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Subject: {ASSM} Tim and John, Complete Series (b/b[early teen]mast)
Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 08:11:18 -0500
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I have "blanked out" the "questionable terms", not because I am afraid
of offending, but because I think it makes it more fun to try to "fill
in the blanks."
See if you can figure it out. 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys playing
around at a sleepover.
Have fun.

Part 1


John was over at my house for a sleepover. We are in the 7th grade
together, and we thought it would be fun to spend the night together
eating pizza, watching movies, playing games, and stuff.
We watched 2 good movies with lots of blood and guts and stuff
showing, and lots of killing. They were real cool.
We played some cards, 21 and 5 card poker with chips. It was kinda fun
for a while, but it got boring quick.
Then John wrestled we to the floor. His hand reached between my legs,
nearly touching my ______. I tried to get out, but he was a lot bigger
than me and he pinned me. He said, "Ha, I win!"
I called him a mother ______-er. He said, Watch your ______-in filfy
mouth, you son on a ______.
I said, "You almost got ahold of my ______, you a queer or something?"
"No, I was just wrestling, going up between the legs gives you
control. Just ask the coach."
"Yeah, I know. Are you ready to put on your pajamas?"
"Yeah, OK."
We unbuttoned our jean shorts and unzipped our flies. Then he said,
"Hey, turn your back, I don't want you to see me in my underwear, that
would be embarrassing."
So I turned my back and pulled off my jean shorts and stepped out of
them. Then John laughed and said, "Ha, ha, little tighty whitey
Fruit of the Looms."
"______ you, you weren't supposed to be looking, you was supposed to
be turned around and not looking. Mother ______-er!"
"Hey that wasn't the rule, ______-er! I said YOU had to turn around
sos you couldn't see me in my underwear! I didn't say anything about
ME!"
He still had not pulled off his jean shorts. He had his fly
unzipped, but with his shirttail in the way I couldn't see his
underwear.
John said, "Turn around, I am gonna take off my pants and put on my
pajama bottoms. Don't look."
I gave him all of about 25 seconds and quickly turned around. His
jean shorts was on the floor and he hadn't stepped out of them yet. 
He was wearing those loose boxer shorts.
"Sh___!" He dived behind the bed. "You mother ______-er! You saw my
underwear."
I saw more than that. Your ______ was hard and like a tent pole in
your underwear! Ha, ha, John has a hard ______! Did you seeing me
in my
little tight Fruit of the Looms turn you on?"
I ran over behind the bed. We was both only in our underwear. He took
off his shirt and stood up.
He said, "OK." Here's the deal. We play one hand of 5 card poker
with one draw. The loser has to pull off his underwear and show off
his
______."
I said, "You seen enough, you ______-er!"
"Balk, balk, balk, Chicken! You don't think you can win at a hand of
poker!"

"______ you, you mother ______-er! Deal!" I hated to be called
chicken.
I had to win, I was what my Dad called a late bloomer and I hadn't
grown any ______ hairs above my ______. I was still as bald there as I
was
when I was born, and I didn't want him making fun of my little boy
______ or my lack of _____ hairs.
I dealt. He looked at his cards and smiled, sitting there in his
boxers. He folded the fly part over so I couldn't see his hard ______
through the
opening.  It was still making like a tent pole. He said, I'll
take one."
I Had 2 jacks, a queen, a 3, and a 9. I kept the Jacks and drew 3
after I gave him his one card. He said, Beat this, ______-er!"
He showed me 3 4's and 2 Kings. "Full house!"
I drew a 2, a 10, and another Jack.
"Sh______! This would normally be a good hand! ______! 3 Jacks."
He started to "da da" the old timey stripper song. "Stand up and pull
down those tight little briefs! Show me your ______!"

"Wait a ______-ing minute, ______-er!"

"No waiting. Pull them off. Balk, balk..."

That was all it took, I stood up and said, "Shut up, ______-er!"

I put my thumbs under the band of my underwear and slowly pulled them
off.
My little ______ was not hard, just tiny and bald, with no ______
hairs
yet, after all.

He laughed and said, "Little Boy Tim! Little Boy Tim! You are not
REALLY 13, are you? Ha, ha! You ain't got nothing!"

"I got more than you, ______-er!", I said, knowing he would not show
himself to prove it.

He said, "Here, sh______ head! He stood up and pulled off his boxers. 

"Holy crap!", I said.

His ______ was 5"or more long and sticking straight out, and he had
______ hairs all over above it and on his ______s, which were hanging
way
down between his legs.

I could only answer, "OK.  I give up, I lose, you got a hell of a lot
more than I do. My little ______s were pulled up in a wad so small a
quarter could have hidden them.

He got serious. "OK, I looked like you a couple of years ago, I'll
admit, but I grew fast. You will too."

Then he asked, "Look, I got a hard _____. Maybe I can F_____ you."

"______ no! You ain't sticking that thing into my ______!" I
refused to even consider it.

"Well then maybe you can give me a ______ job." 

"What's that?"

"I stick my ______ in your mouth and you suck on it until I shoot out
______."

"Yeach! That's sick. I ain't no pervert."

"OK, then I'll just go ahead and ______ off and you can watch." 
I watched and he grabbed his ______ with his fist and rubbed it up and
down and up and down, over and over again, then it got a little bigger
and harder and a bunch of ______ shot out of his ______. I had never
seen anybody ______ off before, and I had never tried it. The ______
was
all over my bedspread. It looked like white snot.

