This is a story about the growing up and coming of age of a typical Ohio boy by the name of Jason as told to me through the exchange of a series of Email. It is a true story detailing true events with only the names, including Jason's, having been changed to protect the travellers we meet along the way. We continue Chapter Two shortly after Brandon decides to stop messing around and as Jason commences his sexploration. The words and music to "Every Time I Turn Around' is copyright by Judy Hart Angelo and Gary Portnoy. Comments about the story can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com and those who wish to correspond directly with Jason may do so at journeyofjason@yahoo.com
CHAPTER TWO: CHILDHOOD MOONERS, DOCTORS AND MASTURBATORS
I accept Brandon's decision with the resoluteness of all children, just as my seven-year- old mind accepts that a favorite television show is not on again in the fall, that friends move away and that adults have my life planned out for me. Well, that part of my life that they are aware of anyway. Even as a child, there are, for all boys, thankfully times when you are in control of your own life. It is those secret times that this journey is all about. I'm now in Grade One and have many new things to occupy my young mind and so very much about life to explore. So, the days go by and the seasons pass in that slow, lazy way that time passes when you are a child. Summer comes and goes, I turn eight and get a Nintendo for my birthday, fall arrives, and I pass on to Grade Two. During the day I and my friends attend classes and in the evenings and on weekends we play and explore those secret things, and at the age of eight there are many secret things to explore. It is a good life.
One of my good buddies is one of my neighbors just kitty corner across the alley, Kyle Rideau. He lives in a big white two-story house with a large rec room type area next to his bedroom which we use as our playroom and a very large living room. The rooms have these super high ceilings, but his house is always sort of dark inside. My dad refers to him and his family as the Weirdo's, and even at the age of eight I know they are strange by anyone's standards. Kyle's sister is a bit of a screwball and Kyle can be a bit messed up at times himself. His father is always into something illegal, but is always one step ahead of the law. When he is home he and his wife are forever screaming at each other over one thing or another. His mom is an emotional wreck, which isn't a surprise I guess considering how she and Kyle's dad are always fighting. My mom doesn't trust his dad, so I'm not allowed to go over to Kyle's house when his dad is around.
Kyle, me and my very best friend in the world, James, really love cartoons and often watch them together, and when we play in Kyle's backyard we sometimes pretend to be one of the characters, like one of the Thundercats or Silverhawks or one of the Ghostbusters from the television show. Whenever the Ghostbusters get a call about a ghost and go into action they go into this machine where they get thrown onto a mat and stripped down to their boxers to change them into their Ghostbuster fighting clothes. When we're in Kyle's playroom, we bare it all, dropping our pants and underwear down to our knees or sometimes even our ankles when we pretend to change, except for James who is really shy and wraps himself up in the curtain so we can't see him when it is his turn. It is one of those sheer type curtains so he turns around too so that all we can see is a bit of his butt through the curtain. Like I said before, nudity is no big deal in my house and I find it funny that he is so shy about it. It is my first lesson that not everyone feels the same way as my family.
Kyle is a year younger than I and doesn't have such a problem. He thinks a lot like I do. Like one time while he and I are playing, I have to go pee and like I usually do I just reach down and pinch myself when it gets bad so I don't have to get up and interrupt our playing. This time that isn't good enough so I finally tell Kyle that I have to stop and go take a pee. Kyle says he wants to go pee with me. Well, I think back right off to peeing with Brandon and how exciting it was watching him and being watched by him and I have no problem with Kyle's wish! So we go to the bathroom together and pull out our dicks and pee in the bowl, and Kyle says we have to be careful not to "cross streams" which in the cartoon is something Ghostbusters have to be careful to avoid. Well, that is not so easy to avoid when you are peeing in a toilet bowl, and especially when you can't keep your eyes off the other guy's dick! A funny feeling passes over me as I stand there peeing and watching his yellow stream jetting out of his limp dick, sort of the same excited feeling I get when somebody gives me a present and I'm unwrapping it, sort of all tense and apprehensive, but feeling excited in a good way. Kyle looks down to be sure our streams aren't crossing and I notice he glances over at my dick and I get this sort of even tenser feeling knowing he's looking at my dick peeing. It really feels great. I've been holding back a long time and have to go really bad so he has a long look, which is fine with him, and certainly fine with me. Peeing together is the closest thing to sex that two buddies can do together.
The stairs that go to the second level in his house are in his living room. They go up half way, do a 180-degree turn, and then go up the other way. One day when just Kyle and I are playing in the living room he looks at me and asks if I'd like to play doctor. Well, again I remember the fun Brandon and I had playing doctor, and again I readily agree. I start following him up the stairs, thinking we are going to his bedroom or the playroom, but instead he stops at the landing and says it is his office. Well, I ask if he's not afraid we might get caught and he says that while one of us examines the other, the other guy can keep a lookout down the steps to be sure nobody is coming. Well, that sounds okay to me. When you are eight and seven years old you take all kinds of daring chances without really knowing you are, and without thinking of the consequences.
