Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 16:12:22 -0600 From: Paul Wilson Subject: Learning the Ropes My best friend, Johnny, introduced me to masturbation when I was 11. He had suggested that we play strip poker up in his room one weekend when I was visiting. I agreed, quietly excited, since I enjoyed seeing other boys naked and didn't get a chance to very often. I really didn't know the rules, but kinda faked it, and he coached me. When we were down to just our shorts and briefs, he said that the loser had to jack the winner off. I didn't know what that meant, but I was having so much fun I didn't ask anything. Turns out I lost, and was naked in front of him, who was down to just his undies. Even so, I enjoyed looking at his nearly naked body. Then he lay back so he could take them off, too, saying, "OK, now you have to jack me off." Mesmerized by the sight of his naked body and rapidly inflating little cock, I didn't do anything. He said, "Come on, time to do me." I then told him I didn't know what jacking off was. He was really surprised, and said, "You don't know about that?" "No. You'll have to tell me." He decided that showing me was better, so he had me lay on my back and he sat cross-legged between my legs and reached for my penis, which also was getting hard from the excitement. As he played with it, I got fully hard, and it felt really neat to have his hands on me. He played with my foreskin like it was a toy, and of course it kinda was. It soon became my favorite toy. He didn't have one, and later he told me mine fascinated him. He pulled it back and forth, making the head alternate between being out in the open and covered up in the warm, nurturing sleeve. I really liked the feel of it sliding back and forth over my head. He did that for a while, and then gripped my shaft a little harder, and I could feel something happening inside me. It felt better and better, and some kind of tension was building up. Suddenly I felt a strong pulse in my penis, then nothing for a second or so, then a rapid series of pulses as waves of pleasure rolled over me. He stopped stroking, but held on tight, and I was writhing on the bed in ecstasy as wave after wave overwhelmed me. It didn't last long (I wished it would never stop), but it was incredibly intense, and I felt so relaxed and spent that I just lay there panting. "You like that?" he asked. I managed to gasp, "Heck, yeah. That was great." As I was calming down, he told me his babysitter had taught him that a year or so ago. I knew who his babysitter was - a 14-year-old boy up the street. I never dreamed anything could feel so good, and was instantly jealous that Johnny had been experiencing it all this time and I wasn't. I very seldom had a baby sitter since my older brother, who was in high school, usually took care of me when my folks were out. Anyway, now it was my turn to do Johnny, and though I was a bit clumsy at first, I got into the routine, and he jumped and panted when he came in my hand. It was fascinating to watch. That became a staple activity for the two of us from then on whenever we were alone, which we could always arrange, even if we had to go out into the woods to do it. We gave up the pretense of strip poker, in favor of just taking turns being the first to do the other. Johnny was more inventive than I was, and was always coming up with new ways to do it. He introduced me to lubrication, which I liked very much, humping in each others' butts, laying face to face and rubbing on each other, going commando, and things like that. He always seemed to have some new adventure in mind. Turns out it was the babysitter who showed him those things. I was envious of him. I finally had my chance. My folks were going to be out of town for the weekend, and my brother had a big thing going on with some friends on Saturday night, so my folks arranged for the same boy to sit for me who sat for Johnny. I was excited, and was determined to have some fun that night. When the night came, I hung close to the babysitter. I couldn't wait until it was time to settle down after dinner to watch TV. I had a plan. He sat on the couch just like I had planned. Pretending I was getting ready for bed, I put on just my shortie PJ bottoms. They were loose and of very soft, thin, cloth, and I figured I could work that to my advantage. I sat on the couch right next to him, and then asked if I could lay with my legs in his lap. He said OK, so I twisted around, and my bare knees and thighs were on his legs, partially touching skin since he was wearing shorts. I played my restless kid routine, kinda moving around, and in the process made sure one leg was right on top of his crotch. I could feel a lump. Good. Pretty soon he was lightly ticking my legs with his fingertips. I think he was testing me to see if I would make a move to stop him. I didn't. He got a little bolder, and ran his fingers up to the leg opening of my PJs, and tickled a little further up my thigh. I of course got a little boner, and with that thin cloth, it was a pretty obvious little tent down there. He noticed. Pretty soon I felt his finger brush over the tip of my penis. I involuntarily jerked a little, but did nothing to stop him, so he did it again, this time lingering with his finger on my tip, pressing down slightly. I sighed with pleasure, and he then ran his finger down the bottom of my penis and back up. I shivered. He then gripped it gently between his thumb and forefinger, and rubbed up and down a