Date: Thu, 04 May 2006 03:12:39 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Playing Capture - young friends

Playing Capture
By: Aberration

Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My
stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are
works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity of
characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.

Story Codes: (bb, tb, voy, oral, anal, mast)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com


I was nine years old when I learned why my little penis could get
stiff. I'd noticed that it would be like that in the morning when I woke up
and had on occasions, when I didn't have to pee too bad, done some minor
explorations before getting up. I had also played around with it the tub
during my baths, but had not yet experienced more then slight pleasure.

One mid-morning we were all playing a game called capture, a version of
hide and go seek, except when you were caught, your captor tried to get you
to tell of the others hiding places. Punching and kicking wasn't allowed,
but pinching and tickling were and they usually did the trick. On this day
an older boy had made me mad by commenting he was going to catch me first
because I gave in the easiest.

It was true, I was so ticklish that if I didn't give in, I might have peed
in my loose athletic shorts, but it still pissed me off enough that I was
determined that day. What made it worse was, the boy that teased me, I had
sort of a crush on. Oh I didn't know that's what it was I just knew his
words stung. So, I let him capture me quite early on and when he discovered
my determination, he got a strange smile on his face and led me away, so
that we were totally isolated from the others.

Bobby Rathbourne was the best looking kid in our neighborhood and he was
nice to boot, he treated us younger guys much better then most of the other
older boys. He had dark brown hair and brown/hazel eyes that were so pretty
when he smiled or laughed it would make my stomach feel funny. He would be
in the sixth grade when school started back up in the fall and was already
developing muscles, just beginning his pubic change, flowing with hormones
and had set his sights on me. He was nice as I said, so I was only a little
bit curious, not really frightened.

I stood with my hands behind my back, pretending to be a prisoner and Bobby
kneeled in front of me, but he didn't tickle, he was pressing harder then
tickling, rubbing his hands all over me. Then he let his fingers sneak
under the leg band and up onto my white cotton briefs and he just sort of
moved one around, and my quickly exciting genitals with it.

When my little dickey was straight out stiff, all two inches of it, he
pulled his hand out and tugged my shorts down to my sneaker clad feet,
leaving me just in my cotton underpants, the small front barely showing my
excitement. I was speechless, realizing for the first time that you could
make your wiener get stiff and that Bobby Rathbourne was obviously very
excited by this fact.

"If I show you something really neat," he looked me seriously in the eye,
"Will you promise to keep it a secret?"

"Yyy^Ċyyyess," I could barely get out, I was flushed and agitated, a little
frightened, but so wanted Bobby's acceptance I maintained my determination.

He slowly pulled my Y-front briefs down and exposed my stiff wiener and
tiny balls tucked up tight in their pouch, then reached and took it between
his thumb and forefinger and started gently tugging it up and then
down. Far more quickly then by myself in the bathtub, the feelings became
extremely pleasurable and I sort of groaned a little, which actually forced
my small body to relax and Bobby sort of moved a little behind me and
wrapped his arm around my thin bare chest.

We were both shirtless and the warmth of his bare skin against mine
increased the aura of pleasure within my overloaded senses, but then I
whooped in a breath and caught his scent in my nostrils. A deep, full wave
of lust creating pheromones settled upon the right silica fibers and I
swooned, a mass of flesh held in the strong young arms of another boy. My
testicles began to tingle and the feeling built up rapidly to where I swore
I was going to pee and milliseconds before the explosions hit, my eyes flew
open and my whole forty-eight pound body stiffened and then trembled with
each pulse that my dick was making between Bobby's fingers as he stroked me
fast and roughly. I don't know how long it went on, it felt like it would
never end, but my body finally said enough and when I squeaked out the
discomfort my penis suddenly told me was there, Bobby stopped, but just let
my wiener go, the rest he just held gently in his arms.

"Isn't it great, Ricky" he whispered softly next to my ear.

"That's the most fantastic thing I've ever felt," I huffed out between
breaths.

"Would you wanna help me do it?" he asked tentatively.

