Message-ID: <7185eli$9801102338@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Tom Subject: Jack and I at 12 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tje@mail.nls.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <23332620332613@nls.net> Jack and I at 12 We were poor. We ate a lot of plain food like rice, potatoes and pasta; not much meat. We lived in an old mobile home that my parents had bought cheap from some other poor people. It sat on a a scrubby piece of land, on the edge of town near the dump. We had no nearby neighbors. But we did not think of ourselves as poor, at least I, at twelve, didn't I am certain that my parents, who were not yet thirty, were concerned about our condition Still we were happy and very close as a family, loving and trusting each other implicitly. My dad was a high school drop out who worked at the gas station a mile away. My mom had a part time job at the Dairy Queen next to the station. They were not religious, but they also had no bad habits; no drinking or drugs.. Early in my life I knew that they lived for me, that they wanted me to become educated and successful, to become, perhaps, a school teacher. They sacrificed for me in ways that I did not comprehend, when I was young. I studied hard, and I worked my way through high school and college. I became a physician, to my parents elation, and I took care of them, when I achieved some prosperity. That, very briefly, is my background. What I would like to relate is the story of that magic Summer, when I was twelve. I would like to tell about my experiences then, about things I did , things of which my parents were ignorant. My dad was not able to talk to me about sex, when I most needed advice and assurance at age twelve. He was a shy man. My mother, of course, was of no help. She was a pretty, meek woman who was shyer than my dad. So, after that Saturday morning when I lay abed, playing idly with my little penis, which had preoccupied me for the previous few weeks, playing with it until it erupted, spewing forth, stinging and feeling awesomely wonderful at the same time; after that, I could not look to my parents for guidance I had a friend, Jack, my best friend I suppose, because he was my only friend. Later that Saturday Jack and I went wandering up the railroad tracks past half busy and abandoned factories, as we had done so many times before. We intended that morning to go to the sand piles of a concrete company and to climb the dunes to the top. Jack tried to step on every tie, and I balanced on the rail as we proceeded toward our destination. We hurried past an old outhouse that stank of shit. I told Jack about what I had done that morning, about jerking off for the first time. I hoped that he could reassure me in some way, but he just told me that he had not yet done it. His response so disappointed me. Jack was a few weeks older than I, and larger too. I had been certain that he had done it, but, then, we had never talked about sex. He asked me how it had felt, and I found it impossible to describe the sensation. School had recently ended. We had heard of some of the older guys in our sixth grade class who had "done it", but masturbation was then not a common topic of conversation, as it would be in the seventh grade. Jack and I did not return to the subject, after my brief disclosure. We talked instead about the murdered bodies which were found not far from our houses a couple of days previously. There had been two of them; a young girl of eleven and a man of thirty five. They had been found in a copse of woods, naked with their throats cut. We knew no more of the specifics, although we had heard rumors. The two deceased persons were unkown to our small community of poor folk. Jack and I talked about the girl without compassion. We wondered if the naked, little corpse had titties, like some of the girls in our class. We speculated about what titties looked like. I noticed that Jack had sprouted a stiffie, as had I. We finally reached out destination, and, looking about for disapproving adults, we clammered up the first sand pile, reaching the top of it and finding ourselves away from the rest of the world. We lay in the sand and we talked about the girls in our class, which ones who were cute and which ones who had breasts. We were just two twelve year old boys, physically attractive, but unconscious of it. Jack asked me again what it felt like to jerk off, and I told him that he would know that when he did it. His hand was on his groin, rubbing his stiffness. He looked at me sheepishly and said that he wanted to "do it". I felt so superior, already having done it, if only once, and just hours previously. Jack said that he would do it if I would do it too. I thought about it. I wondered whether doing it together would make us homosexuals. I decided that that would not be the case, and I grinned at my friend. We tore off our clothes on the top of the sand pile, hidden from the world, and lay close together, squeezing and pulling on our little peckers with our fingers. Jack came before me, and I watched as his face grimmaced, his mouth open wide, and he squirted out a modest amount of stuff which oozed over his fingers. I soon followed, pressing my face against my friend's shoulder, spewing onto his legs. Jack was elated, and he didn't mind that I messed him. At that moment we were the closest friends in the whole world. We lay together, our bodies touching, as the Sun warmed our naked flesh. The sand stuck to our skin, where our goo had smeared. It was difficult to get off. I