overwhelmed by
feelings we never imagined our bodies were capable of.

I didn't remember it happening, but I found myself on my back with Q on
top of me. His face was next to mine. I could feel his smooth cheek against
my own. I could feel his nakedness against my own. I could feel his hard
little cock grinding into by body. And I could feel his breath and hear his
moans—or were those my own moans? Whatever, my body shook, my
balls ached, my cock felt like it was going to explode, fear gripped me as I
became overwhelmed with sensations that threatened to knock me
unconscious. I had no idea what was happening to me.

Then I croaked out a grunt that was followed by a high-pitched squeal. My
perineum started to spasm, my little cock shook out of control, every feeling
I had was wonderful and I wanted this to never end.

I heard Q say something. I thought it was, "Holy hell, what just happened to
me Larry?"

I tried to answer, but all that came out of me was a whoosh of breath as the
same question raced through my mind—what the hell had just happened to
me? What had happened to us? We'd just had our first orgasms is what
had happened.

After we calmed down, Q and I talked about the sexual experience we'd
just had. We relived it. We analyzed it. We agreed it was frightening. We
agreed it was wonderful. We knew we wanted to find out more about it, but
not from our parents. Whatever it was that happened, we knew it involved
sex and that we did not want our parents to know we'd done something
sexual together. We wanted the naughtiness to belong just to us, at least
until Monday, when we planned to share everything with Perry, Jung, and
Daniel. We both hoped that our friends would know things we didn't.

It wasn't until morning recess that we were all able to get together on the
playground and talk.  Our three friends hung on every word Q and I had to
share as we described our experience of the night before.

"You had an orgasm," Jung said knowingly. Since Jung knew many things
that I didn't I nodded my head in agreement, even though I had no clue
what an orgasm was. Jung and Perry gave us a quick education on
orgasms.

"Now you need to learn to jerk off," Perry said after they finished.

"What is jerking off?" I asked.

"Me and Jung do it all the time. It feels really good."

"If it feels so good, how come you never told us about it?"

"Cuz, I found out about it from my brother a while ago and I showed Jung a
few days ago."

It seemed we were all learning about sex at the same time.

"I haven't learned nothing about nothing," Daniel complained.

"We need a major overnight with all five of us," Q said. "I'll talk to my mom
about using our house."

"You got lots of room," I said.

"All of us have lots of room except Perry," Q pointed out.

"That's not my fault," Perry said, looking a bit put out.

I put my arm around him and told him that nobody was blaming it on him.
"You'd still be one of us even if you lived in a tent," I said.

We ended up having that overnight two Saturdays later at Q's house. We
gathered there after our basketball game, which we won 28-22 in a hard-
fought game. We kept our uniforms on after the game.

"You boys brought a change of clothes for after you've showered, right?"
Q's mother asked. We answered that we had. "Then shower in the big
bathroom upstairs. Be careful you don't use up the hot water."

We had learned that the best way to not use up the hot water was to
shower together. Q and I took the first shower. It wasn't our first one
together, but it was the first one in which we washed each other's hard little
cocks, and hairless tight balls. We also washed each other's asses. We
didn't bother to hide our boners when we paraded into Q's room after the
shower.

Perry, Daniel, and Jung were naked and ready to hit the shower next. The
shower was a walk-in shower, but it would still be a tight fit for the three of
them. Q and I told them not to have sex in the shower since that was for
tonight. It felt strange to be talking about having sex, especially talking
about it with my best friends.

The three of them were back within fifteen minutes; all but Daniel were
boned up. "Looks like you all got sexy," Q observed.

"Except Daniel," I added, pointing to his flaccid penis. Q and I had stayed
naked while the other three showered, playing a game on his computer.
When the showers were done we all dressed so we could go downstairs.
The time for nakedness would come later.

