Bed Check (Mb; mast)
By Neverlander
(c) December 2008

My name is Damon.  I'm writing this because I want to tell about 
something that happened to me a couple of years ago.  It's not a big 
confession or anything, but it's something that affected me a lot.  I'm 
not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I think about it a 
lot.  I mean, I haven't been thinking about it non-stop for two years 
or anything like that, but now and then I do.  I guess I was a little 
freaked at the time, but now I sort of like thinking about it.  So I 
guess all in all it's a good thing.

You probably think that Damon isn't my real name.  Well, if you do then 
you're right.  It's close to Damon, but that's not it.  I don't want 
you to think I'm a liar or anything, but I really want to tell this 
story because I think that maybe you'd be interested in it or even like 
it, but I don't want to get embarrassed or anything if certain people 
see this and know who I'm talking about.  So just think of me as Damon, 
okay?  I changed the other names, too.  I guess names don't really make 
any difference.

I just turned fourteen a couple of weeks ago, so if you do the math you 
can see I was twelve back when my story happened.  People tell me that 
when you get old time doesn't seem so long, but when I think of two 
years ago it seems like a real long time to me.  I mean, I was just a 
kid!  Oh I know, you say I'm a kid now too, but to me it feels that I'm 
not so much now but back then I was really really a kid.  I mean, I 
didn't know anything about the stuff this story is about.  Anyway, I 
guess I better just tell the story!

My best friend is named Pierre, and he's the same age as me, I mean 
exactly like maybe I'm two days older!  He has a pretty big family, 
like a mother and father and two sisters.  Well maybe that's not so big 
but it is to me, because it's just me and my Mom in mine.  I don't know 
my father and my Mom never talks about him.  Some people say that's sad 
but to me it's just the way it is, since I never knew him or anything.  
Anyway Pierre is like my brother and besides being in the same class at 
school we do lots of stuff together, at my house and over at his.  I 
guess you could say his house is like a second family to me because I 
spend so much time there.  The thing is because he just has sisters he 
likes to think of me as his brother, so he won't get outnumbered!

Now the really cool thing is that they have this summer house up in the 
mountains on a lake and they go there a lot on vacation.  And two years 
ago was the first time they said I could go with them!  Well, my Mom, 
actually.  I mean they had asked me to go before that but two years ago 
was the first time she said yes.  Anyway, it was for two whole weeks 
and man was I happy!  I could hardly wait for the summer to come.

When the time to go finally came we all rode up in their big station 
wagon type car.  Pierre's sisters sat in the back seat, and he and I 
were in these two seats in the way-back that you kind of strap to the 
back of the real back seat, and they have seat belts and everything.  
We were jammed in with the luggage in back, but it was fun, because we 
could pretend we were like stowaways, and we had lots of magazines and 
stuff.

Now their house is just a vacation house, but it has lots of room.  
Pierre and me slept in this bedroom that was on the top floor, with the 
ceiling sort of sloping down like it was an attic, which I guess it 
actually was, at least before they made it a bedroom.  His little 
sisters had one just like it at the other end.  The staircase that went 
up was between them, and when you got to the top if you went left you 
went into our room, and on the right was the girls' room.  Pierre's 
folks had their own room downstairs.  The really cool thing is this 
house is like a log cabin almost, it doesn't have electricity or 
anything, but it does have water that comes down a pipe from up a hill 
somewhere, and they use gas for cooking and stuff.  At night the lights 
were these kerosene lanterns that you had to light with a match, and to 
turn them off you would just blow them out.  It was cool, like being a 
pioneer or something!