"OOOOOhhh," he said.

"Eeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwww!", I said, "Gross."

"You ain't never ______ed off before?"

"Shit no! Look at my little boy ______, I can't do it!"

"Try it, it feels real good coming out. I do it all the time."

"Maybe some other time." I was scared I was gonna die or something. 

"OK, Tim. Let's get dressed and get some sleep.

So we put on our underwear and our pajamas and laid in the bed. John
went
on to sleep while I laid there and thought about the evening.

Then I noticed my little ______ started to get hard and tingle....

To be continued, in Part 2

I have "blanked out" the "questionable terms", not because I am afraid
of offending, but because I think it makes it more fun to try to "fill
in the blanks."
See if you can figure it out. 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys in
experimental sexual situations and a side story about an older teen
boy in a sexual situation with a preteen boy
Have fun.

Part 2

My ______ had been hard before, of course.  Every little boy gets a
hard ______ at times, but this time I had this excitement that went
with it.  I wanted to show it to somebody.  I wanted attention, I
guess.

I know that you people who are reading this story are trying to figure
out how a 13 year old boy in this day and age could be undeveloped and
so ignorant about sex stuff.  I knew about ______-ing.  I knew the
difference between a boy and a girl.  One time my Mom babysat a little
2 year old girl, and when she changed her diaper I asked what happened
to her ______.  She told me to ask my Dad when he got home.  I did. 
He turned all red and got kind of mad.  He just told me that girls and
boys are different, that girls don't have, as he said, "a thing like
boys have, they have a slit. That's the way they are made."  That's
when I learned the difference.
Then a friend told me one time after that that when a boy sticks his
______ into the girl's ______, then they are ______-ing.  OK, I
thought, why would anybody want to do that?  It sounded gross, but I
was only 9 or 10 at the time.  I learned a lot that year.

I was always embarrassed about being naked in front of other people. 
My mom stopped bathing me at 4.  On my 5th birthday she said, you are
now 5 and old enough to take your own bath.  You shouldn't let other
people see you naked, not even your mom.  When she was taking me to my
Kindergarten physical, she said, "The doctor is going to have to take
down your pants and check you down below.  It is OK."  She said that
she would look the other way when he did that, so I wouldn't be
embarrassed.  I was real embarrassed, though, because the doctor
checked out my ______ and felt my ______s.  I told her in the car that
I was embarrassed, and she said, "I know, honey.  I didn't look, but
the doctor had to check you to make sure you don't have a `herneea'",
(whatever that is).  I didn't ask, because I didn't want to know.

I was always shy about being naked, and tried to be careful nobody saw
me.  As far as I know only the doctor had seen me since I was 5.  We
don't dress out or shower in P.E. (thank goodness!)  Now John had seen
me.  Also, there was Frank.

I  don't understand it all.  Frank was an older neighborhood boy in
the 9th grade.  I was in the 4th.  I remember because it was my last
year in grade school (our middle school starts in the 5th.)  So I was
9.  Frank must have been 15.  My mom had to go to a meeting one
afternoon and couldn't find anybody to stay with me, so she called
Frank's mom and asked if Frank could stay with me for a few hours.  It
was a Saturday afternoon in the spring.  He came over.

Mom left and he watched her from the window as she backed out of the
driveway and drove out of sight.  He said, "Are you a boy or a girl?"

"What are you talking about?"

 He said," I need to be sure you are a boy, and not a girl.  I can't
tell."

"Don't I look like a boy?"

"Yeah, but you could be a girl with a short haircut and dressed  in
boy's clothes."

"I ain't a girl!"

"I need to see proof,  because I will be pissed if I find out that you
are a girl.  I don't like to be tricked."

I got kinda scared.  He was a big kid, and I was just a little boy.  I
said, "I have a ______, and girls don't."

"OK. I know what to do.  You show me your ______, then I'll know, and
I won't get pissed."

I didn't want to show it to him, but I didn't want him to be pissed. 
He was being kinda scary.  I said,  "OK.  I'll pull down my pants, but
not here in the front room.  Somebody might be looking in the
windows."

"Let's go in the bathroom, then.  I need to be sure you ain't a girl."

I was hesitant, but I was scared.  We went into the bathroom and, at
my insistence, he shut and locked the door.  He told me to stand in
the bathtub and closed the shower curtain.  He told me to take off all
my clothes and hand them out to him.  I did.  I was standing there in
the bathtub all naked with the shower curtain closed and he said, "OK.
Now I'll look in and check you out."  He pulled a little opening in
the side of the curtain.  All I could see was his face.  It looked
like he was on his knees.  He told me to stay put but slowly turn
around in circles.  He said, "Yeah, you are a boy!  Yeah, yeah."  He
was acting weird.

I said, "What are you doing?"

"You just stay put right where you are and pull on your ______ for me.
 Don't even think of coming out of there or else I will hide your
clothes."  He had me there, because he had my clothes.  I don't know
what he was doing on the other side of that curtain, but all I could
see was his face. I pulled on my ______ some.   Then he said, "That
MIGHT be a fake ______.  I need to check it to make sure it is real. 
Put your hands over your head and walk closer to me so I can check it.
 He was breathing funny.  He reached his hand through the side of the
curtain and felt it.  He ran his fingers all over the tiny thing and
felt my little  ______ sack.  Gosh, I was so uncomfortable!  He just
said, "Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeahyeahyeahyeah!"

