Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2012 17:41:53 -0600
From: Josh Maxwell <btomandback@gmail.com>
Subject: Stiffies - 1

When we were kids, my cousin Kelly (boy cousin, not girl), his two younger
sisters, and his mom (my aunt Mary) lived in a mobile home just down a
hard-top road on our property -- we had a small farm outside Boulder. I had
to share a room with my older brother Charlie, but Kelly had his own room,
so I slept over at Kelly's almost every Friday and Saturday night even
though he only had a twin size bed. That didn't matter because I wasn't a
big kid and Kelly was even smaller than me.

Kelly and I were both blondies and looked enough alike that people thought
Kelly was Charlie's and my little brother -- Charlie is a blondie, too, but
darker blond. Kelly and I had taken baths together forever and done the
usual boy stuff of pissing at each other in the bathtub, and such. After
bathing, we'd dance naked in our towels, nah-hahing what we thought sounded
like stripper music, and pull the towels off at the end. Kelly did it once
in front of his mom, and I was mortified until he told me that she simply
laughed. We had even kissed each other's privates through a towel on a
dare.

One morning when I was about ten and Kelly was almost nine, and I was
sleeping over with him, I woke up to the bed jiggling. I looked over at
Kelly to see what he was up to. He had his pajama bottoms and underwear
down and appeared to be rubbing his privates on his pillow. His little butt
was tightening over and over.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I got a stiffy," Kelly told me. "I'm rubbing it."

"What's a stiffy?"

Kelly paused. "It's when your willie gets stiff."

"Oh, like sometimes when I wake up?"

"Yeah, like this," Kelly said, rolling up on his side to show me his. It
was a typical one for a kid -- a little over two inches -- but I'd only
seen my own stiffy. I thought his looked cool.

"Try rubbing yours, Zack," Kelly told me. "It feels good."

"I don't got a stiffy."

Kelly scooted closer. "Pull you PJs down."

I rolled up on my side facing Kelly and pulled down my pajama bottoms and
underwear like he had. My willie hung limply down to the bedsheet, but it
had begun to tingle from seeing Kelly's stiffy.

"I'll make it get stiff," Kelly said, reaching for my willie. He rolled it
between his fingers and since neither of us had ever touched the other that
way before, his fingers felt strange. But good. My willie lengthened and
grew stiff. (I was about three inches.)

"Feels good," I murmured.

"Yeah. I like getting stiffies," Kelly told me.

He fondled me until he was sure I wouldn't get any harder. "Try now," he
said, moving over on his pillow. I scooted beside him so we were hip to hip
and tried rubbing my stiffy on his pillow the way he was doing, which was
pumping his hips the way that comes naturally to every boy.

"Sometimes I do this," he told me, circling his hips.

I tried it and liked it. I had rubbed my stiffy on my bed in the morning,
but had never thought of putting a pillow under me.

"If you do it long enough," Kelly told me, "you get a really good feeling."

"Yeah, it feels good," I agreed.

"No. A REALLY good feeling," he said. "It makes me shake all over."

He pushed up and bunched his pillow under him, and then holding himself up
on his arms, he pumped his hips faster. I did the same, and there was
something cool about both of us, up on our hands, pumping next to each
other.

In the quiet of the room, you could hear our breathing. It sounded like we
were running.

After what was probably five minutes or so, Kelly started pumping really
fast and then froze. He grunted and shuddered. "I got it," he said. "I got
the feeling."

I rolled onto my butt, sitting up with the pillow behind my butt and my PJs
half down my legs. "I didn't," I told him.

"Didn't it feel good?"

"Yeah, but I didn't shake all over like you did."

Kelly pushed up onto all fours. His stiffy pointed up under his belly like
our little dog Toby's did when his got stiff. Kelly reached into my lap and
fondled my stiffy again. "It's still hard," he said.

"That feels good," I told him.

