Six year old Roger is introduced to sex by two cute
little farm girl cousins. From the memoirs of the life
and times of Tinman, in multiple parts. (bg, youths,
1st, oral)
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Six year old Roger is introduced to sex by two cute
little farm girl cousins. From the memoirs of the life
and times of Tinman, in multiple parts.
Part I - Sweet Country Cousins
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I was in the fourth grade at a Catholic school in
Kansas City. I was nine, 'cause I got an early start in
school, my birthday being in early September. Nine year
old boys didn't have much to do in those 1944 WWII
days; no TV, only radio, no playground or park close
by, only a few toys to play with and, of course, my
little pecker.
When I was about five, I'd been introduced to sex by
two girl cousins, sisters, who lived on a farm about
forty miles from the little country town where we
lived. Their dad, uncle Charlie, was a good farmer who
had always wanted a son to grow up and help on the
farm, but he and my aunt only got two daughters. So, he
was always willing to take me in for a few weeks each
summer when mom and dad needed some help -- they both
worked and couldn't really keep a young kid on school
vacation.
Not long after I arrived at uncle Charlie's farm that
first summer, the girls -- Nina, 11 and Sharon, 13 --
started me out. The first time, we rode two old mares
out through the fields down to a pond.
One of the sisters always rode in front of me, which
meant I had to hold on. I held on tight, feeling a
funny feeling in my little peter when I pushed it up
against her little round bottom. When we got to the
pond, we'd go for a swim. Nina and Sharon were still
young enough that their folks didn't
worry about us swimming in the all-together. Actually,
I'm not so sure uncle Charlie didn't have his
suspicions about how much the girls knew, but he never
said anything.
We stripped for a swim and jumped in the water. We
weren't self conscious about being naked, not at all.
We splashed around for a few minutes having a good old
time. The idea began to sink into my pee brain that I
was naked with two real live girls and I was thrilled
because several times
I caught glimpses of their precious little cunnies
hidden between their legs.
That sight, of course, pretty quickly made my little
dick start to get stiff and stick straight out. In
later years, I realized that the girls probably had
already had sexual experiences with boys from school.
They weren't at all bashful. When they saw my little
stiffy they giggled and pointed and chased me around
the big old tree by the pond, sing-songing "Roger's got
a stiffff-eee." I soon tired of the chase and they
caught me.
Naturally, the first thing they did then was to grasp
my dickie and play with it, which caused us all to
giggle. Then we all lay down on the grass. They looked
me over pretty thoroughly, feeling my little nuts and
kind of stroking my dickie. Then Sharon invited me to
check out her cunny -- she
called it her "pussy." She spread her legs and let me
look at it up close. For some odd reason I wanted to
taste it and she said okay. Actually, it didn't have
much taste at all, I guess because Sharon was so young.
But she wasn't so young she didn't like the feeling and
let out a big sigh and said, "That feels sooo nice,
Roge, do it more." Which I did.
Soon, of course, nothing would do but that I was
invited to look over Nina's, as well, and taste her
down there. The result was about the same, she wiggled
around and giggled a lot, but told me that she liked it
and I should do it more and more.
While I did that, Sharon moved around and while holding
my dickie she kissed and licked it. That felt pretty
good and I began to realize why they had been giggling
and wiggling. There were places where Sharon kissed or
licked that were so sensitive that I couldn't lie
still, but wiggled, tried to pull away from her busy
little mouth, all the while giggling like mad.
Imagine, three little naked kids, all clean from our
playing in the pond, laying in the shade of that big
old tree in nice green field grass, free to do just
about anything we wanted. And the girls wanted... they
really wanted a lot. Thus began my first lessons in sex
with girls.
That afternoon in the cool of that shade, they showed
me how to finger them both, where to apply pressure
with my fingers outside their little slits. They showed
me how those little young pussies got slippery after we
played for awhile, and how that slipperiness made it
easy for me to slide my finger inside a little bit.
