JUST BEGINNING
By Apollon
Two boys that have grown up sheltered but curious search for answers with each other. Story codes; b solo, bb.
There weren’t too many kids in the neighborhood and the few friends Scott had from school lived too far away for him to hang around with. Scott and Ricky were the only boys on the street that were close in age. So even though Ricky was younger at ten and just ready for fifth grade and Scott was now twelve and would be in seventh they had been friends and played together for a long time.
They were both late arrivals to older parents and neither had siblings. So their commonality drew them together. Scott might have been a little embarrassed if some of his classmates that were always acting so mature were aware that he still played “little kid” games with his younger friend like war and space ship. But none of them were around. He tended to be shy and didn’t always fit in with the conversation or horseplay on the playground and in the boy’s restroom. The subject always seemed to be about dirty stuff he didn’t understand and he avoided the games of grab-ass and dick tag. He always looked away when other boys peed.
His parents were older and conservative and had encouraged him to ignore that thing between his legs. He hadn’t displayed himself to them since he was a toddler and had never seen either parent naked. It had only been the last few months that he began feeling really strange and curious. His little weenie was constantly getting hard. He had tried to ignore it. At first it was just that way when he woke up, but lately it seemed to happen any time and all the time. And it had gotten bigger and harder to hide. He had seen a few statues and art pictures of naked men and theirs had been just a small thing dangling down. But recently he had noticed a few other boys holding books and squirming sometimes like they had the same problem. More and more he caught himself gripping and feeling the stiff little shaft and cupping the little eggs in the sack below until guilt would force him to leave it alone.
There was a little group of kids back in fifth grade that seemed to huddle a lot laughing and joking and pressing at the crotches of their jeans. He heard words like “boner” and “jacking” but didn’t know what they meant. Once he even saw a trio in the back of the restroom huddled together and pushing down the front of their pants. It was a little bewildering then but now he wondered about what they had been doing.
Then there was the class in sixth grade. Whispers circulated that it was sex education. He’d been required to get a permission slip from his parents. It was simply signed and nothing was said. Several of the boys were joking saying it was too late for them; they already knew all about it. Scott was still unsure about the whole thing. The boys had been separated and a male teacher went into a brief lecture on the maturing process. He explained growth and development with a few crude diagrams and drawings of the male penis. He talked about hormones and hair and other stuff. Then the teacher started talking about a common problem that boys had and when he flipped to the next drawing Scott instantly realized what he was talking about.
The penis in the drawing was standing up. The male teacher had said it was normal and added, “You all have experienced it, right?” The giggles and posture of a few of the other boys suggested the same thing was happening to them. And then the teacher added that it was also normal for boys to play with themselves. It was a revelation. The subject went on about sperm and wet dreams then a short bit about girls. But Scott was only thinking about how he had wanted to play with himself and now he was told it was normal and other boys did it too.
There was never any explanation about why a boy got hard. There had been some biology about sperm and eggs but never an explanation about how they got together. Some kids asked some questions and after the class there were all kinds of quiet talk and laughter among the boys. They used terms like “jerking off” and “blow jobs” and other terms he wasn’t sure about. He realized that he was behind his peers in knowledge and experience but he would never admit it to the others. There had even been some drawings of girls in the class and he listened as boys pointed out some of the obvious changes in the girls in their class. He felt himself blush a few times realizing he knew even less about girls’ anatomies than he did about boys.
For the next couple of months at the close of school he would come home and lock the door to the bathroom, relieve himself then spend as long as he dared examining his penis and balls comparing himself to the drawings he’d seen. His dick, the other guys called it, would get instantly hard and stand up curving back slightly toward his stomach. The little eggs in his sack had dropped were no longer just a golf ball-sized bag under his small shaft. After tracing the line on the bottom of the little shaft and examining the tiny hole that separated the purple crown like a couple of big beans, he would curl his fingers around the hard little pole and settle into a rubbing motion. “This must be what they talked about,” he told himself. When he would start to feel a pleasant sensation he would panic, worry that his mom might suspect something and pull up his pants vowing to resume in bed at night.