The rest of the day was spent shooting hoops in the driveway, eating, and
having fun while staying out of mischief. Even though the weather was
cool, it was dry. The cool temperature didn't stop us from working up a
sweat, negating the showers we had taken earlier. Since we were all ten
and eleven and just on the cusp of puberty, our sweat did not yet lead to us
emanating strong body odor.

That night Q's mother invited us to set up camp in the large family room.
"Your father and I promise to stay out of your way," she said, addressing Q,
but at the same time talking to all of us. I was hoping we'd end up spending
the night in Q's bedroom which would afford us more privacy; after all we
had an agenda to fulfill. We'd spent nights together in the family room
before, even getting partially naked and playing grab ass along with
grabbing cock and balls. But this time we were more serious—after all, the
word sex had come up more than once.

At nine-thirty Q's parents abandoned the family room. They said they'd
watch television in their bedroom and reminded us that they wanted to see
all of the furniture in one piece in the morning. None of us laughed at their
joke; instead we loudly protested their lack of faith in us.

"It's not that we don't trust each of you," Q's father said, "it's just that we
don't trust all of you together."

"Dad," Q protested, "we're not that bad."

His dad ruffled his hair, embarrassing the shit out of him and getting the
rest of us to laugh at him. "At least my mother didn't hug me," Q said in a
huff. "That would have totally sucked."

We waited for half an hour before starting anything. We left the TV on with
the sound turned down and talked about some of the girls in the fifth grade.
We talked about what boys were rumored to have kissed somebody and
who might have pulled somebody's panties down, but none of us had any
firsthand knowledge, just hearsay from other fifth grade boys.

A little after ten Jung got us on track, saying we needed to get things
started. "How are we going to do this?" he asked.

"I thought you and P were the experts on jerking off and were going to
show us," I said.

"Quit calling me P," Perry said. We all giggled at what was a new routine for
us. "We are going to show you" he went on, "but we all gotta get naked and
get boners and then we're ready to do it."

Q shrugged and stood up. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. He peeled
off the shirt, looked at the door behind him as if to check if his parents were
spying on us, then yanked off his boxers. "I've got a boner," he said as if
none of us noticed.

His hairless erection, sticking out of his crotch and pointing proudly up into
the air, looked as beautiful as it did the first time I saw it. I was glad he went
first because I had a boner, too, and I didn't want to be the one to be
embarrassed by showing everybody first. I decided what the hell and stood
up, taking my shirt and briefs off to become the second one to be nude. I
looked over at Q and wished we could mash our cocks together again,
wondering if he was thinking the same thing.

Jung was the next one to strip, his light brown skin and uncut cock making
him look exotic. He was followed by Perry, who stood in front of us with his
unkempt red hair and pale, skinny body almost glistening in the light of the
room. Both of them were rock hard. Now only Daniel was dressed, if you
called a t-shirt and gym shorts being dressed. "I haven't got a boner yet,"
he confessed.

"Why not?" Perry asked.

"I don't know."

"So just get naked and we'll figure out how to get it hard," I said as I tried to
show off my newly acquired sexual wisdom. Daniel shrugged and joined
the rest of us, his little cock lying softly against his ball sack. I knew he
could get hard, because he had a boner when he started his shower, even
if it went soft at the end. I was wondering if maybe somebody would have
to take a shower with him to get him hard.

"Somebody needs to help Daniel get a boner," Q said.

"Okay, since I've done this before, I'll do it," Perry said. "Sit on the couch,
Daniel."

Daniel sat down and Perry sat next to him, with the rest of us sitting on the
floor watching them. Perry started fondling Daniel's balls and we watched
as his cock stirred some. I was rubbing my own little erection and I noticed
that Jung and Q were doing the same to theirs. Perry now had three fingers
around Daniel's dick and started masturbating him. Daniel seemed to get
harder with each stroke by Perry.

"I do this all the time," the redhead said. "My brother has lots of circle jerks
with his friends and they let me do it with them if I jerk some of them off."
What Perry did sounded like a lot of fun to me, making me wish I had a
thirteen-year-old brother to teach me about this kind of stuff.