I said, "What are you doing out there?"

He said, "Shut up!  Here are your clothes, get dressed, but don't come
out until I tell you to."  He shoved my clothes into the bathtub.  I
got dressed.  I heard him  taking some toilet paper from the roll,
wiping something from the floor, and then the toilet flushing.  He
told me to stay put until he left the bathroom and hollered in.  He
left the room and said, "OK you can come out now!"

I came out and he grabbed me by my shirt and said, "OK.  Now I know
you are a boy.  If you tell ANYBODY about what happened in that
bathroom or ANYTHING about it..., well, I know where to find you and you
will regret it!"

I said, "I won't tell."  And I didn't.  It was awful embarrassing,
anyway.  I would be too embarrassed to tell.

I hated standing there so embarrassed.  But I kinda liked the
attention...

OK back to John laying next to me sleeping.  My ______ was getting
hard.  To be continued, in Part 3.
 
I have "blanked out" the "questionable terms", not because I am afraid
of offending, but because I think it makes it more fun to try to "fill
in the blanks."
See if you can figure it out. 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys in
experimental sexual situations.
Have fun.

Part 3

OK, sorry about the sidetracking.  I just wanted you to get to know
me, and how, at age 13, I was so ignorant of sexual things.  It is
obvious now, that, after looking back, that Frank was abusing me, and
that he was ______ing off on the other side of that shower curtain.  I
know now that what he did could have gotten him into big sh______ with
the law, child molestation, and stuff like that.  I look back now and
still kinda hate what he did but part of me kinda liked it.  At least
someone was showing me some attention.  I was not introduced to sex
things much.  I was sheltered a lot by my parents, and so I didn't get
much sex education.  They opted me out of the sex education classes. 
I don't know why they were always so embarrassed and ashamed of sex. 
Oh, yeah.  Frank never was asked to watch me anymore after that.

Back to the sleepover from part 1.

I laid there next to my friend John, who had just ______ed off for me
to see, and shot his wad of ______ all over the place from his hard
______.  He put on his PJ's and went right off to sleep.

I just laid there in amazement. What just happened?

I was in my PJ's, too, and my little white Fruit of the Looms.  But my
______ was stirring around.  I felt it getting hard and bigger, and it
was like it was talking to me.  "Reach under the elastic waistband and
touch me!", it seemed to say.  My heart started to pound.  I had to do
it.  I was driven.

I reached into my tight white briefs, lifting the band with my left
thumb.  With my right forefinger and thumb, I gently closed in onto my
little hard ______, just under the head.  (Yes, I am circumcised.) A
sensation went through my body!  It felt SO good.  Tingle, tingle!  My
heart started pounding more and more!  I had to do more!  I was
careful not to wake my friend next to me, because I thought he might
have embarrassed me.  So I was quiet and still.  My hard little ______
was probably only about 2" long and real skinny, but it seemed
gigantic to me!  It talked again, "Rub me!"

I took my thumb and finger, gently pinching and started to move them
up and down on my little shaft.  More electricity moved down my spine
all the way to my ______hole!  I couldn't stop!  I kept doing it, up
and down and up and down and up and down, stroke after stroke after
stroke!

I quietly and carefully pulled my PJ's and my underwear down to my
thighs. Then my ______ got harder than I had ever known it to be.  I
was breathing really hard.  My heart felt like it was going to fly out
of my chest!

I know some of you would have wanted John to wake up and join me for
some decadence together.  Sorry to disappoint, but he slept like a
winter bear the whole time.  I did not want him waking up and
discovering me.

I stroked faster and faster, breathing faster and faster, my heart
pounding faster and faster!  I could not have stopped even if I had
wanted to.  My ______s were scrunched up tight under my ______.

THEN, I got this feeling down inside me.  It felt kinda like you feel
when you feel a sneeze coming on, but it was in my "privates" area and
not my nose.  I slowed down the stroking, and I felt what I know now
was my first org____.  The feeling was like a hard pounding.  My
______felt like it was opening and closing and opening and closing,
jerking, and I could feel my ______hole doing the same. WOW, what a
feeling!  I ______ed myself off for the first time.  I thought, "Why
don't I have any ______?  No ______ came out."  There must have been
something wrong with me, at least I thought so back then.   Now I know
that, even though I was 13, I had just had a birthday a couple of
weeks before, so I was more like a late 12.  It was a dry org___ that
I had.

The next morning, while eating the Apple Jacks and toast Mom had fixed
us, he whispered, "Don't tell anybody what we did last night.  They'll
think we're fags or something."  Mom had left the room for a minute. 
I nodded.  I didn't want anybody to know, either.

I ______ed myself off every night after that, like a ritual before
going to sleep.  Still no ______ came out, but the org___s felt good.

About a couple of months or so went by. I was taking my bath, like
always.  I washed my ______hole and my still little ______.  I saw a
little black thread sticking out above my ______.  What was this?  I
washed it again with the soap.  It was still there.  I pinched it.  A
______ hair!  I got my first ______ hair!