Inside they felt really slippery. At first I was kind
of, like, "Ugggg..." slimy. But then Sharon showed me
how my little dickie was getting all slippery too. She
told me everyone gets slippery when they start feeling
each other and that it was really nice because it made
it easier for fingers and dickies to go inside them.
Then she told me to taste her juice on my finger. I
did, and found it tasted kind of sweet, so from that
moment on throughout my life, I think of pussy juice
just like syrup, rich and sweet.
Then she showed me how to play with the inside of her
pussy, moving it around and back and forth in and out
of her. She showed me how to crook my finger and rub it
across the top of her pussy canal, which seemed to make
her jump and moan. Then I tried the same things on
Nina, and Nina just loved it all so much. She was so
sweet.
Although Sharon was the prettier, I thought, having a
special look that I loved (she looked very much like
her mom, my aunt, so maybe that was a family thing).
Nina had more of an slightly oriental look that
definitely proved that uncle Charlie was her father,
'cause he had that same look. They both were pretty,
but I always favored Sharon's look a bit more than
Nina's.
That summer, we had our little sex romps over and over:
in the attic, at the pond, in the big sweet smelling
hayloft in uncle Charlie's big barn and in several
other places around the farm. Yes, they both showed me
how to fuck them. I was too young to be reaching
orgasms yet and I think they were too -- at least with
a kid as young as me.
But I wasn't too young to get stiffies whenever we got
naked. Nor too young to stick my stiffy in their little
cunnies, their mouths and their hands. So, suck them
both I did, and they never quite got enough, especially
Sharon. She just loved it!
I mentioned the attic. One of our special play places
was the attic of their house. It was bare and dusty,
had windows on both ends and was where they stored
several extra featherbeds -- big old pillow-like
mattresses. Most farm families slept on these things
and kept spares for visitors and to switch off now and
then with their own mattresses. These things were
stuffed with feathers (duck feathers I think) and were
very soft.
Well, whenever we played up there we always played
house and I was always the "daddy" for the sex parts.
Sometimes we played doctor, but we didn't know very
much to do with that scenario.
Playing house, we'd climb up on one of the big old
featherbeds and the girls would play with my dickie and
nuts and kiss them. I would kiss and lick their little
cunnies and soon they taught me to kiss and suck their
titty-less nipples. We would almost always fuck,
sometimes for long times.
I recall one day I wanted very much to go back down to
the pond and swim. My dickie was getting a little sore
from all the in and out the girls always wanted.
Finally, I got really ticked off and told them, "If we
don't go out and plan, I'm going to tell uncle
Charlie." Today I chuckle about that, thinking how much
I'd give to be back in that same situation again. I'd
fuck those little sweethears forever and never ever
complain again.
That was the beginning of my learning and years of sex.
Continued in Part 2...
It's a mystery why I never thought of it myself, but I
hadn't yet ever learned to jack off my own prick. Oh,
I'd play with it a little now and then because it felt
good, but I never really got into a jacking session --
probably because I hadn't yet had an orgasm or
ejaculated any cum and so I didn't realize what
wonderful results a prolonged session of self-play
might produce.
Across from our house in our little country town was a
big, block-long vacant lot where there had once been
some houses and/or farm buildings. Now there were only
grassy pits and hillocks, perfect for a young boy to
play cowboys and Indians or war - more likely since
World War II was taking place then. After I had
returned from uncle Charlie's farm and my two horny
cousins in September, I turned nine just in time for
the start of school and my third grade.
One lazy afternoon before school started, I was over
there playing soldier. I had gotten tired of that game
and had lay on the grass to relax and gaze at the big
white clouds as they changed form over and over. I was
laying on the inside wall of one of the pits, a little
grassy crater about two and one- half feet deep.
As I lay there counting the clouds I could feel that my
willie had gotten aroused some by the sunlight and the
perfect day and was sticking up but I hadn't done
anything about it. Then, a young guy about my age came
walking through the lot, probably taking a short cut
home. He happened along and saw me and came over,
grinned and said, "Hi! I'm Wendel," and sat down beside
me. I grinned back and replied, "Hi! I'm Roger." After
that, we began talking about this and that: school, how
we had spent the summer and stuff like that.
