Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you aren't old
enough to read this, go home!

Copyright by me, 2000.  Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any
charges for acquisition.

JZL is my life story series. You can find out more about the entire
series at
http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html ,
 and more of the early years at
http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzlearlyyears.html

The (Sex) Story of My Life, by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com)
JeffZeph's Life So Far

A semi-true story ;-)

Thinking back on my life brings back lots of memories, and the occasional fantasy
about "back then."  I'm not dead yet, and some of you might find my tales
interesting. Check out the intro if you want more background.  I was ten now. I
was living in the city, had sex ed in school, girls were my friends, and I had a desire
to try out my "schooling."  But arranging that to happen with a real girl seemed
unlikely.  Baby sister didn't count in my mind (though maybe that is like oral sex
not being sexual relations?).

(Yes, the code list for activities is long.  I don't want anyone to
say they weren't warned about what kinds of things might happen in
this story, but honestly, I think it is just natural boy horniness
which made it all happen).


Jeff Zephyr's Life JZL10_2: Back in the City Again - First Solos "10 year old's
adventures" (m-solo 1st, bbg oral inc, exhib - preteen; b-solo, f-solo exhib)
Touching myself, and what comes from that: (b-solo 1st)

Back with Grandma Again In the City, Just After Christmas:

I was back in the city again.  We were living in Grandma and Auntie's house and,
though I was unhappy losing my friends from the farm, it was wonderful to see my
old ones in school and in the neighborhood again.  It still hurt very much losing
close friends.  My best friend from school, who shared an interest in science and
science fiction with me, was gone.  We might write, and did a few times, but 300
miles was too far away to do much else.  I missed Debbie as well, I didn't imagine
how much I'd miss her until I was gone and couldn't tell her  how I felt.

Sex was a part of that, but only in anticipation.  We'd had a very basic sex and
reproduction presentation in school, but I still wasn't ready to do that.  Getting
naked, though, felt nice.  But Debbie was also my very good friend, my best friend
in fact, since we  had done so much together.  I'd had hopes for more in the
spring, but now that would never happen.

Cher, Jack, and I would get naked in my room together, especially when we'd
change clothes after playing in the snow.  Cher was five going on six, but still  saw
no reason for covering up around us boys.  She also didn't like to wear underwear
and often her bare little girl pussy would peek out under her dress or nightie as
she'd play in the house.   We boys weren't much better as far as wearing
underwear went, but pants made it harder to accidentally expose things.  This
wasn't sex between us, just 'playing bare' as we called it.  Winter cooled things
down a little because we couldn't undress outside in the cold, but we still found
lots of times to be naked together inside the house.

Sherry, my first real kiss from 2nd grade, was about my age and we now shared the
same class, along with her friend Maureen.  It was great to be back with them. 
Almost immediately we were back walking home together and playing on
weekends in the park or by their house, almost like I hadn't gone away.  That
helped me to feel better about losing my friends in the country.

School was finally going well too.  My grades were mostly A's again.  That made
my parents happy with me, which was something I liked a lot.  I'd been under a lot
of pressure earlier this year to do well in school, to cope with skipping a grade and
still excel.  I only realized how much pressure there was when  it let up, especially
when my dad finally said "Your report card looks great!" rather than complaining
about B and C grades.

I was afraid to share my nude experiences at home and what I'd done with
Debbie, with my school friends.  Sherry and Maureen were very good friends.  We
talked about lots of things, and they were girls so I did have some thoughts about
asking them to play bare with me.  But they were also my friends from early
school, before I thought about such things.  I didn't think of them much that way,
even though they were girls.  Our semi-romantic friendship was fun and I was
afraid to spoil it with something dirty.  I didn't understand why I felt that way, at
the time.

Not long after this, the 5th grade got its 1st sex education class (in the city, they
waited until the second semester for that).  Our school separated the boys and
girls, making it seem very mysterious.  I understood a lot of the basic scientific side
already and knew words like fucking, blow job, pussy, dick, even clitoris, and what
they meant.  For whatever reason, I didn't think that I was ready to do anything
with this knowledge, beyond informing some friends of the facts when they'd tell
me things which were flat wrong about sex.  Getting naked related to sex, but it
wasn't the same thing.

The sex ed classes weren't good at encouraging us to try out sex, either.  They
explained about the body changes, growing body hair, how boys and girls differed,
how babies came about technically, and how new feelings and wet dreams would
come soon for us, leading us into a new interest in the opposite sex.  But they
didn't explain how nice it would feel.  They also didn't say how old we should be
for this all to happen, but implied strongly that we weren't nearly ready for that
kind of thing.