"Okay, I think I'm hard," Daniel said. There was no question about that.
"You can stop now."

"Don't you like it?" Perry asked.

"Yeah, it feels awesome, but I want to do what everybody else is doing."

Perry let go of his slender prize and Daniel moved down the sectional. Jung
got up and sat in the space between them. I looked at Q and we got off the
floor and sat on the sectional at a right angle to the other three.

"This is called a circle jerk. I do them all time," Perry reminded us.

"I think we're getting the idea that you do sex with your brother and his
friends a lot," Q said, echoing what I was thinking.

"It's not sex, it's a circle jerk." Perry tried to downplay what he was doing,
but I couldn't help but think there was more to what he was doing than just
jerking off. I wondered if he did stuff like Q and I had done on my bed the
other day.

"What you do is put your dick in your hand like this," Jung said as he
demonstrated.

"We don't have to pull down our skin like Jung is doing," Perry told us.

"Well, duh," Q said. "It would be hard to do since we don't have any."

Since there wasn't anything complex about what we were attempting, the
five of us quickly set to work on ourselves. Perry mentioned ways to
making our dick heads feel good and demonstrated how to play with our
balls—all things that would make it feel better. We tried doing the things he
showed us and it did make the feeling better.

"Or you can spit on it," Perry said.

"I don't have to spit on mine because I got my skin," Jung said.

Perry spit a big loogie on his hand, which grossed everybody out except
Jung, who'd probably seen Perry do it before. He then rubbed his spit onto
his slim, pink cock. "It feels way better this way," he said. "Or you can put
lotion or Vaseline or that kind of shit on it too."

"We have some in the bathroom," Q volunteered. "Want me to get some?"

"We'll use some next time," Perry said. He had taken charge of the circle
jerk, which was surprising since Perry and Daniel were usually the
followers in our group.

"Just don't pee over your wienie to make it wet, that stinks," Jung said,
which grossed us out even more than Perry's spit. I wondered if he had
really done that.

"Do you and Jung ever do it to each other like you did to Daniel?" I asked
Perry.

Perry looked over at Jung for guidance. I detected a slight nod and Perry
answered, "Sometimes."

Well, I didn't care if it was gross or not, I spit on my just over three inch
erection and went back to whacking it. Perry was right, it did feel better, but
it also didn't last real long before my fingers wore the saliva off. It didn't
matter, I simply spit on myself again.

None of us was talking now; things had gotten serious. The feelings my
cock was giving me were awesome, but not as good as what I received
when Q had humped me. But I could tell that this jerking off business was
worth the effort.

"I'm getting some lotion," Q said. "I'm tired of spitting." He got up and
started out of the room.

"What if your parents catch you naked?" Daniel, ever the worrier, asked.

"They've seen me naked before," Q said.

"But not with a boner."

Q ignored him and kept going. We figured he thought it was easier to do a
run and snatch of the lotion than it was to pull on his boxers. We all hoped
he wouldn't get caught, but just to be sure we each grabbed a couch pillow
and placed it over our crotches.

He was back a minute later carrying a bottle of hand lotion. "I think my dad
saw me," he said. Daniel quickly scrambled off the couch holding his pillow
in front of him and grabbed his shorts from the floor. I was about ready to
follow suit until I saw that Q was unconcerned.

"It was dark in the hall. Maybe he saw my butt, but I don't think he could tell
I was naked." We all relaxed some. "And I don't even know if he was
looking in the hall. I never saw anything, I just heard it."

"Then how do you know it wasn't your mom?" Daniel asked.

"I dunno, I guess it could have been. Could have been the cat, too."

"What are you doing scaring us like that, Q?" I asked.

"I wasn't trying to, I just heard something."

It took us a couple of minutes to shed our pillows, get some lotion on us,
and get started again. We complained and griped some, but soon we were
back to enjoying our little joy sticks. In fact we were enjoying them even
more after spreading the lotion over them.