My little hardon hadn't gone down and was just sticking
up - oh, maybe three inches or so - in my short pants.
I noticed that he looked at it as he talked. He told me
his name was Wendel and I noticed right away that he
was kind of cute. He asked how old I was. I told him I
was nine; he said he was eleven. He lay back next to me
and we talked for a little bit about the cloud
formations, what they looked like and stuff like that.
One cloud happened by that Wendel said looked like a
big penis with a pair of balls hanging down. We laughed
about that and made a couple nasty, little boy
comments.
I noticed, though, that Wendel was rubbing the front of
his short pants where something was sticking up the
same way my pants had been before my Willie died down
some. Now, as I looked at him rub himself and we joked
about that big penis in the sky, mine was starting to
stick up again and felt kind of good. I grinned and
turned on my side toward him and asked him what he was
doing.
"I'm rubbing my dick," he said. "It kind of got hard
laying here. Do you ever rub yourself? Then he laughed,
ha-ha-ha, as he looked over at me on my side rubbing
myself. "
Wanting to sound grown up like him, I replied "Sure.
yeah," I confessed. "sometimes when it gets stiff and
feels like its about to explode. Y'know, like that."
"I jack off a lot," Wendel said, "sometimes three or
four times a day. Damn, I really like jacking off. do
you do it too?"
I hadn't heard the term, jacking off, before. "I dunno.
What's that mean?" I asked.
"What? You've never heard of jacking off before? That's
when you take your peter out of your pants, or you drop
your pants. like this." he said as he actually pulled
down his short pants. He didn't have any underpants on
and his peter flopped out, sticking up all stiff. It
must have been about four inches long, maybe just a
little more.
It looked big to me with my three and one-half inch
nine year-old dick. I was fascinated by it, and let out
a gasp and a "Wow! Look at you." "You like my dick?" he
asked as he began to slide the skin on his peter back
and forth. He was, like me, uncircumcised and he would
bring the foreskin up and over the head of his dick as
he stroked it with two fingers.
He continued his explanation of jacking off: "Then you
move the skin back and forth like this. It starts to
feel really good and sometimes slippery stuff leaks out
and makes it easier to move the skin," he explained as
he demonstrated to his wide-eyed audience. "The longer
you do it the better it feels and the more of that
slippery stuff comes out. Pretty soon," he continued,
breathing faster and a little harder now, "it starts
feeling really really good.". With that he jerked his
fingers off himself.
"When it feels really really really good, you'll get a
wonderful tingly feeling if you don't stop," he said,
"but if you stop for a few minutes and start again,
boy-oh-boy it just feels better and better the more you
do that."
Need I relate how my bugging eyes were glued to his
prick and what he was doing to himself? His free hand
cupped his nut sack, which was kind of big and looked
like it had two walnuts in it. I noticed my own dickie
was getting real stiff and was kind of pulsing as my
young butt clenched and unclenched.
"You mean you've really never done that?" he asked,
acting surprised.
"No, really, I haven't, but it sure looks like fun. I'm
gonna try it tonight." I answered. "I have done other
stuff with my girl cousins, but I've never... jacked
off, as you call it."
His hand was sliding his skin back and forth again and
the head of his dick looked all shiny. I really wanted
to touch him and slide that skin back and forth for
him. There was, like, a magnetic attraction that just
made me want to feel it and hold it. So, I asked him
stuttering, "C- C- Can I try that. jacking your prick?"
I didn't realize that I was also very excited,
sexually.
"Sure," he replied, grinning a big wide grin that
showed off his teeth. "It feels even better when
someone else does it for you."
He really was a cute guy, and he had those two
prominent "rabbit teeth" in front, those two incisors,
or squirrel teeth, that to this day I find unusually
attractive in both women and guys. I have finally
figured out in later years that those two prominent
incisors always looked to me like "youth."