So I drop my pants and underwear and lay down on the landing and Doctor Kyle begins to examine my body, going directly for my penis and testicles. None of this messing around pretending to take my pulse and telling me to stick out my tongue for us! I lie there looking down the stairs, my ears perked for the slightest noise and my heart speeding up while the doctor picks up my penis and examines it closely and then rubs my balls and stretches out the skin of my sac. He spends a long time checking me out down there and I don't mind at all.
Then it is my turn and I pull up my pants and underwear and Kyle pushes his down and lies down on the landing. Kyle wears his blond hair cut short and has glasses and he still has his baby fat, making him look a little pudgy. I kneel there and examine my patient, going straight for his dick like he did. That is after all the real purpose of playing doctor.
So I pick up his limp dick, and it brings back great memories of when Brandon and I messed around with each other. We've both been told that a guy's dick is a very private part of a person's body, so we know this is something we are not supposed to be doing. We also know being allowed not just to see each other's things but actually touch them is an indication of our close friendship though at that age you don't think of things like that in quite those terms, especially boys. His penis is much the same as mine, as are his balls. I gently tug on his penis, pretending to examine it, and I rub his smooth, sensitive balls. It is fun, and exciting, and we play doctor several other times after that first time, but we never go any farther. I don't know why.
My other friend, my very best friend, James, is totally adorable. He is only six months older than I but is in the next grade on account of when our birthdays are. His blond hair has a little orange in it and he is very thin, almost as thin as I. One day when we are in my bedroom we get tired of playing with my toys and are just sort of sitting there with my Fisher Price town and my toy airport and my Hot Wheels tracks and my cars and trucks and airplanes scattered all around us. I think every toy I own has been taken out of the big toy box my uncle, my mom's brother, made for me.
"So, what do you wanna do?"
"I dunno what do you wanna do?" I respond, twisting the wooden spindles in the headboard of my bed. They make a loud squeaking noise of wood rubbing against wood that drives my mom crazy but I love.
"I dunno."
"You wanna compare dicks?" I ask after a moment.
"Okay," he says with a shrug, to my total surprise. Like I said before, he is so shy he even wraps himself in a curtain when we play Ghostbusters. I figure he must be really bored, or maybe finally all this time with me he's starting to lose his shyness.
Anyway I'm not going to waste anytime in case he changes his mind so I quickly pull down my pants and underwear and after a very long second he pulls his down and we check each other out. I'm surprised to see this tiny mole at the tip of his penis and I think about asking him about it but I decide not to. We don't do anything else, just look at each other.
Shortly after that, James and I are playing cops and robbers in the back yard on my swing set when we have our first piss together. I guess having finally shown me his dick, he wasn't so concerned about me seeing it anymore. Anyway we go between the shed and garage so we can't be seen. Like with all boys we have too much to do to be bothered going all the way to the bathroom when we don't have to, and peeing together becomes a common practice. Like with Kyle, we combine pissing with our Ghostbuster play and have the same fear of crossing streams. Also like with Kyle I love to watch James taking a piss and as soon as we pull out our dicks I glance over at him out of the corner of my eye. I love to watch the beginning as he is just standing there holding his dick and his pee suddenly spurts out of his peehole. Sometimes I'll hold back so I can just watch his yellow stream flowing out of his dick, and then when he is just about done I'll start, and as I look straight ahead I know he is watching me. Knowing that he is watching me do something so private really gets me feeling excited, especially knowing how shy he is and how hesitant he is to do anything naughty.
One of the fun games we play is with a little green stuffed frog with glasses and an umbrella I have whom we name Doctor Sex on account of he sort of looks like a doctor might. Actually, he sort of looks like an English gentleman. James and I make drawings and then line up some of my puppets and stuffed animals and Doctor Sex teaches them about sex, and then has some of them demonstrate for the others. It is fun and having my stuffed friends messing round with each other is almost as good as me messing around with James. So when Doctor Sex tells Rolf from the "Muppet Show" and Dumb Doggie, one of my favorite stuffed friends made of a thin pillow material, about sucking dick and Rolf goes down on Dumb Doggie it is like me going down on James. Dumb Doggie had to have a lot of lessons, the lucky dog!
Another television show I love to watch is Punky Brewster and I have this eight-year- old's crush on Punky.
Maybe the world is blind
Or just a little unkind
Don't know
Seems you can't be sure
Of anything anymore
Although
You maybe be lonely and then
One day you're smiling again
Every time I turn around
I see the girl who turns my world around
Standing there
Every time I turn around
Her spirit's lifting me right off the ground
What's going to be?