It was Thursday night.  I dried off and put on some clean underwear
and my PJs.  I was drying my hair when Mom hollered, "Timmy!  Phone!"

"Hey, Timbo, this is John.  My folks is gonna be at a party Friday
night and wanna know if I can stay over, sos they don't worry about me
and I won't see `em when they come home drunk in the middle of the
night."

"Hang on.  MOM! Can John sleepover on Friday night?  His folks are
going to a party!"

"Sure, honey, He is a very nice boy.  Tell him he is welcome anytime."

"It's OK, John.  See you Friday?"

"I'll come over right after school."

"See you then."

In bed that night my little ______ was tingling again.  I was thinking
about what kind of things could happen the next night...

To be continued in Part 4

I have "blanked out" the "questionable terms", not because I am afraid
of offending, but because I think it makes it more fun to try to "fill
in the blanks."
See if you can figure it out. 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys in
experimental sexual situations.
Have fun.

Part 4

It was a usual Friday at school.  Mr. Julian gave us a quiz in science
for the stuff from the week, we had tacos for lunch, etc.  I didn't
see John all day.  It was a big middle school and unless we had
classes together (which we didn't that year), it was just a
coincidence when we saw each other.  We became good friends in the 5th
grade, our first year together at the school.  His family moved in the
summer before that.

He lived about a mile away from my house.  The other sleepover was
arranged during testing, when the schedules were different, and we saw
each other at lunch every day for three days.  He said that we should
get together sometime since we don't hardly see each other much.  Then
I suggested he stay overnight, and his mom called mine and arranged
it.

I wasn't concentrating much on school, though, that Friday.  All day
all I could think about was getting a chance to show off my ______ to
John.  The day drag on.  Finally the final bell rang.  I went to my
locker and John was standing there.

"I got a note that I can ride home on your bus."

"Cool, I got the new WWF game."

"Righteous!"

We rode home.  "Mom!  John came home on the bus with me!"

"That's nice, dear.  Hi, John.  Timmy, there are some cookies on a
plate and I made you boys a nice pitcher of cherry kool-aid.  Just
help yourselves!"

"Thanks, Mom!"

We ate our snack and went back to my room and played the game for a
long time, until supper.  Dad was gone on a weekend business trip, so
Mom ordered us pizza. We ate our share and went right back to the
game.  We played until our eyes got tired of staring at the screen. 
Not a word was spoken about our _______s or about sex or anything,
just the usual kid stuff.  "F_____ you, you son of a ______," stuff
like that.  We would laugh, make noises, and punch each other as we
played the video game.

He said, "Let's play poker for chips."  

I got down the box of chips and the cards.  We played for a while.  He
got ahead, and I regained the lead, and after a while we each were
back to where we started, with the same number of chips.  He bet all
of them on the next hand.

"Have you lost your ______in' mind?"

"I want to be a high roller!  Are you gonna see the bet?"

I had a queen high.  I was getting tired of it all anyway, so I
matched his wager.  He had a King high.

"Sh______, you bet it all on nothing?"

"I won!  What difference does it make.  I am the king of poker!  Ha,
ha!"

"Are you boys going to be OK?  I am going to go to bed, now.  Do you
need anything?"

"We're OK, Mom!" I hollered through the door. ""Good night!"

"Good night!"

I asked John what he wanted to do next.  All night long neither of us
had alluded to what happened at our last sleepover, until now.

"You still wearing tighty-whiteys?", John asked with a coy look on his
face?

"I don't like boxers, my manhood flops around too much."

"Sh______!  Manhood!  Come on.  I saw your  manhood last time.  There
wasn't enough there to flop anywhere."

"That was months ago, sh__head!  I am a real man, now!"

"Show me!"

"You a faggot or something?  Want to see my ______?"

"No.  F______ you, I just want to see you walk the walk, `Mr. Man'... 
We can prove it with a game of strip poker.  Every time you lose a
hand you gotta take something off and throw it behind you."

"Strip poker?"  


"Yeah, and if you lose, then you will have to prove you are a man.  If
I lose, I'll take your word for it."

My groin began to tingle at the thought.  "Deal!"

"Let's start even.  We each have two socks, one shirt, pants, and
underwear.  No rings, belts, watches, or anything else counts." 
Obviously he had played this before.

The first hand I won with a pair of 3's.  He took off his right sock
and threw it behind him.  Then I lost a couple and was barefoot.  Then
he lost and we were tied.

The next two hands we split and were then shirtless. Now it was
getting interesting and I was getting a ______ on.

He dealt me a mixed bag of junk, so I kept a king and drew 4.  He took
3, so he had a pair of something.  I got another king.  "A pair of
kings!"

"Three 2's!  Tim gots to take off his pants!"

I unsnapped and unzipped and let the loose jeans drop to the floor. 
My hard ______ poked straight out in my Fruit of the Looms.  It was
obvious, but he didn't say anything about it.

The next hand I dealt, and got a pair of 4's.  I drew 3 and he drew 4.
 I figured I had this one, and I was kind of glad, because I was
excited, but kind of embarrassed, too.  I would feel more comfortable
if he was sitting there without his pants, too.

I drew nothing.  He said, "3 6's," and laid them down.  We were
sitting on the floor.  I said, "SH__!  You lucky bas_____d!"  I laid
down my pair of 4's.