"Here," Kelly told me, grabbing my legs to turn me facing him. He pulled
off my pajama bottoms and underwear, which sorta felt cool -- him pulling
them off and me being all naked waist down. Kelly knelt between my legs and
fondled me. "Maybe you can get the feeling this way."

I opened my legs to him. It felt good, especially when he skinned me up and
down. "That feels best," I told him.

Kelly pulled my butt toward the middle of the bed, then, after pulling off
his own pajama bottoms and underwear, he sat on his butt between my legs
and extended his legs out over the tops of mine. Then he scooted closer so
we were almost up-pointing stiffy to up-pointing stiffy. This time, he used
both hands on me, skinning my willie up and down with the thumb and fingers
of one hand, and tickling my skin next to the base of my willie with the
fingers of his other.

My hips began to rock.

If you get the impression that my younger cousin often called the shots in
our relationship, you got that right! Kelly would boldly lead us where no
boys had gone before. That is, if he could. I imagine countless boys had
tried what we were doing that morning.

Kelly lifted my little ballsack with its two marble-sized balls on his
fingers.

"That feels good," I whispered.

"Your balls are really soft -- you know, your skin," he whispered back,
stroking my scrotum with his finger.

I grabbed his shoulders to hold on.

Kelly traced around my balls with his fingers, probing, then down under
them. "Your stiffy goes all the way down here," he said, pushing up under
me behind my balls.

"Ah!" I murmured.

"Hurt?"

"Feels good."

Kelly rubbed under me and on my stiffy at the same time. My hips rocked
with his hands. I bounced. Suddenly, a sensation almost like needing to pee
hit.

"Ah!" I gasped loudly, feeling my little pelvic floor tightening.

Kelly rubbed under my balls and my stiffy faster. I bounced and
whimpered. And then I shuddered all over.

Kelly quit rubbing and grinned at me. My stiffy pulsed in his still hand,
but nothing came out. I didn't even know that something would someday.

"Do it to me," Kelly said. I wanna see what it feels like.

I took a deep breath, catching up on oxygen, and then reached into his lap
to close my thumb and fingers on his stiffy.

"Oh!" Kelly whispered.

"Yeah!" I agreed. "Feels good to have someone else touch it." I thought,
too, that it felt good to touch another boy's stiffy – Kelly's felt
awesome between my thumb and fingers. His was stiff as a little twig with a
soft underside. I reached under his little ballsack with my fingers, and
Kelly tightened his tummy and rolled up his hips in front to let me get my
fingers under him.

He was hard down there. His stiffy went all the way down between his legs,
too. I rubbed. And I slid his skin up and down his stiffy. Kelly's hips
began to rock.

Before a kid starts shooting cum, a single orgasm doesn't always end an
erection. Just like Kelly had stayed hard after his shudder, I had stayed
hard after mine. "Do me at the same time," I told Kelly.

He reached between us, like I was doing. We had four arms and four hands
working and two little pelvises rocking, and the sides of our temples
touched as we looked down between us. His cheek was soft. Breath from his
nostrils tickled the inside of my neck. I could smell his breath -- boy
breath. I'd never been intimate with a boy like that before.

Silently, Kelly took my wrists in his hands. Holding them out to our sides,
he scooted his balls up against mine. I got the idea and grabbing his butt,
I pulled us even closer and our warm privates pressed. Kelly held my
shoulders and our foreheads touched as we looked down between us at two
stiffies pointing up at us like pink sticks.

We rocked our hips back and forth like a see-saw, and it felt good. Kelly
reached down and held our stiffies together as we rocked. He tried skinning
them, but that didn't do much, so I took his again and he took mine; and we
fondled one another with both hands, balls rubbing balls until he made me
shudder again. Then while we were still pressed together, he held my hand
on his stiffy with his hand and rocked his hips to move his stiffy in my
fingers until he shuddered, too.

Kelly's eyes had closed. They opened slowly and met mine.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Yep."

We grabbed up our PJs and scrambled off the bed.


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