One thing Pierre and I like to do is talk a lot after we go to bed.  We 
do stuff in the day too, of course, especially up there at the lake, 
all kinds of outdoor stuff.  I could talk about that, but this story is 
about things that happened after we went to bed, so I'm not going to 
get into all the other stuff.  Well, the beds in this room were against 
the walls, not the ones with the sloping roof, but the flat ones -- 
Pierre's was against the outside wall, the one with the window, and 
mine was across the room against the other one, the one with the door 
in it.  His parents were big on kids getting a lot of sleep and all, so 
when we went to bed we were supposed to turn out the lights.  We did, 
but that didn't stop us from talking!  We'd lie in bed and whisper to 
each other across the room in the dark.  It was fun.  We'd sometimes 
tell ghost stories to get each other scared, like the one where there 
are two people in a dark bedroom in two different beds just like we 
were, and one of the people says to the other, why are you in my bed 
squeezing my hand, and the other one says but I'm not in your bed I'm 
in mine!  It was like, it was a ghost or something in his bed, and he 
didn't know it.  Really creepy!  I told that one to Pierre and he got 
so spooked I had to let him get in my bed until he wasn't scared any 
more, but I didn't mind.

When we weren't telling stories we'd talk about other stuff, and what 
Pierre liked to talk about mainly was girls.  He was, or I should say 
still is, a very horny kid!  He had these magazines he'd found that he 
kept under his bed, and before we had to turn off the lights we'd look 
at them.  They had lots of pictures of girls with big tits and stuff 
like that, and after the lights were out Pierre would talk about them 
and about what he'd like to do with them, and he'd say that his prick 
was getting big thinking about them, and he was touching it.  To be 
honest, I didn't think the magazines were all that interesting, but I 
went along with Pierre because he liked them so much.  Living with my 
Mom, I saw her without her clothes on a lot, and it never seemed like a 
big deal to me.  I mainly liked to hear Pierre talk about how it made 
him feel to look at the pictures and how it gave him a boner, and how 
he was touching himself while he was talking to me.  That part sort of 
gave me a boner, too, and I touched myself a little while I listened to 
him.  He asked me if I was doing it and I said yes.

Now, you may not believe this, but back then when I was just a kid I 
really didn't know all that much about the touching thing -- you know, 
jerking off and stuff.  Oh, I knew something felt good down there, but 
for a long time I didn't know what caused it.  I actually remember the 
first time I felt something there though, I really do, I'm not kidding.  
It was when I was little, about six or seven, and I was trying to climb 
up a pole at the playground, either the monkey bars or the swing set, I 
don't remember.  All of a sudden I got this funny feeling, and I 
thought to myself, like, hey, what's that?  It sort of gave me the 
chills and made me feel jittery, but not in a bad way.  I tried 
climbing again to see if it would come back, and it did, which made me 
happy.  I actually smiled, I can remember that!  It was this funny kind 
of feeling, it sort of made me feel dreamy and weak, but jittery, too, 
like I said, like the sour taste of lemonade that puckers up your mouth 
but you can tell is going to get sweet in a second.  This may sound 
really dumb, but for the longest time I actually thought it was 
something about metal poles, and I would look forward to going back to 
the playground so I could get some more of that neat feeling!  It was 
years -- I mean it, actually years! -- before I figured out that what 
was feeling good was my penis, and that I could make it happen just by 
touching it myself.  I also thought that I was the only one it ever 
happened to!  Like it was something weird about me or something.  Well, 
not weird, maybe, but something that other people didn't get.  It was 
when I met Pierre that I learned that I wasn't the only one.  He talked 
about touching his boners all the time!

Anyway, when I listened to Pierre talking about his hard-on while we 
lay in the dark, I was touching mine, too, because it felt good and I 
liked hearing about how turned on he was by the pictures in the 
magazine.  But, and you probably won't believe this, either, even 
though I knew it felt good to touch myself, I had never had it go to 
the end -- you know, to a climax (that's what my sex ed book calls it).  
I didn't know anything about that, and Pierre didn't, either.  We would 
just lie in bed touching our penises and talking about girls (at least 
he did -- I mainly listened), until we fell asleep.

Okay, finally I'm where the story really begins!  So, we're up at the 
vacation house, and the first night we're there Pierre and I stay up 
pretty late talking in the dark.  After a while we hear Pierre's mom 
calling up the stairs that it's time to go to sleep so we should try to 
settle down.  We go, okay we will, and I turn over on my back, which is 
the way I like to sleep, and I say good night to Pierre, and he says it 
to me.  We were actually pretty tired and ready to go to sleep anyway.  
Pretty soon I could hear him making little snoring sounds.  I swear 
that kid can fall asleep in a second!