"Ha ha! I just kept a Jack!  You dealt all three 4's in the draw! 
This is my night!  I rule in poker and in WWF!  And..., you know what
the loser of THIS game has to do!"

I said, "OK!"  I stood up and slowly pulled down my briefs.  My ______
was hard as a brick and stuck straight out.  I was kind of
embarrassed, but kind of glad that I could show off, and I soaked up
the attention.  I tried not to act happy, though, because I still
lost, after all.

"F______ you.  There!  I lose!"  I just stood there. 

"You look like you grew some since the last time I was here.  Of
course you didn't have a hard__ then.  Boy, it sure is straight.  Just
stand there."

"Why can't I get dressed now, I lost,.  Isn't it over?"  I said it,
not because I wanted to get dressed, but because I didn't want to
sound overly anxious.  I was loving this attention and the feeling of
freedom, and the naughtiness of it all.

He said, "You lost, sos you gotta show it off some.  That's the way
the game is played.  If you are the first one naked you gotta put on a
show for the others."

"You musta played this before."

"Yeah, at a camp I went to last summer.  You gotta do requests for the
others who beat you.  The first one naked is the loser!"

"Requests?"

"Yeah, like I am the master"

I didn't question his knowledge of the rules.  After all, Hoyle
probably didn't have anything in his book about this game.  I just
asked "For how long?"

"What do you mean?"

"For how long do I have do what you say?"

"Until I say.  I'm the master."

"______ you, you sh___head.  I ain't gonna  let you tell me what to do
all night.  You just said the loser had to show off his ______. 
That's all."

"OK, fair enough.  Sit back down.  We will keep on playing.  I still
have 2 things on. If you lose, you gotta do a dare."

"OK, but we ain't gonna open the door or go out of this room, and we
can't wake up Mom."

"Cool.  My deal."  He shuffled the deck.  I had a real ______ on,
sticking straight out in front like an arrow, sitting there naked as a
jaybird.  I could see the band to his boxers over the waist of his
jeans.  We looked at our hands.  He threw down 3, he must have had a
pair of something.  I had a pair of 7's and kept an ace, too.  He gave
me 2 cards and I got another ace, for 2 pair.  I laid them down.

"Two pair, 7's and aces."

"Ha, ha! 3 jacks!  I win again."

He told me to get my ruler out of my book bag.  "Measure your ______. 
That's your dare."

I fumbled through my book bag and got out my ruler, one of those clear
plastic blue 6 inch ones.  He told to turn sideways and measure it.  I
stuck the ruler next to it and said, "3 and   inches."

"I can't tell if you grown any since the other time we overnight-ed
together.  It wasn't hard then.  It was tiny, about an inch," John
said.  "Get it little, and measure it again."

"That's another dare."

"OK, then deal another hand."

I got a great hand, 2 10's and 2 kings.  I drew one.  He drew 4.  I
won with 2 pair to his queen high.  "Off with your jeans."

He stood up, undid his button, unzipped his jeans and let them fall to
the floor.  He stepped out of them, and sat back down.  He was wearing
dark blue plaid boxers that were big on him.  His ______ was like the
last time, a tent pole.  I told him I was glad I wasn't the only one
with a h____ on.

"Shut up and give me the cards.  If you lose you gotta get it little. 
If I lose, I have to strip."

Long story short, I lost.  "I can't just tell it to get little."

"That's the dare.  You gotta get your ______ little, one way or the
other."

I knew what he was thinking. I said,  "The only way it can get little
is for me to ______ off."

"Since when have you been ______ing off?"

"Since you showed me how last time.  I did it after you went to sleep
that night.  It was my first time, and I done it a lot since. I'll go
in the bathroom and ______ off, and it will get little and you can see
it then."

I had a door to the main bathroom from my room.  Mom and Dad had a
little bathroom off of their room that they used, so this was kind of
my bathroom.  There were three doors to it, one to the hall, one the
guest bedroom on the other side, and the one to my room.  I started to
go in there and he told me to wait.  He said we could deal another
hand and if I lost I would have stay there  and ______ off so he could
watch.  Of course he still had his underwear. If he lost, he would
have to be naked, too.  I said, let's just draw a card, high card
wins.

"OK."

He drew a 4 and I drew a 2.  Strange, though, I was hoping I would
lose.  It made me so excited that he would be watching me ______ off. 
I felt my ______ jump a little.  It seemed to get even harder. It was
a hard little straight shaft with a streamlined head and a tight
little sack underneath, all scrunched up.

"You lose!"

"I will sit on the bed and do it."

"I'll sit next to you and watch."

I sat down and started to stroke with my thumb and forefinger, up and
down.  I have been excited for a long time now.  I hadn't ______ed off
for 3 days, and I usually did it every night.  I was ready to have a
huge or___sm.  I kept stroking faster and faster, soaking up the
attention  I stopped for a minute and threw my legs up on the bed, and
scootched up so I was sitting up at the head, leaning on my pillows. 
I resumed my work on my ______.  This was great.  John stood up, his
_______ still sticking out in his boxers.  He pulled  them off.!  I
guess he wanted to join in on the fun.  I kept ______ing off.  He got
up on the bed and got on his knees in front of me and started in on
his.  He looked the same as he did before, about 5" and a bunch of
hair, straight and cut, with his _____s hanging down between his legs.
 My legs were spread out, making a V and he was on his knees about as
close as between my feet.  Man, this was thrilling.  I kept getting
more excited.  It was time.

