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Reflections
By Timid Tim (address withheld)

***

A story as told to me by an older gentleman about his 
introduction to sex and relationships that occurred in 
his life. I have omitted the codes to retain what 
little element of entertaining surprises there may be. 
(mm, youths, 1st, bi)

***

I can't remember the first time I touched my body and 
felt pleasure from doing it. I suppose it must have 
been as an infant. I think the earliest point in time 
that I recall physical pleasure from touching or being 
touched was around the age of six or so. Boy or girl, 
it didn't make any difference. I loved the feeling of 
someone sliding their fingers down my arm. I wanted 
anyone who would do me that favor to feel as good as I 
did so I would readily return the favor. 

Of course it was obvious and too personal just to 
suggest that we, she or he, and I take turns running 
our fingers down the other's arm. It had to be in the 
context of really doing something else with the 
delicious feeling it gave me being a secondary result. 
"See how much hair I have on my arm" "See how you have 
no hair on your arm at all." 

I guess my arms were the first place to grow those soft 
fine baby hairs that helped to tickle. 

Needless to say, as any adult would know, these things 
can progress and there in lies the danger. It's why we 
all heard at one time or another, "you kids come out 
from under that house." "You kids come out of that 
shed." "What are you kids doing up in that tree house"? 
Etc.

So progress it did. It was called playing "doctor" in 
most circles. It was a perfect excuse for touching and 
rubbing and fondling what ever part of someone's body 
that they and you yourself, would allow. 

The sensation of someone else touching you would 
overcome your shyness and each time the game was played 
the stakes got higher or lower as the case might be. 
Darkness was a great enabler. I guess I figured out 
that if I closed my eyes I was in darkness, separated 
from the events at hand in a way and therefore not 
fully responsible for what evolved. One would not want 
to be responsible for what evolved because it had to be 
bad. 

Adults didn't want you doing it so it had to be bad. 
Closing my eyes graduated to manipulating the 
circumstances so that my fellow adventurer and I would 
find ourselves in a dark room or dark place. We could 
evoke all of the marvelous sensations our fumbling 
uneducated fingers could evoke and receive the same 
without fear of revealing our imperfections or, again, 
really being responsible for our actions.

With all of that I can't recall a time when anyone went 
past the unspoken borders of below the belly button or 
above the middle thigh, at least not during the 
"playing doctor" stage. Of course the girls would 
literally hurt you if you tried to touch them between 
their legs. At best it would end the game. 

I can still feel the sensations of those smooth young 
fingers tracing a line up and down my arm and the 
tremors in my belly that those same fingers evoked when 
they traced their way up my inner thigh to that 
unspoken boundary. Instinctively I knew that there was 
more. I knew that there was a great deal more but fear 
of the unknown kept me in submission as well as it did 
my companions in these little ventures until that night 
my best buddy, Charlie, and I camped out in my back 
yard.

We were both twelve. We had been inseparable for the 
past year. Our bodies were not unfamiliar to each other 
with the skinny dipping in the creek and the boys 
shower at school. We weighed about the same. Our arms 
and legs were the same gangly size. Our efforts at 
producing a muscle by flexing resulted in the same 
pitiful example. His little peter looked exactly like 
mine. I had peeked at it several times. I know that he 
had peeked at me. I assumed that all peters were the 
same. Mine was about an inch long except when I touched 
it or took a hot shower or sometimes just on it's own 
it would start to grow and stretch out two or three 
inches with a round head and a pee hole.

We knew that girls were different and from all of the 
conversation we had overheard from the big boys at 
school there was really something wonderful about what 
was between a girls legs that we needed to experience. 
We had tried vainly to get his sister, a year younger, 
to show us "hers" in exchange for seeing "ours" to no 
avail. We had tried with the girl next door who was a 
year older. We lured her into our tent which stayed 
pitched in my yard for most of the summer. I started 
with the "fingers on the arm hairs" routine which she 
claimed did nothing for her. I progressed to her legs. 

She was wearing shorts. Charlie was breathless with 
anticipation as I moved my fingers slowly up her leg 
and under the leg of her shorts. I was rounding third 
heading for a home run when she suddenly shoved me 
backwards and climbed over me and out of the tent. In 
retrospect I think she had started feeling things that 
were maybe new to her and grew frightened. She wouldn't 
return to the tent with any amount of persuasion and 
offers of everything from," I won't do anything." to 
"You can camp out with us tonight." Not much in my bag 
of tricks in those days.

Charlie and I had to resign ourselves to discussing a 
subject that we knew nothing about and wondering out 
loud how "this" would feel or "that" would feel. I was 
acutely aware of the tingling sensations in my groin 
and the stiffening of my peter that occurred when my 
fingers had felt the smoothness of her inner thigh. 
Remembering the feeling the sensation of the palm of my 
hand traveling across the warm flesh of her upper leg 
kept my little peter standing tall. 

Dark came and with prior permission we settled down in 
the tent. "Did you see how far I got my hand up her 
pants?" 

