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My Early Years - 2
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)

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Continuing the story of young Roger’s early sexual 
education and experiences. He meets Wendel and learns 
about jacking off. (bb, youths, bi, mast, oral)

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Part II - Wow! I can do that to myself?
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It's a mystery why I never thought of it myself, but I 
hadn't yet ever learned to jack off my own prick. Oh, 
I'd play with it a little now and then because it felt 
good, but I never really got into a jacking session -- 
probably because I hadn't yet had an orgasm or 
ejaculated any cum and so I didn't realize what 
wonderful results a prolonged session of self-play 
might produce.

Across from our house in our little country town was a 
big, block-long vacant lot where there had once been 
some houses and/or farm buildings. Now there were only 
grassy pits and hillocks, perfect for a young boy to 
play cowboys and Indians or war - more likely since 
World War II was taking place then. After I had 
returned from uncle Charlie's farm and my two horny 
cousins in September, I turned nine just in time for 
the start of school and my third grade. 

One lazy afternoon before school started, I was over 
there playing soldier. I had gotten tired of that game 
and had lay on the grass to relax and gaze at the big 
white clouds as they changed form over and over. I was 
laying on the inside wall of one of the pits, a little 
grassy crater about two and one- half feet deep. 

As I lay there counting the clouds I could feel that my 
willie had gotten aroused some by the sunlight and the 
perfect day and was sticking up but I hadn't done 
anything about it. Then, a young guy about my age came 
walking through the lot, probably taking a short cut 
home. He happened along and saw me and came over, 
grinned and said, "Hi! I'm Wendel," and sat down beside 
me. I grinned back and replied, "Hi! I'm Roger." After 
that, we began talking about this and that: school, how 
we had spent the summer and stuff like that.

My little hardon hadn't gone down and was just sticking 
up - oh, maybe three inches or so - in my short pants. 
I noticed that he looked at it as he talked. He told me 
his name was Wendel and I noticed right away that he 
was kind of cute. He asked how old I was. I told him I 
was nine; he said he was eleven. He lay back next to me 
and we talked for a little bit about the cloud 
formations, what they looked like and stuff like that. 
One cloud happened by that Wendel said looked like a 
big penis with a pair of balls hanging down. We laughed 
about that and made a couple nasty, little boy 
comments.

I noticed, though, that Wendel was rubbing the front of 
his short pants where something was sticking up the 
same way my pants had been before my Willie died down 
some. Now, as I looked at him rub himself and we joked 
about that big penis in the sky, mine was starting to 
stick up again and felt kind of good. I grinned and 
turned on my side toward him and asked him what he was 
doing.

"I'm rubbing my dick," he said. "It kind of got hard 
laying here. Do you ever rub yourself? Then he laughed, 
ha-ha-ha, as he looked over at me on my side rubbing 
myself. "

Wanting to sound grown up like him, I replied "Sure. 
yeah," I confessed. "sometimes when it gets stiff and 
feels like its about to explode. Y'know, like that."

"I jack off a lot," Wendel said, "sometimes three or 
four times a day. Damn, I really like jacking off. do 
you do it too?"

I hadn't heard the term, jacking off, before. "I dunno. 
What's that mean?" I asked.

"What? You've never heard of jacking off before? That's 
when you take your peter out of your pants, or you drop 
your pants. like this." he said as he actually pulled 
down his short pants. He didn't have any underpants on 
and his peter flopped out, sticking up all stiff. It 
must have been about four inches long, maybe just a 
little more. 

It looked big to me with my three and one-half inch 
nine year-old dick. I was fascinated by it, and let out 
a gasp and a "Wow! Look at you." "You like my dick?" he 
asked as he began to slide the skin on his peter back 
and forth. He was, like me, uncircumcised and he would 
bring the foreskin up and over the head of his dick as 
he stroked it with two fingers. 

He continued his explanation of jacking off: "Then you 
move the skin back and forth like this. It starts to 
feel really good and sometimes slippery stuff leaks out 
and makes it easier to move the skin," he explained as 
he demonstrated to his wide-eyed audience. "The longer 
you do it the better it feels and the more of that 
slippery stuff comes out. Pretty soon," he continued, 
breathing faster and a little harder now, "it starts 
feeling really really good.". With that he jerked his 
fingers off himself.

"When it feels really really really good, you'll get a 
wonderful tingly feeling if you don't stop," he said, 
"but if you stop for a few minutes and start again, 
boy-oh-boy it just feels better and better the more you 
do that."

Need I relate how my bugging eyes were glued to his 
prick and what he was doing to himself? His free hand 
cupped his nut sack, which was kind of big and looked 
like it had two walnuts in it. I noticed my own dickie 
was getting real stiff and was kind of pulsing as my 
young butt clenched and unclenched.