Just before school was out the sixth graders were given an orientation at Jr. High. It was impressive and a little scary. The group was shown the locker room and as the PE instructor started to explain rules and requirements a group of boys trooped noisily in from the gym, pulled off their gym togs and hustled into the showers. That’s when it hit him; they were naked. There were only flashes of little things wiggling between legs and pale butt cheeks disappearing into the showers. But they were in there together, with no clothes on, showering and next fall he would be, too. There were a few chuckles from a couple of other kids before they were herded to their next area.
Scott thought about the brief glimpse of naked boys that night in bed as he played with his stiff weenie. He wondered how many other kids hadn’t seen or been naked in front of others or if it was just him. He reasoned from conversations he had overheard that lots of boys had been naked and learned stuff from older brothers or cousins. He had neither. The only other boy he knew well was Ricky. “And he wouldn’t be interested in that sort of thing, would he?” Scott wondered. “He was a year and a half younger.”
But as much as Scott was behind his peers in maturing Ricky was ahead. He was precocious by nature and a little older and bigger than many of the kids in his class. His little three-inch peg was hard every morning and had started springing up other times as well. More than once in the school rest room he had engaged other boisterous boys and readily dropped the front of his pants with a couple of others to proudly display his rigid weenie. He had listened to some of the stories of “show and tell” games and rowdy sleep overs and envied the boys that had the opportunities that he always seemed to miss out on. Ricky’s only hope for boy play was his friend, Scott. But Scott was older and he hadn’t seemed interested in anything like that; well, until lately.
The weather had gotten warmer, lawns had greened, and the boys began opting for shorts and cut-offs immediately after school. Their games had changed. The two friends became keenly aware of bare legs touching and draping their limbs across each other and wrestling around. They traded furtive glances at the others’ crotches curious about what the fabric was hiding. Even though they were reluctant to admit it even to themselves the wrestling and horseplay were more to give them the chance to touch and be touched and migrated to that kind of activity.
The boys were also keenly aware of the little bulges that would appear in their pants and shorts. It seemed to happen a lot to both of them when they were horsing around. They would steal glances at each other and stealthily bump into the bulges when they could. One evening they were out under some trees in Scott’s spacious back yard and wrestling around in some long grass that hadn’t been cut. Despite Ricky being big for his age, Scott was still older and stronger and the tussle resulted in the older boy pinning the younger one on his back.
Scott held Ricky’s wrists over his head and was lying directly on top of him. They were both wearing shorts and as their bodies pressed together their eyes met. They had felt the same thing. Their small dicks were hard and were pressed together. Scott’s first instinct was to roll off but something stopped him. Ricky showed no objection and without really meaning to, Scott felt himself move a little rubbing the two sticks together. A new awareness descended on their preteen bodies. Ricky looked up at Scott and smiled slightly.
“I can feel something of yours,” he said quietly. Scott felt himself move against his friend’s stiffness again.
“I can feel something of yours, too,” he said.
“Feels kind of weird, huh?” Ricky observed.
“Yeah,” Scott conceded, as a wave of euphoria began to descend on him and he started feeling really strange. Concerned he rolled off and the two lay quietly for few minutes. Scott lay on his stomach and could feel his dick pulsing. Ricky’s hands covered the obvious little tent in his shorts.
“I guess we better go in,” Scott announced still feeling strange.
Ricky was disappointed but as they got up to separated he said, “That was fun, what we were doing,” then he added as he press at his crotch with his wrist, “I might let you pin me again.” Scott scoffed at that as they parted.
Scott went into the house, passed his parents who were watching TV and into his room. He pushed his door shut and plopped on his bed. His dick was still hard as a rock. All he could think about was the feeling he got when he was pressed against his equally hard friend. He rolled on his stomach scooting his hand down in front and pressed his slim four inch penis against his hand. Ricky’s had felt smaller of course and he wondered if it looked like his. He flexed his pelvis pressing his still covered dick into his hand and began get that feeling again. All of a sudden something happened; something let loose; he felt for second like he had peed.