"Yea." 

"Man! I almost touched her pussy." I slightly alarmed 
myself when I used the word we had heard the big boys 
used to describe what was between a girl's legs. I 
liked the sound of it. I liked saying it. 

Charlie giggled. "Pussy!" He exclaimed. I guess just to 
say it.

"Charlie?" 

"Yea." 

"You wanna do doctor?" 

"Ok." There was movement and rustling around in the 
dark as Charlie appeared to get on his knees and 
struggle and then fall over forward giggling. "What are 
you doing?" 

"I'm taking my pants off." There was a long silence. 

"Hot?" 

"Yea." 

"Me too."

We lay there. It was warm. It was a good excuse. I lay 
on my back, in my jockey underwear with my peter 
pressing upward against the material. It was ok because 
it was dark and Charlie could not see me. I could not 
see him. I wondered if he was lying on his back. I 
wondered if he had a "hard."  

"Charlie?"

"Yea." 

"You hard?"

"What?"

"That." I said I moved my hand and briefly brushed 
where I thought his peter would be. I was on target. I 
brushed across something stiff with the back of my 
hand. Charlie sort of jumped and grunted. 

"You do don't you?" 

"Yea. I guess so." 

"Me too." 

"Yea?" 

"Touch it." 

I was scared but I got up the courage to say that. I 
was scared to death. I was afraid that he would jump up 
and leave the tent with me left to explain why he went 
home in the middle of the night. "You want me to?" 

"Let's take turns ok?" I hoped his understanding that I 
would touch him would persuade him not to get up and 
leave. "Ok."

We lay there for what seemed like a very long time 
before either of us got the courage to reach across. 
Our hands touched in the dark in mid air. It was 
reassuring that we were both going to do it. I felt my 
hand floating down thru the dark. It's funny. In the 
dark you can move just an inch or two and it can feel 
like a foot.

I finally felt something pressing into the palm of my 
hand. I jerked my hand back and then slowly returned 
it. It was the end of Charlie's peter that I was 
feeling thru the material of his underwear. At almost 
the same moment I felt the presence of his hand resting 
on my crotch. Our arms crossed and rubbed together in 
the dark. We lay there with our hands resting, not 
moving, on each other's crotch. I was overcome with the 
sensations flowing thru my body. I had never felt 
anything like it. I was melting! Charlie made a light 
sound that told me he was feeling the same thing. I 
closed my fingers. 

I gently squeezed the flesh below my hand. I could feel 
the distinct outline of Charlie's cock. He groaned and 
pushed his hips against the pressure of my hand. I felt 
his fingers close over my peter. His fingers drifted 
over the outline of my stiff little cock as if he was 
measuring its length. I felt a sensation like I was 
peeing. There was a coolness at the end of my cock. I 
duplicated his movement. I sought out the long part of 
his cock and began to massage its length with my 
fingertips. He moaned and squeezed me harder.

After a moment I realized that we were both laying 
there very quietly, not moving, with a hand on each 
other's cock. Neither of us could handle the sensations 
coursing thru our bodies and concentrate on what we 
were doing with our hands at the same time. 

"I'll do you first." I whispered. 

Charlie relaxed and moved his hand down to his side. 
"Ok." It was a rational decision. It was like sharing 
the soap at the school shower. It was like taking turns 
diving off the rock at the pond.

I turned on my side and reached across with my right 
hand to find his lump again. I felt a spot of wetness 
there. I hoped it wasn't pee. I didn't want to touch 
his pee. I thought about my own sensation earlier and 
reached with my other hand to feel the front of my own 
underwear. The same wet spot. I remembered the big boys 
talking about "cumming." 

That was it. We were cumming. I felt good. I felt 
closer to Charlie than anyone else on earth at that 
moment. We were cumming together. Little did I know 
that my "pre-cum" condition was no where near the 
sensation I would experience with my first real climax.

"You wanna take your pants off?" I posed the question 
after I had rubbed his peter thru his underwear for a 
few minutes. I did it for two reasons. I wanted to 
satisfy my own curiosity and I wanted to give Charlie 
the very best good feelings that I could. 

Charlie answered by lifting his hips and pushing his 
underwear down from his hips. I touched his leg as I 
gathered the courage to return my hand to his cock. I 
felt his underwear as I passed over it to my target. I 
felt the soft skin of his peter under my searching 
fingers. I liked the sensation of touching his bare 
skin, especially the soft skin of his peter. It moved 
with my fingertips. I settled my hand down on him once 
again. He sighed a very deep sigh. 

I'm not sure where I learned how to jerk off. I know I 
had pulled on my own peter a number of times because it 
seemed the natural thing to do and it felt good. I took 
Charlie's little peter between my thumb and forefinger 
and started moving them up and down. I felt the 
sensation of the loose skin moving freely over the hard 
surface underneath. I liked it. I wrapped my fingers 
around his cock and tried to move my whole hand up and 
down. 