I think I was just about to fall asleep myself when I heard a noise 
outside the door, like someone coming up the stairs.  The footsteps 
stopped, and for a few seconds it was quiet.  Then I heard the doorknob 
turn, and I realized the door was opening.  I didn't know who it was, 
probably Pierre's mom or dad, but I immediately got this funny, sort of 
guilty feeling, that I shouldn't be caught awake, since we were 
supposed to be asleep by now.  So I lay very quiet in my bed with my 
eyes shut tight, pretending to be asleep.  I heard footsteps moving 
across the floor, very slow and quiet, and suddenly my eyelids lit up 
with a glow, like there was a light on in the room.  I opened my eyes 
just a crack, and saw that there was a flashlight shining on the floor, 
moving along towards my bed.  I closed my eyes tight again and held my 
breath.  After a few seconds I felt cold air on me, and I realized that 
the covers had been lifted up from me, not off, but just raised up a 
little.  I shivered a little because even though I was wearing my 
pajamas the room was sort of cold.  I could tell the flashlight was 
shining on me, because it actually felt a little warm.  But maybe that 
was just my imagination.  Anyway, after a few seconds the covers were 
put back on me and the footsteps moved away.  I heard the door open and 
close, and then footsteps went down the stairs.  After that it was 
quiet.

I called over to Pierre in the dark a couple of times, but he just kept 
snoring.  I must have fallen asleep right after that, because I don't 
remember anything else until the next morning.

* * * * *

I woke up first.  Usually I do, because Pierre likes to stay up late 
and get up late.  It took me a few seconds to be really awake and when 
I was I started to remember the strange thing that happened at night, 
with the flashlight and all.  I called over to him and when he didn't 
say anything I called again a few times.  Finally he woke up and put 
his pillow over his head.  But I took my pillow and threw it at him and 
he threw it back but then he was really up.  I asked him if he knew if 
anybody came into the room last night after we turned out the light and 
he said he didn't know because he was asleep.  I told him about the 
door opening and the flashlight, and he said oh, that was probably his 
dad.  His parents have this thing about making sure everybody is in bed 
and safe at night, he says his mom calls it nesting everybody down, but 
his dad calls it a bed check.  I said oh that must be it, but I didn't 
mention the part about lifting my covers.

Later everybody had breakfast together around this big round table in 
the kitchen.  I sat next to Pierre and then came his sisters Alice and 
Jeanie and Mr. and Mrs. Ballentine.  It was fun being in a big family 
and everybody laughed and was happy.  Mr. Ballentine asked if everybody 
had slept okay, and Mrs. Ballentine asked me if I was comfortable 
sleeping in a new place and all, and I said yes, I was fine.  The girls 
mainly giggled a lot and cut their pancakes into doll shapes.

Later after we waited an hour so we wouldn't get cramps everybody went 
swimming.  They have this great dock that sticks out into the lake and 
it's deep enough so you can dive off the end.  Jeanie and Alice floated 
around in little water-wing things, but Pierre and I didn't need 
anything like that because we're good swimmers.  After a while Pierre's 
mom told the girls to come up to the house because they were going to 
make cookies, so only the boys were left.  Mr. Ballentine got a beach 
chair and sat down at the end of the dock to be lifeguard.  As soon as 
the girls left Pierre took off his bathing suit and jumped into the 
water with a big holler.  I looked at Mr. Ballentine and he smiled and 
said sure, why not, so I took off my suit too and jumped in after 
Pierre.  For a long time we swam and practiced diving while Mr. 
Ballentine watched.  One time while I stood watching Pierre get ready 
to dive I laughed and said he had a bubble-butt.  He stuck out his 
tongue and bent himself to make his ass stick out even more, and we 
laughed so much we almost fell off the dock.  I liked the way he 
looked, not when he was kidding like that of course, but just when he 
was getting ready to dive for real, or when he was just standing 
around.  He really did have a bubble sort of butt, and the way it 
looked when he was wet, sort of shiny and round and smooth, but not 
flabby or anything, well I just thought it looked nice.  I joked around 
and made poses with my butt too, which made Pierre crack up big time!  
Mr. Ballentine laughed, and smiled while he watched me.