All of a sudden I had to pee!  This had never happened before.  I
said, "I gotta pee."  I went into the bathroom, but couldn't pee.  It
was as hard as I can ever remember it being.

"Weird," I said. "I thought I had to pee and I got into the bathroom
and didn't have too"

He didn't say anything.  He just shrugged his shoulders.  He had moved
and leaned against the pillows on one side of the bed, so I got next
to him on the other side.  I started in again. It wasn't long before I
felt the pee feeling again.  I didn't say anything but kept stroking. 
It was time!  My ______ jumped and, to my surprise, ______ came
squirting out!  I had ______!  That must have explained the pee
feeling.  I kept stroking and some more shot out.  I had about 5 or 6
little tracks of ______ on my white bedspread.  My heart was pounding,
and I was almost out of breath.  I sat there with a grin on my face
and collapsed onto my pillows.  He said, "Now!" and shot wads of
______ on his side of the bedspread.   He did the same as me, and
collapsed onto his pillows.

I said, "That's the first time I ever shot ______."

"Cool."

I got a damp washcloth from the bathroom and wiped up our messes. 

"It has grown some," he said.  I looked down and saw that It had gone
down, and remembered the original dare.

I pushed it down and pointed to my newly arrived hairs.

"Cool," he said, you are becoming a man.

We put on our underwear and our PJs.  The clock said 3:30 AM.  We got
under the covers and went to sleep.

I woke up later and looked at the clock. It was 5:00 AM, and John's
hand was on my crotch, holding my ______...

Wait for part 5.
I have "blanked out" the "questionable terms", not because I am afraid
of offending, but because I think it makes it more fun to try to "fill
in the blanks."
See if you can figure it out. 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys in
experimental sexual situations.
Have fun.

Part 5

He was not moving.  Maybe his hand just landed on my crotch.  Well,
maybe not.  His fingers started fondling my ______ and my ______s. 
The funny thing is that he only moved his fingers on his hand, and
nothing else.  I guess he wanted me to think he was asleep, or playing
with me in his sleep without realizing it, kind of like sleepwalking. 
Whatever, I was surprised.  I rolled to my side facing away from him.
His hand fell to the mattress behind me.  I laid there and watched the
digital clock numbers pass on, 5:05, 5:06, 5:15, 5:20.  I couldn't go
to sleep.

When his hand woke me up 20 minutes earlier, I was startled and felt
kind of funny.  We had seen each other naked, and ______ed off
together, but we had not touched each other.   I was startled to wake
up with his hand on my crotch, and then to have his fingers stroking
me through my PJ's and underwear.  All I could think to do was to roll
over to get him to stop.  But then, 20 minutes later, I was wishing
that I had let him continue.  There was something about the attention
and the affirmation that I enjoyed, and I wanted more.  If he wanted
to play with my ______, then that meant that I had a ______ that was
worthy of his reaching over and stroking.

I rolled back to my original 5:00 position, HOPING that maybe his hand
would fall back on my ______ and that he would go back to fondling it.
 It was now hard, as I was thinking about how much I was enjoying it. 
I turned my head to look at the clock.  5:21, 5:22, 5:23, 5:24 (this
seemed like forever!).  5:25 his hand flopped behind his head.  5:26,
5:27, 5:28...   I was laying there hoping that he would return to what
he was doing before, and wishing that I had not rolled over.  Then at
5:29 his hand flopped from behind his head and landed right back on my
crotch.  Immediately, his fingers began stroking again.  This time it
was hard.  His thumb and finger gently closed on the shaft of my
______, just under the head, and he began stroking up and down through
my underwear and pajamas.  Woah, it felt soooo good.  I was loving it.

I did not want him to know that I knew that he was not asleep.  Yes,
that is a confusing sentence.  He was acting like he was doing this in
his sleep.  Obviously, he did not want me to know he was really awake.
 So I just laid there.  My right hand was laying to my right side, in
between him and me.  His arm was reaching over it.  I slowly reached
my left hand, stealthily, to my waist. I gently and carefully hooked
my thumb under the elastic band of my underwear on the left side of my
waist.  I wanted him to stroke it without the clothes in the way.

I  slowly pulled the underwear and the pajamas down to below my
crotch.  He had let his hand rest, and the cotton slipped under his
fingers.  Now his hand was resting on my naked _____.  He began
stroking it again with his thumb and forefinger.  Man, this was weird,
but it felt so good.  I was enjoying this so much.  Nobody had ever
touched my hard _____ before, nobody.

It was obvious that he wanted to touch me, but he was afraid to ask. 
Maybe he thought I would accuse him of being a faggot or a pervert if
he suggested it.  The earlier times he used the challenge of the card
game and the "getting naked" as a penalty for losing, therefore not
directly alluding to any sexual desires.  However,  touching each
other was not brought up either time.  Fake sleeping was the way he
could "safely" lead up to this point. Pervert or faggot, I didn't
care.  I just wanted him to continue caressing me.

Then he made the next move.  He stopped stroking me and his left hand
"slipped" off my mid section and "landed" on my right hand.  He then
pulled my hand onto his crotch!  All the while he continued to act
like he was asleep!  Of course, to keep from embarrassing him, I was
"sleep-acting", too.

