Warning! This story is a semi- fictional account of experimentation between boys. If you are underage, whatever that means where you live, you have to leave, too. Sorry, their rules, not mine.

 

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Reflections of Youth

By Bob Andersen

After my camp out with Billy and Joey it was even more aware of my desire to be with other boys. I couldn't wait until I could make "sperm" like Billy. I couldn't wait until I had hair around my penis like I had see on Billy and the counselors at camp. I was given the basics of sex from my parents when I was 6 but knew that there was more that I had to know. I just didn't know where to find out that information.

Most of my friends were around my age. There was one boy that was 13 that used to play ball with us all the time. Jeff was not that good of a ball player so we all let him play. He did, however, have one thing that we didn't; knowledge of sex. He would always talk about the girls in school. He would tell us how "hot" they were because they were beginning to show "tits."

One day after our game in the field across from my house Jeff, Jerry and I went into my house for something to drink. We went down to the basement and played ping-pong until Jerry had to get back home. Jeff's conversation became more graphic as he and I talked about the girls at school. I hadn't begun to notice any of the changes that he was so happy about so I asked him if he did anything with them. He smiled.

He began to tell me about this one girl in my class that he had gotten naked and played with. He told me that she would jack him off and he would play with her "pussy." I asked him what a pussy was and he explained that it was the girls slit and hole. I, of course, had seen the slit when I played with Dee many years earlier but I didn't know what a "hole" was. I assumed he meant her butt, but he said no another one. He said that is where a guy would put his dick to make a baby.

Another phrase I had no idea about was his term "jack off." He laughed and said it's when you get your dick hard and beat it. I learned what I was doing was jacking off and I had this look on my face that he knew I was aware of what he was talking about.

"Do you jack off?" he asked.

"I think so, Jeff. I play with my boner until I get the feeling, if that is what it is."

He said that is exactly what it was and asked if I wanted to jack off with him. This is what I was looking for. Someone to play with and he was older. I said sure, so he asked where we could go. Well the trusty bathroom was only a few feet away so I said we could go in there.

As we began to unbuckle our pants he asked if I did this with others. Not being very wise I said I had with Eddie and Billy. I know now that telling others about who I played with was not a good idea. He told me that if we did this together that I shouldn't tell anyone any names. But I felt he filed the names away for future possibilities.

As I lowered my pants I could already feel my dick getting hard. There was a tent in my briefs and he was staring at it. He slowly lowered his pants and he was wearing briefs too and I could see the big bulge in them. My eyes were glued to his big dick in his underwear. He reached over and put his thumbs into the band of my underwear and pulled them down. My dick popped out. My 3" cock was so hard.

He reached over and put his fingers onto my dick and began to rub it around. I was taken back and was so happy. I reached over and pulled his underwear down and his big dick popped out and slapped straight up onto his belly. It seemed huge, but not as big as Billy's. As I reached over to grab it he pulled back. He asked me to wait till he jacked me off. I didn't know exactly what he wanted but pulled my hand back.

He had me lie down onto the floor. He sat next to me and started to stroke me. His other hand went to my little balls as he began to roll them. I had never thought of this and it felt so good. He sped up his motion on my dick. Suddenly I began to buck and rise all over the floor and could sense the feeling building. As he "jacked" me I began to moan. I looked over at his dick and it seemed to be dancing, bobbing up and down against his stomach.

It didn't take long for Jeff to get me to the feeling. I closed my eyes as I felt it rise up and it felt so good. When he stopped, for the first time my dick didn't get soft. It stayed hard and I was a little confused.

He pointed to his dick and lay down. I knelt next to him and wrapped my hand around the big shaft. My whole hand could fit around his dick like it did Billy's. I began to stroke him feeling the hard yet soft flesh of his member. He told me to play with his balls but I couldn't cross my left hand toward them without inhibiting my hand on his dick. So I moved over to his left side so I could jack him with my right hand and play with his balls with my left.