A few days went by and the bed check thing didn't happen again, so I 
sort of forgot about it.  One night Pierre got out his magazines again 
and wanted to look at them with me so I said okay.  He said great 
because he said he felt a boner coming on.  Then I got an idea.  I said 
why don't we do it in the dark after we turn out the lights.  We can 
use a flashlight to look at the pictures, I said.  We both had 
flashlights in case we had to go down to pee at night.  Pierre said 
that was a cool idea, so we decided we would do it.

So, after we had to blow out the lights, we both got our flashlights 
and sat on the rug on the floor, with our backs leaning against 
Pierre's bed.  He got out his favorite magazine and he told me to hold 
the light on it while he found the picture he wanted, the one he said 
always got his prick hard.  When he found it he said man look at that, 
and started talking about how hot she was, with all her clothes off and 
holding her tits like that.  I held the light on the picture for a 
minute then I asked him, are you getting a boner now?  Oh yeah, he 
said, big time.  I moved the light down to his lap but he had his 
pajamas on of course, but I kidded around and said I don't see 
anything.  He laughed and said oh yeah, well look at this!  He pushed 
down his pajama bottoms and said look now.  I shined the light between 
his legs and now I could see that he was right, he sure did have a 
boner!  His prick was standing straight up and the shiny head was 
almost out of the foreskin thing he has at the end of it.  I don't have 
that because I'm circumcised.  Mom says it's not like we're Jewish or 
anything but she just wanted to have it done for health reasons.  
That's all she said, for health reasons, but she never said what they 
are.  I think she probably doesn't know herself.  Anyway, I was always 
interested about how different Pierre and I looked, and that's why.

Okay, so back to the story.  I had the light shining on Pierre's boner 
while he had the light on the picture of the girl.  He was saying stuff 
about her and about how he'd really like to fuck her, but I don't think 
he would even know how, at least not back then, and all the while his 
prick was sticking up and kind of quivering, and I just held the light 
on it and stared at it.  Right away when I first saw it I began to feel 
funny, like my heart was beating fast and I felt a kind of tingling in 
my own prick.

Then he said to me, do you have a boner too?  I put my hand into the 
fly of my pajamas and I could feel that I was hard, so I said yes, and 
he said let's see it!  So I pushed down my bottoms too, and he shined 
his light on me.  We both laughed when we saw our two pricks both 
standing up straight in the spotlights the flashlights made.  Wow he 
said, she really got you hard too, and I said yes, even though if I was 
honest I'd have to say that I was looking at him more than at her.  
Something about seeing him hard like that and me hard right next to him 
was just so cool, I don't know what.

Anyway, he turned to other pages in the magazine and touched his boner 
and moaned oh man whenever he saw a girl he really liked.  He was 
shining his light mainly on the girls while I went back and forth 
between our hard-ons.  Then all of a sudden we heard his mom call up 
the stairs, are you two boys going to sleep?  I guess she heard us 
laughing or something, so we decided we better get to bed.  He put the 
magazine back under his bed and we both turned off our lights and got 
back in bed.  Pretty soon he was snoring like usual.

I had trouble getting to sleep.  I kept remembering those two 
flashlight circles and our hard-ons sticking up in them and I couldn't 
get it out of my head.  Finally my thoughts calmed down and I yawned 
and began to get sleepy.  That's when I heard the sound again that was 
somebody coming up the stairs.

If you ask me why I did what I did then I couldn't tell you, I don't 
know why I did it.  I had this feeling like I was scared but also real 
excited at the same time, and maybe I just wanted to see what would 
happen next if anything did at all, sort of like an experiment.  I 
don't know what.  Anyway, what I did was I untied the string that held 
up my pajama bottoms and pushed them down a little and I pulled up the 
shirt out of the way so you could see the bottom wasn't tied.  Then I 
lay on my back and pulled the covers back up, and just then I heard the 
doorknob turn.  My heart was going so crazy I was afraid like people 
could actually hear it!  So I told myself to calm down and started 
doing a snore like Pierre was doing so it would seem like I was in a 
real deep sleep.