Guess we'll just wait . . . and see
One of the toys I and my friends think is pretty cool is my Cabbage Patch Playhouse, not the action figure toy, but an actual playhouse, five foot tall and six foot wide and four foot deep with windows and a door and a table inside. It is big enough for us to actually get inside. When James sleeps over and we get ready for bed I sometimes sit beside it and rub a magazine with Punky's picture in it over my dick and pretend we are having sex while James sits on the Smurfs comforter on my bed and watches. James thinks it is funny and sits there and laughs, but whenever I try to get him to do it, he won't.
Another time when James is sleeping over we talk about what it would be like to have girlfriends with us, and what we would do with them if we did. Of course when you are nine and eight you have a pretty simple view of dating and what it takes to get a girl to have sex with you. Anyway, I have these two bears, about two and a half feet tall, the Heart to Heart Bear that has a heart beat when you hug it, and a big stuffed polar bear. Well, we decide to pretend they are our girlfriends and pull down our pants and underwear and hump them. If only life were that simple! It is only for a couple minutes, but I do get a chance to have a quick look at James's dick. I guess in all our play I am trying to get James to go farther, to do stuff with me, but he never does. Other than when we are humping our pretend girlfriends, he and I only see each other naked those times when pissing or changing for bed during sleep overs, which are always over at my house except for once at James'.
One Sunday when none of my friends are around to play I'm looking around for something to do when I spot this videotape my mom had taped from the television of Short Circuit 2. Well, I think the Short Circuit movies are the funniest there are and so I stick the tape into the VCR in the living room and begin to play with my dinosaur toys. The movie ends and being too lazy to get up and shut off the tape I just leave the VCR running and continue to play. After about five minutes of static, the screen suddenly comes back on and I look up and see this orgy going on. Well, I'm so shocked at the sight of these naked men and women kissing and caressing each other and all this naked butt and boobs and boners and pussy I don't know what to do. I just sit there gaping with my eyes wide as saucers as this guy, a Mister Butler, who is very feminine looking and my eight-year-old mind thinks at first is a girl with a dick, opens the door and these guests come into the living room. Well, there's about ten of them in all, and they get right at it. I just sit there not believing what I'm seeing as this woman gets fucked and is sucking dick at the same time and this guy and woman begin to sixty-nine. I watch to the end of the movie, about ten minutes, and then quickly jump up, rewind and take the tape out and put it back, feeling guilty as heck and glad that my mom, who is upstairs in her bedroom watching television at the time, hadn't come down and caught me.
Another one of my cousins is Mitch, who is about two years younger than I. He, his mom, dad, and older sister Sally, live almost four hours away so we only see each other at Christmas and occasionally during the summer. That Christmas we are at my other grandma's house, my dad's mother, which is where Mitch and his family always stay when they come to visit. We go out to an Italian restaurant and when we come back Mitch goes upstairs to my grandma's room to change for bed. Well, I go up to say goodby and without thinking or knocking like a typical eight-year-old, I go in and he is sitting there on the floor between the two beds naked. Well, I sort of blurt out that I came to say goodby and quickly turn around and walk back out somewhat embarrassed. As I step back into the hallway Sally is walking down the hall in just her panty hose and, again like a typical eight-year-old, I stop and stare, having a good long look at her ass. Well, I am eight years and five months old after all! Both incidences are pretty innocent compared to some of the stuff I'd already gotten into, but the sight of Mitch sitting there on the floor naked and of Sally's ass in her tight, sheer panty hose happily occupy my mind the rest of that winter and through spring and summer of the following year. My brother graduates that June, and I move from the back bedroom into the front bedroom which he had occupied, taking my bed, toy box, and stuffed animals with me. It has light blue walls and a light blue carpet with flecks of black, quite pretty. And, I get my own television for my ninth birthday!
That August my brother marries, a real psycho. I swear she is fucking nuts. She beats him with a two by four and rips phone cords out of the wall when she gets angry. She works on a farm and one day one of the cows kicks her and she gets up and knocks the cow out with her bare fist, one punch! .
Another two of my friends are David and Derek. They are twins and only one day apart from James. David loves to moon people. Right beside the steps leading down to the basement is an odd shower. Sometimes when I am over at their house either David or Derek go and take a shower. While Derek and I are sitting there playing Nintendo I'd look up and there would be David's bare ass sticking out of the curtain waving back and forth at us. He is a little taller than I, with short brown hair and glasses. He and Derek don't look at all alike.
Nor do they act alike. Not once when I've been at their house has Derek ever mooned me. That doesn't mean I've never seen his ass. Sometimes when David and I are playing in the basement Derek goes to shower, and David and I sneak over and yank back the curtain to take a peek at him, or mostly just to bug him. I've never seen his dick, but I have had a few great glances of his ass. Of course Derek and I do the same to David when he showers, but he doesn't care who sees his ass so it isn't near as much fun.
