Date: Wed, 22 Jul 2009 19:50:24 +0000 (GMT) From: John Venn Subject: Mixed Signals Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between boys. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!! The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish! Other stories of mine may be found under 'Prolific Authors' at Nifty. Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk ******************************************************* Mixed Signals by Alexander I'm writing this while waiting for Paul to come to my house. Some of what I'm gonna write is sorta secret and some isn't, but I ain't gonna tell you which 'cause it makes it more fun to read. I was gonna change Paul's name to a pretend one, but there's only me and him in this story and I'm gonna show him it anyway, so that would be silly. We came to be good friends when him and his mum and dad moved into the house next door about four years ago when we was eight. At first he didn't come out to play very much with me, but he sometimes came to my house with his mum and dad to talk and things. One day we were all sat down talking when suddenly he went all shaky and fell on the floor. I thought I would wet myself when I saw him do this, but his mum said not to worry because he was epileptic. I couldn't even say the word at first and after they'd gone my mum told me all about it. She said that lots of people have epilepsy and it was caused by the signals in the brain getting all mixed up and making them have a fit like I saw Paul do. When I asked if people who had fits were still OK to play with, she laughed and said of course they were. Well, after that I started to play with Paul a lot, and he told me that he didn't fit very often cause he was taking some medicine for them. I thought it was interesting learning all about them, and even sometimes wished he would have another one so's I could watch, but that wasn't a very nice thing to say, so I never told him. His mum said that if ever we were out and he had a fit, then the best thing to do was leave him alone and not do anything as he would get better by himself. The only thing she said which is very important is that if he doesn't get better after about four minutes then he had to have an ambulance quick. This scared me and I hoped then that he never had one of those big fits when we were by ourselves. When we were eleven last year, Paul and me started to sleep at each other's houses sometimes. That was OK because they only lived next door and if anything big happened we could always get his mum and dad. The first time he had a fit when we were by ourselves was when we were playing a game on my computer. We got a bit excited when it got to the end of the game and suddenly he fell off the chair onto the floor and started shaking. I looked at him for a little bit and felt real sorry for him so I got on the floor with him and tried to hold him but he was shaking too hard. I was just going to get my mum when he stopped shaking and looked at me. After another minute he said he was Ok but had to sleep for a bit. I got him onto my bed and sat with him for half an hour until he woke up. After he was better he told me that he'd got too excited and he sometimes went into a fit when he got too excited. After that I didn't worry too much about him cause I knew he'd get well by himself. Another day he was sleeping at my house and after everyone had gone to bed we got up again and played on the computer in our pyjamas. This was great but we had to be ever so quiet in case we woke anybody up. Paul must've been tired cause suddenly in the middle of a game he had a fit and fell down again. I got on the floor with him and just looked, waiting for him to come round. Then I saw he'd wet himself and I felt real sorry for him cause he'd be embarrassed when he woke up and found out what he'd done. I wanted to help him so I got some clean pyjamas out of my draw and put them on the bed for him. When he stopped fitting we got on the bed, but before I could tell him about the wetting, he fell asleep. He was still wet so I took his pyjama jacket off and his trousers. He was laying on my bed without any clothes on. I'd never seen another boy without all his clothes on and I got sort of excited and my peter got hard like it sometimes did, so I looked at him all over and thought how nice he was. I don't know what made me do it, but I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hands on his chest and felt his skin. It felt really nice and soft. He didn't move or wake up so I left them there and looked at him some more. His peter was still soft and looked just like mine did. It was about two inches long, but I guessed that it would grow to about three inches when it was hard. I put my hand near it and touched it with one finger to see if he knew I was doing it. He still didn't move so I held it properly in my hand. It was really, really nice touching it and my own peter got even harder and I felt good. Then I felt his peter get a bit stiffer and bigger. I rubbed it like I