Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:08:30 -0800 From: William RS Subject: PENIS PUNISHMENT 7: CRUCIFIXION GAME PENIS PUNISHMENT 7: CRUCIFIXION GAME Business before pleasure: The standard disclaimers apply. Please consider being a good guy and donating to Nifty so writers like me can continue to explain our sexual experiences and imaginations. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I encourage any reader of this series to write and tell me about your own sexually imaginative play during your pre-pubescent years. You know: that time in your life when you were still open and curious with other boys about the awakening sexual feelings and urges you all were beginning to experience. If you want to share your pre-teen childhood sexual experiences with me, I do ask that you be original, real and have something the Nifty reader would find erotically interesting and/or different. The simple clumsy truth about your experiences are often more erotic than a story filled with excessive embellishment. I will submit your experiences as a continuation of this series. After reading my Penis Punishment series, I received the following narrative from Mike, a middle age man in his late 40s, with a compelling example of the sexually curious and imaginative minds of boys around the ages of 9 to 12 years. At that age, Mike openly and honestly shared his imaginative play with his friends. ***** Mike's Hanging "Jesus" Crucifixion Game "Yep... count me in," writes Mike: I did similar secret stuff with other kids in 4th & 5th grade. I like how your Penis Punishment series tells us what the boys are thinking as well as what they're doing. Your story was a flashback to what a horny 4th grader looks like. At that time, I was very attracted to my friend(s). Growing up through middle school, I still wanted to have friends that age and get them to fool around , if it's ok to say that! I suppose I'm still horny for my 4th grade friends, even now. I've had lots of time to think about the events of my youth. I've only recently found time for 'erotic' reading. When someone tells a story about kids fooling around, I immediately relate to it and easily put myself into the story. When there are stories of boys around 9 or 10, I really pay attention. I don't think I'm hooked on my own child experiences but I do remember most of everything that I did and the stuff other boys liked to do with me and it still gets me horny to think of the details. Ok..um..where do I begin with my own experiences? I knew Stevie from choir beginning in 1st grade. We both went to a Catholic school, played league soccer and did cub scouts together. When we finally started to talk to each other we discovered we lived only a few blocks from each other. We were about the same type of boys. We looked like each other. We could have been brothers. We had light brown hair that got blond in summer and we had blue eyes. Our youth league soccer coach said we had "legs" so we were trained to be forwards. At soccer practice we spent the whole time kicking goals or heading the ball. Stevie and I got good at it because we spent every day doing it. We would do drills and every practice had a scrimmage. Coach would always pair us up on the "skins" team and that's how I got to like how Stevie looked with no shirt on. His nipples were shaped like small brown ovals that looked so nice that I longed to feel them. In my Catholic school one has to play in pageants and even the first graders get a part. Christmas was big but in the Easter Pageant, one had to practice over and over a scene where Jesus is on the cross. Another kid and I were guards over "Jesus," who was played my 4th grade friend and soccer team friend, Stevie. Why he got that role? I don't know. We practiced our lines many times. Then there was the dress rehearsal. The other guard was a 3rd grader named Ben, but I didn't learn his name until a lot later. Everyone had costumes. Stevie's costume was a bare chest and he wore shorts with a towel wrapped around his waist. You couldn't see his undies but he had them on because I saw him getting dressed. Ben and I had no shirt except a skimpy vest and shorts and we had long spears to hold that made us look mean during the play. During the dress rehearsal, a lot of the cast was late to arrive. They forgot their lines or didn't have the right costumes. It was a boring waste of time for the rest of us. Ben and I were standing around below Stevie, who was still "hanging" on the cross; only he wasn't really hanging. He was standing on a platform with his arms out that were tied to the cross. Stevie was totally captive on the cross. His arms were tied to the cross and his ankles were tied together at the bottom. No one was paying attention and I just kept looking at Stevie's chest. The same chest I longed for at soccer practice. In my boredom, I raised up my spear and rubbed the pointy end across Stevie's chest so it touched both his nipples. Stevie flinched immediately and gasped because he hadn't expected it. I was surprised of my own reaction. It felt so powerful to get Stevie to react and, because he was tied to the cross, he couldn't resist my teasing. Ben watched the whole thing and he started to giggle and then so did I. I felt a great sense of satisfaction that I could get this reaction from Stevie, so I did it again pushing the pointy end of the spear into Stevie's left nipple then slowly pushing the