Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2004 17:33:47 -0800 (PST)
From: dprthroat1@yahoo.com
Subject: I was Hooked!

Be warned... This story contains sexual situations that some may not find
to their liking.  If you might be offended, Leave now.  You must be 18 to
read this.  No one was hurt in the writing so this story and I can assure
you I was not hurt in my experience of this story.

It was the summer before my 6th grade year.  I was the typical kid in the
neighborhood, played most all day long with my peers.  We all competed to
stay in our own cliques.  There were other cliques and each were as tight
as the others.  I remember Matt, who was slightly younger than the others
in my group, he was a wild child. He had the coolest mom.  His dad was off
in Vietnam and Matt had an older brother, Jeff.  Jeff was in the 8th grade
and seemed at least twice as old as us.  And he was cool.  He constantly
ran around in cutoffs and no shirt.  His hair was long, to his shoulders
and was more red than blond.  He seemed so much more mature than us.  He
would sneak out back of his house and smoke cigarettes.  He also had bushy
armpits filled with course red hair that really intrigued me.  He had a
trail of hair from his belly button disappearing into his cutoffs.  I was
11 and he was 14, but he seemed to me to be the oldest kid in our
neighborhood.  Anyone older than him evidently found other places to be and
they weren't part of our daily world.  Jeff had to hang around home to keep
an eye on his younger brother and sister but let them run wild as long as
they left him alone.  Unfortunately, all the rest of us had moms at home to
keep tabs on us.  We all wished we had baby-sitters like Jeff.  I remember
Jeff even had a mini-bike.  He had been swiping his dad's subscription to
playboy for a long time without his moms knowledge.  I remember Matt and I
sneaking into Jeff's room and peeking at his magazines hidden under his
mattress.  I wasn't sure what I was looking for but I knew it was
forbidden.  It was exciting.

I was always trying to get Jeff to pick me to be his friend.  He was sort
of a loner since there was no one else around, his age.  Matt was way too
immature and I was intrigued by those magazines.  I wanted to see them
again.  I kept hanging around when Jeff was around and soon he took notice
of me.  I can't really remember what line Jeff used to get me into his room
but before I knew it I was in his inner circle.  Matt finally gave up on
tagging along and soon Jeff and I became fast friends.  It didn't take long
for Jeff to ask me if I wanted to see something secret he had.  Ahh,
finally, he pulled out his playboys.  He didn't know I'd glanced at them
before and I acted truly surprised when he showed me.  At first I wasn't
sure why they were so exciting, other then the forbidden subject matter or
what the reason was for looking at them, since I was only 11 or 12 and had
never thought about sex before.  I hadn't a clue as to what sex was or how
it was acted on.

In those days, playboy didn't show pussy so I didn't see much difference
except those big tits.  Jeff explained to me how soft they were and how
great it was to kiss them and suck on them.  He also said they were great
to fuck.  Fuck, what was that?  It was a new term for me and I wanted to
know more.  He explained the differences between guys and girls "down
there" and how you were supposed to put your dick into the girl.  It was
supposed to be tight and hot and wet.  Now, why that was good. was lost on
me since I had no idea that your dick was supposed to feel good.  I only
thought it was for peeing.  Jeff was very patient and explained how good
your dick felt when you got a boner and if you got a boner and stuck it
between a girls boobs with some spit or lotion, it was almost as good as
fucking.  We were sitting on his bed in his room while looking at the
magazines and I noticed that with one of his legs pulled up on the bed,
there was more of that coarse red hair peeking out of the leg of his
cutoffs. He kept rubbing and scratching at his dick and balls and was
starting to act like he was uncomfortable.  He kept talking about boners
but he called it a hard-on, because it was getting hard!  I noticed that
mine was too.  I was asking lotsa questions and he not only answered each
and every one but expounded in great detail making it all the more
exciting.

