Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 18:33:13 +0200
From: dickydoo2@gmx.com
Subject: Self-er 2

				 Self-er 2

Semen Samplin            First Fellatio Friends              Lower Lips Dick

     ...I gave her a big hug and when we split, a big grin and wave. My
head was spinning, wondering if we were going to `whack off' and taste the
`cumm' spurting out each other's `knobs'. Let the games begin...


     ...and on our way over in the back seat, Rodney slid his hand over and
squeezed my junk. Normally, being quite shy, I would have been embarrassed
and reacted by grabbing his arm, but now, liking it, I was no longer the
timid tyke, and my reaction was to grab his junk back instead. And as I
squeezed the inner clump of flesh that I was so familiar with now, my mind
became a virtual flurry of images and a plethora of words.

     Okay. Yes, like I mentioned before, in that geeky world of mine, my
nose was buried in books, constantly pushing my rimless glasses up on it,
the one thing that belied my lookalike of Justin Bieber. And, whilst
perusing an anatomical journal, I came upon a section on male human
genitalia and catalogued it in the back of my encyclopedic mind, which was
automatic at the time, just like the details of such things as the graphics
of the knee. Wasn't interested either, because back then its only function
being that as a peepee and that annoyingly need for the occasional
`vaskaline' treatment as I elucidated previously.

     All this was deeply buried in the dark recesses of my mind until I had
seen, felt and made Roddy exhibit its secondary, and well to me now, the
more important function. So I quickly blew the dust of those stored images
and terms and brought them to the forefront of my mind. Those early
`tinglies' were not only greatly enhanced when I masturbated Roddy's penis
and watched it ejaculate, but I doubled over with those tinglies when he
masturbated me, experiencing my first orgasmic delight.

     But those feelings I had when his tongue slid along the underside of
my tender glans intrigued me more. I remember reading that my glans is
covered with a pink, moist tissue called mucosa. Covering the glans is my
foreskin, or prepuce which has an inner lining that is uniquely the most
sensitive skin on the body. In circumcised males the foreskin was
surgically removed and the mucosa on the glans dried and transformed into
just dry skin like Rodney's. Guess he doesn't know what he's missing, I
sure would if mine was nipped now. Pardon me for my academic
meanderings. Geek remember.

     I then flashbacked to the feeling I had when he had licked mine. Oh
yes, but It was an even greater shiver when I licked it myself and then
when I put my mouth over it and sucked on it! Yessiree Bob! It still makes
me shiver/tingle thinking about it. I'm gonna certainly try that again when
I get the chance. And... maybe I can suck on Rodney's if he'll let
me. But... and oh... what if he actually ejaculated in my mouth?  OMG, then
what if I ejaculated in my own mouth too! And the taste of his semen, yes,
I remember, a little different than mine! Crikey, it was giving me a really
hard erection.

     Just a minute now. I`m sounding like the nerdy geek I am. Roddy gave
me as strange look a few times when I was extoling my thoughts. And he used
the jargon of the street, so I better practice some translations on my
verbiage and hope I don't error, I mean, screw up at the sleepover.

     So, traveling along, and enjoying each other's junk in our hands, I
started reviewing and converting from the anatomical terms to the street
vernacular. Like; penis – cock, dick, prick, junk; erection -- boner,
hardon, wood; semen – cumm, spunk, and oh yes, the fun functions;
masturbate – whack off, toss, jerk off, wank ; ejaculate -- cumm, spurt,
squirt and the bestest lastest, fellatio – blowjob, suck off. Oh yeah,
intercourse – fuck.

     His hand was assisted me in the making of the list in my mind,
anatomical on the left, slang on the right.  And of course, when had lent a
lip and helping hand, it made me experience the terms, and certainly helped
to fix them in my mind. Well, accept that last one. Not sure if he can help
me experience that though.

     We headed to his room with my junk. No silly, I mean my other,
overnight `stuff', my friggin `clothes'.