Then the door opened and by squinting I could see a flashlight coming 
in and I knew that it was going to be a bed check.  And I was right 
because soon I heard the footsteps coming near my bed and right after 
that the covers were lifted up and I knew the light was shining on me.  
Then I heard a sound that sounded like somebody breathing in quick and 
after a couple of seconds the covers were put down but not over me, 
they were put down at my knees instead.  I opened my eyes just a crack 
but I kept up the fake snore too.  The light was shining where my 
pajamas were open and I could feel my heart give a little jump when I 
thought I wonder if my cock is showing?  I closed my eyes tight and 
tried not to breathe too fast.  Then I felt my pajama bottoms spread 
open more and now I knew that my cock was definitely uncovered.  That 
kind of scared me but it also got me sort of excited too, and wondering 
what would happen next.  What happened was probably just what I thought 
would if I'm going to be honest about it.  And probably what I was 
hoping would happen, too.

First, I felt a very light touch on my prick, like it was a test or 
something.  I felt a thrill in my chest but I held my teeth really 
tight together so I wouldn't move or show I was awake.  Then there was 
another touch, but this one was different, really really different.  It 
was real gentle and started right down at my balls and sort of trailed 
up the underside of my prick right to the tip.  It was all I could do 
to keep quiet then because it felt so good, so good I couldn't believe 
it!  Right away I could feel that a hard-on was starting and nothing 
touched my prick while it kept getting bigger.  I could feel that it 
was kind of rising up against my stomach with little jumps, sort of.  
Then the touching began again, the same long touch on the underside 
which really got me hard and stiff and it felt incredible!  It was like 
whoever it was knew all about what my cock felt like even better than I 
did and knew just how to touch it to get it hard.

I lay there trying to keep my breath steady, but it was so hard to keep 
from making a sound because then I felt fingers slide up and down my 
prick a couple of times, and  they played with my balls and sort of 
tickled the tip of my hard-on which felt incredible I can tell you!  I 
never felt anything like that before, not even close.  After about a 
minute I felt a touch sort of like a pat, like a whole hand pressing on 
my hard cock, really gentle and warm.  Then the touching stopped and 
after the flashlight shined for a few seconds on my prick which had 
never been so stiff in my whole life, the covers were lifted up again 
and put back covering all of me.  Then the door opened and the 
footsteps went back downstairs.  It took me a long time to go to sleep 
after that with a boner that didn't want to go away!  Also I felt kind 
of weird, sort of scared and embarrassed, and I didn't know if I should 
say anything to anybody or what.  But if I'm honest I have to say I 
never wanted that touching to stop, I can tell you that!

* * * * *

Well, that's how it began.  I didn't say anything to Pierre because, 
well, I don't know why, I guess because I figured it would be like 
major shit hitting the fan if I did that, and I didn't want to cause 
any trouble.  I mean, it was weird and all, but I didn't think it was 
worth screwing up the whole vacation over.  Maybe I thought it was only 
a dream and boy would it be stupid to get everybody crazy and mad at me 
because of a dream!  Okay, if I'm honest I have to say I knew it wasn't 
a dream, but if it was a dream it sure wasn't the kind of dream that's 
a nightmare!  It was the opposite of a nightmare.  Except, like I said, 
I know it wasn't any kind of dream.

The next day was rainy so nobody wanted to go out and we just hung 
around playing games and stuff.  I really got the kind of feeling you 
get when you're in a family with people not making a big deal about 
being together and doing stuff but just sort of doing your own thing if 
you know what I mean.  I looked around at the other people and even 
though I knew we looked different, because they all have dark hair and 
I'm blond, it still felt like I was another brother in the house.  I 
mean, they didn't know I was having these thoughts about them or 
anything so it was just like I was one of them just sort of hanging out 
like everybody else.  It's really hard to explain, I guess I should 
stop trying to write it in words!

