Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2022 16:33:16 -0500 From: Art Gibson Subject: Taking Jimmy C-1 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Emails answered at acgib1655@gmail.com Enjoying Jimmy C-1 I needed a boy to enjoy this summer. I craved the things I learned that boys did with their bodies and mouths to each other. My friend and I had naked fun since he was six and I was eight. The special love that existed when boys got naked with each other was my craving. The day after school finished, I hung around the park seeking a boy with whom I could have fun now that Calvin had moved away. Calvin and I had enjoyed each other and learned many firsts about boy's bodies. Cal and I started having fun with each other when I was eight and Cal was six. I first met him the day I walked in the alley behind our houses. He was in his sandbox playing with his trucks. I stopped and asked if I could play. He smiled and nodded at the sandbox. I joined him. We made ramps and holes and moved the trucks around as we made zooming noises to simulate truck motors. We played well together. I asked if he wanted to play another game. "What kind of game?" He asked. "I'll show you, but we need to go into your garage." I had these feelings at eight that made me want to enjoy boys. Cal would be my first. Inside the dim garage, he looked at me, waiting for me to tell him about the game. "How old are you?" I asked? "Six." "You are tall for six. You are almost as tall as me. Want to play now?" He nodded. "Okay. You have to take off all your clothes." Cal's eyes widened. "My undies too? No. That's dirty. Mom says I only take off my clothes when I shower or get ready for bed." I ignored what he told me and said. "Watch. I'll take off my clothes." I slowly removed my shirt, letting him see my belly. I felt my heart speed up. This would be the first time I ever took my clothes off in front of another boy. Calvin watched me. I wanted to let him see all of me. I removed my shorts, standing in just my briefs. My shoes were off. "How do I look?" I asked Cal. "Weird." His voice was small. He stared at me. "Take your clothes off now. I took mine off. You saw me. It's only fair." Slowly, he removed his shirt. He did not remove his shorts. I moved to pull them down. He let me. Both of us stood in front of each other in just our underpants. I felt my heart flutter. Could I go farther? Calvin had a belly that stuck out a bit. He was not fat, just had the same boy look I had. "We need to take our undies off to play this game." I told him as I put my hand in my waistband, tugging my undies down a bit. "If I take mine down, will you do the same?" He looked scared, as if he wanted to leave. I softly said to him. "I'm eight, but I won't hurt you. I won't tell anyone we play this game." "What's your name?" He asked? "Sam." I answered. I slid my undies lower. "Come on. You too." He pulled at his undies. I lowered mine, letting them fall to the floor, then stepped away from them. For the first time in my young life, I was completely naked in front of another boy. I felt my heart hammering in my chest. My stomach felt warm. "Your turn." Calvin looked like he might cry. I waited. Then, as if he had decided, he lowered his undies and stood naked, the same as me. His face turned red. I looked at his wienie. It stood straight out in front of his tummy. I knew mine looked the same. As we stared at each other, I felt myself straining. I moved closer. My voice felt strange as I asked. "You ready?" I stepped closer until we were touching front to front. "What's the game?" He asked? I put my arms around him. "Put your arms around me." He did. "The game is called rubbing. We squirm against each other until it feels good. It's called the rubbing game." Thus began our summer of the rubbing game. We held each other close, rubbing and thrusting as the wonderful feelings we gave each other increased inside our youthful bodies. Some days when we were alone at his house, we went to his room and played on his bed. After a while, we would lay next to each other and hold each other's wienies, rubbing their tips. One day, I felt tingling as Cal rubbed me and I had the tingles all over my body, even to my toes. I felt a deep affection for him blossom as I looked at his pretty face. I moved my face close to his and kissed him. He turned to me and pulled me close, kissing me back. I had the hardest tingles ever. After, we lay looking at each other. "I really like our rubbing game." He said. "I liked when we kissed." "I did too." I replied, looking at Cal's face so close. "Do you want to rub our tongues together?" He asked. "Sure." That day marked the start of a new phase of the rubbing game. We would hold each other tightly, kissing and rubbing our tongues together. Calvin would let me know he was tingling by his moans in my mouth. Our thrusts against each other increased until we both stiffened and lost our tongues against each other's. I felt like we were one body then, with our tummies tight against one another. Our legs always seemed to tighten when we felt like this. We needed doing the rubbing game with each other all the time, now. Our bodies craved each other. We played this game every day for most of that summer. When our parents were away at work, we played for hours. School started. We went to one of our houses after school and sought fun with our rubbing games. We were undressing as soon as we entered the bedroom and closed the door. Our hands and mouths were a frenzy as we sought each other's skin. The next summer, Cal was seven. I was nine. In my room we undressed rapidly as we always did and soon were thrusting against each other on my bed or his. His dicklet had grown, as had mine. One day, he began stroking my hard dicklet with the tip of his finger. I was hard as I ever had been and I moaned. Without a word, Cal leaned over and rubbed the tip of my dicklet with his tongue. Oh crap. I almost tingled right then. He backed off and looked at me. "Did you like that?" He grinned. From my reaction, he knew I had. "Rub mine with your tongue." I let my tongue lick his tip. I backed off. "Tastes like skin." I said. "Feels super. Kiss mine some more." I did, letting my tongue