Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 06:19:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Shinji Ikari <ikarishinji_69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rudy's Sex Life, Part 3

This is part 3 of the story of my sex life. Thanks to everyone that has
written with feedback about these true recollections.

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I have told you about Herbie, Osvald and Alan. But I haven't said anything
about Freddy. Since Alan lived nearby, it was natural that we would fool
around together the most. Freddy lived in the same city where my
grandparents lived so it would be once a month when I would see him, or
during Christmas or part of summer vacations, when we would travel to visit
them. Not much time, but we sure took advantage of every second we were
together :)

Freddy was a great friend. Physically, he was as lean as me, white, with a
few freckles and curly hair. He looked exactly the same as the kid who
starred in the movie "Hearts in Atlantis". He was the kind of friend that
is afraid of very little, would dare anything and loved you more than a
brother.

He taught me most of the things I know about sex, and even while I was
researching masturbation with Osvald, he refined my techniques...

"So have you heard about jerking off?" he asked, making up and down motions
with his hands near his crotch.

"What do you mean?" I asked, "Like playing with yourself?"

"Yeah, a friend taught me about this a couple of months ago, but I hadn't
seen you, bastard," he said.

I was silent for a while, digesting this new information, that other boys
played with themselves regularly.

Noticing my excitement, he asked, "So, how do YOU do it?"

"Ummm...well," I grabbed a nearby pillow to demonstrate, "I usually get on
top of this thing and then I hump it like this."

"Oh, ok", he acknowledged in an unsteady voice as he adjusted the growing
bulge between his legs. "I do it differently...actually almost everyone
follows the same technique."

Wow...we were talking about "technique" now. This was bound to get
interesting.

"All right! Show me how to do it then!" I begged as my heart started
pounding faster.

"Ok, but hold on while I lock the door," he said, and locked his bedroom's
door.

He then proceeded to take off his shorts, and as he did, my breath caught
in my throat. He was wearing black bikini underwear. Now, mind me, we had
seen each other naked thousands of times...we had even fondled each other
"down there" several times. But this was different, I mean, most boys our
age used the traditional Fruit of the Loom white underpants...once in a
long while would you see a boxer. But this...he just looked unbelievably
sexual wearing them. He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful
12-year-old boy I had ever seen.

He noticed me staring at him and said, "Well, don't just stand there, take
yours off too, so you can join me!"

I obeyed orders.

We were both naked from the waist down...and this was the first time I saw
him nude after he entered puberty and boy, he was BIG. We were both around
11 and my dick was about 3 inches long back then, but his was almost 6
inches long and thick! (Eventually, his cock grew to measure about 8 1/2
inches long). I was amazed and a little embarrassed at the size
difference...but thought, what the hell, and asked him what to do next.

"Now you wrap your hand around your cock like this and start moving the
skin up and down, see?" he informed as he pumped his dick in the
traditional fashion.

"Oh, man I see...this feels great!" I let him know excitedly.

"Do you cum yet?" he asked breathlessly, not missing a stroke.

"Yeah, a little, I said proudly.

"Well, why don't we make each other cum?" he asked.

This was getting good and hot. My cheeks were bright red from a mixture of
embarrassment and excitement.

"Yeah! Lets try that!" I managed to say.

"Lay back on the bed, then," he told me.

I did. And then he grabbed my dick and started pumping it. And oh, this was
heaven...this was the first time somebody else grabbed my dick and it felt
wonderful. He kept at it for about 2 minutes and then I felt the familiar
rush.

"I'm commingggg!" I warned.

"Let yourself go dude! Go, go!" he urged me on, without stopping.

"Arrrggghhhh!" I groaned in pleasure as I had a wonderful orgasm and
spurted several warm strings of cum.

Unruffled, he kept milking my dick, until the spasms subsided. I just told
him it was great, and that it was his turn, to which he smiled and lay back
on the bed too.

I took my time, exploring his dick and balls. They were so big. He loved it
when I squeezed them. He had no pubic hair, although I could see a few
hairs starting to grow on his armpits.

"Please play with my hole as well," he asked as he opened his legs more to
give me better access to his virgin asshole.

So I started jerking him off while I rubbed his anus, and he just moaned so
loud I had to shush him in case someone heard us. I was tempted to lick his
works, everything just looked so sexy and large and his smell down there
was making me crazy. I didn't though, and continued to savor the feeling of
his soft skin over the hardness of that long shaft; loving his whimpers of
pleasure as the tried to follow my strokes with his own, uncontrolled
pumping.

He started moaning louder, "I'm, I'm..." he couldn't finish.

Soon the monster was shooting milk all over his belly and I could feel his
hole spasming at the same time he came. When he finished, I reluctantly let
him go.

"Wow, that was great, that was the first time somebody does this for me,"
he said.

"Me too," I confided, "What was that all about rubbing your hole? How does
it feel?"

"It feels great, next time I'll do the same to you so you can try it, ok?"

"Ok."

He loved when I played with his asshole...so it was logical that he would
eventually ask me to fuck him. But before we come to that, let me briefly
tell you about some other things we did.

During our teen years, one of us would visit the other for about 3 weeks
every summer vacation. Our moms were pretty much ok with it. I guess they
were delighted to have one adolescent out of the house for 3 weeks...unless
it was her turn! :) Those visits were very, very cool. Some days we would
rise early, head out to play outside on our bikes or go to the pool or play
tennis, and then just come back for some chow; go outside again; come back
before our mother had a fit; watch videos until 4 am. Other days we would
go out to see a movie, or take a bus in the city to see where it would take
us, or play Nintendo (at the time 8-bit Mario Bros. was the greatest thing
ever...yes those were the days :)). Each day we did something different,
with one exception: we ALWAYS fooled around.