They were wrong, though.  I'd had strange dreams, but hadn't noticed much
wetness.  What I did feel I had guessed was just minor bed wetting, and a little
moisture like that didn't worry me.  After all, the bed wasn't soaked so there'd be
no mess to clean and my parents wouldn't be upset about it.  I did recognize that
what the teacher described was what was happening to me.


Asking my parents for more details was a bit embarrassing, but I did mention the
sex ed class, and we did talk about the same basic issues. I knew my parents had
sex, because the only door from my room to the outside lead through their room
(odd old houses), and they sometimes slept naked.  After school let out and the
weather got hotter, there were more times that I got up and saw my parents
sleeping.  I also got a good look at their nude bodies one time when they were
'wrestling' and the sheets had fallen off.  I knew that meant that they were
"fucking." Later I asked my mom if she and dad were going to have another
brother for me, since that was what sex ed said that sex was for.  When she said
that they weren't planning to have one yet, I asked her directly, "In school, they
said that sex made babies?"  

She laughed, and explained that there was more to it than that, and asked, "Do you
really wanted to have another brother?" 

I thought, and said "Maybe, or a sister?"  And then asked, "Why would you have
sex without making babies?"  

She said, "You'll find out when you get old enough." Which pretty much ended
this line of questioning for now.  Mom didn't let me in on her surprise at the time,
which was that she was pregnant.  I don't know how I missed that part, since she
was getting bigger.  A few months later, I got a new baby sister named Cathy. 
That could have raised more questions about sex from me, but I'd learned a lot
more on my own by then.

We were all breast fed babies, and at home mom didn't send us other kids off or
hide what she was doing when she fed the baby.  I didn't link this exposure with
sex, but I did notice new feelings coming from it and more curiosity about the
process.  One day, mom was laying in bed with her blouse open, feeding my baby
sister Cathy, and I sat on the bed next to her and asked her about it.  I was tempted
to try a taste of it myself, but she thought I was too old for doing such things.

***

Touching myself, and what comes from that:

Doug, a friend of mine from school, showed me a Playboy magazine he'd found at
his house.  The pictures and poses were interesting but, unlike him, I'd seen naked
girls including my mom naked.  So it really was the articles which I was interested
in, especially one about masturbation.

We knew what masturbation was, of course.  But 'playing with yourself' was
always  implied to be something that was bad to do, at least by parents and
grandparents.  "You'll go blind if you do that," Auntie would always tell us boys. 
But this book said "Masturbation can be fun."  It went on about techniques for
both sexes, in detail, and there was a statement by a doctor that doing it was both
healthy and normal.

Since I'd been touching myself to feel good for a long time, that was reassuring.  I
couldn't keep the magazine, but I read it all through over a couple visits.

The pictures were nice, too.  I'd collected pictures out of Time and other
magazines, which had some nude photos in them, especially with streaking being
popular and a lot of nakedness associated with hippies and such.  I also knew that
my parents kept Playboys and other sex magazines in their dresser, but I'd never
bothered to look through them.

My new interest drew me to read through them all, to try to learn more about
these new feelings and ideas.  I was enjoying my wet dreams now, with very vivid
images of naked girls.  Most out of the magazines or movies, adult girls, but
sometimes it was my friends instead.  Debbie often showed up in my dreams and I
thought about her and how we'd played naked together.  I'd touch myself, rubbing
my dick, stroking all around there, but so far it merely felt nice.  Not enough to
make an orgasm or shoot stuff out, like the books said would happen. 

Wet dreams weren't under my control, either.  I couldn't remember the details of
sex in them, except for a few things which were embarrassing and exciting like
going to school naked, touching girls there.  My dick was getting hard very easily
now and this often embarrassed me at school.  It would happen to more boys
soon, but it bugged me to be the center of attention that way, even if it was a
natural thing.

I'd looked through most of the books and magazines in my parent's dresser
thoroughly, and rubbed myself while doing that.  I was afraid to take them  to my
room for privacy in case that was discovered, so I'd read them while sitting on my
parent's bed, listening carefully for anyone coming up the stairs.  That was an
inhibition to sexual release.  

Having looked through all of them and finding the Playboy poses nice but not
enlightening, I looked to see if there was anything more hidden in their dresser.  
And I found it, a pack of cards with naked people on them.  Not just naked, they
were doing it, having sex, in various poses.  The other books only had people
posing naked and, even there, the details of the pubic region weren't shown 
clearly.  Most of the pictures were of women too, not men.  These cards showed
details of both sexes, actual doing sex together. These pictures were much more
exciting to me than the centerfold poses.  Even though they were in black and
white, not color, and not very big, I felt a new desire fill me looking at them.  I
wanted to do the things in the pictures.  To have my dick sucked, to put it into a
girl's pussy, even to lick a girl's pussy.  To fuck a girl in all the positions they
showed, which went much beyond the missionary position which was the only
thing that the sex ed class mentioned even if it didn't spell out the details.