His ______ was very hard and pointing up towards his belly button.  My
hand laid flat and limp right on top of it.  If he can sleep and
fondle, then so can I.  So I began to move my fingers in a spider-like
motion over the head of his ______ and down to his ______s.  All of
this through his pajamas and boxers.

His right hand, the one farthest from me, slowly moved like my left
hand did, hooking his  waistbands.  I rested my hand like he did to
me, and the clothes slipped down and I was touching his naked ______. 
It was so warm and hard, but the skin was so soft.  The head was so
defined.  His ______ was bigger than mine, of course.  While mine
pointed straight in front of me, like at a 90 degree angle, his
pointed up kind of, like at more of a 45 degree angle.

 I began the spider-like motion again, and I felt his ______ hairs. 
Feeling him excited me more.  His left hand "accidently" fell back on
me again, and we were stroking each other at the same time!  The
electricity was  almost more than I could handle.  I had ______ed off
many times before, but NEVER twice in one night.  I didn't know it was
possible.  I was quickly learning just how possible it was.  I was SO
excited that I knew it wouldn't be long before I would ______.  He
kept on working me up and down with his thumb and forefinger.  I
started moving my hips up and down slightly.  This was the ultimate! 
He responded with the same hip movements.  The intensity was building
to its ultimate creschendo.  It was time! My hips jerked upward and he
continued to stroke me.  My whole lower body was enslaved to this
moment.  My bottom slammed to the mattress and all of the energy of
the moment seemed to rush to my midsection.  I tried to keep from
groaning or sighing so I closed my lips hard. It was climax time! My
insides POUNDED and POUNDED and POUNDED!  My midsection flailed all
around, and he kept on stroking until the last ping and jerk.  I was
breathing like I had been running laps, and my heart was pounding out
of my chest!

I am not sure exactly how the timing worked, but all the while I kept
working him.  When his bottom slammed down I could feel his ______
expand and contract in my hand, and I could feel the tube on the
underside of his shaft do the same.  Some of his ______ got on my
hand, and I kept working him until he was done and I stopped and let
my hand rest.  He stopped on me and his hand "slipped off"  to the
mattress beside me.  WE WERE STILL BOTH ACTING LIKE WE HAVE BEEN
SLEEPING THE WHOLE TIME THIS WAS HAPPENING!

I took my left hand to my crotch area.  I had some little puddles of
______ on me, mainly around my belly button and around the bottom of
my pajama top.  I quietly took the shirttail part of my pajamas and
wiped them up.   My right hand was still resting on his now shrinking
______.  He didn't do anything that would "wake me up", I guess.  I
didn't want to "wake him up", either.  I quietly and slowly raised my
hips and took my left hand and pulled my bottoms and briefs back up. 
All the while my left hand was still on his crotch, covering his
______ hairs and his now regular sized ______.  I let my hand slip off
like he did his. There was a little of his ______ on it, so I wiped it
on the same PJ shirttail.  I don't know how much he got on his hand,
but I did hear him messing with his pajamas, probably cleaning up. I
laid there like I was asleep.  I then heard some rustling as he pulled
his pajamas back up.

We both laid there like we had been sleeping the whole time.  Soon, we
were no longer acting.  We both went on to sleep.

 Look for part 6

_____________________________________________________________________

Please email me with comments.

mailto:billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com


I have "blanked out" the "questionable terms", not because I am afraid
of offending, but because I think it makes it more fun to try to "fill
in the blanks."
See if you can figure it out. 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys in
experimental sexual situations.
Have fun.

Part  6

When I woke it was 10:30.  I rolled over and John woke up.  

"Mornin', dude. I slept like a bear."

"Me too."  Neither of us made any mention of our predawn experience. 
I expected to see lots of ______ that we had shot out in each of our
two org__sms, but, funny, there were just some crusty areas and no wet
areas that I could find.

I took a shower while John played a one-player WWF video game match. 
I took clean underwear and clothes in the bathroom with me.  I came
out clean and dressed, and John said, "I'll take one now."

I turned on the TV and watched some of the Saturday programs, while he
took his shower.  He came out with a towel around his waist.  His
backpack was beside the TV, against the wall on the floor.  He reached
into it and got out a clean pair of jeans, some red plaid boxers, and
a Texas Tech sweatshirt.  He dropped the towel from around his waist. 
He said, "Can I borrow your comb?"

I tried not to stare.  

"Sure, its on the dresser over there."  I pointed behind me.

He walked over and got the comb and came back in my view and combed
his hair.  He was still naked.  He was not hard.  His ______ was
small, a little bigger than mine, but not by much.  He had a
magnificent triangle of brown ______ hairs above it.  He put on his
boxers and his pants, and the sweatshirt.  Then he sat down on the
floor next to me.

"My Dad ain't pickin' me up `till 5:30.  You got anything to eat?"

"Yeah, come on."

"You boys must have stayed up late.  I let you sleep.  I hope you had
a nice time together."  (She had no idea how nice it was!)  "I heard
the water running in the shower and mixed up some pancakes and
sausage.  Sit down."

We were starved and had a huge breakfast feast.  It was mid November,
and it was a bright, sunshiny day, real nice, not cold and not hot.