     He was quite surprised when I tossed that other junk in the corner,
ran my palm down my good junk that was growing down my pantleg, and
noted,"We didn't have that shower after we whacked each other off this
aft. Maybe we should participate now and assist each other to remove any
detritus we may have missed?"

     I think he was surprised at the intent in my verbiage and reached down
and squeezed my swelling shank, "Fuck Brodie!  You're a horny heavy hung
wanker now that you've fired the big one. Hooked like all the rest of us
now. Got that fast recharge rate too that virgin spurters have and I well
remember. I usually save mine up so I'll have more party favors for later,
but I guess I can bust a nut and still fill up the basket for later" I
wasn't quite yet sure what he meant again, but would add some things to my
list

     His shower was down the hall so he took out some gaunchies and shirt
and said, "Grab some of your props in case we bump into any family so
they'll think we're changing" and winked. "I shower a lot myself, and when
I have buds over, a lot of `lot'"

     He closed the door and locked it, "K Brodie, we like to strip each
other. You're my guest so I'll do you first" so I put my arms up and he
pulled my shirt up and off. He grinned as he ran a fingertip down my chin,
down my neck and onto my chest. Jeez my `boner' was starting to ache
because it was pointing down and wanted to point up.

     I shivered when he ran his finger around my areole, I mean my titty,
then onto my navel. Okay, I'll quit the anatomical terms, and stick with
slang. I wouldn't want to have an aberratio... I mean, fuck up and use
verbiage that is more than one syllable long.

     He knelt down before me and pressed his palm up and down on my growing
bulge making me reflexively jolt. Then he put his thumbs in the waistband
and slowly started lowering my shorts down, over my smooth `pubes', over
the long shaft and when it slipped off the end, I gulped in release relief
and he grinned hungrily as it smacked my tummy.

     He looked up at me and we smiled at each other, a job well done so
far. When he grasped it between his warm thumb and forefinger, I gulped
again and grasped his head to keep my balance from weakening knees. His
silken curls felt good as my fingers roamed through them transmitting the
building feelings that were growing in my loins, I mean dick.

     He kept squeezing his fingers lightly as he moved them down on the
shaft, performing the unshrouding ritual that feels so good, and when the
damp, tumescent and tender tip was exposed to the fresh air, I gasped in a
feeling of ecstasy.

     When I smiled down at him, he was glaring at it, then he looked up as
that smile formed into a lecherous and devious leer. OMG, I tightened my
grip in his hair, bracing myself for the wonderful and sweet pain of the
tongue lashing, followed by the lips snapping tight for the awesome ride
down that rough tongue till it is deeply buried and my balls collapse from
the syphoning he will give. YES!

     But he suddenly pulled off, and still holding my cock in his hand,
bared, wet and ready, looked up at me and grinned, "Hey Brody buddy, now
that I'm down on my knees, how `bout you bend down like you did before and
slide your lips over your shiny plum and give it a couple good draws? I've
heard about self-ers but I've never seen anyone up this close do a liplock
on theirs. And do just a couple because I want you to blow your load in my
chops this time and mine in yours since we just wanked each other this aft"

     I am really liking Rodney more because he can read my mind! I
certainly couldn't refuse, having only tried autofellatio quickly that one
time with him and anxious to experience the taste test even more. As I
nodded and bent over, I had a flash of his urethra lips opening on his
glans before, sorry, his piss slit, opening and spitting out a whorl of
cumm and could hardly wait for it to explode in my mouth.

     So I went down on myself remembering now how it felt in my lips, and
my lips on it. You know, when you suck on a finger? Double feelings, eh?

     He leaned in close and watched me gird myself for a single tongue
lashing, then nodded as my lips enveloped my knob and sucked it a few times
like before. It felt good as he joined in and fondled my go... nuts again,
both of us knowing that now I was building a good head, lol, of steam so I
could blow another and bigger blast of boner brew down his throat.

