Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2011 14:48:43 -0800 (PST) From: bunthorne Subject: Getting "The Feeling" I want to remember a boy named Robin. Robin's family was one of the first to move into the subdivision that was built on my family's back pasture. He had an older sister, who was the same age as Blake and I, but we played with Robin and not her. I can't even remember her name. Robin was a small framed boy with milk-white skin.. He was very fay and had a high-pitched voice. Constantly in motion and always chattering, he was a bit of a pill. When the boys spontaneously erupted into a circle jerk after swimming in the lake, Robin was the youngest in attendance. Not a hair on his body, his dick the tiniest cocklette, and his balls the size of peas. But there he was giggling and rubbing along with the best of them. The time he and Blake got me started sucking dick, I, of course, sucked his as well. It was like putting a birthday candle in my mouth. No flavor, no taste, just wax. His balls did smell slightly of urine and unwashed boy, I remember. Now at that age, southern boys (I guess all boys) like to sleep out in the back yard. It is the natural extension of sleeping over at your friends house, especially when you want to spend the evening playing with each other's penises and not getting interrupted by nosy parents. When we slept out at my house, we just threw sleeping bags on the floor of that little club house in the corner of my grandparents abandoned garage. But next door was an older house that had been around long before the subdivision. It was a ranch style and, as was often the custom in those days, when the house was constructed, a miniature version was built in the back yard of similar design and of the same materials. This would serve as a play-house for the kids and then could be a garden shed when the kids outgrew it. Robin's cousin George lived next door, so sometime we slept out in the playhouse. I don't remember much about George except that he was kind of in the nasty club and kind of not. One night Robin and George and I were sleeping out in that playhouse and George was definitely in the nasty club that night. Now for some reason Blake wasn't there and so no sucking took place. Now I think this was after Blake and Robin and I had started sucking each other pretty regularly, but with Blake not being there, and George either not wanting to do it or perhaps I was not strong enough to get to that level in the way Blake always could, we just lay next to each other playing with each other's dicks. I was lying in the middle which meant I got to play with George's dick and Robin's dick. Robin was stroking mine. Like I say, George was kind of into it and not, but I do remember that night, in the dark he said that what he wanted to do was for someone to sit on his face and let him put his nose in their ass. Robin and I were shocked at that and certainly Robin screamed "Eeewwww!" So the idea died as soon as it was uttered. I wonder if George was really fishing for a butt hole to nuzzle, perhaps even rim? But I have to say never once did any of us in those days do anything with any one else's asshole. NEVER. It was unthinkable. Well when I say unthinkable, but I have to admit that whenever we dashed from the little brace of woods to the mud hole that we swam in down by the swamp, we naked boys had to run across some open ground that only had some high grass covering it. So modesty made us kind of stoop like army rangers and run real fast to the edge of the water and dive in. I always tried to run behind Blake because I liked looking at his ass and could usually see his brown button because he was leaning forward as he ran. But that is where the thought ended. I never touched his butt hole, I never licked any lower than his balls. Of course when we started sixty-nine sucking I also got to look at his butt hole, and I must say I had nasty thoughts about sniffing it, but I never acted on them. Well after George made his bizarre announcement about what he would like to do (and I think that was the topic I had introduced because I wanted someone to say, "I want to get sucked," which would maybe get that sort of sex play going), everything just got silent and we lay there listening to the crickets and fondling each other. Then it happened. Robin had been rubbing my dick with a pretty good rhythm and I was really enjoying it. I guess I was also thinking about sucking and how much I really wanted to do that, when I felt something start happening in the pit of my stomach. Or deeper, down in my bowel. I guess I thought I was going to fart or pee or something, but this sensation just kept growing. I may have tried to say something to Robin about stopping what he was doing, but I don't think my language center was engaged anymore. Then I orgasmed. I didn't know what it was, I had never been told about it as far as I know; it was pure discovery. Ecstasy! Actually I left my body. It's true, though I don't really believe in astral projection, I certainly had the hallucination of floating up and out of the playhouse. I remember passing the rafter beams as I flew out through the tar shingles and when my prostate (having no idea what that was or where it was located at the time) started the pulse of ejaculation, I literally saw stars. I was on some sort of journey through the cosmos. I probably fainted. The next thing I knew Robin and George were sitting up on either side of me asking me if I was alright. All I could say was, "Did you feel that?" Yes, I had assumed it had happened to all of us at once. When I realized they had no idea what I was talking about, I tried to explain. Yes, at 11 years old I tried to describe an orgasm. But I didn't know the word orgasm, so I just called it "the feeling." I kept asking Robin what he had done. I need to know exactly what he did because I wanted to have him do it again. I don't think we succeeded in repeating the experiment that night and neither of the boys with me were capable of getting there yet themselves. Also I am not sure if I had an emission or not. If I had shot sperm on Robin's hand he surely would have let go with one of his banshee, "Eeewwwww's", which he did not. So either I launched my first wad over his hand into the sleeping bag and not on my tummy, or I had a dry orgasm the first time. When I got home the next morning, I figured it out right away and my career as a chronic masturbator commenced. And I did produce jism that next morning. I immediately went to Blake and tried to find out about it from him, but I was shocked to find that he was completely baffled by what I was trying to describe. So I became the titular head of the nasty club at that point because I had gotten "the feeling," and now everyone wanted to get "the feeling" too. Finally Blake did orgasm from me jerking him off but it was a couple of months later Then Blake and I became inseparable. Robin, I am sad to say, started getting intimidated by Blake and I giving each other orgasms all the time and since we had hair on our dicks and he didn't, he just started to feel left out I think. One night, Robin spend the night at my house and we were up in my room. I just wanted to spend the night sucking each other. Well, really I wanted to suck him, but at that point I couldn't admit that so we always made sure the sucking was equally distributed among the participants to protect us from being real "queers." But try as I might I couldn't seduce Robin that night. I didn't have that amazing power Blake had over all of us. One look from Blake and you dropped your pants like they were on fire. Finally I convinced Robin to take a shower with me. We stood together in the hot spray, but he was still reluctant to get into anything that stimulated. I even took my hand and a bar of soap and washed him all over, even in his ass crack. But when the shower ended he just put his pajamas on and shut down. If there was one boy butt hole I wished I had licked in those days, I wish I had licked Robin's hole that night. After college I was living at home again, as college graduates are wont to do in lieu of getting a job, and I learned that Robin was getting married. Somehow his fiance was given permission to have an announcement party at our house. I think she was a Chi Omega girl and her mother and my mother were sorority sisters from the old days, so our yard and patio were to be the venue for Robin's engagement party. How odd would that be? Well on the night of the party I went downstairs to entertain the people showing up at my home, but when Robin walked in he shot daggers at me with his eyes. He actually pushed me back with his stare. It was clear he didn't want me at his party. I knew a secret about him and it frightened him. So I just went back up to my room and smoked dope, hoping he might get drunk and come upstairs to "use the bathroom" and I would get to suck him off. Phantasies of the bong. You see Robin had grown out of being a girly, squeaky, little fruit and became a drop dead gorgeous, hunk of a man. Of course the marriage didn't work out at all. Robin was gay and had developed a real passion for getting fucked up the butt. It was the beginning of the 80's and he caught the virus having sex at the bathhouses in New Orleans and was one of the early AIDS deaths. I will end this memory here. Well, almost here; you see I think I loved Robin when we were boys, and that night I had him all to myself to spend the night, I wanted to kiss him and tell him I loved him. Of course, I didn't do that. I couldn't possibly have done that at that time. I was too filled with fear. But you always remember fondly your first orgasm, and in my case it was a gift from an angel I knew as Robin.