Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2006 21:54:12 -0400
From: Philerup
Subject: Patrick

	Patrick's mother and my mother had been friends for many many
years, and he and I played together since as far back as I can remember.
Then "Aunt" Sally moved away to the big city (population 30,000!), but she
and Patrick often came to visit for weekends. On those occasions Patrick
and I shared a large double bed -- my older brothers were by then gone, and
Aunt Sally had my room with its single bed.
	I looked forward to Patrick's visits.  We had always played well
together.  Of course, we indulged in some little-boy "you show me yours and
I'll show you mine" fooling around, but we never went beyond that stage --
until one magic day in July.
	It was a hot day and we had gone swimming, and we went up to the
bedroom to change from our damp swim suits into dry clothes. We dried
ourselves carefully with the bath towels, and then Patrick said, "Wait.
Don't get dressed yet."
	That was OK by me.  He lay down on the bed and patted the spot next
to him. I lay down beside him and he put his hand on my cock.  That was
nothing new -- we'd been touching each other for years.  We'd even had
erections. But there was something different this time. He was doing
something to my cock -- something that felt awfully good. He was stroking
it, up and down, slowly at first, then faster, and watching me with a grin
on his face.
	Something wonderful was happening down there. I'd never felt like
that before, and I wanted it to last. But then something else happened. The
feeling got even more intense and I shuddered as it peaked, and something
came out of my cock. Oh god, I thought, I peed! Patrick will kill me!
	But he was still grinning.  "That's called jerking off," he said.
"And that's giz."
	I couldn't believe anything so fantastic could happen.  "Do it
again," I begged.
	"O.K.  But you have to do me first."
	He lay back on the bed. And there was his cock, hard as a rock.  He
had the kind that didn't stick straight out, but ran up parallel to his
belly.  I started stroking it, but I was clumsy at first.  The angle was
hard to negotiate.  Finally he took over and quickly brought himself to an
orgasm.  The "giz" flw up onto his chest in thick white gobs, one spurt
after another, making my little emission of a watery fluid look pallid
indeed.
	"Now me."  I lay back and his expert hand soon brought forth
another explosion -- this time a little more prolific.
	We lay there, playing with our limp cocks, and I told him about
Aubrey and the time I tasted something from his cock.
	"Must have been giz," said Patrick.
	"I guess."
	"I'd hate to have somebody do that to me -- shoot giz in my mouth."
	"Me too."
	That session was the first of many. Every time Patrick and Aunt
Sally came to visit, we'd make a bee-line to the bedroom, where we'd jerk
each other off at least twice.  My cock was still so small that Patrick had
to hold it with the tips of his fingers, whereas he could use his fist on
his. I envied him. It would be a while before I got to that point.
	A few times I visited Patrick in Elmira. On one of those occasions
we were joined by a friend of his, and I experienced my first circle jerk.
	Then the inevitable happened. Patrick lost interest in playing with
boys and began pursuing girls.  But by then I had found George.