TRUE BEGINNINGS: THE EARLY YEARS

BY HEAR BEAR

[ part 2 ]

Just around the same time that the tickling with my cousins was going on (age 6). My best friend and neighbor Tom and I were beginning to experiment with each other. This took place in the form of a game called “Doctor”. Tom was 2 years older than I was, and only 1 grade ahead of me in school. He lived right behind my house; our back yards were connected. Tom had what we called the “Hut” in his backyard, it was a 15’X15’ 2 floor wood shack, the downstairs had a pair of bunk beds for camp outs. There was also a wood ladder that led up to an attic space. Which was pretty cool for us kids. From the attic there was a door that opened and it led to a small 3’ X 10” deck which looked out onto Toms backyard.

Well Tom was always the leader between the two us, I looked up to him and thought he was cool. Not a lot of older kids would pal around with a younger kid if he wanted to be cool. I would follow him around and do most anything he asked me to. I remember the time he said he was going to be my Doctor and that it was time for my appointment. So as always I went right along with him, he took me into the Hut and told me I needed to take my cloths off for my physical. Which of course I proceeded to do without hesitation.

As I stood in front of my friend naked he told me to breathe in and hold it. While holding my breath he rubbed my belly in a circular motion. It made me giggle a bit and spit out my breath. He then took a hold of my very tiny balls that did not hang hardly at all and held them gently and told me to cough, which I did. Of course the sensation of my friend holding my nuts in his hand and being naked got me excited, well as excited as a six year old boy gets. It was a circumcised little prick about 1 1/2 to 2” long when hard. It was not very wide, but had a large purple knob as a head. My buddy Tom then started to play gently with my dick, stroking it and blowing air on it. All the while telling me that it looks like I have a pretty healthy little dick, and that these were tests to make sure that it worked right. Who was I to argue, I started to get light headed from the sensation of my buddy holding and playing with my dick. Tom had me lay on the bottom bunk as he kept on playing with my organ. Tom took my dick in between his to hands and started to rub it, like trying to start a fire with two sticks. This action began to drive me to the edge; I could feel my muscles tensing up. My toes were curled up as I began pumping with my legs. I had my very first orgasm (no fluid) just that very intense and unforgettable feeling.

Some time in the following weeks while playing together in the Hut, Tom said to me “the Doctor is now ready for his next patient”. At that he led me over to the bottom bunk and had me sit down and take off my shirt and shoes. Then he said to get on the examination table, which was a small 2’wide by 5’long bench that ran against one of the walls inside the Hut. So I laid down and waited for my examination to begin. Tom then asked me “where does it hurt today.” So thinking back to my experiences with my cousins, I told him “my feet hurt Doctor”. Tom looked at me a little confused and wondering what I meant. He then moved down to the foot of the bench. As he began to touch my feet to remove my socks I pulled back my foot and laughed. Then I could see the light bulb go off over his head. He realized what a ticklish foot I had, so he then got up and sat on my legs facing my feet. He began to tickle my feet with heavy strokes up and down the soles of my socked feet. With this my laughter began to ring out nonstop. He then slowed his pace down and searched the entire length of each foot for ticklish spots. As I was in the throws of hysteria, he then removed the sock off of my right foot. With my bare foot in hand Tom went to town scratching the soles of my foot with his finger nails and drawing little circles around my toes. I must have been turning as red as a tomato, I was laughing so hard I could barley breath. Tom knew he was driving me nuts, I was trying to get my feet loose but his weight and position made it impossible. I remember giving him a few futile slaps on his back and a brief poke in his ribs to see if I could reverse the situation, but no way. This only seemed to make him tickle harder, pulling my left sock off and giving my left foot the same torturous working over. During my struggle to free myself, tom moved his hand to rearrange his position on my legs. While doing so his hand landed on my crotch, and even inside of my pants my little pecker was trying to burst through. Once Tom felt that he repositioned himself sitting on my stomach, facing my feet. He then said, “It looks like you may need a little help with this”. He undid my belt, unhooked the clasp and unzipped my fly. Opening me up for his full view, but out of mine. He lifted my ass up a bit and yanked my pants down to my knees. With his positioning on my chest, he began to tickle my stomach around my navel. He said “your pecker bounces around when you laugh” this seemed to amuse him, because he kept up with it for awhile. Tom finally relented and began to rub my dick between his hands. I swear that I must have had about four orgasms that session, I think two were when he was working over my feet and two more as he rubbed me off. The funny thing about Tom was that he didn’t want me to rub him or to do anything for him. Not that I would have been able to recuperate enough that afternoon to do anything for him. Tom just got up and said that it looks like your feet will be all right, but you should schedule another appointment before you leave.