13-Year-Olds Learn About Multiple Orgasms Together

OK, so you asked about the unusual sex things that have happened in my life. Although I have done many things with many people, both male and female, the one that comes to mind is from early on. I was 13 years old at the time. My best friend, who lived across the street, was also 13. We did everything together. We were both into rollerblading. We'd watch videos of the great ice skaters, and try to emulate their moves. Oh, we couldn't do triple-spin jumps or anything like that, but we had fun trying. We'd crash from time to time, but somehow, neither of us got hurt. Except one time. Andy and I were playing with ramps we had built from some half-sheets of plywood we took (ok, stole) from a construction site. We'd never do anything like that now. I mean, take construction materials. Hell, we wouldn't try ramp jumping either! But that was then, and that day, I miscalculated, landing on my wrists. I was carted off to the hospital in a fair amount of pain and greatly worried. Turns out, I had only sprained my wrists, and they were quite stiff and sore for a couple of days. The worst part is that I was told not to skate for two weeks. Andy came over that evening to keep me company. My parents were out doing something, as they often did. Perhaps it was yet another party. They'd often come sneaking home at 1 or 2 in the morning all giddy and half-drunk. At the time, I just thought that's what parents did. I didn't realize what irresponsible losers they were until years later. But that's another story. He popped a tape in the VCR. This was a time just before DVDs, YouTube, and all that. It was a pair of skaters, Anita Hartshorn and Frank Sweiding. They were great. He'd hold her over his head and spin her, they'd do synchronized jumps, and all sorts of things. She was a petite red-head, and he was a great, tall, thin, well-built man. Oh, I was just in love with them both, especially her. I believe at the time I was fantasizing about becoming like them when I grew up, but somehow with rollerblades rather than ice skates. And I was vaguely fantasizing about something else. About being Frank, and getting in bed with Anita. Oh, she was just so sexy! Of course I mentioned to Andy as we were watching that I thought she was sexy, and said something, probably something totally politically incorrect, as a 13-year-old will do, about Frank and Anita's sex life. I immediately regretted it, as if I had revealed too much about my own sexual fantasy. But, no problem, Andy readily agreed with me, and said something even cruder, something involving the words "cock" and "cunt" as I recall. I didn't realize he even knew those words. A minute passed in silence as we continued to watch them skate. Andy then surprised me by asking whether I was getting a boner. I rapidly said "No, of course not," even though I was. Andy then said he was getting a boner. I was shocked. First, wasn't even admitting such a thing sort of gay? (Hey, I was 13.) But that was so revealing, and suddenly I was looking at Andy in a new light! I really, seriously would have liked to see his 'boner' right then. A plot was starting to hatch in my head. It wasn't well worked out. Not at all, but I launched into it anyway. After all, my parents were out for the whole evening, and well... So, after waiting a minute, I let on that I was just now starting to get a boner. Andy took that information in silence. Then, after another minute of watching yet another skating routine, he asked whether I ever do anything about having a boner. I asked what he meant by that, and he didn't answer right away. I noticed that his face turned red a bit. Finally, he said, "You know, like jerk off." After frantically searching my brain for the best way to answer that, I said, "Um, I don't know." He said, "You know what I'm talking about, right?" Me: "Yes, I know." "Have you ever done it?" "Well, sort of." "Me, too!" With that, the ice was broken. We spent the next ten minutes talking about jerking off and how we did it. Finally, I admitted that I do it every day, and he admitted the same. The video was forgotten. Andy was occasionally touching the front of his pants, and I was thinking I could just barely make out a bulge there, where his dick was. Here's where my plan started to really take effect: I could take advantage of my sprained wrists. I said to him that I can't jerk off right now because of my wrists, and admitted that otherwise I probably would throw him out, so I could wank. He asked why I'd throw him out. Great! The plan was working well. He was falling into my conversational trap. "Well, guys don't jerk off in front of guys, do they?" His answer left the perfect opening. "Not usually." "Not usually?" "Well, there's nothing really wrong with it. I mean, really, what could be wrong with it?" This is where I slipped up, and nearly wrecked my plan. Without thinking, but protecting my 13-year-old sense of image, I immediately replied, "But it's gay, isn't it?" Oops! Again, Andy was the cool guy, and just said. "Hey, we're both admiring Anita, right? That proves we're not gay. in fact, I'll bet we could jerk off while watching Anita, and it would be good for us." "Good for us?" "Right, to get our hormones back in balance. We can't just go on watching her and not do something about it." Thinking back on it, it was a very shy and lame conversation, but we steered each other in the right direction. It was time for me to be bold. I came right out with saying that in that case, I'd probably go ahead and jerk right off in front of Andy if my wrists weren't broken. He said they were only sprained, but that he could understand the problem. He then asked, "We're good friends, aren't we?" "The best," I readily admitted. "And when one of us needs something, the other helps out, right?" "Yes." "OK Tom. You need something, and although it might be considered a bit gay, I have to do it. It is is trumped by our friendship." I knew exactly where he was headed, and wasn't about to mess it up. I simply said "Yes." But then an impasse. We both sat in silence a minute as the tape rewound. Finally, he said, "Let me see your boner. I'm going to have to take over for your broken wrists." I pretended to make a fuss over it, but not too much of a fuss so he'd give up, and within five minutes my pants and underwear were down around my ankles. Actually, it did take me a bit of effort, as simply taking down my pants hurt my stupid wrists. I sat back down on the edge of the bed, and my little, hairless wiener was sticking up at a 45 degree angle. "Andy, you can't keep your pants on while I'm naked. That's just not fair. Show me yours too." Just like me, he pretended to object, but his pants came down too. His penis was quite a bit like mine. About the same size and sticking straight up. My hairless balls were drawn tight. His were a bit looser. He had one difference. The head of his penis was kind of tipped forward. I