At first I found I could pull the skin over the top of 
his peter. As his cock grew harder and longer the skin 
tightened and became very smooth. I tried to see in the 
dark what I was doing. I wanted to see the expression 
on Charlie's face. He was breathing deeply and pushing 
against my hand with his hips. He was making little 
grunting sounds. I felt his hand lying on the ground 
between us stiffen as he pushed against the air 
mattress. Suddenly he squealed! It was a mix between a 
squeal and a cry of pain. I was shocked! I jerked my 
hand back and peered into the dark; I was scared to 
death that I had hurt something. "No, no." He grunted 
and grabbed my hand pulling it back to his middle. 

I took his cock again in my hand and started gently 
squeezing it. "Ahhhhh. Oh God!" Charlie's hips jerked 
in repeated upward motions as he shoved his peter thru 
my fingers again and again. 

I was surprised and mystified when I felt the wetness 
and the heat of Charlie's cum running down onto the 
edge of my hand and everything got slick and hot. I 
instinctively moved my arm faster and faster bringing 
Charlie the ecstasy of his first climax. He sort of 
collapsed, lying quietly for a few seconds. I 
maintained my grip on his peter gently squeezing it and 
pulling at it.

Charlie pushed my hand away and covered himself with 
both of his hands and rolled over on his side with his 
back to me. I was concerned. I touched his shoulder and 
whispered, "Charlie, you ok? Did I hurt something? "No, 
no. It's ok, I'm sticky. I think I came. I think I did 
what Eddie Miller said, I came!"

I lay silent. Charlie flopped over onto his back. "Oh 
God, that was ahaaaa wow!" I smiled in the dark. I was 
happy I made him feel good. I was desperate to join him 
in that feeling. 

Charlie did me. I pulled my underwear to my ankles and 
off. I spread my legs and I lay relaxed on my back. Not 
a word was spoken. Charlie leaned over me and 
thoughtfully worked his hand up to my cock by running 
it along the inside of my thigh. The pleasantness of 
his warm hand touching my leg was swallowed up in the 
following sensation of his fingers slowly wrapping 
themselves around my stiffened peter. I forced myself 
to breath regularly as Charlie began to minister to my 
throbbing little peter. He gently pulled and tugged at 
it and repeatedly pressed down to get a fresh grip as 
he again gently pulled upward. Each cycle sent waves of 
pleasure coursing thru my body. 

It was first his breath that I felt on my bare belly to 
cause me to raise my head to look and then the sweet 
sensations of his wet lips and mouth closing down over 
my heated cock. I gasped for air as the overwhelming 
sensations of hot and cold rushed across my groin. I 
felt a surge deep within me and the flow of hot cum 
came rushing thru me and out. I touched the sides of 
Charlie's head, intending to pull his mouth away from 
my engorged cock but he resisted the pressure and 
stayed there as my first cum pulsed from my cock deep 
into his throat. 

I could hear him grunting and felt the cum running back 
out of his mouth and down my shaft. I exhaled several 
ragged breaths and felt my stiffened body collapse as 
he slowly lifted his mouth from me. I arched my hips 
upward longing for the feeling of his hot mouth wrapped 
around my shaft. He understood and gently grasped me in 
his hand and massaged the wetness until I relaxed.

Now it was my turn to lay exhausted, gasping for breath 
and exclaiming, "oh my God! Oh my God!" 

"You ok?" Charlie was leaning over me peering into my 
face. 

"Oh man yea!" I answered. "You ok?" I queried. "I mean, 
I tried to move you, I ah- Charlie interrupted me. 

"It's ok. I wanted to do it. Eddie told me about it. I 
wanted to try it."

We lay there for a very long time, on our backs staring 
into the dark at the ceiling of the tent. I was very 
careful not to touch his leg with my hand resting 
beside me. That was strange. I guess I just didn't 
think anything could be more perfect and I did not want 
to change the moment. "Do you think I am gay?" 
Charlie's voice was hesitant and fearful. 

"Gay! Heck no man. We are buddies. I'll do you next 
time ok?" I thought about what I had just said. What if 
he was gay? I wasn't too sure what that meant. I heard 
the bigger boys talking about "queer" and "gay" and 
"cock sucker." I didn't want to sound like it was bad. 
What about next time. Would there be one and would I 
really want to suck his peter like he did me? 

"Hey it doesn't make any difference if you are gay or 
not. We both liked it. Next time we will both do what 
we want to do as long as it is ok with both of us 
right?" 

"Right." 

That was Charlie's last word for the night. We both 
fell asleep. I with my underwear pulled up, my hands 
covering my crotch wet with my first cum. It was bright 
daylight when I opened my eyes again. Charlie was gone. 
We never "camped out" again. We never spoke of that 
night again. We drifted apart and went our separate 
ways. Charlie is married now with a kid in college. I 
wonder if he thinks of the night we camped out and if 
that memory is as fond to him as it is to me.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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