He rolled over and pulled the front of his shorts away from his body, then lifted the elastic on his jockey shorts. A small spot was showing on his underwear and there was a little stickiness on the end of his pulsing penis. A jolt of panic went through him that something bad had just happened. But it didn’t feel bad; it had felt good. He touched the stickiness and examined it between his thumb and finger before jumping up and slipping into the bathroom. After wiping the residue and returning his shrinking penis to his shorts he retreated back to his room still a little confused.
When they had parted Ricky had gone straight to the bathroom at his house. After he closed the door he dropped his shorts and underwear and stood on the toilet seat where he could look at himself in the mirror. He was hard again in an instant and gripped his stiff three and a half inch tool wagging it at the mirror. It stood up curving slightly back with an arrow shaped knob on the end. He traced his finger over the edge of the crown and down along the line on the underneath side to the wrinkled little sack below and felt the two little egg-shaped glands.
It had been several months since he had succumbed to his regular state of erection and discovered the pleasure of playing with himself. He had enjoyed showing off in the boy’s room a couple of times and it had felt really good when Scott had rubbed against him on the lawn. He wished they had done it some more and even imagined how it might have felt if he and Scott had pulled down their shorts and rubbed against each other. He felt and fondled himself as long as he dared in the bathroom then retreated promising to continue his activity in bed.
Scott continued to wonder about what had happened and if it was one of those things they had talked about in the class. But they had said it was a “wet dream” and he had been awake. But nothing seemed to be wrong; his dick was still getting hard all the time and his balls seemed normal. Then an afternoon a day later, Scott and Ricky were lounging in the basement family room at Ricky’s house watching TV. Ricky was wearing some satiny shorts and tube socks. Scott was barefooted and wore some white cotton shorts with blue piping up the side like he would be required to wear for gym in Jr. High. Soccer shorts and baggies were not yet in fashion.
Ricky had pressed his wrist against a noticeable tube-like bulge in his shorts a few times and Scott continued to glance that way and then turned and draped his legs over Ricky’s bare thighs. Ricky winced and pushed his friend’s legs off only to have him pick them up and drop them on him again. This went on a couple of times before Ricky simply let Scott’s legs rest. The older boy’s calves were precariously close to Ricky’s small tube and even though he seemed not to be paying attention he wondered if that was Scott’s intention.
He looked down at the slim legs in his lap and let his hand rest on one. A fine coating of tiny blonde hairs had appeared on Scott’s legs and Ricky let his fingers brush over it. “You’re getting hairs on your legs,” he announced. Scott turned from the TV and eyed his friend.
“Yeah,” he said, and watched as Ricky continued to brush his fingers over the bare legs in his lap. A tiny smile crept over Ricky’s face and he let his fingers move over Scott’s knees toward his thighs. “That kind of tickles,” Scott offered quietly. Both boys could see a tubular bulge beginning to rise in Scott’s shorts and Scott could feel Ricky’s little unit getting harder under his leg.
“My friend David at school,” Ricky went on as kept moving his fingers, “His brother is in your class and David says he’s getting some hairs too, but somewhere else. Can you guess where?” Scott knew where Ricky meant and he had heard rumors a few boys in his class were growing some.
“Probably,” he responded.
“Do you think it’s here?” Ricky asked and gradually let his fingers trail upward over the leg of Scott’s shorts toward the rising bulge.
“Probably,” Scott said again watching as Ricky’s fingers moved danger close to his stiffening boyhood. Just as Ricky’s hand brushed over the hard bulge in his shorts Ricky’s mom called down the stairs;
“Scott, your mom called and wants you to come home for dinner.
