When I was quite young our neighbour’s daughter divorced and came home to stay with her parents. She also brought her sons Wayne and Greg back home. Wayne was the same age as me about seven or eight. After a few weeks she moved out to live with her boyfriend taking Greg with her but left Wayne to be raised by his grandparents.
There were few kids the same age as me nearby, so I quickly became best friends with Wayne. Like all kids did then, we played outdoors in the garden or rode our bikes to the bush or the beach.
On these expeditions we became accustomed to performing our natural bodily functions in each others company. Of course, the inevitable comparisons took place. I was cut and he was intact. He had seen the penises of other male members of his family, who were also uncut and I had seen my older brother’s which, like mine, was cut. We discussed this and decided in our naivety that there were two types of penises you could be born with; like his or like mine.
Wayne had phimosis and so we never saw his knob and he’d never seen other family members’ knobs. Obviously, they didn’t skin back to pee. This reinforced our view that males could be born with one or other totally different type of penis.
Naturally, it didn’t take long for the comparisons to progress into touching and playing with each others cocks.
Some of my first memories of this play were smelling my hand after handling Wayne’s cock. As a kid raised mainly by his grandmother, I don’t think Wayne had much guidance in penis hygiene. I was always excited by the slightly pungent odour of stale piss and smegma and did not wash my hand until the smell faded. The enjoyment of this smell remains with me today.
We took delight in watching each other piss and shit but did not progress this to actual scat sex. It was just a voyeuristic pleasure. Because Wayne’s foreskin did not retract, I liked to see the pee splattering everywhere as he pissed through his skin. We would also watch each other’s anus opening like a flower to let the turd escape. We realised what we did was “rude” so we would say to each other when we wanted a bit of sex, “let’s play rudies”.
Eventually, Wayne discovered he had a knob and could partially expose it by drawing back his foreskin. I was fascinated by the purple shiny knob when he did this and would constantly say “make yours like mine”. I always wanted Wayne to retract the skin further, but it was too painful.
I recall one occasion when we were sleeping together and had fallen asleep after jerking each other off. I awoke during the night and decided I must see Wayne’s knob completely. He was still asleep and flaccid as I slowly drew back his foreskin. I eventually succeeded in exposing his entire glans. I was excited, both sexually and emotionally. However the pain woke Wayne who experienced difficulty getting his tight skin back over the knob. He was quite angry and I felt rather guilty, as though I had betrayed his trust. I never attempted to draw his skin back again.
Although Wayne was a few months older than me I hit puberty first and jubilantly showed him my first pubic hair. Although I loved Wayne more than anyone, I had also experienced sexual play and discussion with one or two other boys at school and consequently was aware that ejaculation would soon be possible. When I experienced my first ejaculation it was with Wayne and we both admired the thin trickle I had produced. Not long after that we enjoyed Wayne’s first wet cum together.
We were inseparable throughout childhood and adolescence. When Wayne’s mum and stepfather took him for holidays, I went too. When he went to stay with his mum I also went. We loved these holidays as inevitably we got to share a bed and that meant night after night of unbridled sex. Surprisingly, our activities never went further than mutual masturbation. It seemed that seeing and manipulating his foreskin was sufficient for me. I couldn’t get enough of that skin! What we missed in variety we made up for with frequency we both had a ferocious appetite for “rudies”.
I remember that one Saturday Wayne had gone to visit his mum, a long bike ride from where we lived. Maybe I decided I missed him, or just felt randy and decided to join him. When I arrived at his mother’s I was disappointed to learn he had gone to stay overnight with his aunt and uncle. Wayne’s very kind mother told me I could stay over until he returned the next day. I think at the time Wayne and I were about thirteen years old. Wayne’s lovely mum suggested I spend the night in Greg’s room for company. Greg would have been eleven. Early in the night I told Greg I felt cold and asked could I share with him. Greg happily agreed and soon I had his cock in my hand. I told Greg I liked the smell of his cock. Greg then drew back his skin (he did not have phimosis like his brother) and showed me the white flecks of smegma which he told me caused the smell. He wiped the specks onto a piece of paper which I took home and inhaled until the smell had completely gone. I had sex with Greg a couple of times over the years when for whatever reason we were alone. However, I truly loved Wayne and never grew tired of him or his uncut cock.
Sadly, after high school Wayne went to live with his mum and stepfather who by then were living a long way from my home. Also he started to develop an interest in girls; something that never happened to me. Little by little we made new friends and drifted apart.