little. I closed my eyes and relaxed, and he kept it up. Soon I could feel him fumbling with the snaps of my PJs. First the top one, then the other two, and my fly fell open. I could feel the cool air on my penis, and he took his hand and laid it on top of it, with two fingers resting on my little ball sack. He just felt around a little. I was smiling with my eyes closed, so he could tell I was OK with this. By now the lump in his crotch had grown to a respectable hard rod sticking into the back of my legs. "You want to take these off?" he whispered, indicating my PJs. "Only if you take yours off, too," I replied. "OK." I got up to drop my PJ pants while he undressed. His penis was a lot bigger than mine, but not huge. Where I was about three inches and with no hair, his was about five inches, with a small tuft of light blond hair above his penis. It looked really neat. I lay back down in the same position. I just relaxed as he caressed me all over. It felt so good. Then he concentrated on my penis, stroking it gently while gently playing with my balls with the other hand. I was so excited that it didn't take me long to feel my orgasm coming on, and I jerked and moaned as it hit me, with five or six strong pulses in my penis and groin, and several more throbs as it died down. That was so neat! It took me a few minutes to recover, and he was stroking his own penis by this time, so I said, "That's my job," and moved around so I could get to it with my hands. I stroked him gently for a while, enjoying the feeling of a larger penis in my hand as I did it. He put his hand in my lap and held onto my limp penis as he approached orgasm, and when it hit him, he gripped me hard. I could feel one strong pulse, a delay, and then several more strong pulses in a rapid pace. He was holding his breath with his head back. The difference from when I did it to my friend is that sticky white stuff shot out and splattered onto his stomach, and then as the pulses died down, it dribbled out the end of his penis. I was surprised, as I wasn't expecting it. Then I remembered what we'd learned in health class, and realized this must be the sperm they talked about in such a mysterious way (those classes really didn't teach very much). I jumped up and got some tissues for him to clean up with, and he noticed I had a boner again. He asked, "You want to do that again?" "Yeah," I answered. "That was fun." This time he had me lay flat on the couch and he kneeled on the floor next to it and began playing with me. I was enjoying it, with my eyes closed, and was surprised to feel a warm wetness on my penis head, and looked to see that he had it in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around on the head underneath my foreskin, and it felt incredible. He pulled off and asked, "You like that?" "It feels great, Johnny never did that." "So, you play around with Johnny, eh?" "Yeah." "He told you about me, didn't he?" "Yup. I've been waiting for this chance for a long time." "I bet you have," and he grinned, lowering his mouth to my penis again. I was going to have to try this with Johnny, I thought to myself, as I lay back again with my eyes closed to enjoy what he was doing to me. He started an up and down motion with his mouth, sucking hard, while still massaging the head of my penis with his tongue under my foreskin, After a little while, he pulled my foreskin back and used his tongue only on the sweet spot under the head, and I could feel myself getting close. This was feeling so good I couldn't stand it. All of a sudden it hit, and he just held still while my penis throbbed in his mouth. I was wasted totally. It felt wonderful. He pulled off me and rocked back, smiling. "Great, eh?" "Sure was. I've never felt anything like that." Just then we heard a car in the driveway. It was my brother! And here we were naked in the family. Both of us scrambled to get dressed, and just in time. My brother walked in, and we were both standing up, panting. I was red in the face and just in my PJ bottoms, all flushed, as I always am. I could tell my brother smelled a rat, but he didn't say anything. He said hi and paid the baby sitter. I said thanks, and he left. My brother went upstairs, but came down again in a couple of minutes. He smiled at me and said, "Just don't let him do anything that you don't want him to do, OK?" "How'd you know?" I asked. "It was pretty obvious. You standing there all red in the face, both of you panting like you'd rushed to get dressed when you heard my car. I'm right, aren't I?" "Yeah. You going to tell mom?" "Nah. You do that all the time with Johnny, so you are obviously enjoying it. I just don't want you to get hurt." I was surprised that he knew that, and a little embarrassed. "Thanks, I won't. It was just a lot of fun. How'd you know I've been doing things with Johnny?" "Not hard to figure out. You guys are always sneaking into your room being real quiet, sneaking off into the woods like you're up to something, stuff like that. I figured you were doing something naughty, and sex stuff was the first on my list. And it feels good, doesn't it?" my brother asked. "I know. I used to do it with my babysitter, too. Believe me, you aren't the first boys to play around with your dicks," he smiled. "Better get up to bed." I scampered up to bed and hopped in, feeling very tired from all the activity. I couldn't wait to surprise Johnny with what I knew he'd been doing with the babysitter. It was my chance to do something first to him!