Date: Fri, 6 Jan 2017 08:39:46 -0800 From: William RS Subject: PENIS PUNISHMENTS 2: THE EROTIC IMAGINATIONS OF TWO BOYS PENIS PUNISHMENTS-2 PENIS PUNISHMENTS: THE EROTIC IMAGINATIONS OF TWO BOYS Business before pleasure: The standard disclaimers apply. Before you go ahead and get that raging boner reading my writing below, please consider being a good guy and donating to Nifty so writers like me can continue to explain our sexual experiences. Like the first installment, I will offer some musings and background at the end of this installment. So in the first installment, where did we leave off? Oh yes, John had his ball sack and penis "lasered" by my devilish candle drip device which was inspired by the "laser" scene that imperiled James Bond in "Goldfinger." And, more importantly, he had experienced what I believe was his first orgasm. ******* No words were spoken as he got dressed. I felt like I might have placed our friendship in jeopardy because of the silence of my best friend. I felt terrible. "John, I'm sorry." I pleaded again. He led the way as we left the tree fort. After a few steps John turned his head toward me and uttered, with a devilish look, "Don't worry, your turn is next." He smiled at me and now my fear turned back into erotic excitement! What an exciting (and a little scary) time for two sexually imaginative boys at puberty! John and I had each other to find our way through the workings of our bodies as we continued to help each other figure things out. As written previously, neither John nor I had older brothers or cousins that would have most likely "clued us in." The other neighborhood boys we hung out with were our age and younger so they were in the dark as much as we were (I think). My father and I were not as close as we should have been, either, so "talks" were not especially engaging about what boys my age needed to know about our changing bodies. The nice part was John and I trusted each other to the point we could talk about our "discoveries" and other puberty issues with little embarrassment. We felt safe with each other. Heck, we "penised" around enough as it was and playing with each others' boners was the norm when we were alone and had time to do it right. Our penis play was something we shared, as friends, and we both trusted each other to keep this secret from others. I had my first intentional ejaculatory experience shortly after the events written about in the first installment. I knew John had ejaculated, probably for the first time, and I wondered what it would take to get that to happen for me. One night, my parents and older sister were away for the evening and my younger brother and sister were asleep (I was "sitting"). I got real horny and decided to take a bath. The warm water made me even more horny and I became frantic to relieve what was this intense feeling emanating from my aching balls. I got out of the bath, dried off, went to my room, quietly, and got into bed, naked. My balls ached so much! Not really painful but, certainly, I was in discomfort. In an effort to relieve my agony, I put my pillow between my legs and gently rocked myself back and forth in an attempt to relieve my pent up frustration. The feelings became more intense and I became fearful. Still, the feelings intensified despite my fear. All of a sudden, I felt a great pulsing feeling below and behind my penis and it felt like something other than pee was squirting out of me. Similar to other "first time" orgasms experiences written by others in Nifty, I thought I had injured myself and this gave me great anxiety although I also felt very relieved and contented at the same time. I wondered if I had "ejaculated" like I had seen in the goofy sex-education film we were shown in grade school health class that vaguely showed a poorly drawn cartoon penis squirting something called "semen." The film never explained how dramatic this would feel and left us boys with the impression this was no big deal. Of course, this is further from the truth as any post-pubertal boy will tell you. After many minutes of enjoying the feelings I just experienced, I looked at my pillow and, sure enough, there was a good amount of gooey greyish-white liquid. What a mess! I cleaned it up with tissues and turned the wet spot down so I wouldn't have sleep in my own cum. A stain was there when I looked in the morning and I always wondered if my mom noticed it when it was time to do the weekly laundry. It wasn't long thereafter I discovered every boys' first true love: my hand. And then I discovered the slickness of my pre-cum felt really good, but I never produced enough to do it right as my boner would go from being slick to sticky as my own internal lube began to dry out. So I started using hand lotion I took from my older sister's drawer in the bathroom, which she never missed, and things got so much better. I had to share this great discovery with John! We were in the tree fort, alone. It was a cool day, but still comfortable enough to drop pants and "explore." "Wanna see what I can do?" I exclaimed, getting right to the point. "What do you mean?" John answered. I was already hard enough that I had to "rearrange the plumbing" in my pants. John smiled at this cue and we both had our pants and undies down and off quickly. We both were developing good patches of pubic hair atop our boners that were now about 5 inches long. I also had darker hair growing on my legs and nut-sack. I produced my tube of lotion to lube things up. John eagerly watched as