I am hesitant to post this, as it is my personal story. I am sure I have embellished some parts, though this part is as true as I can remember. As usual, the names have been obscured. This is not about porn, it is about experiences... though I do still get quite hot writing about it.

It is necessary that I state this all happened among consenting adults. Any inference otherwise is purely your own interpretation.

I hope you enjoy.

Some of my first memories of playing around, begin very early. I remember learning how good it felt to play with myself well before I had any hair or could actually cum. I would play until it “tickle-hurted” and became highly sensitive to the point that I would have to stop. I actually was playing with myself from a very early age. I was also intensely curious about others, both boys and girls, though mostly boys...

I had a friend who lived a few doors down, that was about a year older than me. He had older brothers who taught him a lot. His name was Scott. His oldest brother, Bill, was gone most of the time. Bill was a young adult and into drugs. The next older brother was Chris, who was about two and a half years older than I.

One summer, when I was about (a very early age), I started asking Scott about this ticklishness. We would go out back to the garage apartment at Scott’s house and do things like pee together and “play swords.” I noticed he was bigger than me and asked about that. He told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I reached out and played with it. He got even bigger and hard, which I thought was wonderful. He couldn’t cum yet either, he said, but he would let me play with his dick if I wanted to, every so often after that.

One time his brother Chris was there when we peed and he was different. He was bigger and wider. We were all circumcised, though I didn’t know about that then. I must have been staring at Chris’ dick because I started to get a little boner. He laughed at my little dick and said I must like looking at a real cock. That was the first time I had heard the word cock. I just nodded my head in shock. He suggested we play doctor and told me to go over to the work bench. I started to zip my pants up, but Scott said, “Don’t do that, here... pull them down. You’re the patient, we have to give you an exam.”

The old garage apartment was really a dirty storage place with windows; it was one room, a closet, and a bathroom. It was filthy, but back then, that just added to the feeling of hiding and doing stuff I wasn’t supposed to. We weren’t really supposed to “play” in there, especially like this! The windows were partially covered by pull-down rolled blinds that were torn and ragged, stacked boxes, old tools and junk as well as overgrown bushes outside. The windows were so dirty, no one could really see in either, though they could if they really wanted to - but they would have to get real close and into the bushes, but I wasn’t even thinking about that...

There was a waist high workbench type table they cleared some junk off of and Chris picked me up by the waist and set me up on it. This was the first part of the “exam.” They took my t-shirt off and my pants were already down around my ankles. I was sticking straight up, poking a tiny bulge in my white Jockeys. They both were completely dressed again, but I didn’t even think about it. After looking me over like they were playing doctor, fiddling with my little boner through my undies and poking at me a bit, they turned me around and had me lay down, face-down. Chris said they had to do a “Bun operation.” They laughed and started saying “Bun-op, bun-op,” and pulled down my undies. I was bent over with my legs hanging down from the edge of the table. I was shaking a little, but I was too excited to move! My little dick pressed against the wood felt really, really hard. They pulled my buns apart and started poking things at my anus like screw driver handles. It was slow and deliberate and not rough at all. They were testing me to see how much I would let them do and how much I would take. They would spit on my butt and slide pencils and stuff in and out of my hole, but nothing too big. I was tight at first but relaxed very quickly. I guess I just trusted them to be easy on me, and they were.

Eventually, they got bored, since I didn’t object to any of it, and told me to get dressed. That was pretty much it for awhile, but it really set the stage for who I am and what happened more and more over the years...

“Bun-ops” became a regular thing for the next couple of months. Scott and I played a lot, mostly with cars and army men, but sometimes with each other’s dicks. Especially in the garage apartment and his basement, where we were sure we could be alone and not found. We would start by going down to the basement and listening to music on his record player. He liked to tease me a lot and tell me how much bigger he was than me. Then he would make me compare my tiny dick to his bigger one. I always got hard quickly and he would laugh and rub his dick against mine to make it harder. He would get hard too, then tell me to pull on it and rub it.