They and their kid brother live in a two-story house, white with green trim, just a couple houses down from James. When we are at their place us kids all play in the basement, which smells like a dog on account of the room connecting to the playroom is the dog's room, but when you are a kid you don't notice that much. There are four rooms and a toilet downstairs, one big room everyone plays in with a smaller room for their dog connected to it, one smaller room with laundry equipment, and a smaller one with weight stuff. One day David, Derek, James, Kurt and I are playing Nintendo in the basement when David suddenly pulls his sweat pants down and shows his boner to everyone. It is average size for a ten-year-old but it comes up and curves about forty-five degrees at the tip, something I've never seen before and which impresses my nine-year-old mind.
David and Derek's younger brother, Todd, is four years younger and his parents make us kids play with him. He likes to imitate David by mooning others. He is a little slow and way overweight, close to ninety pounds, so his fat ass is quite the sight. He also has this wrestling move called the Earthquake where he runs at someone who is laying on his back and jumps on their chest. He does it naked and I don't really enjoy it, but it does allow me to get to see his little dick up close. It is uncut, the first and only uncut cock I've ever seen in person.
My friend Kurt, who lives next to David and Derek, is fat too, fifty pounds overweight, and two years younger than I am. We are watching a tape of the Muppet Show one day over at my house that fall and I get up and go to pee. I'm feeling bored so when I come back I return with my boner sticking out of my fly. "Hey, look at this," I say and Kurt casually glances over at me but he doesn't stare or anything and I'm sort of disappointed that is all he does. He does look over at me every now and then though, so I tell him since he's seen mine he has to show me his. He just smiles nervous like and shakes his head.
"Com'on, you saw mine."
"You showed it to me."
"Yeah, well, fair's fair. You still got to show me yours."
He shakes his head. "My Mom will find out and I'll be in trouble for sure."
"She'll never know."
"She'll find out, somehow."
"I'll never tell," I persist.
"I'll show you my asshole instead," he offers as a compromise.
Well, I'd prefer to see his dick, but I accept his compromise. So he pulls down his shorts and bends over and pulls apart his cheeks and shows me his butthole. I don't understand why he is so afraid to show me his penis but will bend over and show me his asshole, which to me is the most private of places. However, in this journey of mine as I extend my sexploration into unknown territory while at the same time discovering the wondrous world of grade three, I'm learning that some people have some strange ideas.
Well, another year passes by and I turn ten, getting my own VCR for my birthday, and enter grade four, the senior grade in our elementary school. My light blond hair has been getting darker and is now a light brown. Off and on for the past two years I'd been trying to find the tape that I'd seen when I was eight, and growing more and more frustrated that I can't find it and angrier and angrier with myself for not having hidden it away the day I'd found it. There was one plus to my lack of thought. That fall in the course of my search, I do make another find, in one of my parents' drawers, a collection of dildos, vibrators and various other sex toys and stuff. One of the toys is called a Sexplorer. It is a plugin device that has different attachments like a small dildo about three inches long, and the one thing I really love, a small cup-like thing that you can put your dick in. The machine has two speeds and vibrates when you turn it on. I love the feelings I get from it and unbeknownst to my parents I borrow the toy and take it to my room whenever I can. I also try the dildo up my ass a few times with a condom over it to save the hassle of having to clean the dildo of lube and other things it might get from going where the sun don't shine. When I'm done I toss it up on the shelf at the top of my closet. It is about six and a half feet off the floor and about two feet deep so you need a chair to take anything down. Later I stuff it in a pop can and throw it away to get rid of it.
The toys are fun, but it is the movie that I want and I keep pestering my parents to look for it, and luckily Short Circuit is a movie geared toward kids so they don't get suspicious why I'm so keen about finding it. Well, that fall I finally find it again, totally unexpectedly, and I immediately take it to my room and watch it right through, four hours and ten minutes of hard core porn! It has "The Rise of the Roman Empress" with the Italian politician Cicciolina and John Holmes, "Debbie Does Em All," a short threesome with Marilyn Chambers, and a little bit of "Coffee Tea or Me."
In "The Rise of the Roman Empress" Cicciolina is playing the role of a sexual social worker and John Holmes has to do community service and is assigned to help her. They go around having sex with people and at the end they have an orgy with all the people they helped. When I first see John Holmes' monster thirteen-inch dick it totally blows my ten-year-old mind. I had no idea a guy's dick could get so huge and I'm so surprised I can't believe it is real! Well, needless to say I sit there that night my eyes glued to the screen, and the next day I call over James, who is after all my very best friend, almost like my brother, and share my find with him.