I put a dollop on my acorn tip and I firmly grabbed my boyhood with my left hand. Funny how I'm right handed but for some reason, I like masturbating with my left. "Wills, let me touch it," John pleaded. And then I let John take over in my own pleasure. I was in ecstasy! John had obviously been practicing on himself and he now was using his own masturbatory techniques on my willing, eager boner. He did a continuous "down-stroke" by alternating his hands, one after the other. He then reversed this, and did a continuous "up-stroke" which made my glans swell to the point I thought it might burst as it became red with little bumps, especially at the fringe. He would tease me with light caresses of my ball sack. He would stroke fast and light, then very slow and deliberate. He would do one "down-stroke" and pause for a few seconds which made me shudder in delight with each movement of his hand, followed by the agony of waiting for it to move again. He then would speed up and would twist his hand on my erection as he stroked. "Let me see you sperm, Wills," he would say, using the word "sperm" as a verb. "Let me see what your beautiful cock can do!" His loving hands and encouraging voice put me close to my climax. I felt the now familiar sensations of a pending orgasm. "John, I'm going to squirt." "Go on, my friend, I wanna see your boy sperm." With that I let loose. John sensed my balls tightening and with perfect timing, he gave one final "down-stroke" and just held his fist firmly to the base of my boner as it began pulsing and squirting its load. The first shot arced above and onto my chest, followed by several others, less dramatic that dribbled over his hand. John then gently rubbed my now sensitive erection and spoke softly towards me. He lovingly eased me softly back to reality with his gentle voice for several minutes. God I love him! "Wills, can you do me, now? I mean, I want you to do it to me like you do yourself." He was in full boner mode and had been leaking a lot of pre-cum while doing me. I added lotion to my hand and took his already slickened rod into my hands. I wanted to copy his techniques while showing him a few of my own. While John liked to slow stroke himself, I was a "fast and furious" jerker. Quick strokes, sometime with just a forefinger and thumb which makes ones balls jump in their sack as one does it. "Slow down or you'll make me sperm too fast. I want to enjoy what you're doing." After five minutes, or so, he exclaimed he was going to "sperm" and I obliged him by encouraging John like he encouraged me with his soft voice. And so, I learned to slow down when I did John. And I discovered that I enjoyed myself much more when I did things, slowly, sometimes very slowly! And so, we added a new "punishment" to our routine. We ended up calling it the "slow penis torture" (SPT). It was fun having an acronym we could use in front of other boys and they had absolutely no idea of what we were talking about. Or maybe they had a good idea, anyway, as it was apparent that John and I were very close friends. Extremely close. "See you for SPT after school" "Yeah, SPT!" Oh, by the way, John was still planning a "payback," as he had promised. John reminds me it is "my turn." I am taken to a punishment room. He has a back pack. Inside his backpack are instruments of my impending "pleasure torture." He removes and places the instruments in front of me where I can contemplate what will befall my all too willing penis and balls. I am stripped and tied in the familiar spread eagle "X." Then, I am blindfolded where all I have are what I can hear, smell, taste and feel. And my excited imagination is running wild with anticipation. ******* Want to read more? Comments and constructive suggestions will be most welcome: wrsjrm@gmail.com Some background and post script musings. Obviously, one is hard pressed to remember exact dialog that happened some four decades ago plus. I do remember John's gentle way of talking to me. It was sweet, loving and encouraging as we "penised" with each other. At the same time, he also knew how to be mischievous and a little sadistic when things needed to be spiced up. Not all that you read here was done at the same time, but our play and what we did evolved as did our relationship. I won't say it was an adult type of love, but I loved John's ideas, his scent after he had bathed, the scent of his genital area, and pleasuring him and his penis. The sight of seeing him naked, seeing his excited boner and getting to "beat him off" are powerful memories I won't forget. What we had was a "boyish penis love" but it became more than that as time went on. Trust in each other and the relationship it fostered carried over into our adult lives, albeit not with each other. At the time we were "experimenting" and sex playing, the thought never entered our minds (or mine, at least) that the things we did had any labels or stigmas. We knew what gay meant but that was something older guys did. John and I talked about girls because most boys do, especially when they are trying to figure out their budding sexualities. We were never popular with the girls, anyway, as we were not the type of boys the girls were interested in at the time. As time went on, a few girls did become casual friends, but the thought of getting naked or trying to get naked with one was certainly out of the question. Besides, what John and I had was safe and a lot more fun than the relationships most guys had with their left and/or right hands. Will S.