Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2023 16:01:06 +0000 From: Piter Sand Subject: The summer of my loosening part 5 The summer of my loosening part 5 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/ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Kids in this chapter: Me, Max, just turned 12 few days ago, my neighbors Abel 11 and Oscar 13. One afternoon, after lunch, I was in my room trying to take a nap but the sweltering heat prevented me from doing so. Stretched out on the bed, wearing only my bathing suit, some of the sexual games carried out these first days of summer came to mind and I started to get horny. I remembered Abel, as if I had him there in front of me, pulling down his jeans, his very white briefs and the bulge that was insinuating there. I remembered Abel pulling them down to his knees leaving him completely naked, and me reaching out and touching that hot, aroused cock. Without realizing it, while thinking about all this, I started touching myself. First, over the bathing suit and little by little inside, inserting my hand through the groin, causing a boner and great pleasure. It was the first time that I masturbated, although without really knowing what I was doing. I just knew that I was liking it. I suddenly thought that all this would be much more exciting if I did it in my underwear. I got up and went to the closet, got some briefs, took off my bathing suit and put them on. They were the same as Abel's, very white, and stood out spectacularly against the tan of the body from the summer sun. I looked at myself in the mirror and it gave me a lot of excitement to see myself with those briefs, with those frontal openings and the boner that was shamelessly bulging in them. I stretched out on the bed again and repeated the strokes over my underwear and then up my inner thighs to my groin. I inserted my fingers under the edge of them until I touched the erect cock, causing me an electric wave of pleasure that forced me to withdraw my hand for a few seconds, because I didn't know what could happen if I continued. It was a feeling like I was going to explode with pleasure. I stopped, but after a while I would repeat it again with great excitement. All this time I imagined that it was Abel's hand that was caressing me. I repeated these caresses several times, always stopping when the pleasure reached a very high point. On one of these occasions, I was stroking myself through my underwear and I put my hand through the fly opening and when I touched my boner I felt that I had reached the limit of what I could take and I withdrew my hand quickly. It took very little for the inevitable to happen. And I got scared because I didn't know what it was about. I didn't know what an orgasm was, let alone an ejaculation, but it was already the third time this summer that I was about to reach the point of no return. The first two at the hands of Oscar and this day I discovered that I could also get this feeling with my own hands. I decided to stop due to the fear of the unknown if I continued. Little by little the erection subsided and I started to get dressed, but then I realized that I was in my underwear. All these summer days I had kept my dry bathing suit under my jeans. At first, because I was too lazy to change, and later, when we began to play sexual games, because I was ashamed of being seen in my underwear. Then I imagined that I was playing with Abel and my sister and that, when it was my turn, they saw me in my underpants. And for the first time, instead of being embarrassed, I was really excited by the idea. I got my boner back instantly just by thinking about it. At that point I decided that from now on I was going to wear my white briefs under my jeans for the rest of the summer in the hope of playing some sexual game in them again. So, I got dressed, trying to hide my boner, leaving the shirt outside my pants and I went to the garden. A couple of days later, one afternoon, I met Abel and his older brother Oscar who came to pick me up to play. We went to a place in the garden a little apart from the house but not so far away that we couldn't be seen. In fact, from the windows on the upper floor we could be seen perfectly by anyone located there. But we didn't think of that at the time. Once again it was Oscar who proposed the game. Abel had to hide an object that would represent a "treasure", I think it was a matchbox, somewhere in the garden without us looking and then we would "torture" him until he "confessed" where he had hidden it. At that very moment I began to feel tickling inside my underwear because I imagined how the game would continue. Oscar and I turned around while Abel hid the "treasure" and after a while he came back, ready to be tortured. While I was imagining how I was going to torture him, Oscar quietly disappeared without me noticing his absence. I didn't care either. I was just thinking about how I could start a sexual game, hiding my interest, with the excuse of the torture. Although, if I think about it now, I think that Oscar and Abel had already plotted this "treasure" game between them before so that it ended up turning into a sexual game. I imagine Oscar was the one who came up with it and that Abel liked the idea. What I didn't understand is the reason why Oscar proposed a game that would surely become sexual and then he disappeared... Today I wonder if he was spying on us from some hidden corner or if he left and later his brother would tell him everything we had done so he could jerk off to the story. I never found out. Be that as it may, the point is that I was going to torture Abel, who was patiently waiting, sitting on the stone railing that surrounded the garden. I went towards him and, following the game, I told him: - Are you going to talk? Abel: No Then, with great excitement, I took my hand to the zipper of his jeans and, looking into his eyes, I asked him