Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2006 13:21:22 -0800 (PST)
From: bill bobber <givingitupgladly@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Getting Started-2

Disclaimer: Not for reading if you are a minor.

In the first story I told of how Paul and I started to experiment in mutual
masturbation. We did it a fair amount but we were always very careful not to
get caught and we also were careful about not crossing the line into anything
"gay." This was just a couple of buddies helping each other out. The fact
that I would end up covered in my friend's seamen was just part of the
whole experience. Paul was quite particular about making this very clear.
We weren't queer and neither was anything we were doing. This obviously
also prevented anything other than hand-jobs from occurring between us.
And I know that Paul was just fine with this.

The problem was that I wasn't. I was beginning to realize that I wanted
something more. I wasn't really sure what that something might be, but
more and more when we got together for our little session I would be hoping
for something more.

I know Paul looked forward to our times together. He got to have his cock
expertly stroked to a satisfying climax, with the extra bonus of seeing his
sperm land all over a willing recipient. Did he thing that I was gay for
allowing this to happen? Maybe a little, but I don't think there was a lot of
analysis going on at the time. Just good, clean fun.

However, I'm pretty sure I looked forward to our sessions a lot more than
Paul. I was completely fascinated with his cock. I just couldn't wait to see it
again, to wrap my fingers around it and feel it swell in appreciation of my
gentle touch. And I was nearly beside myself with excitement as his orgasm
would approach, and then, finally, his beautiful hard cock would spew out
it's glorious load to cover me. Whew!

When I was at home it seemed I masturbated almost constantly while
fantasizing about my friend's big cock. And I would fantasize about other
things too. About kissing his cock, and licking it slowly from stem to tip;
about taking it gently into my mouth and loving it with my lips and tongue
until (Oh God! Here I would always cum) his thick load of sperm would be
released, and I would look up at him while I gratefully swallowed every
drop.

I was also beginning to experiment with my ass. It seemed that when I was
masturbating, even though it felt fantastic, something was missing. I
discovered what that was one day when I reached between my legs down
with my other hand and began to play with my anus. Wow! It felt so good!
So I inserted a finger into my bum. I came within seconds as I wiggled my
finger up inside me.

I soon found that other objects (ie: larger objects) increased the pleasurable
sensation. Within a few weeks my favorite game was to stroke my cock
while imagining Paul's thick cock pulsing its creamy seed into my mouth
while I fucked myself in the ass with a cucumber or banana. When I came I
would catch my seamen in my hand and then savor it, wishing it was Paul's.

Of course, occasionally some of Paul's sperm would land near my mouth.
But I had to be very careful about sneaking a tongue out to capture a little in
order not to get caught. Jerking each other off was fine boy-play, but tasting
cum was clearly GAY and therefore, according to Paul, off-limits. (sigh) But
the little amount I had savored had only made me want to get even more in
my mouth.

I was beginning to realize two things. One; I was probably gay. And two; I
wanted to be Paul's girlfriend. I wasn't thinking of just hot man-to-man sex,
but sex that involved my being the "girl." I wanted Paul to treat me like his
girlfriend where I would be expected to give him blowjobs and then he
would fuck me. About this time I began stealing my older sister's
underwear. Nothing that she would notice, just a few pairs of her panties. It
made me extremely excited to wear them when I was jerking Paul off. I
would imagine that he would let me get completely dressed as a girl and
then he would make love to me like one. But I settled for him cuming on me.

Things changed however the day I found the note in my backpack. I had just
come home from another session at Paul's and was in my room preparing for
one of my private sessions when I found it. I had been looking my backpack
for the lubricant I would put on the cucumber before inserting it into my
eager rectum. Typed on a single piece of paper it read:

I know what you have been doing with Paul. I have been watching
you for a long time. I would never hurt you, but there are some
things I want you to know.
?	You are beautiful
?	I want to cum in your mouth
?	I want to fuck you
If you are interested in this offer show up after school tomorrow
behind the Drugstore.
P.S. Wear the sexy underwear

I sat stunned. Who could have written this? Was Paul playing some kind of
joke? How could they know about the underwear? Most importantly - how
was I going to be able to wait until tomorrow?



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