Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2015 22:59:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: One Sunday Morning

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One Sunday Morning


I was fourteen the first time I ever had sex with another boy. It was my
cousin and he was eleven. I was very naïve, not only about sex, but also
about life.

I was raised by my grandmother and I was a very dutiful boy. I went to Mass
twice a week, Wednesday nights and Sunday mornings. I first remember
getting erections when I was about eleven or twelve, I didn't know anything
about sex so I just sort of waited until they went away. I definitely
remember having them during the summer of my twelfth year when I would wear
very light cotton pajamas to bed. The light fabric was very slippery and
seemed to stimulate my boyish penis. In the summer I used to go to bed
before it got dark, consequently I could see my penis pushing against the
thin fabric. While I remember occasionally getting erections in school, I
don't recall the other boys talking about their having them, although I'm
sure they did, until I reached seventh grade. Since I was such a "good boy"
none of the other boys included me in any sex talk and, of course, the
Church wouldn't allow any sort of discussion about reproduction in school.

I started growing at thirteen. I wasn't fat at all really, but I was very
chunky; I was actually muscular, my thighs and bottom especially, but I
didn't have an athlete's definition. My penis and testicles started to
mature at this time. They were chunky, too, but not exceptionally large,
just average. I started getting hair down there at thirteen; it was reddish
brown, just like the hair on my head. I noticed I was getting erections
more often, probably because my penis was bigger; my erection was about ten
or eleven centimeters long and very plump. I especially noticed it in the
mornings; it really bothered me because I had to wait for it to go down to
pee. I told you I was very naïve, I didn't even know about ejaculation
until it happened.

One morning I awoke, having been asleep on my back, feeling an intense
sensation under my covers from my hard penis in my pajama bottoms. Wave
after wave of breathless pleasure surged between my legs from my bottom, up
through my scrotum, and out of the very tip of my penis. I could feel the
wetness and thought I was peeing myself. After it stopped, I lay there
literally panting. When I got my breath back, I lifted the covers and saw
that the front of my pajamas had a large, wet stain over the top of my
still stiff penis. I knew it wasn't pee. I lifted the elastic waist of my
pajama pants and saw a creamy mess surrounding the top of my penis.  I
didn't know what it was.  I wasn't scared that something bad had happened
like I've read some boys thinking when they had their first ejaculation; I
was too overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure.  No, I was just confused by such
an unexpected experience. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom before school
and washed the front of my pajamas with water in the sink, surprisingly not
thinking that much more about it.

About a week later it happened again. I thought it was because my penis was
rubbing against my blankets at night. The very next day when I awoke I had
an erection.  I decided to test my theory by rubbing myself against my top
sheet and blanket. I was on my back with my hands at my sides and I thrust
my erect penis against the bedcovers using my hips. I felt a tension
arising in my scrotum. My penis got stiffer in my pajama bottoms and it
felt like it was burning at the tip. My buttocks tensed and I felt a surge
arise. I held my breath and pushed onwards. I gasped as I came.

Considering the mess it made in my pajamas, I decided not to rub myself
against the sheets again after that and to experiment with my pajama
bottoms pulled down and the bed covers thrown off completely.  Since the
intensity of these feelings was the greatest at the tip of my penis, I
tried rubbing there.  I arrived at a method of stimulation that gave a
similar feeling as rubbing against my bed covers: pinching my foreskin in
the tips of my fingers and rapidly jerking with short strokes.  I spurted
mostly in my foreskin which prevented a larger mess and I usually cleaned
up with a tissue or a worn sock.  I did this only about twice a week
despite the pleasure of it, not knowing it had a name or that it was
something other boys did.

I found all of this out and more when my cousin came to live with our
grandmother.  My grandmother took him in for about six months while his
parents had problems; they eventually divorced, but this was never spoken
of in our house.

Bucky was a friendly boy of eleven, almost twelve.  Happy-go-lucky,
surprising given his difficult home circumstance, he was my opposite not
only in temperament, but in many other ways as well.  Bucky had raven locks
that curled in large wayward, nearly unkempt strands whereas I had straight
auburn hair.  Bucky had long black eyelashes and his pupils were a dark,
dark brown, they almost looked black; this made the whites sparkle in
contrast.  My eyes were deep blue. Bucky was thin and lean, not surprising
given his near constant level of activity.  He talked enthusiastically and
was ready to try anything new; whether sports or befriending others.

One thing we did share due to the space available at our grandmother's
house was a bed.  This fact directly leads to the central subject of this
story and it began the very first night.

