Where it happened: hunting cabin
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
In the early 1950s, my parents and I moved into a small central Pennsylvania town. We were barely unpacked when I meet Bob who was also 12. After a few days of getting acquainted with he and his family, I was invited to come along to their hunting cabin upstate.
Since we shared the same room and bed, I was surprised when we got ready for bed. His was a little taken with his tall, thin, athletic body … as compared to my pudginess … but was dumb-founded when shoved his shorts down.
I’ll never forget him standing in just his tight, white briefs. There was no mistaken the outline of his rod-like “peter” and balls. While he turned facing me, he seemed more than proud of what he had in his pants especially seeing me in my boxer underwear.
He spread his legs slightly, allowing me an even better view, as I witnessed his “peter” growing longer and thicker.
I hadn’t seen but a few boys in school before and we were all about the same size, some taller or shorter, and all of us had elephant style skins covering the ends of their “peters.”
Realizing my awareness and envy of seeing him, Bob suggested, “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine”. I obviously nodded my approval and the next thing I knew, he had his briefs down at his feet and saw standing up showing me his “peter.”
At the base of his belly, his hairless, firm, set of balls hung loosely. A long, thick, rod was pointed upwards, towards his belly button. It bounced and jiggled with his every move. His “peter” was totally skinless, without a flaw, blemish or wrinkle, and he had a large bulged head on the end.
Shoving my shorts down, I stood up as he glanced at my two- inch, fully hooded “peter.”
I was, for the first time in my life, overwhelmed with jealousy – and at the same time envy as I was invited to touch, then feel, then later, play with his stiff rod.
It didn’t take long before he was teaching me how to play with him, allowing me to stroke his length and thickness, carefully avoiding his “head.”
“Suck it,” suggested. At first the very thought of putting it in my mouth was repulsive … but after promising that he wouldn’t pee in me … I yielded to his suggestion and took it my mouth, holding it downward.
There was no taste (like licking your finger) and I could take all of his bulged head. He was soon into rhythmic thrusting and I watched as his balls tightened. It wasn’t long before I could feel his head getting bigger as he encouraged me to flick my tongue back-and-forth over the ridge of skin on the underside of his head.
Another moment or two, I felt his “peter” begin to spontaneously spasm, with sudden involuntary contractions which shook his body. He held my head as he attempted to push his rod through it.
“I’m coming,” he exclaimed softly, as I felt his “peter” throb successively 10 to 12 times in a row. They were all “dry” orgasms as neither of us were old enough to squirt yet. He “came” 8 times that night.
He played with me a once, rolling the skin back and forth over my tiny, smelly, slimy wet, bright red “peter.” He thought that hooded “peters” were ugly.
Bob and I became even closer all through high school and I must have swallowed gallons of his creamy, white sperm, which he could squirt 10 or 15 feet (on the very few occasions when I allowed him to take it out of my mouth).
He found a girl to take his large 9.0 by 1.75 inch circumcised rod. I later became unhooded and grew a normal 6.5 by 1.50 inch “peter.” We both became fathers and are very happily married with successful careers.
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