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Subject: {ASSM} Repost, Tim and John, Part 3 (b/b, mast)
Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 14:10:12 -0500
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I laid there next to my friend John, who had just jacked off for me to
see, and shot his wad of cum all over the place from his hard cock. 
He put on his PJ's and went right off to sleep.

I just laid there in amazement. What just happened?

I was in my PJ's, too, and my little white Fruit of the Looms.  But my
cock was stirring around.  I felt it getting hard and bigger, and it
was like it was talking to me.  "Reach under the elastic waistband and
touch me!", it seemed to say.  My heart started to pound.  I had to do
it.  I was driven.

I reached into my tight white briefs, lifting the band with my left
thumb.  With my right forefinger and thumb, I gently closed in onto my
little hard cock, just under the head.  (Yes, I am circumcised.) A
sensation went through my body!  It felt SO good.  My heart started
pounding more and more!  I had to do more!  I was careful not to wake
my friend next to me, because I thought he might have embarrassed me. 
So I was quiet and still.  My hard little dick was probably only about
2" long and real skinny, but it seemed gigantic to me!  It talked
again, "Rub me!"

I took my thumb and finger, gently pinching and started to move them
up and down on my little shaft.  More electricity moved down my spine
all the way to my butt hole!  I couldn't stop!  I kept doing it, up
and down and up and down and up and down, stroke after stroke after
stroke!

I quietly and carefully pulled my PJ's and my underwear down to my
thighs. Then my dick got harder than I had ever known it to be.  I was
breathing really hard.  My heart felt like it was going to fly out of
my chest!

I know some of you would have wanted John to wake up and join me for
some decadence together.  Sorry to disappoint, but he slept like a
winter bear the whole time.  I did not want him waking up and
discovering me.

I stroked faster and faster, breathing faster and faster, my heart
pounding faster and faster!  I could not have stopped even if I had
wanted to.  My balls were scrunched up tight under my cock.

THEN, I got this feeling down inside me.  It felt kinda like you feel
when you feel a sneeze coming on, but it was in my "privates" area and
not my nose.  I slowed down the stroking, and I felt what I know now
was my first orgasm.  The feeling was like a hard pounding.  My peeter
felt like it was opening and closing and opening and closing, jerking,
and I could feel my butt hole doing the same. WOW, what a feeling!  I
jacked myself off for the first time.  I thought, "Why don't I have
any cum?  No cum came out."  There must have been something wrong with
me, at least I thought so back then.   Now I know that, even though I
was 13, I had just had a birthday a couple of weeks before, so I was
more like a late 12.  It was a dry orgasm that I had.

The next morning, while eating the Apple Jacks and toast Mom had fixed
us, he whispered, "Don't tell anybody what we did last night.  They'll
think we're fags or something."  Mom had left the room for a minute. 
I nodded.  I didn't want anybody to know, either.

I jacked myself off every night after that, like a ritual before going
to sleep.  Still no cum came out, but the orgasms felt good.

About a couple of months or so went by. I was taking my bath, like
always.  I washed my butt hole and my still little peeter.  I saw a
little black thread sticking out above my peeter.  What was this?  I
washed it again with the soap.  It was still there.  I pinched it.  A
pubic hair!  I got my first pubic hair!

It was Thursday night.  I dried off and put on some clean underwear
and my PJs.  I was drying my hair when Mom hollered, "Timmy!  Phone!"

"Hey, Timbo, this is John.  My folks is gonna be at a party Friday
night and wanna know if I can stay over, sos they don't worry about me
and I won't see `em when they come home drunk in the middle of the
night."

"Hang on.  MOM! Can John sleepover on Friday night?  His folks are
going to a party!"

"Sure, honey, He is a very nice boy.  Tell him he is welcome anytime."

"It's OK, John.  See you Friday?"

"I'll come over right after school."

"See you then."

In bed that night my little cock was tingling again.  I was thinking
about what kind of things could happen the next night...

To be continued in Part 4

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