++++++++++

My cousin Bucky wasn't shy about his body. When was time for bed, Bucky
just stripped off all his clothes and stood there completely naked while
folding them and placing them on the chair next to his side of the bed
before putting on his pajamas.  I was a bit shyer and consciously turned
away from my cousin while getting undressed. We both got under the covers
and talked for a short while, mainly about why Bucky had to come and stay
with Nana and me, before drifting off to sleep.

I awoke early, just as it was getting light. I hadn't played with myself
for a few days and I stood hard in my pajama bottoms. I looked over and I
could see and hear that Bucky was still sound asleep. I threw back the
covers on my side of the bed, pulled the tops of my pajama bottoms down,
and started playing with my foreskin. Because Bucky was there I really
didn't intend to masturbate to orgasm, I just wanted to play with myself a
little because it felt good. I hadn't really considered all the
implications of sharing my bedroom with somebody else.  As I lay there
diddling myself, enjoying the sensations of my fingers moving my foreskin
to and fro over my glans, eyes closed in pleasure, I wasn't quite as
attentive as I should've been.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I replied hurriedly, abruptly halting my self-stimulation.

I didn't really think out what would happen if my cousin discovered me
playing with myself, the thought hadn't occurred to me.  I didn't want to
tell my cousin what I was doing because I didn't want anyone to know that I
played with my penis to get it hard and to get white stuff to come out, I
didn't think that this happened to anyone else.  I also didn't want anyone
to know of my habit because it gave me pleasure and getting pleasure from
playing with myself seemed wrong if anyone else found out about it.

"Are you jerking off?" Bucky asked matter-of-factly.

I didn't know what "jerking off" meant, but I didn't want to lie there with
my privates exposed, not out of embarrassment from Bucky seeing me naked,
but out of bashfulness at having my private morning activity known to
another.  I thought the sooner I could end the conversation the sooner I
could avoid acknowledging my activity, I could pretend that this habitual
activity wasn't something that a boy like me would do.

"No, I'm just checking myself, that's all," I perfunctorily responded.

Bucky didn't get the message that I wanted his accidental attention to end
and he kept on talking.

"It's okay, I know all about jerking off," Bucky explained, "Some of the
older boys in my old neighborhood showed me and my friends how to do it.
Me and Willy and Sam do it together all the time in a wrecked house after
school.  A few times we did it in school in the lavatories, but we were
afraid we might get caught and sent to the principal's office so we didn't
do it there again.  We do it in the woods, too.  The older boys showed us
in the woods and they shot their come on a log so we could see it.  Do you
shoot come?  You got hair so you must, although some guys with hair don't
shoot and some guys with no hair can shoot.  Sam doesn't have any hair and
he started getting some come before I left, but it was just a drop.  How
much do you shoot?"

I didn't know what Bucky was talking about so I answered, "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You shoot don't you?"

I didn't say anything.  Bucky continued.

"If you shoot you have to know how much, whether it's a drop or a bunch of
ropes.  Which is it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I answered honestly, "What do you
mean `a bunch of ropes?' "

"You know, when the jizz shoots out of your peter.  Do you shoot a bunch of
ropes or just a few drops?"

"What's `jizz?'"

"What do you mean `what's jizz?'  When you jerk off white stuff comes out
of your peter, right?"

"Y-yeah."

White stuff did come out of my peter.  How did Bucky know about this?

"That's jizz."

"Oh."

"Does it spurt out a bunch of times or just a drop or two?"

"I don't know.  I sort of hold my covering closed.  Some leaks out, but
most stays in," I explained.

"Oh," Bucky responded with a look of clarification, "I bet you would shoot
a rope or two if you didn't hold yourself closed.  I jerked Ethan, he's
thirteen and has hair like you, and he shot out a couple of ropes."

"Do you ...?" I hesitated to ask, but Bucky didn't wait.

"Me? No, I don't shoot yet, but I do get `the feeling.'  That's why me and
Willy and Sam do it all the time."

Other boys are doing this?  Other boys are getting the same feeling?

"Hey, don't worry.  I won't tell Nana.  I can keep a secret," Bucky assured
me in a confidential tone.

"Okay," I responded feebly, more taken aback by the dawning realization
that other boys knew about this than any real fear of my cousin telling on
me.

I had drooped by this time, mainly out of embarrassment having been caught.

"Well, I've got to go pee," I declared, mainly trying to put an end to our
conversation, but also it was true.

I pulled up my pajama bottoms and jumped out of bed.

"Wait for me, I gotta pee too!" Bucky declared excitedly.

We both went into the bathroom and we peed together.  It was the second
time I'd seen my cousin's penis and he had been here less than a day.  I
enjoyed peeing with Bucky even though it was naughty. I liked seeing his
penis.  And I liked it when he looked at mine.