did mine and it got to stand up hard and it looked much better than when it was soft. I was right, it got to be three inches big. Then I remembered it was all wet with his piss so I quickly ran to the bathroom and got a cloth with some warm water on it. I washed all round his peter and balls to get rid of the piss. I liked doing that for him and his peter stayed hard all the time, just like mine. When I'd finished I leaned down and smelt his peter to make sure that it was all clean. It smelt OK and then I did something else. I put my tongue out and licked his peter like it was a lollipop. It felt strange at first but I liked it and so licked it all round. My peter was so hard it was hurting a bit so I put my hand round it to hold it and I did the same to Paul. I was ever so excited and couldn't stop myself from rubbing us both slowly so's he wouldn't wake up. But he did and I didn't know at first. He sort of moaned and I thought he was waking up so I let go of him real fast and stood up in case he saw what I was doing. Paul had his eyes open and was staring at me, and looking at my still hard peter. I went red and was going to cry or something when he said something like, 'that was nice. Do it some more'. I didn't hear him properly so I just stood and looked at him and my peter went soft 'cause I thought he was mad at me. Then he smiled at me and said it again. "Do it some more." I knew then he was Ok with it and so I held his hard peter again and squished it a bit. He must've liked it because he moaned again and looked happy. He said to get on the bed with him, so I turned off the lights and went back to bed. We covered ourselves up with the covers and got a bit close to each other. He whispered for me to touch him again and so I put my hands down and held his peter. This time he touched mine as well and it was fantastic, I've never felt anything like it before. It was much better than when I rubbed mine, the tingly, warm feelings were much more better. We did it for ages but Paul was still tired and he went to sleep again. I stopped playing with him then as well cause I was tired too. The next night it was my turn to sleep at his house and I hoped that we would touch each other again, but I didn't want to ask him just in case he didn't want to. It was all right though because when it got to bed time, he looked at me and said he wasn't going to wear any pyjamas. I knew then that we were going to play some more. This time we played with each other's peters for ages, looking at each other and smiling all the time. He said to me if I'd rubbed mine up and down until I got a really funny feeling and felt ever so good. I said no and then he said he'd show me. He put his thumb and finger together to make a sort of circle and started to rub my peter up and down real fast. It hurt a bit to begin with, but soon I felt brilliant and I moaned with how good it was. Then I went all sort of stiff and I shook a bit, like Paul does when he has a fit, but I didn't. My peter seemed to get harder and jerked about a lot. It was amazing, I'd never done it like that before and I didn't believe how much I liked it. When he stopped, he said I could do it to him if I wanted so I did. When I was doing it, he was groaning and moaning all the time so I knew I was doing it right. When it got to the end bit he shook like I did and I felt a bit of piss or something come out of his peter, but he didn't mind, he just moaned some more. Then he had a fit. I wasn't surprised because all the electrics in my brain were mixed up as well, but I didn't fit like Paul. I wasn't at all scared because it was only a little one and he soon came out of it. He told me he liked that a lot and didn't mind fitting afterwards cause he felt so good doing it. He must've done it lots of times before I thought or he wouldn't know that, so that was OK. We did it three more times that night, and in the morning when we looked at our peters they were sort of red and sore, but I didn't care. Every time we had a sleep-over after that we played with each other, and after a few months we were both able to make sperm come out, which was even better. Paul and me do it lots now, sometimes even when we're out in the woods or somewhere. The best times are when we take all our clothes off and feel each other all over like we do when we are in bed. I can always tell when Paul has had a really good time because he always has a fit afterwards, but that's OK cause I know he doesn't really mind. What he doesn't know I don't think is that when he is sleeping for a bit after his fit, I love putting his peter into my mouth and sucking the rest of his sperm out. That is really nice and it tastes good. I want to tell him I do this, but he might not like it. One day I will though because I want him to suck on mine and tell me what it feels like. Tonight he is staying in my house and I think I'll tell him then. My peter is really hard now thinking about it and I am going into the bathroom to make some more sperm before mum comes home. The End.