Our clandestine meetings continued over the next couple of weeks.  I was
always trying to get Jeff to take me in his room so we could look at those
magazines.  I think it was because during the time we were alone with no
one else around, Jeff seem to treat me like his friend.  I had him to
myself.  I thought we were truly best friends.  I mean, you didn't discuss
these forbidden subjects with any and everybody.  You would get in trouble.
When Jeff and I were in his room.  I felt much older and grown-up.  Each
time we got together and looked at the mags, Jeff got more and more bold.
First he jump up on the bed and would grab his crotch and readjust himself
so maybe one or both of his balls would kinda peek out from his shorts or
sometimes hang completely out!  His vivid descriptions of his dick and the
way it swelled up and actually hurt would make me shiver sometimes! I
couldn't fathom why it would hurt.  It was soon explained to me that the
only way to make it quit hurting was to jack off. Since I didn't know what
jacking off meant, I was sure interested in how to do it and why it felt
sooo good.

Jeff, offered to show me how it was done and I jumped at the chance!  He
stood up and undid the top button of his cutoffs and spread it open.  Since
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my eyes were just even with his
zipper.  He couldn't have been more than a foot away.  Then he unzipped his
shorts and pushed them down.  As he did, they fell to his knees and there
in front of my eyes was a tent straining under the pressure of his big, ol'
dick in a pair of ratty old gray jockeys.  I was surprised at the size of
it trying to poke out into the light.  He flexed it a couple of times till
I made comment on it.  I didn't know you could do that.  He promised to
show me how to do it.  Then he dropped his unders to his shorts at the same
time as he stepped out of one leg of them.  There he was, stark naked in
front of me with the biggest dick I'd ever seen.  It hung there, kinda
arching up like an iron pole welded to a post at one end.  Again, he flexed
it and made it jump a few times.  I started to giggle thinking this was the
funniest thing I`d seen.  Soon he was strutting around the room being very
animated.  He'd stop and demonstrate how he could pick things up with it
and even weight lift things.  He could hand a towel on it or lean the bat
against it. I was mesmerized..  When he stood in front of me, I was
hypnotized by his furry balls hanging in that soft leather-like sac.  They
hung way low too.  They seem to sway back and forth as he walked and the
balls moved up and down in the sac as he flexed his manpole.  I had never
even noticed my balls before, not that I could remember.  I realized that I
had a really hard woody myself but didn't know what to do.  Jeff played
with his dick the whole time he was parading a round and when he came back
to stand in front of me, his hand was on his pecker, kind of rubbing it up
and down. I was fascinated as he pulled it forward, how the skin would
bunch up around the shiny head until it would slip up partway over the
head.  Mine didn't do that!  When he pulled back it would disappear.  Wow,
that was so cool.

After it was obvious I was leaning in for a closer look, Jeff ask if I
wanted to touch it.  He just stood there quietly as I reached out
hesitantly.  First I curled my finger in his pubic hair.  I twisted my
finger around until the hair swirled around my finger.  I was in another
world.  As I ran my hand down around his balls he kinda caught his breath
and mumbled something.  I was very cautious and worked my way around until
I encircled his huge peter!  It was so thick, my fingers barely touched.
When I tightened my grip, I realized just how hard it was.  Wow, this was
unbelievable!  With my hand around the base, there was still room for one
and a half more hands!  It was a monster in my eyes.  He told me to pull up
on it and when I did the skin slid over the shaft a little.  I let it slide
back again. It was almost like an experiment to learn the properties of
this remarkable thing in my hand.  Jeff said if I did that same thing over
and over again,,, that was jacking off.  Wow, that was really neat.  I
grabbed it again but more in the middle of its length and starting jacking
it a little.  Almost as soon as I jerked it 6 or 7 times it started to
leak.  A glob of clear liquid glistened at the peehole. A big ol' drop
formed and I asked if he had to pee.  He laughed and told me not to stop.
He explained that that was the pre-lube that came out so you could fuck
better.  It was like oil, for your bike chain.  He said I should touch it
and see how slippery it was.  I touched my other hand to it and twirled it
between my index finger and thumb.  Man it was really slick.  He made sure
I didn't stop my jacking with my other hand.  Pretty soon, there was a
constant dribble of pre-lube coming out.  He reached up and rubbed it all
over the head of his dick.  It glistened like a lolli-pop.  Then he told me
to taste it off the end of his finger.  I hesitated but he pushed his
finger under my nose and the smell was intriguing.  I lapped up his lube
until I was completely sucking his entire finger.  It was so exciting!  I
shuddered from the back of my head down to my waist and was quivering all
over inside my body. Pretty soon he had me rubbing the pre-lube with the
palm of my hand all over his dick until it was all very slick and
completely covered and became very hard for me to hold on to it and pull on
the skin. All I could do was slide my fist up and down it but now I could
do it pretty fast.  It wasn't long till my arm got sore so he had me stop
and take off my shorts and lay back on the bed.  I had a super hard boner
and he proceeded to start jacking me off.  I was in 7th heaven. It was so
incredible.  I thought I was going to faint.  After he'd jerked me off a
short time I realized that as much as I loved him doing that, I wanted to
jack him off even more.  I stopped him and moved back and made him get up
on the bed and lay down.  I got comfortable and resumed my stroking.  His
dick had dried off so he instructed me to spit on his dick and it
immediately slicked up again. As he started oozing lube again he was
explaining what the ultimate goal was: to cum.  I wasn't sure what that
meant but I wanted to see.  He kept talking me thru the process and
praising me at my technique.

