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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.

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