don't know how to describe it better. His angled down at the tip, while mine stuck straight out. His pee hole was lower on his bent-forward head, and there was a pinch of skin, which I later came to know as the "frenulum" which was drawn tight, sort of pulling the head of his dick forward. I was circumcised also, but evidently not quite as tight. To my amazement, he had three or four curly black hairs emerging from the place where the left side of the top of his ballsack joined his body. I had always felt he was slightly more grown up than me, and this proved it. I rather liked those hairs, and wished I'd hurry up and get some of my own. He also had a drip of precum coming out of the tip of his, which I did not. "OK, here goes," and with that, he sat back down on the edge of the bed next to me and reached toward my dick. I just sat there frozen. I felt his fingertips touch the sides of the shaft of my penis. It was the first time in my life I had been touched like that, and it immediately sent an electric shock through my body. Although I tried to resist, my whole body jolted. He pulled away immediately. "Did that hurt or something?" "No, it was great! Keep touching me." He reached out again, and ever so gently touched the sides, and then the head of my penis. I was in heaven. My penis was as hard as a steel bolt. Andy kept it up for a couple of minutes, and then said he needed better access. So we took all our clothes all the way off. I then laid down on the bed as he sat alongside on the floor. He resumed his gentle touching. At one point, he brushed his fingers over my scrotum. That tickled so badly I tried to jump off the bed, which only sent a jolt of pain through my wrists. I explained that it tickled, so he put the whole warm palm of one hand on my balls, kind of cupping them. Boy, did that feel special! It didn't tickle at all but felt like the best touch in the world. I can only describe it as somewhat like the first time I held hands with a girl, two years later. With his other hand, he started stroking my penis up and down, and I came. Just like that. I certainly wish I could have lasted longer, but it wasn't to be. I felt convulsions through my body, and the usual single drop of clear cum came out. Shortly after, my dick wilted. I was still attracted to Andy. You know how after you cum sometimes, you lose interest in all things sexual for a while? Well, that didn't happen to me. I instructed him to take my place on the bed, and sat next to him. His little white penis had been sticking out rock-hard the whole time he 'did' me. Now, I tried my best to take my time and do to him pretty much what he had done to me. As I leaned forward, I noticed his scent, which was just awesome. It was probably just the detergent his mother used, but it smelled great to me. First, I gently touched the sides of his penis. It was surprisingly warm. I then lightly touched the tip, and started rubbing the pre-cum around over the tip. He jumped, and I let go, surprised. It seems that was a bit too intense. I wasn't rubbing hard at all, but as I was to learn later, rubbing one's glans, even quite lightly, can result in some very intense sensations. But then, he asked me to do it again. The precum had dried up, so I spit in my hand, and grabbed his penis with the other hand, while rubbing the spit covered palm over his glans. After less than 15 seconds, he yelled, "Wait!" But it was too late. I felt his penis start pumping, and three or four streams of cum shot out, and onto his stomach. As you can imagine, we got together often after that. We'd do things like have one guy get on hands and knees on the bed with his butt in the air, and would lightly touch the guy's asshole. We'd run fingers around the sensitive area just outside the hole itself. Sometimes one of us would cum just from that. It took a year before we realized we could stick a finger in there, and all the nifty sensations that created. Somehow, we figured out edging, and we'd do that to each other for sometimes as much as an hour. For a while, we had worked it out that on Tuesdays, I'd edge him, and on Thursdays, he'd do me. We would not leave the other guy unfinished. After the one guy was edged, he'd turn around, and jerk off the other guy quickly, so we were both satisfied. After a while, we became less formal about it. At first, we learned how to talk to each other about the sensation. Generally, the words we used were "Wait," or "Hold on," or "I'm gunna cum." So the guy giving the attention would stop for a bit, and then resume. Generally, after three or four cycles of this, the recipient would lose control and cum. As I said, it could sometimes last as long as an hour. With practice, we didn't have to say anything. He knew my dick so well that he could just know when to stop, and when to continue. I learned to read him in the same way. Then, we learned a new version. We figured out not to wait so long. In other words, when a guy was just about to cum, we'd stop, as usual, but then resume after only a few seconds. This kept the orgasm on the edge of happening, and it was amazing. But it got even better with our ongoing practice. We got to the point where orgasms were starting to happen without ejaculation, and we could stay on orgasming highs for minutes at a time, and have several orgasms in a single session without losing our erections. We both learned this, and at about the same time. We even learned that if we'd gone too far and the guy started to come, we could let go of a guy's dick while he was ejaculating, and let it finish untouched. This had the unusual effect that the penis would stay hard, and the recipient would ready for more almost right away. If you kept stroking a guy as he had his ejaculation, he'd be done for the day, so we were becoming quite practiced at multiple orgasms. By the time we were both 15, we had grown full-sized dicks and full hair around our genitals. I think we may have gone on to become gay lovers, but something happened to change that possibility. My drunken parent lost the house. Evidently, they had spent the rent money on alcohol one too many times, and so we ended up moving in with an aunt and uncle and three cousins across town. It was a huge loss of privacy, on top of every thing else, including humiliation. I lost touch with Andy for several years, and then came across him in a grocery store one day. I almost didn't recognize him. He had put on quite a bit of weight. We talked right there in the isle for a good half-hour, catching up. It turns out, we had both found very nice women, were happily married, and had kids. I have two, he has three. I'm a professional musician (I hadn't even picked up a saxophone back when Andy and I were friends. That came a couple years later.) He is in some sort of sales job where he travels a lot, and tries to get companies to buy a software package. We exchanged phone numbers, but somehow, we have never gotten around to calling each other.