Playing with someone's balls as I stroked him was something new to me. I did what he did and rolled them in my hand. I cupped them and rubbed them. His balls were bigger than mine and they felt good in my hand.

As I continued he kept say "oh yes, yes." I knew I was giving him pleasure and it pleased me very much.

"Play with my balls. Oh, yes, that's it. Keep rubbing them. Pull them."

When I played with the other guys no one ever talked during it. This was new and actually very exciting. I continued to jack him faster and faster. I rubbed his balls and pulled on his sack as he told me. His body was reacting as he was bucking up and down. His dick seemed to pulse in my hand (at that time I had no idea that it was blood that made the pulsing or made your penis hard). His head was moving from side to side.

"I'm cumming," he shouted.

I didn't know what he meant and kept stroking faster. As I did all of a sudden he raised his hips off the floor held his body there and something came out of the slit of his dick. I thought he peed on me, but then remembered what happened to Billy. This wasn't white like Billy's and not as thick, but kept dribbling out of his dick. He told me NOT to stop so I continued until he told me to keep going but slow down. The stuff that came out of his dick was pretty watery so I asked why he pissed on me. He told me he just started to "shoot" and that it was sperm.

`No way is it sperm!" I exclaimed. "It's not thick and white."

"It will be soon," he said.

He asked how I knew about the thick and white stuff. I told him that when I did this to Billy he had it. He was amazed. He asked how old Billy was and I told him that Billy was 9.

"And he cums?" he asked.

"Oh yea he does and a lot," I told him.

All this time I was holding his dick which had softened in my hand. However mine was still hard, so he reached over and started to play with it and stroking it. As he did he asked for some toilet paper and I pulled some off the roll. He used it to wipe the stuff from his stomach and the head of his dick. I laughed as I noticed some of it stuck to the head. It wasn't until I started to cum that I realized why it stuck to the head of your cock.

This was a new experience for this 10 year old boy and it was fantastic. Jeff and I played some more for a few months until he went into Jr. High. He couldn't be seen with a 4^th grader after all. He did teach me a lot about this "sex" thing but all we did was trade hand jobs and I could tell the stuff dribbling from his dick was getting a bit thicker. I never did see him shoot the kind of stuff that Billy did but he told me he would soon. I believed him.

That made 3, no 4 counting the guy at camp, guys that I played with. Our dicks were all different but the same. The head of Jeff's dick was pointed where Billy's and mine and Eddies was more of a bell shape. Then a new experience was about to happen that really was amazing to me.

During this same summer I was going to go to a church camp with my mother. I wasn't really looking forward to it but since my mother was involved with the church council they were sending us to this camp for her training and I was going to learn more about the church youth group program so I could tell all the other kids about it. We were going for a week so I had to stop playing ball which was upsetting to me.

When we got to this camp I noticed it was a school, a college actually, that we were going to be staying. I was to have a room with another boy attending the camp. As an only child sharing a room wasn't something I looked forward to but having been at camp living with 12 other boys this might not be so bad. As I entered the room the other boy hadn't yet arrived. My mother and I unpacked my things, made my bed and then mom had to go to a meeting. I was in this room by myself with no television and since this was LONG before electronic devices, nothing to do.

I decided to roam the halls trying to see what was around. I found a large room with couches and things and one television. I saw a couple other boys my age watching something and went over to sit with them. We all introduced ourselves and started to get to know each other. They were cool guys but a little different from what I was used to. I didn't realize that this "Mission" as they called it was for people all over the Midwest and south. One boy had a very heavy "drawl" and told me he was from Alabama and the other boy was from Minnesota.

After about a half hour their mom's came to get them so I decided to go back to my room. As I entered it I saw some things on the other bed so I knew my "roommate" was there. I was excited that he finally got there and turned as this boy entered the room. I was sort of taken back as he was a "negro" (as we called an African-American back then). Not that I was bigoted or anything but this was my first experience face-to-face with an African-American. I guess I sort of stared but then noticed he was staring as well.