again: - Are you going to talk? Abel: No With that answer, he had just given me green light to continue, so I unzipped his jeans, revealing part of his white briefs. That made me even hornier. I asked him again: - Are you going to talk? Abel: - No I was by then already very horny and my dick completely hard in my underwear. So I reached down to his crotch and pulled the two parts of the zipper wide apart so that more of his briefs were showing through. That drove me crazy and my horniness prevented me from reasoning, because if I had done it, I suppose I would have also undid the button on his jeans to fully see his underpants. Instead I stretched out my hand again until I almost touched the lump that was bulging there but stopping less than an inch away to say: - Are you going to talk? I was crazy and desperately wanting to touch him, but I wasn't sure if I was going too far and at any moment Abel was going to get up and say something like: - Filthy pig! That's why at every step I took I followed the game of torture and when I asked him - Are you going to talk? it was as if I were asking permission to continue. And Abel hadn't protested at all so far. Comments are welcome on my email. Abel replied again: - No Without thinking about it, I reached out and put my hand on that bulge that was already marked in those underpants and I squeezed gently, noticing how it grew with my caresses. While I was enjoying this, I looked at his face and saw that his eyes were half closed and his mouth was ajar, breathing heavily. Seeing that he was also enjoying it and he didn't offer any resistance, this time without asking him anything, I took my hand to his groin and putting my fingers through the edge of his briefs I touched his cock directly and felt its hardness, its soft and hot texture. Abel let out a little moan as I played with his cock and I felt an overwhelming desire to see it so I yanked it out of her briefs by the hem. Being Abel in the sitting position, only a part of his cock could be seen, but I could see his head sticking out of his foreskin and a part of his trunk. I felt it and played with it a bit. I had an uncontrollable boner in my underwear and an arousal that I had never felt in my life. At this point, even though Abel still didn't protest and it was obvious we were both enjoying it, I thought that the "torture" excuse had gone on too long and that maybe Abel was going to get mad at me eventually. An absurd idea if I think about it now because both of us knew deep down that what we were doing was not torture. Quite the contrary. My lack of experience with sex was to blame for this idea. So I inserted his boner as best I could back into his underwear and zipped up his pants. We were both silent, saying nothing for a few moments. I was in my cloud and we both had our bulging pants about to explode. Suddenly Abel broke the silence and, surprising me, he said: - Well, I haven't talked yet. You have to keep torturing me. And saying this, he stretched out on his back on the grass. I was puzzled because I thought that I had gone too far with my touching, that it was clearly not a "torture" game and that perhaps Abel could have been upset. It was clear now that he had liked it and wanted to continue. In any case, I was a little embarrassed to continue touching him directly, so I had the idea that he should choose the torture among three that I proposed. Come to think of it, what a strange way to "torture" someone, letting the tortured person choose, ha ha. I told him: - What do you prefer? Tickling, punching, or taking out your willy (that's what we called the dick in those days, ha ha) I thought that if he chose the tickling at least I could touch him a little over his pants. I said about the punches because I knew he wouldn't choose this and it was a way of hiding the fact that I was giving him three options. And, of course, taking his cock out again was what I wanted, but in this case it would be him who asked for it if he wanted it. Abel answered quickly: - Tickling. I was a little disappointed but I thought it was the logical thing to choose since it is the mildest torture. So, I stood next to him to start the "torture" when Abel surprised me by saying: - No, no, better get my willy out Apparently when he chose tickling he did it on impulse and without thinking too much about it, but perhaps it was his own cock that thought better of it and made him change the choice. Hearing it, my own cock that had fallen a little numb when he chose the tickling, reacted like a spring back and got hard again. Apparently Abel had liked what I had done to him. I smiled. In this way, the fact that I was the one interested in touching him was hidden a bit, since he was the one who asked me to. It was no longer necessary for me to ask him every time I took a step: - Are you going to talk? We both already knew what we were going for. So, I lowered his zipper again, and you could already see Abel's excitement in the bulge that was marked in his white briefs. I caressed and felt a little above them, which made me very horny, and immediately my hand found the edge of his briefs and cleverly entered inside them, touching his erect cock and pulling it out. It was more or less the size of mine, although he was almost a year younger than me, and that day I noticed it was harder than on other occasions. He was not circumcised and the foreskin was somewhat withdrawn and you could see his head with that eye in the middle that seemed to be looking at me. I played with it and after a while I tucked it back into his underwear and carefully zipped up his jeans. I don't remember noticing pre-cum although at the time I had no idea about all that. Due to that same lack of knowledge, I didn't continue jerking him until the end because I didn't even know that there was an end when you played like that. What I did know is that my cock was about to explode in my pants and I got