We went outside and fooled around on skateboards.  I had two of them,
my old one and my new one I had gotten for my 13th birthday.  We built
a ramp out of some wood in the garage and tried to do some stunts.  We
were no Tony Hawkes, but it felt good trying.

We did it for until it became boring.  We then walked to the
convenience store just up the street to get some candy and something
to drink.  After standing out front eating and drinking and trying to
look cool, we walked home.  We picked up the boards we used to make
the ramp, and took them into the garage.  John said, "Where does that
go?"

He pointed to a ladder built in the wall and a trap door in the
ceiling above it.

"That's the attic to the garage."

"Cool!  Let's go up there."

"OK."  I had been up there only a couple of times, but have never
explored it much.  I climbed up and pushed the trap door open and
hoisted my seat up on the floor of the attic.  Then I pulled John's
arm and helped him get up there with me.

There were lots of boxes of junk, old clothes, pictures, old stuff.  I
felt like I was in another world. We rummaged around, looking at the
stuff.  He walked over to the back wall.

"Where does this door go?"

"It opens to the outside, for light and air, I guess."  He opened it. 
All we could see was an open field that was behind my house.  The
garage was set back so we were secluded from being seen by the
neighbors.

"I gotta piss.  He unzipped his fly and pulled out his ______.  It was
semi hard.  He pissed out that window/door, and laughed as he watched
the urine stream disperse and hit the ground.  "Come on, Timbo, you
piss now.  It's fun!"

I unzipped my fly and pushed down the waistband of my briefs.  My
______ was getting pretty hard from the excitement of being secluded
with John and having him watch me piss in such a bizarre way.  We
laughed as the urine flew.  "Wouldn't it be funny if some Dork walked
by and got pissed on right now?"  We laughed and laughed.  I returned
my ______ to its home in my briefs and zipped up my fly.  Then John
wrestled me to the floor.  I grabbed him and tried to gain supremacy. 
He was un top of me, with his left hand under my knee and his right
hand around the back of my neck.  I rolled over so I was on top.  My
hand went under his crotch as I tried to reach between his legs and
under his shoulder to pin him.  I felt that he had gotten hard.  He
rolled me over and he was on top now.  Then he put his hand on my
crotch, right over my ______, which was now VERY hard.
He pinned my shoulders to the floor and said , "One, two, three, pin!"
 I just laid there.  He still had his left hand holding down my
shoulders, and his right hand was still over my crotch.  He started
making that spider-like motion with his fingers, fondling my ______.

I responded by taking my right hand and fondling his the same way. He
let go of my shoulder and sat on the floor next to where I was laying.
 We continued to play with each other's ______s.  The electric feeling
was flowing in my midsection again.  Neither of us said a word.  He
let go of me and stood up, kicked off his shoes, and took off his
jeans, boxers, and shirt.  He sat back down next to me where I was
laying.  His ______was pointing to the ceiling and jumping slightly
with each heartbeat.  He looked at me.  I sat up and pulled off my
shirt and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.  I raised up my rear end
and slid them off with the briefs at the same time.  I pulled off my
shoes and yanked the pants off, turning them inside out.  The briefs
were still in the pants.  We were both stark naked, except for our
socks.

Not a word was spoken.  We stood and faced each other and
automatically our hands went for each other's hard ______s.  We
started stroking, fondling, and playing with each other.  I did not
think I could get any harder, but this was so exciting that I did.  He
did, too.  It was all so spontaneous and exciting, and to this day I
could probably not repeat its intensity.

In unison we fell to the floor together.  We lay facing each other on
our sides and quickly reached for each other's ______s and resumed the
play.

After a while of slow fondling he  got up on his knees and I did the
same, still working on each other.  Our arms were going crazy as we
stroked each other in unison.

It wasn't long before I reached to point of no return.  He was
stroking me and I shot.  Little puddles of _____ landed on the floor. 
Not long after that he shot and some of his ______landed on the
puddles I had shot out, and joined together to make some larger
puddles.  We both collapsed to the floor in exhaustion. We lay there
for a few minutes, glowing from the ecstasy.
 
Without saying a word we got dressed and put on our shoes.  We left
the ______ on the floor where it had landed , closed the window/door,
and climbed down out of the attic.

We went inside and found out that it was almost time for John's dad to
come and pick him up.  By the time he got his stuff together the
doorbell rang.

"That's him.  Bye, Tim."

His dad thanked my mom.  "Thanks for everything!" he said as got into
the car.

That was the last time I ever saw John.  

After Christmas break one of my friends at school told me that John's
mom left his dad and she took him and moved to another state.  I was
stunned and saddened.  I rode the bus home from school that afternoon,
and even though the sun was shining, it was a gloomy day for me.

When the bus turned on to my street I saw a big truck across from my
house.  It was a moving van.  An old couple had lived in a big house
across the street since before we moved to the neighborhood. They put
the house up for sale, though, and moved to a retirement village in
Florida.  It sat empty since summer, but I did notice a "sold" sign a
couple of days after Christmas.

I got off the bus. It pulled away and drove off. As I was walking up
my driveway, I noticed a car pulling up and parking on the street
behind the moving van.  A man got out, and then a woman got out of the
passenger side.  Then a boy got out of the back seat . He looked my
age...
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This concludes the Tim and John series.  Look for more stories from
the life and adventures of Tim, coming soon!

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