That was how my first time actually jerking myself off happened at a circle
jerk. I remember being as fascinated watching my friends doing themselves
as I was with what I was doing to myself. I know my friends all felt the same
way. The way we ten-year-old boys saw it was that what we were doing on
the sectional in Q's family room was serious sex, although we would soon
be modifying that outlook.

Perry was the first to have an orgasm. We all thought it was because he
was the most experienced in the group. He moaned, shook, and told us
how great it felt. As the rest of us continued, he told us about how his
brother and most of his friends could shoot cum and how cool that was to
watch.

What Perry said got Q going. His hand was flying and he became the first
one of us to cuss while cumming. "Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck, dudes, I feel
it, I fucking feel it." He twirled his hand around the head of his cock, which
was covered with hand lotion, squeaked out, "Fuck," one more time, then
just made weird noises as we watched his cock twitch and his body shake.

I couldn't stand it anymore and followed him by a few seconds. My hand
was flying as my body jerked, my dick jerked, I made strange sounds, I
grunted, and then fell back against the couch back with the second best
orgasm of my young life.

Jung was next and he surprised himself and the rest of us. When he
finished we saw that he had produced a small clear drop at the head of his
penis.

"Wow, guys, I think I did a cum like Perry says his brother does. Look!"

Of course we all took a close look and, except for Perry, were all suitably
impressed. "That's beginner cum, like what Marcus used to get. Dean and
most of his friends shoot their stuff over themselves," Perry said. I was
getting tired of his telling us how much better the older boys were at this. I
thought we could probably figure that out for ourselves.

That left Daniel. He'd had trouble getting hard to start, and now he was the
only one who hadn't had an orgasm. No matter, when he came he almost
fell off the couch. It was his first time, and even after watching the rest of us
he wasn't prepared for what happened. When he sat back up he gave us a
funny grin and said, "That's the best thing ever. No wonder everybody likes
sex. I wonder why my parents hate it." Like everybody but Jung, his orgasm
was dry.

The family room had its own small bathroom where we peed and brushed
our teeth. Q had gone to the big bathroom earlier because that was where
the lotion was. Perry and I shared the room, brushing our teeth at the same
time. I walked over to the toilet after finishing my brushing and started to
pee. Perry quickly stood next to me and started peeing as well.

"Me and my brother and his friends like to pee...," he started.

"I know, you all like to pee together," I finished.

"Sometimes they even pee on me."

He jerked his body toward me, but kept peeing into the bowl. "Sheesh,
Red, don't even think about it."

"Don't call me Red."

"Your brother and his friends are totally gross," I said ignoring his retort.

"You can pee on me whenever you want to. You can do it now if you want."

"Like that will ever happen, and it sure won't happen now; I'm all peed out.
Besides, we'd have to clean it up."

Jung, Perry, and Daniel each slept in his own sleeping bag. Q and I shared
his, sleeping naked and enjoying the feel of each other's bodies before
drifting off to sleep. Perry, of course, had to tell us how his brother and his
twelve and thirteen-year-old buddies often shared sleeping bags or a bed
and how sometimes he got to sleep with an older kid. It wasn't until later
that we would learn what those older kids would do to him under the
covers. Q and I were happy we could do what we knew the older boys did,
which was sleep together. Nobody begrudged us sharing our sleeping
bag—except maybe Perry who, I'm sure, would have loved to share with
somebody as well.

When I woke up, I found Q's arm wrapped around me and his body half-
way onto mine. I also found myself with a rock-hard boner. I wondered if I
could jerk off with Q almost hanging on to me. I put my hand on my nearly
three-incher and started to work. My actions woke up Q. I looked into his
bright blue eyes and whispered good-morning. He yawned and his eyes
fluttered shut. I kept masturbating, going slow to try to keep Q from
catching me.

I wasn't very successful as his eyes opened again. "Are you jerking off?" he
asked.

