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Weenie tickle
When I was five, there was an eight year old boy. He would come over to my house to play outside with me, and after a while he would say, “we need to find a place to take all of your clothes off.” I asked why. He said, “So I can give you a weenie tickle. Boys all have the best fun playing weeners, and I’ll show you what a weenie is for.” So we found bushes and the next thing I knew, he had me naked. It was so fast and there I was. He was breathing hard, and touched my weenie that was hard and sticking out. But before we could go on , my mom starting calling. He ran off and I got caught naked outside. My mom spanked me and yelled at me for being naked, never asking why. So I knew that if I told her, I would never get to play weeners with the boy that made me feel so good down there.
So the next day, I went outside to play and the other boy came to the fence and asked what happened, if I had told my mom about our game. I said “No, because I like playing weeners”. He was happy, and said that I was his boyfriend and he knew a place where we could go and give each other weenie tickles. But that I had to promise to give him a weenie tickle the same way he was going to give me one, he said it was lolly pop weenie tickles. I agreed. Mom was gone and my older sister always ignored me and so it was perfect.
I climbed over the fence, and he took me by the hand and we walked into his garage across the alley. It was dark and empty with a rug on the floor. “Lay down” he said. I replied, “But I don’t want to lay down.” He said, “I’ll lay down with you.” So we layed down on the rug. I was wearing a muscle shirt and red shorts. Suddenly, he got up and pulled my shorts down and my weenie popped out like a spring, standing straight up. He said, “When you get the big tickly feeling in your weenie head, you have to call out loud, “Oh Bobby, weenie tickle Bobby! Weenie tickle”!
Then he put his mouth on and began to **. I was in heaven and it wasn’t a minute before I began having a big, big weenie tickle. Now I know it was my first **, but of course there was no **, being only five. He was sucking and sucking even as I cried out over and over, “Weenie tickle Bobby! Weenie tickle”!
He stopped, slipped my shoes and shorts off, then pulled me up and he yanked my shirt off and there I was, laying naked on the rug with my weenie throbbing and tickling, as he stroked the head with his hand.
“Now you give me one Pat”, he said. “It is our boyfriend secret and I love you. Boys like us play weenies because we love each other.” So he took all his cloths off, and for the first time I saw his weenie. It was much bigger than mine and it was long and hard like a stick. He said, “Get on your knees”. So I got on my knees on the rug and he said, “Open your mouth and when I put it in, ** like a lolly pop but don’t bite”! So he put it on my lips and I tasted it with my tongue. At first I didn’t like the taste and I said so. But he said, “But you promised me and its not fair! Now give me a weenie tickle like I did you Pat. Your weenie tastes good to me and you will like mine when you start sucking”.
So he put it all the way into my mouth and told me how to lick and ** while he had me by the back of the head. He choked me a few times when he jabbed it into the back of my throat and then he said, “swallow when I jab.” He had me by the ears and he started calling out, “Oh Pat! Weenie tickle Pat! Weenie tickle”! I felt the head of his weenie throbbing in my mouth and it was strange that I started getting another weenie tickle at the same time, without even touching my own. I choked again because he had his weening down my throat. So he pulled it out and because I was having a weenie tickle, I cried out, “Weenie tickle Bobby”!
So then said, “Ok, now lay down again. So I did and I saw him walk naked across the room to a table and his weenie was sticking straight up at an angle in the air. He put some sort of oil on it and came back over and rubbed his oily hands all over my weenie. I was in heaven. What a game! And then he laid down beside me, rolled me onto my side, and put that oil all over and between my ** cheeks. He said, “Now we do the hump weenie tickle game. So he rolled me onto my tummy and got ob top of me and was sliding his weenie between my ** cheeks. I felt in on ** cavity and it felt good. He slid it in and it hurt me. I started crying and he just pumped me until it quit hurting and I remember him calling out, “Weenie tickle.”
After that he layed down on his tummy and told me how to do him, and when my weenie was near the spot he said, “Put in in and just lay on me like I did you. Then pump up and down.” So I did and got a big weenie tickle and so did Bobby. After that we just laid facing each other and he was kissing me. Then he rolled me over and wrapped his arms around me. He was still sliding his weenie between my ** cheeks but didn’t put it in. I was sore there and told him no. He said, “Ok Pat. I just love you. And he wrapped his one arm around me and with the other, he gave me a big weenie tickle and as I was calling out, “Oh Bobby, weenie tickle,” he was sliding his on my ** saying , “Oh Pat, Weenie tickle Pat”.
