Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2010 06:49:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sleep-over With Bobby

Sleep-over With Bobby
By Bill

It was 1961.  I was 11 years old and utterly naïve about sex.
That would change dramatically when, less than a month into
the 6th grade school year, Bobby Snyder picked me out to be
his partner in boyhood sexual exploration.

I was shy and not very good at making friends, so I was
pleasantly surprised when a popular kid like Bobby made a
point of chatting with me at recess and between classes. Only
a few days after we became friends at school, Bobby proposed a
sleep-over for the upcoming weekend. We quickly decided that
it should be at his place.  My family lived in an apartment,
and I shared a bedroom with my 7-year-old brother. Bobby, on
the other hand, was an only-child and lived in a nice house in
a more up-scale neighborhood.

That Friday afternoon I rode my bike to Bobby's house,
carrying a change of clothes and a toothbrush in my backpack.
We checked out the stuff in his room, explored the interesting
places in his neighborhood on our bikes, played some football
in his back yard, had a nice dinner with his parents, and
watched television until 11:00.  Then it was bedtime, and we
went back to his room.  He closed and locked the door behind
us.

"So Bill... do you sleep in pajamas or in your underpants?"
Then he grinned slyly and added "or maybe you sleep naked?"

I hadn't brought any pajamas with me and wondered if that
would be awkward.  "Just underpants," I replied.  Then I
paused for a moment before adding "I never slept naked before.
Have you?"

"Sure; plenty of times.  It feels really nice. How about if we
both do it tonight?"

I felt my face blushing a bit and didn't say anything at
first.  I was pretty sure that nobody but my parents, brother,
and pediatrician had ever seen me naked before.  Was it
possible that Bobby was just teasing?  But the look on his
face made it clear he was serious, and that he actually wanted
to do it.

"Come on. It'll be fun!" he said.

"Well... I'll do it if you will."  I felt an unusual tingle of
excitement as I thought about Bobby seeing my naked body, and
about me seeing his.

Bobby pulled off his tee-shirt and kicked off his shoes, and I
did the same a few seconds later.  Our boyish torsos looked
very similar, nicely tanned by the summer sun, with taut
bellies and smooth slender chests.

Then came our jeans, and again I let Bobby go first.  We were
both grinning as we looked at each other in our nearly-
identical white briefs.  The little bulge in the front of his
underpants gave just a hint of what his "private parts" might
look like.  The only penis I had ever seen, other than my own,
was in brief innocent glimpses of my little brother's little-
boy dick.  I bit my lower lip gently in nervous anticipation
as I again waited for him to make the first move.

Bobby toyed with the elastic waistband of his briefs, glancing
at me and smiling as he teasingly wiggled the front down to
the base of his penis, then let it back up again.

"Want to take down our underpants at the same time?" he asked,
as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of the waistband.

"OK," I replied.  I felt a tightness in my chest, and a little
shiver ran through my body as I slowly pulled down my briefs
in unison with my grinning friend.

In a moment we were both completely naked, each of us silently
gazing at the other's boyish body, and also down at ourselves.
I was struck by how similar we looked, especially our
genitals.  Neither of our bodies had begun its adolescent
growth spurt. Both were completely hairless too, other than
the buzz-cut hair atop our heads.  My penis had just recently
begun to develop a little.  My balls had likewise grown
slightly and dangled down a bit more than they had a few
months before... preliminary hints of the more-significant
changes that were still a year away.  Both of us were
circumcised, and our cute little cock-heads were prominently
displayed on soft penises the length of my thumb.

"You have a nice one," he said softly, breaking the silence.

"You too," I replied.  "We kinda look the same down there,
huh?"

"Yeah!" said Bobby, nodding his head.  Then he added in a
mischievous tone: "You ever make yours get a boner?"

I'd never heard the term before, but the context was clear.
"You mean like when it gets stiff?"

"Yeah."

"It gets that way sometimes, but I don't think I can make it
do it.  Can you?"

"Sure! Watch this."  Bobby began manipulating his penis,
switching between the light stroking of his fingers and
squeezing it rhythmically in his palm.  Then he removed his
hand and thrust his hips forward, proudly showing off a boyish
erection that pointed straight up.  It wasn't noticeably
thicker than when it was soft, but it had lengthened to 3
inches (8 cm).  "Pretty cool, huh?   Now you do it!"

I imitated what I had seen Bobby do.  Nothing happened at
first; just a ticklish sensation.  But then I started feeling
– for the first time in my life - the warm sensations of
sexual pleasure.  Why hadn't I done this before?  Until now I
had hardly taken notice of my penis getting stiff, but I was
definitely feeling its erotic potential as it stiffened in my
hand.