     Although a neophyte, I knew the steam was getting higher, so I pulled
myself off, no, not that, I mean I pulled my lips off my cock silly. He
kept my `nads in his fingers as he straightened up before me, smiling as he
shook his head, "Gawd that must be awesome! The only time I can get a
feeling like that is when I'm doin' a 69, if the timing is right!", and
baffled me again.

     He grasped the base and started to bend it down, then paused, "Think I
should wash it off? It's been in your mouth?" and I frowned,
confused. Caught me off guard till I realized the innuendo to my mother's
reminders and gave him a soft slap on the side of his head, "Biotch!"

     We giggled as he went back to him bending it down to a straight `mouth
ahead' level. He dropped his jaw, stuck his tongue out and threateningly
flickered the tip of it as he smirked up past my cock at me and chuckled
when my whole body tightened for the attack. Biotch number 2.

     And of course it all panned out as expected, shiver, gasp, head grab,
the usual from tongue ticklers, and which I secretly liked. It was foreplay
for the even more and greater body sensations I will be happily
anticipating now that I'd joined the troops bearing muskets that are
loaded.

     So, with that foreplay now having worked its magic on both of us, we
were anxious to continue our previous roles. He opened his mouth and bent
both his lips over his teeth, then closed them enough that when he pushed
them against my dickhead it had to squeeze through them. I'd heard of a
tight ass, not sure what it meant, but I sure knew how the tight lips
version felt now.

     My glans always felt so good enclosed in a hot steamy mouth with him
puffing on it again like was trying to keep a cigar lit. Whoa baby... now
the glide ride down that coarse tongue again... rubbing on my tender
coronal ridges, oops sorry, the two bumps on the underside of my
knob... and feeling like I'm going down a dark tunnel... knees weakening.

     And that they did, almost collapsing under me as I tossed my head back
and squeezed my eyes tighter, almost crushing his skull... those slight
tonguing shivers I`d had, turned to a total body rush with shudders as I
tried to... gasp more air in through my dropped jaw.

     The ecstasy of buildup triumphed when I... pinched my ass cheeks,
bucked my hips in the innate response to... mammalian procreation and
fucked his mouth...  OMG... more of those freshly grown squiggles left
their nesting eggs and streamed up my now more familiar flesh pipe... and
OMG spewed to freedom out the wide open knob lips... into the sanctity of
his welcoming throat... OMFG!! ...sparklers filled my head as he kept
squeezing my cummnuts... while syphoning my pulsing peckerhead till I'm
sure I was empty.

     Rodney pulled off my dying boner as my whole body started wilting
while I caught my breath, my heart still pounding. I lazily looked down at
him and he stuck his tongue out, and this time the results of my carnal
efforts was not a mere 3cm. puddle of dickydoo, but a proud puddle of over
6cm., having put a little more effort into it this time? Pinched my ass
cheeks tighter?  lol.

     He chuckled up at me, "Boy Brodie buddy, you're sure cookin' up a lot
more treats in that big bazooka that you're wearing. You looked like a
marionette on a string the way you bounced around with the other end of
your cock in my mouth"

     It was sagging now, so he pinched the base and squeezed down it
forcing the dregs of my kiddycumm out the puckered tip and I chuckled this
time, "Looks like you're squeezing down a cow's teat to get the milk out!"

     We changed places as he pulled his shirt off and I knelt before the
`altar of cock'. I had performed my first sacred ritual after lunch,
`handling' it quite well, emptying the chalice of its sacred semen. I was
nowready for the next move up whereby I will partake of the chalice on my
lips, so started the act of preparing for the ritual. That first handling
or jerk off one indelibly etched in my mind forever. And I planned on
performing it whenever the spirit moves me to.