Scott struggled all through dinner with a boner that wouldn’t go down. He did his best and seemed to avoid having his mom or dad notice. He was bummed that he was close to having Ricky feel his dick and maybe progressing to something more. But then Ricky’s parents were right upstairs. His parents offered little reaction when he complained about the TV fare and offered to go to bed early and read. As soon as his door was closed he dropped his shorts, grabbed a magazine and slipped under the sheets on his bed. Pushing his jockeys to his knees he quickly gripped his dick and commenced the classic motion he had taught himself.
While his hand pumped under the sheets his mind scrolled on Ricky’s touch and he imagined the boy reaching under the leg of his shorts to feel hm. Then he thought about the feel of Ricky under his leg and imagined pulling down the boy’s shorts and examining his tool or laying on him and rubbing together like they had done on the lawn. That strange feeling started over him again. He wanted to stop but he couldn’t. Instead he rubbed harder and faster plunging his shaft into his hand before something let loose again and he felt something rush from his balls through his dick.
He flipped the sheet down and looked at the end of his dick sticking out from his fist. A few drops of stickiness coated the split end and little hole and a few drops were on his hand. Sitting up quickly he checked to make sure nothing was on the sheets then gripping the end to avoid a drip he reached for a tissue. Before wiping the issue away he hesitated, inspecting the stickiness between his fingers. His sensed this was something acceptable and after carefully disposing of the evidence he pulled up his briefs, crawled under the sheet and attempted to read.
Trying to read the magazine was futile; his mind kept drifting to his dick and the urges and the sensation. Then an idea struck him and got up and went over to his desk and began rifling through some old school books and papers. After a few minutes he found the small pamphlet that they had given the boys in “that” class. He skimmed through the pages then stopped and re-read some spots. A light went off in his head and he realized what he hadn’t understood before. “That was what it was,” he thought, “He had had one; a climax, an orgasm, whatever boys called it, and the sticky stuff must have been sperm.”
For the next few days Ricky was gone with his parents. It seemed to Scott his dick was perpetually hard and he rubbed pressed and pumped it every chance he had. He would stroke it in the morning when it was hard, slip into the bathroom during the day and go to sleep at night with his dick in his hand. Sometimes he would go for a long time without getting the feeling or anything coming out. Sometimes he felt it but nothing came out. Other time he would barely touch it and it would start leaking. He read enough more to realize that the sticky stuff was probably not real sperm yet but the other stuff, semen that was coming out. He began to understand what some of his classmates had eluded to that he had ignored.
Then he began to think about his friend Ricky. Scott knew Ricky got hard, too and he wondered if Ricky looked the same down there and maybe played with it like he had been doing. He was only ten and Scott didn’t know or do anything with himself at ten. But he had seen Ricky pressing against his crotch and sensed the boy was more aware than he had been and had liked it when they rubbed together. He chastised himself for passing opportunities to sneak peeks at boy at school and made up his mind to try to do something with Ricky. Something told him when his friend returned he might be willing to experiment.
Ricky spent a couple of boring days while they visited relatives. They were all older and there were no kids his age until the last day before they started home. Some other relatives came for a picnic dinner and with them were a few kids including a distant cousin, a boy that was thirteen. They watched some younger girls playing in the yard and the older boy bumped Ricky a couple of times to point out skirts that had flipped up offering glimpses of pre-teen panties. Then he had suggested they go look around the grounds of the old farm.
There had been an orchard and a large garden that had been mostly abandoned and numerous sheds and outbuildings that had seen little use since the older aunt and uncle had given up farming. They paused at an open-sided shed with some rusting old machinery partly covered by bushes next to some fields some distance from the house and people.
“This is cool,” the older boy said, looking around. “This would be a good place to jack off,” he said, glancing at the younger boy for a reaction.
It was probably the unsure look on Ricky’s face that prompted the older boy to ask, “You know what I mean, don’t you?”
“Umm, I’m not sure, I think so,” Ricky stammered. He had heard the term on the playground but didn’t want to admit ignorance.
