Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2019 16:43:01 +0100 (CET)
From: anyguy@tutanota.com
Subject: The Shadow Game

This is a story about two young friends. It's a personal thing. If you have
comments I would love to hear from you at: anyguy@tutanota.com


The Shadow Game


   I was 13 and well into puberty. I used to hang out all the time with a
guy named Andy. He was my best friend. We had been friends for probably
three years at that point. He had a much older brother who had already gone
off to college, so in essence, he was an only child. His parents were great
people, and they really enjoyed having me around to keep their son
company. I came from a large, poor family. We lived in a small rural town
in the northeastern US. Because of this friendship, it was really
extraordinary for me to be exposed to places and opportunities that would
never have happened with my own family.

   Andy and I lived about a mile apart; and I ended up staying at his house
almost every weekend. On Fridays after school, I would ride my bike over
or, like in the winter, his Dad would pick me up at my house. Andy's family
had a huge house, and Andy had a big bedroom with a full-sized bed.
Whenever I stayed over at his house we shared his bed, which was normal at
the time. In fact I had another friend who would occasionally invite me
over to his house, and it was the same arrangement. He was also an only
child and we always shared his bed.

   So this one summer night Andy and I were sleeping out in these things
called jungle hammocks. Andy's Dad had gotten them at an Army surplus
store. They were hammocks strung between two trees, and they had a canvas
roof and mosquito netting on the sides to keep the bugs out. Andy's house
was on a five-acre lot with lots of trees, right outside of town. The
hammocks were hung side-by-side, maybe 6 feet apart. We talked for quite a
while and then we both got quiet. We both had sleeping bags in the
hammocks, but it was really too hot to cover up with them. I guess Andy
thought I was asleep, because at one point I looked over and there he was
with his flashlight on, shining it on his erect dick. He was completely
focused on his little uncut stiffy; and he was clearly having a lot of fun
with it. Suddenly my brain was going like... WOW. And what was really weird
to me, I could tell that his dick was way smaller than mine. I was about 6
months older, but it was clear that I was measurably more advanced in
puberty than he was. He eventually turned off his flashlight, and since the
show was over, I went to sleep.

   However, the NEXT night we also climbed into the hammocks, just like the
night before. In the summer we normally just slept in our undies. It was a
beautiful, warm, cloudless summer night with a full moon. We were in our
hammocks chatting when Andy told me he wanted to play a little game. He
would use his flashlight to make a shadow on the mosquito netting, and I
would have to guess the right body part from the shadow. Then when I
guessed correctly, it would be my turn to do the same. I said OK and he
started the game. He worked his way around his body: a foot, a toe, a
finger, a thumb. You get the picture. I did the same in return. Then he
raised the bar. He used his flashlight to cast a shadow of his erect dick,
which, as I said, wasn't all that big. The funny thing was, I could see not
only the shadow, but his dick was fully illuminated just like the night
before. I made a few wrong guesses on purpose, but eventually I had to call
it like it was. And then it became my turn. He had seen me naked plenty of
times, dressing and changing in his bedroom and also in the locker room at
school. I knew he had never seen my dick hard, and I also knew that it was
way bigger than his. Even then I was like 6 inches hard. I decided I had to
go for it, so I grabbed my dick at the base and held it straight out. This
was pretty wild stuff, so I was fantastically hard. Then I turned on my
flashlight. My dick was big, hard, and completely illuminated, and the
shadow was enormous.

   Andy was totally amazed. Since there was no internet in those days,
neither of us had ever seen porn or an erect dick other than our own
(although I had seen my brother's a few times). Andy had no idea what to
expect, and this was a revelation to him. His own dick was tiny and also
uncut. Mine was very different. He had never seen a hard shiny dick head on
top of a long, veiny shaft. He just gasped, and asked me to keep my light
shining on it! So I gave him a long time to view it. I was so turned on I
was dripping precum. Eventually we went back to the game, and at one point
I decided to illuminate my balls so he could see and guess them as well.

   As I said, it was a hot, moonlit night. We finally tired of the shadow
game, so we decided to get out of the hammocks and run around naked in the
moonlight. I stayed really hard, and I remember my dick slapping against my
legs while I ran. Then I settled into a lounge type lawn chair. I figured
he deserved a good long look at my moonlit boner, since I had enjoyed
watching him play with his the night before. Eventually we got back in our
hammocks, but not until we both peed in the moonlight. I have to say, it
was different holding my dick and peeing right in front of another guy, but
since I often did that with my brothers and my Dad anyway, it wasn't really
a problem for me. So finally we climbed back in our hammocks and went to
sleep.

   I was at his house again the following weekend and this time we stayed
in his room. We talked a lot about girls and sex, and it was easy to see
that we both had boners when we got on our pajamas and went to bed. Later
that night, I know Andy thought I was asleep, and much to my delight, I
felt his hand on my thigh. We were both wearing short pajamas without
undies. I have to say, it was awesome feeling his hand slowly inch its way
up my thigh and into the leg of my PJs. At first he gently explored my
balls. I was really fascinated, and I really wanted him to do more.
Finally, when his hand wrapped around my cock (which by then was extremely
hard and pulsing), it felt unimaginably great. He cupped my balls, and then
held my very hot and hard dick while it pulsed in his hand. He gently
squeezed, and very tenderly massaged its full length. It was the first time
my boner was ever held by anyone but myself. The feeling was just
amazing. I wanted to thrust into his palm, fucking his hand, but I also
didn't want the moment to end. I admit I didn't want him to stop.