"I don't know how," I responded, again just that little bit frightened.

"I'll tell you, please?" he pleaded a little.

"Okay," I shrugged my shoulders, figuring if he was nice enough to show me,
I should be nice back.

He sort of stretched out beside me, as I pulled my shorts back up, unhooked
his jeans, lowered the zipper and then pushed them and his almost identical
Y-front briefs down to his thighs. His dick looked so perfect to me, almost
totally straight in its erect state, nearly five inches long and just a
little thicker then a felt marking pen. He had two small wings of black,
curly pubes crawling up from around the base, but his balls, large and
loose, were smooth and drooping.

"Look," he said, holding his left hand out making an `O', then sliding it
over the cut crown and down about halfway on the shaft of his intensely
stiff cock. "Then you just go up and down, squeezing a little, then letting
go, okay?"

Then he reached out and took my wrist, guiding it, "Make an `O'," he said,
then slipped my hand down the silky, warm and throbbing pole. It felt
wonderful, less then when my own wiener had been played with, but it still
felt good.

"Ahhh, yeah, now up and down," he said as he let go, leaned back and closed
his eyes.

I stroked his much larger penis, fascinated that it was so stiff, but felt
so soft between my fingers. I watched the pouting red lips at the end open
and close as I would go back up and down, speeding up when he told me
too. Then those two orbs floating below caught my eye and I took my other
hand and started touching them, then lightly squeezing and rolling them
around.

"Oh Yeah, I knew you'd have fun with this!" he moaned out, "Jack me little
buddy, go real fast now!"

I obeyed with pleasure, this really was a lot of fun and then Bobby sort of
grunted and he went all stiff and my eyes went wide again, feeling his
wiener swell between my fingers.  Pumping fast, Bobby started little grunts
of pleasure, then moaned loudly and his dick pulsed and out from between
those two red lips came this white mass of gooey fluid that rocketed up and
plopped onto his left button of a tit, another, this time more throaty,
almost kind of a growl and he pumped out another glob that ended up laying
like this white piece of string, between his tits, down his trembling
stomach. One more kinda just barely escaped and dropped into the innie
navel abyss, and then some sort of oozed out and dribbled down over my
hand.

I was astonished and immediately wanted to know what it was, staring at the
slimy fluid on the back of my right hand. It swirled between clear and sort
of white and he laughed as I peered closer to see if I could spot any of
the little tadpoles he said were there. He talked about girls being
different, how when you got older you would make this stuff, use your boner
to slip inside a girl's slit, shoot it there and it would mix with an egg
and make a baby. He laughed again when I asked if he'd ever done that,
stick his `boner' (a new word for me) up inside a girls slit, finally
understanding when he said you couldn't do that at his age, he didn't want
to be a father yet! The understanding came when he explained that boys did
this instead, so you didn't feel like doing it to a girl, though you had to
say you did all the time and remind everyone once in awhile that you did,
otherwise this stuff was `queer', but buddies just helping each other out
was perfectly okay.

We got ourselves all back together and with one last assurance of secrecy,
which was only that Bobby was the one to show me, he told me that I could
tell, and show, my best friend, I left him to find him as it was getting
close to lunch time anyway. With all that information and the almost
constant recalling of those marvelous explosions making their way through
my young little mind and body, Nicky, my best friend could tell something
was up, but I refused to explain until we could get to his bedroom.

Mostly we would go to Nicky's for lunch, his mom made much better
sandwiches and she was all ready for us, her smiling face only making
things more difficult. She chattered as usual as I started wolfing my
Italian sub and green salad, earning an admonishment from her, Nicky
giggling and getting his. We grinned and squirmed for another ten minutes,
then wiping our milk mustaches off, we took our plates to the sink and
asked permission, as pre the rules, and them scampered off to his room,
both excited and bursting to receive fulfillment form the other.

"Yeah I heard something about Bobby from Timmy," he said, talking about
this very cute almost girlish, blonde haired kid from down the street,
"Something about playing capture a different kind of way, but I didn't get
to hear all of what he was saying," my friend snickered, then added, "He
really played with your wiener?"