“OK, I’ll show you; everybody does it, but you can’t tell anybody I showed you, OK?”
“OK,” Ricky agreed, still not sure where this was going.
“OK, pull your pants down,” the boy instructed. Ricky hesitated. “Come on, so I can show you,” the boy said, and quickly unsnapped his own jeans and pushed down at the front. Ricky started to get the message and stretched the elastic on his shorts and pulled them to his knees exposing his tight white briefs.
The thirteen-year-old pushed his jeans down and with them his underwear. He pulled his shirt up giving Ricky his first look at a teen-age dick and balls. It was semi-soft, pulsing slightly as it tried to inflate and was surrounded at the base by a thin ring of coarse hairs. A sack hung beneath it with two well-pronounced balls. Ricky stared mesmerized for a moment. “Come on, pull these down, we’re wasting time,” the older boy said, and stepping close to Ricky, gripping the elastic of the younger boy’s briefs and jerking them to his knees.
“There, now just take hold of your weenie like this,” he gripped his rising pole of flesh and started tugging up and down. Ricky watched, again mesmerized. “Go ahead, try it,” the boy said interrupting the younger boy’s stare. Ricky quickly reached for his own unit that was starting to swell as he looked at the other boy’s dick and balls. “There, that’s it,” Ricky’s mentor offered, “Just keep rubbing up and down like this, get it real hard…that’s it…feels good, doesn’t it.” Ricky nodded his fingers bringing his teeny weenie to its full three and a half inches.
“Haven’t you ever done this before,” the boy asked.
“A little,” Ricky admitted, “But I just didn’t know anybody else did it and what it was called.”
“And you’ve never done it with anyone else?” Ricky shook his head.
“Me and a couple of friends do it sometimes; it’s fun and it feels really good when someone else does it for you,” the boy added, “Here, let me show you,” and he moved Ricky’s hand aside and took the little tool in his fingers. Ricky felt himself gasp at the warm new sensation of someone else’s hand on his dick, but he knew instantly he liked it.
He watched the boy’s fingers and thumb moved on his small slim dick and then let his eyes drift back to much larger penis that pulsed gently in front of him. He was mesmerized by the size and stiffness and the ring of hair at the base. “Go ahead, do it to me,” he was told and he moved his hand curling his fingers around the stiff tube of flesh of his new friend. His effort was clumsy at first until a hand closed around his and guided him in the motion. Ricky would have been content to continue for hours but they knew they might be missed and the older boy pushed Ricky’s hand away and resumed vigorously pumping his own unit. “I’m going to come,” he groaned as a few spurts of thin white cream leapt from his dick. Ricky stared mesmerized.
“That’s what happens when you’re old enough and you do it for a while,” the boy said, shaking little droplets from his dick. “But it’s the feeling that’s really good.” Ricky’s mind was whirling as they hurriedly pulled up their pants and headed back to the house. He really liked what they did and the feel of another hand on his dick and wanted to do more. The only one that might join him was his friend Scott and he resolved to find a way.
Ricky showed up early in the afternoon their first day back and quickly showed up at Scott’s house, excited to tell him some “important stuff” and pass along a request from Ricky’s mom. It seemed that the boy’s parents needed to attend a business dinner that night and they had no one to baby sit. Ricky had insisted he was too old for a sitter anyway and suggested that he ask Scott to stay with him. When it was established that the hour would be late the matter would be solved if Scott stayed over. The looks the boys exchanged glances recognizing the opportunity to be alone. They were further excited when the two moms exchanged conversation and determined the plan was acceptable.
