Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2000 09:29:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Bobbie <Redbagman@excite.com>
Subject: Warren and the Woodie

Warren wasn't the kid I would have chosen for a best buddy. A year older
than I, he was shall we say "socially challenged" Back then we used the
term sissy, but that would no longer be considered proper.  I didn't choose
him to be my friend, that decision was made by our parents.

Warren lived on a farm and during the winter months, snowfall sometimes
made the roads difficult and on occasion impossible for him to get to
school. Thus our parents made an arrangement whereby Warren would stay at
our house during bad weather. During some of the better weather, I would in
turn overnight at his farm home. My parents apparently believed that I
would benefit from feeding the chickens and other farm activity. Little did
they realize that we would spend more time "choking the chicken" than
feeding the birds.

The first several sleep overs were uneventful, all of them being at my
house. My bedroom was separated only by a hallway from my parents. Any
noise above a whisper quickly became common knowledge.

However, at Warren's it was a different story. Warren's bedroom was on the
far corner of the house. I never understood why his parents didn't have the
bedroom next to the bathroom but it was Warren's and the rest of the
bedrooms were on the other side of the house. His older sister and parents
had to traverse the living room to reach the bathroom, but Warren had a
door to his bedroom that opened into the bathroom. In fact, the only exit
to the bedroom was through the bathroom.  The result was that after we had
settled down in bed, we got to hear the water run as his sister took her
bath and then the toilet flush and water running in the sink as his parents
finished their evening toilet. That third flushing of the toilet signaled
the end of activity in the household and we could expect to have no further
contact with the household until breakfast.

The two of us were in bed, not yet asleep, under the covers warm and both
cautiously and quietly playing with ourselves.

Warren leaned over and whispered, "you got a woodie?"

"I suppose -- why"

"Me too. Want to see?

"I don't know, I guess so."

Warren lifted the covers, produced a flashlight, and shined it on his
erection, then mine. His was larger, probably not as big around but most
certainly longer. It reminded me of a candle, not all that big around but
rather long.

"Can I touch yours," he asked.

"Well, OK."

He gave it a firm grip and worked his hand up and down on it a couple of
strokes. For the first time I felt a strange hand holding on to my penis."
It felt good in a different sort of way.

"Want to touch mine?"

"Sure"

His tool was really hard, I mean rigid. Mine was still a bit soft around
the edges if you know what I mean, but his was a skin covered steel rod. I
cautiously gave it a squeeze like he had mine and slid the skin back and
forth a couple of time.

"Wow. You got a bunch more than mine."

"Want to do something?"

"Like jack each other off or what?"

"Well, one time when Ronnie came out he got a woodie and put some stuff on
it and stuck his in my butt and then I did it to him."

"When was that?"

"Last year"

"Wow, what happened?

"Ronnie kinda peed in me but not much.  Want to try?"

"I suppose, but you show me how."

"OK," I'll do it to you first."

He got up from the bed with his erection sticking straight out and switched
on a table lamp away from the door. In the soft light of the room Warren
produced a jar of hair wax. Back then the flattop was all the rage and
every teen age boy had a jar of the pink colored hair wax to make the
flattop stand up.

"We gotta have some slickum and this is all I got. Put some on your
butthole and I'll put some on my dick."

I obeyed and without him knowing, I managed to work a bit of the sticky
substance deep into my ass. Warren stood by the beed and made sure he was
well covered.

Although I was inexperienced in this sex stuff, my butthole had had plenty
of action over the previous couple of years. I had received an enema and
discovered that I liked to put things up there and had taken on candles,
the handle of one of those Mexican rattles and even the large douche nozzle
from my mother's syringe. It was one of a kind I haven't seen for years but
rather than a long tube type nozzle it expanded gradually to form a shield
and was pretty large. My ass definitively may have been virgin but it
wasn't unexplored.

As soon as I had lubed that hole (and given it a few quick finger strokes),
I said, "OK I guess I'm ready, what do we do now."

"Get on your hands and knees and kinda kneel over so your butt is sticking
in the air."

We kicked the covers back on the bed and there I was on my elbows with my
butt waiting. It was high in the air and trembling in anticipation. Warren
didn't take too long. He climbed on the bed and sort of straddled my
ass. As he leaned forward I felt the pressure of his dick against that
private spot. Shortly he was corectly positioned with his rod pressing
against the target. I think he was surprised at the ease with which the
head pushed in. He got the head in and I could feel that knob clearly. The
head just popped in and my ass grasped his dick firmly right behind the
glans.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Kinda good in a funny way" I answered then not wanting to sound to eager,
"It hurts a little bit, but not too bad," I lied. Actually I thought I
would go crazy it felt so good. It was my first real meat. That hole had
felt lots of things before but all of them inanimate "Are you all the way
in?"