"You mean you've really never done that?" he asked, 
acting surprised.

"No, really, I haven't, but it sure looks like fun. I'm 
gonna try it tonight." I answered. "I have done other 
stuff with my girl cousins, but I've never... jacked 
off, as you call it." 

His hand was sliding his skin back and forth again and 
the head of his dick looked all shiny. I really wanted 
to touch him and slide that skin back and forth for 
him. There was, like, a magnetic attraction that just 
made me want to feel it and hold it. So, I asked him 
stuttering, "C- C- Can I try that. jacking your prick?" 
I didn't realize that I was also very excited, 
sexually.

"Sure," he replied, grinning a big wide grin that 
showed off his teeth. "It feels even better when 
someone else does it for you." 

He really was a cute guy, and he had those two 
prominent "rabbit teeth" in front, those two incisors, 
or squirrel teeth, that to this day I find unusually 
attractive in both women and guys. I have finally 
figured out in later years that those two prominent 
incisors always looked to me like "youth."

He continued, "So I'd really like that -- that'd be 
fun. But first, you want to take your pants off so I 
can play with yours at the same time? That'll be even 
more fun!" 

Well, that did sound like fun, so I grinned back at him 
and quickly slid my short pants down along with my 
little under pants. Of course, my dick was already 
stiff like his, and was kind of wet on the tip with 
that slippery stuff. 

"Here," he said, taking my hand and wrapping it around 
his prick. It felt hot, and it kind of jumped a little 
when I grasped it. He was hard, of course, but it also 
felt kind of giving, like if I squeezed it it gave a 
little, then sprung right back. Remember, this was the 
first prick other than mine I'd ever had my hands on.

As I scrooched over closer to him, he took my little 
shaft in two fingers and began to slide my skin back 
and forth. My foreskin rolled back and forth as he did 
that, and every few strokes he'd stick one of his 
fingers inside the skin and work it around. He was 
right! God, it felt so much better to have someone else 
touching me. And the fact that he was a boy made it 
somehow seem a little more "nasty."

Taking a cue from my more experienced new friend, I did 
the same for him.

We lay there, two cute young boys on a sunny but cool 
fall afternoon, naked from our shirts down, stroking 
each other and making each other feel very, very nice. 
This was something I wanted to do lots more of, I 
thought to myself. We were both sighing and moaning 
with the great feelings we were experiencing.

Pretty soon Wendel must have rememberd what I'd said 
about my two girl cousins. "Hey, Roge, why don't you 
tell me about your girl cousins. What did you do with 
them, anyway? Did they show you their little slits?"

"Ummmm hmmmm," I replied. "I played with their pussies 
a lot all summer. And they played with my Willie, a 
lot. N' we spent lots of time in their attic playing 
house on the big featherbeds up there." My dick was 
feeling so good with the feel of his hand jacking me 
and the excitement of me feeling his and jacking it, it 
was getting a little difficult to keep my mind on 
talking. As he had promised, it was starting to feel 
really really good!

"Did you, y'know... DO it to them? Y'know, in their 
pussies?" Wendel asked between hard breaths. 

"Ummmm hmmmm, lots of times. That felt the best," I 
told him. "Specially when they got all creamy down 
there - y'know, in their pussies." The remembrance of 
those many days made me feel sexier and sexier and his 
jacking of my dick was just getting better and better.

"Wow!" He exclaimed, jacking me faster which made me 
kind of hump his hand. "You actually fucked your cousin 
- did you fuck both of 'em??" 

"Sure," I answered. "If one did it with me the other 
just had to do it too. Seems like seeing each other do 
it with me made them just 'have' to do it."

With that, Wendel let go my dick and grasped his own 
with his full hand and began jacking himself faster and 
faster. With his free hand he cupped his balls or kind 
of pressed himself beneaath his balls. Within a few 
minutes, he let out a long low groan as his jacking 
hand went to warp speed and his back arched up from the 
ground. Then, a few seconds later some white stuff 
squirted up out of the end of his dick and he cried 
out, "Oh god. Fuck! Fuck! Oohhhhhhh."

Then he did that all over again and finally twice more 
as he squirted more spurts of his juice up into the 
air, only to fall back onto his stomach, face and 
hands. The last little spurt kind of splattered my 
face, which was pretty close to his exploding dick. I 
was surprised by how warm it was on my face. I wiped it 
from my face and then studied it on my hand. I stuck 
out my tongue to taste it, wondering if it tasted like 
mine or like the girls. It was different, but it was 
kind of nice, especially since I had just watched 
Wendel spurt it out of his dick. Remember this was 
young boy cum, still fresh and pure. 