I was rubbing myself through my jeans, not even unbuttoning them, as I flipped
through the cards.  It felt very good and a new, hot sensation filled me.  It felt
amazing and I realized that I'd actually had an orgasm!  I felt something wet and
hot in my pants.  I also was immediately frightened of being discovered, and
quickly put the cards away and ran to my room.

My pants were very messy, with creamy semen spilled all over inside them,
soaking my underwear and getting out past that.  I was afraid mom might notice
that and know what I did, so I carefully wiped out the inside with a T-shirt, then
buried my underwear and pants in my clothes hamper.  I dressed quickly in clean
clothes, then realized that might be noticed.  But since I often changed after
school, I figured I'd get away with it.  I didn't know that orgasms would be so
messy, and yet it felt so good I wanted to do it again.

Now I knew how to spill cream, to come.  I hadn't realized how easy it was to do
or how good it really felt.  Sure, books and older friends said so, but feeling it for
myself changed how I felt about the idea.  This was something I really loved doing,
and wanted to do again.

My next attempt was that night in bed.  I could uncover completely, no clothes in
the way at all, and I had a bath towel handy to wipe up with when I finished.  Now
that I knew how, it was easy to let it happen again.

I shared this new discovery with my brother Jack, but he couldn't make come yet. 
I spent a lot of time practicing my new discovery.  Sharing a room with my
brother, being on the lower bunk when he was above me in his bed, there was no
way to easily hide what I was doing.  And I didn't even try, because it didn't
bother me for him to know about it.  I did worry that my parents might hear, so I
tried to keep quiet.  Jack was so close though,  he noticed and teased me
sometimes about it.  But even that he did quietly, not wanting to get us into
trouble for doing this stuff.

Most often, I did this new play with the lights out, in my bed before I'd go to
sleep.  Sometimes, I might wake up early enough to have time to do it then as
well.  When my parents  were out though, I could get naked in my room and look
at the books or cards in my parent's dresser.  I could even go out into their room
naked,  run around the upstairs, and even go into Auntie and Cher's room. 
Grandma, when alone in the house, almost never came upstairs to check on us kids
and I could run fast if I'd hear her.  I loved my new 'toy,' sexually playing with
myself, and wanted to do it as often as I could.

Spring came along, and the warmth outside matched my feelings inside.  Time
seemed to fly this spring.  I was still close with Sherry and Maureen at school but I
didn't yet share these discoveries of sex with them.  Nor with any of my other
school friends.  I was worried that they might think that I was weird, to think
about sex for real and want to do it when most were still joking and teasing about
that subject.

The new knowledge also affected how I thought about my parents.  I knew that
they had sex just like the pictures showed, making love.  Not just in the objective
knowledge kind of way or knowing because they had us kids, either.  It was
unavoidable to see them doing it, with only a sheet covering them up in bed
and us boys having to pass through their room to go to the bathroom or
downstairs from our room.  Covered up, sure, but I knew what those motions
meant and why they'd be laying on top of each other, naked.

One hot spring weekend, I got up early, and found my dad uncovered completely,
naked on his back in bed.  Mom was naked as well, with the sheet barely covering
her.  Her bottom was exposed as she lay on her stomach, and though her legs
weren't spread wide open, I was  able  to observe her pussy well.  I'd had short
glimpses of her naked form before, as she'd change clothes and such,  but hadn't
thought much about her nakedness for a while, even with my new thoughts about
sex.  She was my *mom*, after all, and that meant I wasn't interested in her
sexually.  

But I was certainly curious.  Pictures didn't show the details of real life, nor things
like wetness or odor.  The moisture on her pussy, I was sure, came from doing
sex, both mom and dad together making it!  Not just sweat between the legs, but
the juices of pleasure.  

I stayed for several minutes, just looking at my parents, imaging what had
happened between them that night.  Worry started, as I didn't want to get caught
staring at them even though they were the ones who got naked in bed and let the
sheet come off.  I just didn't think that I could explain why I was watching them,
so I quietly left their room.  I thought about that day later, imagining them doing it, 
thinking how wonderful it would be if I could find a woman to do sex with.