     Firstly now, the lowering of vestments to bare the host, then examine
for quality and preparedness. The cassock was a bit of a concern at first,
the host getting caught in it, then when divested, it sprang to attention,
and to mine. My initial interaction with that host had been so quick and a
bit blurry from the newer hormones racing in me.  But that priestly pylon
was still quite familiar now as I pursued my checking. Yes... the head bare
already... dry, no mitre on it... hmmm... hard shaft and curving slightly
to the right...now, pull back... ah, good spring...that neat little line of
curlies, and those dangling balls, I better feel... yes still firm and
loaded I hope.

     I suppose you may be wondering about all these religious
connotations. Well, being curious about religion, and my mom not adhering
to one, I browsed through one of my favorite tomes, the Encyclopedia. This
is BC and BG too. Oh, yes, remember, I was bereft of electronic pages so
it's Before Computers and Before Google. Gottcha!

     The CatLickers kinda intrigued me, and, living mostly in a fantasy
world of my own as an only and geeky child could, thought this was a good
time to bring to life a religious ritual of my own making, albeit a little
skewed. K?

     Sorry for that ricochet.  On with the rites! Rodney's chalice for the
ritual has now checked out, pulsing and ready. I bent it down and put the
brim of his `wafer' on my tongue so I may then be blessed by a drink of
wang wine from his chalice of spiritual spew, to which he will accompany it
with his own loud varietal whine of ecstasy.

     When I wrapped my fist around his mace, I remembered the hard and warm
feeling of it in my hand that first time earlier when I whacked him off. I
bent it down and maliciously slathered the large head on it with my tongue,
vengeance for the wonderful knee bending and shiver inducing rushes he had
given me. His hands rapidly grasped at my white blond curls, and along with
his deep gasp, were the rewards tor my success. Hee hee, revenge ist mine
sayeth the cocksucker.

     Oh and I'm telling you, I sure could get used to being this robed
rouge practitioner, but I better cease my ecclesiastical nattering about
its mysteries and get back to the plain old subject of fellatio. A hard
cock in the mouth is worth two in the hand, wouldn't you agree?

     So, now, I opened my mouth, put it over the glan... knob and clamped
my lips on his hard shaft. It felt so big, warm and comfortable on my
tongue as I took a deep draw on it, a bottom of the milkshake draw, my
cheeks concaving draw, and head grasping draw. Then with lips tight on it,
I kept inhaling it as I sucked down halfway. I had started to gag so I
stopped and suckled on it, like a baby calf, complete with a slurping
accompaniment and contented murmurs.

     I had been feeling his balls and they stared contracting, kinda
pumping away now, and his cock got kinda nervous on my tongue and when he
really squeezed my head really hard, I knew he was ready to flood my oral
orifice. So I sucked harder as he did the whole shake, shimmy and shoot
routine. The first streamer of almost hot semen syrup spiraled down my
tongue so I started to swallow it, but then his cock paused, contracted for
a moment, then started to pump another stringer bursting down it! Shit! And
since I was in mid-swallow, I had to quickly pull off to finish gulping
down that first one and his swollen knob was suddenly before my eyes. And
it seemed in slow motion as its open lips finished spewing the rest of the
swirler as I closed my eyes in time and felt it smack on my lids. I slowly
opened my eyes to see a couple final burbles tumble out and stretch
down. Whew! He really broke up, and I couldn't help but join him as I
finished licking off what was oozing out my lips and wiped my eyes.  Wadda
pump gun!

     Roddy was still laughing as he rose, "Ewww... yass... I love your new
makeup...  `Lotion of Cock'?  With a 'Base of Ball Spunk?" then constrained
himself as he reached over and swiped some off the corner of my mouth, then
smelled and licked his finger as he frowned, "Ahh... a hint of `Roddy Rod',
a favorite flavour of mine." Then to carry his analogy one step further, I
swiped some off his leaking slit, then the little stringer down from my
pecker pucker and rubbed it between my fingers, nodded, then smelled it,
nodded, then tasted it. I ruminated for a moment, then got bright, "Oh yes,
now I know! A perfect blend of, let's see... yes, `Roddy Rod' for sure
and... `Brodie Brew'!  Yep!"