spear harder to make him feel it more. Stevie started to hum like he was feeling it but didn't say anything. Ben giggled some more and then I realized that maybe Stevie liked what I was doing to his chest. I liked the powerful feeling I had of poking his nipples with the spear. I then pointed the spear at his belly button and pushed that in and Stevie began to hum louder but he never asked me to stop. I didn't dare poke Stevie's penis but I really wanted to. When I saw Stevie after rehearsal, we both wanted to talk about the sexy play on the cross. I told Stevie that I had thought about it a lot and that it was exciting to me to push the spear into his nipples. I liked how it made him jerk and react and it gave me a strange pleasant feeling. Stevie nodded with enthusiasm and said he had also thought about what we did and he said it felt funny but he really liked being poked and prodded with the spear. I told Stevie I wanted to play it again and he was all for it. He said we should find a spot in the woods and take our clothes off. He suggested we take turns being Jesus while the other guy is the guard. This is how the "hanging Jesus crucifixion" game got started with Stevie and then we added Ben and some other boys. After Stevie and I had played the game a few times I asked Ben if he wanted to play the game with us and he eagerly agreed. It was fun to touch Stevie but I found it very exciting to play "hanging Jesus crucifixion" with the smaller Ben. We would get naked with him; feel each other up and do "stuff." This game was one way I could get younger boys to play sexually with us. So things got sexy in the woods. Stevie and I were both in 4th grade at our Catholic school and knew all about Jesus on the cross and how the guards cut his chest with their spears and made him bleed. We took our clothes off together except for our socks. We had changed into swim suits in front of each other before but never got naked like this. Stevie was really excited to start and his penis was puffy looking like how it gets before one gets a boner. Mine got puffy also when I saw Stevie's. Our penises were about the same stubby size but when they got puffy they would start to elongate and hang down in front of our balls. It wasn't long before our penises would point up as we got full boners. We picked a small tree to use as the cross. Stevie wanted to go first so he stood on the ground and spread his arms across a branch that was about shoulder height. I used our shirts to tie his arms to the branch. I found a sharp stick to use as a spear and broke another small branch off a bush to use as a whip. I said to Stevie, "the King has ordered you to hang until dead." Then with the point of the stick I pressed it into Stevie's right nipple. He flinched back at first. But then he looked down and watched as I dragged the stick across his nipple. I made an X with the stick on his nipple and when he didn't flinch again I pressed harder on the stick until Stevie finally made a groan. I was pressing the stick hard into his nipple and I knew it had to hurt. Stevie's nipples are a light brown and you could see his skin was getting red around his nipple. I liked how that looked and I knew he was feeling it. Doing that gave us both wicked boners and I knew right away what to do next. I took the small branch I had broken off and began snapping it across Stevie's boner. He immediately yelled "Ouch" and jerked away from me, as much as he could with his arms tied to the branch. I whipped his boner a couple more times. Stevie yelped, "stop, it hurts!" I stepped closer to Stevie and looked down to see what damage I did. His boner was red and throbbing and stuck straight up in the air. You could see his penis' blue veins and it looked like it was stretched as hard as it could get, maybe between two and three inches. It was very sexy to see Stevie's boner up that close and I bent down to see it better. Stevie's body was like mine, smooth. His boner stuck up in front of the smooth abs that were hard from playing soccer. His penis had a skin helmet like mine. His balls were bigger then mine and swung back and forth whenever he moved. I was fascinated and attracted to everything I saw and felt. Without saying anything I reached down and took his balls in one hand and his boner in the other. I squeezed my fingers around his penis to feel it and for Stevie to feel me holding it. Stevie let out a loud moan. "Oh that feels so good!" he said a few times. I felt the same way. We would pretend "Jesus" died while he was still hanging so you would drop the branch "whip" and pretend to take him down from the "cross" he was hanging on. To do that you had to hug him chest to chest, and take him down to a few feet away from the place he was hanging. That body contact was intense and boner to boner every time! Eventually, this produced dry cums by doing this. We were both small boys with a little boy penises and skinny bodies and didn't know about sex, but it was still very exciting and we were learning more each time we did it! Then it was my turn to be Jesus. ***** This is where Mike left off after several Email exchanges between us. My hope is Mike will continue to elaborate his experiences to me after he returns from a short holiday week break. He has indicated there is a bit more to tell. Comments and encouragement is welcome. Tell me about your own pre-pubescent erotic experiences! wrsjrm@gmail.com Will S.