Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2001 15:57:35 EST
From: Timewatcher86@aol.com
Subject: Robby's watch

	My first sexual experience happened when I was 11 and was with an older
guy who lived in the next town. Robby's mom and mine were best friends.
We often spent evenings and occasionally weekends together when one of
our moms had something to do (they were both divorced and we were both
only kids). Robby had just turned 14 before the evening in question, and
he was deemed old enough to babysit for me while both our moms were
working. It was toward the end of summer and he had just gotten back from
a month at camp, so I was anxious to see him.

	I absolutely idolized Robby and would do his bidding when we were
together. Usually, when we slept over, I liked to wear his stuff - hat,
sweatshirt, stuff like that. Once, when I was at his house I forgot my
pajamas and ended up borrowing a pair of his boxers to sleep in.
Fortunately, I was big for my age and he was average, so they weren't
too oversized. I also had a fascination with wristwatches, and Robby had
a big multifunction digital sports watch (which he seldom wore). I loved
playing with it and he usually let me wear it to bed and sometimes the
next day as well. I never wore my own, mainly because I thought it was a
little kid's watch and I hated wearing it on my left hand, which
everyone told me was the correct way. Robby wore his on his right hand
even though he was right-handed (like me) and that's how I wear mine
even to this day.

	 I had actually developed a major crush on him, and from it began the
realization that I liked guys. For his part, he seemed to like having a
part-time little brother and was never exceptionally mean to me.

	I had just turned 11 and was pretty precocious for my age. I had started
masturbating kind of involuntarily the year before when I was laying in
bed on my stomach thinking about nothing in particular and moving back
and forth. The intense feeling was life-changing at that point for me,
and I started doing it every night before I went to sleep. Gradually, I
found that thinking of Robby helped me reach my climax. I loved
fantacizing about wearing Robby`s boxers and watch as I layed in bed,
rubbing my little penis against the mattress. Sometimes I fantasized
about Robby doing the same thing in his bed and ended up doing it two and
sometimes three times. By the beginning of that summer I had also begun
to ejaculate, which I didn't understand, but which didn't cause me any
undo concern. It got pretty messy until I figured out that putting a sock
underneath me would catch it.

	The night came when I was to go over to Robby's and to be in his care
for the first time. We had a quick dinner before our moms left and then
Robby asked me what I wanted to do. I didn't care - as long as I could
hang out with him. We watched TV for a while and then ended up in his
room (where I slept in a cot near the end of his bed) and sat down after
we got ready for bed - meaning stripped down to a pair of his boxers.

	"Wanna see what I got for my birthday?" he said. "Sure," I said. He
proceeded to show me a bunch of videos and computer games. Getting to the
end of that, he picked something up off the dresser and said "Here's
what my dad sent." It was a watch even bigger than his old one, a kind
of a diver's watch with a clock as well as a digital part. He slipped it
on - it looked about two sizes too big for him, but I thought it was
cool. "Since I don't need my old one anymore, do you want it?" He
reached over to his dresser again, picked up his old watch and came and
sat down next to me. He took my arm and slowly buckled it on my wrist. I
was delighted and couldn't stop thanking him. Another thing I couldn't
stop was my growing erection. Being that close to him, having him touch
me and putting that watch on my wrist made my little dick grow very
quickly. He let go of my hand and looked down.

	Robby started laughing and saying "Eric's got a boner, Eric's got a
boner," over and over. I was totally embarassed and hurt and started
getting mad. "Cut it out!" I yelled, and then picked up a pillow and
hit him in the face with it. He responded by ducking and grabbing me and
the two of us started horsing around, with him tickling me and holding me
on the bed. I managed to get loose after a minute, but he held on and
pulled me back on top of him, laughing all the time. He had me in a bear
hug on the bed and my little stiffy was doing what I usually did with it
in bed alone. I kept rubbing it back and forth trying to get away. After
a couple of rubs, I had worked my way out of the shorts and a couple more
made me explode, shooting my juice all over his chest.

	"Hey!" he cried, "You peed on me!" He jumped up, throwing me back on
the bed and started wiping himself. I was terrified as he started
realizing that it wasn't pee. "Wait a minute," he said, feeling the
creamy liquid. He turned and looked at me - I wasn't sure what was going
to happen, but I didn't want him to tell my mom or laugh at me. I
started crying a little, thinking that I had really made him mad.

	Robby's face softened a little when he saw how upset I was. He sat down
and put his arm around me. "Sit up. I'm not mad - I just hadn't
realized you could do that yet. I think I was 12 before I could." I
wasn't altogether sure what he meant and he must have guessed that. "Do
you know about jerking off?" I shook my head. "Pull up your shorts, we
need to have a little talk," he said.

	For the next twenty minutes or so, Robby told me in great detail about
cum, masturbation and all kinds of other stuff. I was a rapt audience and
by the end of the lecture my dick was hard again. I had also noticed that
he had a big lump in his shorts, too.

	He saw my eyes looking at his crotch and said, "Wanna see mine now?" I
nodded vigorously and he slipped his shorts off - encouraging me to drop
mine as well. The first thing I noticed was that his dick was a lot
hairier than mine - I had the beginnings of a pubic bush, but he had a
big blond rug around his. I also noticed that his was actually a little
smaller than mine. For the first time I realized that I was pretty well
endowed; at 11 I had about 5 inches to Robby's 4.5. "Wow!" he said,
"You're huge!" I kind of blushed and kept looking at his erection. We
were now standing, facing each other and both kind of nervous. Robby
cleared his throat and said, "Listen, do you want to try something that
feels good? I did it at camp with a friend, but you've got to promise
not to tell your mom or mine." I said OK and he kind of pushed me onto
the bed and laid down next to me.

	The first thing he did was to roll over on his side and start rubbing my
boner with his right hand. I really enjoyed feeling his hand on me and
was totally absorbed with seeing his watch slide up and down as he moved
his hand back and forth. Even though I had just shot a load, I felt
another one coming on. "I, I think I'm going to do it again," I said.
Robby let go of my dick and then slid down and put his mouth on it. I
kind of moaned at this incredible sensation and started thrusting my hips
up, a motion which he followed with his tongue. Within a couple of
thrusts, I let go with my second orgasm in the last half hour and filled
his mouth with my cum. As I laid there gasping, Robby sat up and
swallowed. "Now, it's my turn," he said.

	Robby raised himself up and threw one leg over mine - straddling me. He
then started jerking himself off over me. After a couple of strokes, he
lowered himself down and started rubbing his cock on mine, kissing me at
the same time. This started getting me hot and my dick began to get hard
again. He was obviously getting into it and started going faster and
faster. In a minute he sat up again and started rubbing himself -
bringing himself to a climax as he started moaning. Gobs of cum squirted
all over my chest, face and hair - much more than I shot on him. As he
relaxed, he sighed and then bent down and kissed me again.

	He rolled over on the bed next to me and smiled. "That's what I
learned at camp." He told me that an older boy at camp had showed him
all that stuff over a period of a week or so when they would sneak off to
an abandoned cabin in the woods every evening. I was more than happy to
have those lessons passed on to me. We spent the rest of the evening
touching and sucking each other more, bringing each other to climax once
more each. That night, Robby and I slept together in his bed wearing
nothing but our watches and we fooled around again in the morning.

	Robby and I continued to mess around for the next few years, until he
got a steady girlfriend when he was a senior in high school, but I have
never stopped enjoying being with guys. I also still have the watch that
Robby gave me that night, beginning our affair. I still wear it
occasionally and it still turns me on.