When I was about eighteen I was in Wayne’s neighbourhood and called at his home unexpectedly. His fifteen year old step-brother was staying there alone. Wayne, unknown to me had moved to the country with his girlfriend and his parent’s were away at a race meeting. They were racehorse owners. Fifteen year old Graham and I hit it off well and were soon raiding the parent’s liquor cabinet. Before too much time had past we were both drunk (young Graham more than me). I don’t remember which of us blabbed first, but it was soon clear that both of us had enjoyed sex with Wayne. Naturally, this led to, at first mutual masturbation and then anal intercourse. It seems this was something Wayne had learnt without my assistance and happily initiated Graham into. Graham took the submissive role, as he apparently always did with Wayne. An enjoyable interlude, but disappointing for me that Graham for some reason had been circumcised. It was interesting to learn that despite the girlfriend Wayne still enjoyed male to male sex.
Many years then went by without any contact with Wayne. I had moved to Australia and whilst I still sometimes thought of Wayne, these thoughts became infrequent.
When I was about forty-five I had to go home for a funeral which coincidentally was attended by Wayne’s uncle. His uncle told me that Wayne had many girlfriends over the years but was now married living in a country town. He said Wayne often spoke of me and would surely be very happy if I had time to visit.
What the hell? I hired a car, drove to Wayne’s town, checked in at a motel and called him. His wife answered the phone and said “why don’t you just surprise him and come straight around”. I duly arrived and was warmly welcomed by both of them. Wayne had always liked a drink and soon told his wife he wanted just the two of us to go to the pub for a few drinks. As soon as he suggested this I had a plan. Once we were in my rented car I recommended we buy a carton of beer and take it back to my motel (much cheaper and more chance to talk, I said).
After a few beers at the motel Wayne said he needed the bathroom. I told him to go ahead there was no need to ask! He said come with me and we can keep talking. I thought he must want a shower. But no, he pulled down his pants and sat on the toilet with no hint of embarrassment – just like when we were kids. After he had wiped his arse and washed his hands we returned to the living area, still continuing our conversation.
By this time I was feeling a little frustrated. My old love for Wayne was still very much alive and I had been turned on by the few brief glimpses of his still uncut cock which I had caught when we were in the bathroom - I had been concerned that during the intervening years his phimosis may have resulted in circumcision.
After a few more beers Wayne was boasting about his sexual experiences and his success with younger women and asked me if I’d had many girlfriends. By then I was a bit drunk and entirely sick of hearing about Wayne’s exploits with the opposite sex. I told him frankly that I had no interest in women and that I had come to visit because I often thought of our mutual sexual experiences and always remembered how much fun we had together. I told him that I also remembered how much I enjoyed seeing his cock with its tight foreskin and that sometimes I still jerked off to that memory. Wayne just said “that was a long time ago”. Continuing in my slightly drunken state I asked him outright to get his cock out for me. Immediately a slightly drunker Wayne obliged. I fell on his dick sucking it to an instant erection, chewing on the skin and tonguing under the tightness to taste the head. I was in heaven. What happened next surprised me. Wayne said “get yours out” and as soon as I did he began giving me the most wonderful blowjob.
Before long we were naked and in bed together. Wayne phoned his wife and said I had been drinking so I shouldn’t drive. His wife offered to pick him up, but Wayne said we were still reminiscing and he would stay the night at my motel.
What a wonderful night we had! I sucked and fucked him, then he did the same to me. Considering we had only performed mutual masturbation, when kids I did wonder where he gained his experience (I don’t think anything we did was his first time). When I first drew his lips to mine and kissed him passionately he did say “we shouldn’t be doing this”. I said we were such old friends it was surely okay. This may have been the excuse he wanted, because he returned my kisses just as passionately.
The next day we both knew I must return home and after another frenzied bout of sex, I prepared to leave. Before we got dressed, I asked Wayne if I could take some pictures of his cock to remember him by. He didn’t mind and so I used my digital camera to take numerous photos of his cock in varying states. I treasure these photos and can still get turned on looking at them.
When I dropped Wayne at his home I popped in to say goodbye to his young wife and to thank her for allowing us the time to “catch up”. She was delightful to me and asked me to visit anytime. Before I left she went to put some laundry in the machine Wayne took the opportunity to pull me into their bedroom and as tears streamed down both our faces we kissed as passionately as time would allow. Sadly I then said my goodbyes to them both and drove away.
I have not seen Wayne since. I hope he’s still in good health and that one day we will meet again.
P.S. Whilst this story is entirely true, Wayne, Greg and Graham are not their true names - On the www they could be identified from their real names.