++++++++++

The very first full day that Bucky spent in his new home was a Saturday and
Nana told me was my responsibility to be a good host and make sure that
Bucky felt comfortable here. She told me to take him out and show him the
neighborhood and play with him so he wouldn't feel so lonely at having had
to leave his family. I did what I was told and Bucky and I had fun
exploring the neighborhood and playing together for that whole day.

After dinner that night our grandmother told us we needed to take a bath
and get cleaned up so that we would be ready for Mass the next morning. We
went upstairs to our room and I, being polite, asked Bucky if he wanted to
go first.

"Why don't we just take our bath together?" my cousin replied.

I hadn't thought of it and I was embarrassed when I did, but I agreed,
curious about seeing my cousin's naked body. We took off all of our clothes
but our underpants, made our way to the bathroom, closed the door and ran
the bath. As the tub filled, we slipped our underwear down off each foot in
turn and stepped into the warm water.

I looked at my naked cousin. Bucky had no hair at all above his penis or
below. Bucky was just beginning to mature, however. His testicles had
rounded and his scrotum, just beginning to ruddy, had begun to hang down in
a distinctly sack-like shape. The tip of his prepuce was pleasingly pink
and contrasted to the absolutely white flesh of his boyhood.

Bucky was looking at me just as much as I was looking at him.  He smiled
and I felt happy.  I also felt something else - a stirring down below.  I
turned off the water and sat down to get totally wet, so did Bucky.  We
splashed each other, timidly at first. I stood and started to wash myself
with the soap and then I handed it to my cousin.  He soaped himself.  We
were well lathered.

"Let me do your back," Bucky suggested.

"All right," I agreed, turning about.

Bucky reached up and did my shoulders and then worked his way downward.  It
was exciting and somehow naughty.  Bucky giggled as he reached my buttocks.
I spun around quickly, in a state of confusion about this unknown pleasure
of another's touch.

"Okay, my turn."

Bucky handed me the soap with a grin and turned his back towards me.  I
paused at the sight of my cousin's naked body for a moment before I began.
I became aware of an unnamed something, a desire I never knew.  As I ran my
hands over Bucky's bony shoulders it sent a rush through my body.  Bucky
giggled again and, as I slid my hands down the his torso, he wiggled with
delight.  The slippery sensation of Bucky's body under my fingers was a
thrill.  I, embarrassingly, felt my penis swell and rapidly begin to
lengthen.  I halted my caress of my cousin's lightly muscled flesh and
concentrated on trying to prevent myself getting a full blown erection.

Bucky turned and, looking unabashedly at my exposed half-hard penis,
observed, "You've got a lot of hair."

"Be quiet!" I whispered loudly, "We don't want Nana to hear."

Bucky whispered back, "Do you want me to play with yours?"

I wasn't expecting such a proposal; in my shock I gave no immediate reply.

"I want to see if you can shoot like Ethan."

With that, Bucky reached out and took a firm grasp of my peter.  I was
flustered.

"No!" I said abruptly.

I took my cousin's soapy hand off my penis.  Bucky gave a pouty expression.

"We can't here," I explained in a softer voice, "Nana might catch us."

"Okay," my cousin granted with a note of disappointment in his voice.

I didn't want Bucky to be upset with me.

"You can look at it if you want," I offered.

Bucky was all smiles again.  He touched it and gave a few strokes to my
shaft which felt wonderful.  He skinned my foreskin back and forth a few
times.  I felt myself getting hard.

"Okay, that's enough.  I don't want to get caught ... you know ... hard," I
said, mortified that our Nana might see me with an erection.

"Okay," Bucky agreed, understandingly, and then added, "You can look at
mine sometime if you want."

"All right, but not now."

We finished our bath and readied for bed.  Tomorrow we had to get up for
Sunday Mass.

++++++++++

I awoke as the light of pre-dawn illuminated the room in a gauzy gray.  As
I lay there relaxed and warm, I could hear Bucky sleeping soundly beside
me.  I was aware of my penis lying against my inner thigh, slightly plump.
The soft material of my pajama bottoms felt delicious against my limp
member.  I couldn't resist. I pulled down the covers and undid my pajama
bottoms to touch myself.

I caressed at first, enjoying the feeling of my warm boyhood.  I lightly
stroked the tuft of hair above my penis and then tickled the sparse strands
on my testicles with my fingertips.  This aroused me and I began
manipulating my swelling shaft, moving my foreskin to and fro.  I sighed
and half closed my eyes with contentment, one hand at my crotch and the
other behind my head on the pillow.

