Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2018 21:45:45 -0400 From: pandadnap111 Subject: Summers with Philip This story is the best recollection of my experience as a child. Part Two coming soon. We had been friends forever. I met Phillip in kindergarden, and we had been best friends ever since. He was chubby, and blonde, and I was skinny and brunette. I always thought that we had a real connection, that we were more than just friends, but I never imagined that anything would come of it. That is, until the summer of sixth grade. Philip's family had a small summer home in the Poconos. He went there almost every year, but I had never seen it. One day we were talking and he popped the question, inviting me to stay with him for a week this year. I gladly accepted and began packing later that day. The ride down to his house didn't take too long. We settled down and immediately began to explore. We played basketball and soccer, we ventured around the woods behind his house and as the sun set, we ran around catching lightning bugs in mason jars. Soon, we were all tuckered out and it was time to go to bed. We changed into our pajamas and hopped into bed, both of us knowing that we wouldn't be catching much sleep that night. We joked and laughed, we wrestled, and we talked about girls from school that we liked. In hindsight, I should have seen this conversation coming from a thousand miles away, but it caught me entirely by surprise. Philip asked: "Have you ever gotten a boner?" Shocked and embarrassed, I sputtered, "No!" However, I was becoming hard at that very moment. Philip began to grin with pride, feeling superior thinking that he had had a boner before his friend. In truth, I had started puberty early. While Philip was still hairless, there were already little tufts of hair sprouting from above my privates. "Well I have," he proclaimed. "Everyday, when I wake up, my penis is hard. I'm basically an adult." Soon my erection would be hard to contain. In the meantime, I decided to go along with my friend. "Do you masturbate?" I ask. He furrows his brows. "What do you mean?" I almost laughed. He didn't even know how to jerk off! "Well I was just joking. I do get boners, see?" I thrusted my hips forward slightly, excentuating the bumb in my PJs. Philip looked disappointed. "Oh." "It's ok, I can show you how to masturbate. It feels really good." I stood from the bed and retrieved Philip's laptop, opening it and searching up porn. Philip looked worried. "You can't look at that here!" He said, to which I replied "Don't worry about it." In just a moment, the laptop began projecting pictures of nudes women in all different stances and positions. I looked at it passively, but my friend studied it intently. It was likely the first time he had ever seen it. I glanced over at his pants, but no bulge was apparent. He grimaced and looked over. "That's what's inside of a girls pants? Where are their penises?" "They don't have any, they only have vaginas. They're like holes." "What do you do with it?" "You put your penis inside of it." He shuddered. I didn't think anything of it, until I realized that he was partucularyly interested in one photo, one of a woman on her knees, surrounded by men with boners, ready to have sex. Then it dawned upon me: is Philip gay? I decided to test my theory, taking the laptop again, this time searching up naked men, not letting Philip see. I then revealed the computer to him. "Ew," he exclaimed. "Why are they dudes?" "Just watch." As time passed, I noticed a lump under between his legs slowly form. I instructed him to take it out, which he did hesistantly as I did the same. And there we were, two boys sitting by each other, watching porno and holding our dicks. His penis was the same size as mine, about 2 and a half inches. I began to fondle my parts, with Philip watching closely and mimicing. Excitedly, I reached out and held his parts, helping him out. He leaned back, allowing me to fully control his body. He started turning red, his heart pumped faster and faster. I could feel his body begin to seize as a series of quiet moans escaped his mouth. Yet just as he seemed to be reaching orgasm he reached over and slapped my hand off of himself. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "I feel like I'm gonna pee." I giggled and leaned back in, once again stroking his cock. "Don't worry." Almost immediately, he started to climax again. I started rubbing faster and more sensually, until his smooth body arched and a deep moan was released. A single drop of clear fluid dripped out of his little penis. Catching his breath, he watched as bent down and licked his tip clean. We rolled over began to cuddle under our blanket. "Good night," I whispered. "Good night."