Scott was kept busy the rest of the day and they didn’t have any time together until he rang the doorbell about 7:30 that night carrying a small duffle. He was excited just thinking about the possibilities. Nothing much had been said aside from a few innuendos, but Scott sensed they had a mutual interest in each other’s anatomies. Maybe when they dressed for bed they might get naked together. He was disappointed when Ricky’s mom said, “I had Ricky get a bath early,” his mom said, “So he’d be ready for bed. He normally has to go to bed around nine but he can stay up a little later tonight. You kids can watch TV or play games. He has a double bed and you can sleep with him or on the couch in the family room,” she offered. She went on to apologize for the lateness of the evening explaining they were meeting someone from out of town for dinner and would be late, probably after midnight, as she ushered Scott into Ricky’s room, pointed out the bathroom and towels if needed them then made a hasty retreat.
The boys settled on the big couch in front of the TV. Scott sat in the middle with Ricky curling up on one end. They wiggled around a few minutes and Scott glanced sideways at his young friend who was shirtless and wearing boxer style pajama shorts and, it appeared nothing else. He could see the tops of the boy’s bare hips and some flesh below his navel.
“So what do you want to do?” Ricky asked immediately after they heard the door close. “I’ve got some stuff I might tell you about later but what shall we do now?” There was an anxious tone in his voice. Scott knew this was the best chance to see his friend naked and sensed his friend was willing but he had no idea how to break the ice. He was tempted to just grab Ricky’s shorts and pull them down, but he was chicken.
“I don’t know what do you want to do?” Scott responded. Ricky eyed his older friend. Scott was wearing cut-off jeans, a tee shirt, and sneakers with tube socks.
“You could go ahead and get ready for bed, too or even take a shower if you want.” Scott pictured his friend watching as he undressed sensing his friend was angling to see him naked.
“Nah, I’ll just wait ‘til we’re ready to go to bed,” he answered, then immediately wondered why he didn’t take the suggestion as a way to start something. “I usually just sleep in my underwear,” he interjected quickly, “But my mom told me to bring some regular pajamas.”
“Me too,” Ricky piped up; I just lie around and watch TV in my underwear sometimes.”
Ricky gave Scott a thoughtful look. He had been plotting all day for ways they might get naked and play around. “You could just be in your underwear if you want, since nobody is here,” Ricky suggested.
Scott responded to his friend’s hopeful look and said, “I think I will.” He pulled off his shoes and socks, then his tee shirt. Being careful not to reveal the little bulge that was already starting in his snug white briefs, he pulled off his cut-offs. Ricky watched and pressed his wrist against the little peg in his pajamas not wanting to reveal it had stiffened as he watched his friend undress. He had seen his friend shirtless and wearing shorts many times but now he focused on the bulge under the “Y” of Scotts briefs.
Starting to feel embarrassed about staring but anxious to start something Ricky said, “We’re alone now we can do whatever we want,” Ricky observed. Scott nodded.
The TV was playing some mindless sitcom as both boys lounged on the large sectional. They glanced at each other stealthily for a few minutes attracted to each other’s near nakedness and wanting to start something but not knowing how to begin. Then Ricky tossed a sofa pillow at Scott and Scott quickly tossed it back. The exchange took place again only this time Ricky stuck the pillow under his head and suddenly turned on the couch and dropped his bare legs over Scott’s lap just as Scott had done to him that time. The older boy let his hand rest on Ricky’s shins just below the knee. He remembered Ricky’s hands on his legs brushing the downy hairs. He wondered if Ricky was inviting something similar.
He was; he remembered rubbing over the top of Scott’s little tent and hoped Scott might do the same. In fact, about all he could thing about was the touch of another hand on his stiff little dick and hoped he could get Scott to touch him like his country cousin had done. He had considered just pressing his foot against the little bulge in Scott’s underwear but opted for just dropping his legs on the older boy’s thighs. He decided that if he got naked or could get Scott to touch him that Scott would soon follow.
As soon as their flesh touched Scott felt his hesitation leave. “You have some little hairs on your legs, too,” he announced slowly running his fingers over the barely discernable blonde down over Ricky’s shins.
“Do I?”
