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Len's - WMASG - 11-15-2025
My first-time story happened when I was 14. But I must go back more than four years to tell the start of the story.
I had a neighbor named Roger. Roger was almost three years older than me. Older than my sister but younger than my brother. Roger used to come to our house to play games like Monopoly and Crazy Eights and watch TV. He wasn't exactly my brother's friend, or my sister's, he was just a kid who hung around a lot. We also went to his house and played in his big yard. Roger would ignore me when older kids were around, but he would let me play with his HotWheels and he would let me help him build models when it was just the two of us.
One day I was playing with Roger pretending he was a monster, and I was a hero from a movie, and I vanquished him and kept him pinned down as he struggled to get away. Roger got red in the face and left the room. Roger and I had played like this many times, but suddenly he didn't want to. A few weeks later I was pushing him around and he fought back. His legs and arms were a magic cage and I had to escape. I squirmed and struggled as the cage closed in. I was pinned face down on the couch with Roger laying on top of me. After a few minutes Roger let me go. He turned away from me on the couch and told me I had to go home. After that day we sometimes played pretend and fought each other. I noticed that each time he would be hard in his shorts or pants. I knew that teenage boys were like that, so I wasn't surprised. When we played pretend in his basement after a while, he would let go of me and go to the bathroom. I would play with some toys while he was in there. Often, he would make noises when he was in the bathroom. One day I got curious and listened close to the door. I couldn't make sense of the sounds. I could hear breathing and a wet slapping, and he would make weird noises. When he came out, we might play with his cars or models, but we didn't wrestle. I noticed that he would sometimes have a wet spot on his shorts. I figured that the contact was making him pee a little.
In July we would set up a tent in my backyard and some of us would sleep in it to avoid the heat. We didn't have air conditioning so being in a tent that would cool down soon after sunset was a treat. A few times Roger slept over. We would play our games if it was just the two of us in the tent. I would hear someone walking towards us then the loud zipper of the tent opening, and Roger would quickly move away from me. I didn't know why, but wrestling and playing was something that we never did unless we were alone.
One night, Roger, my older brother and me were in the tent. I usually fell asleep first as I had an earlier bedtime. I would listen to Roger and my brother talk about things I didn't fully understand and drift off to sleep. Roger slept in the middle so that I could move away from the talking and fall asleep.
In the middle of the night, I felt Roger hugging me. I was facing away, and he rubbed against me like he did sometimes when we wrestled. This time he was very gentle and slow. I thought that maybe he was asleep, or he thought I was asleep. I could feel his hardness against me like a banana. It was rubbing up against the back of my pajamas and in between my legs. I didn't want to say anything and possibly wake up my brother, so I just pretended I was sound asleep. Eventually Roger pulled his hips away from me, although he still lay with his face and body pressed up against me. I heard him breathing heavily like he did in the bathroom. I even heard the wet slapping noise for a while. He struggled for breath and then made a choked sound like he was struggling not to make a noise. It wasn't the only time that happened, only the first.
One day in his basement I was on top of him as he lay back, and he told me he would knock me off without using his hands. I was allowed to hold on to his shirt with just one hand and he tried to buck me off. He really tried, but I was able to stay on. He was breathing hard and grunting and pushing me up in the air with his hips. Then he grunted loudly and gave up. When I got up, I noticed a wet spot on his shorts the size of a pancake. Even my shorts got a little wet. He went and changed and made me stay there until my shorts had dried off. He made me promise not to tell anybody about his pee problem.
For the rest of the summer every few days Roger would find a way to play with me alone. When we played in his basement he would often end up with a big wet spot. If we played outside or at my house, he would suddenly stop and go home. He wanted to play the bucking game but after the second time I didn't like the game. Then I saw a cartoon with a dragon and he became a dragon. I flew on him as we avoided arrows. I had fun until he started to pant, and he peed himself.