It is also around this time that I discover masturbation. I say discover because I think of it all by myself. Nobody tells me the big secret, and I don't read about it anywhere. It happens one day when I'm not feeling well and stay home from school. I'm up in my room watching game shows and decide to put the movie in. I'd been watching it almost every day since I'd found it and at ten years of age I couldn't get enough of it! Well, I watch a little bit of it and notice when the guy is about to cum he pulls on his dick. Well, I think about that and form a circle with my fingers and I start thinking that would be sort of like a pussy and I could try to have fake sex with my hand. So I form a fist and wrap my fingers about my boner and begin to pump it like I saw the guy in the video do. I do it for about twenty minutes and at first it feels pretty neat but after a while my arm feels like it is about to fall off. I figure maybe I was wrong about my idea or maybe that is all there is to real sex, having a boner and the pleasant feeling of having a swollen, throbbing dick between your legs. I am about to quit when it happens, my very first orgasm. My dick goes all numb and fizzy like your upper lip feels when you drink soda pop, and a muscle in my right thigh trembles and my leg jerks as the wave passes all the way down to my foot. I'm not sure what is happening, but I figure it must be the good feeling people get when they have sex.
Anyway, my arm hurts like heck and I'm sort of scared the way it made my leg jerk and my dick go all funny and I decide I'll never try that idea again. Well, I imagine all ten-year's or however old a guy is the first time he experiences that tells himself the same thing. A week later, I just can't resist trying it a second time to see if I get the same feeling. Again it takes me forever and my arm is getting sore again, but I keep going, wondering now if I can produce the same effect, and of course I eventually do. After that I am hooked and I start to do it every week, happily beating off up in my room as winter and spring come and go, working up the strength in my right arm and cutting down the time before it happens to the ignorant bliss of my parents as I progress through my fourth grade of school and pass on to grade five and a new school up by the city park.
It is that summer that my brother gets a divorce from his psycho wife and I decide to tear my bed apart with a hammer and I get a bunk bed, one of the A-frame type with the double bed on the bottom and the single bed on top. I of course love sleeping on the top bunk and each morning I flip head over heels over the rail and end on my feet. That summer my cousin Mitch and his family come to visit us for a while. As usual they stay at our grandma's house. We go down to the pool at the Moose Lodge and when we change into our swim suits I get to see his dick again, and this time his ass. He is eight or maybe nine now, but his dick hasn't changed any. When we come back out and take off our swim suits I get another chance to see him naked, and I notice he's sort of glancing over at me and trying not to be noticed. Well, I dry myself off and change back into my clothes really slow to give him a good chance to check me out, and I notice that he does the same, giving me a good look at his stuff. We don't do anything else, but afterward I think about it when I'm jacking off and having the mental image of him standing there naked in the change room and of him trying to secretly check me out to jack off to gets me extra hot.
David is not the only one of my friends who is a mooner. Jarred is another. Jarred and I are in the same grade and met way back in kindergarten. He has black hair and is on the chubby side and whereas I tend to be on the shy side, he is as outgoing as any boy can be. He came in and sat down next to me that first day in kindergarten and just started talking my ear off. We hit if off great and started going to each other's houses to play right away. He has a swimming pool out back, and often while we are playing he'll pull his pants and underwear down in the back and walk around with his ass sticking out. Like David, Jarred doesn't care who sees his ass.
The weekend before we start fifth grade, I spend the night at his house and we watch a baseball movie. They have two couches in the living room so we each choose one to lie on while we watch the movie and we make little tents on them. While we watch, I lay in my tent and reach down and jack off. By then I am doing it at least two times a day and can't help myself it feels so good. Toward the end of the movie Jarred gets down on the floor and he pulls his pants down in front and reveals a boner. I cannot believe what he did but I quickly get off the cot and join him on floor and pull mine out. We compare sizes. Mine is a bit longer but Jarred has a hell of a lot more hair than I do despite the fact I'm eleven and he is ten at the time, and a very distinguishable blue vein running down the top of his penis. I got to see his dick several times after that night saying I wanted to see that vein.
After the movie we go into his bedroom and strip off our clothes and crawl into his bed. We talk for about an hour and I "accidentally" brush my hand against his ass a couple of times. Jarred had to have felt me since he suggests we put our underwear back on in case his mother looks in on us in the morning. I'm disappointed but what he suggests makes sense so I can't argue and I don't know how to go about suggesting we do anything. So we talk a while longer and go to sleep.
It is around that time, around fifth grade, that I decide I want to see as many dicks as I can. I have always known that I enjoy looking at both guys and girls, probably clear back to my experiences with Brandon. I never really thought there was anything wrong with it. I go to the school restroom every recess even though I don't have to go on the off chance I'll see a guy at the urinals. My new school consists of just grades five and six and most guys at that age aren't hung up on being seen and I get plenty of chances to satisfy my curiosity. I remember hearing that in middle school guys have to change their clothes for gym class and I can't wait!