thought that it was, perhaps, a lesson; that there were consequences of sexual behaviour. At the moment I really did not have those thoughts. That just came to me as I was writing this story. At twelve a boy does not think of consequences. He only wants to get off, however he can do it. He hopes for a girl, but he will accept anything; his hand; someone else's hand; his friend's hand. I lay there and wondered what it would feel like for Jack to place his hand on my cock, to give me pleasure. I wondered what it would be like to feel his cock and make him spurt. I thought that it must be very exciting to take control of another person and cause him to squirm and writhe in sexual ecstasy. There was no girl in my life with whom to experiment, but Jack was close at hand. He had a good looking face and his limbs were as shapely as a girl's. We were both hairless, pretty boys who had just discovered sexual pleasure. I reached my hand over and placed it upon his chest. My palm felt his hard nipples, which were raised on small cones of flesh, as were mine. Jack turned his head and looked into my face. He smiled at me, understanding my curiosity. His hand found my thigh and he stroked it. We both knew that we, on top of the sand pile, were away from the rest of the world and its moral strictures. We looked at each other, of faces inches apart, my hand on his chest and his on my thigh. At that moment we could not have been closer, spirtually, physically, as buddies. We did not go any further that morning on top of the sand pile, but we realised that there was a potential for us to do some very naughty things together. We spent the morning scampering up and down sand hills, until a guy came out of a building and shouted at us. We hurried away, back down the rail road track towards our modest homes, happy in having climbed the hills and also having touched each other.. The way back seemed to take longer than the way out earlier in the morning. Jack did not try to step on every tie, and I did not pace the rail. We walked together on the side of the railroad holding hands. It would be impossible to say who first took one's hand in the other . It happened so naturally. Then we came to the place which was the swimming hole for us and so many other boys of our school. It was just a brackish pond, but there was a powerful tree overloking it, and some one, in he past, had tied a stout rope to it. We paused, looked at each other, grinned and ripped off our clothes and jumped into the water. We splashed about for awhile, and then we took turns with the rope, riding it out over the water and letting go, falling into the unclean smelling water. To this day I remember that Saturday morning as the most blessed, happiest time of my life, I noticed that Jack was beautiful, that his body was shapely and sleek, still without hair, but having achieved some stature. His penis dangled, flacid, no more than three inches, creamy white, succulent. I lost the homophobic conditioning of my society. I loved the look of Jack, and I wanted to know him physically, sexually. I sprouted a stiffie, looking at his naked body, so strong, yet with soft appearing flesh. I was also sexually appealing, and I noticed him looking at me with a stiffie, watching me swing high over the water and then drop. Until that day I had never thought about the beauty of boys, even of my own prettiness. We returned home and went to our houses, promising to meet again after lunch, to play some one on one with the basketball. My mom and dad were at work, so I had the trailer to myself. I undressed and lay naked on my bed. I stroked my body, my chest, tummy, thighs and calves. They were sleek and smooth. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a very pretty boy with an sexually exciting body. I played with my cock before the mirror and it grew erect, to almost five slender inches. Jack had a body much like mine. I gazed into the mirror and jerked off, thinking of Jack, wanting him in a way that I had not yet defined.. Eventually I gasped and spewed forth, making a mess on the mirror and on the floor, which I hurried to clean up. We may have been poor, but our abode was spotless. I fixed tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, after which I washed the dishes and put them into the cubbord. Then I went over to Jack's house, no longer sexually aroused, having come already three times that day, but still looking forward to being with my friend and , perhaps, to touching him again. Jack lived with his parents and younger sister in a real house, although it was tiny. I brightened as I saw him come out the door to greet me, a splendid smile on his face, enhancing his young prettiness. We were, I remember so well, two lovely boys, on the edge of pubescence, before achne and the malaise of those awful years of early teenage. We played basket ball in his driveway with great competivness, pushing against each other. We grew sweaty and then exhausted, quiting after about an hour. Jack put his arm around me, like a buddy, but we both knew that it meant something more. Neither of us knew what was possible, physically, but we both understood that we wanted to probe and experiment with each other. I look back on that time and wonder at the splended good fortune that Jack and I shared, to have been of one mind about exploring our sexuality at the moment of our awakening. We wandered down the unpaved road towards the vast acreage that was the waste dump, with its mounds of broken tile and debris. That noxious place was our favorite play spot, where we