Date: Thu, 04 Mar 2004 12:26:29 -0500
From: grassofhome
Subject: Childhood part one

I can't remember the first time I fooled with another guys dick but I do
know I was doing it as early as four years old.  We had moved to a nicer
neighborhood just on the edge of the city.  The houses were close and the
yards were small.  You don't see a lot of basements in Florida but we were on
a tall hill so many of us had basements.  The house was built in 1990 and we
were only the second family to live in it.

Next-door was a first generation German family.  They had three kids just
like us.  A young girl named Lorie, and boy my age named Greg, and an older
boy names Helmet.

As early as three I was spending the night with Greg and he was also
sleeping over at my house.  I can still remember us sharing a bed and
slipping our hands down the others shorts as we nodded off to sleep.  It was
all innocent play.

Being from Europe I guess nakedness is not a big deal.  I remember seeing
the mother and Lori naked several mornings when I slept over.  Greg had a
pool, but I did not.  We swam nearly every day from May to October.
Sometime around my fifth birthday they put up a stockade fence around the
pool to keep the dogs out.  Greg's father was a machinist and worked out of
town a lot.  One day when he was home and I was over to play, I looked out
the kitchen window and saw his mom and dad both naked and rubbing oil on
each other out by the pool.  I was so turned on that I could not stand it.
I know I made too big of a deal about it to Greg.  For some reason I even
lowered my pants right their in the kitchen to show him that watching his
parents was giving me a bone.

He was nice enough to reach over and fondled my four inch dick but he was
not into it like normal.  After that we did not do so much fooling around.
I was about six or seven them and was so used to the mutual masturbation
that I kept trying different ways to satisfy myself.

One night I was asked to sleep over at Greg's and we were went to bed early
for making too much noise.  His father had just come in from Orlando and we
were keeping him up.  We stripped down to nothing and them slipped on pajama
shorts.  I stopped Greg from getting to bed right away.  I reached over and
slipped his shorts down again.  I began rolling his four inched in between
my palms, trying to make it hard, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
He pulled away and said, "we're too old for that."  He adjusted his shorts
and crawled into bed.  We were only seven and he had declared that we were
done with dicks. We had played with each other face to face most of the time
and often while we were both on our backs, and one of my favorite was on our
sides with my cock spooned up against his warn ass crack while I reached
around and serviced him.  Tonight he laid on his stomach and turned his face
to the wall and muttered, "lets just get to sleep."

I lay their for what seemed like an hour but was likely only a few minutes.
I was sporting a woody that  was growing so big hat it hurt to not touch it.
  I slipped my shorts down and rubbed my foreskin off of then back on to my
penis head over and over.  I had heard that you could make you foreskin
bigger by stretching it and holding it for as long as possible.  I decided
to do that.

I could hear things settling down in the hall when Helmet came in and turned
on the computer.  He looked down at us and whispered, "are you two awake?"
I answered, "Greg's asleep."  He asked, "Am I going to keep you awake if I
drive the computer?"  Now, I don't know if it was a German thing to say that
you were "driving" a thing that couldn't move but I said I was fine with it.

I watched over his shoulder as he immodestly went to a porn site.  It was
more than that.  It was a gay porn site.  Helmet loaded one set of pictures
and started burning them to a floppy, CDR's had not yet been invented.  As
the tower whirred he stood and striped down to his skin.  I had seen him
naked often but this was the first time I had ever noticed hair on his dick.
  His dick was also so much bigger than I had ever seen. It was hard but did
not stick out like mine.  It hung down at about 45 degrees from his legs.
He just stood there in the blue glow of the computer watching the screen as
I watched his pecker slowly punch his foreskin to an inflated state then
push past the tip slightly to form a flesh colored eye that was looking
straight at me.

I snuck out of bed not knowing what I would do.  I just had to be as close
as possible to this massive dick.  I asked, "How big is it?"  He seemed
startled, not knowing I was there.  In his German accent that he jumped in
and out of he said, "My shlong?  Lets measure it."  In the front of the desk
was a six inch plastic ruler.  He took it out and handed it to me.  He just
smiled and nodded.  I could not believe it.  I was so close to his sex
monster that I trembled.  I held the ruler by the edge so as not to actually
touch his dick.  It was clear that the thing was longer than the ruler but
he still gave me instructions.