It is one day when I'm in the boys room that two guys, best friends forever and I don't want to say in the bad crowd but more that they were real showoffs, come in.
There are three urinals and I am at the end. The really cute one takes the middle and the real showoff stands in front of the one at the other end. To my joy I get to check out the cute one for at least a minute. He has a real cute dick and watching him pissing with it is hot. They finish before I am done and go to wash their hands. The showoff calls my name and I turn around to find him mooning me. They laugh and I act embarrassed and turn back around to the urinal, but my dick is starting to rise. He calls my name again and I turn around once more, this time to find him flashing me. He has a very nice dick. For the next few weeks, I use that incident as my main jack off image.
It is also around that time that I come for the first time. Like I said, I am doing it at least twice a day by then, in the back seat of the minivan while my mom or my dad is driving, at my friends' houses while we are watching television or even just talking, and of course at home either on my bed or on the floor in front of my bed. I'm also watching my porn video almost daily, and I use the school year book to look at classmates while I jerk off, boys and girls though most often boys, and often one of my elementary year books that had a picture of this friend two years younger than I that I would have done anything for the chance to do something with him.
Anyway, I'm sitting there happily beating my boner one day after school, enjoying the throbbing pleasure and the building pressure in my loins as I imagine me having an orgy with my classmates much like the orgy Mister Butler has in the porn movie. As I reach my orgasm I forget the fantasy and just concentrate on the throbbing pleasure between my legs as my leg begins to spasm, and then I have this feeling like I'm about to pee. That feeling I've never had before and it comes as a surprise. I feel my pee gushing up the core of my boner and even though I've seen the guys in the video squirting their stuff I don't connect the two. I clench my peehole closed hoping to hold it back but of course the force and the speed are too great and the next thing I know I'm squirting my stuff. It is the thin, runny cum of a preteen and it sprays my stomach and runs down over my hips and down over my pubes and my tight, swollen balls. It is only then that I realize my balls have drawn up tight under my boner. Well, I just sit there sticky and hot and sort of in shock, and I'm thinking, holy shit, I've cum! I sit there for the longest time staring at my thin, watery cum and thinking how fucking great it had felt and how wet and sticky I am. After that day I have even more incentive to jerk off.
One day after I'd been cumming for a few months, something strange happens. I am on the couch in the living room and decide to have a go at it. It is about two a.m. so everyone is in bed. Pulling my shorts down just below my balls so I can quickly pull them back up in case I hear anything, I begin to stroke. No matter how many times I do it, I can't get enough of the hot, throbbing sensation of my boner and the build up of tension in my groin, and of course now squirting my load. It only takes me a few minutes to reach my orgasm and I'm laying there waiting for my stuff but nothing comes out. Well, that totally freaks me out. One thought is that maybe all my jerking has hurt something inside my dick which is preventing my cum from coming out. Another thought is that maybe I've run out of cum. Now I've never once considered that ever since I found out a guy squirts, and that is too scarey to even consider. My shorts are pulled up tight against my balls, and my eleven-year-old mind wonders if maybe they didn't get a chance to bounce around enough, and as a result didn't get stimulated enough and so I didn't shoot.
Well, the next day I don't know if I should give my balls a rest or if I should take a chance and do it again or what. If I've hurt myself, I certainly don't want to do anything that might hurt me further. At the same time, I have to find out if something's wrong because not knowing is going to kill me. Most important of all, after pounding my dick daily, I need to experience the pleasure I've become accustomed to. Well, as soon as I come home from school I head straight up to my room. Sitting on my bed with my heart high in my chest in apprehension and worry, I push my pants and my underwear right down so my balls will have total freedom to bounce, and I even purposefully tug on my dick especially vigorously to give them extra bounce. To the relief of my eleven-year-old mind, when I reach my orgasm, it is a nice, long wet one. I never have a dry orgasm since, and that last experience I will remember even better than my first wet one.
That January Jarred comes over to watch a Pay Per View wrestling event and stay the night. When the show is over, we go up to my room and I take my clothes off since the last time at his house that is what we did. To my disappointment Jarred stays dressed. Well, I figure it is time to share my secret find.
"Wanna see something really cool?"
"Sure."
I pop in the video and we sit there on my bed and watch it. I glance over at Jarred once in a while but he doesn't notice. His mouth is wide open and his eyes glued to the tv monitor.
"Don't you want to take your clothes off?"
"No, not yet."
"Aren't you at least going to take your dick out?"
He hesitates but then pulls down his fly and pulls out his dick, I suspect because he is getting a boner and it is getting uncomfortable. We continue watching the movie, and I'm wondering how Jarred is feeling and if he's getting as horny as I am. I certainly hope he is.
