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Subject: {ASSM} That Spring by Master Bey Shaun 1/6 (mm, mf, mff, size,  mast, oral, exhib)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 03:10:03 -0400
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"That Spring" by Master Bey Shaun -A Psychological Study- 1/6
(mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral, exhib, caution)

Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters 
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex. 
If reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location, or 
is distasteful to you, go no further; do not read or download this story, or 
delete it immediately if you already have. Otherwise, enjoy.

1.

...I lay back as they worked intently on my swollen, dripping erection; my 
next door neighbor and his sister were splitting the labor between them, she 
running her tongue sloppily along the back of my big shaft, drooling almost 
as much saliva down my rod as the cream their actions  were drawing up from 
my balls, which was flowing in a wide stream over the purple rim of my 
painfully-stretched dickhead, and on down the front of my thick shaft; while 
he was jacking the lower end of my hard-on with excrutiating slowness, 
pulling down on the skin with his hand on the down-stroke, stretching the 
skin shiny-tight, while tickling my swollen balls with the fingertips of his 
other hand. We all knew that they were close to wringing another intensely 
huge orgasm from my engorged genitals, and, as I could feel the come pooling 
in my balls, involuntarily I reflected back on how these incredible sexual 
encounters had become such a regular part of my life...

I was raised conservatively and had had a sheltered life, and although I 
discovered jacking off at a young age, I felt guilty about it. I hadn't at 
that time had any sexual contact with girls; I had been on a few platonic 
dates to the movies and such, but I was shy, and lived in a small town. In 
the winter of that year, a new family moved next door- a boy a year younger 
than me, and his older sister. I didn't have much contact with them, until 
that spring, on a day I'll never forget.

It was unseasonably hot, and I had set up an old wading pool we had had for 
years in the back yard that I would get wet in to cool off. On this 
afternoon as I was heading towards the pool in a bathing suit the boy, whose 
name I had learned was Jeff, looked over the fence between our houses, and 
asked if he could join me and cool off. I had thought he was peculiar when I 
had met him before; he was from Chicago, and had a different manner than the 
local guys: I couldn't get a feel for what he was thinking. Anyway, I told 
him sure, and he came over and lay back in the pool with me. We talked 
smalltalk about the neighborhood and how he was settling in, but I noticed 
with some alarm that he kept glancing at my crotch. I felt uneasy, but 
ignored his behavior, as I was quite shy.

As I know now, I happen to have been blessed with very large genitals, and 
even when I had been in middle puberty, my dick extended well above my navel 
when I had a hard-on. Evidently he was noticing the largish bulge in my 
swim-trunks even though I was soft; and after he worked our conversation 
around to the obvious object of his attention, he asked me if I would show 
it to him, saying he thought it seemed much bigger than his, and he was 
curious.

Now, I was quite put off by this; my upbringing had instilled in me a huge 
set of taboos about sexuality, and I had always behaved publicly in complete 
denial about the whole issue; so I was very flustered by his straightforward 
request. I didn't answer him in my confusion, which he must have sensed, as 
he kept suggesting in a disarming way that it would be very interesting to 
him to see it, and that he just wanted a quick look, and so on. I felt so 
disoriented by the strange situation that my sense of normal acceptable 
behavior, ordinarily so embedded in me & that I took for granted, grew 
fuzzy; and, almost in a trance, I let him talk me into giving him a peek.

We got out of the pool, and he led me around to the side of the house, but I 
was afraid we might be caught in the act (evidently my normal sense of 
propriety hadn't completely deserted me), so I suggested we go down into our 
basement through the storm door, which we did. We went into my hobby room, 
where I built model airplanes; my parents rarely came down there, so I felt 
a little safer. He sat in the chair at my table (how I was going to come to 
enjoy that chair, it almost makes me come now to remember it!... but that's 
getting ahead of our story), and had me stand a few feet in front of him. I 
was rendered pliant by my confusion; he said "well, let me see it!", and 
hoping to get it over with, I pulled down my bathing suit, and left it 
hanging around my knees. I just stood there nervously, as he was obviously 
transfixed by what he saw- he kept saying "wow", and just looking at it with 
a steady stare.

I had never been in a situation even remotely like this, with another person 
in such a bizarrely intimate situation, and didn't know what the boundaries  
were- I felt paralyzed, yet strangely excited, and to my horror my dick 
started slowly swelling. This went on like a silent movie; for minutes, 
neither of us moving, or saying a word, as my cock very slowly rose, through 
horizontal, at last becoming fully swollen and pointing at a 45 degree angle 
towards the roof. I felt intensely powerful sensations running through my 
body that I had never felt before, as no other person had ever seen my 
erection. I think he could sense the intensity of the situation, as he sat 
still, transfixed, staring at my fully swollen penis two feet in front of 
his face. Finally he said "damn!", and asked me if he could touch it; he 
said he'd never seen one so big.

I was paralyzed by the intense lust and confusion that was washing over me, 
so I just stood there numbly as he reached out his arm and tentatively 
touched it with two finger tips, which he then lightly ran down to the 
bottom of the shaft to my balls; his light touch produced an electrical 
shock as if I had been struck by lightning. He then gently tried to encircle 
the middle of the shaft with his whole hand. I had never before in my life 
felt such intense, incredibly pleasurable sensations. I was possessed, 
completely insane, in another dimension with these new sensations he was 
producing in me and the bizarre situation I was experiencing; all I could do 
was stand there. He started slow little jacking-off motions, watching 
intently with his face only inches away, as if in experiment. A drop of 
cream pushed its way out of the head, and started to drip towards the floor. 
"Wow", he said again, softly. He started saying how incredible it was to see 
such a huge dick, how he used to masturbate with his friends in Chicago and 
had seen some he thought were big, but that he had never seen anything like 
this.