"No, you will have to hold it out from my legs with one hand then measure
the length from my pubs to the tip.  Then you must write it down and measure
the under side.  The side that feels so good when other people rub it."  I
understood that remark quite well.  "Then you must measure to roundness at
the head and at the base.  You might as well measure the balls while you are
their."

I did everything he said.  The dick was hot and firm.  It smelled of
excitement.  He interrupted me a few times to swap disks in the driver but I
just kept on going.  When I was done he told me to draw a sketch of his dick
and list the measurements that way.  He pulled out a writing shelf from just
under the top of the desk.  He put a sketch pad and a pencil on the shelf.
He sat at the computer a began to scroll down the page.  I leaned over the
shelf and began drawing.

His length was 6-3/4 inch long.  The circumference was 3-1/2.  The other
measurements I never remembered.  It did strike me that his ball sack did
hang away from his legs and they were low.  As I filled in the figures he
swiveled the screen to me and said, "this guy looks like you".

Now the guy didn't look a thing like me.  He was blond and I was brown
haired.  He was brown eyed and I have deep blue eyes.  He was pale and I am
quite tan.  Thanks to the pool fence I am tan all over.  But we were both
slender and had erect dicks about 4 inches long.  The boy on the monitor was
laying on a coffee table with four other older boys shooting their cum on
his face, chest and dick.  He seemed to be enjoying it.

With out warning Helmet tugged my shorts to the floor and off my body
completely.  He tossed them to his bed and motioned for me to sit on his
lap.  He spread his legs wide so I could rest my ass on one leg.  He reached
around me and started playing with my cock.  He switched the mouse to the
other hand and began slowly scrolling down the page.  He moved my left hand
down to his dick and told me to "pleasure" him."

It was great holding such a huge monster dick of 6 and 3/4 inches.  I just
fiddled with him the way I fiddled with myself or Greg.  He scrolled through
about 50 photos of boys.  Some were just sitting their showing off their
dicks, others were playing with them selves.  Others were in pairs touching
each other, showering together, touching lips to lips or tongs to tongs.
Others were sucking on dicks.  Helmet stopped at one and asked if I knew
what they were doing.  I said , no.  He explained the wonderful pleasure of
blow jobs.

As he went into detail and pointed at he screen with his free hand he
started breathing more shallow and faster.  He drew my attention to the
veins of the older boy with his dick being sucked and the sunken cheeks of
the younger boy as he swallowed the head.  He magnified the picture and
pointed to the younger boys dick.  It was just as smooth and as big as mine
He talked about how the older boy was circumcised and what that meant.  Then
he leaned his head back and his eyes began to roil back in his head.  He
said roughly, "do my dick like I'm doing yours. "

I imitated the fist at the base of the rod and moved up and down slowly from
base to tip.  He said, "keep it up.  No mater what happens just keep it up."
  he moved his hand from my dick to his own ball sack and squeezed lightly.
His other hand went to his nipple and he plucked it like it were a guitar
string.  Then he mutter over and over again, "Oh fuck, oh fuck"  I just kept
stroking his poll.

Then he shot his wad.  A oblong ball of sperm came out of the tip of his
dick and landed on the top of my shoulder.  A rope of stuff then landed on
my leg. Three strokes later a string of sperm stretched from his leg to my
hand.  The other two more oozed out than shot out and we shared the sticky
globs on my hand and his dick and balls.

Before he last glob could get all the way out of the dick he slipped his
hand behind my head and pulled me to his lips.  Greg and I had kissed on the
cheek before after fondling each other but my mouth was headed right for his
mouth.  Now, this might seem odd for a  seven year old boy to admit, but I
had never kissed any one on the lips before.  Not even my mother.  But here
came Helmet and at the last second he opened his mouth like the boys on the
computer.

He picked me up with our tongs still fishing inside each others mouths.  I
could feel the cold sperm on his body.  He lay me on his pillow as he pulled
back the covers and then placed me next to the wall. He tossed my shorts to
Greg's bed and starting with my lips he worked his way down to my cock.  It
was another first.  It was a bow job.  He worked every part of my body.  He
rubbed my belly and pulled my nipples.  He ran his hands under my ass and
over my legs.  He slapped his sticky limp rod in my face and told me to do
something with it.  It was a bit gross but I managed to lick to head for a
while.

This went  on for several minutes until I started feeling something
different.  He had my legs bent at the knee and his spit covered finger
massaging my butt pucker.  His other hand had settled on my bal sack filled
only with two raisins.  My sexual awareness was coming to life. The
sensation was without description.  It was a bit like tiny electric shocks
going off around my face, my chest, my stomach and finally my lap and dick.