"So, whatcha think?"
"Oh fuck! That is so fucking hot! I've never fucking seen nothing like that!"
"Yeah, it's hot," I say. "And that's not all that's hot," I add as I grope myself, hoping he'll take the hint.
"Except for that part where that stuff shoots out of the guy's dick."
"What do you mean?"
"There's no fucking way a guy shoots stuff out his dick like that," he says authoritatively.
I just sort of sit there, this time with my mouth open. I don't know what to say. I know for a fact that guys can do it, but how does a guy tell another that he's been shooting for the past several months? I don't even know if Jarred knows about masturbation, never mind how he feels about guys who do it. I know not every guy knows about it and some guys even think it is wrong, so I keep quiet.
Well, Jarred begins to play Nintendo and my chance to pursue doing anything with him is gone so I lie down behind him and start to masturbate. I think about Jarred sitting there on my bed watching the movie with his dick hanging out of his pants, and just the image of him sitting there gets me really turned on. I am almost there when he turns around and I stop stroking immediately but I know he's seen me. He doesn't say anything about it and just asks if I'm not going to play. Well, I think of suggesting we play something else, but worried what he might think of me I figure I'd better not. So, I reluctantly stop what I am doing, put my clothes back on and play Nintendo with him. When we go to bed we talk for a while, about school and wrestling and stuff, and go to sleep.
A few weekends later he comes over and spends the night again, and of course we watch the movie some more.
"That's fucking awesome, except for those fucking fake scenes."
Well, I've been thinking about his comment since the last time he was over, and this time I'm ready. "They're not fake."
"Com'on, there's no fucking way a guy can shoot that stuff out his penis like that."
"Wanna bet?"
"What you mean?"
"I can."
"You're kidding," he says, and I can see the disbelief in his eyes, but the curiosity too.
"No. I can. Honest."
"For real?"
"Yeah."
"How?"
"I call it having fake sex. I can show you."
"Okay," he says with an eager grin, still not sure if I'm pulling his leg.
"You should try it too."
He thinks for a moment, and I figure he's going to say no, but curiosity gets the best of him and he agrees, though I can tell reluctantly. I inhale nervously with apprehension and excitement as I begin to take off my pants, and my heart is beating like mad as I watch Jarred remove his pants and underwear. I show him how to stroke it and we start to do it. My dick is bigger than his and I wrap my fingers about my boner, except for my pinky which I've gotten into the habit of holding up in the air. Jarred's is smaller so he rubs his with his thumb and first two fingers in a U shape. I know I'd better not stare but I can't keep my eyes off him. It is the first time I've ever see another guy stroking himself, and it is way better than watching a guy do it on the tv screen. So I sit there watching him pumping his fingers up and down his stiff dick as I pump mine, and I notice he glances over at me every once in a while, to see what is happening and curious too I guess, having never done it before and me being the first guy he's ever seen doing it. Sitting there on my bed doing it together gets me hot faster than usual, and it is not long before I'm ready to shoot.
Jarred stops right away and sits there and watches me. That is so wild sitting there engaging in my "fake sex" and feeling my cum about to squirt and having one of my best friends sitting there watching me. Well, I squirt a few thin squirts of my stuff onto the back of my hand like I've been doing since I've begun cumming and when I stop I look up at him. He is sitting there gaping at my boner and the back of my hand, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging open.
"Fuck," he says, staring at my puddle of stuff on the back of my hand. I raise my arm and stick out my tongue and lick the cum up.
Jarred wrinkles up his nose. "Eww. That's sick."
"It's cool actually," I reply with a knowing grin. "Wanna try it?" I ask, holding out my hand.
"No fucking way."
"Well, you can try your own," I reply, glancing down at his boner.
He hesitates for a moment, but curious and, I suspect, having enjoyed rubbing his boner, he slips his thumb and first two fingers about his still stiff dick and begin to jack off once more. I sit there on the bed beside him and watch, but it is his first time, and after a bit longer his arm gets tired and sore. He's disappointed but I tell him the same happened to me the first time and that if he keeps doing it he'll build up the strength in his arm. That night sure shut him up about how the movie was a fake anyway.
A few months later, Jarred comes over to watch Wrestlemania and for another sleep over again, and of course to watch my porn video.
"I've started shooting too," he says as I put the video in the machine.
"Yeah?" I reply, grinning over at him.
"It's fucking great," he says. "I love it."
"Told ya so," I say with a grin.
Later that night we take off our clothes and sit there on my bed and jack off together. It is so fucking hot sitting there watching Jarred rubbing his boner with his thumb and first two fingers, and having him glancing over at me occasionally to watch me jacking off mine. When he comes he does it like I do, on the back of his hand, and it is so hot seeing another guy shooting his stuff besides myself and on a tape. I just sit there staring at his stuff shooting out of his dick and forming a watery blob on the back of his hand, and then I shoot off too and he sits there with his cock still stiff and the tip wet with his stuff as he watches me go off.