even more aroused when Abel told me the well-known: - Now you! I knew it was inevitable that now Abel was going to do the same thing to me that I had just done to him, which made me both excited and nervous. I stretched out on the grass ready to suffer the same "torture", completely forgetting about the "hidden treasure" that was the excuse for all this to happen. Suddenly Abel surprised me by saying: - What do you prefer, tickling, pulling your willy out, or... what was the other one? Me: - Punches Abel: - Yes, that, punches. At that moment my cock, which was fully erect, relaxed a bit and my arousal level dropped because Abel was giving me the chance not to touch me, for example if I chose tickling. But, after a few seconds, my dick decided for me and I replied: - Whatever you want. I was a bit of a hypocrite, I admit it, because I had already decided what I wanted. For the first time I wanted to be touched and seen. But I preferred that my interest not be noticed and that Abel was the one who had to decide what he wanted to do. Although I was sure what his choice would be. And indeed, Abel didn't take a second to think about it and said: - Take out your willy My cock reacted like a spring and was instantly hard. Abel knelt between my legs and unzipped my jeans. I, who was stretched out, looked at him and I noticed that he made a surprised face and he immediately looked into my eyes as if he wanted to say something. I raised my head a little and looked at my zipper area to see what had surprised him and I immediately understood. My white briefs, that I had been expressly wearing under my jeans for a few days because now it made me horny to be seen with them if we ever played some sexual game, were perfectly visible. So Abel had been surprised because on all previous occasions I had worn my bathing suit under my jeans and it was the first time he had seen my underwear. That caused my arousal to be maximum and more intense than ever. Abel, without commenting, began his exploration, sliding his fingers down my briefs, looking for the edge, and then he said: - What a wider underpants! And me: No, it looks like it, but they are regular ones. Abel: Ok, never mind. He reached inside them and with great skill pulled out my hard cock and began to play with it. First fingering it, sending waves of pleasure through me, then he grabbed it with three fingers and began stroking the head with his thumb. He was rubbing slowly the surface but without stopping, also passing through the piss slit and my pleasure was growing to limits never before experienced. I started to gasp and I felt as if I was going to explode with so much pleasure, which is why I was about to ask him to stop because I didn't know what was going to happen, when suddenly, with a sudden movement, he quickly inserted my cock back inside my underwear. The moment its head touched the fabric of my briefs my cock reached its limit and, feeling enormous pleasure, I came uncontrollably contraction after contraction. I didn't really know what had happened to me, but I did know that I liked it a lot. But I didn't have time to think about it because I noticed that Abel remained motionless looking into the distance above my head and it occurred to me to say: - Well, zip me up, right? And Abel getting up quickly told me: - Watch out! People are coming! I turned my head and, sure enough, I saw how three adults (family and friends) were approaching and when they were about three meters from us they stopped and began to talk among themselves. I quickly zipped up and Abel and I got out of there as sneakily as we could. At that time we thought it was close, but today I am convinced that we were caught red-handed. I think so because the place where we were, although located in a part of the garden a little away from the house, could be seen without any difficulty from one of the three windows on the upper floor that overlooked this part of the garden. I think someone saw us and decided to put an end to our games, although in a discreet way, without scaring us. That's why they came closer to where we were and when they realized that we had already seen them, a few meters away, they decided to pretend as if they had not seen us. Today I thank them for acting like this. So Abel and I went one to each side and I went to the bathroom to check what that moisture in my underpants was. I locked myself in, unbuttoned my jeans and looked inside my briefs where I could see traces of a sticky and somewhat whitish substance. I touched it with a finger and brought it close to my nose. It had a certain fishy smell. I didn't know what it was, but I thought it might have something to do with what a schoolmate asked me one day: Is milk coming out of your dick yet? And I didn't know what to answer. It would take me a few more months to learn the mysteries of life. At the time, it didn't surprise me that it hadn't seeped through and stained the jeans. It never occurred to me to think about it. But now I think it was because as it was my first cum the amount of semen must have been small, and also because at that time I was wearing good quality cotton underwear, something thick, along with a double layer at the height of the fly, where there was a side opening to get the cock out there when going to pee. An opening that we never used for our games. Anyway, I had had my first orgasm and my first cum, and it had been at the hands of a friend, although I think Abel never found out, because the ejaculation occurred in my underwear. Abel had gone one step further in my "loosening up." Despite being a shy child of my nudity, Abel had managed to I let him undress and touch me without difficulty. Besides, he had managed to make me like being seen and touched. I could have avoided it, if I had wanted to, when he made me choose one of three "torture" proposals. And I let him choose, knowing perfectly well what his choice would be.