Then one day he told me I had to kiss it. I said I didn’t want to, but he said he would tell everyone in the neighborhood that I had anyway if I didn’t. He stood up and waved his hard dick in my face and said, “Kiss it!” I slowly leaned into it and kissed it on the tip... then he said, “Now lick it!” I shook my head no, but he just said, “Lick it! Lick it! Lick it!” over and over again. He was starting to get louder, and I was a little afraid his grandma, who was there during the day, would hear him. She couldn’t actually come down the stairs, but she might look down from the door, and I didn’t want to get in trouble. So I leaned forward and licked it. It was slightly salty and I felt really excited about it, so I licked it again. He said, “Good, do it some more!” so I kept licking his dick. I licked one side then the other. I licked along the mushroom ridge on top and along the bottom then down to his tight balls. I then just opened my mouth and put my lips over the tip of his dick, to the head ridge and licked as far down the underside as my tongue would reach. Scott moaned a little then leaned in towards me, sliding his dick deeper into my mouth. I choked a bit and tried to back out, but he grabbed my head and kept my mouth on his dick. I pushed his legs back and managed to get back away from him a bit and said, “What did you do that for?” Scott just laughed and said it felt real good. About that time, we heard footsteps and he zipped up his pants.

Scott’s brother Chris had gotten home and he was coming down into the basement. When he saw us, he said, “Bun-op time!”

They took me to a small closet under the stairway that had a light and a pile of carpet remnants in there. They told me to drop my pants and lay face-down, for the operation. Of course, I never objected, so I did as I was told even though I was turning bright red with embarrassment and excitement. I knew they wouldn’t see my face as soon as I was down, so I quickly unzipped and dropped my drawers and laid face-down on the remnants where my little stiff weenie pushed into the plush mound of carpet. Chris had a sucker he was sucking on and after a few pencil pokes, he said, “This will be fun...” and though I had no idea what he was doing, he took his sucker and pushed it against my tight little boi hole. I felt a big round ball-like object pressing against me. This was the biggest thing they had ever tried to use for a bun-op, and it started to hurt as he pushed harder. I was squirming too much and he said, “Relax, this will feel really good when I get it all the way in,” and suddenly it popped past my sphincter into my ass. It really did feel better and I was actually starting to get excited all over again, having gotten soft as he was pushing it in. He pulled it out and pushed it back in a couple of times, and it got easier each time as I relaxed and began to even like it. Then he took it out and told me to roll over. I was stiff as a board, with my little hairless dicky sticking straight up, and my undies around my ankles. They snorted and chuckled and said I must really like that! I felt my face get really hot and I knew I was getting very red again, which just made them laugh even harder. Chris then told me I could have his sucker, which made me feel a little better, so I took it, said, “Thanks,” and began licking and sucking on it. They just laughed again and said, “Hey Mitchie, he likes it!”

Later Scott told me the sucker was what they had used for the bun-op... and the thought of that just made my little dick get hard in my pants again..

Scott had me over to spend the night pretty often and we always wound up playing around in bed after lights out. He was lucky because he had a room all to himself, so we slept together in his twin bed. Obviously, his mom (who was divorced and living with her mother, raising her three sons), never thought anything about two young boys sleeping together in the same bed. We were (quite young), so I am sure it just never occurred to her we might be doing anything.

It was pretty obvious by then that I was passive and was easily talked into just about anything. As I think back, I was really quite smitten with Scott. Even though he was rather mean at times, teasing me and laughing at me for doing what he himself told me to do, I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted to please him and I wanted him to like me back the way I liked him — as much as I adored him.

We would climb into bed wearing nothing but underwear, which were white Jockey shorts at that time. He would bring a comic book and a flashlight and we would make a tent and read it together. We would end up talking about things like waking up with a “pup-tent” or how big some guys were, or the girls that had moved in, two houses up from him, which was also next door to my house.

Scott was really taken with the one girl, Tracy, who was the “prettiest” of the two, we both agreed, a well-developed, striking blond. She had a younger sister named Margaret, who was actually quite cute too, and they were staying with their “Nana” for the summer. Scott liked to talk about Tracy, and tell me he was going to make her his girlfriend (so, I could “have Margaret” if I wanted), but it was me he was having over to spend the night. Even though I was his “best friend,” I found I would get a little jealous when he talked like that. I would argue that I wanted Tracy, but really I was jealous that he wanted her and wasn’t as fond of me in that way. He wanted a girlfriend, and I didn’t understand yet that what I really wanted was for me to be his girlfriend. The funny thing is, when I was at home or alone, I would think about being Tracy, so that Scott would like me the way he talked about liking her. Even so, when I stayed over he would often wind up telling me to beat him off... which of course, I would do every time. He would play with my little stiff peenie sometimes, but more often I would play with his hard dick. I was also learning how to suck him a little, though I probably wasn’t very good at it yet.

Next: Getting to know the girls next door...