And then we raise our hands to our mouths and lick up our cum, glancing over at each other and smiling. We don't have to say anything. After than whenever Jarred comes over to play or watch tv we eventually pop in my video and we stroke off watching it, and occasionally I would take my movie over to his house and we would sit on the floor in his room and watch it and stroke.
A bit later Jarred gets his own porn video, a movie called "The Spirit of 69" that he gets from a friend, and of course he invites me over to his house to see it. It is back in the time of the Revolutionary War and has George Washington fucking Betsy Ross. Throughout the movie there is a group of revolutionary war soldiers singing in a pirate type manner:
Yo, ho, bring on the wrenches,
Bring on the rum and the ale,
Yo, ho, bring on the wrenches,
Tomorrow we ride into Yale.
We figure it is a funny and odd film, but at that age anything that shows sex is hot.
Jarred's bed is one of those day beds that has a mattress underneath the top one that you can pull out and that comes up level with the top one to make the bed into a double bed. It is along one wall facing the television. I lie on my back lengthways on the floor next to the bed watching the tv upside down and Jarred sits propped up against the wall. I watch him most of the time instead of the movie, loving the sight of him jacking himself off. He catches me and tells me to stop looking at him. I go back to the movie but keep glancing back at him, finding him much more interesting and much hotter. He tells me to stop again and pretending defiance, I say no and stare at him all the harder, like I'm joking, and we both keep jacking off, both of us feeling too randy to stop. I love the way his balls look, almost like half a peach sitting there, a little fuzzy with two orbs sitting inside. It is great. I come pretty hard that day, and Jarred comes a few minutes after I do.
A few weeks later Jarred invites me to stay overnight. I am excited about seeing his stuff again. He puts in his "The Spirit of 69" movie and opens his bed up into a double bed and we lie down on it, him on his side and me on the mattress that pulls up, and begin watching the video. He pulls the cover up and starts playing with himself under the blanket. I am disappointed but I know he isn't going to pull the blanket back off no matter how much I try to convince him. I decide to see if he will take it off when I'm not looking so I tell him I am tired and going to pull the blanket up over my head so the movie won't disturb me and go to sleep. When I pull the blanket up, I make sure there is a small gap I can see through and settle down. To my delight it works! As soon as I stop moving he pulls his blanket down and goes to work, not knowing I am watching his every move. I watch for probably close to thirty minutes and decide I need to get off, bad. So I pull my head out of the top of covers, figuring by then he won't stop, but to my disappointment he pulls his back up and covers himself. So I keep my dick covered and start jacking too, the two of us laying side by side and almost touching each other in his day bed, in the bed where he sleeps every night. I blow harder than I ever have before, to the tune of "yo, ho, bring on the wrenches." I cover my stomach and chest and soak the blanket and the bed. It is unreal. Worst part is it is the thin runny cum of a preteen that goes everywhere. So I get up and clean off in the bathroom and go back to bed and we both fall asleep.
I have never had a wet dream in my life, but my first sexual dream that I can remember is when I am in fifth grade. There are actually four dreams that I remember and that I use for jerk off material that year. The one that I really like involves me, Jarred and James. In the dream they are up in my room fooling around and I walk in and surprise them. It leads to a three-way with us in various positions and pairings. Later when I recalled the dream, I would sometimes put in various other people that I found attractive. Another dream I have that year involves my cousin Mitch. In the dream he is either a game show host or a news reporter or something like that. I am in my bed and he is reporting on me and I have him get in and we fool around. In the dream he isn't into it and that turns me on more than if he'd been eager. I really don't remember ever having a sexual dream about a female. They were always about guys, mostly guys I know and some experiences we had or I had thought up.
That June, the end of my fifth grade, the teachers pull all the girls out of class for a big meeting while we boys go to the gym to play wall soccer. We are divided into two teams and act as goalies, trying to stop the ball when it is kicked to us. I hate it. I hate everything about gym. They make us climb these ropes and cargo nets where a guy can fall and break his arm or leg, or worse, they make us play their favorite, dodge ball, where a guy kicks a soccer ball as hard as he can at another kid. You can be sure it is some bully behind the ball and his favorite victim that he's aiming it at. I wonder why the teachers don't just send us to play out in the street at rush hour, or to play in the back alley where kids can get beaten up without any grownups to stop it.
Anyway, there's all kinds of rumors about what the girls were being given a talk about, and as soon as we get back together we pepper them with questions. Well, they tell us that it was just about the change in their bodies and having periods and stuff like that, and once we hear that we don't want to hear anything more about it! I for one am glad that I'm a boy, and I know many of my friends feel the same way.