Date: Thu, 04 May 2023 18:35:40 +0000 From: Piter Sand Subject: The summer of my loosening part 1 The summer of my loosening part 1 Bisexual / Young friends This is a story of discovery and initiation into sex by a young boy. For this reason it is a light sex story, without embellishment or exaggerating what happened. The prologue was published in the Gay/Young friends section with the name "A few months before my "loosening" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/a-few-months-before-my-loosening English is not my mother tongue and for that reason I would thank you for being benevolent with my writing. I'd love to hear from readers and I'll try to write back. If you can, please support Nifty with a financial donation - whatever you can afford - so that this archive of stories can remain free and available. Just go to http://donate.nifty.org/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was the summer when I turned twelve. Until then I had been a naive and innocent boy in matters of sex and I had only had a few small clues that I had not been able to interpret and that had not been followed up. In those days, my mother and my brothers spent the almost three summer months in a house near the sea that belonged to my grandparents. A house with garden and swimming pool a few meters from the beach. My dad worked and only came on weekends. For a city boy, used to living life almost exclusively within four walls, both at school and in the city apartment, the change was remarkable. Summer meant freedom. Freedom to do whatever we wanted throughout the day and the only timetables that were mandatory were for lunch and dinner. Even the time to go to sleep and wake up was free and only the fatigue marked our schedules. The house was in a group of houses with gardens a little away from the village. Most of these houses were empty for the rest of the year, remaining inhabited for only a few weeks in summer. There were few kids my age and none of them stayed for the three months, some left after a few weeks, maximum one month, and others appeared later. I belong to a family with several siblings, of whom the older ones made their lives with their own friends, ignoring my 10 and a half year old sister Monica and myself, about to turn 12. Monica was blonde, with long straight hair, thin, a bit shorter than me, and with a lot more character. I, Max, was of medium height and build, somewhat strong, without being athletic, because I practiced tennis and soccer. But I was somewhat shy while Monica was more daring and cheeky. During the month of July we made friends with two boys and a girl from the neighborhood. The boys were brothers. The eldest, Oscar, 13 years old, extremely thin, with a very ugly face and a squeaky voice. His brother, Abel, just turned 11, athletic, shapely and handsome. The girl's name was Laura, she was the brothers' cousin, the same age as Abel. Medium blonde hair, slender, pretty, somewhat more developed than my sister and with a character quite similar to mine with a certain shyness. Oscar, the eldest, rarely joined our games and when he did he always behaved in a very strange way, which at the time I wouldn't know how to describe it, but now I would say something perverse. One afternoon Oscar, Abel and I were there, without the girls, deciding what we were going to play. Oscar proposed that Abel play the role of an enemy that we had captured and that we had to torture. We would carry out the torture in a shed located in a corner of the garden of my house that was used to store tools and junk. As we headed there, Oscar said that the torture would consist of stripping Abel naked. At that moment, it didn't cause me any special emotion because I thought he was joking and I never thought he was being serious. But Abel immediately replied: "Okay, you can undress me but not my underwear" At that precise moment, realizing that it was not a joke and that it was serious, I felt a tickle in my belly and a pleasant sensation on my dick in a conscious way for the first time. Abel was willing to be undressed and, although he wanted to keep his underpants on, I was very excited. The sensation that I felt, I thought was similar to what you feel in your belly when you are in a Ferris wheel and you start to descend at a certain speed. Such was my naiveté in those days. But when we were going to the shed to "torture" Abel, someone told them that their father was looking for them for some reason that I don't remember right now and that they had to go to his place. That caused a drop in my excitement to see the opportunity frustrated. At that time, I didn't know why I was so interested in seeing my friend in his underwear, but the truth is that it kept me expecting that this could happen another day and the pleasant feeling that it produced in my crotch would return. Another day we were the three boys and the two girls joking around the pool at my friends' house without any adult in the place. Although I really should say that Oscar, the eldest, was a bit out of our games. At one point, Oscar came up to us and said, - Why don't we play Adam and Eve? Abel can be Adam and Monica could play Eve. You just have to get naked. We all giggled nervously, and while my sister protested that she wasn't going to undress, I could see that Abel didn't protest and remained silent. At that moment I began to feel that pleasant tingling in my tummy just like the one I felt the day before and that I was already starting to like. This was the second time that Oscar proposed a game in which someone had to get naked. But I thought that this occasion was also going to be frustrated, just like the day of the supposed "torture", this time due to my sister's refusal. If the other day I lost the opportunity to see Abel in his underwear, today I was going to miss the opportunity to see him naked. Because, actually, I was very interested in seeing Abel naked and on the other hand, I was indifferent to