He continued, "So I'd really like that -- that'd be
fun. But first, you want to take your pants off so I
can play with yours at the same time? That'll be even
more fun!"
Well, that did sound like fun, so I grinned back at him
and quickly slid my short pants down along with my
little under pants. Of course, my dick was already
stiff like his, and was kind of wet on the tip with
that slippery stuff.
"Here," he said, taking my hand and wrapping it around
his prick. It felt hot, and it kind of jumped a little
when I grasped it. He was hard, of course, but it also
felt kind of giving, like if I squeezed it it gave a
little, then sprung right back. Remember, this was the
first prick other than mine I'd ever had my hands on.
As I scrooched over closer to him, he took my little
shaft in two fingers and began to slide my skin back
and forth. My foreskin rolled back and forth as he did
that, and every few strokes he'd stick one of his
fingers inside the skin and work it around. He was
right! God, it felt so much better to have someone else
touching me. And the fact that he was a boy made it
somehow seem a little more "nasty."
Taking a cue from my more experienced new friend, I did
the same for him.
We lay there, two cute young boys on a sunny but cool
fall afternoon, naked from our shirts down, stroking
each other and making each other feel very, very nice.
This was something I wanted to do lots more of, I
thought to myself. We were both sighing and moaning
with the great feelings we were experiencing.
Pretty soon Wendel must have rememberd what I'd said
about my two girl cousins. "Hey, Roge, why don't you
tell me about your girl cousins. What did you do with
them, anyway? Did they show you their little slits?"
"Ummmm hmmmm," I replied. "I played with their pussies
a lot all summer. And they played with my Willie, a
lot. N' we spent lots of time in their attic playing
house on the big featherbeds up there." My dick was
feeling so good with the feel of his hand jacking me
and the excitement of me feeling his and jacking it, it
was getting a little difficult to keep my mind on
talking. As he had promised, it was starting to feel
really really good!
"Did you, y'know... DO it to them? Y'know, in their
pussies?" Wendel asked between hard breaths.
"Ummmm hmmmm, lots of times. That felt the best," I
told him. "Specially when they got all creamy down
there - y'know, in their pussies." The remembrance of
those many days made me feel sexier and sexier and his
jacking of my dick was just getting better and better.
"Wow!" He exclaimed, jacking me faster which made me
kind of hump his hand. "You actually fucked your cousin
- did you fuck both of 'em??"
"Sure," I answered. "If one did it with me the other
just had to do it too. Seems like seeing each other do
it with me made them just 'have' to do it."
With that, Wendel let go my dick and grasped his own
with his full hand and began jacking himself faster and
faster. With his free hand he cupped his balls or kind
of pressed himself beneaath his balls. Within a few
minutes, he let out a long low groan as his jacking
hand went to warp speed and his back arched up from the
ground. Then, a few seconds later some white stuff
squirted up out of the end of his dick and he cried
out, "Oh god. Fuck! Fuck! Oohhhhhhh."
Then he did that all over again and finally twice more
as he squirted more spurts of his juice up into the
air, only to fall back onto his stomach, face and
hands. The last little spurt kind of splattered my
face, which was pretty close to his exploding dick. I
was surprised by how warm it was on my face. I wiped it
from my face and then studied it on my hand. I stuck
out my tongue to taste it, wondering if it tasted like
mine or like the girls. It was different, but it was
kind of nice, especially since I had just watched
Wendel spurt it out of his dick. Remember this was
young boy cum, still fresh and pure.
I was amazed at all this. I had never seen anything
like this before and instantly wondered exactly what
had happened. "Wow!" I said when I regained my speech.
"What did you do, anyway?" Wendel looked over at me,
grinned and said, "I just had a big climax, a big 'cum'
Roge. It felt wonderful, better than ever before."
"You mean you've done that before? Squirt that stuff, I
mean?"