I knew he was just barely past the rosebud but I thought it best to
approach it that way.

"No, I'm just started."

"Go ahead, I think I can take a little more."

We jockeyed around with me pretending to to not like it too much and
finally a few moments later Warren was all the way home. He was only 13,
but he definitely had a dick beyond his years so to speak. Really not that
big around but nice and long. And as hard as it had been in my hand, it
didn't feel hard in there the same way a candle had. By the time he was all
the way home I had felt the head push past the rosebud and then fill the
entire rectum up to the neck where it makes a turn. He straightened that
out a little bit too. It was like a second ring he was penetrating and I
was in heaven. I was hooked on this after about the second full stroke.

"Stop for a minute," I begged, not meaning it.

"We can quit" I heard him say.

I quickly replied, "No don't Just wait a second and then go ahead, I want
to know what that pee thing is like."

"Warren squirmed and tried to pee but of course he couldn't.

"I can't pee," he announced.

"Well, just keep doing it and maybe it will happen."

I really didn't care if he peed or not, I just wanted him to keep up the
steady plunging into my butt. Warren started pumping in earnest and I was
doing everything to keep from screaming, it felt so good.

He humped on for quite a while. A funny thing happened though, shortly
after he entered me I went limp with a couple of drops of pre-cum oozing
from my penis.

"Warren humped on giving me all kinds of pleasure, but just couldn't pee or
cum for that matter.  After several minutes I felt him pull out. I was
really sorry to have it stop.

"Your turn to try, I guess, He said.

I showed him my limp penis and said I guess not now, maybe later.

"You could try a little longer that would be OK," I said, trying to sound
apologetic when actually I was about to beg for more but he had gone limp.

We both crawled back under the covers and went to sleep. Somewhere around
the middle of the night, say 1 or 2 a.m. I felt Warren nudge me.  "Hey,
wake up."

"What?"

"I got a woodie again and I'll bet this time I can do the pee thing. Wanta
try?"

It took me a moment to get my head clear and give an assenting, "Sure"

Once again, I dipped into the jar of hair wax and stuffed a wad of the
gooey stuff in my butthole.

This time Warren entered with a little greater sense of urgency. I was
throbbing with anticipation, but just same as earlier in the evening, I
went limp as soon as he slid home.

The bed clothes were mussed up a bit and I really didn't get good traction
and on about the third or fourth stroke I slipped and Warren slipped out
completely. It happened in mid stroke so to speak and even though he had
withdrawn completely, he thrust forward with the next stroke in rhythm.  By
then my butthole was wide open and ready and he re-entered without as much
as a hesitation. However hit my hole at a different angle of attack and the
head of his rod somehow managed to strike what I later found out to be my
prostate. The result was immediate. I shot my wad on the sheets, limp penis
and all.

Warren pumped away and I enjoyed very stroke, but he was still unable to do
the pee thing and in spite of my clenching and pushing back, after a
considerable while, failed to climax and was unable to force a drop of
urine.

"Maybe you should try it now," he asked. I could only show my limp
penis. "Keep trying" I urged and Warren slipped back in and pumped away
until he was too tired to go on. I stayed limp but the friction of his dick
sliding in and out brought me close to a second cum several times.

Finally he withdrew and we once again went back to sleep.

Then early morning arrived, Warren was hard again and wanting to try it one
more time. He had what we called a piss hard on and he was ready. He had a
new idea this time however. After he had humped away for perhaps thirty or
forty strokes, much to my delight he shoved it in all the way, clear past
that second ring and we were tightly joined. He then suggested that we flip
over on our sides. We managed the maneuver but from the way I felt him
moving around inside me when we made the move (and incidentally it was
really a good feeling) I suspect it put some kind of strain on his boner.

Anyway, we got over on the side and he did a few easy strokes and having
satisfied himself that he was firmly lodged in my ass, she started
straining to pee. Ultimately he was successful in emptying an early morning
bladder in my behind. My first piss enema. I loved it, even though it did
require a hasty trip to the bathroom.

I spent many more sleep overs at Warren's and the routine was always much
the same, my ass got a good working over.  I did however before the next
time purchase a jar of vaseline, a much better alternative than the hair
wax. The only real variation we really worked into over two years or so of
sex was that he had a relatively high bed and eventually I learned to bend
over the corner of the bed pressing my privates against the corner of the
bed and spreading my legs along each side of the bed, a technique that
produced additional pleasure for me from the pressure against my groin and
really opened me up so he had a good straight shot at that glory land. I
never did get around to doing his butt and that seemed to work out fine for
the both of us.