JZL11_11B: Boy Talk - Talking With Jimmy And My Brother About Sex


       JZL11_11: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!" 
                                
                                
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Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by Jeff
Zephyr
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JZL11_11: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"

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JZL11_11B: Boy Talk - Talking With Jimmy And My Brother About Sex

(mb inc oral)

by Jeff Zephyr

"You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"




I didn't intend to relax quite so long, but I needed to rest. I was
feeling sore from all my activities yesterday, and tired.

When I got up, I did take the time to call Sherry's house. But she
couldn't play with me today.

Mom noticed, and said, "You were out all day yesterday with your
friends. I think you can stick around home today."

Well, that was no fun. Eventually she relented, but with restrictions.

"Stay on our block, OK?"

"Can I see Jimmy?"

Technically, he was on our street, but on the other side so it wasn't
exactly on our block. I really wanted a chance to see Annie. I
couldn't exactly stop by her house without seeming out of character.
Suspicious. It wasn't like with Sherry and Maureen, where I'd done
that sort of thing often before. Instead, Annie and I got together on
the street or in the park to play, or just walked home. I'd stopped at
her house doing that, and met her parents, but it wasn't the same
thing as stopping and asking "Can Annie come out and play?"

That was before all this sex stuff, of course. Now, we were stopping
every day after school to "play", but that didn't mean I felt secure
going by her house. The absolute last thing I wanted was to give our
parents the idea that she was my girlfriend, or vice versa. We were
just friends. I planned to marry her someday, but there was no need
for our parents, or anyone else outside my closest circle, to know
about that.

Resting and dreaming helped clear that up for me. I had doubts and
worries, but deciding that for sure, no matter what, I was going to
marry Annie made them irrelevant. We had years to go together to work
that stuff out.

Jimmy was in my closest circle of friends. My brother Jack was the
only other one that I needed to tell this too. I might have left him
out in the dark, but I'd told our sister Cher about it all and it was
way too much to ask that she not tell him. I'd asked, of course, but
it wasn't a reasonable request. Besides, I wanted to talk to him about
it all. I'd told him what I wanted, for sure. Now it was time to find
out how he felt about me really doing it.

But he was still away with Dad. Jimmy, on the other hand, was probably
home.

We played often on the weekends. I'd been neglecting him on the
weekdays, after school, since I'd been going out with Annie to the
woods, so it would be nice to spend time with him this Sunday
afternoon. And maybe, just maybe, I could find a chance to get naked
with him and talk. Or more than that?

I wasn't sure how to bring the subject up. So when I got to his house,
I let him lead for things to do.

His mom didn't want us to play inside on such a nice day so we went
outside and played with toy cars - mostly the Matchbox ones, pretty
models but not so good for rolling, and some of the newer Hot Wheels
sort, which weren't so detailed and didn't have so much variety, but
they could really roll down the sidewalk.

We chatted about all sorts of ordinary things. There was no chance to
get naked outside by his apartment building or in the street. Nor did
I dare bring up anything at all like that out in the open. We couldn't
sneak off either, not without me explaining why.

I had fun playing with him, even so. We ended up talking mostly about
school, science fiction - especially Star Trek - and finally, after
what seemed like forever waiting for him to bring it up, girls.
Specifically, his girlfriend Eileen. That day last summer playing
strip poker was unforgettable, for him. She had done nothing
comparable since.

"I really like Eileen, you know that Jeff?" Jimmy said. "But I keep
wishing we'd do more than just kiss a little bit."

"Maybe it is just because you can't get together anywhere private
enough?"

"No... Well, maybe. If we were together for a long while, that might
work out."

My chance. I had to risk it, at least a little. I dared not explain it
all, but how could I get the chance to explain without starting?

"I was with my girlfriends all yesterday. We were alone together most
of the time."

"I'd love to do that with Eileen. We might play strip poker again. I'd
love to touch her twat, if you know what I mean?"

"Her pussy, you mean?"

"That's what she calls it, remember? Even just to see it, that would
be something."

"She does have nice tits."

"What about your girlfriends?"

"Well, Annie and Maureen don't really have that yet. Sherry does, a
little bit."

"Man, it would be nice to touch their cunts. That's what I think about
doing, just about all the time."

Something about how Jimmy said that bothered me. Ok, maybe cunt wasn't
as sweet a word as pussy, but didn't it mean the same thing? And
Eileen truly did call her "thing" her twat, even though I felt that
was a strange, not so nice word for it.

Oh, he was talking about touching my girlfriends there. Or maybe it
was just any girl?

I wasn't jealous; I was defensive. Because however cool things might
work out, I had no desire at all to mess things up with my girlfriends
in order to please Jimmy.

