Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 13:29:33 -0400
From: rj_badboy69@hotmail.com
Subject: Robby and Eric, Part 1

The following is a true story about two boys who find a deep, passionate
sexual relationship carried on through their teen years. If you find the
subject offensive, please read no further.


Our relationship began with sexual experimentation and was carried to a new
plateau by shear raging hormones. In the tide of hormones, we found a deep
and genuine love for each other.

Our families have lived in different cities all of our lives; summer visits
were our opportunity to spend time together. We enjoyed each other's company
in general and became good friends from early childhood. We would often play
"doctor" type games, giving each other examinations when we were younger. I
would say that our early sex play was more innocent, driven by curiosity.
One of us would strip and lie down allowing the other to perform an
"examination." It rarely involved any touching, but felt exciting just the
same. Occasionally, his sister would join us, however mostly we would just
play by ourselves. We were never naked together at the same time in those
early experiences.

As our hormones began to rage, our relationship moved in a new direction,
beginning with the occasion I'll describe here. We became involved sexually
and grew into a passionate relationship over the next five years. Eric and I
were 12 and 13 at the time of our first true lovemaking experience together.

Eric's dad was an avid reader of Penthouse and other porno materials. His
mom was an avid reader of Playgirl. Eric and I would sneak away these
magazines to enjoy looking at the pictures of naked women (and men)
together. One summer, our family went to visit his and we found ourselves
alone as our parents chose to go out antique shopping for the day. We knew
they would be gone for a while, so we took the opportunity to dig out some
of our favorite magazines.

The level of sexual excitement and tension I felt was absolutely unbearable.
We sat side-by-side on his bed with the magazine held between us and
intently studied the pictures of naked women, commenting on what we'd like
to do with them. After about 20 minutes of studying the naked women, we put
those magazines down and began to look through the Playgirl magazines. As we
flipped through the pages, we studied them just as intently, but without as
much commentary. I hadn't looked at Playgirl before, so was fascinated by
the pictures of naked men in various romantic poses. Although they didn't
have erections, their semi-hard cocks drew my attention. The settings and
poses would inspire us later in our relationship (to be told in a later
installment of our story).

As we continued to study the pictures, I was acutely aware of my bulging
hard-on pressing noticeable against my jeans. I glanced down at Eric's
crotch, and noticed he too had a visible hard-on, which excited me even
more. After a while, we put the mags back and decided to play some cards.
War was a favorite game, and I decided to act upon my urges by suggesting
that we play a strip version of the game - with each loser of a war having
to remove an article of clothing.

I wasn't sure how my suggestion would be received, and was relieved and
turned on when Eric agreed. "War" only occurs so often, so some time went by
as we slowly removed articles of clothing, contributing to the level of
sexual tension between us. The game progressed with very little
conversation; each of us was turned on but a little apprehensive about our
experimentation. We were definitely going where we had not gone before.

Although I had seen Eric in various states of undress before, I found myself
more sexually charged with each article of clothing he removed. I also
enjoyed stripping off my own shirt and jeans while he watched intently. I
thought back to our games of doctor.

The game progressed, and we stripped down to our underwear. I can still
remember the bulging hard-ons we had pushing out on the white cotton
material.

My underwear had a huge wet spot from my pre-cum leaking.

Finally, as I found myself losing, I stood up to slip off my underwear. Eric
watched intently as I slipped my shorts down over my hard cock, fully
exposing it. I sat back down, now fully naked and reclined on my side with
my hard cock pointing out toward Eric and we continued to play. Soon, I lost
another war and remarked that I didn't have any other clothes to remove.

Without saying a word, Eric leaned over toward me and began to fondle my
hard cock and balls. I lay back, watching him stroke my erect cock and
fondle my balls, loving the sensation. He moved his hands up and down my
shaft, alternating between studying his action and checking to see the
reaction on my face. I lay motionless, thoroughly enjoying the sensations.
The next war was victory for me, and I sat up on my knees to watch as Eric
stood to remove his underwear. I loved the sight of his cock as it sprang
from his underwear.  It pointed out rock hard, just above my eye level
giving me an excellent view.

He sat back down directly in front of me and I sat facing him, spreading my
legs open. He did likewise, overlapping his legs with mine. We sat about a
foot apart and began to explore each other's cocks. Mine was slightly larger
and longer, with more definite pubic hair. His had a nice shape to it, with
less pubic hair.

Both glistened with pre-cum, mine now dripping. I ran my fingers up and down
his shaft, feeling the contours of his dick head. I reached down and cupped
his balls in my hand. As we played with each other, the apprehension seemed
to melt away, and I began to feel a genuine love in addition to the sexual
tension of the moment.

Eric too began to feel the same transition, and moved forward to press our
bodies together in a sitting lovemaking position. Carefully, he guided our
two cocks into contact and then wrapped his arms around me - I did likewise.

He gently kissed my ear and whispered "I love you". I whispered "I love you
too" and ran my hands over his back and ass. The feeling of our two bodies
in intimate contact was incredible. We held that embrace for a minute or
two, and he then lay back, inviting me to climb on top of him. I moved over
on top of him and he wrapped his legs around mine and began to squeeze and
rub my ass with his hands. He moved his hands up and down my side, and then
reached in between us to feel our rubbing cocks and move them back into
alignment. I was so turned on, that I thought I would just burst into
flames. I kissed his ear and neck. We both moaned quietly, enjoying the
intimacy.

As I lay on top of him, I began to pump my hips up and down, rubbing on his
cock and stomach until I felt a strange sensation coming over me. Starting
with a tension in my groin, and then spreading like an explosion of energy
throughout my body, powerful enough to force me to close my eyes.

I had experienced my first orgasm. I lay on top of him recovering, and then
lifted up and saw that both of our stomachs were covered in my cum. He
reached up and rubbed his hand through the cum on my stomach, asking what it
was. I knew what it was and talked about what had happened and how it felt.
He described experiencing a similar feeling, but it didn't look like he had
ejaculated any fluid. Turned out he was a "late bloomer" and would enjoy an
orgasm by our next summer of encounters. We cleaned ourselves up and
dressed.

I knew that I felt totally different about him. We were still a little
unsure about what we had just done, but knew that we not only enjoyed it
physically -- we definitely felt a new sense of genuine love for each other.
We had never told each other "I love you," so to have those words emerge in
the middle of our first lovemaking session was erotic beyond description.

More installments to come. E-mail me at rj_badboy69@hotmail.com to let me
know if you enjoyed this true story.