The pictures in the magazines and books all showed adult women, not children nor
even teenagers (though some were only 18 or 19, but that was still very old for
me).  There were a few exciting images of younger girls and boys in things like
National Geographic, but it was images of older women that turned me on.  I had
my pretty mom to compare  them and to add details beyond just the flat images in
the books. But when I fantasized, I saw images of the women in the centerfolds.  I
didn't yet imagine sex with a girl my own age.

My brother was safe to play naked with since we shared a room and he'd never tell
my parents about these games.  All of us kids  were good at keeping secrets, even
Cher, despite being only six.  Other boys in the neighborhood and school did show
some interest in body development so it was OK to look at each other when peeing
outside and things like that. But things like touching each other, or even asking to
look deliberately, were out, not things that I felt safe asking any of them to do with
me.

My sister Cher was just six now.  She still ran around naked in our bedroom, often
skipping her underwear.  Even when she'd play outside, she'd usually not wear
panties.  One day, I dared her to run down our block naked and she did, all the
way to the end of the street and back.  She'd play naked in our yard as well and
nothing bad happened from that.  This time, though, a neighbor complained to my
parents and, since I was the one watching Cher do it, I got in trouble for it too. 
Cher was no longer allowed outside naked after that.  It didn't mean she didn't still
do it, but no longer would our parents let her stay naked if she tried it.

Inside though, it was still OK.  She was the baby. Even though Cathy was the
newborn in the family,  Mom really pampered Cher a lot, trying to make up some
for spending time with the new baby.  Part of that was letting Cher skip underwear 
and even clothes so that she could be just like the other baby in our house.  Us
boys were used to this, and so it didn't seem like anything unusual to us.

My new discoveries made me curious about doing things with Cher and Jack. 
Both were close to me and we could easily get naked together.  Cher was younger
than I but, though I was used to her nudity, she was still a girl and seeing her
prompted thoughts about other girls and sex with them.

Jack and I tried rubbing each other, about a month after my discovery of orgasms. 
Our bunk beds made it easy for one of us to climb up or down into bed with the
other, to touch and hold each other at night.  Getting naked in bed was easy, too. 
This felt very nice, but neither of us climaxed from this mutual contact.  Not long
after starting this, I decided to lick his dick, since I'd read about blow jobs and
seen pictures of it and was curious about what it would be like.

I really wanted him to do it to me first, but he was reluctant to try that so I figured
it would be easier to make him do it if I showed him how nice it was.  I'd licked
my hand and rubbed myself, enjoying the wetness, but a real blowjob, actually
licking on my dick, should feel even better.

Jack liked what I did, and his dick got hard from doing it.  But he still didn't come
from it and told me to stop after about a minute because it tickled.  He was still
only eight, younger than I was when I decided touches there felt really wonderful,
so maybe he just wasn't ready for that.  

Then, he went ahead and licked my dick, after I bugged him a little about doing
that since I'd done it for him.  It felt really nice, very pleasurable, and I didn't want
him to stop.  But he only did it for a couple minutes.  I jumped back into my bed
when he quit it and jacked off, enjoying the warmth and wetness on my dick,
imagining a girl doing what Jack had done,  not stopping until I came.

We found lots of other times to just 'play bare.'  No touching, just getting naked
together or dropping our pants, especially outside.  The bushes and trees near the
railroad tracks gave us a fine area for private naked play outside, even though we
were in the city and people were all around.

One afternoon, maybe another month after my first experimenting with blow jobs
with my brother, I was in my Auntie's room, which my sister Cher also used,
watching TV with Cher.  We were all alone upstairs, and were just relaxing
together.  Cher had on a short dress and no panties, laying on her side by me with
her legs spread and her pussy exposed.  The sight fascinated me and I stared at it,
ignoring the TV show.  A new question entered my mind: What does it feel like,
touching a pussy?  How does a girl feel when that happens?

OK, I'd touched Debbie's pussy last year, but that was before I discovered
orgasms.  I'd also touched my brother a lot over the last month or two and
enjoyed the feel of his skin and his bare, hard dick.  But his dick was a lot like
mine, so touching myself let me know what that felt like.  Cher's pussy was
different.

I reached out and put my hand right on her pussy, covering it.

"What are you doing?" Cher asked.  She didn't pull away from me, but she
sounded and looked very surprised.

"Feeling your pussy," I said.  "It is soft, like a cat.  I suppose that is why they call
it a pussy?"  I giggled, and rubbed her gently, softly petting her bare slit.

I added "Jack and I sometimes touch each other's dicks, but they aren't so soft."  I
don't know for sure what Cher thought about this, but she didn't discourage me
from petting her.  I did this for a long while, at least half an hour, well past the end
of the TV show. 