"Yeah!" I grinned back, then got to what I been aiming for all along, "Want
me to show you?"

"Yeah!" he grinned and flopped back on his bed and I could already see he
was excited, this little bulge pushing up the front of his shorts.

We'd seen each other naked countless times, taken baths and once freaked
his mom out by streaking through the house butt naked upon daring each
other. She thought it was amusing afterward, but tried to explain the
consequences of how embarrassed she would be if one of her friends just
happened to walk in, so we never did that again. The point is in all that
time I don't ever remember our wieners getting stiff or that we ever paid
any attention to each other's. But now with this new information, we were
both stiff and ready to practice our future endeavors with the opposite sex
with each other.

We both started to slip our things down when I questioned getting naked
with his mom downstairs, but he was sure we had at least an hour before she
would ever come up and off our stuff came. Suddenly I was naked with my
best friend, who was almost identical to me in stature, body shape and
penis, except when for the first time I saw his all stiff, it was just a
little bit bigger them mine and his balls were already more loose like
Bobby's. I figured it was because he was almost ten months older then me
and proceeded to use my `O' on his nearly three inches and he went nuts
about it, silently tensing and relaxing as I pumped his boner, eyes
clenched shut as tight as his teeth.

"Oh, don't stop, don't stop, oh Ricky that feel soooo good!" he moaned and
I sped up his first jack off a little and reached over and played with his
much smaller, but bigger then mine, balls as his breath quickened right
along with me.

I'd told him about the feeling like you have to pee thing, so he knew he
could just let it go and it took him almost the same way as it had me. He
got all wide-eyed, then sort of peeped this "ugh, ugh" and went totally
tense, his cock vibrating between my fingers as it pulsed and delivered his
first dry cum (I learned that from Bobby, too). When he fell back like I
had, I stopped, because I knew it would get to bad, and just watched his
perfect little boner still kind of pulse and twitch for another few
seconds.

Of course for the first couple weeks we'd literally get chased out of our
bedrooms to go play outside, and not wanting to do much else then give
ourselves those wonderful feelings, we'd go somewhere at least semi-private
and do it there too. So it was a little while before the next big discovery
came, when we came across Bobby as we headed for this sort of fort that we
half discovered half put together in a tangle of concealing bushes.

After some hemming and hawing on our part, he played his ace in the hole
and alluded to his mouth doing what only our hands had done before and
suddenly we were rushing for our little hideaway. Now it had only made
common sense to us, but Bobby got real excited when he learned that both me
and Nicky had stopped putting our briefs on under our shorts and we told
him it was so we could play with each other easier, without having to get
naked.

Nicky was still a little uncertain, but I slipped my shorts off right away
and laid down for Bobby. He leaned over me and I saw Nicky's eyes go wide
as I felt the older boys lips slip over my little wiener and the warm soft
sensation of being lowered into a nice hot tub surrounded me. He couldn't
really do much, due to my small length, but what he did with his tongue
felt incredible and it only took less then three minutes until I quivered
and pulsed with even greater feelings then before, falling back to the
blanket and pushing his mouth away from my little wiener that was trembling
and beet red.

Recovering, I slide aside a little as Bobby pulled Nicky to lie down, but
stayed close, because I wanted to see this up close. He lowered Nicky's red
shorts, his perfect penis catching in the elastic and then snapping free up
against his, still with a little baby fat, tummy with a loud smack and we
all giggled. That died quick as Bobby wasn't one to waste time, leaning
down and beginning his talents on my best friend, whose eyes flew open just
like the first time I'd touched his boner and then he grinned sheepishly at
me and fell back loose and let his eyes slide closed.

Seeing his face in that glow of envelopment, something urged me and I
leaned over and pecked a tiny kiss on his ruby lips. I quickly pulled back,
my own action startling me, but Nicky's eyes just fluttered open, telling
without a word and I leaned back down as he accepted my awkward but sincere
attempt at intimacy.

