Doing It, part 1 (bb, anal, 1st)

by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com)

Summary: Two first grade boys play a very different type of game…



By the time I was required to take sex’ed, in Seventh Grade (when I 
was twelve); I almost could have taught the class from personal 
experience… 

It all began that first day of school after the winter holiday break 
when I was five.  Don’t get me wrong: it had been nice being able to 
sleep late in the mornings, but I hadn’t gotten to see my best-friend 
(and fellow first grader) Allen since before the break began.  At 
lunch we talked about what we had done during the break.  I had spent 
the break at home with my parents and nine year old big sister, Sophie; 
while Allen had gone skiing with his family.  Allen told me how he had 
shared a room with his older brother, and that they “had lots of fun 
‘doing it’ everyday” they were there.  I asked him what he meant by 
‘doing it,’ he told me he’d show me when we went to my house after 
school.  I don’t think I’ll ever forget how long the rest of that 
school day seemed to last.  

Finally the school-day had ended and we went to my house; and once 
there, straight to my bedroom.  He said we should “go in the ‘fort’” 
(that’s what we called the triangular space behind the headboard of 
my bed, which was in the corner of the room at angle).  Once we were 
in the ‘fort’ I asked if we were “gonna ‘do it’,” Allen said yes and 
pulled his pants and underpants down to his ankles, as he told me to 
do the same.  There was nothing weird about that seeing as we had 
played ‘doctor’ a number of times.  Besides, Allen had ‘done it’ before 
which meant he knew what was doing, I reasoned.  So, without hesitation, 
I pulled my pants and underpants down as instructed. 

Once my pants and underpants were around my ankles, Allen told me to 
turn-around and bend over: I did.  I heard him spit and felt moisture 
on / around my butt-hole, I asked what he was doing.  He said he had 
“to moisten the butt-hole before we could ‘do it’.”  Now that was 
definitely weird, but Allen was my best-friend and I trusted him; so I 
went along with it.  A few seconds later I felt something warm and hard 
press against my butt-hole…  He put his hands on my hips and began 
pushing the warm hard thing into my butt-hole.  When I asked him what 
he was doing he replied that he was “putting his penis in my butt-hole, 
he was going to slide in in-and-out and it would feel really good.”  A 
second or so after he finished explaining I felt his soft tummy press 
up against my bare butt-cheeks.  

“It kinda hurts,” I commented.

“Yeah Tim, it does at first, but it’ll feel good in a second,” Allen 
said, as he pulled back; letting most of his penis slide out of my 
butt-hole.  He pushed it back in, then pulled it out…in-and-out, 
in-and-out…  

Allen was right.  I told him it was “starting to feel good” and he 
began moving his penis in-and-out of my butt-hole faster.  That felt 
even better…  For a few minutes I stood still while Allen was moving 
his hips back-and-forth, sliding his penis in-and-out of my butt-hole.  

Then he suggested that I should move my “hips back-and-forth” so his 
penis would go in-and-out of my butt-hole even faster.  So far it was 
feeling better when he slid his penis in-and-out of my butt-hole faster, 
so I began moving my hips back and forth.  Doing that must have 
increased the speed his penis was moving (relative to my butt-hole) by 
at least fifty percent: and God it felt GREAT!  We continued on like 
that in silence for a few minutes, before I could hear my best friend 
beginning to breathe heavily: funny as it may seem when I say it, it 
sounded a lot like there was a dog panting behind me…  

After a few minutes of Allen panting behind me while sliding his penis 
in-and-out of my butt-hole, he said he was “getting tired and we should 
stop.”  I stopped moving my hips back-and-forth, while he pulled his 
hips back causing his penis to simply slip out of my butt-hole.  

“Wow, that felt great,” I commented as we were both pulling up our 
pants and underpants.

Once we were fully dressed, as we were stepping out of the ‘fort’, 
Allen said, “yeah, but it feels even better when Colin shoots this hot 
creamy liquid out of his penis into my butt-hole…it’s too bad I 
couldn’t shoot any in your butt-hole…”

“It can feel better than that? really?” I half asked, half commented in 
disbelief.

“Yup,” he replied matter of factly.  

There was a moment of silence before I asked, “You think Colin would be 
willing to shoot the hot creamy liquid in my butt-hole?”

“Probably…” Allen said; his tone made it clear that he was thinking 
about it as he spoke.

***

The next day, a Tuesday, Allen once again came to my house after school; 
like he did every Tuesday.  When we got to my bedroom I asked if we 
could ‘do it’ again.  He said yes, and suggested that I should put my 
penis into his butt-hole so I’d know what that felt like.  I was kinda 
disappointed: from what he had said it sounded like having a penis in 
your butt-hole felt better than putting your penis in somebody else’s 
butt-hole…but Allen knew more about ‘doing it’ than I did so I said 
okay.