"How does that feel, Cher?" I asked, , because she'd neither said anything to
encourage me nor moved to suggest I was making her feel nice.  I didn't expect
her to feel much sexually at her age because I had only just discovered the really
nice feelings myself.

"It feels nice, kind of funny and warm.  It does tickle a little," she said, giggling.  I
hadn't stopped petting her, but I noticed she'd breath in hard when my fingers
brushed across the middle of her pussy, right on the tip of the bit sticking up.

"Would you like to touch my dick, to see what it feels like?" I asked her.  I felt
horny now, from touching her and imagining how she was feeling nice from it.  I
wanted to feel something more for myself.

"OK, I guess," she answered, not sounding very enthusiastic.  But that was OK,
she still said yes and would do it to me.

I dropped my pants, and let her touch me.  She held my dick, cupped my balls, but
pressed hard on them.

"Ouch!  Careful there, Cher!" I told her.

"Sorry."

"That's OK."

She softly rubbed me, much as I had done with her.  My dick was longer already
but now it got hard and stiff, and her touch felt nice.  But not better than what
Jack did and it wasn't as purposefully pleasurable as what I did to myself.  Cher
seemed to enjoy touching me though, so I let her do it for a while, even if it wasn't
that great for me.

Then, I told her "Licking it feels really good."  I didn't expect her to try it  since it
had been so hard to talk my brother into that.  But she did it, putting her mouth on
the top like a lollipop, then licking the sides of the shaft and nibbling on it.

"Oh, that feels very nice," I told her sighing with pleasure. Trying to encourage
her,  I reached to her pussy, and petted it, wanting to make her feel nice as well.  I
hoped she'd keep doing it, because it felt wonderful and I thought I might even
come from her doing it.  But she quit after a few minutes, bored, wanting to do
something else.

I didn't want to stop this game, not yet.  So I decided I'd try to make her feel
really nice,  doing with her what she'd done with me, even though I felt
somehow strange about doing this thing to a girl, especially to my sister.

"Let me lick your pussy, OK?" I asked her.

"Sure," She answered, laying on her back and spreading her legs to make it easy
for me.

Her pussy tasted pissy, unwashed, not really attractive. But I licked at it anyway,
trying to touch it with my tongue lightly, and to rub the spot in the middle which
made her react so well.  But she didn't show signs of pleasure from this, just
giggled as I'd lick her.  I didn't feel good doing this, imaging that I might be
tasting something bad for me or whatever.  I don't know what made me think that
girls were bad to taste, since I'd done this with my brother.  Or maybe it was
because she was my sister, or something.  But I stopped licking her.

I resumed petting her wet pussy, and did so until I heard someone outside her
room.  I didn't want to get caught, because I knew that we'd get into trouble for
that.  But I didn't think that it was wrong for me to touch my sister, or her to
touch me, any more than it was for my brother and I to do that.

Over the next few weeks before school let out for the summer, we repeated this
game often.  I'd lick her pussy, or pet it, and she made it easy for me to do that
because she'd have nothing under her dress or nightgown, so that whenever we
were alone she could pull it up and let me at her.  If we were really alone, with no
one to catch us, I felt safe pulling my pants off. She'd rub my dick, or lick and
suck on it.  It was very pleasurable doing this with her.  Neither of us came from
doing it, it was just fun experimenting play with our bodies, just to make us feel
nice.

One day, Jack and I were playing naked in our room.  We had touched each other,
rubbed our bodies together, and each of us had licked the other's dick.  But this
was just playing, warming up.  I lay on my bed and masturbated since that was the
only way I knew to finish this up for me, reaching orgasm.  While doing this, Cher
popped into our room without warning.  She'd done that before, barged in when
we were naked or just playing other stuff, and usually we chased her out again
without a problem.  She'd never tell on us, we knew that. 

This time, I was very horny, and decided that she could stay.  At least, for a while.

"You can stay, Cher, but only if you suck on my dick."

Cher hesitated, not long, then closed the door and sat on my bed next to me.  My
dick was already very hard, and she grabbed it with her hand, and put her mouth
right on the top, lips covering it completely.  She started to lick it up and down, all
around the shaft, making me groan with pleasure.  All the way down to my balls,
which she'd only licked briefly before.  This time, she sucked them right into her
mouth, and it was very intense, awesomely good.  "That feels great, sis!" I told
her.

Jack was watching us, with surprise.  He knew I'd talked Cher into doing some
stuff but we'd never done it with him in the room.  He was still naked, standing off
watching us.

Cher moved up to the head of my dick, covering it with her mouth, squeezing it in
there and licking the tip.