With his dick head in my mouth my words were garbled.  I was trying to ask
what was happening but Helmet never responded.  He just kept sucking the
dick and twirling his tong around the shaft.  Then my body had its own earth
quake.  I trembled, shock and tried to sit up.  Helmet was so much stronger
than I and held me down.  With my foreskin griped between his teeth he
hissed, "you have to take it until we both cum again.

Two things struck me.  First, was that an orgasm I just felt? And, his prick
was back to full size again.  I gagged on the massive shaft and he held me
in place with one arm and the to-good feelings flooded my body.  In a minute
I settled back into a rhythm and got used to the taste of cold cum.

Just as things were feeling good again he stopped.  "You know you need to
swallow my sperm?"  "What?  Why?"  "That's what makes dicks big; other
peoples sperm."  I protested the thought while he explained his theory of
dick size.  He put his hand to his own balls and flopped them onto my chin.
Inside of these is the sperm.  My balls are big and full, yours and small
and empty.  In the sperm is testosterone.  That is the difference between
girls and boys.  Every boy has enough sperm to have a normal size dick.
Guys with bigger dicks used other peoples sperm to build the amount of
testosterone in their body and then get bigger dicks.  I didn't start
swallowing until last year and look how big I have gotten."

He had grown a lot in the past year so I figured he was telling the truth.
So his wet slippery shlong went back into its warm home and mine settled
back into its waiting hole.  I was still on the edge and so came first.
Again the violent shaking and squirming but this time I knew want to expect
and never stopped sucking Helmet. "Keep it up Teddy.  I'm almost their."

Helmet let loose of my limp rod opting not to suck me past the
it-feels-too-good point.  With my attention on Helmet I took note of the
vanes on his shaft and how they stood out.  I noticed the slurping sound of
his foreskin moving back and forth.  I watched his scrotum wobble from my
nose poking it with every stroke.  I took a good wif of the musk coming from
his body.  Just as I began probing his rod with my tong to get a feel for
the details of its landscape he went in deeper than before and shot.

The sperm went right past my tong and down my through.  It was the next few
lodes that I could not swallow fast enough that I tasted.  They had the
faint flavor of sardines and copper.  It had the smell of bleach and the
texture of pudding.  He flipped around and snuggled me to his chest...his
sweaty chest.  I had not known just how sweaty he was until I got a wif of
his pits.  He Frenched me and told me that he cold taste his dick still in
my mouth.  He kissed me a few more times and said that we would do more in
the morning when our dicks were rested.

I pointed out that the computer was still on and he was still on the net.
He stood to turn it off.  As it was shutting down he reached for two T
shirts and tossed one to me.  He told me to wipe off the sweat.  I mimicked
him and tossed the shirt into the corner.  He climbed into bed and turned me
to the wall.  He spread my but cheeks open and laid his limp prick inside my
crack. He ran his hand over my chest and down to my still sensitive dick.
He gently cupped it in his palm and tucked his fingers between my legs under
my balls.

The next morning he had waken before me and had the cover down around my
feet.  When I opened my eyes he was straddling my hips playing with himself
and me at the same time.  It only took a minute for him to shoot his load
onto my stomach, just like one of the pictures last night.  When Helmet came
he let out an "uugue".  This woke Greg. He seemed disturbed.  "Stop it! I'll
tell mom."

We laughed.  Helmet said, "what's the big idea?  Were just having fun.  Come
here and watch what we can do."  With that Helmet scooped up a good finger
full of the cum and laid it on his tong.  He then leaned forward to French
kiss me.  This made Greg angry.  "That's it!  I'm telling Mom!"  Helmet did
not seem fazed by the threat.  "Shut up you little fagot and pull your
shorts down."  Greg's face got red and he sucked in air like he was about to
yell.  Helmet jumped off and covered Greg's mouth.  "OK, OK well stop...but do
you mind if we clean up the sperm first?"  Greg shook his head no and left
the room.

Helmet slipped one hand under my arm pit and one under my balls and pulled
me to the edge of the bed.  He scooped up the sperm with is dick and fed it
to me off of his head.  "The little faggot didn't say how we had to clean
up."

That was it for Greg and I for a long time.  I still don't know why things
changed so fast between us.  Helmet and I still sneak in a blow job when
ever we can.  During the summer we average about three a week.  Things do
get better between Greg and me, but that is chapter two.