“Scott nodded, “Not much though.” Then letting his fingers move over Ricky’s knee to his totally hairless thigh he added, “But there’s none here,” He let his eyes sweep upward over Ricky’s thighs. One leg of the boy’s pajamas hung loosely showing the line where the paleness began above the boy’s tan leg. “There might be a spider crawling,” Scott said and wiggled his fingers inside the boy’s thigh. Ricky shivered and giggled a little. Scott let his fingers slide up a little more until they were just under the hem of the short pajama leg and almost to the boy’s pale hip joint.
“Oh, no,” Ricky said, in mock terror, “It’s crawling up my pant leg,” but he moved letting the leg opening open more. Ricky was looking down his body at his friend and it was obvious his little peg was standing up at attention. Scott grinned up at Ricky then slowly crawled his fingers under the loose leg of the cotton pajama shorts. “Oh, no,” he said again, “It’s going to get me.” Scott let his fingers rest a few seconds in the valley between Ricky’s hip and pubic arch, then slid his hand sideways. He felt a soft round globe a little bigger than a golf ball with a similar outer texture but softer. “It’s almost got me. I wonder what it’s going to do now,” Ricky offered quietly, encouraging the little game. When there was invitation rather than protest Scott cupped the little sack gently then moved his fingers up until he felt a stiff little pole of flesh standing almost straight up from the round sack. Ricky inhaled deeply and rolled his hips to his friend’s hand feeling a huge wave sensation as he felt another hand close around him for only the second time.
Scott brushed his fingers over the stiff little unit before curling his fingers around it. “Hmm, the spider found something,” he said.
“Whoa, it’s got me,” Ricky said as Scott gently squeezed his pre-teen cock. Then he moved his fingers around and under the shaft feeling for any downy fuzz before returning his fingers to the little pole. Scott looked up at his grinning friend as he fondled the first male appendage other than his own. “What’s the spider doing now?” Ricky questioned, as Scott began to move his hand.
“I’m not sure?” Scott answered, still moving his hand.
“Maybe you need to look,” Ricky offered.
Scott took the hint and pulled his hand out of the leg of Ricky’s pajama shorts. “Want me to?” Ricky nodded and Scott gripped the elastic at the sides at the sides of Ricky’s pajamas. Pale flesh below Ricky’s navel appeared and blended into a v at the base of the boy’s slim body. Taking care to lift the elastic over Ricky’s stiff little peg Scott slowly slid the thin cotton garment down to Ricky’s knees.
There it was the object of his curiosity for months, standing up, protruding from the top of the tight little sack and pulsing with Ricky’s heartbeat. It was pointed slightly back and Scott could see tiny veins on the short slim shaft. Just above what looked like small scars was a purplish helmet. Scott had only seen the top of his own so he looked closely at the bottom side of Ricky’s knob. There was a separation, a line from the shaft up to the tiny hole that divided the crown into two sloping sides resembling large beans.
Scott bent forward until he was only inches away looking closely at Ricky’s boyhood package. He started to reach for the organ again but hesitated. “You can do what the spider was doing before,” Ricky said, with an inviting grin. Scott had concluded the whole spider thing was a way Ricky could get his friend to rub his dick and he took it between his thumb and two fingers and imitated the motion he used on his own.
“That feels good,” Ricky observed. “What I was going to tell you about…when we visited my grandma, there was this kid, he’s thirteen. He showed me how to do this and said it was jacking’ off. I sort of knew anyway but we did it, and we did each other, and his was really big.” Scott felt his already stiff dick lurch. “So you’re doing me I should do you?” Ricky said.
“If you want to,” Scott said, now anxious to feel another hand besides his own.
Ricky pushed Scott’s hand away and sat up. “Take your underwear off,” the younger boy instructed, “and I’ll do it to you.” Scott leaned back, gripped the elastic of his tight white briefs and pulled the band over his stiff boy cock. The anxious organ bounced up proudly. “Whoa, you’re bigger than me,” Ricky observed, “But I knew you would be. Lean back and I’ll do it for you. Scott let his shoulders drop back and scooted his butt down giving his friend access. Then for the first time he felt a hand other than his own close around his rigid boy dick.