I'd warmed up very nicely by myself and had almost come before she entered our
room.  Cher was giving me my first real all the way blow job and it was awesomely
great.  I hadn't expect that to happen, not like this, so pleasurable and beyond my
control. I realized that she wouldn't expect that either, as I'd never shot come in
her presence.

"I'm going to come!" I yelled, to warn her.

But it was too late.  I came, shooting creamy white come right into her mouth. 
She gagged and spit, coughing, then ran out of the room.  I felt so good from the
sensation, but also very bad for doing that to my sister.  I'd never talked my
brother into doing it as I came either and, given Cher's reaction, it might be very
hard to convince him to try it now.

I dressed quickly, and went to find my sister.  She was outside in our yard, so I
went  over and talked to her .  I was worried for a moment that she might have
complained to Grandma or something like that but she quickly reassured me that
she wouldn't tell about this.

I told her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you like that.  It just happened, I
couldn't stop it, it felt so nice."

"It was yucky!  Gross!" she complained.

"Girls are supposed to like it, and swallow it.  It says so in Penthouse magazine," I
tried to explain it to her.

"Blea!  It is still yucky!  How could you do that to me, shooting that stuff into my
mouth?"

"It felt really, really nice, wonderful when it happened.  I'm sorry I did that to you,
but it really did feel good, that's why I didn't stop it."

"Well, don't do it again."

Cher still wasn't happy about this and no longer would lick or suck or touch my
dick at all when we were alone.  She still let me pet and lick her pussy, so I did that
with her, trying to make her feel nice.  And she didn't cover up her pussy around
the house, or when we were playing outside away from other people.

I was glad she wasn't more upset about this.  If someone had surprised me by
shooting come into my mouth when I was six,  I would have been very upset and
surprised.  Even a girl's come might have shocked me at that age.  I didn't want to
hurt my sister at all and, though I missed her licking me, I was happy that she was
OK with this and still liked playing with me.

At school, we had another sex ed class.  They didn't do them all year long, just in
short periods of about a week each, separated from the regular classes.  Because
the boys and girls were kept apart, we were curious about what the opposite sex
was being taught.  Sherry and Maureen and I spent a couple of hours after school
talking about it.  I admitted that I masturbated,  made semen shoot out, and had
wet dreams, just like the classes explained.  Both girls had touched themselves but,
even though they told me that, they were embarrassed to talk about the details of
the touching, or how it made them feel.  But then, so was I.  It was OK to say that
I did it and that something nice happened, but I wasn't willing to describe the
details either.  So that was all that happened, we told of the stuff the class said
about periods and pregnancy, and, even though the girls got some more details
about that than boys, there wasn't much difference between the classes.  It was
very nice to share it with girls though, and to know that it wasn't just us boys who
were confused about these things or had feelings about them.

Sherry and I 'liked' each other.  That's grade school talk for being in love.  But we
were careful not to kiss or hold hands at school, even though we'd walk home
doing that.  Maureen would hold my hand, too.  It was kind of like having two
girlfriends, except that since Sherry and Maureen were always together, I didn't
have much chance to talk alone with just Sherry, or even just Maureen.  Thoughts
of asking them to show off their private spots with me or to get naked, did enter
my mind, but I never got around to asking them about doing it.


Between my brother and I, our playing bare was just playing.  I didn't think of it as
having sex, even if we did touch and lick each other.  Even the things I did with my
sister I didn't think of as being sex, as such.  The real sex stuff, so far, I'd had to
do to myself.  The time with Cher didn't count; even if I enjoyed it she didn't, and
she wasn't going to repeat that with me nor did I feel like pressuring her to try it.

I knew the word homosexual, and us kids had heard the words fag and homo,  so I
knew that there was something bad about that.  But playing, experimenting
together, just being naked, that didn't count as being a homosexual, whatever that
was exactly.  Both of us boys were interested in girls but our sisters were too
young to count.  And our friends at school and in the neighborhood weren't ready
for us to do that with either, though that might have more to do with us not asking
than their not being interested.

Cher wasn't interested in playing these sex games anyway.  She'd let me pet her
but didn't invite me to do it, and it didn't happen often now.  I didn't feel
comfortable asking her to do it, without some sign that she wanted me to do that. 
Girls our age didn't seem available.  I knew that Debbie and Tammy had played
naked with us but that just seemed to happen without us trying for it.  I was afraid
to ask my school friends to do such things and even more afraid to try to ask some
of the neighborhood kids I didn't know as well, even if they were the right age.  I
knew somehow that you just couldn't go up to a girl and ask her to get naked with
you.  Even if you knew her well, and trusted her, you had to be sure she wouldn't
freak out and tell everyone.  Especially our parents!