I introduced myself and he told me his name was Devon. We exchanged the basic pleasantries until we finally sat down and started to talk. He told me he was from Springfield and I said great since I thought he meant the capital of Illinois. He said that it was in Missouri, though, which I didn't know had a Springfield (10-year olds geography knowledge).

After a while his mother came into the room and told him that the pool was ready if we wanted to go swimming. She introduced herself and said nice to meet you as I did to her. As she turned she said you guys get your suits on and head down to the first floor to meet with the group going to the pool. We had 10 minutes to get going.

Now a dilemma! Two boys just meeting. Both of them 10 (actually he was 11) and we had to change in this room. At first I was a bit surprised but then I realized I'd been naked with 12 boys at camp last summer so what was the big deal. I undid my pants, let them fall and was standing there in my briefs. My dick was under control as I didn't get hard. I was a bit afraid of that but was thankful it didn't happen. He looked at me – actually I think he was checking me out – and started to undress. I turned to get my suit and started to lower my underwear. I got them half way down when he asked me a question and I turned. There was my little weiner on display for him. He still had his underwear on (briefs as well) and I guess I started to check him out. He had a slight bulge in the pocket of the briefs and I smiled. I don't know if he noticed, but I felt myself getting a bit red.

I continued to remove my underwear and put on my swim suit. He started to take his underwear down and turned from me. I remember thinking how different he looked, being and African-American and all, and wondered what his penis looked like. Even as a 10 year old the stories about black boys having bigger dicks than we did was pretty much being talked about. So, of course, I was curious and wondered how much bigger he was than me.

Then it happened! He turned around after removing his underwear and stood naked in front of me. I looked, of course, and was shocked. His dick wasn't much bigger but was different from mine. He had this skin that covered the head of his dick. I knew about circumcision and all but didn't really put 2+2 together. I knew I was staring and so did he. He sort of started to bone up a little as did I. He quickly pulled up his suit and we smiled at each other.

He was the one to bring up the subject. "My weiner is different than yours is, isn't it?"

"Yes it is. I don't have the skin there."

He asked me if he could see my dick again. I wasn't shy about that so I pulled down the front of my suit and let it hang out. He did the same as he looked at mine and I looked at his. We both were getting stiffies, but we didn't really care, or notice I guess is a better way of putting it. We were too engaged at surveying each other. As we both looked up we sort of giggled and pulled up our suits as we heard other boys in the hall going down to go to the pool. We went to join the others and left to go swimming.

As we met the others, most of them I had not seen around, we notice most of the boys were near our age – between 8 and 14. The girls all appeared to be older than most of us. I didn't know why but didn't care because I certainly wasn't interested in the girls, only Devon. We all were led to the pool about 2 blocks from the dorm. The adults there told us that we could use the pool after our class times and gave us the hours that there were guards to make sure we were safe.

When we got there it was just like any other public pool. Most of the guys fooled around swimming or dunking and horsing around. Devon and I met two guys from our floor – Jake and Tommy. The four of us goofed around and pretty much stayed with each other. Both Jake and Tommy were 13 and were from the same town. They had known each other since they were small and were good friends. We started talking about the Bible camp and how we all were sort of expected (should I say forced, really) to attend with our parent. Then Tommy began asking us about our girlfriends. Being only 10 at the time I know that they didn't expect me to have a girlfriend, but kept asking Devon. They, too, were not used to a black friend but we all got along really well.

After about an hour and a half we were all gathered together and headed back to the dorms. We all wrapped our towels around our waists and continued to talk on the way back. Everyone split up as we got to the dorm with the four of us heading to the 4^th floor where our rooms were located. Tommy and Jake went into their room and Devon and I, ours.

We stood facing each other. Our suits were wet and still were clinging to our body as we began to remove them on our side of the room. When we got them off we began to dry ourselves when Devon moved toward me. He reached out and turned me around, as I had my back to him. He reached out as if to grab my dick then stopped. I looked at him and smiled and nodded letting him know it was ok.

