From: fanchaph@news.delphi.com (FANCHAPHAW@DELPHI.COM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Discovery (m/m, teen) Date: 11 Nov 1994 03:40:13 -0000 Organization: Delphi Internet Services Corporation Lines: 267 Message-ID: <39up2t$6e8@news-feed.delphi.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: news-feed.delphi.com FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS: FROM THE ARCHIVES: "THE DISCOVERY" This story is from the archives of Fan Cha Phaw. This story might have appeared previously on the net, or in other publications. This is an adult fiction story, which consists of sex and sexual scenes between men and boys. If this type of story offends you, or your community standards, exit now and do not continue reading. If you are under the age of 18 (in the US), or under the age in your country to read such stories, exit now and do not continue reading. Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the actions of the actors in this story. Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the breaking of any laws. We can be reached at fanchaphaw@delphi.com PLEASE REMEMBER that all repost requests, comments, and discussion belong on alt.sex.stories.d, and not on the discussion thread. THE DISCOVERY By James K "How come your dick looks for funny?" I asked Ralph, the boy who slept in the next bunk over from me. At twelve, Ralph was my best friend at Camp Indian Point for Boys. Since I was a year younger than Ralph, I tended to look up to him, for he seemed to know it all, and have all the answers. "What do you mean, my prick looks funny?" He growled. I could sense a hint of irritation in his voice. I had not expected him to get so angry with me. "And when did you see it?" "Last night when you were in the bathhouse taking a shower." I answered. "What are you queer or something?" "Forget it. I'm sorry that I brought it up." I said defensively. We had just finished quiet hour, and were getting ready to go to free swim. The other boys had already changed and were heading down to the lake. "Are you coming too?" Bill, our counselor, shouted. He was already heading out the cabin door? "We'll be right there." I relied, as I pulled off my camp tee shirt. "You two sure are taking you're time. I'm not going to wait any longer for you two to get your butts in gear. I'll see you down at the lake!" With that comment, Bill walked out of the cabin, leaving us alone. I leaned over to untie my tennis shoes. Ralph had stood up and was pulling off his tee shirt. "Why do you say I have a FUNNY looking prick?" He asked. "It's just that, mine looks different than yours." "Oh yeah, let's see." I stood up and unbuttoned my shorts, letting them drop down to my ankles. Dressed only in my white Fruit Of The Looms, I pulled out my clothing storage box from underneath my bunk to get my bathing suit. Glancing at Ralph, I said, "I'll show you mine, only if I get to see yours. That way I can show you what I am talking about." "I don't care." Ralph announced as he pulled off his shorts and underpants all in one swift motion. He sat down on the edge of his bunk, spreading his legs apart so that I could see both his prick and balls. I glanced down at his limp prick. It looked a little longer and thicker than mine. I could see a few thin strands of hair sprouting at its base. What made his prick look different than mine was the extra fold of skin that covered its head. It gave his prick a hooded appearance. I did not have the extra skin on mine. "Okay, let's see yours now." Ralph said. I wiggled out of my underpants, and then went over to Ralph's bunk to sit down beside him. Grasping my limp prick with my thumb and forefinger, I displayed it for him to see. "See," I said. "You have all that extra skin around the top of it, whereas I don't." "Your parents must have had it cut off when you were a baby," Ralph remarked. "I guess," I sighed, not sure what actually had happened. "I can pull mine back, watch!" Ralph smiled as he slid his foreskin down with his fingers, exposing a purplish head. His prick now looked exactly like mine. He released the skin and it slid back up to its hooded state. "You want to feel it?" He asked me. At first I was hesitant, but he coaxed me on. "Come on. If you feel mine, I'll feel yours too." I shrugged, "Okay." I reached down between his legs to gently grasp his prick. I held it for a few minutes, squeezing the soft flesh between my fingertips, and then slid the foreskin down to expose the head. Suddenly his prick began to throb, and then it began to stiffen between my fingers. A few seconds he had a full fledged hard-on, about five inches in length. "Wow." I exclaimed as I slid the loose skin back down. "You got a big one." I bent it back and forth, pushing it down between his legs, exposing his lightly covered pubic mound. "When did you start growing hair down there?" I asked, curious, because I had not started growing any yet. "A couple of months ago." Ralph answered. I moved my fingers down the length of his prick to fondle his balls. I felt the rubbery walnut-size orbs rolling up against each other as I cupped them in my hand. I was about ready to move my hand away when Ralph asked, "Rub my prick for a few more minutes. It feels good. I will do yours later too." I moved my fingers back to his prick, and then wrapped my hand around it, beginning to move the loose skin up and down. After a few strokes I felt Ralph shudder. "What's the