Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2019 16:37:37 +0000 From: Sam Borton Subject: Sex and me growing up in England (young friends) Reading a few stories recently of someone recounting their experiences growing up has motivated me to tell some of my own growing up in London. I was born in November 1976 so was very much a child of the 80s and early 90s. I have no problem at all remembering my first experiences, our next door neighbours had a teenage son called Gary who was a few years older than me, this would have happened when I was around 10 and I guess Gary was 13. We often hung out at each other's houses and often kicked a football around on the park just outside the house where I lived. I had an older sister but she was ten years older so wasn't around to play with me. One weekend Gary knocked on the door and invited me over to play in his garden. I looked up to him a fair bit and guess I idolised him so was always excited about hanging out with him. He was the first person to christen me Sambo (a mix of my first name and start if my surname) which stayed with me all the way through school and old friends from that time still call me it. I went over and he suggested we play a new game as his parents were out all day. "I'm a Russian secret agent and you're a spy I've captured. I torture a confession out of you" he said. I said I wasn't sure, but he said the torture would be fun and we could stop at any time. I agreed and he put his arms around me and said I was his hostage and tickled me and had me giggling. He then picked me up and carried me into the shed. The shed had a bench and a chair and the usual shed implements and a sort of creosote smell I can still remember. He put me on the chair and very loosely tied my hands to the chair. He then began the interrogation. First off he asked me what my mission was. I said I wouldn't tell him and he tickled me so much I thought I'd piss myself. The interrogation continued, he then took my shoes and socks off and tickled my feet with a feather. At this point he pulled my trousers and pants down and shoved the pointy end of the feather in the hole in my dick which actually was bloody painful. I think I shouted "ouch"really loud and he said "whoops sorry". He pulled my pants back up and went back to tickling me. It was a fun game and I was enjoying it. He then said it was time for his superior officer to come in "I'm afraid he won't be so soft on you as I was " he took his t shirt off and tied it round my eyes blindfolding me and pretended to leave the room. He started talking again with the most ridiculous accent (more Allo Allo German than Russian!. "Where are ze papers you stole from us?" He said and then when I said I didn't know what he was talking about he said "I vill have to strip and search you". He pulled my t shirt off and felt me all over looking for "ze missing papers". He pulled my pants and shorts down and looked under my balls and then pulled my foreskin back pretending to look for them. I started to harden up, I'm sure it wasn't my first erection but it was probably the first one I actively remember for obviously reasons. He started moving his hand on my hard dick which felt really good. He then went quiet and kept his hand on my erection but not moving it really. while he breathed heavily and I could hear a noise of skin and slapping. I didn't know at the time but he was obviously wanking himself off as he felt me up. I heard a moan and a rustle of tissue and he then said "looks like you have no papers, you are innocent and you may go". He took the bandage off and I pulled my pants up and T shirt back on, I could see he was flushed in the face, I asked if he was ok and he grinned and said he felt amazing and it was all thanks to me. I beamed and remember thinking how good it was I had someone to play with. He suggested we play football so we went out onto the green and kicked about for a while. My Mum came out and saw I was with Gary and chatted to him. He asked if I come back for more games at his house and she said that was fine but I needed to be back for tea which I guess was around 5. So we went back to Gary's and played a bit in the garden. He then asked if I wanted to play the "spying game" but this time he would be the spy and me the interrogator. I readily agreed and we went into the shed. I tied him to the chair and blindfolded his eyes. I asked questions like he did and tickled him. "I'm not going to tell you where I've hidden the papers!" He said, unprompted. That reminded me what he did to me so I said I was going to strip him and search him. I pulled his t shirt off and noticed he had a small bit of downy hair in his armpits which intrigued me. I tickled him there a bit and said "hmm no papers there" I then pulled down his shorts and his pants and gasped. He had a bit of hair surrounding a dick that looked huge but in reality was just a fair bit bigger than my prepubescent one. I said I had to look for the papers and did the same as he did, I looked under his hairy balls which fascinated me, like eggs in a drooping sac as opposed to my tiny ones still pulled close to my body. I then pulled his foreskin down releasing a big dick head. While my small dick was thumb sized when soft, his looked like. He hardened up and I wrapped my hand around it and moved it down a few times which caused him to gasp and moan, I thought I was hurting him but of course that wasn't the case! "Don't do that, I'll tell you where the papers are" he said and I said "too late!" And started moving my hand up and down his hard dick, he stared huffing and puffing and breathing quickly, suddenly his dick pulsed in my hand and he shot out a dribble of cum, his dick then started to soften. I dropped his dick in shock and said "oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, have I broken it, is it ok?". I untied him and unblindfolded him and he got a tissue out of his pocket and cleaned himself up. He told me not to worry "it's just big boy stuff, you'll do the same one day" . He then gave me a big hug and said not to tell anyone about our game as "some people like our parents wouldn't understand". I started to ask questions and he said now wasn't the time but sometime soon he'd tell me all about it. It was time for me to head off so I went home for my dinner still thinking about it all. In bed that night I thought about what I'd done and my dick got hard, I started to play with it a bit but thought better of it, I was still a bit freaked out by what came out of Gary's dick. I did think to myself I'd have to ask him next time I saw him though. Swimming pool with Rob Ben in the woods walking jhome.