I stiffened as I fingered myself more rapidly.  I wasn't planning to
masturbate that morning, I had to go to Mass and I didn't want to have that
on my conscience in church, but now I was torn; to feel the surge of orgasm
and deal with the sticky mess or not?  As I struggled between goodness and
carnality, Bucky stirred in his sleep.

I stopped my activity.  I thought of my cousin's nakedness; I thought of
his penis.  I decided to uncover Bucky and take a quick secretive peek
before he awoke.  After turning back the bedcovers, I realized I couldn't
open Bucky's bedclothes without waking him.  I lightly touched his small
bulge for a few moments, enjoying the sensation before covering him back
up.

I resolved to play with myself for just a minute more and not give in to
climaxing.  I closed my eyes and slowly handled my turgid erection, vowing
not to make sperm.  I kept my vow and was thinking to refasten my pajama
bottoms when, opening my eyes, I saw Bucky's boyish face grinning at me.
He had his hand under the covers, obviously handling his penis.

He threw back the sheet and blanket and I saw his boyhood standing stiff
and free.  Bucky kicked his pajama bottoms off and simply said, "Play with
mine."

I rolled over and took his erection in my hand and stroked.  Bucky giggled
and his stomach muscles spasmed.  I held my cousin's penis reverently as I
slowly slid his foreskin over the pointed glans.  Bucky unbuttoned his
pajama top, sat up and threw it aside; to the floor it went.

"Get naked," my cousin stated matter-of-factly.

I leaned back, raised my legs and kicked my pajama bottoms off and onto the
floor, then unbuttoned my top and speedily discarded it in a like manner.
Bucky, eyes twinkling beneath his night-disheveled locks, arose and rolled
his naked body on top of mine.  His rigidity poked my boysack delightfully.
Bucky leaned forward, our torsos pressing with sensational immediacy, and
kissed me on the lips.  I was taken by feelings of intimacy I had never
imagined until that instant.  I was soon taken by feelings of another sort.

Bucky's lips parted from mine, his hips scooted forward, and he began
humping his stiffened spike on my swollen pole without delay.  His head
fell to my shoulder and he grunted his satisfaction.  My hands found their
way over my cousin's lean body, tentatively at first.  I held Bucky's
shoulder with my right hand, my left slid down my cousin's back, finding
his thrusting ass.

"Use both hands," Bucky directed.

I did.  Bucky's effort deepened, his pace accelerated, muscles tightening
beneath my hands.  Bucky's penis was stabbing against mine frantically.

Suddenly, Bucky grasped me tightly, gave a high pitched squeal and froze
stiff as a board.

"Ihhhnn!"

I could feel the spasms as his erection jerked against mine.  Past his
peak, Bucky gave a few more dying, irregular thrusts before collapsing on
top of me.

We lay there for a few moments, both our hearts pounding.

"Mmmm," Bucky mewed with pleasure as he lay in my arms.

Then, without any warning, Bucky sat up and, rubbing my chest with one
hand, began masturbating my erection with the other.  I lay there, reveling
in the moment.  Bucky's hand running up and down my body left me short of
breath.  My hands clasped my cousin's thighs as he sat astride me, his
strokes sending waves of pleasure through my body as my foreskin slid
stickily over my bright red glans.  Bucky's still taut, hairless scrotum
pressed against mine.

A moan escaped my lips, "Ohhh!"

"Are you going to get your come?"  Bucky whispered loudly.

"Y-y-yes ... I'm ... I'm almost there!"

"Play with mine, too."

I reached for my cousin's penis and did my best.  Bucky giggled in his
boyish way and expertly stroked my swollen shaft.  I tried to hold back but
as soon as Bucky began gripping the top of my staff, squeezing the
slippery, now purple knob with three fingers, my cream spurted forth in
several "ropes" as Bucky predicted.

Bucky smeared my ejaculation around with glee and, after scooping a drop
from my belly button, leaned forward and pressed himself to me.  We enjoyed
the stickiness between us.

"I liked doing it with you, even more than with Ethan," Bucky complimented.

We lay there in each other's arms for a time before Bucky rolled off of me.
It was but a few minutes later we heard footsteps in the hall leading to
our room.  There was a knock at the door.

"Boys, get up now and get dressed.  We have to eat breakfast and be at
church in an hour."

I felt guilty about doing things that were secret from my Nana.  Sitting at
breakfast, Bucky and I smiled at each other sharing a secret.  Later, in
church, I gave thanks for having my cousin come to stay at Nana's.  I
couldn't wait to be in our bed and feel my come pressed between us again.


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