In not much more than a minute I was there.  I took my hand
away, looking down at my boner and then at Bobby's.  Mine
seemed longer and stiffer than I'd ever noticed before, and
Bobby's was nearly identical.

"Watch this!" said Bobby.  He pushed his erection downward
with his thumb and then let it spring back, repeating it a
couple more times.

"Cool!" I said, as I then performed the same trick.  Playing
with my cock was making it feel increasingly good.

"You ever feel up another guy's boner?" asked Bobby.

"Nuh-uh."  I'd never even contemplated it.  And even if I had,
I never would have had the nerve to propose such a thing
myself.  But I knew immediately that I wanted to.  The sight
of Bobby's stiff penis was instantly appealing to me, and the
thought of feeling it almost made me quiver with excitement.
I knew instinctively that I was on the verge acquiring some
thrillingly taboo knowledge.

"Want to feel each other up now?"

"Sure!"

We stepped close together, our hips pushed forward, our stiff
penises practically touching.  Bobby's hand reached out to my
crotch.  His fingers came up beneath my soft little scrotum
and fondled the immature balls gently for a few seconds.
There was a momentary tickle, but then his fingers wrapped
around my boner.  I gasped slightly as a shiver ran through my
body.

My own hand went to Bobby's slender erection, and I thrilled
at the excitement of feeling its warm smooth stiffness.  I
hadn't ever really played with my own penis before, but now I
was fondling a cute 11-year-old boy's impossibly stiff little
boner.

"Oh, yeah!"  he murmured softly.  "Now let's do a sword-fight.
You hold your boner and I'll hold mine, and we rub them
together. OK?"

Of course I agreed, and in a moment we were "sword-fighting"
like crazy.

"This is great!" I said.  It was so cool to have a friend like
Bobby who knew about this kind of secret stuff.

"Now let's hump them together," he said.  "We get our bodies
real close and rub boners."

I was like a sponge, readily absorbing every new sexual
experience without hesitation.  We stood in the center of
Bobby's bedroom, our arms around each other's backs, and our
hips grinding our rigid little pre-pubescent penises together.
I was so totally wrapped up in the unexpectedly-good feeling
that I was oblivious to everything else.  But that ended
instantly, after we had been humping for a couple of minutes.

"Boys!  Time to turn out the lights and go to bed!"  Even
thought the voice of Bobby's father came from half-way down
the hall, we both jumped apart as if we'd been shocked by
electricity.  But two seconds later we were trying to suppress
our giggles over how startled we'd been.

"OK Dad!" Bobby called, as he went over to the door, checked
the lock again, and turned off the lights at the wall-switch.
"Come on," he said, jumping onto his double bed.

I jumped in right after him.  It was a warm night (late
September in the American South), and we didn't even bother
getting under the soft cotton sheet.

With uncharacteristic boldness, I immediately snuggled up
against Bobby's body as we lay on our sides, front-to-front.
"Want to do it some more?"

"Yeah!" he replied.  "Get on top of me and hump our boners
together again."  He spread his legs and practically pulled me
onto his body.  It felt kind of like we were wrestling, but a
lot different too, as my hips began to move instinctively in a
fucking motion.  I felt Bobby's arms wrap around my back, and
then his legs wrapped around my hips.  I had never been this
intimate with another person in my life, but it felt so right,
and I totally loved the exciting feelings it produced.

When Bobby rolled our bodies around so that he was on top, I
was now the one to wrap my arms and legs around him.  The feel
of his slender boyish body pressed so close against mine
almost overwhelmed me with intense pleasure.

Bobby's face was very close to mine, and a night-light on the
wall next to the bed let us see each other reasonably well.
"Want to tongue-wrestle?" he asked in a soft voice.

"What do you mean?  Like kissing?"

"No; not kissing," he said with seeming conviction.  "Kissing
is with your lips.  I'm talking about touching the tips of our
tongues together like we're doing with our boners."

"Oh....  Well, OK!"  Even though it seemed a little gross,
everything else he suggested had turned out to be wonderful.

We stuck out our tongues and slowly brought the tips together,
then began twirling them in warm wet circles.  The sensation
was thrilling beyond all expectation, and in a minute we were
frenching as enthusiastically as a couple of teenagers at the
drive-in theater. Finally we came up for air.

"I'm glad you like doing this stuff too, Bill," said Bobby as
we paused from our tongue-kissing.  "Isn't it cool?"

"Yeah!  How did you learn about it?" I asked.

"My cousin showed me.  Our families shared a cottage at the
beach for a week this summer, and we slept together in one of
the bedrooms."

"Is he our age?"

"Nah.  He's much older; almost 14.  His boner gets REALLY big;
like maybe 5 inches [12.5 cm]... and he has some hair around
it!  Want me to do a really awesome thing that he showed me
the first night we were sleeping together?"