Of course the one thing that wasn't like being in an ordinary big 
family was the thoughts I had about the night before.  I kept thinking 
about that a lot.  And the more I thought about it the more I wanted 
the day to go by fast and night to come again.

Now you're probably wondering didn't he know who the bed check person 
was?  And of course I did and I would have even if Pierre didn't tell 
me after the very first time.  But here's the really funny thing, it's 
like it was two worlds, one when you're awake and up and it's day and 
the other is at night when everything's dreamy and different, sort of 
like a sci-fi different dimension or something.  So the people you see 
in the day are really different from the people you see at night -- 
well not exactly see but you know what I mean -- and in the day it's 
sort of like nothing ever happened at night because it's in a different 
dimension.  Well that's how it seemed to me anyway.

Another thing, people talk a lot about child abuse and I have to laugh 
at that!  I mean hitting and talking real mean is one thing and I 
wouldn't like that but nice soft touching well I can't see how you can 
say that's abuse.  Especially since I liked it, cause I liked it a lot.  
So you can say I'm a poor little abused child but if you do I'll just 
laugh!

Well other stuff happened even though it was a rainy day but like I 
said I'm only going to tell about the main story so I'll skip over to 
the end of the day.  While we were having dinner later I kept looking 
over at Pierre.  I was hoping he was feeling horny again and would want 
to look at his pictures again.  As you can guess it wasn't because I 
wanted to look too but because I liked seeing what a nice stiff boner 
Pierre got when he looked at them.  I can't help it but it just looked 
so sexy when his prick would get bigger when he saw a picture he liked, 
you could actually see it grow like those speed up movies people make 
of flowers growing and opening up, and the shiny head would peek out of 
his foreskin when he really got turned on.  So you can guess I was 
pretty disappointed when I asked Pierre if he wanted to look at 
pictures when we went up to bed and he said no he didn't feel like it.  
I said don't you want to get all hard and we can shine lights on each 
other and everything but he said no again.  I think he was in a bad 
mood because we couldn't go out on the rainy day.  So we just lay in 
bed and I said well maybe it will be sunny tomorrow so we can go 
canoeing, and he said yeah maybe and pretty soon he was asleep.

But I sure wasn't sleepy and I just lay there all fidgety and 
everything.  I reached down and my prick was all hard even though I 
didn't touch it yet.  I kept thinking about the bed check and it kept 
getting harder and I kept it hard by touching it the way I remembered 
from last night.  But I just got more and more jittery because remember 
I didn't know anything about cumming yet!

Anyway it seemed like a long time or maybe I fell asleep off and on but 
then I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs.  At last I thought, 
and then I got an idea and right away took off my pajama bottoms and 
pushed them down by my feet, then I pulled the covers back up and lay 
back with my arms sort of over my head on the pillow and my eyes 
closed.  I bent one of my knees sort of to the side so that my legs 
were more open.  

The door opened and the light moved straight to my bed and without any 
wait at all I felt the covers lifted off me and put down way down by my 
feet.  I heard a sound like a sigh, like somebody going ahhhh real soft 
like a whisper.  Even though my eyes were closed I could tell that the 
flashlight was shining up and down me.  I had pulled my pajama shirt up 
a little when I lay down and now I could feel my prick starting to get 
bigger under the light, I couldn't help it, it was sort of like it had 
a mind of its own.  The thought that he was watching me get a hard-on 
made my heart beat real fast and I was afraid that I was going to start 
panting loud and give myself away that I wasn't asleep.  Maybe he would 
get mad or something or go away but I didn't want that to happen.

But he didn't go away.  Instead he touched me again the way he did 
before but this time it didn't stop when I got hard.  It started the 
same with the real soft touching that made me get hard right away but 
it kept on going with a finger going up and down me real slow and 
touching me where it felt so good.  Then I felt fingers kind of 
brushing up along my balls and then up to the tip of my prick.  That 
happened over and over and I thought I would go crazy cause it felt so 
good but it made me upset too, well not upset exactly because I really 
liked it but it made me feel like I wanted to have more but I couldn't.  
Pierre talks about how the girls in his magazines make him feel teased, 
not teased like calling names or anything but kind of like getting him 
real turned on and all and then telling him he can't fuck them or 
anything, or letting you almost see their pussy but not quite, and 
laughing at you when it gives you a boner.  Not that they actually talk 
to him because they're just in a magazine but he says that's the way 
they make him feel and he calls them prick teasers and cock teasers 
while he looks at them and his prick is sticking up all hard.  Well 
even though I wasn't looking at pictures or anything I guess you could 
say I was feeling teased because I wanted the touching to go faster but 
it stayed slow instead and got me all jittery.  At first anyway.