Scott’s recent growth and Ricky’s small hand meant the younger boy could grip the shaft with his whole hand. He gripped the flesh firmly and moved his hand up and down in the classic fashion. Scott groaned his approval. “Does that feel good?” Ricky asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Scott breathed arching his body upward.
“Have you ever done this before, I mean, with anyone,” Ricky inquired.
“No,” Scott responded.
“Me either…except for that once at my grandma’s. Me and some kids at school pulled our pants down once and showed ‘em, you know, but we didn’t touch each other. Your balls are pretty big and they’re kind of hanging down,” he observed letting his hand drift under the soft sack. He moved his hands over Scott’s pale crotch feeling and fondling for a few seconds before letting one hand return to the shaft. “Do me some more,” he said and leaned back displaying his wares for Scott’s attention.
Happy to oblige, Scott quickly resumed his examination of his friend’s dick and balls, then returned to a steady rhythm of jacking off.
“I know let’s go in my room. We can lie down naked on the bed and do it to each other. Ricky pulled his pajama bottoms off all the way and jumped up. Scott followed suit pulling off his tight white briefs, grabbing his clothes, and following Ricky into the bedroom eying the boy’s slim naked butt.
In quiet mutual agreement they pulled the sheets down, stashed their underwear for later a lie on the bed on their backs naked. Ricky’s hand went quickly to Scott’s groin. He fondled the slightly softened unit until it jumped quickly back to attention then felt Scott’s hand on him. They felt and fondled each other for several minutes until Ricky suggested they take turns examining each other. Neither boy had ever had “hands on” experience with another so they took advantage examining each other’s anatomies, front and back, in detail.
They faced each other, rubbed dicks together and took turns lying on top of the other humping bodies together. Then they lay back each with a hand on the other’s dick and began a marathon of masturbation. “Sometimes when I do this for a while I get kind of a tingly feeling,” Ricky announced.
“I think I know what you mean,” Scott responded, “I feel that sometimes, too.”
“Really?” Ricky turned to look at his friend.
“Want me to try to make it happen?” Scott asked.
“OK,” Ricky answered. Scott leaned up over his young friend and began jacking faster and harder.
“I’m starting to feel something,” Ricky breathed after a few minutes. Then after a few minutes more he added, “I think I might have to pee.”
“Wait,” Scott instructed, continuing to stroke the little pole, reminded of the feeling he had been bringing on himself. Ricky began to arch his pelvis.
“It’s starting to feel…umm, umm,” Ricky groaned and arched his dick upward into Scott’s hand as a couple of shivers went through his body.
Scott watched as Ricky shuddered and gasped aware of what his friend was feeling. Then Ricky pushed his hand and turned his body away. “Whoa that felt weird.”
“I think you did it, had a climax,” Scott offered, surprised at Ricky’s experience when he had only just felt it himself a couple of weeks ago. “Did it feel like something came out?” he asked the boy.
“Kind of but it’s really sensitive now.”
“So do me some more now,” Scott suggested.
“OK, a little,” Ricky responded. “But all of a sudden I’m really sleepy.
He turned and gripped his friend’s larger boy cock and began stroking. The more he stroked the more listless he became until Scott took over pumping his own cock until he felt the tingle rise in his loins again. “It’s going to happen to me,” he whispered, pumping harder as Ricky watched. “Ah, ah, ah,” he gasped feeling a pulsing in his penis. When the spasms had ended he looked down and could see thin stickiness on the end of his dick and on his hand. “Look a little stuff came out of mine,” he announced and held up his hand for Ricky’s inspection.
When Scott had wiped the residue they pulled their pajama shorts on and pulled the sheet up. “This was really fun tonight,” Ricky observed as they began to settle down.
“Yeah, it was,” Scott agreed, “And I want to do it lots more. This was just the beginning.”
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