had frequently run naked in exultation. But on that Saturday afternoon we took off our clothes more deliberately, knowing that we were about to be very naughty. We stood before each other, our stiffies aimed straight out. I think, I know for certain that Jack moved first. We were in each other's arms pressing our naked bodies together. Jack kissed me on the lips, shocking me but exciting me all the same. I kissed back, and before long our tongues were engaged.. We looked at each other, wondering what we would do. Jack pulled on my hand and led me to a copse of willow trees, where we had often played, the tree branches falling to the ground and offering privacy. We pushed through the limbs and found ourselves in our own, private world. We kissed some more, lying together on the ground, rolling together and feeling each other's body. Then, Jack held me down. He was stronger than I. He began to kiss my face, my shoulders, my chest and tummy. He kissed my upper legs and then licked on my stiff penis before he took it into his mouth. I was shocked, but it felt so wonderful. I stroked his head as he sucked on me. I wanted him too. I pulled his head from between my legs, and we repositioned ourselves so that we were in a sixty nine configuration lying on our sides. I licked on Jack's soft thighs as he sucked me, his hard penis against my cheek. I finally decided to take his cock into my mouth. I have sucked cock a few times as an adult, but I have never experienced the excitement of that first time with Jack, whose cock was so slender and suckable, not distending my mouth uncomfortably, its novel taste and its texture arousing me beyond measure. I felt myself about to come and I sucked more intensely on Jack. He came first, choking me, causing me to cough out his warm semen. But it did not disturb me, because I came immedately after, spewing into his mouth. Jach coughed and then vomited on my thighs. After we calmed down, we both knew that we would have to perfect out techinque. We lay together on the dusty ground looking into each other's face, realizing that we were truly in love. Yet we soon talked about girls and titties, and knew that we were not homosexuals, that we were just two young boys experimenting with sex. I revealed to Jack that I was fascinated by his sister Susan, who was ten years old and who had no titties at all. She had such lovely thighs and her face was angelic. Jack wondered why I was so interested, because he had never found his sister to be at all sexy. Jack wrestled with me for awhile, and then he told me to do what I could with Susan. He and I would not acknowledge that we were lovers. We thought of our selves as two guys who were experimenting with sex. We did nothing more that day beyond boy stuff, but the next day, Sunday, were were eager to suck each other, and we did not gag. That Sunday afternoon Jack's parents were out and he and I were alone in the house with Susan. When she went outside to play with a friend, Jack and I hurried to his little room and tore off our clothes, jumped onto the bed naked, rolled about in each other's arms and kissed furiously. We were soon in the sixty nine position, lying on our sides, sucking on each other with blissful abandon. Then I saw Susan poking her head into the room, staring at us in open mouth fascination. Jack could not see her, because he was faced away from the door. I looked up at the girl, her brother's cock in my mouth, and we made eye contact. I continued to suck Jack's slender cock as I ogled the pretty girl's face. She grinned at me and licked her lips lasciviously. I turned my attention away from her, as I felt myself about to come, and Jack squirted into my mouth. I then came myself with a moan of ecstasy. filling Jack's mouth with several streams of semen, which he swallowed. I spit his seed onto his lovely thighs. I did not like the taste of it, and I never have swallowed semen. When I looked up, Susan was gone, but I knew that we would have a lot to talk about later. I wanted to play with her naked body. Later that day I encountered Susan lounging with her parents on the porch. She had raven hair, like Jack's, and her skin was also slightly, attractively pale. She was clad in shorts and was barefoot. Her legs, I thought, were exquisitely formed, slender and shapely. They looked so soft and smooth, and the fleshiness of her upper thighs aroused me. Susan had the face of a little girl, an oval face with symetrical, delicate features. Her eyes were light blue and sparkled at me in amusement, as I came up to the porch. She seemed to me to be a bit more grown up than the average ten year old girl. She was bold, and she could mock one painfully. Her face was so angelic, however, that one could never suppose that she was anything but utterly innocent. Her mouth was the most animated part of her face. The way she used her lips to form words was most delightful, wrapping them around the sounds in an almost exagerated fashion. I sat on the steps next to her, saying nothing. Her parents soon went into the house, and then Susan immediately turned to me and asked me what it had felt like and how had it tasted.. She looked at me with a very naughty smirk on her pretty face. I tried to explain that Jack and I were very close friends and that we were experimenting with sex. She waved her hand, dismissing the obvious, and asked what else we did together. I told her that we kissed, that we had started it all the day before. She then looked at me in a strange way, not judgemental, but curious. I hoped that she was speculating