The 13-Year-Old Who Never Grew Up

...I have enjoyed handjobs, testicle massage, and everything related, but like you [Jstfrths], none of the other stuff. Around age 13, before my penis was even as big around as my thumb when hard, and when I had no hair down there at all, I discovered the joys of orgasm. Not ejaculation, because nothing came out back then, but I got the contractions, and loved it. Well, not at first. Oh, it was a good feeling, but being totally uneducated in such matters, I was a bit freaked out afterward at first. I found some friends with similar interests, all around the same age. Some had hair, some did not. Some had larger dicks than mine, some smaller. We tried all the things kids do, or ought to do, such as measuring each others dicks, rubbing the head, stroking with one hand or two, use of oils, creams, etc. We even experimented with edging, although we didn't know what it was called back then, or how far one with experience can take it. One guy, Dean, and I used to love tying each other up on my bed. Dean was just like me: skinny, young, athletic. But he was blonde, while I had dark brown hair. We were both circumcised. My dad worked all day, and my mom often went out with her drinking buddies. She called it 'bridge' but we all knew the housewives around the neighborhood did more than play cards. So, my room was the safe place to 'play.' And play we did. We took turns. We found some soft ropes, and one boy would tie the other down, face up on the bed, with wrists tied to the sides of the headboard, and ankles to the tailboard. We developed a sort of ritual over time. We would start with some very gentle tickling with a feather. Generally this was applied to the underside and head of the penis, and scrotum. Sometimes the nipples. But, never the stomach, chest, arms, etc. It was to be enjoyable, after all. Then the boy would put down the feather, and stroke his buddy by hand. Of course we were instantly hard even before being fully tied down. The stroking lasted only a minute or so, because being so young and inexperienced, we would orgasm (and in later years, cum), too soon. Then the activity turned more 'cruel.' We'd laugh and carry on, but generally the boy doing the work would start to pinch the other boy's balls between thumb and two fingers, one testicle in each hand. First gently, and then with more and more force. Somehow, it was important not to give in too soon. It was a sort of 13-year-old macho thing. We didn't want to appear weak, so each of us would allow the squeezing to get harder and harder. Sometimes, a testicle would suddenly slip out of the torturer's grasp, like a wet bar of soap, shooting to a free section of the scrotum. Boy, that hurt! But it was so fun never knowing exactly when it was coming. We'd squeeze each others balls so hard, that we could feel a certain delicious heaviness for the rest of the day. Not a pain. We didn't even come close to causing injury. This heaviness was just a sort of aware-of-the-testicles-hanging-there sensation. Then it was on to glans rubbing. The untied boy would rub the tied boy's stiff, sticking straight up, little cock with the palm of his hand, no matter how much the tied boy squirmed. We couldn't shout out because my mom might hear it, but boy did we squirm! And then in time, the feeling would change, "transmute" as you say [Jst], into something like a cross between gotta-pee, and gonna-cum. But we generally didn't cum. We'd hover there on the edge quite a long time. Finally, our torturer would start stroking us in the normal way, and we'd have a wonderful orgasm. It was a bittersweet delight when I started shooting cum. On the one hand, I was so proud of maturing into a man. On the other hand, even then, I knew I was suffering a lost innocence. My first times, we weren't even really sure. I'd have my orgasm, and Dean would show me the palm of his hand, which seemed to have a bit of moisture on it. Soon, after an orgasm, there'd be a single drop of clear fluid on my stomach. Later, it was one small squirt, of mostly clear, but whitish fluid. Well, you know the rest of that story. Shortly after, Dean started having ejaculations also. And, we started growing hairs around the base of our cocks. Of course we played with these new ejaculations too. Although greatly fearful at first, we'd squeeze the end of each other's penis when cumming, not allowing the sperm to come out. We were concerned that this would be harmful. And while it was a touch painful at first, I mean once we started ejaculating in bigger quantities, we got used to it, did it often, and no harm came from it. One time, Dean pressed his finger on my perineum way too hard in an attempt to block the sperm in farther up. We thought this would be an interesting sensation. But his pressure hurt, and it made me rather mad at him for a few minutes. No big deal. I got over it. Later I did the same thing to him, blocking his ejaculation at the perineum - in the base of his dick between his anus and balls. I thought I pressed quite hard, and it was not effective because nothing came out, but he enjoyed it. He said he didn't feel any pain at all. So I tried it again, warning him not to press so hard, but I ejaculated. We tried it yet again, and with practice, he got it just right. We experimented with blowjobs, but neither of us liked it. We never tried anal. We were smart enough to know about STDs and just didn't want to go there. Although we felt around with fingers trying to identify each others prostate glands. That felt quite nice. Don't ask me why, but I liked the smell of boys anuses. It's not a fecal smell. There's a rather sweet, almost sugary smelling secretion that comes from that area. It's hard to wash that smell off one's fingers, and I was glad. I used to go around the rest of the day smelling Dean's excellent odor on my fingers. We also experimented with sounding, but again, decided it was too risky even though we used rubbing alcohol to disinfect, and kept the things we inserted very smooth and rounded. Too bad, because I think we both very much enjoyed sounding, although pissing kind of stung for a couple of days after these sounding sessions. Before we gave the sounding up entirely, we went all the way into my bladder once with some aquarium tubing. What an interesting feeling as the hose works its way in through your bladder sphincters! After our first sounding sessions, our glans would stay large, swollen I guess, for a couple of hours after our play, yet our shafts would shrink back down to their normal, flaccid size. In time, Dean and I allowed other boys into our play sessions. And even the occasional girl. Would would have liked to have more girls involved, but that never happened. We learned all about clits, female peeholes, and all that. Who would have figured that a girl's peehole can fairly easily stretch enough to accommodate a boy's little finger? And that she would enjoy that? And that they seem to like fingers in their anuses as much as in their pussies? So that's my story. It may be weird, but it's the way it was. Is that the kind of thing you wanted to hear? By the way, that was a long time ago, of course. Oh, I like sharing massages, kissing and fucking with my wife, but even from her, I'm not so much into oral, although on the rare occasion when she's into it, I do like giving her oral. I guess I'm bisexual, but only like the handjob stuff with men. I think it is kind of a psychological thing. I never wanted to grow up, consciously or unconsciously. I think it is because of some traumatic experiences I had around age 15. And, since at the younger ages, handjobs seems to be the only major sexual activity that boys do, I have kind of stuck there, enjoying primarily handjobs, ever since. I'm sure a psychologist would have a field day writing up my case, but it works. I'm somewhat wealthy, I've raised a good, successful family, and have been happily married 34 years.