matter?" I asked him. "Am I hurting you?" "No, it's just that...that it's beginning to feel funny. It's beginning to tingle from an itch someplace underneath." "Do you want me to stop?" I asked him as I continued to rub his prick. "No!" He grimaced. "Keep...keep doing it. It don't feel that bad, it feels kind of weird." He swallowed, and then closed his eyes. "I just want to see what happens." He added. I didn't mind doing it to him. I was just as curious as Ralph was. I wanted to see if anything would happen. I continued to move my fingers up and down his hard prick, rubbing the cock head with my thumb as I stroked. Ralph gasped, and then fell back against the mattress. His legs started to tremble, and I felt his whole body tense up. He gasped again, and just as I was about to release him, I felt his prick begin to violently throb between my fingers. It felt as it was swelling up even bigger. "Something is happening," Ralph said, almost shouting. A second or two later he let out a moan, and I watched in amazement as a thin, sticky, milky-like substance shot from his prick onto his stomach and chest. His prick was thrusting in my hands, and as the goo began to lessen, it dribbled down his prick and over my fingers and hand. "Gross!" I shouted, pulling my hand away from his prick. I watched as Ralph's prick pulsated a few more times, leaking our a little more fluid. Finally it ended, and his prick rested against his body, seemingly beginning to loose some of its hardness. "You pissed on me!" I yelled a him. Ralph sat up, shouting back, "That's not piss!" He slid his fingers down the length of his quickly deflating prick, until he reached the dribblings of his boy cum. "Does that feel like piss to you?" I rubbed the warm sticky fluid between my fingers and then lifted them to my nose to smell them. It had a bleach-like order to it. "No." I finally commented. "I told you so." he said. "I don't know what it is, it never came out like that before." "Jim, do you think that there is something wrong with me?" he asked. "I don't know." I answered. "Maybe you should see the nurse." "Yeah right!." Ralph grunted. "I tell you what, let me rub your prick and see if the same thing happens to you." "I don't know." I said a little hesitantly. I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to find out. "Please Jim." Ralph pleased. "If that stuff comes out of your prick too, then I will know that I'm okay, and that there is nothing wrong with me." I nodded and then leaned back on the bed, yielding to Ralph's pleas. I swallowed as I felt his fingers curling around my half-hard organ. I shuddered at his touch, as a strong tickling sensation ran through me. When he started to rub, it took only a few seconds before he had my prick as hard as steel. He kept sliding his fingers and palm up and down the length of my prick. "You beginning to feel anything yet?" he asked. "It's just beginning to tingle an awful lot." I said as I gritted my teeth. He slid his fingers down to fondle my marble-size balls. "It feels good though?" "Uh-huh." I said. I felt a dull ache, and then something else, as his fingers moved back to wrap around my prick. He moved my prick up and down, rubbing even faster now. He made a complete fist around my prick, and then squeezed its slim thickness. "What about now?" He asked. Sure enough, I could feel a warm tingling itch that seemed to expand over the entire length of my prick. As he rubbed me, it kept building up in intensity. "Yes!" I gasped. Beads of sweat broke out all over my body. He slid his fist up and down even faster on my prick. I stretched my legs forward, and felt my toes cramp. "Please, stop!" I begged him. I was frightened with what was happening to me. Ralph responded by rubbing me even faster, ignoring my request. My heart was pounding, and my breathing became heavy. I closed me eyes, my prick had become numb. "STOP!" I shouted, writhing under Ralph. Ralph didn't stop. He continued rubbing me until I felt a sudden surge that came deep from within my body, and skyrocketed from the very root of my prick to the tip. My prick began to pulsate and then thrust uncontrollably. I shuddered at the intensity of the feeling, and fell back onto the bed. As quickly as my prick had erupted, it ended. I managed to sit up, and stare between my legs. Ralph still had his entire fist wrapped around my prick, but I could see the mushroom-shaped head poking out from the top of his fist. The head of my prick was beet red. I felt him squeeze my deflating prick one more time, and noticed a tiny bead-like drop of clear fluid bubble out, coating the tip of my prick. It was only a drop, not nearly as much as had come out of Ralph's prick. Ralph released my prick, and then touched the head with his fingertip. I could see a little of the fluid transfer from my piss slit to his finger. "Yes!" Ralph shouted. "That's the stuff that came out of my prick too!" I reached down to touch the head of my prick. Sure enough, it was the same stuff. I didn't know what to say. We had both discovered something about ourselves that he had never known. It would be a year or two later before I actually found out what the stuff was. For one fleeting moment, however, we both realized that we were changing. In a world of innocence, we were becoming adults. -End- -------------------------------------------- The previous story was presented by Fan Cha Phaw. We can be reached at fanchaphaw@delphi.com.