My face was only 6 or 8 inches away from his boner as I stroked him to a
frenzy.  I was watching and inspecting it all when he started to groan and
his dick suddenly got much harder and his back started to arch.  I slowed
down and was going to stop when he told me not to stop.  He said he was
gonna blow his wad, you know, shoot his load.  I was bewildered but I kept
on jerking it. All of a sudden a quick spurt of thick white stuff blew out
of his piss hole and I kinda jumped but he put his hand on top of mine and
kept me jerking and then moved his hand away as a second and much bigger
shot of cum shot out, this time, landing near his belly button.  He said to
squeeze hard and the next shot was about 5 inches long and flew up to his
nipple and stretched across to his little forest of red fur at the center
of his chest.  The next 2 or 3 strokes produced shots of 3 and 4 inches
with less strength.  As I continued to pump his pulsing dick, it ran across
my fist and he told me to slow down and then stop.  I let go and looked in
disbelief at the strands of manrope, lay spewed everywhere.

As I started to rub the stuff on my hand I discovered it was thick and
sticky and really slick, like the pre-lube.  He told me to rub the cum on
his belly and chest on his nipples.  His belly button was like a little
lake, filled to the brim.  He told me I should taste it but I was afraid it
would taste like shit, so I refused.  At that I notice his dick had
deflated and was starting to look like a flat tire on my bike.  I reached
to touch it and he jumped and told me to be careful, but let me gently
touch and caress it.  It was so neat, all soft and yet still soo big. It
was still longer than my hand wrapped around it.  But now my fingers could
reach around it better.  I must have played with it for 5 or 10 more
minutes until there was an insistant knocking at the door.

It was Matt, and he wanted in.  Jeff jumped up and went over and wiped all
the cum off with his curtains!.  He hollered at Matt to go away and we got
dressed and got all calmed down.  We left his room and soon found his
little brother out in the backyard no wiser to what had just happened.
Later that day, my balls started hurting like they never hurt before .  I
just laid around hoping I wasn't dying, remembering what Jeff had said
about stopping it from hurting by jacking off.  That day was the 1st time I
ever jacked off when I took a bath later that night.  I guess I was too
young to cum but it sure felt good while I jacked off.  I was bound and
determined to make myself cum by hook or by crook.  I guess I would have to
practice.  I did learn, that 1st night, that jacking off in the bathtub
made too much noise, so, that was also the last time I took a bath and have
been showering ever since.

It's needless to say that this was the first step on a life long journey.
Jeff played a big part in my early experiences.  There will be a few more
entries about him and that neighborhood.  I'd love to hear from you if you
liked my story and your critique of the piece.  E-me at
dprthroat1@yahoo.com