     We both laughed up on that one, and he chuckled, "Well I guess since
we are by the shower, we might as well enjoy each other again. I don't
think your attempt at a new facial would go over well with the rents
either"

     Since it was a tub shower, and when he bent over to turn on the water,
his bare ass suddenly turned me on too. I wasn't sure how he might react,
but then I realized we had just sucked cocks, so I reached down and
squeezed those enticing bare white globes. And to my surprise, his reaction
was to stay bent over and spread his feet!

     He looked over his shoulder, "Who's that knocking at my back door?"
and I felt his gluteus maximus pinch in my hands, making them dimple. His
anus wrinkle puckered too, so I giggled, "Just little ol' self-er me. And
you just blew me a kiss with your lower lips!"

     "Well we're not kissin' cousins yet, we're suckin' cousins. But you
can touch those lips if you want, but watchit, they might bite!"

     Gawd I've never had so much erotic fun in my life. Wished we'd
connected earlier. I know I liked running my finger around mine, so I did
it to his as it kept kissing it at me, so I pressed the fingertip in and it
clamped and sucked on it. Just like mine does! Great! And as I did it, I
noticed between his legs that his dangling scrotum was contracting and I
loved the feel of them as they were bigger than mine, so I fondled them at
the same time. Oops, blood's a pumpin'...

     It startled me when he put his feet together and straightened up,
pinching my finger in his asscrack so I pulled out and he turned. His rod
looked like it was filling up as mine was, and he said, "Well Brodie cuz, I
think I've loosed a wild tiger. As you can see, I'm enjoying our deepening
relationship as much as you, but we have to head out soon. And I'm curious
how the overnight will progress when I release the tiger on my other buds
tonight. So let's jump in the shower and clean off the detritus... shit you
got me talking like that... the `evidence' of our family `bonding' this
aft. K?"

     We climbed in and enjoyed each other again, another intense cleaning.
When I started on his penis and gonads, it suddenly dawned on me that it
was only yesterday I was that geeky kid who hadn't even been naked in front
of anybody since my `vaskaline' days. And jeez, here I am, shy little o'
me, not only naked with somebody else, and not just handling someone else's
junk, but having masturbated it and performed fallatio on it. His
reciprocity was not only a mind blower, but a penis blower, bonding us.

     Shit, it just dawned on me too, with my hormones so heightened at that
moment when he asked me if I'd go to the sleepover with him, I had replied
so quickly that I didn't have time to let my shyness overcome me. Shit. so
now, the panic sets in.

     "Uh... Rodney... this here sleepover... uhh... I won't know
anybody. Should I really... like... uh...go do you think? They're... likely
older than me too" Not too nervous, but then he is working on my balls at
the moment.

     He stops, my junk still in his hands, and looks up at me, frowns, then
grins as he bounces my cock up off his palm a couple times, and grins
"Well, Brodie cuz, this flopper and all the attached junk will make you the
star of the night. And yes they are my age, except Blake is bringing his
cousin Maddox who's about your age, so the two of you should get along
pretty good. K? I know that you have loved everything so far so be ready
for even more fun!"

     Junk, flopper, star, more fun? My shyness suddenly surfaced along with
a touch of reticence, "Are we... gonna get like, naked with everybody?"

     "Sure will! He's got a pool and we always go bare balls in it so
nobody cares because everyone else is swinging. Well at least at first. And
you remember after lunch you were shy at first, then you stripped. Well
then how do you feel now? Look. We're both used to it now... well most of
the time. And they'll get used to your... you after a while."

     Well that made me a little more comfortable now. And when I think
about it, I used to enjoy running around naked till my mom didn't' like my
stiffy. Hmm... if I get one now...  oh well worry about it later... but
I'll get see a lotta penises and gonads too! And since I am really liking
the look, the feel, the.. uh taste of them, all different, and some may be
hard and...maybe then...and... Yep! What the heck, I'm good to go...


     DD
     Dickydoo2@gmx.com

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