Then the touching stopped and the light went down low and I figured out 
it was on the bed now down near my knees.  It was one of those big 
lights with the handle on top and it was pointed up between my legs 
shining on my prick and balls and up my stomach.  Then the touching 
started again but it felt different and I knew right away it was 
because two hands were touching me at the same time now, one of them 
was doing the same brushing up and down on my prick and the other was 
sort of touching around on my stomach and the inside of my legs near my 
balls, sort of like just fingertips or fingernails just trailing along, 
not scratching or anything but just being real light and gentle and the 
feeling along with the other hand touching my prick was incredible!  
Then both the hands began moving all around my hard cock, rubbing it 
and touching me all around it.  I didn't have any hair down there yet 
because I'm just starting to get some now so everywhere the hands 
touched me the skin was all smooth, like down at the base of my cock 
and on my balls, so I could feel every touch real well.  I felt like I 
was going to go crazy because all the touching was real light and 
gentle and it was teasing me and I got the feeling that he was doing it 
on purpose almost, but it felt so good and got me so worked up so I 
figured that's why he was doing it to me, teasing me to get me to want 
more and more.  And it did, it really did!  I'm getting hard now just 
remembering about it.

Then he took my penis in his whole hand and gave it a little squeeze 
which made me almost make a sound I think, like almost a little cry.  
Then he made a ring with his thumb and pointer finger and began to move 
it up and down my prick like he was actually jerking me off but real 
slow.  I knew his hands were very strong but the way he was touching me 
so softly made me feel like he was taking care of me and making me feel 
safe and I really liked how that felt, and I liked how he wanted to 
give me all that pleasure at the same time.  I knew he was strong 
because while he was stroking me with one hand he reached under me 
between my legs with the other hand and lifted me up a little so he 
could feel my ass and squeeze it.  I think I spread my legs wider 
without really knowing what I was doing just to make it easier for him 
to do things to me.

Of course he knew I wasn't asleep by now but I guess we both kind of 
played a game pretending that I still was.  I still kept my hands over 
my head on the pillow sort of like I was tied up and couldn't move 
while he did things to me between my legs.  I was biting my lip to keep 
from making a noise because what he was doing to me felt so good!  I 
opened my eyes and looked down to watch his hand stroking me and in the 
glare of the light I saw that his robe was open in front and his own 
cock was sticking out.  I think I did make a sound then sort of like a 
moan or something.  I had never seen a grownup cock before and it was 
standing almost straight up and it looked so big, and so hard!  There 
was dark hair at the bottom and around his balls but none on his penis 
which curved up all veiny and smooth and really really hard.  He had a 
foreskin like Pierre but it was kind of pulled back and the head of his 
prick was out and all swollen and shiny and it looked like there was a 
drop of something wet on the tip.  I think he saw me looking at him 
because he took his hand from under me and started to jerk himself off 
at the same time he was doing it to me.  I loved seeing that and I 
think he knew it because he moved his cock all around so I could get a 
good view of it and his balls.