As he reached toward me I started getting hard. My dick seemed like it was a rocket ship it got so hard so fast, even before he touched it. I was not looking down at myself but at his eyes as he began to feel my hard-on. He said I could touch his if I wanted and OH, did I want to.

I reached out and he was still semi-soft. The first thing my fingers found was his foreskin. It was an amazing feature to me. A feature that I had never seen or even thought about. I began to roll it in my fingers as he became harder and harder. As he did the foreskin pulled back. He was rolling the head of my dick in his fingers as I was doing the same to him. We heard a knock at our door and both of us immediately pulled apart and scurried to our own side of the room.

As Devon opened the door, Tommy was standing there. He looked at us both still naked, smiled but said nothing about it. He said he was there for us to go to dinner. That his mother said it was going to be served in about 5 minutes so wanted to know if we wanted to go with them. I told them as soon as we got dressed we'd go to their room and we could go to dinner.

The rest of the night was nothing spectacular. We all ate, went to one of the presentations that we had to go to and then our mothers talked to us, kissed us good night and said to be good. BE GOOD? What did they mean by that? Looking back I guess it was just a motherly thing to say as I'm sure they had no idea what was on our minds – at least on mine and Devon's.

The four of us headed to our rooms and as we dropped Tommy and Jake at their room Jake told us to have fun cause he knew that he and Tommy would. I thought that was a weird comment at the time, but looking back I realize Tommy had told him how he found us and they both suspected we were fooling around. We were a little I guess but not what they thought, I don't think.

Before we went into our room we stopped at the bathroom. We both had to pee very badly. We stood next to each other at the urinals and I am sure that we watched each other hold our own dick as we peed. We went back to the room, grabbed our toothbrushes and toothpaste and went back to finish our nightly chore. When we got back to the room we began to change for bed. I had brought pajamas, as did Devon, but since my mom wasn't in the room I planned on sleeping in my briefs like I did at home. Devon saw me climb into my bed and stopped putting on his PJ's and just hopped into bed with his briefs.

Now was the time or reckoning, I guess. What was going to happen? I know what I did every night before I fell asleep and wondered if Devon did, or even knew how to jack off. I sort of thought he might the way he handled my dick earlier but I just had to ask. So I did. He giggled and said sure he did and asked if I wanted to with him.

The ice was broken finally. It had been cracking since we got back from swimming, but now it broke totally apart. We each took our dicks in our hands and began playing with them. I could see him and he could see me as we stroked slowly together. Then I got bolder than I ever thought I could. I got out of bed, walked toward his and sat on the edge. I was still slowly stroking my dick with my two fingers and thumb as I reached my other hand toward his. He realized what I was doing and removed his hand as I took his boyhood into my fingers. We both were the same size sans foreskin. It was amazing how the skin moved up and down over the head of his cock. Both my hands were working on our dicks as he lay back a little and moaned some. I scooted up onto the bed, my head toward his feet and my feet toward his head and he grabbed my dick and began stroking me.

I loved the feel of his dick in my hand. The foreskin was so loose and able to slide over the head of his dick. My cock was harder than it had been since Jeff and I had done this together. His hand on mine felt so good but he was being very rough. I told him to slow down and not to hold so tight.

He then told me something I didn't expect. He said that he had never done this. I told him I had done this with a couple of friends, but he said he had never done this at all. I was shocked. "You mean you've never done this even to your own dick?"

He told me no. He said that he had played with it some but never like this. I asked him if he ever had the feeling. He asked me what feeling I was talking about. Boy was I taken back. Here he was jacking me off and had no idea what he was doing. I told him to stop and he looked upset. I said just to stop until I showed him what to do. He smiled at that.

As I was playing with that cute uncut cock I noticed that there were small hairs above his dick. They were hard to see as they were black and he was very dark skinned. I remembered Billy had hair and he came so I wondered if Devon could cum. I would have asked him but since he had never masturbated I wasn't sure he would know. I just kept working on his cock, playing with his balls and figured I'd find out soon enough if he could cum.