"Sure!"  Whatever it was, I wanted to experience it.

"Just lie back and close your eyes.  You're gonna love this!"

I lay on my back with my hands cradled behind my head.  My
body, and especially my totally stiff penis, were buzzing with
tense anticipation.

"Remember that you need to close your eyes.  I want it to be a
surprise, like when my cousin did it to me."  Bobby positioned
himself so that he was kneeling between my spread legs.

I shut my eyes tight, almost hyperventilating with excitement.
When Bobby's fingers touched my boner, I flinched momentarily,
but then raised my hips up to offer myself for his fondling.
He began masturbating me with a smooth light stroke.  It felt
exquisite, and I again wondered why I hadn't figured it out on
my own.  In any case, it was wonderful, and my body strained
from the building tension.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, the rhythmic
stroking of Bobby's fingers was replaced by a warm, slippery,
sucking wetness.  My first reaction was to gasp at the
incredible sensation.  Then my eyes popped open to see my
friend's head bobbing up and down at my crotch, and my boner
sliding in and out between his lips.  Never having heard of a
blow-job, I couldn't imagine that anyone would put their mouth
on another person's penis.  But the fantastic pleasure I was
feeling made me glad that Bobby was willing to do it.

Bobby was a cock-sucking prodigy... a fact I'd appreciate
later, after I'd had sex with other boys our age.  His oral
technique was remarkably talented, as his lips plunged up and
down the full length of my erection and his tongue slathered
all around my cock-head and the slender pre-pubescent shaft.
His fingers toyed with my rounded ball-sack, and then his
hands cupped and squeezed my butt cheeks.

The intense lust that flowed through my boyish cock was
totally beyond anything I had ever experienced, and I wanted
it to continue forever.  But right in the middle of my erotic
euphoria, Bobby pulled his mouth off my straining penis.

"You like it, huh?" he said, rising up to his knees and
massaging my glistening spit-slick cock with his fingers
again.

"Gosh, yeah!  Jeez, Bobby; that's really incredible!"

"How about you suck me now, and then I can show you some other
stuff my cousin taught me... if you like.  OK?"

"Sure!"  I was still ready to go wherever he led me, and the
thought of sucking his penis was now seeming like a hungry
compulsion rather than an unsavory oddity.

Instead of switching places with me, Bobby moved up to
straddle my chest, putting both pillows behind my head.  His
rigid penis was right in front of my face, filling my field of
vision. Viewed up close, his circumcised penis was a thing of
wonder... the skin of the shaft pulled smooth; the purple-
tinged glans slightly flared, with an elegantly-defined ridge.
Damn!  It was so beautiful and sexy!

Bobby leaned forward, resting one hand on the bed's headboard
and the using the other to push down his stiff penis so it was
aimed right at my mouth. At the same time, my hands took hold
of his butt cheeks and pulled him to me.  I opened my mouth
and let the morsel of sex-flesh slide between my lips.
Bobby's hips pushed forward, and I took the entire shaft into
my mouth with ease.   It was a magical sensation to be sucking
and licking the 11-year-old's warm throbbing boner.  Prior to
that moment, it would have seemed inconceivable that I'd enjoy
having a boy's penis in my mouth.  But it was fascinating to
realize that I liked cock-sucking almost as much as having my
own stiff cock pleasured.   I tried to imitate what Bobby had
done to me, and I must have done it pretty well because Bobby
was moaning with pleasure as I sucked him.  I would gladly
have performed an extended suck-session, but after only a few
minutes he pulled his erection out of my mouth.

"Will you let me put my boner in your butt-hole?" Bobby asked
as he moved to where he'd been before, kneeling between my
spread legs.

I didn't know what to say at first.

"It felt really good when my cousin did it to me, even though
his dick is big... and when I did it with a guy our age, it
was fantastic!  We can take turns, and you can do it to me
next.  OK?"

"Seems kinda weird.  You sure it doesn't hurt?"

"Doesn't hurt at all.  First I put some Vaseline on my boner,
and it slides right in."


"Well... OK."

Bobby leaned over to open the drawer of his bedside table and
removed a small jar of petroleum jelly.  Opening the top, he
scooped out two fingers-worth and smeared it onto his boner.

"Bring your knees up toward your chest and spread them," he
said. I did as he suggested, displaying my tight asshole to
him.   Bobby brought a Vaseline-coated finger to my anal
pucker and applied some to sensitive nerve-laden outer flesh.
It felt amazingly good to have my asshole stimulated like
this.  And when his index finger eased into me, then moved
slowly in and out, I gasped as the strangely pleasurable
sensations washed over me.  He pulled his finger out and
positioned his cock at the entrance of my asshole and pushed
forward.  The slender erection – as long as his finger and not
much thicker – slid right in.

