"It's a shark!" I screamed, diving for him and tackling him. We
wrestled a bit, and he threw me off of his back, pushing me
underwater. We played around for a few more minutes, diving off the
diving board and splashing each other in the water as Lisa grilled hot dogs
"Cam? Jay? The hot dogs are ready," Lisa called a few minutes later, leaving
a plate for each of us on the picnic table. We dried off and plopped
down on the benches and devoured our lunch. "I found something neat in
a book," commented Cam, as he licked mustard from his arm.
"What is it?" I asked, eating the last few crumbs of potato chips that were
left on my plate.
"I'll show you," he said. I followed him into the house; we deposited
our paper plates in the kitchen trash can, and as we made our way through
the living room, Cam grabbed a random volume from the Childcraft
encyclopedia on the shelf. We continued to his room where we sat down
on his bed, still in our damp swimsuits. "It's about the body," he
explained. As Cam leafed through the pages I could see various
pictures of things like doctors and nurses, as well as drawings of
thermometers, stethoscopes and other medical equipment. Eventually he
came to a series of clear plastic overlays of various body systems that
could be removed, one by one, until all that remained were black and white
photographs of a little boy and a little girl in their underwear.
"Ooh, cool," I murmured. Cam flipped the pages, one by one, until only
the picture of the reproductive system was left.
"Let's play doctor," he suggested, studying the picture. "We can
pretend like I'm going to do this to you." He pointed at the
diagram. I read the words, uncertain as to what exactly urethra
and testicles meant. I knew that it meant something between my
legs, but up until that point I had only known those body parts as my penis
"Lay down on the bed," he said, leaving the book beside him. "I'm
going to examine you." He reached for the strings of my swimsuit and
tried to untie them. I grabbed at his hands.
"What are you doing?" I said, my voice cracking a bit.
"You have to take off all your clothes if I'm the doctor," he said, getting
up to lock his bedroom door. The room was fairly dark--his blinds were
closed and only a bit of summer sun shone in around the edges of the window.
"Can we just pretend like I'm naked?"
"No," said Cam. "You have to do it for real."
I mulled it over for a moment in my 8-year-old head. I really didn't
want to let down my best friend. "OK," I said, though my heart was
still pounding. I untied the knotted string of my swim trunks and
peeled them down. Cam pulled them away and tossed them on the floor,
leaving me naked and exposed on his bed.
"First we have to check your heart," he said, pulling a toy stethoscope from
a doctor kit he had dug from the closet. He took on a studious look as
he placed the rubbery-feeling head of the toy against my chest. "It's
beating really fast," he said, lifting the head of the stethoscope and
moving it an inch or two. He listened some more. Again he moved
it, placing it against each of my nipples, my collar bone, my sternum, each
time listening intently to my heart pound.
Cam raised the stethoscope again. "Your heart sounds good," he
commented. He began to listen to my stomach, once again listening
intently as he moved the instrument all over my abdomen, which was nervously
shuddering. "Your stomach is gurgling!" he said, taking the
stethoscope off. He began to palpate my stomach with his
fingertips. I had seen this on Sesame Street and clearly Cam
had too, as he pressed down only slightly, but he clearly decided to be
thorough, as he also felt my sides and my nipples, which stiffened at his
All of this attention had caused my pre-pubescent penis to stiffen. It
was still rhythmically pulsing in time with my heartbeat, fully erect.
I wasn't sure what Cam would say or do as he looked back at his book one
last time before closing it and placing it on the floor. Without a
word he reached towards my cock and wrapped his hands around it, squeezing
it gently in his fists. He looked at my face intently as he did this
before turning his attention fully to my genitals. "It looks like
mine," he said.
With one hand he rhythmically and gently stretched the loose skin of my
circumcised shaft away from my glans and towards my body as he lightly
squeezed my glans, which was slowly turning a deep purple color. He
used his fingertips to work my piss slit open and closed, massaging the
meatus methodically. "That's the urethra," he commented, his eyes
still locked on my cock. He took a blue plastic toy otoscope from his
doctor kit and touched it to the tip of my cock. The cool plastic of
the instrument sent a shot of what felt like electricity down my dick and
into my body. He pretended to look down into it for a moment before
putting the toy away.
As he turned his attention back to my genitals, his fingers worked their way
down my shaft, probing its stiff erectile tissue. He turned his
attention to my smooth hairless scrotum, rolling my testes between his
fingers and squeezing them gently. I could feel them tightening
towards my body, as my cock continued to twitch in time with my heart.
"It's cool how it moves," said Cam. "Can you make it move?"
I nodded and squeezed something internally--I wasn't sure what to call it,
since it felt a lot like the same muscles I would squeeze to go to the
bathroom, but my penis jerked up and down. I did it a few more times,
making it bob up and down. Cam grabbed my bobbing cock. "Can you
try and make it move while I hold it?" I nodded and repeated the
motion--I could feel my penis pumping inside of Cam's fist. "That's so
Cam stood for just a moment--I lifted my head to see what he was
doing. He took a tissue from the box on his desk and wrapped it around
my penis, holding it at the base. "Pretend like this is something you
have to keep on here for a long time." He held the tissue in place
over my stiff little-boy cock, squeezing its circumference all the
while. For several long minutes I laid in the dark with Cam sitting
beside me, his fist firmly wrapped around my member. As the tissue
began to absorb the tiniest bit of pre-cum that was gathering at the tip of
my piss slit, Cam tore away the tip of the tissue, revealing only my deep
purple glans penis. With one hand he began to squeeze my cockhead as
he twisted my tissue-covered shaft with his other.
I began to feel something building up in my loins--a kind of burning, a
tension that felt like...
"Cam, I need to pee," I said.
"No, you can't go to the bathroom," he said, not taking his hands from my
hard throbbing little boy member.
"But I really... I... I really need..." I began taking deep breaths as the
burning exhilarating tension built and built, until I gasped and had what I
would later realize was a dry orgasm. My young hips bucked and I
thrust my cock involuntarily through Cam's fist, my penis throbbing again
As my loins calmed down and my penis went limp, Cam threw away the remaining
bit of tissue that he'd wrapped my cock with. "Wow," I said. "What was
"I don't know," he said, "but I made myself do it the other day. I
just kept touching it and when it felt like I had to pee it felt really
good." He shrugged as he pulled his bathing suit back on. "Come
on, let's go swim some more." And so we did.