I was amazed at all this. I had never seen anything 
like this before and instantly wondered exactly what 
had happened. "Wow!" I said when I regained my speech. 
"What did you do, anyway?" Wendel looked over at me, 
grinned and said, "I just had a big climax, a big 'cum' 
Roge. It felt wonderful, better than ever before."

"You mean you've done that before? Squirt that stuff, I 
mean?"

He explained, "Yeah. But I haven't been squirting 'cum' 
for too long, only about since school ended this 
summer. Before that, I just got the feeling without the 
juice."

By now, Wendel had kind of collapsed back into the 
grass, all limp, still breathing hard but a little 
easier now. His eyes were fixed on me and what I was 
doing. "You tasted it, didn't you? What did you think 
about it?" he asked.

"It was okay, kind of hot, kind of salty, and tasted a 
little bit like horse sweat," I answered. I told him I 
had tasted my cousins' juices before. That excited him 
some and his dick kind of jerked back up about half 
way. 

Then he kind of smirked and said, "I'll bet you haven't 
started squirting yet, have you?"

"N-no, I haven't. But sometimes I do get a real 
tickling kind of feeling sometimes. And after, I get 
really tired and don't want to play sex anymore. What 
was that white stuff you squirted, anyway?"

"Boy," he said, "you really are new! Well, when a guy 
jacks off for a while he gets a really wonderful 
feeling in his balls that spreads all over his whole 
body and then he squirts out his white juice. that's 
'cum' -- his baby juice. Roge," he continued, "nothin' 
in the world feels better 'n that. That's the stuff 
that makes babies if it gets in a girl's pussy." 

My cousins hadn't told me about that. Maybe they hadn't 
yet seen cum, or didn't know what he was if they did. 
Or just didn't bother to tell me about it. This was 
news I was really interested in.

"And its pretty normal," he continued, "for a guy to be 
real tired and worn out after he cums. It really takes 
a lot out of a guy and takes a while to get hard 
again."

He must have remembered that he left me hanging when he 
finished himself off. "Okay," he said as he rolled onto 
his side and took my prick in his fingers again. Giving 
it a big squeeze he started to 'jack' me again. "Let me 
show you what its like." Then he took out a red cowboy 
handkerchief and kind of rolled it up into a little 
ball and stuck it between my thighs, up under my balls. 

"That'll make your climax feel even better," he 
explained. And then he settled back and slowly began to 
stroke my dick up and down while he fondled my balls 
with the other hand and pushed that handkerchief 
tightly into my crotch. He told me to close my eyes and 
just 'feel' what he was doing.

He stroked his young hard-on for maybe several minutes, 
all the while playing with my balls. Soon I started 
moaning and pumping my hips into his hand. In answer, 
he stroked faster and faster and lowered his mouth onto 
the head of my dick. God! That was new to me and it 
felt absolutely wonderful. His hand was flying so fast 
that it felt like a whirlwind and his mouth was so hot 
and wet I almost couldn't stand it. 

I squeezed my thighs together tighter and tighter 
together and realized that handkerchief really was 
making it feel much better. Then, suddenly I felt 
something happening deep in the area of my butt and 
balls. Before I knew it, I was moaning out loud, "OH! 
Oh god Wendel, something's happening. I think I may be 
cumming!" 

I was breathing fast and heavy, now, and then it hit 
me! My back arched up into the air like I was trying to 
fuck my dick up into those clouds we had been watching. 
And then I got a little taste of that wonderful feeling 
he had talked about. still not a full orgasm, but it 
felt nice. And of course, no white stuff came out. I 
wasn't quite old enough yet for a full orgasm.

After we relaxed a little while, he asked me about my 
girl cousins and I told him about my summer with the 
girls. I don't think he believed everything I told him 
and he couldn't understand how I could fuck them if I 
hadn't yet started to cum. But I just told him it felt 
real good anyway. He assured me that it would feel 
much, much better when I started cumming. 

"Wow, I wish I had girl cousins or a sister. I've 
played with Angie, the girl down the street where I 
live, and she's played with my dick but we haven't 
fucked yet. I'm going to have to try real hard to do it 
with her. I think she'll do it if I get her really 
excited first."

That was the last time I saw Wendel, although I spent a 
lot of time after school playing over in that field 
hoping he'd come by again. I looked for him at school, 
too, but never saw him. I wondered if maybe he wasn't 
just visiting and didn't live in town. But I sure have 
sweet memories of that day when I learned so much about 
jacking off. And ever since, I've jacked off nearly 
every day, sometimes several times a day. So far, I've 
never run out of that baby juice!

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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