about how it would feel to be kissed and to play with some one naked. I so wanted that girl. I moved my hand and lightly placed it upon her knee. Susan looked at me intently, but she did not push my hand away, nor did she get up. I stroked her lower thigh, marveling at its softness. Susan then whispered that her parents might see us. She gave me a sly smile, and I knew that she wanted to experiment. She confirmed it by stating that she would be free for about an hour after supper. Then she got up and went into the house. When I told Jack that I would be seeing his sister that evening, and I explained it all to him, he grinned and wished me luck, telling me not get her pregnant. I had not thought of that. Nor had I thought of having intercourse with the pretty girl. I wanted to kiss her, to see her naked, to lick on her flesh. That evening Susan and I met on the road, walked into the dump and found our way to the sanctuary of the willows. It did not go as I had hoped. She let me kiss her pretty face and she allowed me to stroke her soft legs, but she refused to take off her clothes. She pushed my hand away, when I sought to grope her groin, and she was protective of her chest, even though she didn't have titties. I offered to show her my apparatus, but she was uninterested. What she really wanted to do was kiss and cuddle, which we did for an hour. Then we went back to her house, where she ran inside. I saw Jack out in the yard and went over to him. He asked me how it went and I told him, and my face, I am sure, was crestfallen. Jack punched my shoulder and advised me to be patient. The two of us then went off to the dump, to the same willow tree I had shared with Susan. We undressed and proceeded to pleasure each other. I was in a state of high arousal, with Jack's mouth on my cock, when I felt him push a finger at my anus, penetrating it, inserting it deeply. He touched something inside of me and I immediately spewed into his sucking mouth. I was uncertain whether or not I approved of him stiking his finger into my ass. When we eventually talked about it, Jack said that we should experiment with butt fucking. I was against it. It seemed to me to me to be dirty and smelly. Jack grinned at me, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and said that we would have to do it, that we would have to learn about it, that we would have to do it to each other, because he could not imagine doing it with any one else. He had a point. If I had to experience ass fucking in our continuing experimentation with sex, I could only trust Jack to do it to me. I sort of agreed to do it, but not that day. We held each other. The taste of his semen was in my mouth. I licked his hair as I cuddled his head. When a boy is twelve, the Summer is eternal; time passes so slowly. I could not imagine the coming of September. Pretty Susan began to seek me out in so many ways. She once even came to my trailer and called for me. She wanted to kiss and cuddle, and I obliged her, whenever she asked. One morning we walked down the dirt road to the dump, hand in hand, both barefoot. She was a head shorter than I, a little fairy. I was becoming as attached to her as I was to her brother. I so wanted to lick on her body. That morning, behind the branches of the weeping willow, Susan let me take off her clothes. She lay looking up at me. I did not know where to begin. She was so lovely. I ran my hand from her soft tummy to her chest. She almost had titties. Her hard nipples were surrounded by swollen flesh. I played with her nipples with my fingers and then I leaned down and sucked on them, licking them and the rest of her upper body. I too undressed. I took Susan's hand and placed it on my penis. She played with it, but she would not kiss it. She let me touch her between the legs, and she showed me her pleasure spot. I rubbed her as she instructed me, and she soon cried out in pleasure. I felt so powerful, giving the little girl so much pleasure with my fingers, pleasure that overwhelmed her and set her wild. I leaned down and licked her soft thighs, but when I sought to lick her between the legs, on her pleasure spot, Susan pushed my head away in disgust. She taunted me, and I felt abashed, although I knew that I wanted to taste her there, in that special place of hers. She agreed to jerk me off, and I showed her how to do it. Jack had given me better orgasms, but the sight of that pretty little girl doing it to me was quite special. I knew then that in time I would have Susan, that I would penetrate her with my cock. I was excited by the thought, but I was also troubled, because I did not know what I was doing. Over the next fews days Susan and I fell into a rhythym of lovemaking, once in the morning and again in the afternoon or the early evening. Jack and I would also get together, usually after dark, and we would pleasure each other a couple of times before bed. The sexual capacity of newly pubescent boys is amazing. Susan finally let me lick on her privates, grudgingly and after much pleading on my part. I gave her an orgasm with my tongue more splendid, she later told me, than any she had ever had. She had screamed aloud. After that, she insisted that I do it to her every time we were alone together. Once, when she was shouting at the top of an orgasm, I jammed my thunb into her, pushing forcefully at some resistance until it was all the way inside her. Her cries of ecstasy was broken by a loud "ouch!" and then whimpers. Blood oozed from her slit, and I was very worried that I had hurt her. I licked at the blood