Then we had to get up and get dressed. I ran home a confused but very happy boy. I knew that if mom or anyone found out, I would not get any more weenie tickles from Bobby.
We moved away that year to a new town and I wanted more of what Bobby did wirh me. So when I was seven, a boy named Rodney started coming over. He was about twelve I think. We we alone in the back yard by an empty shed, and as I was holding a football, he came up behind me and reached around and softly sqweezed my weener and **. He waited to see how I would react. It felt so good to be getting hard again from that kind of touch, and when I did’t make him stop, he squeezed more, this time from behind with both hands and I just leaned into him. He was a lot taller and bigger than me. So when we went into the shed I was ready for him to do what Bobby used to do. It was me who pulled Rodney’s pants down and he was rock hard. That was when he told me that it was called “a **” and that only little boys called it a weenie. I was amazed at how much bigger his ** was than mine, and that he had hair, but without any prompting from him or fear, I sucked on him for all it was worth, just like Bobby taught me. I don’t know how long it was, but the next thing I knew, he was grunting and giggling, and my mouth filled with fluid. “Swallow it! It’s sperm”! He said. So I did and enjoyed it.
He pulled me up and the next thing I knew, I was naked with my cloths tossed in every direction. He got naked also, laid me down and when I felt his mouth on my ** I was back in heaven. It was just like Bobby two years ago and Rodney was almost swallowing my entire ** with every **. Next thing I was crying out, “Weenie tickle Rodney! Weenie tickle”! Rodney rolled me over, but when he tried to hump me, his ** was to big and so he couldn’t get it in. He showed me how to ** in a sixty-nine and after that last weenie tickle, we agreed to meet every day after school to “**” as he called it.
And we did. Soon his brother was involved and I even got to have sleepovers at their house, and when the lights we out, I had the best time of my life with both of them.
They told me all about girls and said that it was even better with a girl.
So my first ** with a girl came when I was eight, about a year later with a girl my age named Ann. I initiated it with her in her closet. I showed her my ** and she smiled big. We went to her closet, where I pulled her shorts down and did what Rodney told me. I just kept licking her down there and she was giggling. She said, “I am getting a big tickle in me Pat”. So she pulled my head into her and giggled. Then it was her turn to do me, and so I taught her how to do me just like Bobby and did it that first time in that garage. She gave me a weenie tickle. But it was all sucking and no penetration. We did it any time we could get away with it, until they moved away.
Then there was the two brothers with long hair from around the block, just naked and sucking, until Rodney got jealous and forbid me to do it with anyone but him, even his brother, because he said he loved me and I was special to him like a girlfriend. And so I dutifully complied. He wanted me to grow long hair, and after my dad died that next year, my mom let me. Rodney cried with me in the shed, and then he said, “You’ll feel better after a **. I am here now. So he was 13 and I was 9. Soon he had me naked in his arms, after he had sprayed my ** and ** with a ton of sticky white sperm. He loved me after my dad died. I wanted him to ** me because it felt so good and just the sight of Rodney got me hard. I never touched another boy again, only him.
This relationship continued and when I was in puberty at age 13, I was with Rodney in our shed. As usual, he took me down to my bear skin and stripped. He was 18 by then, and when he saw I had a bit of hair he said, “Now the real fun for you starts Pat. You have sperm now and can ** like me. You will get to ** in me love.” So as I lay there naked, he sucked me for all it was worth and for the first time, I had a liquid **. I was much more intense than the dry ones I had had since the days of Bobby. He drank it down and then , he having oil, he threw my legs over his shoulders, oiled up my **, my ** and **, and slid into me. He humped me and humped and pumped with my legs around him, and it didn’t hurt anymore. Then he pulled out and did me like a dog, stroking me with his hands as he did. Lots of ** that day and It was heart pounding. Even after it I was hard for an hour at least.
I had no desire for any other boys but him, but girls were turning me on. I told Rodney and he was angry and jealous. Said that if I ** any girl without his permission, he would beat me up.
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