Havent written a true story in a while- so I thought I'd write about one of my earliest full sexual memories. Hope you like it- I jack off over the memory quite abit myself. If I get enough response, I will write some more about these early experiences. If you like it- email me: markyrickitt @hotmail.com (no spaces) PLEASE PUT THE TITLE OF THIS STORY AS THE SUBJECT LINE
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Barry was opne of the "Big Boys" at school- and he definitly fitted this description. He was in the last year at the junior school and was by far the tallest in the year. I must have been about 6 or 7 when this incident occured (I place myself at this age because of the house we lived in when this occured). After school I was out playing on my bike and as I rode past a small cluster of trees I heard my name called out. I circled back around and entered the trees to find Barry in there grinning. "Hey, hows you?" he asked. I just nodded, being somewhat intimidated by the older boys presence. He was wearing only his school PE shorts- originally pure white and silky but now covered in grass stains and mud. "Wanna see summin?" I nodded again, still shy. "You have to show me summin in return" I nodded again, not sure where this was going and not sure of what I was to show Barry. "OK, do you have a Willy?" Taken aback, but instantly interested I nodded again. "Show me then" Slowly I pulled down the front of my shorts and exposed my liitle cock. As he looked I felt myself start to stiffen. Embarassed I quickly pulled up my shorts. My little stiffy tented my shorts and I started to fiddle with it to try and hide it abit. "Wanna see mine?" I nodded, keen to see the older boys Willy. He pulled his shorts down and revealed his cock, which was already sprouting hair. He was already hard and it pointed upwards. He reached down and pulled back the foreskin. "Seen one this big before?" I nodded again. "Oh? whos?" "My dads" "You seen your dads? Has he ever let you touch his?" I shook my head. "Wanna touch mine then?" How could I resist? Gingerly I reached out and lightly touched his cock. I slid the foreskin back and forth then let go. "Can I touch yours?" I nodded again. He reached inside my shorts and started to fiddle with my stiff liittle cock, sliding back the forskin. Suddenly we heard more boys voices, and he pulled up his shorts, grabbed his bike and left...
That night I was laid in bed playing with myself. I often did this- from as young as I can remember I've been obsessed with mine and others cocks. I was pulling back my forskin, thinking of touching Barry's cock. The feel of his cock in my hand was making be so horny. I pulled back my foreskin as far as I could, rubbing the head enjoying the ever so intense feeling I was getting. All of a sudden I felt the need to pee. I went to the bathroom, by stiff cock poking out from the open fly of my pyjamas, stood at the toilet for sometime, but nothing came out. This was when I realised my forskin had become stuck! As much as I tried, I could not get it to go forward. I started to panic and went in down stairs to tell my mum and dad.
Dad took me back upstairs to help me...
In the bathroom he took hold of my cock and started to attempt to return my foreskin to its normal place. But his rubbing got me hard again. I started to giggle. He "shhh'd" me and continued to play with my hard little cock, almost forgetting what he was supposed to be doing. He took my small balls in his hand and rubbed them as he stroked my hard liitle prick. Just then we heard mum coming up the stair. Quickly dad stood and called to her "It's still stuck! We are gonna have to take him to the doctors in the morning" He carried me to my bedroom and tucked my in bed, winked and patted the covered over my still semi hard cock, whilst he grabbed his own bulge.
In the morning dad had another go at my foreskin. He's had an idea. He spat on his hand and rubbed it over my cock head, and then tried to slide it forward. But having my dad rub his bog hands over my cock just made me hard again. He continued to gently stroke my cock between his thrumb and forefinger, tickling my balls and rubbing my smooth skin... I was so aroused! My cock was throbing with the pure intensity of my dad fiddling with my cock. then there was the need to pee again. My cock burnt with pleasure. Again, nothing came out though, as much as I needed it to.
The young doctor met us in the waiting room and took us to his room. My dad explained the situation and the doctor smiled and winked at me, telling me to " take off my trousers and hop up on the bed" I pulled down my trousers and pants, revelling my cock with its stuck foreskin. The doctor lifted me up onto the bed, my trousers falling down round my ankles as he did so. He took hold of my cock and lloked at it. As he moved it from side to side the inevitable happened, I sprung a boner. My cock went from being flacid to fully hard in seconds. The young doctor smiled at me and said "Will have to get some lubricant on that, little man" He turned to my dad and asked if it had happened before? "Dont think so, has it Marky?" I shook my head. The doctor fetched some kind of oil and took hold of my cock again. He dripped some of the oil onto my cock, which was still solid and massaged it intot he head. I groaned a little. He continued to rub the head and as he did so, he started to ease my foreskin forward. It suddenly slipped forward and covered my cock head. But he continued to massage my hard little prick, rubbing the head between his thumb and forefinger, retracting the forskin, making sure it would return. With all the stimulation I felt that need to pee again. I moaned out load and my body shook. With that the doctor let go of my cock and said "Right that should do, if this keeps happening you will need to be circumsised, which means cutting off your skin Mark." I must have looked terrified! "It's OK, it will probably never happen again"...
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