Sometime when I was about junior high age, a "bad boy" from the neighborhood and I started messing around occasionally. Danny was from a pretty dysfunctional family, a bit of a troublemaker, etc., and we rarely hung out together. Once, though, we were camping out in my backyard, and the next thing you know we were comparing dicks. I never expected that. Like I said, we weren't actually friends--as kids we fought more than played together--but every couple of months he'd show up at my house and we'd go off somewhere for a "you show me yours and..." Neither of us really knew much, so we'd just touch each other, lie and rub on each other, nothing more.
I particularly loved the excitement of doing something that I thought was naughty with someone who I normally didn't pal around with. He'd come around, we'd wander off into a nearby field or somewhere, and at some point he'd say "Are you hard?" Of course, the answer was usually "Sort of." Then he'd say "Show me," and that was all the foreplay necessary.
So, once we were out in the field as usual. It was daytime, but we were in tall grass, far from any houses. It was winter, but a dry, sunny day. Danny had my pants down and was rubbing my dick. Maybe rubbing it a bit more than usual. I loved the sensation, but I really felt like I needed to pee. Then suddenly--whoosh! "Aha!" I thought. "I know what just happened!!!"
Naturally, not long after that I had to try it out myself, and the results were successful.
Off and on after that Danny and I would meet up and, as we called it, mess around. He really enjoyed making me cum, and who was I to refuse? Eventually we went our separate ways, but two years ago, out of the blue, I got an e-mail from him. We stayed in touch for a while, sometimes reminiscing about the good old days of messing around, and then his e-mail address was discontinued, and that was that.
I'll always remember fondly that first time. Not only was it pleasureable, but there was the feeling of finally understanding what it was all about.
Hmmmm...I wonder what I'd do if Danny showed up here and asked me, "Are you hard?"
I particularly loved the excitement of doing something that I thought was naughty with someone who I normally didn't pal around with. He'd come around, we'd wander off into a nearby field or somewhere, and at some point he'd say "Are you hard?" Of course, the answer was usually "Sort of." Then he'd say "Show me," and that was all the foreplay necessary.
So, once we were out in the field as usual. It was daytime, but we were in tall grass, far from any houses. It was winter, but a dry, sunny day. Danny had my pants down and was rubbing my dick. Maybe rubbing it a bit more than usual. I loved the sensation, but I really felt like I needed to pee. Then suddenly--whoosh! "Aha!" I thought. "I know what just happened!!!"
Naturally, not long after that I had to try it out myself, and the results were successful.
Off and on after that Danny and I would meet up and, as we called it, mess around. He really enjoyed making me cum, and who was I to refuse? Eventually we went our separate ways, but two years ago, out of the blue, I got an e-mail from him. We stayed in touch for a while, sometimes reminiscing about the good old days of messing around, and then his e-mail address was discontinued, and that was that.
I'll always remember fondly that first time. Not only was it pleasureable, but there was the feeling of finally understanding what it was all about.
Hmmmm...I wonder what I'd do if Danny showed up here and asked me, "Are you hard?"