I thought about Sherry but, despite our talk about sex, all we did was hold hands. 
That was a big deal for 5th grade, walking home holding hands.  Even though it
was actually with two girls, not just one, Maureen and Sherry .  In some ways,
that made it seem less romantic, just a kid thing to do.  Except that I knew that I
liked Maureen too, and we were really three friends together, not just Sherry and
me plus Maureen as an extra girl.  Rarely were Sherry and I alone together and
that made it harder for me to feel like asking her to play naked, let alone do
anything else related to sex.

There were two boys in the neighborhood; Kenny, about Jack's age (eight or nine)
and his brother Alan (about five), who enjoyed playing "drop your pants" when
we'd piss outside, doing it where we might be spotted by someone else, or just
leaving the pants down so we could look at each other.  That gave me some hope
of playing something more with them, like Jack and I had done.  Maybe even more
than that.

We had a little two kid tent in our yard, and one day us four boys all went inside it
and stripped naked.  This was just 'playing bare' still, taking our clothes off to feel
good.  But I wanted to do something more.

"I want to show you guys something cool," I said.  I lay down by Kenny, and put
his dick into my mouth, licking and sucking on it.  He didn't seem impressed by
this, but didn't seem to mind it either.  I did this for a while, enjoying the feel of
him inside my mouth.

"Now, try doing that to me," I asked Kenny.  He seemed reluctant, but Jack went
over  to Alan and licked his little dick so Kenny decided it was OK to do that to
me.

He bit me as he licked, catching his teeth on the tip of my dick ... hard.

"Ouch!" I complained.  "Be careful, don't bite, please."

But he just didn't seem to get the idea.  I wasn't enjoying this sensation much at
all.  The licking part felt OK, but the biting hurt, and I told him to stop it.

"I'll show you how it is supposed to be done, OK?" I said.

I tried to lick and suck on his dick really good, as best as I knew how.  I licked on
it and pulled it all into my mouth, licked on his balls, and did things I knew would
make me feel great.  But he didn't seem to enjoy this like I would, so I gave up on
doing it with him.  This was my last attempt for a long time to try playing sexually
with other boys that I knew, other than my brother.  Neither one told anyone else,
as far as I knew but that was a worry, that any new friend I shared this with might
let the secret out.

My brother and I still did that together, and being alone in our room made it easy
and safe for us.  I tried tasting my own come, to see if it was really  as yucky as
Cher said.  I couldn't talk Jack into doing that, and that put a limit on how far our
sexual play might go.  My own semen tasted tangy and sweet, not horrible, but
neither was it a yummy treat.  Jack wasn't shooting come yet, so I didn't need to
worry about tasting his when I played with him.

Jack and I found that laying in bed together, rubbing our dicks together, did feel
very nice.  Our parents never caught us, at least not this year, so we were happy
when we were alone and could enjoy touching each other.  I'd get back into my
own bed and finish myself when we were done.  That was just fine with me, I
enjoyed the touching even if I wasn't coming directly from doing it.


A new boy moved onto our block, in the new apartments across the street.  His
name was Jimmy and we hit it off right away.  He liked Star Trek, GI Joes,
matchbox cars, and music; very cool for me.  Over the summer, he became my new
best friend.  But I wasn't willing to include him in my sex life experimenting, even
though I liked him better than any other boy I knew. We did talk about the subject,
and I revealed that I masturbated.  But despite a temptation to show this to him, I
didn't feel comfortable trying that yet.



 >>>>



     

A surprise birthday present at the beach:

A day at the beach with my family proved unexpectedly exciting.  We were near
the end of the sandy part,  where the shore of the lake turned into rocks.  There
was a pair of teenage girls, maybe 18, high school seniors or college girls, down
the beach toward the big rocks. I had headed off that way, just to see what was
past the swimming area, being bored with just swimming.  As I headed back, one
of the girls came out of the water, and was wearing a tube top, which the water
had pulled down.  She didn't seem to notice, and I came closer without staring too
hard.  

That wasn't easy at all.  I'd seen naked breasts in real life but, other than my mom,
none as big as these.  Maybe Caroline's were nearly  as big, but these were
substantial.  The teenager wasn't a small girl either, but that didn't matter at all to
me.  Not at that age, and not much later on either.

I'm not sure it was the size that I noticed as much as that they were exposed on
the beach, where anyone might see them.  Her nipples were stiff and big, a dark
pink color, nothing like girls my age, or my sister's.  It probably wasn't long before
I came up next to her, getting a great look at her breasts and lovely hard nipples,
but it seemed to take a long time.