"Like it?" he asked, as he kept his boner buried in me to the
hilt.

"Yeah!"  It felt even better than his finger had... maybe a
little weird, but surprisingly wonderful.

"It feels REALLY good for me.  You'll love it when we switch
places."  But just to make sure I would enjoy being fucked, he
used the remaining Vaseline on his fingers to lubricate my
still-erect dick.  He wrapped his fist around it and stroked
up and down... the first time I'd ever been properly
masturbated.

Then Bobby began to fuck me... slowly at first, but then with
increasingly-vigorous humping.  The tempo of his masturbating
hand matched that of his thrusting boner, and the faster he went,
the better it felt.  A few minutes before, I'd never even
heard of either masturbation or butt-fucking, but now I was
experiencing both at once and loving it!

Bobby let go of my penis and his body eased down on top of
mine. Our tongues merged in sloppy passion, and I didn't mind
at all that our lips were pressing together too.  Kissing a
boy was just one more element of my glorious sexual
awakening.

The in-and-out movement of Bobby's slender penis became even
more insistent as his hip-thrusts pounded it into my slippery
hole.  Our mouths were joined in energetic kissing, but low
moans emanated from both our throats, filling the room with
our pleasure noises.  The urgency of his fucking was
contagious.  I wrapped my legs around Bobby's flexing hips and
pulled myself into each of his thrusts.  My arms circled his
back, and his circled my shoulders, hugging each other tightly
as we kissed and fucked.

I don't know how long he lasted – another 5 minutes perhaps?
Maybe 10.  But every moment was an incredible mixture of
sexual pleasure and emotional euphoria as Bobby's body and
mine merged as one.

Suddenly the kisses ended and Bobby began to grunt.  His head
tilted back, his face scrunched as if he was in pain, and his
fuck-thrusts became erratic.

"Squeeze down tight on my boner!" he pleaded to me.  As I
clenched my anal muscle around his thrusting erection, his
ecstatic gasps and the shuddering spasms of his body announced
his achievement of pre-pubescent climax.  It was a bit scary
for me since I knew nothing of orgasms, but just as suddenly
his body was still, and he relaxed in my embrace.  We kissed
again, this time tenderly.

"That was great, Bill!" he said as he rolled off of me.

"Yeah!" I agreed.  "You were right about it feeling good."

"Want to do it to me now?"

"Sure!"  My penis, which had not gone soft the entire time I
was being fucked, throbbed with anticipation.

"I'll teach you a different position to do it."

Under Bobby's direction, I lubed my boner as he positioned
himself face-down on his bed, legs splayed wide and bent, his
butt lifted up.  Kneeling behind him, I aimed my penis with
one hand as the other hand caressed his butt-cheek.  As soon
as my cock-head pressed against the pink circle of anal flesh,
my erection disappeared into the tight warm embrace of his
ass.  I paused for a moment and then pulled back, accidently
letting my penis pop out completely.

"Put it back in!" Bobby hissed, with a combination of
impatience and neediness, as I fumbled to re-insert it.

"Oh, yeah!  Hump me, Bill!" he moaned as soon as my cock-head
was back in his hole.  Bobby lifted his ass up even more
and sighed with satisfaction my little boner pushed into him
all the way.

My body knew what to do, even if my conscious brain wasn't so
sure, and I began fucking my friend's ass in rhythmic strokes,
careful not to let my cock pop out again.

"Feel this," he said, as he clenched his anus around my
sliding boner.  Each time he bore down with the ass-muscle,
the already-incredible sexual pleasure doubled.  It was all I
could do to keep from shouting out loud with lust.

Imitating Bobby's actions of a few minutes before, I was soon
lying across my friend's body.  Both of us were slippery with
sweat as I fucked him.  My hands held his shoulders while my
face rested on his upper back.  My hips, of course, were
energetically flexing and thrusting is urgent fuck-strokes.

When Bobby had experienced his pre-pubescent orgasm, I had
been puzzled about what was happening.  In a few more minutes,
I was finding out for myself.  Muscles all over my body began
roiling with tension; the pleasure nerves in my penis were
discharging their little explosions like crazy; and my
breathing became ragged.  My consciousness was plunging down a
vortex of swirling sexual pleasure that was totally new to me.
When my first-ever orgasm hit, I was delirious with ecstatic
lust.

I collapsed fully on Bobby's back, breathing hard, my penis
sliding out but still stiff.  He rolled me off of him so we
could again snuggle face-to-face, boner-to-boner.  Our hands
reached between our bodies so that we could fondle each other,
but both of us were too exhausted to do much else than drift
off to sleep in each other's arms.

The End
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