He explained, "Yeah. But I haven't been squirting 'cum'
for too long, only about since school ended this
summer. Before that, I just got the feeling without the
juice."
By now, Wendel had kind of collapsed back into the
grass, all limp, still breathing hard but a little
easier now. His eyes were fixed on me and what I was
doing. "You tasted it, didn't you? What did you think
about it?" he asked.
"It was okay, kind of hot, kind of salty, and tasted a
little bit like horse sweat," I answered. I told him I
had tasted my cousins' juices before. That excited him
some and his dick kind of jerked back up about half
way.
Then he kind of smirked and said, "I'll bet you haven't
started squirting yet, have you?"
"N-no, I haven't. But sometimes I do get a real
tickling kind of feeling sometimes. And after, I get
really tired and don't want to play sex anymore. What
was that white stuff you squirted, anyway?"
"Boy," he said, "you really are new! Well, when a guy
jacks off for a while he gets a really wonderful
feeling in his balls that spreads all over his whole
body and then he squirts out his white juice. that's
'cum' -- his baby juice. Roge," he continued, "nothin'
in the world feels better 'n that. That's the stuff
that makes babies if it gets in a girl's pussy."
My cousins hadn't told me about that. Maybe they hadn't
yet seen cum, or didn't know what he was if they did.
Or just didn't bother to tell me about it. This was
news I was really interested in.
"And its pretty normal," he continued, "for a guy to be
real tired and worn out after he cums. It really takes
a lot out of a guy and takes a while to get hard
again."
He must have remembered that he left me hanging when he
finished himself off. "Okay," he said as he rolled onto
his side and took my prick in his fingers again. Giving
it a big squeeze he started to 'jack' me again. "Let me
show you what its like." Then he took out a red cowboy
handkerchief and kind of rolled it up into a little
ball and stuck it between my thighs, up under my balls.
"That'll make your climax feel even better," he
explained. And then he settled back and slowly began to
stroke my dick up and down while he fondled my balls
with the other hand and pushed that handkerchief
tightly into my crotch. He told me to close my eyes and
just 'feel' what he was doing.
He stroked his young hard-on for maybe several minutes,
all the while playing with my balls. Soon I started
moaning and pumping my hips into his hand. In answer,
he stroked faster and faster and lowered his mouth onto
the head of my dick. God! That was new to me and it
felt absolutely wonderful. His hand was flying so fast
that it felt like a whirlwind and his mouth was so hot
and wet I almost couldn't stand it.
I squeezed my thighs together tighter and tighter
together and realized that handkerchief really was
making it feel much better. Then, suddenly I felt
something happening deep in the area of my butt and
balls. Before I knew it, I was moaning out loud, "OH!
Oh god Wendel, something's happening. I think I may be
cumming!"
I was breathing fast and heavy, now, and then it hit
me! My back arched up into the air like I was trying to
fuck my dick up into those clouds we had been watching.
And then I got a little taste of that wonderful feeling
he had talked about. still not a full orgasm, but it
felt nice. And of course, no white stuff came out. I
wasn't quite old enough yet for a full orgasm.
After we relaxed a little while, he asked me about my
girl cousins and I told him about my summer with the
girls. I don't think he believed everything I told him
and he couldn't understand how I could fuck them if I
hadn't yet started to cum. But I just told him it felt
real good anyway. He assured me that it would feel
much, much better when I started cumming.
"Wow, I wish I had girl cousins or a sister. I've
played with Angie, the girl down the street where I
live, and she's played with my dick but we haven't
fucked yet. I'm going to have to try real hard to do it
with her. I think she'll do it if I get her really
excited first."
That was the last time I saw Wendel, although I spent a
lot of time after school playing over in that field
hoping he'd come by again. I looked for him at school,
too, but never saw him. I wondered if maybe he wasn't
just visiting and didn't live in town. But I sure have
sweet memories of that day when I learned so much about
jacking off. And ever since, I've jacked off nearly
every day, sometimes several times a day. So far, I've
never run out of that baby juice!
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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