After we went into the ‘fort’ both of us pulled our pants and 
underpants down to our ankles like we had the day before.  Allen turned 
so he was facing the back of my bed’s headboard: his back towards me.  
When he bent over, he grabbed his butt-cheeks and pulled them apart a 
little then told me to spit on his butt-hole.  

I tried to spit on his butt-hole, but missed: the little bit of spit 
that came out of my mouth hit his right hand.  “Move your tongue around 
in your mouth for a couple seconds, put your mouth over my butt-hole, 
then let the spit drool out,” he suggested.  I followed his 
instructions, which worked well.  Taking hold of my hard penis, I lined 
it up with his butt-hole, and then moved my hips forward.  

Looking down, I watched in amazement as my penis seemed to disappear 
into my best friend’s butt-hole, “it looks neat the way it goes in…” 
I said.

“Yup,” Allen replied in a knowing tone before asking how it felt.

“It’s kinda…well…” I couldn’t find the right words to describe the 
soft, tight, warm sheath that was enveloping my penis.  I continued 
moving my hips forward until I felt Allen’s fingers against my tummy.  
He moved his hands off his butt-cheeks and I moved my hips that last 
little bit forward ‘til his butt-cheeks were pressed firmly against my 
tummy.  

“You gotta slide it in-and-out,” he reminded/informed me.  As I began 
moving my hips back, Allen added, “Don’t pull back too far or your 
penis will slide out of my butt-hole…”  Hearing that, I focused almost 
all of my attention on the physical sensation of the soft, tight, warm 
sheath which was enveloping my penis; I noticed that as I moved my hips 
back that the soft, warm tightness was wrapped around less and less of 
the length of my penis.  

Then, when I only felt the soft, warm tightness on the head of my 
penis, I reversed course and began moving my hips forward: my penis 
sliding back into my best friend’s butt-hole…and the soft warm 
tightness enveloping more and more of my penis.  “Is this right?” I 
heard myself ask.

“Yeah…that’s good; but side it in-and-out faster,” he replied as I felt 
his butt-cheeks bump up against my tummy.  With that, I moved my hips 
back significantly faster; again stopping when I could only feel the 
soft warm tightness around the head of my penis.  At which point I 
plunged back in as fast as I could, “That’s it,” Allen commented.  So, 
having figured out how far I could move my hips, I began moving my hips 
back-and-forth as fast as I could: forcing my penis in-and-out of my 
best friend’s butt-hole.  

I began to feel a bit tired and began breathing more heavily after 
fifteen or so minutes of rocking my hips back-and-forth as fast as I 
could.  Had it not felt so good having my best friend’s butt-hole 
wrapped around my penis I probably would have stopped then.  But it did 
feel good; so I continued moving my hips back-and-forth until I was 
breathing harder than I’d ever breathed before.  

Then, suddenly without warning, I felt the strangest sensation: my 
butt-cheeks tightened and my nuts drew up under my penis.   For a 
brief second I was a little scared; so with my tunny pressed against 
my best friend’s butt-cheeks I stopped moving my hips: the entirety of 
my penis inside his butt-hole.  Then I felt the most amazing sensation: 
my penis was throbbing!  There was this energy that seemed to be 
shooting through my penis…and it felt GREAT: far better than anything 
I’d ever felt before!  Strangely, I was unaware of anything else: I 
couldn’t hear anything, I couldn’t really see anything, I couldn’t 
smell anything…

Little more than ten seconds after my penis began throbbing, it 
stopped.  Talk about a letdown…  But, it had felt so outrageously 
AMAZING that I wasn’t actually able to think while it was happening; 
and not being able to think, that isn’t a good thing…

About three seconds after my penis stopped throbbing and I regained 
the ability to think, my penis flopped out of Allen’s butt-hole and I 
sort of fell back towards the wall.  

Turning around to face me, Allen commented, “You’re almost as good at 
that as Colin,” through one of the biggest smiles I’ve ever seen.

“Well… whoa… that… was… all… best… amazing…” I half panted as I tried 
to catch my breath.

“Yea…” my best friend responded as he bent down before grabbing and 
pulling up his pants and underpants.  

“You guys hear a funny noise a minute ago?” my sister Sophie asked as 
she stuck her head into my bedroom.

Allen turned back towards the bedroom door and shook his head while I 
replied, “No.”

“Could’a sworn I…” Sophie mumbled; a perplexed look on her face, as she 
disappeared back into the hallway.

Allen turned back towards me.  Then, while I pulled up my own pants and 
underpants, I asked, “Am I really as good at ‘doing it’ as Colin?”

“If you had shot the hot creamy liquid in my butt-hole, you’d be better 
than him,” my friend matter-of-factly replied.