From: URQM93B@prodigy.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Brad and The Fort (b/b, cons) 1/1
Date: 30 Dec 1995 23:54:48 GMT

To all that it may concern:  This story is true, no names have been
changed.

Warning:  This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting minor boys.  If this type of story offends you, does not
appeal to you, or if you are under the age of 18 (or whatever the legal
age in your area is) then exit this file NOW!!  Do not read further
unless you acknowledge the content.  If you don't like pizza with
anchovies, don't eat it, and don't complain about it to someone that does.
  The same applies here.  Comments are always more than welcome, and of
course, flames will be ignored.  In other words, don't bother to flame me
- you're only wasting your time.


	We lived in a apartment complex in Timonium, a suburb of Baltimore,
where my best friend Brad lived just two buildings down.  Brad was about
1 inch shorter than me, with blond hair and blue eyes, both of which were
accented by the golden glasses that he wore. He lived alternately with
his mother and his father, whose apartments were in the buildings facing
each other .  Behind my building, which was at the bottom of a cul-de-sac,
were the "woods", really just a strip of trees between the buildings and
the pool where his father was the manager .
	Anyway, he was in 2nd grade and I was in 1st, but we were best friends
nonetheless. One day, we were playing in the playground next to my
building (also next to the woods), when he announced that he had to take
a leak. I had to as well, so I sidled up next to him and began to relieve
myself.  In true little boy fashion, we had "pee battles," where the
battle intensity was almost that of Luke Skywalker vs. Darth Vader    :->.
  Then he noticed my foreskin, of which he had none. This was my first
look at a circumcised penis, and vice versa.
	"Can I touch it?" he asked cautiously.
	"Only if I can touch yours," I replied, curious as to what it felt like
without the "cap" as I called it.
	As he started feeling mine, and me his, they both started getting hard.
At that age, we didn't know what hard-ons were for, except that they were
fun to play with.
	"Let's go to the fort," he suggested, referring to our ramshackle
construction deep in the woods were we "hung out".  Once we got there, a
more organized exploration began.  We played the stereotypical "doctor"
with a menu of medical procedures, of course focusing only on the cock
and balls. He would hold up an imaginary board, and list all the options,
of which I forget the proper names, but they altered depending on who was
doing the examination. He was more into balls, so his options from me
were mostly testicular in nature, and I was the other way, liking the
penis better.
	After selecting the procedure, the doctor would pull down the
"patient's" underwear, and begin the caressing, eventually stroking all
the parts, even if they weren't in need of "examination".  All this was
extremely consensual - the only two disagreements that I can remember,
are once when I commented on the fact that he had gray underwear on,
instead of white, and to this day I don't know shy he flipped out over
that observation.  The other was when he wanted to use the "EKG machine,"
which was a leafless bush. I was supposed to put my ball sac over one of
the branches, and let him examine it.  My only problem with that was that
it was in plain view of the pool, and I did not want to be seen doing
this.
	Other than that, everything went smoothly. As I remember, his dick was
about the same size as mine was,  about 3-4 inches (I think) with the
only difference being the circumcision states, which made play all the
more fun. Aside from playing doctor, we also had dick battles, where we
would use our yangs as swords, and battle against the offending penis.
More often than not, however, we ended up feeling each others equipment,
rather than declare a winner.  Being only about 7-8 years old, we didn't
know about jerking off, but we knew that playing with your boner was fun.
We would hold each other's, boing them, stroke them, (gently) pinch them,
and a myriad of other manipulations, except jerk off.
	As I said, the fact that I was uncut, and he was, lent itself to the
fun.  Although we didn't do this very often, my most vivid memory (it's all
fading, blending into a few experiences), is when he asked what it was
like to have a foreskin.  After trying to explain it, I had the bright
idea to let him "try mine on".  We rushed down to the fort, where we
hurriedly shucked our shorts and underwear, our little boners springing
free.  We moved closer, and I pulled my skin back a little, preparing it
for the encounter.  We pressed our dickheads together, for the first time
noticing a distinct difference in coloring - mine a purplish-pink, and
his a light pink, almost the color of bubble gum.  I clearly remember the
smell of the pizza we had had for lunch, as it was inevitable to breathe
in the other's face.
	Our penises were warm with excitement, as I pulled the foreskin up,
covering all of my head and most of his.  I rolled it back and forth a
few times, the closest we ever came to true masturbation, finally just
letting it sit there.  Neither one of us moved for a little while,
feeling the breeze on our bare butts.  Finally, my skin started to hurt
from the stretching, and I pulled back.
	"Wow! I want my foreskin back!" he exclaimed, his dick swinging in the
breeze.  Little did I know, however, that this would be about the only
positive thing that I would ever hear about my being uncut.  In fact, I
was to be teased mercilessly in later years, but that's also another
story.  Actually, I've just about exhausted what happened with Brad in
the woods.  Maybe later I'll explain what happened when I slept over at
his mom's new apartment, as well as what happened at the pool after
closing (that was the first time a girl actually *touched* my dick!) but
more on that later.

Matt