He asked me if he could jack off with me- I dazedly mumbled something, and 
he took his hand away from my hardon, stood up, and pulled his own bathing 
suit down, never taking his eyes away from my rod, now dripping onto the 
floor. As he sat back down, I saw another boys erection than my own for the 
first time- and was amazed how much smaller it seemed than what I was used 
to- I had never really realized that my size was unusual. I was fascinated 
by his dick- it seemed perfectly proportioned, but on a miniature scale, 
like a toy or a model of my own.

It's hard for me to describe why I was permitting these atrocities to 
continue and escalate, against all my previous conditioning and better 
judgement; something in me had overloaded when I had pulled my pants down, 
or even before, when I had agreed to it in the first place, and each 
subsequent transgression of my scruples, with the incredible sexual 
sensations I was experiencing, only added to the overload and my resultant 
confusion, rendering me more susceptible to his, and my, lust, and my own 
deep, primitive urges.

He was now sitting right in front of me, my dick at the level of his face, 
and he once again took hold of it. He started to pull the skin up and down 
very slowly, in a steady rhythm, which produced a sort of popping sound each 
time his motion made the cock-hole pout. Neither of us spoke; I just stood 
there in front of him being jacked off in silence, except for the regular 
noises my dick was producing.

When I had masturbated previously, I used quite a fast speed, as if racing 
urgently to shoot off; but this very slow steady pumping that he was doing 
made me feel a whole new range of sensations; a burning, tingling from the 
soles of my feet to the top of my head. Thick drops of cream were oozing 
from the tip of my erection, running down to where the motion of his hand 
was spreading it in a glistening film over both his hand and the remainder 
of the shaft, down to my balls. I saw he was rubbing his own penis, his palm 
almost covering the whole rod; on mine, his hand didn't even cover the 
middle third. He was staying away from the head, and was deliberate in his 
focus, staring blankly at his handiwork.

Then, he stopped, and said that if we kept up we would come too soon; he 
stood up, and he asked me if I wanted to feel his hardon. By this time all 
boundaries had been broken, so I passively sat down in the chair, and he 
stood in front of me. He was a little shorter than I was so his dick wasn't 
quite at my eye level as I was for him. I reached over and felt it. It felt 
funny, small and delicate compared to what I was used to, and strangely 
inanimate- I was used to feeling my prick's sensations as well as the 
sensation of my hand touching it, but now his dick felt like a rubber cigar 
or something.

I tried wrapping my hand around it and jerking it off, but my hand covered 
it so much that I couldn't move up and down very much; then he showed me how 
to grasp it with my thumb on the bottomside of his shaft and two fingers on 
the top, and I could then slide the skin up and down a good ways. I tried to 
do it the way he had been doing me, very slowly, but he made me stop again 
in a few minutes; he said that he & his friends learned to try to last as 
long as possible before they came, and used to have a game to see who could 
last the longest when they masturbated together. He said that he just wanted 
to look at my huge hardon for a while, that that alone was really making him 
feel very hot.

He pulled me down in the chair so that I was slumped down and my legs were 
out straight, making my dick stick straight up, and he sat on the floor next 
to me, putting his eye-level once again even with my erection. He said that 
he bet that if we both just stared at it intently, that alone would make it 
keep oozing; we did that for the next few minutes, and sure enough the 
pressure of our gaze kept clear fluid running down the front of the shaft in 
a steady rivulet. Finally, Jeff reached out a hand and started tickling my 
balls very lightly with his fingertips. I jumped at the almost electrical 
shock of his sudden touch on my balls. He commented on how even my balls 
were huge; and as he continued his tickling, my hand hanging down found his 
little hardon and began to stroke it slowly. He seemed intoxicated, 
transfixed by the sight of my big dick, and in my intense sexual distraction 
I could barely follow as he  seemed to be feverishly telling me how he would 
love to jerk off with me every day, making all sorts of promises to be at my 
beck and call, cajoling me, promising that he would be my "sex slave" and do 
anything I wanted to my cock whenever I wanted him to, and so on, if only I 
would keep getting together with him. He told me he had to tell his sister 
about what he had found out about me; that she would sometimes masturbate 
with him & his friends, and even occasionally jerk them off.

All the while he was saying all this, he had been steadily tickling my 
balls, and I was on fire. My dick had never been so hard, and it felt like 
it was burning up- but with the light tickling sensation, it was a slow 
torture; I'm sure that if he had only wrapped his hand around my dick, it 
would have sent me over the top. But he kept up his tickling, falling silent 
now, staring intently at my throbbing rod. The feeling of being on fire was 
by now insane: I had never felt so hot: I was panting: and the clear fluid 
that was oozing from my cock-head would become exhausted, then enough would 
build up to flow again and a little would drip out, then it would be again 
exhausted. I had completely forgotten about the fondling I had been giving 
his dick.

Then, suddenly, without any warning, he moved his hand from his tickling and 
drew it lightly up my shaft; well, that did it! Before his hand even reached 
the head, I felt like I was passing out, and a thick, continuous stream of 
come shot out from the head of my extremely swollen dick, then another, and 
another, seemingly endlessly. I felt that I had never truly come before that 
day. I could feel his dick pulsing too and my hand became wet, as he came in 
sympathy with the ferocity of my orgasm. We both just lay back... I felt 
transformed, shattered, liberated, dizzy with the newness of my first sexual 
experience with another person. He was talking about how hot jacking off my 
dick made him, planning future sessions, maybe a sleepover at his house, so 
he could show his sister my "enormous rod"...

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