Then he did what I'll never forget.  Well actually I'll never forget 
any of this but what came next was like my first time.  The head of my 
penis has this little v in the rim and attached to that there's this 
sort of little piece of loose skin on the underside that I guess is 
sort of left over from where the foreskin used to be or something.  
Anyway he took this skin between his thumb and the side of his pointer 
finger like he was going to pinch it or something and began to roll it 
around.  He didn't squeeze very hard but pretty soon I began to feel 
this sweet sweet feeling that kept growing and growing and it was just 
like the sweet sour feeling I got the first time when I climbed the 
pole except that it didn't stop and kept growing more and more and made 
me feel like I could never get enough of how it felt!  Then he began to 
sort of tickle my balls with the fingertips of his other hand and that 
made what he was doing at the top of my prick feel like a million times 
stronger and it felt just sooo so good and it kept feeling more and 
more and then it was like those candies that have sweet syrupy stuff 
inside them and when you bite them it bursts out in your mouth, well it 
was like that and all of a sudden the pleasure feeling in my prick got 
hot and just kind of exploded and shot up like to the sky and all 
through me at the same time and I was almost scared it felt so good, 
and I know I was making lots of noise then and moaning and almost 
crying and moving around on the bed while he held my cock and squeezed 
it and rubbed it up and down and made it feel so good I could die!

I was breathing so hard like I had just run a track meet or something 
and I thought my heart was going to jump out of me.  But after a minute 
I began to calm down and I felt so sleepy but also I felt this nice 
tingling all over me that made me feel relaxed and happy.  I was too 
young then to have stuff come out of my penis when I come so there was 
no wet stuff to clean up.  The light was picked up and moved across the 
floor and the door opened and closed.  While the footsteps went down 
the stairs I could hear Pierre still snoring.  He never woke up during 
everything.  Almost right away I fell asleep too.

* * * * *

That was the last bed check.  There was only a couple of days before we 
had to go home anyway, and we spent a lot of time outside swimming and 
stuff.  Mr. Ballentine was very nice to me and did stuff like muss up 
my hair when I walked by him, and I would sort of lean against him when 
we stood on the dock watching Pierre dive.

The last night we were there Pierre and I looked at his magazines 
again.  We sat in the dark with the flashlights and touched ourselves 
while Pierre looked at the pictures.  I got an idea so I said to 
Pierre, find the picture you like the most and gets you the horniest.  
He said okay and found his favorite picture and pretty soon his prick 
was standing straight up.  Is she teasing you? I said.  Oh yeah he 
said, and I said you want to see something neat?  Sure he said and I 
reached over to touch his prick.  Hey he said, but I said it's okay, 
just look at her and get real turned on, you'll like it.  Okay he said 
and while he looked at the girl I took the skin of his foreskin just 
below the little v and began to roll it around between my thumb and 
pointer finger.  He started to breathe harder and made little whimper 
sounds.  Feel good? I said.  He said yeah real soft, and I said she's 
really teasing you, huh?  He said yes again, and I said want me to 
stop?  I'll stop if you want me to.  He said no that's okay, you don't 
have to stop, you can keep doing it if you want.  I smiled because I 
knew he was the one who wanted me to keep doing it!  I knew exactly how 
it was making him feel, and I knew he didn't want it to stop, ever.  I 
whispered to him, she's teasing you so bad and making your cock need it 
so much!  That just made him whimper again.  All of a sudden I did stop 
and I said okay now you do it to yourself and I will too!  We both 
turned out the lights and got into our beds and we both started rubbing 
our cocks.  I called over to him in the dark, keep doing it, don't stop 
whatever happens.  Okay he said, and I could hear him breathing hard as 
he kept rubbing himself the way I showed him.  I was masturbating too 
while I listened to him, and pretty soon I heard him go oh oh oh 
ohhhhhhh!  I knew he had come so I said did you like that?  Then I 
started moaning myself because I came too.  I heard him panting in the 
dark and then he said, wow oh wow oh wow.  He breathed hard for a 
couple of seconds then he said how did you know how to do that?  I just 
grinned and I said oh I don't know it just came to me!

* * * * *

Well that's it.  Pretty weird, huh?  Well I guess most people would say 
it is, but I don't anymore.  And like I said, I don't feel like I was 
abused or anything like that.  If I'm really going to be honest I'd 
have to say I loved it!  That was two years ago and ever since then 
I've been getting lots of practice with what I learned then.  Pierre 
has, too.  Which leads me to saying, guess what?  After two years I've 
been invited to go to the lake with the Ballentines again!  I'm really 
really looking forward to it, and later maybe I'll have another story 
to tell.  We'll see.

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