"I had a boner," I said, wanting to make sure he didn't think I was a sex
fiend because I was jerking off first thing in the morning.

"I do, too," he said.

Without asking permission I placed my hand on his erection. After all, the
two of us had our first orgasms rubbing our cocks around each other, so I
didn't see a problem with me touching his boner. His erection was warm
and hard and pulsing. I had one hand on his boner and one hand on mine
and felt like I was in heaven. Daniel was right, how could anybody not like
sex?

I had two erections in my hands for only a brief moment. Q pushed my
hand away from my cock and replaced it with his own. We started stroking
each other, doing what we knew Jung and Perry did together—jerking each
other off. I heard a stirring and saw Perry sitting up, his skinny, pale chest
and belly exposed while his sleeping bag covered him below the waist.

"Are you guys jerking off?" he asked.

"We're jerking each other off," Q told him.

"Cool. That's the best way to do it. I love it when..."

"P, don't even think about mentioning your brother and his friends."

"Don't call me P. You know I don't like it." Being a little put out didn't stop
him from pulling down his sleeping bag flap to give us a glimpse of his own
boner. Watching him expose himself got Q and me to jerking each other
even harder. But that was as far as anyone got. We heard a noise from
outside the room. Q and I let go of each other quickly and Perry ducked
back under his sleeping bag.

"Good morning, boys," Q's mother said, looking into the room through the
entry. It was an open entry with no door, which shows how much we
trusted Q's parents not to bother us. I mean there we were last night, five
naked little boys totally horny together for the first time, sitting on the
sectional jerking ourselves for anybody to see. We were either very brave
or very stupid.

"Mom, can't you let us sleep in? It's not a school day."

"It's past nine and it's time for you boys to get cleaned up while I prepare
breakfast."

We all groaned, but knew we'd lost this battle before it had even begun. I
wondered if she'd noticed that Q and I were in the same sleeping bag or
that our underpants and t-shirts were strewn around the room.

"How are going to get out of our sleeping bags?" Jung asked. "We're all
naked."

"I got my shorts with me," Daniel said.

"What, you weren't naked?" Perry asked.

"Yes, I was," Daniel said while waving his shorts in the air. "I put them in my
sleeping bag. I just wanted to be prepared."

"Just like a Boy Scout," Jung said.

Daniel pulled on his shorts, then he gathered up our stuff. He handed our
clothes to us so we could get dressed in our sleeping bags. Q and I would
have to wait for another time to jerk each other off.

When breakfast was ready, the five of us seated ourselves in the dining
room, clad in the bare minimum: t-shirts, underpants, and socks. "You boys
and your underwear," Q's mom said. "You'd think it was a crime to be
dressed."

"Well, you're wearing a bathrobe and a nightgown," Q pointed out, "so
you're barely ahead of us."

"And they are boys being boys," Q's dad said. "I'd be worried if they
showed up in a jacket and tie, not when they show up in their underwear."
We all agreed with him as we started digging into our pancakes. I definitely
liked how he thought.

The night when Q and I dry-humped each other, and the circle jerk at Q's
house, were when I awoke sexually. I was hooked. After I got home the day
after the circle jerk I couldn't get my mind off of having my fingers wrapped
around Q's cock. I wanted to do that again, only all the way to its
conclusion. And of course I wanted Q's hand back on my cock. My hand
ended up giving me the third best feeling I'd ever had after my first two
orgasms. I could tell that jerking off was going to be a good habit.

Between my awakening and my getting on the bus to head for my first day
of middle school I discovered a little more about sex. Perry was our guide
and he was more than willing to share the things he learned from his
thirteen-year-old brother. Some of the things he talked about we didn't want
to do. Some of the things he did he didn't want to share, at least not until
we were older. But being friends with Perry probably made us more
sexually aware than a lot of the boys in our sixth grade classes. But, as
sexually sophisticated as we thought we were, in the end we were still
preteen sexual bumpkins who were just scratching the surface.

To be continued...