He'd made no progress sexually with Eileen. It was a bit much to
expect that to happen, even after playing strip poker one time
together. Neither of them got all naked. I was the only one in our
game that did that.

I was also the one who usually got our sleeping over jacking off
going. I got turned on, and didn't let Jimmy's presence stop me from
doing it as I did most nights.

"I don't know about doing that, exactly. But we were talking about
something more important."

"More important than sex?"

"Yeah Jimmy, something really important. Did you ever think about what
we'll do when we grow up?"

"Like what? Work and school, going to college?"

"Nope. I mean, being married and being friends together then."

"I think we'll be best friends forever."

That made me feel really nice. I felt like hugging him, but resisted
that temptation. I wasn't sure why, it just didn't feel right. We
didn't do it before, and so even though it felt like a perfect chance,
I didn't take advantage of it..

Part of that was that I was thinking about sex. I dared not talk all
about it here in the open. Hypothetically, that was one thing, but not
if I was going to get to the real truly `doing it' information. I
needed privacy for that.

I specifically had to follow our rule: We had to get naked in order to
talk about sex. And perhaps do something more than just talk. Like how
it worked with my girlfriends.

I told Jimmy, "Sherry and Maureen and I figured that we'd be together
forever too. But we could get married when we grow up."

"You can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"That's bigamy. You know, having two wives."

"So?"

"It's against the law."

"Well, that's not fair. Anyway, the law might change by the time we
can do it."

"It could be kind of nice, though. Having two girls to sleep with."

"Yeah," I said, wistfully. I wanted so much to tell him that I'd done
that. But I couldn't, dared not do it out on the street like this.

Then someone came out of the apartment building and broke up our
conversation. We went back to playing with toys, and that was all.

I couldn't just tell Jimmy a little bit. I knew I needed time to tell
it all, and make sure that he'd follow our rules about keeping it
secret. Of course, he wanted to have sex. I did too! But until I'd
actually done it, I didn't realize just how amazing it was.

How important it could be, actually being in love and making love,
that would be hard to explain to someone who hadn't done it yet.

The way he talked about girls - especially concentrating on their
private parts - didn't encourage me to blurt things out. The last
thing I wanted was for him to talk about my girlfriends like that.
Maybe if he actually got the chance to make love with Eileen, he'd
know what it felt like?

It seemed so easy to talk about all that stuff with the girls. But I
trusted them. They'd keep everything secret for sure. Jimmy just might
tell his other friends.

He was good at keeping secrets. But I had to have time to set that up,
to make sure that he'd promise and understand.

"Remember the secret code I taught you?" I asked Jimmy.

"Sure, you told me about lots of them."

"That'd be a good way to write secret notes, about girls or to them,
you know?"

"Yeah. Nobody else could read them."

"A code breaker could."

"Most people aren't so good at that spy stuff like you are."

That was true enough. In school, even the simplest secret writing
fooled everyone, even the teachers. Most people just didn't know about
it. One of my wishes was to be a spy, like James Bond, or better yet,
one of the real ones. Codes were part of it. So was the escape magic,
like Houdini did.

Jimmy and I played spy chase with the cars, using code words and all
that fun stuff. We did that a lot. It was fun, saying stuff in pig
latin and using special words to fool people. It was so simple, but
most adults didn't know it, or didn't remember if they'd done it as a
kid.

Maybe I could just write my story out as a secret note and give it to
Jimmy?

But we had to be naked in order to follow our rule, and most of all, I
hd to know if it was safe to tell him about the real stuff with my
girlfriends before I said anything.

Back home, that night, as Jack and I were getting ready to sleep, I
realized one other thing. If I did get the chance to talk with Jimmy
naked, what if it turned us on so much that we'd want to `do stuff'
afterwards?

I'd skipped doing things with Jack the last night, only cuddling a
bit. But he was often cooperative with fooling around a little, and
tonight I had some new ideas.

I was naked, as I often was when I slept. I'd played with myself some,
but was thinking about this situation. If the girls wanted another boy
to play with I could offer them Jimmy. None had made a suggestion to
do that, or even hinted at it, so I didn't think they'd really do it.
It was a sexy thought though, thinking of seeing Annie and Jimmy naked
together.

What would it be like, to kiss a boy?

It was probably a lot like kissing a girl. I couldn't resist this
temptation.

I climbed quietly into the top bunk bed, with my brother. I'd done
that before, and Jack would welcome me most of the time. Usually, he
didn't mind it, knowing that it helped me get off sexually, and
knowing that I never pushed for him to actually do more than a little
to help.

Because of that last bit, I didn't do it very often, and not really
much since I started doing real sex with girls. To get heated up with
sex play and not follow through to the climax seemed like a waste.