Her friend was still out in the lake.  Other people were quite some way away.  She
was staring at me though, toward my crotch. My dick was stiff, pushing my trunks
out.  The wind had picked up and she put her hands up to her top,  noticing  that
it was off her tits.  I was about next to her and she smiled,  saying, "Are you a big
enough boy to like these?," touching her nipples with her hands. 


 I said, "They look very pretty."  I was nervous, but also so excited that my
shyness seemed to melt away.  She wasn't trying to cover herself up.  I was aware
of my hardness, and she was looking at it!  This was the kind of thing that I
imagined happening sometimes but I didn't have any idea of what to do next.

She asked "How old are you?" 

I answered "I just turned 11." 

"A birthday boy?"

"Just about, last week."

"Is that a birthday candle?" she asked, as she pointed to my hard-on.  Her voice
made me feel aroused, just by its tone.  She knew what she was asking about.

"No, it's a dick," and I laughed.  "Do you want to see it?"

I figured that she was showing me her tits on purpose, since she wasn't covering
them up, and though tits on 10 year old girls weren't for looking at much, and my
sister's even less, looking at these WAS exciting.  I also realized that girl's liked
looking at boys as much as I liked looking at them. I had that idea before this, but
here was proof, a girl was staring at me!


She wasn't strikingly pretty, and was a little fat, but she was still very nice to look
at. At my age, bare tits on the beach would have been wonderful no matter
whose they were,  but I was very impressed with hers.  Her friend was quite thin,
and was out in the water some distance, swimming and having fun, not aware of
us.  This girl was staring right at my swimming trunks and smiling.  I didn't think
she'd play this kind of game on a public beach, you know "you show me yours and
I'll show mine."  I thought that she would just laugh, pull up her top which had
fallen down by accident, and that would be that for this encounter.

But she said "Yes, please."  Very politely, and she moved her hands down to her
bikini bottom, and slipped her fingers under the sides of her crotch. She didn't
reveal her pussy by doing that, but I knew that her fingers were touching her
private places.

So I pulled my trunks down, and she got a very nice, close look.  We were facing
each other, and the only one who really had a chance to look at what we were
doing was her friend in the water, but I looked, and she wasn't looking at us. 

My girl smiled, and said "That is very pretty."  I wasn't sure if dicks were supposed
to be "pretty," but she seemed happy to see it; excited, smiling, and staring at me
as I was at her.  I have no idea if my dick at that age was big enough yet to impress
an older girl, but it sure got this one's attention.

She slipped her suit to the side, so I could see her pussy, and rubbed it with her
other hand.  Hair surrounded it; not as much as mom's, but much more than
Debbie's, maybe more than Sheila's.  She gave me a fine look at her, each of us
standing and watching each other.  Her back was facing towards anyone who
might see us, except perhaps her friend in the water, and her body concealed mine.
I watched her as she held her suit to the side with one hand, the other reaching to
her pussy to rub it gently in the middle.

Then she let go of her suit, leaving the other hand underneath, still touching
herself.  She reached out and touched my dick, and asked "Is this OK?"

I said, "Sure," naturally enough, as it felt great to feel her hand there.

We spent some time like that; she slowly rubbing my dick with one hand, her other
hand scratching up and down her pussy.  She pulled her suit to the side so I could
see her long nails flicking across her clit.  Her pussy rubbing got very fast and she
shook all over, obvious signs of coming, which I hadn't yet seen in a girl.  She
sighed softly in pleasure and I recognized the tones, as I'd made sounds like that
myself.

We were now oblivious to our surroundings, and neither of us were watching for
someone who might spot us. Her friend had got out of the water and come over by
us, and was now watching us. She said angrily "Aren't you robbing the cradle? 
Do babies turn you on now!?"  

My "girl" quickly covered up and said to her friend "Sorry! I was just so hot.  I had
to do something."

Her friend ran off.  My "girl" said, "Sorry I can't stay and play some more," and
left after her friend.  I had to go off behind some rocks and help myself, the first
time that I did that outside and it felt really great.  I was awesomely turned on, and
barely had to touch myself to get off.  Washing up in the lake afterward, I pulled
my trunks off to swim naked but put them back on before I came back to land, or
near anyone else.

It was a really great birthday present, even though I got good toys from my family. 
I wish I could have thanked her for what she did that day.  I told my brother about
what happened but he didn't really believe me and, if an 11-year-old told me that a
strange teenage girl jacked off in front of him on the beach, I'd doubt it too.  But
the feelings I got from this experience changed my goals as far as getting naked
went.  I wanted to get with girls and wanted to do more than  just look!

                              
 

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