the possibility of watch my sister naked. Meanwhile, the other girl, Laura, remained silent with a smile but without intervening in the discussion. But then my sister Monica surprised me by saying that in any case we could play something similar but not out there but inside a storage room located next to the pool. Apparently Monica was embarrassed to get naked right there, but instead she didn't think it was a bad thing to play a nasty game inside the room. I wondered if she was feeling the same tickle that I was feeling. Monica suggested that we could play "The Killer." It was a very childish and innocent game in which a blank sheet was divided into a number of small pieces of paper, as many as the kids were playing, and on one of them was written: KILLER, leaving the others blank. A kid would play the policeman, waiting outside, while the others locked themselves in a dark room after having chosen a piece of paper, previously folded, and checked if he had to play the murderer without the others knowing. So, once in the room, the lights went out and everyone began to move and turn around in the dark in complete silence until "the killer" pretended to stab one of them. The "murdered" should scream and fall struck down to the ground while the rest should remain still without moving from the place where they were since the scream was heard. At this moment, the kid who was playing the policeman had to enter the room, turn on the lights and find out who the killer was according to the place they were occupying, or by the laugh that escaped him or by simple intuition. As you can see, the game was quite silly and childish, but it turned out that Monica said that whoever had to be "the killer" could do whatever he wanted to the "victim". The tingling in my belly reappeared but I soon realized that I wanted to be "the killer" but not the "victim" because I was very shy about my own nudity. My sister sensed what was going through my mind and immediately said: - Max will play the cop. I was a little confused because on the one hand it prevented me from being naked, but on the other I couldn't see or know anything about what was going on inside the room. I was so horny that I dared to say: - Okay, I'll be the policeman but when the room opens someone has to show something. Of course, I hoped that "someone" would be Abel and not the girls. Monica immediately protested: - No way. If you want to, come into the room and play with us. I told her I wouldn't do it and the discussion dragged on until suddenly Abel, impatient, said: - It doesn't matter, I'll do it. We all turned to look at him with a surprised face but delighted with the solution. And my tingling began to focus on my dick that started to get hard. So, Abel, Monica and Laura headed to the room. The latter had not participated in the discussion and had remained attentive but silent. But... what about Oscar? Oscar, the one who had provoked all of this with his suggestion of playing Adam and Eve, had remained totally aloof but with a mischievous smile on his face. He remained silent but carefully observed everything that was happening and it never occurred to anyone to ask him if he was going to play too. I told them that we had to prepare the pieces of paper to see who would be the killer and again Monica was the one who answered: - It is not necessary. We will decide inside who is the murderer and who is the victim. And you will have to find out. Shortly after the three of them entered the room, I began to hear them giggling and some small shout of excitement and I was dying of envy outside. At last the giggling stopped and at once the door opened Abel appeared with his pants around his ankles and he was not wearing any underwear. I gasped with an uncontrollable erection watching Abel's medium-sized cock, the same as mine despite being a year younger. He was slightly aroused, pointing horizontally and even though he was uncircumcised you could see part of his head peeking out of the skin that covered it. The balls were already somewhat formed, round and symmetrical without any visible hair on them or on the pubis. Meanwhile, the two girls were giggling shyly, without taking their eyes off, saying: - He's not wearing any underwear! There was a moment of silence in which the girls and I kept our eyes on this naked body of a young athlete. Abel broke this reverie by telling me: - Come on, I'm the victim, now you have to guess who the killer is. I almost started laughing because at this moment nobody cared who the killer was and besides it was silly because it could only be one of the two girls. Knowing the character of the two girls, I had no doubt that my sister Monica had been the "killer", as it was evidently the case. The game was repeated a couple more times and although the murderer and the victim took turns between Abel and Monica, when the door to the room opened, Abel always appeared with his pants around his ankles, even though he was not the victim that time. I think the other girl, Laura, was content to be a mere spectator, although I can't say for sure. The game soon ended because there wasn't very much to do with it. And, for me, began what would be my initiation into sex, unknown until now. The image of Abel naked and semi-erect didn't leave my mind all day and neither did the boner in my underpants. It made me feel a pleasant tingling in my crotch that made me think that this sensation was due to something more than simple curiosity to compare Abel's dick with mine, but without knowing exactly why. My "loosening" had begun, albeit still slightly, since I had only passively participated in the sexual game with my eyes. I imagine that the two girls and the boy had a little more active fun in that little room. Meanwhile Oscar, Abel's older brother, had stealthily disappeared at some point in the "game" although none of us paid the slightest attention to his absence. To be continued P.S. Comments are appreciated in my email.