Tonight, though, I had another plan.

"Shh!" I said. I didn't want to have a conversation about this. I just
wanted to do it and let Jack play his part in my fantasy about Jimmy.

They didn't look alike at all. Jack was skinnier and younger, darker
skinned, lots of things. But in the dark, that didn't matter.

I kissed Jack, on the lips, lightly.

"I want to practice real kissing, OK?" I asked him. As if I hadn't yet
done it a lot with girls yet, though soon enough I'd tell him about
it.

"OK, what do I do?"

"Just let me do it, OK?" I whispered. I didn't want to make noise. We
were supposed to be asleep, and the last thing I wanted was to wake up
our parents, or get interrupted fooling around with my brother.

I had kissed him with cheek pecks and lip touching before. But this
was the first time that I used my tongue. Just like with Annie, it
seemed pretty easy to lick and touch, just came naturally I guess.

I got an instant hard-on. Jack felt it, and I could feel his dick
hardening under his underwear.

I kissed his neck, rubbed his chest. I kissed a path down his body,
right to the top of his briefs.

I pulled them down, just a little.

He never seemed to mind me doing this. I didn't blame him. I knew now
just how good it could feel, and with my new experience, I wanted to
try to really do it, all the way, for him.

Because if I got a chance to do this with my best friend Jimmy, I
wanted to do it right. Like Annie, or even better.

The girls weren't exactly equal in that. Annie was really good at it,
but she'd had more practice. She hardly hit my dick with her teeth
now. Maureen, and I have no idea how she'd figured it out, barely did
that at all. Sherry and Maureen together were scarily good at it.

Any of them doing it were way better than jacking off by myself.

I tasted my brother's hard dick, sucking on it, licking around the
tip. Trying to get it in deeper, and it did go in quite far. Not all
the way, not once it was hard like this. But then, the girls weren't
able to do that for me either.

It wasn't so big as mine. It had no hair around the base. It was, in
fact, a lot like Jimmy's dick, more than it was like mine.

I licked it up and down, not holding it all the way inside my mouth.
Kind of like a popsicle. That was how Annie did it for me often, and I
wanted to try that out with Jack.

I whispered, "Let me do it, I'll keep on until it feels really good."

Jack didn't answer. I licked down to his balls, softly suckling on
them.

Annie did that a lot, ever since she noticed how I reacted to it. Jack
squirmed a little, so I slowed down. I didn't want him to shake the
bed and make noise.

"That feels funny," he said. "But nice."

"We need to stay really quiet, OK? I'll keep doing it."

I did. I keep on, touching all around, kissing and sucking, until I
felt some moisture on the tip. I then sucked and sucked, bobbing my
head and moving fast, until Jack shook a bit and said, a little too
loudly, "That's enough!"

I stopped.

I tasted something, but I wasn't sure it was like my own come. I'd ate
a bunch of that today, and this wasn't exactly the same. It didn't
matter. I was pretty sure that I'd made Jack feel really nice, and
this was fine practice for with Jimmy.

Jack lay quietly. Then, he pulled his underwear up.

"Could you do that for me?" I asked in his ear.

"No."

"Why not?"

"`Cause you'll shoot out sperm."

"No. Well, I do, but I won't do that in your mouth."

"OK."

Jack didn't kiss me on the lips, or the chest. He just got between my
legs and started in sucking my dick. Licking it, but mostly he just
wrapped his lips around it and moved up and down.

He knew I liked that. I wanted more, but I'd told him that I wouldn't
come in his mouth.

I felt so aroused, so excited. Much of that was from doing it to him,
and I was close to coming. Enough that I was probably dripping a bit
into his mouth. He wasn't stopping, and I really loved him for that.

I said, "OK, that's enough."

It wasn't, because I wanted more. But I had to say that.

He didn't stop instantly, either, but it was still well before my real
climax. It felt really nice, though.

"Lick my balls, just a little bit, please?"

Jack did that. I didn't think I could come from that, but it felt
hurtingly close to that. I wanted to jack myself off as I did it, but
I didn't want to scare my brother.

He didn't stick with it that long.

I was used to that. I had to sort of wind him up by kissing and
licking and sucking him first, and even though this was just about as
much as we'd ever done, I didn't expect him to suddenly get into it as
I had.

I don't know, maybe he just wasn't ready. Cher probably wasn't either.
It was one thing to masturbate together, and a whole `nother to
actually have real sex.

"Thanks," I whispered, and I climbed back to my own bed.

In a few seconds, I'd stroked myself to a blinding orgasm. I was too
blown away to even clean up well, and just fell asleep.

 

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