I suppose it was natural. We both were young, extremely horny and willing
to have sex with other boys. Even though I already had sex with Alan...I
saw a lot less of Freddy and his big cock, so we felt we had to take
advantage of every minute we had together. Besides, Alan usually went away
to summer camp, so Freddy was a godsend.

Anyway, I remember our first summer vacation together, when we were both 12
(this was before I had sex for the first time with Alan). We were always
looking for an opportunity to jack off together; either by watching each
other do it to himself, or by doing it to the other. My favorite thing
during that summer, was taking baths together. We were still of an age
where we still could get away with it without arising much
suspicion...although I wonder if my mom never thought it weird how she
didn't have a hard time asking us to take baths that summer :)

We would lock the bathroom's door, strip each other, slowly, while the
water got hot. Then we would get in, soap each other (paying particular
attention to certain "sensitive" parts) and rinse. By the time we were
rinsed, we were both carrying steel hardons. Then, Freddy would grab his
cock and push all the skin he could towards the top of his cockhead and
stand still under the water. I would then switch the massage showerhead to
a strong stream and direct it toward his cockhead. I can still remember his
face the first time we tried that.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh, oh God!" he gasped, while he held his dick under the strong
water stream.

"Hey! How does it feel?" I asked. He gave me a glance that said
everything. His cockhead was turning an angry red and his face was
contorting into a grimace of pain and pleasure...I could not tell which.

"Oh, Rudy, please, please play with my hole," he asked urgently. I, of
course, complied and inserted a water-lubricated finger inside his tight
anus. Suddenly, without him making any movement (the water was doing all
the work) he moved away from the water and came.

"Oh, man you gotta try this!" he said in the tone of a Buddhist priest who
has just found the door to Nirvana. With such a strong recommendation, who
was I to refuse?

So I did the same thing he did, bunching all the skin I could near my
cock's head and placed it under the water stream.

"Ooooooooooouuuuuuu," I cooed. It felt weird! First a little pain, then
tickles then waves of pleasure.

Freddy smiled, and as he was about to say something...there was knocking at
the door.

"Boyyyys!" called my mom through the door, "You have been there long
enough! Dinner is ready!"

"Damn it!" I thought. Freddy just giggled. Oh well, I guess I would try it
some other time. And let me tell you, every summer vacation just kept
getting better.

For instance, on our next summer vacation, when we were 13, I gave my first
blowjob. On this visit, he came to our house, as last year (mom must have
lost a bet or something). I was having sex with Alan already and was eager
to see if Freddy would try it with me.

We picked him up at the airport, then my parents took us to a fast food
place and finally, he was unpacking his stuff on my room.

"So, what's up dude?" he asked. It had been 3 months since we hadn't seen
each other. We started to catch up on things by babbling everything we
could at the same time...it was funny and probably exasperating to any
other listener.

After some time, my parents came to say goodnight and turned off the
lights. I quietly closed the door. Now the real talk could start. I told
him what I had been doing with Alan, a little apprehensively. I was afraid
he would say that that was going too far or something. To my happy surprise
he was jealous!

"Oh, man, you have been having great fun!" he said, "Can we try it
together? I really don't have anybody back home like you do to try it
with!" he whispered.

"Sure dude! We can try it tomorrow, right now I'm dead tired," I yawned.

"Ok, sure man, I'm beat too," he replied and we both went to sleep.

The next morning something unexpected happened. Freddy woke up and saw me
asleep. He was horny as hell, so he thought of a plan to get off without
waking me (or so he thought). He started whispering hypnotic commands to my
ear. His breath was tickling my ear and that woke me up, but before I said
anything, I realized what he was up to and decided to play bravely along. I
say bravely, because I had to force myself not to break out laughing at the
beginning.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...now you are asleep and I'm talking to your
subconscious," he whispered seriously.

I was struggling not to giggle.

"You are sleep. I am your master and you will be my slave. Isn't it right,
slave?" he asked.

My mouth must have been twitching into a smile while he said this. I don't
know how I managed to speak and sound zombie-like.

"Yes master," I said.

"Who is your master?" he asked again.

"You are, master," I repeated.

"Very well slave, get on your knees," he commanded.

Now this was getting interesting. I could hear the lust in his voice and
clothes rustling...so I got on my knees, wondering what would come up
next. I could hear him approaching.

"Lick my finger, slave, do it good." He commanded.

He put his middle finger on my lips and I took it in. I started to lick it
real well, as a child would lick a very good lollipop.

"Good slave. Now suck on this large finger," he told me in a shaky voice.

I could smell what it was...and when it touched my lips there was no
doubt. I was real excited, but I don't think he noticed the tent in my
pajama bottoms...he was too absorbed in what he was doing.

Since it was my first blowjob, I had no idea what to do. Fortunately, he
was willing to do most of the work. He grabbed my head and moved his hips
in a fucking motion. I was in heaven! This was what having a cock on one's
mouth felt like! There were two cool things about it: the feel of the soft
hardness on my mouth and the musky smell of his sparse pubic hair. Also, it
felt great giving so much pleasure to my friend. And, well, he must have
been very horny indeed, because he came after about the tenth stroke,
filling my mouth with his cum. I just grabbed his asscheeks and continued
milking whatever I could, while swallowing his load. He was so turned on by
this that he came again, in a dry orgasm.

"I guess you are awake now, slave," he said.

"Yes master," I replied. Then we burst out laughing.

Blowing each other became the fad that summer. We progressed to 69'ing and
eventually perfected this technique by fingering our holes while we sucked
each other's dicks. It was, needless to say, a great summer.

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Whew! I'm now hard from remembering so many memories. After this part,
there is only one very small part left to complete the story of my sex
life. If you want to send me feedback, do so at ikarishinji_69@yahoo.com
Thanks.