  Eventually I got tired of making believe I was asleep, so I reached over
and grabbed his crotch. He was shocked but delighted. We didn't say much,
but after shedding our PJs we explored each other's bodies. I held his
balls and massaged his little uncut stiffy. Soon he was producing a nice
stream of precum. I tried to pull his foreskin down and expose the tip of
his dick, which I could see in the moonlight, but it was too tight. This
mutual exploration went on for quite a while.  With me on my back and my
legs wide open, he started running his fingers from deep in my ass crack,
actually touching my boy hole, all the way across my balls and along my
throbbing hard cock, right to the wet end. There was just enough light
coming through the two big windows for us to see what we were doing. I had
never before been so stimulated. I watched his fingers caress the length of
my cock. Every time he got near the tip, my muscles would contract and my
hard, hard dick would lift right off my body. My virgin boy cock couldn't
get any harder. It was fascinating and extremely enjoyable watching
this. After some time, tiring of the soft touch, Andy tried jacking me off,
and I tried doing the same to him, but neither of us would let it go far
enough to cum. Eventually our exhaustion caught up with us and we drifted
off to sleep.

  Much later in the night, or perhaps it was early morning, I woke up, I
think because I had to pee, but I was shocked to realize that his lips were
on my dick. I was like-Fuck, I should be enjoying this. My brain was going
"Holy Shit, I'm getting a blowjob from my best friend!" Unfortunately I had
to take such a piss that it hurt. Eventually I moved like I was waking up
and he backed off right away. I got up and went to the bathroom, which was
quite a relief. And no, I pissed easily because I no longer had a
boner. When I got back to the bed, he was spread-eagled on his back making
believe he was asleep, with his boner sticking straight up. Obviously I
knew he was awake; and I could tell he was hoping I would crawl between his
legs and suck his dick. I didn't (but for years I wished I had). I still
regret that I didn't do it. So we drifted off to sleep, and that was that.

   It turned out to be a couple of weeks before I stayed over again. It was
a Saturday night, and we did our normal boy stuff until it was bedtime. I'm
sure both of us were wondering what was going to happen that night,
although we didn't talk about it. We got into bed and it wasn't long before
we got really close. Then Andy rubbed my thigh with his boner. That was a
cue. I reached over and grabbed it. We started playing with each other's
dicks right away. Things went on like that for quite a while. We shed our
pajamas. I remember spooning behind him and rubbing my cock into the crack
of his ass. I, of course, knew nothing about lube or ass fucking. It was
just an available hot, wet space that felt really good. I was able to find
his hole and penetrate an inch or so, but I can't say I had my dick in him
very far. When I finally gave up and backed away he yelped a bit, so I know
I had made some progress. Truth be told, we didn't hug or kiss or anything
like that. It was just dick fun, mutual masturbation and such. And just
like the previous time, we eventually gave it up and drifted off to sleep.

  However, when we woke up the next morning we both had boners, and of
course compared to his, mine was huge. He pulled the covers off me. I was
on my back and Andy started really jacking me hard. I'm not sure he knew
what to expect. I took over for a while and masturbated with his eyes glued
to my actions. It was not only very erotic, but it also allowed me to
suspend or control my orgasm. Before long his hand replaced mine, and once
again he was jacking me. At that point I was furiously dripping precum,
which caused his hand movements to make a slurpy sound as he vigorously
pumped my boner. Soon I was getting really close to cumming. I told him to
back off because I was going to squirt. He said he didn't care. And not
long after that I exploded!

   Damn, I shot a major load. In no time I had squirted cum all over my
chest, his hand, and most significantly, all over his sheets. The jism just
kept coming, rope after rope. He was in awe. But the bed was a mess. In
fact there was a sizable pool of cum right below my balls. We tried to
clean it up, but we did a terrible job. I know that because later that
morning his mother must have found the mess. How do I know that? Because I
was never asked to stay over again. Andy was sent away to finish the summer
at summer camp. I didn't see him again until school started that fall. We
never talked about that night, ...ever. And as friends, we just kind of
drifted apart. We didn't have any emotional attachment to each other, and
life just moved on.

   For me, like every guy, I always had masturbation. I also had a few
brothers, both older and younger. Three of us were in the same bedroom. We
guys weren't shy, and it was nothing to see a brother's boner or to hear
one beating it at night. There were quite a few adventure stories that I
could share, like crawling into bed together to watch a ball game on TV, or
giving each other back scratches and massages, but I guess those belong in
a different category.

  A few years later I discovered girls. My first time with a girl was a
fantastic experience; and that is the only type of sex I have had since!
Although I do think a lot about guys. And with the internet, well... Sexual
interest is a spectrum. And let's face it, sex is fun!

  So if you liked this or if you're interested in more, let me know by
email and maybe I will write some more! Thanks for reading.

anyguy@tutanota.com