Part Two of a four-part series; read Part One.

For several years around then I also had innocent sex play with a friend named Craig every time we spent the night together — the kind of things that all boys do. We would tickle each other, eventually removing our underwear so we were naked, and then fondle each other's penises for a while. Unlike me, who got a boner instantly, Craig's penis would be soft when I started, then would slowly get erect as I played with it. As it grew longer, I would rub my finger up and down the shaft, and sometimes tickle his scrotum lightly. I liked the soft, warm, smooth feel of his skin. I had an orgasm once or twice while he did it to me, but I don't know if he ever had one. However, there were a couple of times when Craig suddenly reached up and pulled my hand away after an extended fondling, which might have been from his penis being sensitive from just having had an orgasm. I never showed him what I did with my pole or pillow.

About when I was 9, the majority of this activity stopped until my cousin started it when I was 11. I don't know why it stopped. It was almost as though we didn't get the opportunity, but of course we did. So I guess we just lost interest. I used my pillow occasionally, but that was all. The summer I was 11 going on 12, however, my cousin Steve came to stay for the whole summer. Steve was almost exactly a year older than me. I had a big double bed, so Steve slept with me.

The first week was uneventful, but I noticed Steve kept a box of tissues on the table on his side of the bed. I didn't think about it until later, but I did notice.

My routine was that I got up early every day to go to swimming practice and returned about noon. But on Friday I didn't bother to tell Steve I'd be home early. Every Friday we had a short practice so we could rest up for the meet on Saturday. So I came home about 10, still in my racing suit, and I went to my room to change. When I opened the door and walked in, I was very surprised to see Steve lying on the bed, stark naked, holding his thing and rubbing it up and down. His eyes were closed, as though he was concentrating. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but it wasn't hard to connect it with what I did on my pole and my pillow. Suddenly he started speeding up, then stopped, lying stiff, and held his thing as a couple of spurts of white stuff came out, all over his stomach. I figured this must be the stuff they told us about in sex education class. He lay there quietly for a minute, then opened his eyes. When he did, he saw me and went into a fit. He tried to cover himself with a sheet, but all that did was mess up the sheet. He looked really embarrassed.

Trying to act totally innocent, I asked him what he was doing. He said he was "jacking off." I asked if it felt good, and he said it did, and would I like to see how it felt. He told me to lie down on the bed. I did, while he used several tissues to clean himself up. And I suddenly realized why he kept the box of tissues by the bed! When that was done, he sat up beside me and pulled my suit off, leaving me naked. Steve put his hand on my thing like he had done to himself and rubbed it up and down. It took a couple of minutes, but then I felt the familiar feeling of the "tickle" coming, and it hit me hard. It felt great — even better than my pillow. Steve just held on for a minute, then let go. He asked how I liked that, and I told him I loved it.

That night when we went to bed, Steve asked if I'd like to do it again, and of course I said yes, so he did it to me again. This time he sat between my legs for easier access. He tickled my balls with his other hand while he stroked my thing, and felt all around my crotch and down to my butt crack. It felt wonderful. After I had my orgasm (dry, of course) he rolled back and did it to himself, but he had to clean up with his tissues.

The next morning I woke up much earlier than usual. Steve was lying on his back and looked like he was waking up, too, but I could see the tent in the sheet above his crotch. Of course we did like the night before, but this time I masturbated Steve, which was fun to do. It was the first time I'd ever done it to anyone else, other than the playful tickling with Craig a few years earlier.

That was the start of a summer of mutual masturbation which we both enjoyed, and continued for many years whenever we got together, until we both went off to college and moved away from each other.

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