Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2003 19:44:06 -0500
From: PawsWhiteBear@netscape.net
Subject: Lending a Hand

A short story for Christmas. Part 2 to come for New year.

This is a story about the discovery of sex between two boys at about the
age of ten. It is the first story based on what happened to me at about
that age. Everything was consentual and there was no force used. Me and my
friend enjoyed a couple of years together before we moved away.

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I was sitting at the back of the coach next to my friend. All the other
passengers had got off and we were on the last part of the journey to the
coach station which would take us about another hour. The dark dull winters
day had turned from a dark grey gunmetalled sky to an almost inky black.
There was nothing much to see out of the window so I had closed my eyes. I
felt my friends hand on the front of my shorts. I pretended to be asleep as
his hand gently felt between my legs. He felt round and found his target
through the material. I scarcely dared to breathe. Then I felt his hand
slip down past the waistband of my shorts. he groped round and found the
waistband of my briefs and his fingers reached in. He slid his hand down
till he found his target. I opened my legs as he touched my penis and felt
my ball sack.. I wondered what he would do next. He took my small thin
penis between his thumb and finger and pulled the skin back. He slowly
started to work the skin up and down and I rose to the occasion. Iwent
stiff mastering my full 5cm. I did not dare to react so just sat there and
relaxed as much as I could.. He started to work a little faster and I was
beginning to get this nice feeling that sort of tickled a little but felt
really good. he continued to work me up and down and I was beginning to get
a feeling like I needed to go to the toilet, but I dare not move or my
friend would panic and stop, and I did not want that to happen I wanted him
to continue doing whatever it was to me. He speeded up a bit now and I
started to get this feeling like I had to go toilet real bad. I did not
know what I was going to do. Then all of a sudden it was too late I could
not hold it any more. I was peeing in my shorts like a little boy. I felt
it squirt out into my underpants and on to my friends hand. He stopped
working on me, but left his hand round my willy, holding it just I did when
I went wee. It was hot and wet and I could feel my crutch and shorts
getting wet. I tried to hold back, but I couldn't at first it just kept
coming. Then I managed to get control and stopped it. I imagined there
would be a big wet mark on the front of my shorts, but I dare not look. My
friend took his wet hand from inside my shorts and placed it back on the
outside where it had been before and rubbed round the wet patch. I stirred
and he quickly withdrew his hand.

My friend gave me a shake a few minutes later as we came into the coach
station. I stretched and looked down at my shorts. There was a big wet
patch at the front which was very obvious. My friend looked down at it and
said. " I think you had a bit of an accident." "I don't remember." I said
lying. I was able to cover the front of my shorts with my bag as I got off
the bus, but I could not use the toilets as it was the end of the day and
they were closed. So we started to walk home. It was not very far but I was
beginning to feel like I wanted to go wee again. I told my friend that I
had to go toilet and he said he wanted to go as well. We found an entry and
went a few metres down there. I pulled my shorts down to the top of my legs
and then pulled my briefs down far enough so I could see what I was
doing. my friend asked if he could hold my willy whilst I went wee and I
said okay if you let me hold yours. We agreed and he held my willy as I let
go against the wall. The relief was terrific as I wet the wall and it ran
down making a little puddle between my legs on the floor. The stream very
soon subsided and stopped. my friend who was standing behind me pulled up
my briefs and shorts for me and we changed places.

I was nervous as I pulled his shorts down and then his undies revealing his
willy. I had never seen it before and looked at it with interest. It was a
little longer than mine, but about the same width. There was not as much
free skin at the front as mine had. It barely covered his willy. Then he
started to wee and I directed the jet to the same spot where I had just
gone wee. He kept going for a lot longer than I had managed so I guess he
was a bit more desperate to go. The stream stopped and I packed things away
for him. I managed to get a feel of his ball sack as I did that and in it
were two marble sizeded balls. I remember how jealous I felt of them as I
pulled his pants up and we made our way home. He was about eleven at the
time and I was a year younger than him. It was the first of many adventures
we had together over the years.

Simon