As I kept stroking his dick he began to tighten up. His hips were now moving up and down and his hands were clutching the sheets. I knew from the "vast" (haha) experience I had that he was close to something. Suddenly he shouted, "Stop! I'm gonna pee!"

Ignoring this I kept jacking him off telling him he wasn't that he would feel something really great in a few minutes. I knew from even when I was getting the feeling that I felt like I was going to pee so figured he was at that point as well. Sure enough his hips shot up into the air and his breathing got heavier and his cock pulsed in my hand (well fingers). Then it happened! A bit of fluid began to dribble from the slit and I knew he was cumming. I continued to stroke him faster till I realized he had gotten the feeling and I began to slow down, but never let go. As I did, Devon was moving back and forth and rolling on the bed with this look of sheer enjoyment on his face.

"Oh, Wow!" he exclaimed. "What was that? What just happened?"

"You just shot your load, Devon. You just came and even shot some cum from your dick."

As he came down from his orgasmic high, he reached out and put his arm around me and hugged me. "Thank you so much, Bob."

Smiling at him I told him what all had happened. How I was jacking him off so he could orgasm. I asked him if he ever got the feeling like when he was asleep and he told me he thought he did. I explained what Jeff had told me giving him all my knowledge of the subject, as limited as it was. Then I turned to him and said, "My turn."

He reached over and put his hand, well his fingers at least, back onto my still hard boycock. He slowly began to stroke me up and down when he did what I did and started to play with my balls. Oh, how I loved that!

He asked me if he was doing it the right way to which I told him yes. He began to speed up and was doing it just right as I could feel everything beginning to build. I told him to go faster and he did as my hips began to rise up and down on the bed. He stopped a bit and I told him to keep going.

Suddenly it hit. I began to get the feeling as he looked at my face. My head was back but I could see him trying to look into my eyes. I heaved my hips up high as my orgasm hit. He didn't stop, thankfully. He kept stroking me but he seemed to know instinctively to slow down a bit. I was moaning but not too loudly as I didn't want others to hear. I finally told him to stop and he did. He looked at me like he had a question.

"Nothing came out," he stated.

"No Devon it didn't. I don't have any cum yet but I sure did get the feeling."

We lay there for a little until he asked me why he did and I didn't shoot anything. I told him that I just hadn't hit that time yet where he obviously had. I told him I couldn't wait to shoot something but that someday, soon I hoped, it would happen.

We talked a little and I asked him if he liked it. He was quick to say yes and looking at his dick I could tell he was thinking about doing it again. I was soft but I asked him if he wanted me to do him and he said no, that he would like to again but he was tired. I agreed and we fell asleep.

For the rest of the week we made it a nightly ritual to jack each other off. In the morning, however, we just lay on our bed with our morning hard-on and jacked ourselves off. We loved to watch each other stroke our cocks but really enjoyed doing the other at night. The week seemed to go by very fast and the last night together was something neither of us was looking forward to.

That last night we got each other off two times. Each time Devon would cum he would dribble a bit of his semen over my hand. I don't' know what prompted me to do it, but the last time we were together I took my hand to my mouth and licked his juices. Boy was it good. I think that was the moment I was hooked on the taste of a guy's cum, which in time would include my own.

It was a bitter-sweet parting on the day we left camp. The classes we went to were alright, but nothing like the time Devon and I spent with each other. His foreskin still was fascinating to me even to the end. I loved playing with it, pulling it up over the head as he softened and twisting it in my fingers. Here was the first African-American boy I played with (not the last, however) and the first guy with a foreskin. I was only 10 but I knew I enjoyed what I was doing with other boys.

We exchanged addresses and wrote to each other a few times. I told him more about Jeff and me and he let me know that he found a guy near him that enjoyed what we had shared. He did say, however, that he would always remember what we did and what I showed him. He thanked me for a great week and I told him the same.

The rest of my summer was filled with other firsts, but that is for another time.

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