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

Copyright by me, 2000, 2001.  Please don't distribute in an altered
form, or with any charges for acquisition.

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_02: Back in the City Again - First Solos 
(b-solo first, b+ oral inc, bg bbg oral inc, exhib - 
preteen; b-solo, f-solo exhib) "10 year old's adventures" 
Touching myself, and what comes from that:(b-solo first)

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 spring break, when 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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