Our actions really got Bobby going and he was able to bob on Nicky, which
quickly sent my friend into the tense, quivering reaction the older boy
intended. As he grunted his forthcoming dry orgasm, Nicky's mouth opened
and our tongues sort of collided and mashed against each other and while I
know I felt a pleasant warm tingle zip through me, it blasted him off and
he shook and moaned for about fifteen seconds before falling back on the
blanket in a heap.

"Com'on guys," the older was pleading with us a few minutes later, "Wait, I
know," he finally said, "How `bout you try it on each other first, then
mine?"

Well, this sounded reasonable, that way if we didn't like it, we could not
have to do it and so it was the Nicky and I first sucked each other's cocks
(yeah, we called them cocks now, after Bobby made fun of us calling them
our wieners). We didn't do it long, just long enough for me to know that I
was gonna try it on Bobby and Nicky to feel disgusted and refuse.

"What about those sperms though," I asked Bobby as he was slipping down his
shorts and letting his just half hard cock come out into the open. "I don't
want those in my mouth!"

"Yeah, yeah," he said impatiently, "Look, I promise to tell you in plenty
of time, but you better grab it and finish me off with your hand, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed in pure diplomatic fashion, as those I'd just concluded a
major negotiation, a talent that would become extremely valuable in my
immediate future.

"I gotta go," Nicky suddenly blurted, yanking his shorts up and scurrying
to the exit/entrance, "See ya tomorrow, Ricky," he said, then hurried on
his way.

"He's not freaking out, is he; he won't tell anyone will he?" Bobby asked,
obviously quite flustered and near a state of panic, he'd already had
several close encounters, but fear couldn't stop his urges to play with the
younger boys.

"Nicky, no way," I shook my head, sitting between Bobby's spread legs and
his deflated cock that didn't look much different then mine when he wasn't
excited. "He's just gotta go shopping with his mom, stop worrying, he's my
best friend, he'd never get me in trouble."

I reached over and rubbed through his pubes, really feeling them for the
first time, they were so soft and silky feeling and then rubbed his balls
again, and he really liked having his nuts played with, his dick shooting
up quickly. I watched it rise with a grin, then gripped it at the base,
pointed it more upright and slid it in between my lips and swirled my
tongue around the tip.

"Oh yeah," he groaned out, "Damn I'm glad I got you started, that feels so
good!"

I started a little bobbing motion; letting most of it get inside, then
slipping back up on it and doing the tongue things. He took my head in his
hands and guided me to the right rhythm, pushing his hips a little each
time and urging for a little quicker pace. I loved the feeling of his pole
slipping in and out, there wasn't any real taste, but I could really feel
every little pulse in the shaft. I reached in and started playing with his
balls again and that pretty much did it.

"Get off, hurry!" he cried and I pulled back then wrapped my little fist
around his rod and jacked quickly like he'd told and he spurted out really
quick this time, but lots more, five pulses he shot onto his heaving chest
and stomach.

"Aw man!" he gasped and lay back on the blanket and just tried to breath.

That was pretty much that for that afternoon, I had too get home because my
father would be home from work soon and he was going to take us out to eat
and see a movie. Bobby was still laying there, shorts around his thighs,
cock back to small, his `cum' (the other new word I learned) drying on his
taut, smooth torso when I said bye and took off.

We played capture a lot that whole summer, mostly Bobby capturing me and
Nicky, then the three of us trading blow jobs, but there were some campouts
in backyards and a few other friends that began to get involved and by the
next summer we had formed a little club that would get together and look at
dirty magazines, trade jacks or blows and try to find new members that we
could initiate, a habit left over from our capture games.

By the time I became a teenager myself, I'd been jack and suck buddies with
six or seven guys at least two years older then me. I learned first to let
them spurt in my mouth and spit it out, but finally I got used it and would
just swallow. I also got used to only a little in return, but I was so
hooked on sucking dick I really didn't care, but if I really got horny, I'd
just find me a cute little bugger like I had been and offer him a chance to
find out something very secret and all he had to do was promise not to
tell, just like I never told.