rub the length of his dicklet. By now my friend was thrusting his hips. He kept moaning my name over and over. His feet were on my lower back. His hands gripped my head. "Sammy. Keep rubbing. Your tongue, it feels great." Cal stiffened and screamed. "Sammy." I felt his dicklet bouncing in my mouth. I kept sucking. Soon he called my name again. His body moved all over the place. I felt his feet pounding on the bed behind me. His dicklet bounced more against the roof of my mouth. "Enough." He said finally. "It tickles." He lay back, panting. "Oh, Sammy, just wait. I'm going to rub you with my tongue, just like you did me. You'll see how good it feels." Cal was right. I tingled so strongly when he used his tongue on me. Like Cal, my body thrashed in a frenzy as he licked and sucked my dicklet. My feet kicked the mattress like his did. I never wanted this to end. The days passed. We could not get enough of rubbing our tongues on each other's dicklets. We changed up at times and rubbed our entire bodies against each other but always ended up using our tongues to rub each other's dicklets. One day, Cal said he wanted to try something with his tongue. He wanted to rub my nips with it. I said to try it. So began another rubbing adventure. We soon used our tongues to rub all over each other, feet, legs, faces. We loved this game so much. One day, as I lay on my stomach and Cal was licking my butt, I felt his tongue go between my cheeks into my crack. Cal licked everywhere. I felt his tongue lick my hole. I tingled immediately and cried for more. I had the strongest tingles ever. After, I lay on my back, panting, staring at my best friend. "Shit. That felt good." I said. "Turn over. You gotta let me do that to you now." Calvin lay on his tummy. "Pull your cheeks apart." I directed. As soon as he spread himself, I saw the inside of his crack, all of it. I went straight for his wrinkly hole and rubbed it with my tongue. I knew Calvin liked what I did to him from the way he thrust and moaned my name. Soon he shouted and stiffened. I knew he was tingling. I kept rubbing my tongue in his hole. "Enough. Enough." He finally said. He flipped over and we rubbed our tongues together, our arms around each other. Our rubbing game continued every day without stop, some days more than once. We explored each other all over each other's bodies, every crack and crevice we licked with our tongues. We became challenged to see who could make the other cry louder when we tingled. I turned twelve. Calvin was ten now. One day we were having a dicklet rubbing contest, our mouths sucking until the other screamed. That day, as Cal pulled off, we noticed liquid oozing out of my slit. "Holy shit." Calvin exclaimed. You made sperm." I had told him about boys making sperm from what I learned in health class. We examined the clear liquid, both rubbing our fingers in it and tasting it. We agreed it tasted awesome. Every day, from then on, he made me make more sperm. He loved tasting what I produced. Sometimes he would put my liquid in his mouth and make me suck it off his tongue. Then we would mash our lips together and suck each other's tongues. At those times, we clasped each other tightly and twisted against one another until we both got the tingles. We got good at knowing how intense each of us felt by the way we breathed and thrust our bodies. We always tried to tingle at the same time. Months passed. I became thirteen. Cal was now eleven and not so little anymore. Like mine, his dicklet was becoming bigger. Easter vacation arrived. We were lying in my bed enjoying rubbing, as usual. My mouth slid down to take my little buddy's dicklet, which was now as big as mine, sucking it all the way into my mouth, rubbing my tongue its entire length. I enjoyed putting the tip of my tongue into the slit he peed out of. That caused his breathing to become loud. Soon he was twisting on the bed under me. He moaned my name and thrust deeper than ever, hitting the back of my throat. I felt a thick fluid hit the roof of my mouth. I felt his hands on my head and my name being said low over and over. I pulled off him, watching his first liquid ooze from his tip. I returned to taste his sweet fluid and smiled around the dicklet trapped between my lips. Calvin received his first sperm from me. Now we were both big boys. Our game ended one day when he told me through his sobs, his parents were moving. They would be gone by the end of the week, a month before school ended. We could only play the game one more time. We spent that entire day naked and in a frenzy, making each other sperm and tingle over and over. Our skin was wet from our tonguing each other, as if we had showered. No part of each other was off limits. Our tears mixed as we licked and kissed the other's cheeks. Our mouths stayed locked tightly against our dicklets' urging our special liquid from their tips. I even sucked the hair strands on his head. Our day ended. Both of us could barely stand. After one last kiss, Calvin left my life. I moped for days. Now Summer arrived. I looked for a boy. No one could replace what Cal and I had learned. We were each other's first in so many boy things. I think I loved Cal. I knew I needed to move on. A huge void existed in my heart and I had to fill it. I wanted someone I could teach what Cal, and I learned. The first day of vacation found me sitting on a swing at the park. I watched kids playing, moms with infants, as I sat alone. I almost missed him because of the wetness obscuring my vision. That is, until he sat on the swing next to me. I noticed his dirty shoeless feet rubbing the dirt under him. His toenails had dirt under their tips. I side glanced at this boy. His hair was the color of a carrot. I could see the freckles on his face. He had them on the backs of his hands as well. His clothes were raggedy. I felt a surge of protection towards this kid. Maybe? "Hi. "I'm Sammy." I told him. "I'm Jimmy. Nice to meet you." "Well," I thought. "At least he is polite." So ends Jimmy, Chapter One. I answer emails at acgib1655@gmail.com My previous stories used a Proton mail account. I have had problems with that account. Use Gmail for contacts. Of course, NIFTY is worth a donation if you can give.