Date: Sun, 07 Dec 2003 12:47:36 -0500
From: PawsWhiteBear@netscape.net
Subject: Playing in the back yard

A story based on personal experience.  Names have been changed to protect
identities.

pawswhitebear@netscape.com

Daniel was watching the two boys next door playing in the back garden from
his bedroom window.  Daniel was eleven in three weeks time and had just
moved to the area because his dad had got a new job and wanted to live near
where he worked.

The older boy he guessed might be about his age maybe a bit younger because
he was not as tall, He was wearing a whote tee shirt and short black sweat
shorts.  He was playing with a boy who was a year or so younger than him,
possibly it was his younger brother and appeared to be about 7 or 8.  He
was wearing a hooped tee shirt and white gym shorts.

They had been having a game of chase but the older boy had caught his
friend and they were now having a wrestling fight.  Whenever the older boy
was getting an advantage over the younger boy, he would retaliate by
grabbing him between the legs, squeezing playfully, and making him let go.
The older boy would then retaliate by grabbing the younger boy in the same
way which excited him as it made him laugh.

This made Daniel very excited and he felt himelf growing hard. The material
of his blue nylon shorts showed a small bulge.  He wished he was part of
their game, and hoped he could make friends with them.

The younger boy got advantage over the older one and managed to get him on
his back on the ground.  He sat on top of his thighs to stop him getting
up.  They were wrestling with their hands now.

Daniel slid his left hand past the elastic waistband of his shorts and
briefs.  He slowly worked his hand down his smooth hairless navel and found
his target.  His willy was standing straignt out from his body and measured
all of 3-1/2 cm proud and uncircumcised.  He had measured it the previous
evening hoping for some growth, but he had been disappointed.

The older boy had managed to turn on to his side and dislodged the younger
boy as they started to wrestle on their knees.  Daniel could hear their
playful cries of excitement through the open top window.  He put his thumb
and top finger round his hard shaft and started to excerise the loose skin
backwards and forwards slowly like one of the older boys at his last school
had shown him to do.

He saw the older boy grab his younger friend from behind and start to
tickle his sides.  He was obviously very ticklish and started to laugh.
The younger boy then protested.  "Please, stop I want to go to the toilet"
between giggles.  The older boy clearly didn't believe him.  "You are only
saying that to get free.  You don't want to go at all."  Daniel was
starting to rub himself a little faster now.

"I'm not; I really have to go."  The older boy continued to tickle him more
determinedly.  "Please.  I'm going to wet."  He continued to get tickled.
"Its coming I'm going to pee my pants."  He tried to wrestle free, but he
was being held to tightly.

Daniel was now working up and down quite quickly and he was beginning to
get the same feeling the young boy was getting.  He didn't think he would
be able to hold it much longer.  "I'm doing it." the younger boy called as
he stopped being tickled, but he had already lost control.  The front of
his shorts darkened and the nylon went transparent as they got soaked with
his wee. Daniel was too far away to notice much but he could see the river
flow down both the boys thighs, reach his knees and then water the lawn.
He did not stop till his bladder was empty.

Daniel lost it at about the same time and couldn't hold back, his body went
tense and he exploded between his legs as his body went weak and he felt a
warm comfortable feeling between his legs.  His finger and thumb stoped
working as a few drops of hot wee splashed into his underwear.  it felt
like the best time ever.

The younger boy got upset and said, "I'm going to tell mum you made me wet
my pant."  So thought Daniel they are brothers.

"No, don't please.  I didn't know you really meant it.  I though you were
just kidding like you did before."

"I'm telling."  He insisted "And dad will smack you when he gets home."

The older boy looked scared.  "No please don't tell.  I'll do anything." he
pleaded.

"Anything?"

"Yes, well almost."

"I'm telling."

"No, yes anything."

"I wan't you to suck my willy."

"Suck your dick?"  The older boy looked shocked.

"Yes."

"I can't, not here we will get caught."

"Alright.  When we go to the woods this afternoon."

"I don't know."

"I'll tell mum."

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"Yes promise."

"Hope to die."

"Hope to wet" his brother repield and they both laughed.

Daniel now knew where he was exploring after lunch.  He heard his mother
call "Daniel, lunch is ready!"

"Coming Mum," he replied, telling the truth for once.

Simon