until she pushed my head away in anger. She glared at me and said that I had ripped her cherry. She was very upset and would not talk to me. She refused to jerk me off, but got up, put on her clothes and left our hideaway in a real snit. Susan was then just three weeks short of her eleventh birthday. I would be thirteen in four months. She remained angry with me for a day and a half, and then came to my trailer and called me out. She smiled at me, and I then knew that I was forgiven. We went to our hideout, got undressed and made love with a new intensity. She sat on my face as I licked her to a marvelous orgasm, my hands grasping her soft, little butt cheeks, my face getting smeared with her juices. Later she licked and then sucked on the head of my cock as she jerked me off. It was so unexpected, so spontaneous. I warned her, when I felt myself about to come, and she pulled her hear away from my cock, but not far enough. One spurt landed on her upper lip and oozed down her cheek. and the side of her mouth. I thought that she would get angry again, but she just giggled, extended her tongue and tasted my semen. Later that day, when I warned her that I was about to come, she sucked hard on my cock and I squirted into her mouth. Oral sex then became routine for the two of us. About a week later we rolled naked together on the ground of our hideout, working ourselves into a high state of arrousal. Susan's knees were raised high on either side of my body. It happened entirely by accident, as we moved our bodies together. The head of my cock and a little of its shaft slipped into the wet cunt of the little girl. Susan gasped and looked into my face, wide eyed and open mouthed.. On purpose I pushed all the way in until our bodies were pressed together. It felt so incredibely good. Susan seemed to like it. She pushed against me. We clumsily learned to fuck that afternoon, and during that first coupling of ours Susan had a powerful orgasm. Something inside of her suddenly began to suck on the head of my cock, and I groaned aloud in the most exquisite orgasm that I had yet experienced. Afterwards we lay in each other's arms, cooing and kissing, knowing that we were truly in love. Susan worried about getting pregnant, as did I. We talked about it and decided that she was probably too young, but that I should not come inside of her again. Jack was becoming a bit jealous of my attachment to his little sister. When I told him that I had fucked her, he almost got angry, but he gave me the advice that I should get some condoms. The real problem with him was that he was not yet done experimenting with sex, and I had already gone all the way with a girl. He insisted that we butt fuck at least once to learn what it felt like. To keep him happy, I agreed to do it once, although I was not at all eager for it. That evening after supper, before it became dark, Jack and I went to that hidden place which I shared with him and with Susan. We got undressed, and as I looked at him, although I then knew that I was a hetrosexual, I once again marvled at the sleek beauty of my friend. I fell to my knees and took his semi hard cock into my mouth, stroking the soft backs of his thighs as I sucked. Jack fondled my head lovingly and enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him, but he then pulled away, saying that it was time for him to fuck me. He produced a small jar of Vaseline and proceeded to slime his cock to slipperiness. I lay on my stomach with my legs spread, my head resting on my bundled clothes, and awaited the start of what I was certain would be an unpleasant experience. Jack got between my legs. I felt the moist head of his cock on the crack of my butt, and then on my anus. I knew enough to relax and to pretend to shit. I felt Jack's cock push into me. It was not pleasant, but it was not as bad as I had feared. He pushed all the way into me, filling me up. It did not feel too bad. Then Jack began to fuck me in long strokes, faster and faster. It began to sting, and I hoped that he would come soon. Finally he did with a whoop. His body pressed against mine, his face against the back of my head, as he squirted into me with slight spasms. Then he pulled out of me, and that was the best part. It really felt good as he withdrew his cock from my ass. He was then out, and the hurt was gone, leaving a delightful tingling sensation in my ass. We sat beside each other. In the dim light I could see a look of exaultation on Jack's face. I palmed his cheek and licked on his shoulder. I was aroused, but I would let Jack catch his breath, before I took my turn. When he was ready, after a few minutes, I slicked my cock and climbed on top of my friend. I pushed slowly into him, and I saw that Jack was squirming and clutching his hands in obvious pain. I fucked him nevertheless, a bit disappointed as I realised that butt fucking was not as good as fucking a girl properly. With a ragged voice Jack urged me to hurry up. I visualized Susan's pretty young face. I remembered my cheeks being grazed by her soft thighs as I licked on her. Then I came inside Jack with a series of grunts. Afterwards, as we sat beside each other, a faint oder of shit in the air, we both agreed that we did not enjoy being fucked in the ass. We never did it again. Over the next couple of years Jack and I kissed and sucked each other less and less, until, when we were fourteen, we stopped entirely. I had Susan, whom I eventually married, and Jack finally found a girl willing to go all the way. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |