NookieStar presents: Nudist CampMy parents were going on holiday for 2 weeks without me. My best friend iswhere I wanted to stay but he was going to camp. Next choice was my cousinJimmy and his parents but Jimmy was sick so I couldn’t stay there. I triedto say I was old enough (14) to stay home myself but that didn’t workeither. So my parents thought maybe I could stay with my moms brother andhis wife, my aunt and uncle. Except they spent most summers at a nudistcamp. They asked me about it that I said no way. I liked my aunt and uncleok but didn’t want to spend 2 weeks naked. I mean I get boners like 50times a day and I didn’t see anyway that was going to work out. They saidwell lets call them and talk to them anyway so I said ok.I remember swimming naked in their pool when I was 11 or 12 and had no hairor boners or anything. It wasn’t a big deal then. But things weredifferent now. My dick was huge about 15 cm and hard most of the time. AndI jacked it often.Anyway they called me down from my room to talk on the phone. It was myUncle Jock. He’s one of the coolest uncles. He would let me stay up aslate as I wanted and he would take me for rides on his motor cycle and hehad tattoos to. Anyway, I was a little embarrassed talking to him about whyI didn’t want to come. So he starts saying that he and Yvette that’s myaunt would love to have me for a couple of weeks, in fact they would like toinvite me for the entire summer if I wanted to. He said there were plentyof kids there my age and lots of cool stuff to do like swimming, hiking,sports and that he promised I would have a good time. I just kinda ofmumbled pretending to listen. So he said want to come. I said well Iwasn’t sure. I mean how do you say no I cant come cause I get boners allthe time. Its just not something you can say, even to a cool uncle. So hesays hey Eric, you wont mind being naked. He said in fact you can wearclothes. He said clothing optional means you can wear or don’t wear. Hesays wear your clothes all the time or some of the time or none of the time,he said its all ok here. Well that didn’t sound so bad. Anyway I said Iwould think about it. But really I just couldn’t see myself running aroundshowing off my dick to the world especially when it would be wood most ofthe time. No way.So my parents asked me after the call. I said I really didn’t think Iwanted to spend 2 weeks at the nudist camp. They said ok well will youpromise to think about it. Is said sure. And I did. It made me jack offwhen I though about it. I just knew it wouldn’t work. So the next day theyasked me and I said I thought about it, and I had, and I really didn’t wantto go. They were like ok we understand. They were sad. I said so what arewe gonna do, they said don’t worry, we’ll think of something. So I stoppedthinking about it. That night I overheard them talking about cancellingtheir vacation plans. That bummed me out. They were looking forward to itfor two years. They been saving for a long time and talking about it a lot.I felt bad. So I went in and asked them what was up. They were trying notto act disappointed but they were major bummed. I said well maybe I shouldtalk to uncle Jock again. They quickly called him. I asked him if he wassure it was ok to be with clothes on. He said absolutely. He said it wastotally my choice and again he said I promise you will have a good time. SoI agreed to go. So when I was packing I wondered what nudist people packedwhen they were going since they didn’t wear clothes. I mean most of what Ipacked was clothes.Two days later we pulled up to the gates and the main lodge. We were in thelob. I had my suitcase and there we naked people behind the counter, a manand a lady. Pretty weird. I’d seen my mom and dad naked and otherrelatives so that was no big deal, but still it was kinda weird. I meanthese people were people I didn’t even know. So after about 15 minutesuncle jock comes in. He is naked to. I’d seen him before when I wasyounger but didn’t really notice then. Now I noticed. He had a pretty bigone. Anyway he hugged my mom. I was worried he was gonna give me a nakedhug but he just patted me on the back. Well that was ok, I hate it whenadults pat you on the head like you were a dog or something. He shook handswith my dad. He was gonna take my suitcase but I said I could handle it.So I say e to my parents, they thank Jock a lot and me to. So they leaveand we have to walk to his cabin. The suitcase gets heavy but I didn’t wantto wimp out and tell uncle jock so I managed. I saw lots of naked people,even some little kids. It was weird. They were just acting normal. Likeit was a normal day and everything. So my aunt is waiting for us and givesme a hug and kiss on the cheek. Pretty weird getting a naked hug. But Iacted normal. They showed me my room. Then Yvette left me and Jock alonein my room. He said thanks for coming, you’ll have a good time. He saidhow you doing so far. I said well I didn’t see anyone else with theirclothes on. He said yeah most people are naked. He said want me to showyou around. I said yeah I guess. He said or I can have Brian and Erwinshow you around. I say who are they. He said they are kids your age, theyknow you’re coming and agreed to show you around and help you feelcomfortable. I said ok that sounds alright. I said will they make me gonaked. He said no. he said nobody makes anybody go naked. He said if Iwant to fine, if I don’t want to fine. He said I could spend the entire 2weeks in a snowsuit if I wanted to. I laughed and said well maybe a bathingsuit. He laughed and said yeah much better than a snow suit. He said getchanged and he will have them come over and meet me and show me around. SoI said ok. While I was waiting I changed into my board shorts and at-shirt.I was in the living room and they just knocked. I opened the door and letthem in. The introduced themselves before I could. And shit they were bothnaked. Naked! I figured they would be, but it was still weird. Brianlooked my age and about the same dick and hair as me except he wascircumcised. And Erwin looked younger with only a tiny bit of hair and alittle dick. Neither one seemed to care they were naked. Or care that theywere naked and I was not. Jock brought in lemonade, they are big lemonade,and left us 3 guys alone in the living room. It was weird. They were nakedacting normal. We talked a little about where everybody was from and stuff. Brian was 15 and Erwin was 13. So they said you ready to look around. Isaid yeah. They said come on and started out the door. They never saidanything about me wearing clothes or them being naked or anything. Sort oflike they didn’t even notice I was wearing clothes. Also they had theirnames painted on their arms, like a temporary tattoo or something. So Erwinsays you want to meet people or just look around. I said lets be low keyand look around. I said is everybody naked. Erwin says pretty much. Thenits like he notices I got on clothes. He says don’t worry lots of peoplewear clothes when they are first here. He said no one will care. Erwinsays Brian wore them last year for 3 days. I looked at Brian and said andthen what. Brian said I then I started to feel stupid with clothes wheneverybody else was naked. He said I was so afraid I would get a boner. SoI stopped walking and we were near a picnic table so I sat down and they didto and I said yeah I got that feeling. Ewrin says ok what do you want toknow. Erwin was kind of the leader even though he was the younger one. Hebeen coming here his whole like and this was Brian 2nd year.So Erwin says what do you want ton know. Well I sure don’t know what to askor say. Lucky that Brian says you probably want to know about popping wood,right. I say yeah. Erwin says first you will be surprised that you wontget a boner as much as you think. He said if you do don’t worry everybodyhas one sometimes. He says if you want you can cover up. He said theresalways a towel or something near or you can even carry one with you. Hesaid if you feel one starting just jump in the pool. He says it will freezeyour boner away cause its so cold. Well this was ok information but he wasyounger so maybe he didn’t get boners as much as me so I ask Brian whatabout you. Brian says well yeah sometimes he gets one when he wished hedidn’t. He said he just rolls over on his stomach if hes at the pool orwalks away from the group till it goes away. He says also its cool to justcover it up with your hands, as long as you don’t play with it. I say wellwhat if it doesn’t go away. They both laugh. Erwin says then run into thewoods or run in the bathroom and jackoff. He says you do jackoff don’t you. I say yeah. I talked about and joked about jacking off with my bestfriend Stevie back home, but we never did it together or anything. I didn’ttell them that. I said is that what everybody does, just jackoff in thewoods. Brian says well sometimes they do. He says its kinda fun doing itoutside. He says just don’t sit the pool and start playing with yourdick. He says that’s something you do away from everybody or with yourfriends in the woods or somewhere private. So right away I think aboutjacking off with them and that might be cool and shit I got a boner. I meanI wasn’t rally as worried about the girls, cause I mostly think about boyswhen I jackoff and stuff. But I wasn’t going to tell them that.Brian says that’s your main worry right, boners. I said well yeah. He saidwhat about size. I say size. He says yeah are you afraid people will makefun of it. Is say I don’t know. He said don’t worry. He said he was veryworried at first. He says don’t worry cause everybodys got one and some arebig and some are small and some have hair and some only have a little andsome get totally shrivelled. He said ever notice peoples eyebrows. I saynot really. He said well everybody gots 2 right. I say yeah. He says wellsome are bigger some smaller some bushy and hairy some not, so how come Inever noticed them before. Is said I don’t know. He said after you beenhere a while that’s how you will feel about dicks and tits and pussys.Erwin says ever see pussy before. I say not on a girl. They said well asweird as you feel about your dick remember they might feel the same wayabout their tits. Some are bigger some small and so on. He said just don’tmake a big deal with anyone about their equipment. He said it will all becool. He said don’t worry you will get used to it. I said well what if Idon’t want to. Erwin says then stayed with your clothes on man. I promisenobody cares. Nobody cares even a little. So we kinda stay away from themain places cause I just wanted to look around and not meet people yet. SoErwin says you need your name on your arm or back or chest. He says it’s agood way for people to learn who you are. He says the younger kids have artright now and they will paint my name if I want. He says ok with you I saysure. He says you mind taking your shirt off. I pull it off and tuck itinto my shorts and say no problem.So we go to the art building. Theres 6 kids in there 4 girls and 2 boysabout 8 year old or so. They are all naked so is the lady teacher. Erwinintroduces me to the teacher and tells the kids my name and asks if Ralphand little Bob want to help me paint my name. They are happy. The teacherwrite my name on a paper so the don’t screw it up. They have me sit on thefloor so they can reach my back. The ask me what color and I say Blue.Little bob has a blue dick. Its funny. So they are deciding where to paintand stuff and it kind of tickles. And Ralph says how come your wearingclothes? Erwin says hey that’s not cool to ask Ralph, he’s new. Ralph saysok sorry. I say ok don’t worry about it cause I thought he was gonna cry orsomething. So they paint my name and I cant see it. Erwin wants to do mychest cause he says that’s mostly what people see. And hes a better artisthe thinks. So I sit on a stool and he does my chest. It tickles and givesme a boner. I’m glad to be in my shorts. So we are heading back to myhouse and Erwin says you ready to meet people after lunch or you want to trynaked first. I say try naked what do you mean. He said like go on a hikewith just him and brian in the woods away from most everybody naked. I saidmaybe. So we get to my house and they already have lunch and we all eattogether. They like my names painted on, especially the one Erwin did. Ijust leave my shirt off. So after lunch Erwin says want to try it. I knowwhat he means I say ok. He says cool. Jock says what are you going to try. Erwin says a naked hike in the woods away from everybody Jock says Ericdon’t let these boys talk you in to something you don’t want to do. I sayno its cool. But I don’t know how to start. I mean where do I strip andstuff. So Jock says you gonna leave your clothes in your room or carry yourshorts with you. I say I don’t know. Erwin says maybe you’re not ready man,we can do this another time. He says lets just introduce you to everyone.I say no I want to try it first. So he says ok cool. Brian says lets seeyour room anyway. So we three go in my room. Its not very cool, not like myroom at home I tell them. So Eriwn finally says well are you ready. I saysort of. Brian looks and sees I got a boner and says don’t worry man bonersare cool we get them all the time. I say really. Erwin says yeahespecially Merv. I say whose he. Erwin says he gots a boner almost all thetime, hes 12. He says nobody gets one more than Merv. Well I’m still kindaof embarrassed I mean nobody I mean nobody every saw my boner before.Finally I just decide to do it and pull down my shorts. Out pops my bonerand they don’t say anything as I pull them off over my shoes. I mean Ithought they would say something. They act like I don’t even have on.Funny. Anyway Erwin says lets start and starts to run and me and Brianfollow him. Running was a good idea cause that way my aunt and uncle didn’tsee my boner.We run for a few minutes till we get in the woods. Erwin is faster than us,I was surprised. He slows down when we get in the woods. My boner ismostly gone then and as we walk around it goes to a hanger. Its not toscarey or anything. After about 30 minutes we head back. Erwin asks me ifI want to swim. I say naked. He says its your dick man you decide. Briansays the pool is the easiest place. That was his first he says cause mostlyyour in the water. He says and you can always cover with a towel or lay onyour stomach. So I say ok. We go in the house and Yvette sees me naked andjust says hi guys have a good hike. We say yeah I say I’m going swimming.She gets me a towel. We go to Brians and then Erwins house. They havecabins like we do, except they got cool stuff in their rooms. They gettowels. When you wear a towel over your shoulder it hangs down almostenough to cover your dick. But I did wish I had a bigger towel. Anyway wesee a boy and girl coming from the pool, both naked about 16. Erwins stopsand introduces us. They are brother and sister Bob and Stephanie. Itdoesn’t embarrass me I am surprised. We throw our towels on a dry area andall get in the pool. Shit the pool is cold but I get used to it after a fewminutes. Theres mostly little kids and I meet a couple of guys. Its easyin the pool. When we get out to rest shit my dick is shrivelled. Itbothers me cause Brians is still normal, but then I see Erwins. Evensmaller than a little kid it is so shrivelled. But I remember what theysaid so I don’t say anything and I pretend not to notice.We lay out on our stomachs on the towels and get some sun while we areresting. Erwin says better get some suntan lotion on your white ass man.Or you will burn bad. He goes to some grownups and they just give him some. He says to much is better than not enough. Brian says put it on your dickto you don’t want to get a sunburn there. Erwin squirts some in my hand andwhile I put it on my dick I start to bone up. So I finish and lay backdown. I reach around and do my but. Brian says want your back to I sayyeah. He puts lotion on my back and now I really boner up. It feels goodhaving him rub me. Now I wish I had him do my but, but he probably wouldhave thought that was to gay. After a while Erwin and Brian turn over,Erwins dick is almost back to normal size but I still got a boner. Briansays wood wont go away. I say yeah how did you know. He says hey I saw itdon’t worry man, no big deal. Then he laughs and says I mean it was a BIGdeal, but no big deal. We all laugh. After a bit, Erwin says ready for thepool I say well not really. Brian says just run and jump in nobody willsee. I say no I’m not ready for that. I say naked is something I’m gettingused to, but boners is something else. Ewrin just comes out and says wantto wait a while or just jack off. Shit he said it and people could haveheard him if they were listening. Nobody seemed to notice. So I say I’lljust wait I say you guys go ahead and swim. They say ok. While I am layingback down one of the guys I meet in the pool comes over and lays down. Heis Conner and 12 I guess cause he gots no hair but is pretty big. Anyway helays on his stomach next to me and we talk. It makes my boner go away sosoon we get back in the pool.Little Bob and Ralph see us in the pool and both of them are jumping allover me. Its weird to feel their dicks on my back and arms and stuff.Anyway they leave us alone after we dunk them a million times. We get outand rest and after a while we are on our backs 2 girls come over. They are14 or 15 I guess. Anyway one of them obviously likes Brian. He turns onhis stomach as soon as they start talking. Me and Brian and Conner just situp and I meet them. My name is washed off them. They are Suzette andSusan. Its weird seeing them stand there naked like it was nothing. ButI’m not really interested in girls so I don’t get a boner. But I sure thinkBrian does. He likes Suzette I can tell and he is blushing. Anyway theyfinally leave. I whisper to Brian is she your girlfriend, he says sort of.I want to ask him about his dick but I don’t want to embarrass him and hesbeen cool with me. I also want to see his dick. I never seen a bonerbefore.After a bit he says you still thinking about jacking off. I say you mean inthe woods he says yeah. I say sure if its ok. Erwin says ok see you guyswhen you come back. Conner says I’m going to. Erwin says well I guess I amto. So Brian wraps his towel. I wrap my towel cause I’m starting to get aboner thinking about jacking off with these guys. The others just puttowels over their shoulders. Its like a 10 minute walk to get to what theycall a good spot. And I see why its good. There are rocks everywhere tosit on or lay on. Anyway I got a semi but am very horney. Brian pulls offhis towel and gots a semi to. He just starts to jack. So I do the same. Imean it makes me horney seeing his dick, his boner and him jacking it off.I am so busy watching him and jacking mine I don’t even see where Conner andErwin go. But I can hear them so they are not far. But I don’t care, thisis way cool. I’m so glad I came here. So Brian lays back so I can look athim pretty good without him knowing I’m looking at him. He really gets intoit. I do it to. I slow down cause I want to see him shoot and man he does. Shit. I love it. Makes me shoot tons. So he rests for a second and getssome leaves to clean up with so I do to. While I’m cleaning up I think Ihope this isn’t poison ivy ouch. I say that was fun. He says yeah jackingoff is the best. I say where did they go. He says probably wanted someprivacy. I say why. He says well some guys do more than jack. I say what?He says its not his place to say. He says you ever do other stuff. Ithink he means like sucking I guess. Anyway I say no. Then after silencefrom him I say I never even jacked off with anybody before now. He saidreally you never did it with your friends I say no. he said did you likeit. I say yeah it was cool. So while we are talking all I am thinkingabout is what Conner and Erwin are doing. I start to get a boner again.But I don’t care. I mean we just jacked off together right. So I say do wewait for them or go back. He says well lets wait a little and if they takea long time, we can go. So they do take a long time so we go back. He sayswant another tour now to see everything I say yeah sure. So now I get atour where we go close and meet tons of people and he shows me where we canbuy snacks and drinks. He says you got a number yet I say know he saysthat’s ok he will buy me a drink. So I say whats a number? He says its anaccount cause since we are naked theres no pockets and no money. He says Ineed to get my aunt and uncles number so I can charge stuff. Now when hesays since were naked theres no pockets I realize that I had forgotten I wasnaked. Wow. I didn’t think that was gonna happen. I mean it was still myfirst day.We see lots of people and he introduces me to some. I say how come yourname stays on your arm even in the pool. He says he gots a different kindof paint that stays on. He says you want one. Is say yeah. So we go to theart room but theres no one there but he knows where everything is. I saythey just leave everything unlocked. He says yeah nobody is gonna stealanything. So he gets the henna and does my name on my arm like his. Wellits not as good as his but its nice of him to do me. It gives me a semiwith him touching me but he doesn’t notice or pretends not to notice. Hesays want color to. He say but color will wash off. I say sure. So hedraws on my chest. I get full on boner. I know he sees it but he don’t sayanything. He finally says you want that painted to. I laugh and say nothanks. He says ok you do me and we trade spots my boner is still wavingaround but he doesn’t care so its cool. Anyway I paint his chest anddecorate it as best as I can. He doesn’t get wood but I ask him anyway ifhe wants his dick painted he says no thanks and we both laugh. I mean Istill got wood and he is acting like its no big deal.So he says where you want to go now. I say what about this pointing to myboner. He says don’t worry it will go away. I say really. He says yeahthat’s what happens to him to he says as soon as we got outside and walkaround it will die. I say ok. I mean walking around with a boner seemspretty funny. But hes right it goes away. I say maybe I better check inwith my aunt and uncle he says yeah good idea. So we go to my house. And Iforget I’m naked at first. They compliment me on my name on my arm and outchest paintings. Also they give me our number. Its easy to remember.Anyway we sit around for a while and they ask if we want to challenge themto horseshoes so we agree. We go to the horseshoe place about 5 minutesaway. I stand against Jock and Brian is at the other end with Yvette. SoJock is asking me you like it ok. I say yeah its ok. He says man youadjusted fast I say yeah I was surprised. He says are you glad you came. Isay very glad and thank him for inviting me. He says no problem. He andBrain kill us cause I really suck at horseshoes. We switch teams so I amplaying against Brian and we are at the same end. So I lose again. Whoeveris on my team losses but nobody seems to care. So he leaves to go home fordinner and we go home to. I unpack and wonder why the hell I brought allthese clothes to a nudist camp. I’m an idiot. I go on a walk with themafter dinner and say hi to some people they know and a few I know. Itskinda peaceful. I hang with them until I go to sleep.I wake up in the morning and at first I’m confused because I slept nakedwhich I never do. Then I remember where I am and laugh at myself. When Iget up to pee, at first I don’t know what to do cause I got morning wood.Then I decide what the hell and just walk to the bathroom to pee. They arealready up. I don’t know if the see me walk to the bathroom but after I peeI take a shower and brush my teeth and comb my hair. Its funny cause that’swhen I usually put on clothes. But I’m at a nudist camp and besides theyalready seen me naked. So I just go in the living room. They are readingthe paper naked of course, and Yvette gives me the funnies. They aredifferent than the ones I’m used to but some are the same. I don’t know,maybe I expected naked funnies in a nudist camp. I laugh at my self again.Jock goes in the kitchen to make breakfast, that’s his cooking meal of theday and I follow to help. Anyway we talk about nothing. He tells me theresa social tomorrow night and explains it where everybody gets together in thelodge and dance and hang out and stuff. He says asks the kids they willtell you all about it. He says what you want to do today. I say I don’tknow. He says they are going into town shopping after breakfast if I wantto go. I say do we go naked. He says no. I didn’t think so. Anyway weput on clothes and go to the grocery store in town. They also say I canpick out a video to rent if I want. I get Scream 3. One of my favouritemovies. When we get back we are dressed carrying the stuff in and Brian iswaiting for us. He helps carry in. Funny, I felt weird being dressed whenhe was naked. Just the opposite of yesterday. Anyway while they areputting away we go to my room and I strip naked. Gives me a semi. So wehang in my room he tells me about the dance. He says guys get the art roomfrom 1 to 4 to get cool paint and stuff. Then the girls get it from 3 to 7.Little kids can go anytime. Adults get it in the morning. He says its funto get painted up. He says some people even paint there hole bodies, hesaid I will like it. So I show him scream 3 and ask if he want to watch itlater. He says sure. I say want to invite Erwin and whoever else, he sayssure.We go the pool but theres not many peeps there so we go and get a basketballand shoot around. Some older boys join us after a while. They are like16-18 I guess. One is our age. So we choose teams. I am against Brian onMontross team. Anyway I never played naked basketball before. Itsdefinitely weird. Anyway they beat us 20 to 17 so we play again. They beatus 20-16. We play again and win 22-20. Its fun. Then we just hang out.Some men come and challenge all us kids. Men against boys. There are 4 ofthem and 7 of us, so we have 2 people sit out and sub in. That’s me andMontross little brother Mervin. Hes like 12 and a shorty. We play a littlebut mostly we watch our team get creamed 20-12 then 20-8.Its fun to watch cause you can see the dicks flopping around. When you playyou can’t watch the dicks. Anyway it gives me a semi. Mervin sees it anddon’t say anything. But he starts to get a boner to. That makes me feelbetter. Anyway he gets a full on boner. Well I try not to notice, butthat’s what gives me a boner to. So we are both sitting there with bonersjust talking. Anyway he and his brother are like Erwin they been cominghere most of there lives. I tell him its my second day. He says cool. Hesaid did you spend the first day with your clothes on. I said no. He saidcool and shook my hand. He Grabs his boner, pushes it down and lets itboing against his stomach. He says I got a boner all the time. I said areyou the one they told me about. He said yeah probably. He says they callme Merv the Perv cause I always got wood. He said what did they tell you.I said nothing really, they just said theres one kid who almost always has aboner. He says yeah that’s me. He says you got one to. I said yeah wellwhats the big deal. He said no big deal, I was just saying you got one to.Is said yeah well I get them sometimes. I said yesterday Brian got one atthe pool when he was talking to a girl. He says yeah hes sweet on her. So Iwant to ask him if he wants to go jack off but I chicken out. I ask him ifwant to come over and watch Scream tonight with us. He says yeah soundscool he says what time. I say I don’t know maybe after dinner. He says okhe says can Montross come to, that’s his older brother. I say sure if hewants. He says will there be any girls I say I don’t know, probally not.He says well then Montross wont come. I say ok.So they finish again, men killing the boys 20 to 10 I think. Brian sitswith us, doesn’t say anything about our boners which are now more likesemis. Merv goes with Montross. The men play 2 on 2. Brian is hot andsweaty and says lets go to the pool to cool off. I say yeah ok. So we do.Theres not to many people there. He says most come after lunch. He sayswant to eat lunch with me. I say yeah, so we go to his house. On the waywe stop my house and tell Yvette whats up. Also I ask her if its ok if abunch of the guys come over to watch Scream 3 after dinner she says yes.Anyway at Brians he got a little brother about 6 and a sister about 2 indiapers. His mom is nice. He tells her about the movie and she says shewill make brownies for everybody. Cool. So we eat and hang in his room.Conner and Erwin come over and say they went to my house looking for us. Iinvite them to come over after dinner. They say cool. And I am rememberingthey did private stuff when me and Brian were jacking, so I want to beincluded. They say want to shoot hoops. Brian says hes to tired causethat’s what we did all morning. Well I don’t want to ditch Brian. Briansays he got to basit anyways to let his mom go to the store. He says hisdad is there only on the weekends cause he has to work. So I say yeah Iwant to so the three of us go.Theres no one there and we shoot but just for a little, then we sit on thegrass and talk. So I tell them I met Merv the Perv. They said did he havewood. I say yes, they laugh and say he always does. So talking about itmakes me start to bone up. So I want to get the conversation going in thejacking off direction so I say yesterday was the first time I ever jackoffoff with anybody. They are surprised. I say yeah it was lots cooler thandoing it alone. So they say you never did that before. I say no. I say Italked about it with friends, but we never did it. I say it was the firsttime I even saw another boner. They are amazed. Well I got full on woodnow. I keep waiting for them to say something but they don’t. So finally Isay you guys want to jack in the woods. They say ok. So while we are goingthere they say they just did it but they will help me. I said help me how.They smiled and said don’t worry, you’ll like it. So I said ok. I wasn’tworried.So they say just lay down and relax. So Conner grabs my dick and startsjacking and Erwin is playing with my balls. Shit it is so damn cool. Iwatch for a second then lay down close my eyes and totally enjoy it. Idon’t even have to tell them when I’m coming, they can already tell. And Ishoot. They milk it all out and ask me if I like it. I say yes. Erwinsays first time yeah? I say yeah thanks. They said no problem. They saidthey like to do it. I didnt know if they meant doing me or each other orwhat.So anyway we head on over to the pool and I invite them to my movie nightthey said they will try to come. So we swim and lay out and I don’t getwood. We mess around with some other kids and just hang. Then we all gohome to eat.I tell Jock that Brians mom is making brownies. He says good, she makesgood ones. He says what do you ant to make? I said do we have popcorn, hesays yeah so I say can we make popcorn? He says sure. Anyway Yvette cooksdinner and we all eat. I sit outside and wait for peeps to come. So Briancomes first and we go in and hang in my room till Erwin comes. We wait butnobody else comes, so we make popcorn and start the movie. About half wayin the movie Merv comes to. So its fun, but no jacking off or anything.They leave I go to sleep.Next morning when I go to pee Jock is shaving. He sees me and my wood, justsays good morning. It really doesn’t embarrass me believe it or not. Hesays go ahead and take your shower then we can go into town to return themovie I say ok and hop in. When I come out I get dressed. Me and him go totown. On the way, he gives me an aids lecture and safe sex lecture. No bigdeal.Nobody is at the pool at the basketball courts so I go to Brians house. Hesbasitting but says I can hang there. We just basically talk. I ask himabout his girlfriend. He says she not really his girlfriend. I say do youwant her to be he says yeah, but her mom says shes to young for a boyfriend,so officially there just friends. I ask him if hes done anything with her.He says no. Is ay not even kiss. He says no. I say to bad for you. Heagrees. He says he has kissed a girl back at home. Is say done anythingelse he says no. He asks me what I done. I say nothing. I mean why nottell the truth.He says be sure to be at the art shack at 1. I say why so early he sayscause you new and may want to look at the pictures and try different things. I say pictures of what. He says pictures of people painted up frombefore. I say naked pictures. He laughs and says yes. I say ok. He saysbetter jackoff first I say why. He says cause if I paint my dick I cantjack or it will all come off. I say you mean some guys paint there dicks.He says yes. But some don’t. He says its whatever you want to do. I askhim what he does. He said last year on his first time he didn’t do much,just his face. But his second time he did more. He says he may do all overthis time. So I say want to jack now then to get ready. But the reqlreason is I want to jack with him again. He says maybe. He looks for hissister, she is asleep so he says ok. I say what about your brother. Hesays its ok. Well I got a boner just from thinking so we are on the couchin his living room and I start to go for it. He plays with his cause hegots to get a boner first. I do it slow so I can wait for him. His brothercomes in and starts playing with his own dick dancing around in front of usplaying like hes jacking off, even gets a little 2 inch woody. Brian tellshim to stop making fun of us or he will pound him. He stops and just sitsand watches. I fell kinda weird, but since Brian goes for it I do to. I goslow but I cant help it and come first. Brian says get him some tissues, sowhile Brian is still jacking his brother gets me tissues I say thanks.Brian comes and I hand him some of my unused tissues.Its was fun to watch Brian and do it with him. So we hang a bit. I go homefor lunch and then take a nap cause I’m board and tired. I wake up itsalready 10 minutes past 1 so I run to the art shack. Brians not there yetbut Conner and Erwin are and most of the guys. I ask Erwin about thepictures, he gets a book with pictures and shows me one of him from 2 yearsago. Anyway the book is full of naked pictures adults kids girls and myfavourite boys. All with there dicks hanging out, some even painted. Ilook through the book I say do you guys know what your doing yet, Connersays yeah I say what. He says there both doing black and white like askeleton. I say all over even your dicks. They say yes. They try to talkme into one picture where they paint you so it looks like your wearingclothes but there just painted on. So I say ok. They say there will do melast casue mine will take the longest. So they get black and white paint.Conner lays on his stomach first and Erwin paints white and I fill in theother spots with black, even do his butt. But we have to be careful not touse to much paint or it wont dry. I think he will turn over but Erwin getsdown on his stomach. Conner gots a bone when he gets up. Lots of the guyshave hangers but I see a liitle bit of the with semis. I got a semi.Then Conner and me do Erwins back and then I think its my turn but Conner isdry enough so he lays down on his back. While we are painting his front hegets a boner so do I, Conner does to, its cool. First time I really seenthere boners and boy do I like it. Then we do Erwins front and paint hisboner to. All 3 of us have boners. Cool. They lay me on my stomach andget another kids to do the layout, that’s the main drawing. Then they dothe filling in with colors. The give me brown pants and a red shirt. Wehave to wait for a few minutes till I dry enough to turn over. Brianfinally comes. He was stuck basitting till his mom came home. He justwants a superman logo on his chest and back. So they do him. I get upcause I dry now and just watch. All our boners are gone. Then they callback over Sedrick to draw on my front. Well I get a boner right away. Whenhe draws my pants he grabs my dick and holds it out of the way. Shit thatwas cool. Anyway he gives me buttons and pockets and everything. Nobodycares that I popped one. So they are taking pictures of some of the guyswhen they are done. Me and Conner and Erwin get a picture together. So Iimagine that for many years people will be able to come here and see mynaked dick. Cool.So its boring to wait around till the party cause we cant jack off or getsweaty or swim, so we jusy sit around in the shade and drink sodas. So thedance is pretty cool. You don’t have to ask a girl to dance if you don’twant, you just go out and dance yourself or with a friend. Pretty cool.Me and Conner and Erwin always hang out together. Sometimes Brian goes withus, Sometimes he dance with the group of girls with the one he likes. Eventhe adults dance to. It fun and we get sweaty from all the dancing andpeople in the room. Near the end when they announce last dance, Erwin sayswant to leave now. I say and jack off, he says how did you guess. I laugh. SO me and him and Conner go to the jacking spot. I got wood already sothey say you want to be first I say yeah. So I lay down and they jack thehell out of my dick. Conner want to go next and Erwin jacks him and I playwith his balls. Its fun. Then after he comes, well sort of comes, I jackErwin and Conner plays with his balls. I like jacking better. It’s thefirst time I ever touched a dick I like it a lot. So I go home and theyare already there. Jock says take a shower before bed so I do. I have gooddreams all night. Real good jacking off dreams. I take another shower inthe morning cause I missed some last night. I go over to Brians but he hasto basit. I go to Erwins and his mom lets me in and I go in his room.Him and Conner are sleeping together in his bed, naked of course. Cool.Well they are sort of awake I say I will leave and come back later. Erwinsays no you can stay. He says want to come in with us. Well its not thatbig of a bed, but it sure sounds like fun so I say yeah and jump in. Well Iget a boner right away. Erwins hand touches it he says I knew it. I saywhat. He said I knew youd get one. I say do you he says find out. So Igrab his and he does and I say to Conner you to, he says maybe find out ifyou want, so I do. He does.So I play with Erwins and he plays with mine. I think he is playing withConners and Conner is helping me play with Erwin. Erwin says want to dosomething even cooling than we did before, I say you mean sucking, he saysyou guessed it. I say yes. I admit I never done it, he says don’t worryyou will like it. So Conner will do Erwin first so I can watch. God itmakes me horney. Then Erwin does me. Even makes me hornier. Then I get todo Conenr. That’s even more fun. It surprises me when he comes, but Itasted mine before. Its better tasting his. I decide I like sucking andbeing sucked. We just lay there for a while. I ask if Brian does this to,they say no. They say all he does is jack with them. I say does he knowwhat you guys do, they say yeas, its not a secret. I say are you gay? Theysay why do you ask, they say are you? I say I think so. They say don’t youknow. I say well after this, I’m pretty sure. They laugh.We finally get up and eat and go to the pool to swim and hang out. I hangwith them all day. Jock comes to the pool and hangs a while with us. Heasks if we want to play horseshows, so we all do. Of course whoever is onmy team losses. Then us 3 go back to the pool. Merv is there now andRichie, we all hang.So at the end of the 2 weeks I have done just about everything except fuck.My life has changed and I am a way different person when I go back home.They invite me and I promise to come back next year. Cool.
NookieStar presents: Neighborhood Kids Series pt 6 — Yoshi & Shea t/t young friendsSix stories so far in this series.Neighborhood Kids Series — Part FiveYoshi and SheaMichael JacksCHAPTER ONE It was a warm summer evening as Yoshi crept silently along the backyard deck of his best friend, Shea. Shea was luxuriating in the warm watersof the jaccuzi, letting his arms float on the surface and the bubblesenvelop his naked body. Yoshi continued his stealth until he was rightbehind Shea. He slowly lifted his arm, twisted his wrist a little, and leta large tumbler- full of ice water pour over his best friend’s head. Shealet out a yelp and Yoshi took off across the deck and onto the grass of theback yard. Shea followed Yoshi as closely as he could and caught up withhim in a diving tackle about half way to the fence. As they rolled andtwisted in the remainder of their inertia, they ended in a tangle of armsand legs. Shea grunted as his penis smashed against the ground. Yoshisqueeked as Shea’s elbow gouged his nut sack. They rolled a little more,Shea’s face ending up in Yoshi’s crotch. Yoshi was also also bare naked andhis erect hairless penis stood out, ready, full of anticipation. Yoshi justlaid there, smiling. Shea inhaled the boy scent of his best friend’s dick and ballsdeeply. He looked up into Yoshi’s eyes and caught the glint of approval. Henuzzled the underside of Yoshi’s penis with his nose and lips. He wrestedhis arm from underneath Yoshi and touched his fingertips to Yoshi’sscrotum, pressing ever so lightly against the ripe balls within. Yoshi’sbreath was taken in sharply and deeply. His penis twitched — once — twice– almost beckoning Shea to continue. But Shea needed no encouragement. Heknew how to please his best friend. After all they had been sexually activewith each other since the third grade. As Shea tickled Yoshi’s balls with his fingers, his lips partedslightly and nibbled along the 5 inch shaft of Yoshi’s incredibly hardpenis. From the jointure of dick and scrotum up to the pulsing, purple dickhead, Shea indulged his craving for boy cock. Inhaling, exhaling, nibblingever so lightly, licking and tonguing the rigid shaft. Yoshi’s eyesremained closed and his breathing became shallow and rapid as Shea workedhis lips and tongue over the mouthful of boyish love tool. As his tongueran along the rock-like shaft of Yoshi’s cock he squeezed the tender ballsin his hand, gently rotating and caressing them inside their bag ofskin. His lips parted and he licked and probed his way all around thehelmut of Yoshi’s throbbing dick, making sure to get to those incrediblysensitive places. Yoshi’s body stiffened in ecstasy. Shea felt it andslurped onto Yoshi’s cock. Shea started bobbing his head, up and down, twisting around, tonguehere, tongue there, feeling the stiff prick in his mouth twiching andspasming as he increased his tickling and stroking of Yoshi’sballsack. Yoshi moaned and his back arched as his penis gushed forth it’scontents into Shea’s hungry mouth. He kept bobbing up and down theerupting shaft and licking the dick head, while swallowing the five or sixjets of pure, sweet boycum. He popped off the shaft and licked and tonguedaround the hairless pubes on his way across the stomach and chest, past theperky nipples, over the hollow of Yoshi’s neck, past his chin and onto hisfull, round lips. Shea pushed his tongue, salty with the taste of Yoshi’scum, into Yoshi’s mouth and Yoshi probed back, wrapping his tongue aroundShea’s. Shea shifted his weight and came to rest with his hot and heavyboner probing between Yoshi’s legs. He humped and ground as the two boyskissed passionately, hands roaming over sides and backs and buttocks. Yoshi squirmed down underneath Shea’s developing body, kissing andlicking on his way. He stopped at the full, round nipples and gave each atender tongue- lashing that had Shea moaning and humping furiously intoYoshi’s belly. Yoshi moved quickly and eased down to Shea’s 6 inch, newlyhairy cock. He nuzzled the thin, light ring of hair that nestled itself ontop of Shea’s rock hard member. He breathed in the aroma of a boy inheat. He licked Shea’s balls and shaft. Shea stopped humping and let Yoshitake over. Yoshi plunged onto Shea’s man sized 6″ cock. He sucked, slurped,licked, tongued, stroked, carressed and manipulated Shea’s huge cock. Sheathrashed and thrust into Yoshi’s mouth as his penis began to unload it’streasure. One, two, three, four five — six — seven spasms of Shea’sboycock sent streams of boycum into his friends eager mouth. Yoshi wasthere to catch it all. Shea’s penis stopped throbbing. Yoshi swallowed. Herose a little to look at Shea. Shea was leaning back with his eyesclosed. Yoshi carefully let Shea’s penis plop out of his mouth as he movedhis face next to Shea’s. “Did that feel good?” “Best yet!”Yoshi smiled and kissed Shea on the lips. “Mine too”Shea stretched out his long arms and enveloped Yoshi into them as he pulledhim close, Yoshi’s crotch against Shea’s left hip. Yoshi’s hand went to cradleShea’s dick and balls and Shea’s hand tickled Yoshi’s ballsack from behind.They drifted off to sleep in the corner of Shea’s yard. Naked, happy –fullfilled. Watched!Little did they know that two eyes had been on them since they sprinted, nakedfrom the jaccuzi. Two eyes had seen it all. “Hi!” came a voice from on top of the fence. Any ideas for CHAPTER TWO?
NookieStar presents: My life so far chapter 64So I want to invite Kyle and Chris over for swimming and a sleepover butChris can’t come to a sleepover but he will come to swim on Saturday. SoKyle will come on Friday and be there when Chris can sleepover. And I askKyle if he wants to invite Dete to and I ask him if they still do stuff.He says yes but only jacking, no sucking.So we pick up Kyle and Dete is already there. So we go to my house and itis nice and sunny outside so I say lets swim and Dete says ok and looksaround and says where do we change cause they still have there backpackscause we haven’t gone into the house yet. So I say you can change outhere. And he says what about your dad and I say hey man me and my friendsusually swim naked and he says all the way naked and I say yep all the way.Even my dad does to but don’t worry he wont do it when you’re here.So Kyle is down to his boxers now and is like waiting for us. So I say wantto skinney dip Kyle and he says OK but only if Dete does so I say OK Deteare you a man or a pussy? So he pulls off his underwear and grabs hissmall floppy dick and says I am a man so my giant dick? He don’t have agiant dick he don’t even have to much hair but we bust up laufing.Well Kyle is also floppy but when they see my boner Dete says he man youhorney or something. So I say no I just get boners when I run around nakedand I jump in the pool. So we swim and mess around a little and I ask ifthey want to try something cool in the Jacuzzi so I show them how to blowthe jets on your dick and we all show off are boners. So my dad hollersthat diner is almost ready but he don’t come out. So I say lets eat nakedand Dete says not naked in front of your dad and I say no with only aretowels on so we dry off and wrap them and go in.So we eat and then just sit around and play playstation metal gear. WhenKyle gets up to go to the kitchen I pull his towel off and he grabs it backthen when he comes back he wrassels me down and pulls mine off and I got aboner and he says whats that? So I say lets go swimming again so we all goout and get boners in the Jacuzzi and I put my foot on Detes and he don’tstop me. So Kyle says we gonna jack off man and say sure and he says whereand I say here and he says no way. And I say why not and sit on the edgeand play with mine but not really jacking and Dete says no man we might getcot here so I say ok lets go inside. So we put on are towels and go to myroom and I pull off my towel even before I close the door and say time toparty. So I get my lotion out and everybody just jacks there own but I getto see them both very good.So we put on boxers and shorts and go back to watch Scream 3. After themovie I ask if they want to swim again but we are to tired so we strip toboxers and get on the floor in my room. So we talk for a while and I askDete about if Chris jacks off and stuff and he says he don’t know so I tellhim about catching him in the bathroom and stuff. He thinks its funny. Henever been cot he says. So I wish we would jack again but they are sleepyso we sleep. In the morning we put on shorts and eat and play some moregames. Then we get dressed to all go pick up Chris. Then we go to BurgerKing for lunch and go home. So Chris likes my house and stuff and we wantto go swimming. So we all change in my room but Chris turns his back so weonly see his but.So when we are swimming me and Kyle strip each other to see what Chriswould do and he doesn’t freak out on anything so me and Kyle stay naked andstrip Dete then we all 3 strip Chris and he don’t really care I don’t thinkso we swim around naked but don’t do anything. So I get out and lay outtotally naked in the sun and Dete says don’t get a sunburned dick. SO Iget back in but am to chicken to show Chris the jets. And they all gotthere suits back on so I put mine back on to.
NookieStar presents: Matt and Mike Chapter 7Warning! This story contains sex between minor boys. If you are underage,this is illegal in your country, or do not like this type of story, pleasedo not read this. MATT and MIKE Chapter SevenAll six of us did get extremely close. We spent as much time together aspossible, but the distance between us made it difficult. Most of our timespent together was spent at the William’s house, whenever Mike or I couldtalk someone into dropping us off and picking us back up later. We did havea couple of sleep overs at Mike’s house, where we all could sleep insleeping bags in his basement. Well, we were supposed to sleep in thesleeping bags. We really didn’t have enough room at my house for six boysto sleep together.Mike and spent almost all our time together. We always had fun around eachother, except for when we were around my asshole brother.We walked in one afternoon, and Rick was in the kitchen. “Well, if it isn’t`Queer Boy` and his little girl friend. What are you two fags doing here?Going upstairs for a little game of nooky?”, he snarled.”Rick, why can’t you just leave us alone. We don’t ever do anything toyou.”, I pleaded.”Hey, I am just playing with you. See, I like your little girl friend,too.”, he said, as he walked over and grabbed Mike. “Why don’t you get downon your knees and give me a blow job like to do my little fag brother. Iknow you really want to do that.”Seeing him grab Mike made me mad. “Leave him alone, Asshole.”, I yelled,and tried to make Rick let go of him. Rick just knocked both of us down,and laughed in our faces. I burst out crying and Mike just looked red facedand angry. Both of us hated Rick, but he was too big for us to be able todo anything to him. Tears were streaming down my face, as Mike and Iclimbed the stairs. We could still hear Rick laughing as we entered my roomand locked the door.Mike didn’t say anything, he just pulled me to him and let me cry on hisshoulder. “I hate him. At times, I wish I could kill him.”, I cried.”I know. I hate him, too. He is so mean to you.”, Mike answered.We spent the rest of the afternoon just enjoying each other’s company. Nosex. Rick had completely gotten us out of the mood.The next day, Dad wanted me to go to work with him. No use starting a majorbattle, so I agreed. We dropped Rick off at work, and off we went. Dad letme play some games on his computer, but they soon became boring. “Dad, Idon’t have anything to do. I am bored with all your games.”, Iwhined. Maybe if I complained enough, I wouldn’t have to come back with himagain.”Here, let me show you some sites on the Internet I know about. That willkeep you occupied.”, he said. He signed on, and enteredwondered about, but as soon as I saw all the pictures, I never gave it asecond thought.There were hundreds of pictures of naked boys, ranging from about the ageof 5 or 6, to 16 or 17. There were speedo and underwear pictures,also. Some were in black and white, but most were in color. I was inheaven.”Do you think this will keep you occupied for a while?”, he asked.I just grinned up at him, and nodded. Maybe Dad knowing I was gay had somebenefits.He kept working, but every so often, he would come and see what I waslooking at. Once, he glanced down at my crotch, where a very noticeablebulge was showing, and said, “Maybe, once you get home, you can take careof that.”, he said, pointing at it.I blushed, but then smiled and nodded. He couldn’t show me this site andnot expect me to get excited.He just grinned, squeezed my shoulder lovingly, and went back to work.Finally, we were ready to leave to go and pick up Rick from work. I didn’twant to go. I wanted to look around some more. “Come on, Matt. You can comeback with me some other time and see the rest. Would you like that?”, Dadasked.”Yeah, Dad, I would.”, I agreed eagerly. I wanted my own PC!”Well, you were nice in keeping me company today. I bought you somethingthat you can take home with you, but you have to make sure that your motherdoesn’t find it. Do you promise?”, he asked, smiling.”Sure, Dad, what is it?”, I asked.”I’ll show it to you when we get in the car. Are you ready?”, he asked.”Sure, Dad.”, I replied.We locked his office, and walked down the hall with his arm around myshoulders. Dad didn’t show me much affection, and I was surprised himdoing it in public. I didn’t discourage him, I was just surprised.We finally got to the car, and unlocked it and we got inside. He opened hisbriefcase, and got out something in a paper wrapper and handed it to me. Itook out two magazines. One was a hard core sex magazine, showing men andwomen having sex together in all possible ways. The other was named “NudistYouth”, and showed pictures of boys and girls in a nudist colony, allcompletely naked. I was awe struck.”Thanks, Dad.”, I said, and hugged him tight. He hugged back. I couldn’tremember the last time we had hugged. Maybe, I was 10 or 11. Like I said,he didn’t show me much affection.I couldn’t wait to start looking through the magazines. He drove off, and Istarted looking through the first one. I was hard in a mili-second. As Ilooked, my hard-on became painful, so I reached outside my shorts andrearranged it so it was down my left pant leg. I even forced the headthrough the leg opening of my briefs so I could have as much freedom aspossible. I knew Dad glanced over ever so often and was watching me, but Ididn’t care.We got to where Rick worked, but he was not outside. Dad parked way off inthe parking lot facing the store, where we could watch for Rick, but notwhere anyone would drive us.He opened the console of his Jeep Cherokee Limited, where one of thestandard features was a tissue dispenser. He tore off three tissues, andhanded them to me. “I don’t know how long Rick will be. It doesn’t looklike you will be able to keep from coming that long. Your mother might behome, and I don’t think you want to explain a big wet spot in front of yourshorts to her, do you? I don’t mind. Go ahead and beat off right now. Ihave seen your penis hundreds of times before.”, he said softly.I blushed when he said that, but he could plainly see me playing withmyself. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I opened my shorts rightin front of him, pulled my briefs under my balls, and pulled it out in theopen. I didn’t look at him, I was too embarrassed. I concentrated on themagazine.He looked at me, however. Did he ever! If I had looked up at him, I wouldhave seen a huge grin on his face. If I could have read his mind, Iwouldn’t have liked what I would have found.I was not trying to set a record for quickest cum. I was more fondlingmyself as I looked at the magazine. Rick finally came outside, and Dadsaid, “There is Rick. Better cover up until we are driving, Matt.”, hesaid.”OK, Dad.”, I answered. I put it back inside, again down my left thigh,pulled up my underwear, and pulled closed the front of my shorts. I didn’tattempt to zip them up and fasten the top button, though. I had plans forthe ride home, Rick or no Rick. I was too worked up. I did put themagazines under the bag they came in. Not in it. Just under it. Hurry up,Dad, and pick up Rick.He drove over, and Rick got in behind me. He said hello to Dad, and nothingto me. I didn’t care. So, he hated me. I hated him right back!We started the drive home. One of the advantages of having a Jeep Cherokeeis that you sit up high, and no one except a tractor trailer driver can seeinside. I looked over at Dad at a stop light, and he looked down at mycrotch, smiled, and nodded for me to continue. I didn’t hesitate. It wasout in no time, and I was back into my new magazine.We had driven several miles, as Rick and Dad talked a little. I wascompletely silent. Rick finally leaned over to see what I was looking at,and went crazy. His right arm went around the seat and under my throat,choking me. His left went over the console, knocked the magazine out of myhands, and grabbed me the balls. I cried out in pain.”Dad, when are you going to start beating the shit out of this littlefaggot. I can’t believe he is beating off in your car to some homomagazine. You have to start disciplining him like you did me when I was hisage.”, he yelled.”Rick, let him go!”, Dad yelled. He pulled into a K-Mart shopping center,and parked well away from anyone else, and got out.”You are going to get it now, you little faggot!”, Rick snarled, alsogetting out.I knew Dad was going to open the door and start beating me, so I quicklyput it back inside my shorts, and zipped up. If I was going to undergo thehumiliation of a public beating, at least my shorts wouldn’t fall down. Imight as well have put it back in. It had gone back soft after Rick grabbedmy balls and all the yelling. New movie title? “Scared soft!”. Nah.Rick also expected Dad to start beating me, and was totally caught offguard when he was jerked around and slapped across the face Dad. “Don’tyou ever do anything like that to your brother, do you understand me? If Iever see you do anything like that again, I will beat the ever loving shitout of you! Do you understand?”, he yelled at the top of his lungs,grabbing Rick the shirt collar and almost lifting him off the ground.Dad was lots bigger than either Rick or I. He was 6’5″, 285 pounds. We wereslightly taller than average, but got most of our looks and body size fromour mother’s side of the family. Dad was as much bigger than Rick as Rickwas to me.I stared wide eyed with my mouth open at the two of them. But, secretly,deep inside, I was saying, “Kick his ass, Dad. Beat him to a bloody pulp.”I couldn’t do it, but Dad could. I thought back on all the mean things Rickhad done to me lately, and I wanted pay back. Unfortunately, Rick was sosurprised, he did nothing but stare at Dad passively.”Get in the fucking car. This isn’t over, it just is in public.”, Dadyelled.They both got in, and not another word was spoken until we pulled in thedriveway. Mom had left a note saying she wouldn’t be home until late. Dadmarched Rick straight upstairs to his bedroom, where I hoped to hearscreams come shortly. I ran and got the tissue box from the downstairsbathroom, and sat down in the den to look at my magazines. Fuck Rick! Hedeserves what he gets, for the way he has treated me.They stayed upstairs for a long time. I got so horny, I finally strippedoff all my clothes. Everything! Not all at once. Socks and shoes wentfirst. Then shorts. Then shirt. Then briefs. I had already come twice whenI heard them walking down the stairs.I quickly pulled on my briefs, and stood up. That was all I had time to puton before they were right in front of me. Dad just looked me up and own,and smiled at me. I was still hard, and it showed prominently under thethin cotton of my briefs. He sat down in his chair, and told Rick and I tosit down.Now, I was fifteen, and way too old to be sitting in my Dad’s lap, but Ihated Rick. I wasn’t about to sit anywhere near him, so I crawled ontoDad’s lap in his chair. He had been good to me today, and had stood up toRick for me, so I guess I reverted back to being a little boy. I don’tknow. All I know is I did it. Who knows why you do things?Rick’s eyes were red. He had been crying. I couldn’t believe it. My big,bad, faggot hating brother had cried in front of Dad! The only thing thatcould be better would have been if I had heard Rick screaming as Dad beathim. Maybe, right at the same time as I came from looking at themagazines. Yeah, that’s it, I come while listening to Dad beat Rick! What afantasy!!!!”Matt, Rick has something to say to you. I think I will leave you two aloneso you can work out your differences. I am going down to the localbar. Have fun.”, he said, as he got his keys and left.I stood and looked at Rick with big eyes. Was he going to take out all hisfrustrations on me? I was scared.He just got up and smiled at me. That scared me even more. He sat down inDad’s chair, and said, “Come sit with me like you did Dad. I swear I won’thurt you. I want to apologize to you, not hurt you anymore. I want toexplain why I have been so mean to you. That’s not part of the deal withDad, but you need to know. I love you. I know you don’t believe me, afterthe way I have treated you, but I do. And, if you will just trust me alittle, we can become friends like we should have been all along. Pleasecome sit with me.”, he pleaded.I was very apprehensive, but I slowly came closer and closer to him. It waslike I expected him to reach out and grab me like in some horror movie. Hedidn’t, however. He just continued to smile, and held out his arms tome. Warning signals were going off in many parts of my brain, but I finallysat down in his lap. I was also too old to be sitting in my 19 year oldbrother’s lap, but it had already been a really weird day. What else couldbe next?”Look, I am sorry. I promise no more taunting. I love you. I always have.”,he said, and kissed me on the mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I just staredat him like he was an alien from outer space. I knew he wasn’t, but whatkind of being had invaded my brother’s body? This couldn’t be him!”I have to tell you the truth. Otherwise, you won’t believe me. First, Dadthreatened that he would tell you about me and him unless I made up withyou. I will tell you myself, but later. What I have been trying to do iskeep you from being gay, and letting Dad know. If you are gay, it is yourbusiness, not anyone else’s. But, you are being so outgoing about it, Iknew it was only a matter of time before he was on you, like he was on tome.”, Rick said, bursting into tears.My eyes opened wide. I didn’t know what to think. Rick and Dad? Rick wastrying to protect me? Is this all just a nightmare? I still didn’t trustRick, so I gave him no support, I just watched him cry. Earlier, I wouldhave given anything to watch this, but my hatred was melting.He finally got control of himself, and continued. “It wasn’t bad, oranything. He first came into my room when I was 12, almost 13. I stilldidn’t know how to beat off. Mom was out of town. I loved him, and he nevershowed me much affection. When he started to hug me, and rub all over mybody, I loved it. He pulled me into his lap, and kissed me on the cheek. Hehugged me. I didn’t care when he laid me down on the bed and pulled off myunderwear. He was my Daddy. I loved him, and I was getting more affectionthan anytime in my life. When he took me into his mouth, it was the mostincredible thing I had ever felt. I came almost immediately. That was allwe did that night.”"Anytime Mom was out of town, he always came into my room after you went tosleep. I really didn’t like it, but how was I going to stop him? I wasgetting attention from him, and I did want that, but I was feeling reallyguilty. This happened about three or four times. Then, the last time, whenI was still recovering from him sucking me off, he greased up his dick,raised my legs, and shoved it into me.”, Rick said, crying freely.”What?”, I screamed. “No way!”"I swear he did. He didn’t lube me up first, or anything. He had half of itin me before I ever knew what was going on. It hurt like Hell. I started toscream, but he put his hand over my mouth. He told me that if I screamed,he would beat the shit out of me. He said to take it like a man. What couldI do? His body had me pinned. I just bit my lip, and took it the best Icould. When he was finally finished, he just walked out like nothing hadhappened.”, Rick continued.”God, that is awful. I am so sorry.”, I said, breaking down and hugginghim. We held each other and cried together for several minutes. All my pasthatred for my brother was washed away the tears. We were finallybecoming the brothers that we should have been all along. Loving, caring,sharing. All the good things. All the bad times were behind us, now. Iloved him, and he loved me back.We finally quit crying, and he said, “I want to finish. I don’t ever wantto talk about this again, OK, so I want you to know all of it. The nextmorning when I finally got out of bed, Mom had gone to work and you hadalready left the house. I dressed, although it was painful to do so, andwent downstairs. He was reading his paper and drinking coffee likealways. Just like nothing had happened the night before.”"I exploded. This was the first time in my life I had ever stood up toDad. I called him every bad word I knew. I told him I was going to tell Momwhen she got home. I threatened to call the police, but that was to scarehim. He looked so shocked as I went on, it gave me more and moreconfidence. He had hurt me, and I wanted to hurt him back. He finally brokedown crying, and begged me not to tell anyone, especially Mom.”, Rick said.”Dad cried in front of you?”, I asked incredulously.”Yeah. Unbelievable, huh. Big, bad Dad, crying in front of his son. Look,you can’t let him know about any of the rest of this, OK?”, Rick asked.I just nodded my head yes. I had to know it all.”See, Dad had some gay affairs in college before he met Mom, and she knewabout them. She didn’t even want to date him, but he convinced her thatpart of his life was over. Before they got married, she told him that ifshe ever caught him doing anything else like that, she would divorce himimmediately. I had him the balls before I even knew it. He swore if Inever told anyone else, he would never touch me again. He convinced me thatif I told her, we would be divorced, and would have to move away from ourhouse. He laid a big guilt trip on me, saying it would be all my fault if Itold. He was a man and I was a boy. I bought it. I never told Mom, oranyone else. He never touched me again.”"But, when you got to be about 11 or 12, I noticed him watching you lotscloser. It didn’t help that you would always go take your bath early andcome back into the den in just your briefs before bedtime and lay down infront of him to watch TV on the floor. You always would argue for just alittle extra time downstairs when they tried to make you go to bed, becauseI was still up, and you would sit in front of him and beg with your legsspread wide, giving him a clear view. I could always see his eyes light upwhen you did that. It worked, too, because you would get another five orten minutes, and then Dad would go through it all over again. You rememberthat, don’t you?”, Rick asked.I thought back, and I did remember those days clearly. I had thought I wasso smart, getting to stay up past my bedtime. I shuddered, knowing what Dadwas really thinking. I just nodded my head yes.”Well, that was when I decided to make sure you turned out to be a rough,tough kid who Dad would never get his hands on. Maybe, my approach was theworst thing I could have done. I don’t know. All I know is, I did it foryou. I swear I did. And now, you hate me.”, Rick said, bursting into tearsonce again.I hugged him to me. This time, I didn’t cry with him. I just held him, andgave him comfort. “Maybe, I did hate you, but I don’t any more. It maytake some time, but maybe I can learn to love you again. I used to when wewere both little. You used to be so good to me, and then you totallychanged. I didn’t understand why. I thought it was my fault. I thought thatmaybe something was wrong with me. You have hurt me a lot, and I can’t justwipe out all the bad times in one day. I would like to start over,though. Would that be all right with you?”, I asked.Rick quit crying, and said, “Yeah, that would be fine. Just promise me, nomore sex anywhere around Dad, OK?”"No problem. I totally agree.”, I said.We were now closer than anytime in the last four or fiveyears. Unbelievable change. Rick continued to hold me, and started to rubmy chest and stomach. I looked up at him as he rubbed me, and saw a lovingsmile on his face. I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. Hisgrin grew bigger, and his hand went lower.I won’t bore you with the details.OK, OK, it is the details you really want. Before we got up, Rick hadpulled the front of my briefs down under my balls, and beat me offslowly. I did nothing for him. He didn’t want me to. We had a long, lovingexperience as we cuddled. We mended a lot of fences. This was not quitemaking love, but it was close. When I finally came all over myself, Rickjust pulled off his own shirt and cleaned up the mess. I went up to take aquick shower and Rick got out another shirt for him and talked to me whileI finished. He insisted in drying me off, lovingly. We were off to a greatstart in our new relationship.Would it last? You will find out in later chapters. If you are stillinterested. To Be ContinuedAny reader’s comments or criticisms are appreciated. The more comments Iget, the quicker I will forward more chapters. Again, I am trying to tellthe story using actual facts, but I do insert parts of the story that didnot really happen. The boys always give me permission, before I submit myversion. I hope you like this method of telling a story. Any comments canwriting is your comments. I have made good friends out of Matt and Mark,and could use some more.
NookieStar presents: JEREMY Chapter 4Craig moved his right hand to my hard boner and placed it on the shaft. Hiseyes were glued to my dick as his tiny fingers moved up and down my dick,feeling its hardness. He was not jacking me off, rather he was just holdingit and letting his fingers do the examining. His hand moved up to my headand he he began to touch my head with his fingers, softly stroking it givingme feelings that felt so good. “you have a big dick” Craig said as he played with my cock. His eyesremained glued to my cock and his fingers began to explore the entire lengthof my cock, going from the head down to the balls. He cupped my balls in hissmall hand and gently caressed them. As he was caressing my balls, hisother hand moved to my belly and he moved his fingers down to my hairs. Hebegan to twirl them in his fingers, feeling the texture of the course hairs.I did not have than many but he was fascinated them and continued to playwith them as his other hand held my cock. My cock was flat against my belly and he lifted it to that it wassticking straight up. He moved his face close to my cock and withouthesitation put his lips over the cock head and began to suck on the head. Iplaced my left hand on the back of his neck and rubbed his neck while hismouth was moving over my cock head. ” Craig, this is the third blowjob I have got today” I said to him ashe moved his lips down the shaft of my hard cock. Craig let my cock slip out of his mouth and looked at me inastonishment. “THIRD BLOW JOY?? ” He said. “Yeah, went I went to the movie today, this guy was sitting next to meand he gave me one right at my seat. Then I went into the bathroom with himand he blew me there too” Craig looked at me and his eyes were as big as saucers. ” Oh Fuck…. I would have loved to have been there with you” he said. ” Tell you what, I got the dude’s phone number, do you want me togive him a call and see if he wants to blow us both at the same time?” “Westill have a couple of hours before our mom’s get home from the mall” Craig looked at me like he was unsure what to say and then a big grincame on his face “Yeah..call him” I put my undies and shorts back on and went into the living room andmade the call to Tim. ” Hey Tim, this is me ….. Jeremy…. from the movie” ” I waswondering if you still wanted to see me again?? If you do, I can come overand also my friend Craig said he would come over to” Tim was quiet for a few seconds and then “Awesome dude, sure comeon over. the way, how old is Craig?” “He just turned 10″ I said “When can you be here?” Tim asked me “We can be there in about 15 minutes” I said “Come on over… Just walk in when you get here” Tim said Craig put his shorts back on and we left a not for our mom’s in casethey returned early and said that we had gone to the park for a few minutes. Twenty minutes later, we were at the address on the card that Tim had givenme. I opened the door and yelled……” Hey Tim…are you in here” ” Come on in guys” Tim said from the living room Craig and I walked in and saw him sitting on the couch watching a tv show. ” This is Craig, he lives across the street from me” I said to Tim ” I told him what we did at the movie today, and he is cool with that”I said Tim’s eyes were mentally undressing Craig as the cute 10 yr old stoodjust a few feet from Tim. ” Do you boys want something to drink, a coke or something” “Not really” I said… ” We can only stay about 1/2 hour” Tim got up from the couch and walked over to me and put his armsaround me and gave me a hug. ” I am so glad you came over and brought your friend. ” Tim said. After hugging me, he faced me and put his hand down on my fly andsqueezed. “Has that got any bigger since the last time I saw you today?” Timsaid Craig was looking at what Tim was doing not sure what he was supposedto say or do. ” Hey Craig, have you ever done anything with another boy before?”Tim asked him Craig looked at me and smiled…. ” Yeah, a little bit” he said. “Can I see how big it is?” Tim said to Craig Without waiting for an answer, Tim walked over to Craig and kneeleddown in front of him. Tim undid the button on Craig’s shorts and slowlypulled them down. Craig just watched as Tim pulled them down to his ankles. Craig was now standing with just his jockeys on. ” Oh my….what a cutelittle basket you have Craig:” Tim said as he looked at Craigs undies. ” Can I pull them down:?” Tim asked ” Yeah …sure” Craig responded. I watched as Tim slowly lowered Craig’s undies, taking his time as if hewanted to savor the sight of what he was seeing. When the undies got toCraig’s penis, Tim pulled them down allowing the penis to be pulled down andthen it popped up when the undies were below the penis. Tim’s eyes wereglued to Craig’s penis as it bounced up and went flat against his belly. ” Oh, you are so beautiful” Tim said as he continued to look atCraig’s penis. Tim continued to pull the undies down until they were atCraig’s ankles. Tim pulled Craig towards him and placed his face againstCraig’s hard penis , sniffing it and then licking it. His tongue was movingfrom the bottom of Craig’s penis up to the cock head. Tim looked over at meand grinned as Tim continued to lick his penis. ” Come here Jeremy” Tim said to me as his eyes remained on Craig’spenis. I moved next to Craig and Tim began to unbutton my shorts andpulled them down. I was standing next to Craig with just my white jockey’son and Tim took them the elastic band and slowly pulled them down. Mypenis was already rock hard and pressed against my belly. Tim backed awayand beheld the sight of two naked boys, with hard penis’s standing before himas he knelt. ” Jeremy, will you face Craig and move close to him so that your cockstouch” Tim said to me I moved closer to Craig and as I did, our cocks came together rubbingagainst each other. I put my arms around Craig’s shoulders and held himtightly. Tim reached in with his hand between our legs and held both of ourcocks in his hand at the same time. He pressed them together fitting them sothat the back of my cock was tight against the back of Craig’s cock. Bothcocks were in Tim’s hand. Tim began to masturbate the two cocks in hishand, moving his hand slowly up and down our cocks allowing the friction ofone cock against the other to give us both thrills. I looked at Craig and said ” This is what jacking off is Craig, itsmoving your hand up and down your cock like Tim is doing to us:” Tim looked up and said ” Have you never jacked off before Craig?” “No I don’t know how” He said “Well I think its about time a big boy like you learns how to do it” Timsaid. TO BE CONTINUED
NookieStar presents: Re: Growing Up Sexual – chapter XXXVIGrowing Up Sexual – Dave MacMillanThese introductory comments are for my American readers.The presidential election is less than a month away. There are only twomen who have any chance of winning that election – Al Gore or George Bush.Nader is a spoiler, nothing else. Al is a bit flawed and definitelyboring. George has as his senior political advisor Ralph Reed, the cute,friendly, boyish former head of the Christian Coalition (and PatRobertson’s Josef Goebbels).Al Gore, however, does have the training to step in directly to lead thestrongest, longest streak of economic growth that any economy in recordedhistory has ever shown. He supports gay/lesbian rights to legal equality.And, so far, we haven’t seen him play dirty in this election.George, on the other hand carries with him the personal support of PatRobertson and the Christian Coalition. We have had the chance to see himturn to the preacher/wannabe fuehrer to pull his nuts out of the fire afterhis substantial loss in NH (Robertson and the religious right started arumour campaign against McCain in SC that included telling people thatMcCain had a bi-racial child ). TheRobertson effort was very under the radar and very effective among theless-educated voters who make up his neo-fascist movement and theRepublican party in the South.This election is important on a number of fronts – do you want an economythat continues to grow or one that is thrown back into the grow and burstcycle that Bush’s dad and Ronnie the B-movie actor gave us? Do you want upto 3 supreme court judges appointed in the next 4 years who will makedecisions on gay rights, women’s reproductive rights, guns, hate crimelegislation, etc, based on law or on what Pat Robertson says are hisconversations with God? Do you want gay acceptance (legal and social) tocontinue to spread or do you want that acceptance rejected on the federallevel? Do you want federal officials appointed who are favourable to thelaw or who are intolerant, close-minded bigots?If you vote for Bush, stay home or vote for Nader, you effectively vote forBush and the Robertson agenda for America. You’ll have yourself to blamefor the first recession to hit America in 8+ years, you’ll have yourself toblame for the increasingly anti-gay stance that will take over the federalgovernment. And you’ll be able to blame yourself for the return of theAmerican decline that started with Vietnam and continued through 1992.That decline has been arrested for the past 8 years but George Bush isguaranteed to start the country spiralling downwards again with more poorlyeducated Americans with a federal government that is underfunded because ofhis tax cuts and with spiralling inflation because of the federal debt.If you vote for Gore, America has a chance to enter the 21st century stillgrowing, vibrant, and better educated than it has been for 25 or moreyears. And you’ll hopefully have broken the back of christian fascism.Unfortunately, I’m not an American citizen – I can’t vote. Fortunately, mypassport isn’t American – I can leave before George opens the door for Pat.VOTE NOV 7!!!!! The future you’re voting for is your own.%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%Chapter 36Richard Lee lay on his bed, on his stomach, and tried to will his hard-onaway. It just pressed against his belly, hot and thick and hard. Heflipped over and stared through the dimness at the tent in his sheet. “Idon’t want to be queer!” he growled to himself. The tent over his groinflexed and grew larger.It seemed to him that he could still feel Cary’s dick moving in his buttthat afternoon after school, rubbing his lovenut with each thrust.Before he knew it, his right hand had slipped under the sheet and itsfingers were stroking the underside of the hard tube of his meat throughhis briefs. Sighing, Richard moved his other hand under the cover. Helifted his fanny off the bed and pushed his underwear down to his knees.The fingers of his right hand moved quickly up his leg and wrappedthemselves around his pole.How in the hell had little 12 year old Cary Stokes found out about thatdamned movie anyway? Him or his brother Clem? That had been almost threeyears ago. Nobody in Soul knew about it – just Billy and Vic. But theywere both queer, they liked dick pounding their butts. He sure had fuckedthem both enough over the past two years.Only, now he was the queer. He’d been fucked every day for the last month. Cary’s little 5-inch dick.If he was going to bend over for somebody, why couldn’t it be Vic Howelldoing the honors? At least, Vic had a good sized one. Or even Billy?After all, he and Billy were brothers – only Vic had a bigger dick. And -well … Richard had found himself drawn to the Howell boy a lot since Carygot him to bend over that first time a month ago.He wished Billy was home. His brother would be relief so he could go tosleep. Only, he’d been putting Billy off more and more the past month andcut him off completely the last week. Fucking Billy had been all right aslong it was just relief for both of them. It’d started feeling strangewhen Richard realized that he really liked to get buttfucked. The part ofhim that didn’t want his brother to know that Richard was just as queer ashe was took over then, and he’d cut him off.* * *A month ago, Clem had waddled over to his locker while Richard was puttingaway his books and told him that Cary wanted him to come over thatafternoon.God! But Clem was fat! His gut was so big it hid his dick when he wasstanding up. He was Richard’s and Billy’s age, but Clem came with hislittle brother. They were a package. And Richard Lee didn’t see how hecould say no, not if he ever wanted to show his face in Soul again. Caryhad made that plain that first time.”Cary?” Richard asked, turning to look at the fat boy.”My little brother.” Clem’s smiling face reminded Richard of a pig’s.”I’ve got plans to do something with Billy – maybe tomorrow?”"Get out of it. It’s got to be this afternoon. We’ll expect you over atthe house four.”Clem’s and Cary’s father was a building contractor. He was from Macon buthad somehow met his wife and settled down in Soul. Their mother was firstcousin to Richard’s mother. The Stokeses were the same class as the restof Richard’s friends. Richard and Billy had played with Clem when theywere young. But Clem was asthmatic and spoiled rotten. And he got fatterand fatter. the time they were 9 and 10, Clem was a loner, more or lessignored the other boys.”Why should I come?” Richard growled. He didn’t like taking orders fromanybody, but Clem issuing them really grated on his nerves.Clem leant closer, his fat lips almost touching Richard’s ear. “We found adirty movie in Macon last time we were there – one that has you in it.”Richard felt the blood leak out of his face. He felt cold. And weak. Hegripped the door of his locker and stared at its inside. “I’ll be at yourhouse,” he said, his voice a croaking whisper.Cary met him at the door. The boy was better looking than his olderbrother and slim. He looked normal, except for the wicked grin thatcovered his face. “Richard! I’m glad you decided to come-”"What’s this that Clem was talking about? Something about a movie-?”Richard had decided to brazen it out. There just was no way a 12 or 14year old would ever have seen the sex movie that preacher in Atlanta hadgot him and his friends to make.”Come on in,” Cary told him. “We’ll go up to the room and I’ll show you.”His grin grew wider and Richard decided it was pure evil. “I found it sointeresting.”"You’ve got it here?” Richard gasped. Cary nodded, never dropping hissmile. “What’s it about?” He stepped into the Stokes’ largesingle-storey, brick house.Cary shut the door behind him. “You and 5 other boys sure seemed to behaving fun together. I sorta think that I know two of them – your brotherBilly and that Vic Howell across town – but two of the other three I didn’trecognize at all. You came through real clear, Cuz – I recognized youimmediately.”Richard Lee gulped. It sure sounded like they’d somehow found the evidenceof the preacher’s Thanksgiving Retreat all right. But how? He followedafter Cary feeling like a condemned man on his way to the chair.He entered the bedroom and Cary closed the door after him. Clem sat on thebed, his hand on the switch of a small projector. It took Richard a momentto realize Clem was naked.”This is some hot shit you’re into,” Clem said as Cary crossed the room andpulled the blinds. He laughed and his whole body quaked. “I didn’t thinkyou went that way. Billy I’d have believed in a heartbeat, but you-” Heshrugged and his tits jiggled. “Well, seeing sure was believing.”Richard looked from Clem to the smaller Cary. He gulped. “What do youboys think-?”Cary pulled his tee-shirt out of his jeans. “I get so hot watching yougetting cornholed, Richard,” he said and toed off his sneakers. “I thinkyou have the nicest butt I’ve ever seen.”Clem snorted. “The kid has watched this movie so many times he knows everytime you take a dick.”Cary quickly pulled his tee-shirt over his head as he toed his sneakersoff. “Start it up,” he told his older brother and crossed the room tostand beside Richard again. “Get naked, Cuz. I want to see you in theall-together for real.” He chuckled. “We’ll be able to compare the realyou with the movie star you – how old were you when you made this movie,Richard?”"About your age,” he answered absently, trying to think of a way out ofwhatever the Stokes boys had planned for him.Cary stared at him. “My age?” he groaned. “You sure had a mean-ass bigdick then – has it grown any?”"Enough, I reckon.”"We’ll be able to see just as soon as you get out of those clothes-” WhenRichard still had not started to shed his clothes, Cary told him: “Come on,boy, get naked! Mom’ll be home in an hour, and we sure want to be through then.”On the sheet tacked on the wall above Cary’s desk, the 8-mm film began. Inmoments, Richard was staring at himself staring at the camera. He wasnaked and the boy from Atlanta had just eased his whole dick into his hole.He could see his hard-on jutting straight out under his belly.”Get naked – now!” Cary growled.Reluctantly, Richard toed off his loafers and pulled his tee-shirt out ofhis shorts. He watched the Atlantan begin to move inside him, making hisdick bounce and slide across his stomach with each thrust. Beside him,Cary opened his jeans and pushed them over his hips to stand there in justhis briefs. Richard could see that he was hard and took a deep breathbefore pulling the shirt over his head. He stood before the Stokes boys injust his shorts and underwear. “Get it off – now!” Cary hissed from besidehim.Richard hoped that his second cousins just wanted to see him naked, but heknew better. On the screen, he was silently moaning as the Atlantanspeeded up the tempo of their fuck. He didn’t want to think about fat Clemgetting behind him. He didn’t want to think about the kid humping himeither. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shorts and his fingers moved down tounzip them. He pushed them over his hips and they fell to the floor. Heclosed his eyes and pushed the briefs over his fanny.”You aren’t hard!” Cary groaned, peeking over Richard’s elbow and breakinginto his attempt to think of anything other than the situation he was in.”Fuck! I thought you’d be hot to trot.” He grabbed Richard’s elbow andpulled him towards the bed. “Lie down – across the bed, Richard. FaceClem.”Richard thought to protest but, on the screen, the first wad erupted out ofhis dick for the camera as the Atlantan piledrived his ass hard.He got on the bed as Cary started to push his briefs down. A moment later,felt Cary’s hands spread his buttcheeks. Clem stood up and came to standin front of him. He saw the older Stokes boy’s dick then, hard andpointing out at him.Clem’s pole was short, shorter than Billy’s – but thick. Almost as if itwas as fat as the rest of him was. His foreskin was only pulled halfwayback over his dickhead. Richard knew a lot of the boys in Soul weren’tcircumcised; he’d seen skin-covered dicks in the showers at school as wellas at his Thanksgiving party when most of the boys he knew were naked andwaiting their turns to dick Glenda Faye Woods. But Clem’s was the firstone he’d seen up close.He was both intrigued and repelled. His second cousin was fat. Clem’sbelly pushed out and sort of drooped into an overhang over the whole lengthof his dick. His hips were wide. His pecs hung down to make breasts likea woman’s. His whole body was distorted and sorta gross – like thepictures of naked Polynesian women he’d recently seen in NationalGeographic. But he couldn’t help wondering how a boy beat his meat withall that extra skin. Clem moved closer, his dick inches from Richard’sface.Richard jerked when he felt the hot, blunt head of Cary’s dick slide acrosshis buttcheek. It found his crack, spreading the two mounds of his fanny.He looked over his shoulder to find the younger boy gazing down at hisbutt, his hand on his dick and a finger sticking out to touch Richard’sbuttcheek and guide his pole along the valley of his crack.”Raise your butt a little, Cuz,” Cary told him.Richard hesitated and Cary slapped his cheek. “Raise it, faggot!” hegrowled. Ashamed, Richard pushed his butt back towards the boy. “That’sgood. Now, reach out and stroke Clem’s meat for him.” Cary’s dick movedslowly through Richard’s crack towards his hole as he reached out to wraphis fingers around Clem’s.He felt the younger boy’s pole find him and wedge itself against hisentrance. He felt the fingers cross his cheek and move over his hip tofind his pubes. “You ain’t hard, Cuz,” Cary grumbled as he pulled his handaway and gripped Richard’s hip.”I-” Before he could say anymore, the younger boy humped his hips forwardhard. Cary’s dick pushed into Richard, slamming its way through hissphincter before he could react. “Jesus!” he yelped as a wall of pain thatcrashed over him. He felt Cary’s hard groin pressing against his cheeks.The pain began to ebb as he got used to the boy being inside him. Cary’shand returned to his dick and began to pull on it.”Suck Clem while I buttfuck you, Richard,” the boy told him. “Let’s allhave some fun.”On the screen, the Atlantan was coming in Richard’s butt. Cary began tomove inside him. Clem inched closer and the head of his dick touchedRichard’s lips.Richard didn’t resist. He opened his mouth and let it in. It didn’tmatter. Clem was watching him get fucked. Sucking him off wasn’tanything. Tears welled in his eyes as he took all of the fat boy down tohis pubes.* * *Richard stroked himself in the still darkness of his room. In his mind, hecould feel Cary plowing his butt, their movements synchronized. He couldtaste Clem’s pre-cum. And, in his mind’s eye, he could visualize VicHowell fucking Billy. He could hear his brother’s moans of pleasure, soundjust like the ones he was making.* * *After it started, Cary insisted that he come over every day after school.It was always the same – he got naked and stretched across the boy’s bed,Cary got behind him and took him fast and hard, and he sucked Clem’s dick.Cary wanted Richard’s butt for a full hour. Even after he’d come, hestayed hard and buried all the way in his older cousin. Fifteen minuteslater, he was riding Richard’s butt again. Most of the time, Clem stayedhard too with his pubes buried in Richard’s nose.He did learn that the Stokes boys had found the 8 mm reel in some things inthe back of a cousin’s basement when they’d gone to Macon for Valentine’s.It’d belonged to one of their father’s relatives who’d joined the armyright out of high school and had died in the Beirut barracks bombing 5months later. Richard figured it was probably the boy he’d met at thepreacher’s camp and who’d fucked him, Billy, and Vic in the film along withthe boys from Atlanta.He’d started getting hard when Cary fucked him after the first week. Carywas happy for him. He’d shot his first load a week ago. No hands, Caryholding his hips and pounding his little weiner in and out of him, and himholding on to Clem while he bobbed on him.That was when he knew he was just as queer as Billy and Vic. He didn’tlike it, but he was cumming every other time his little cousin shot hisload inside him.He’d spent the last 2 years, almost 3, trying to prove to himself that thatThanksgiving Retreat movie didn’t mean anything. He was still a virginwith girls, but it wasn’t for trying. Except for Glenda Faye. If a goodgirl went out with him, he’d promised her that he would keep his hands tohimself. Most of the time, he’d had to promise her older brother the samething. He’d done everything a boy could not to be queer.He was right back to knowing that he was – when he’d understood that Billyand Vic were that Thanksgiving.He was getting close and all he could think of was Vic Howell’s big-asseddick and how much he wanted it in him.%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%Finally!!!!!! David MacMillan Presents is ready (almost) … It’ll takeuntil the middle of next week for the secured lines for credit cardpurchases to be operational and there are a couple of minor changes thatstill need to be made. But the site IS there. The URL ismacmillanbooks and NookieStar readers get 2 nice presents. 5% of yourpurchase(s) go to NookieStar to keep it going AND you get a free book if you buy3 or more books. Yeah, everybody gets the buy 3 and get a free book dealthrough 1 Nov – BUT only NookieStar readers will continue receiving that specialthrough the end of the year. 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NookieStar presents: Asleep on the Beach Chapter 17Asleep on the BeachChapter 17Disclaimer: Please be advised that under aged youths are advised to notread this material; all others are welcome.Writer’s Note: I suppose it has been a good while since I told you guys howgrateful I am for all the e I have received on this story. Hopefully,each of you have received a prompt and courteous response from me now…if you did not receive a response there has been some problem withone of our systems…or whatever…so, write back and I’ll get on it rightaway. Still, the response has been remarkable, I’m very grateful, and wanteach of you to know that you make this effort worthwhile. I’m not sure howlong this story will go on, but for now I’m plenty motivated and inspiredto keep it going. Some of you have written in fears that I am wrapping thestory up, or winding it down — not yet. I’ll try to give you all aheads-up in advance to prepare you for that eventuality, but too…I’mhoping that the story will have its own natural conclusion (btw — I DOknow already how the story ends!).I’ve also received many es regarding Lenny (his character) and hisfuture in the story as it seems Liam and Jason have pushed the youngsteraside. I appreciate your fears, and can certainly see why and how thesethoughts are coming to your mind. I don’t want to “spoil” any of the plotfor those who are patiently waiting for each installment (so I won’t), butlet me remind you all that Lenny is the inspiration for the story (hencethe title). It’s not likely he gets “written off,” as is often the case inTV Soaps, nor is it likely he’ll be relegated to a side show in his ownstory! So, my advice is for you guys to keep tuned in and see where theride stops. Oh…I did have one particularly aggravated reader who isupset with Liam’s mother (using some very colorful language to describe thepoor woman). What is interesting for me (from the other side of the desk)is how difficult it is for you (faithful reader) to see beyond the mistsand vale of the writer’s mind and to grasp where the story is leading,therefore some of the character developments are perhaps received as beingharsh, un-warranted, or worse – contrived. This is an interesting dilemma.I could just come out and “spill the beans,” but then the story would beover and pointless — wouldn’t it? If you read the last chapter first, youmight have a better grasp of where we are going, but I’m not sure you wouldenjoy the ride so well. So…hopefully now most of you can trust that Iam not trying to be flippant, manipulative, or ornery with the story.There is a natural development, and I most certainly respect each of youand your commitment to stay with us this far. Now…let’s get to what weall really want to know…who in the hell put the damned blanket on theboys?!Any comments are welcomed; you’ll get a prompt and courteous reply: Prologue Let’s forgo the damned prologue this time. Shall we? … Chapter 17 Damnshitfuck! Ahhh crap! Shitshitshit! Grrr. What in the world?Why? Why me? Why does this same goddamned fucking shit always keepfucking happening tome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay. Breathe. Don’t panic. Life on earth isn’t over. Breathe. The sun is up (well…mostly). I’m not bleeding (I hope I’m not anyway), so nobody stabbed me inthe night. Breathe. Slowly, painfully slowly, I began to feel the panic quell and myheart function nearing a normal rate. I blinked back tears, refusing togive in to them this time. I realized I had a death grip on poor Jason’sarm because I felt him stirring. Maybe that was what brought my mindaround to actually engage all circuits (well…as many as a 14 year old boycan have working after a night like I just experienced…and given mypresent predicament…but you get the point…right?). I relinquished hisarm enough for me to wiggle around to lie on my back, and he adjustedhimself to my new position and was now comfortably (for him) atop me in anodd sort of way. He made sweet morning mumbling sounds as if he reallydidn’t appreciate being roused and wanted to get back to his dreamland. My instincts were to scream, panic, and fall apart. But, damn,Jason was so sexy lying there on top of me that I quickly forgot my panicattack and was relishing in this new sensation…waking beside the boy Iloved! That joyous thought began to wane though and I knew we needed toconsider what may have been revealed to whomever the intruder was thatentered my room un-announced to cover us in our naked slumber — but it wasworse than that — it wasn’t JUST nude boys in the bed…oh no, we weren’tjust NAKED, but we also reeked of SEX! My last thought of last night wasJason still fully inside me and me on my stomach…he was slobbering on myshoulder, and I could feel his semen leaking from my ass. Oh God. It wassoooooo great…the love…the sex. But now…oh man…what are we goingto do if it wasn’t Dad? OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOM! Awe, FUCK! “Dufus,” I nudged Jason finally, “wake up…we’ve got a problem.” Jason roused slowly, then my words settled in on his waking psyche,”Ummm…yeah…I’m horney as a rooster in a hen house!” he mumbled with asleepy voce. “I’m as hard as a ball-bat…wanna do this some more?” a grinspreading sexily across his face as he turned his cuteness toward my faceand puckered for a morning kiss. Couldn’t resist that — could I? So, I kissed him. God. He is sowarm, so…so…yum! Is this how it will be from now on? I mean…can webe together? Will we be together? Will we always love each other likethis? In a hundred years — will we still want to snuggle and kiss in themornings? I felt his hard-on hot against my leg where it bends at my pelvis;he was leaking precum — so was I for that matter. Oh man, I just couldn’tresist; my anxiety and fears slipped gleefully to the back of my mind, mymind deciding it was much happier focusing on the treasure at myfingertips. Taking his maleness into my hand I squeezed a bit making himgroan with satisfaction. With twice the vigor, he kissed me deeply andpositioned himself on top of me, causing our dicks to be smooshed betweenus and pointing up towards our abdomens. Provocatively, Jason beganhumping me, sliding his lower torso…more like grinding himself intome. The friction between us and the heat of our boy tools was driving meinsane. Our kisses turned desperate as Jason increased the tempo. Thiswasn’t passion, it was craving, it was hungry. When he stopped I protested and tried to pull him back into ourerotic embrace, but having position and leverage on me, he easily loweredhimself down my body, kissing as he went…until he reached my pulsingdick…which he took inside his mouth with slow, but deliberate care,sliding his wet tongue all around my shaft as he lowered his face on mymember. He didn’t stop until his lips were at the base of my dick, and Icould feel his breath on my pubes. There simply aren’t enough words todescribe what I was feeling with myself deeply impaled in myboyfriend’s…Jason’s mouth, his arms and hands giving passionate caressesover my thighs, hips, buttocks, abdomen and even my sac. The more I movedbeneath him, the more he got into his work, and as I began humping up intohis mouth, he started groaning and slurping. Raising off my dick severaltimes he took me his hand and planted wet, slobbery kisses to my dickhead, then would plunge back down taking most of my length back inside hiswarmth. Before I was ready…my dick erupted inside his mouth. With theferocity of a street nymph, Jason took all I gave and loved every bit, ifthe noises coming from him could be believed. As my dick wilted, he kept sucking and pulling on me with his mouthas if he wanted to revive me and start over…only I was WAYYY toosensitive to let him keep doing that…finally he relented to my pleas tostop and my tugs on his arms and pits. He allowed me to pull him upwardstoward my face and we shared my semen leave-overs that he hadn’t swallowedalready. The smell of sex was pungent between us. I was reminded of acomment from that old 80′s movie, ET…where the one little kid accused theother of having “penis breath,” which made me smile even while we kissed. Jason pulled back slightly and queried, “What?” “Penis breath,” I whispered and pulled him back to my mouth formore. He giggled into my mouth, and we rolled back and forth a fewminutes, locked in a wild embrace and I found myself on top…not sureexactly how that happened, and I even made a mental note that my ribsweren’t as sore this morning…must be the love-workout-routines! As Jason did to me, I began to work my way down his body toreciprocate what he had just expertly done to me. Only, I wasn’t so smoothas he, as I was still kind of stove up and sore. I guess I needed moreexercise. Ultimately I ended up worshipping his dick. I nuzzled his ballswith my nose and kissed him deeply and passionately beneath them anddownward toward the beginnings of his crack. As I jacked his dick with onehand, the other found its way to my mouth where I slicked up my middlefinger. Placing my finger at his puckered entrance, I lifted my mouth tohis penis and lowered my mouth as I entered his hole with my finger. Jasondidn’t know which way to twist, or what to moan most about…the sensationsin his ass, or on his dick. I could sense him pushing downward in attemptsto accept and devour my probing finger with his ass, and at the same timetrying to raise his hips to get his dick deeper into my mouth. I couldrelate. All or nothing. He needed me as much as I needed him. We hadcrossed over a threshold last night. The walls of reserve hadn’t crumbled– they had disappeared. We were carnal now; this was raw sensuality. Ina way, I guess it was innocence that had left us, and a new knowledgefilled the vacuum. Knowledge of good and evil. This certainly wasn’tevil. God, no…this was bliss. This was magic. This was…was JASON! His taste on my palate was unmistakable. I was memorizing his everyfeature and contour with my tongue, my fingers, my arms, my sense of smell– hell — even my hearing…I was hearing him now in an intimate way thatpeople just don’t know other people. His whimpers, the satisfaction, thedesire, the lust…my god…I was drunk with the love of this boy. My fingers now knew what to do with that lump deep inside him…Icaressed him there with my finger. With fucking type motions my fingerwent back and forth over that mass in his butt. Relentlessly: over, andover…touch, withdraw…rub, withdraw…touch, withdraw…feel,withdraw…all the while I was going up and down on his dick with my mouthat the same patient, persistent pace. I didn’t try to go all the way downon him as he did me…instead I concentrated on my tongue, on his penishead. As his face contorted and head rolled back and forth I watched him,and I saw his entire body tense and bring itself to the magic crescendo oforgasm. I knew he was going to burst into my mouth before I tasted him.But soon, I had to concentrate on taking it all as there was so much that Iwas afraid I’d lose some…no way I was going to let that happen! What anincredible sensation. The throbbing, pulsing, dick spewing boy essencesover and over and over. He kept bucking up into my mouth…quite literallyfucking my mouth, and I kept drinking him in. Incredible. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of him, with my face on his stomach,and his dick nestled under my chest. Our breathing morphed into unison. I squeezed him tightly…I wanted this moment to be forever. Myfears of death and parting began to sneak back around the hidden recessesof my mind. I wanted forever, but feared this…THIS…would never happenagain (subconsciously my fingers tapped his taut belly as these thoughtsmeandered through my psyche). I squeezed tighter. He played with my hair.His fingers tugged at me to come to him…I obeyed them, as I’d do anythinghe asked me for the rest of my life. How I wished at that moment that hecould make us last forever. We kissed. Slower this time. On purpose thistime…the purpose of expressing love. Not lust: love. The blanket. I remembered. Eventually, I got him to slow down so I could show him my…ourproblem. “Dude,” I said, turning my head so he couldn’t kiss me into silenceagain, “stop a minute, willya? Look, this blanket wasn’t here last night.” He was obviously pouting that I had stopped him from his morningbreakfast of my lips and whatever else he was deciding on…hmm…thatcould be an interesting thought…no…have to stay focused here. “The blanket.” I said matter of factly. “Yea,” he said, “it’s a blanket okay,” and leaned in for anotherkiss. I turned my head again. My breathing not yet fully under control.Our smells combined. I wondered if the smell would drift into the hall. “Stop…no…don’t STOP…but just listen,” I reasoned. “Look –MY blanket is on the floor! This one (I pushed a fistful toward his face)WAS in the HALL closet! Don’t you get it?” “No,” he answered honestly. Grrrrrrr “Dude,” I protested, bordering on whining, “who the hell put thegoddamned blue blanket on us while we were fucking naked in my bed!” Ihate it when I get so worked up that I can’t control my tongue like that.I don’t like cursing. It makes me feel cheap…out of control. But THATis PRECSELY what I felt like just now…out of control. Jason WASN’Thelping either. “Oh,” he said, absentmindedly brushing aside my fears, “your Momdid that early this morning.” Stop the world. I’m getting off here. I sat bolt-upright in bed, spilling Jason off with scarcely anotice of my bruises, cuts, sore ribs, hurt lip…nothing mattered. Theimage of my own mother walking in to see me in such a compromising positionat this age and development of my body was so shocking to me I wasinstantly numb from my neck down (I know, this had happend the other daywith Lenny and me..but this time ….ohh damn-it…it was different thistime…okay?). I spun around in the bed, pulling the blanket with me, myfeet and legs still tangled up in its web, and tried to stand up. I failedmiserably, as the dratted blue blanket was particularly clingy this morningand would not let me out of the bed gracefully. Unceremoniously, I ploppedright out on the floor. This, of course made me instantly…and painfullyI might add…aware that I really WASN’T numb from the neck down and I letout a yelp! Jason was useless to me as he was rolling on the bed holding hissides with fits of hysteria. The door opened and there was Dad standing inthe doorway. Shit. “Shit!” I exclaimed at the sight of him and the realization I wasstill nude, erect, and exposed. I want to die. “Enough with the profanity,” Dad said as he strode across the room.Effortlessly, he lifted me with his hands under my armpits to sit back onthe side of the bed (How do adults get so strong?), and somehow had managedto also free me from the grasps of the evil blue blanket (I was quicklysettling my mind on the fact that the blanket was responsible for my plightand therefore should be ever banished from the kingdom of my room), as heplaced it back on my lap partially covering my shame (glory?). He saidnothing of my nudity, nor of Jason’s now that I think of it, but simplytold us to get dressed and come down for breakfast. At the door, hestopped, turned after a pause, and said over his shoulder, “I’m sure we’llhave plenty to talk about this morning. Don’t loiter up here allmorning…your Mother and I are waiting downstairs.” He disappeared,closing the door as he left the room. Doom. What else could there be? We were toast. Perhaps moreliterally than I’d ever imagined a kid (kids) could be. I brought my hand to my face in a classic pose of misery, shook myhead in disbelief, and whimpered something about the end of the world. Ifelt the bed shift as Jason moved over to sit beside me. now, he hadsubdued his laughter and realized my deep concern, and put his arm aroundmy shoulders in a typical boyhood embrace. For my part, I wasflabbergasted that HE wasn’t mortified at having been seen totally naked inmy bed… both my MOM (did I mention my MOTHER saw US absofuckingluetlyNAKED?) and Dad. I looked sideways at him, and I guess he could read mymind. “When I realized she was in here I was afraid to move, but she justwalked in and put the blanket over us, Dude. There was nothing I coulddo.” Jason continued rubbing my shoulder with his arm around me. “I thought we locked the door last night,” I said while looking atthe dratted door that equally betrayed me (us), along with that evil blueblanket. “I woulda swore we did too!” Jason said, realizing that very factabout the same time as me. “It don’t matter none though, `cuz we arebusted anyway!” Drawing a deep breath, then letting it out slowly, a sense of dreadbegan to settle in on me. It seemed as though I was afraid atfirst…afraid that we HAD been caught…not it was a dread of facing thereality that we indeed were not only caught…but most certainly were aboutto be executed. Mom would tolerate a lot of shit from me…I was a goodkid afterall. I mean, I do whine a lot (but who doesn’t?), but I make goodgrades, stay out of trouble, do as I’m told…mostly. But, no, she wasn’tgoing to tolerate a gay faggot in her house — a gay faggot screwing hisbrains out with every boy he knows right under her very nose. (Okay…relax peeps, I don’t like that word anymore than youdo…I’m just telling you what was happening inside my own noggin rightthen…hold the flames `till the end of the chapter at least). Nope. This wasn’t going to go good. Look. Sometimes, a kid canhold out for hope that reason and love will settle in on some blow-ups.Occasionally, a boy could depend on one, or the other parent coming to therescue. But, every now and then, you just know you’re in the shit thatain’t about to smell good no matter how much perfume you try to mask itwith. This, was one of those moments. A moment of dread so real that Iknew beyond doubt there was simply no answer. I steeled myself against the overwhelming urge to crawl back intobed and cry my eyes out. I’m tougher than that…right? Right. Still, as I drew in another breath I felt myself snubbing like alittle kid does after he’s been crying so long there aren’t any more tears.Jason squeezed me tight. “Let’s get a quick shower, that will help us both get ourbearings,” Jason offered. Having no better plan, I numbly stood up and lethim lead me out of the room and to the bathroom. I scarcely recall himstarting the shower and getting me and him in there, but I do remember Iresponded to his gentle washing of my skin, the warm water, and the smellof soap…soap and Jason. After he’d washed and rinsed us off — he turnedme under the water to get the soap off – he reached past me to turn of theshower. We dried off — no, he dried us off, then led me back to thebedroom, sat me on the bed, and went to get us some clothes out of mydrawers. Knowing where everything was, he came back armed with all weneeded to be comfy and had me and him dressed in board-shorts, tee-shirts,underwear, socks, and no shoes in a flash. I was slipping into a walkingcoma. I was totally useless to him, but he didn’t seem to mind. When hehad is both dressed and in our sock-feet, he pulled me up off the bed andinto a tender hug. “Can we do this together?” he asked tenderly. I was uncertain ofwhat he meant. My gaze told him of my confusion. “I’m here, Liam. Whatever happens, happens to both of us. Friendsto the end.” “This — l..looks like the end.” I said while biting my lip to holdback tears I refused to give. “No.” Jason said firmly. “No. This is NOT the end. Liam. Look atme. AT ME!” he insisted. I raised my head from his shoulder and pulledaway from his warm hug so I could comply. “We’re not done. No one can make us be done, if we don’t want to bedone. I don’t know what is going to happen with your Mother. Hell, Idon’t know what is going to happen with my Father. But I know this,” andhe leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. “I will not let anyonetake you away from me now…or ever. No one might understand that we loveeach other, but we do…we have for a very long time now, only we justcouldn’t say it to each other. That was stupid. We should have trustedeach other more, but it don’t matter, because we KNOW now. And now…now,I don’t ever want to go back. We’re together. We might not be able toTELL anyone else…because, well…you know why…kids at school andshit…but even so, I won’t ever let anyone take you away from me. I don’tknow how I can keep this promise. But Liam Nielson, I WILL keep thispromise.” Wow. Damn, couldn’t stop the tears this time, out they spilled withoutasking permission. Me and my tear ducts are going to have a long seriousconversation…soon…but not right now.
NookieStar presents: Simon and WilliamI posted the story MEETING JEFF to the Adult Friends section last monthwith the stipulation that it would be my one and only post. I alsostipulated that I would not answer any messages regarding said story.Several complimentary messages were sent, read and appreciated. Onemessage was a plea for help in editing and posting several episodes fromthe life of one Simon X, a sufferer of a public education. Being temporally incapacitated due to an automobile accident, Ihave time on my hands to take poor Simon’s two-page first-person tale andfluff it up a bit to a readable third-person narrative of events. Hesupplied the warp and I the woof while weaving this yarn. As with MEETING JEFF, I will invite the reader to put themselves inthe story saving the text to file and opening it in your notepad. Then,using ‘CTRL H’, you can ‘Find’ Simon and ‘Change to’ your choice of namesfor the older of the two characters and ‘Find’ William and ‘Change to’ yourchoice of names for the younger. Maggie is Simon’s mother. Sarah isWilliam’s mother. Stephen is William’s young friend in Florida thatintroduced him to sex.[It was called to my attention that in MEETING JEFF I had one of thecharacters living at the Jeffersonian so that after changing Jeff's name toWalter the Jeffersonian became the Walterersonian in one reader'sefforts. I don't know what the problem is with that. I've been in theWalterersonian many times.]Now Simon’s story: It was a dark and stormy night . . . no, too much of aclich . Let’s start over. I was born in a house my father built. NO! That’s too Nixonianand not third-person. Let’s try it again. Simon was fourteen years old when one of his mother’s childhoodfriends, Sarah, came to visit. It was an unannounced visit and she was ina fit of rage after leaving her philandering and abusive husband. She hadpacked her bags and taken their son, William – a seven-year-old towhead,from their Florida home to seek refuge in Atlanta with her old friend,Maggie – seemingly, the only friend she could trust. There they were, standing at the door looking pathetically roadweary and dejected. After the initial shock of seeing Sarah at the door insuch a condition and several hugs and kisses were exchanged, introductionswere made. Simon’s father had just left for work and Simon was the onlyother person in the household at the time. Sarah said, “Maggie, I could not take it any longer. I’ve left the. . . can we go somewhere and talk privately,” she ended with a whisper. “I understand. Simon, fix William a bowl of cereal or whatever hewants for breakfast,” said Maggie as she led Sarah to the back garden. They sat on the garden wall and talked for over an hour. In themeantime, after leaving William with his cereal, Simon had stretched out onthe living room sofa to watch cartoons. William finished his cereal andsought Simon. Simon was snickering at the sight of the coyote being flattened an anvil and was unaware of William’s presence in the room. The screenwent blank for only a second before the commercials started but, in thatsecond, Simon could see the reflection on the screen of his environs. Hecould see that William was standing behind him looking over the back of thesofa at his reclined form. “Did you have enough to eat, William,” asked Simon. “Do you have eyes in the back of your head?” asked a surprisedWilliam, for he had thought himself to have been rather imperceptible. Stealthy is not a word associated with most seven-year-olds, butWilliam’s father had taught him early in life to be seen and not heard. Acowed William surmised that it would be even better to not be seen norheard; and was practiced in stealthiness. “Have a seat, William, and watch the ‘toons,” said Simon to hisguest. William plopped himself down on the recliner and crossed his legs.From Simon’s vantage point, all he could see of William was from the cornerof his eye and then only his feet. The commercials ended and the roadrunner’s ‘Beep, Beep!’ causedSimon to again turn his attentions to the television. After a while herealized that, while he had been laughing and slapping his thigh at thebuffoonery on the screen, William was silent. Simon snapped his head to look at William and William flinched andgave Simon a slight smile. Simon realized that William had been watchinghim and not the cartoons. “This is one strange kid,” thought Simon as heturned back to the television. Simon’s laughter was more subdued andlessened because he found it hard to focus on what he was seeing. He wasmore interested in what William was seeing. It’s one thing to have thatfeeling that someone is watching you and quite another to know definitelythat someone is watching your every move. Simon stood momentarily, cleared his throat, sat down on the sofaand propped his feet up on the coffee table. In this position he could seehis guest as well as the television. In his maneuvering his underwear hadbecome ensnared with his scrotum and automatically his hand reached toadjust himself. He pulled at the offending fabric through histrousers. Raising his ass slightly he tugged the rear hem from his asscheeks and settled down all comfy. He noticed that during this processWilliam was watching his every move. He even raised his head and leanedforward ever so slightly to take it all in.William turned to watch the cartoons when Simon looked at him, but Simonwas soon aware that he was again being closely observed his guest. Hestood and said, “I’m going to get a glass of milk. Would you like one?” “No, I’m fine, thanks,” was William’s barely audible reply. As Simon walked past William he noticed the child’s eyes werefocused on his crotch. When he returned to his seat, he noticed thatSimon’s focus was still riveted to his crotch. Simon had heard theexpression ‘crotch gazer’ before and now he knew what it meant. After a while, Simon stretched his arms over his head, yawned andthen reached to again adjust his underwear. This time he grabbed hisscrotum, pulled it free and absentmindedly scratched his balls in theprocess. William leaned forward and asked, “Does that feel good?” Simon furrowed his brow, cocked his head and asked, “Does what feelgood?” for, in reality, he was unaware that he had done anything out of theordinary. “Did it feel good when you touched yourself? You know, downthere,” William added as he pointed to Simon’s crotch. Like a rocket, Simon stood and walked to the kitchen to look outthe window at Maggie and Sarah. Sarah’s head was on Maggie’s shoulder,still crying and telling Maggie of their woes. William was in fear of Simon’s actions. He thought that Simon wasgoing to tell his mother what he had said. Simon returned to the living room and seated himself as he hadbeen. Then he asked, “What do you know of,” he paused and then continued,”of ‘down there?’” “Well, mine feels good when I touch it,” said William. “I like toplay with it when I’m alone,” he added. William then stood and moved to sit beside Simon. He said, “It’sfun! Let me show you.” He then placed his small hand in Simon’s lap andstarted feeling Simon’s covered treasures. “Gosh! Simon, yours is huge,” said an amazed William. He felt Simon’s balls and ran his fingers up to grope the girth ofSimon’s expanding penis. “Wow!” said William, “you are as big as myDaddy.” “You mean to tell me that you do THIS with your Daddy?” askedSimon. “No, silly, but I’ve seen it enough. He likes to walk around nakedwhenever he can; and I’ve seen him fucking Momma,” William expounded. Simon heard the backdoor open and pulled William’s expert hand awayfrom his crotch. William returned to the recliner and both boys were againwatching the television as their mothers came into the room. Maggie toldSimon that she and Sarah were going to find an apartment in the afternoon,but now, because Sarah had driven all night, she needed a couple of hoursof sleep. She asked William, “Would you like to get some sleep, Honey, or didyou sleep in the car on your way here?” “I’m fine, thank you, ma’am,” said William. “Simon, take William to the pool or the rec-room while Sarahsleeps. Then, while we’re out this afternoon, I need you to stay withWilliam. You can find some games to play I’m sure,” said Maggie. “That’s for sure,” said Simon as he took William’s hand and the twoof them left for the rec-room. The two boys played checkers until the others in the rec-room leftand they were again alone. “So, you like to play with it. Did you like playing with mine?”asked Simon. “Ya, it was fun. Can we do it some more?” asked William. “Listen, I play with mine all the time. However, I never evendiscovered the joy of masturbation until a couple of years ago,” saidSimon. “Master what?” asked William. “That’s what it’s called when you play with it – masturbation.Some call it jacking off, or beating your meat, or pounding the pud, orchoking the chicken, or . . .” continued Simon until William interrupted saying, “Beating your meat. That’s what Stephen calls it, beating yourmeat.” “Who’s Stephen?” asked Simon. “Stephen is my bestest friend ever. He’s my neighbor in Tampa. Weplay with each other all the time. We have secret games, or, I guess wedid have secret games until Momma brought me here. Can we have secretgames, Simon? I would like that very much,” said William. “Ya, I think secret games would be fun.” said Simon. Simon never before gave a thought to the prospects of playing withanother boy’s penis and would have likely refused William’s request hadWilliam’s touching him not electrified his every nerve. He wanted to betouched again. Maggie came to the rec-room and told the boys that she and Sarahwere leaving and instructed them to be good. They watched as their mothers drove off and Simon took William’shand and they ran back to the townhouse. “Let’s go to my bedroom,” said Simon as he pulled William up thestairs. As soon as they were in the confines of Simon’s room, William againgrabbed Simon’s penis through his trousers. It was a penis which was hardand aching to be free. Simon said, “Slow down, little man, slow down.Let’s get comfortable.” With that said, Simon unfastened his belt, unzipped and dropped histrousers to the floor. William followed suit and continued removing hisjockey shorts. They removed their shirts, shoes and socks. There theystood, William naked, hard and ready to play some secret games; Simon injust his jockey shorts was shivering with anticipation of what was to come. Simon wanted to laugh on seeing William’s diminutive penis, butcaught himself for fear that William would be insulted and call the wholething off. William’s hairless scrotum was held tight to the base of his erectfingerling of a penis. It was about two-and-a-half inches long andreminded Simon of his own little finger. He was circumcised and the headof his penis was not flared like every other penis Simon had seen, but,rather, more like a finger tip. “That’s so cute,” said Simon. “Thank you,” replied a beaming William, “Let me see yours now.” Simon dropped his jockey shorts and watched William’s reaction ashis engorged penis was liberated. “Let me touch it, Simon, please. Let me touch it,” said an eagerWilliam. Simon sat on the bed and William placed his hand on Simon’s memberand started feeling the hot flesh. He hefted his balls and gently massagedthem with his finger tips. Simon reclined and supported himself on hiselbows as he surveyed his new friend’s manipulations of his most privateparts. William ran his fingers through Simon’s pubic hair, smiled andsaid, “why is it not like the hair on your head? It’s all curly and . . .” “Don’t worry about that. It is as it is. That’s all I know,” saidSimon. William’s tiny fingers could not reach around Simon’s shaft. Hegripped it as best he could and jacked it a couple of times. He keptlooking and marveled at the size and how it would react to his touch. “Does that feel good?” asked Simon. “Do you like touching it?” “It feels nice. I like it a lot. Stephen’s is not much biggerthan mine. He’s ten and his balls are twice the size of mine, but hispenis is nothing like this,” said William. William then scooted his butt up the bed Simon and took Simon’shand and placed it on his own penis. “Play with mine now, please, Simon,”he implored. Simon obliged rubbing his finger tips lightly over the boy’spenis. He placed his hand on the top of William’s thigh and, with histhumb and forefinger, explored the tightly packed scrotum and was surprisedto feel one olive sized testicle which retracted into the lad’s body as hefelt it. He lifted the penis and again told William that his penis wascute. He returned to an upright position and asked William to sit on theedge of the bed between his splayed legs. He pulled William to his chest,placed his chin on his shoulder and looked down on his tiny friend’s tinyfriend. He then grasped William’s penis with a finger and thumb of eachhand and started a slow masturbation. William cooed and pressed his headback harder on Simon’s chest as he instinctively rocked his pelvis to themusic Simon was playing. After a couple of minutes, William asked Simon to stop. “Did Ihurt you, little man,” asked Simon. “No,” said William, “but it needs a little spit to make it feelbetter.” With that, William leaned forward and drooled a stream of spittleonto the tip of his penis. “Okay, do it some more, Simon. Do it some more,”he said as he pulled Simon’s hand back into position. It was not long until William’s body was shaking with the onset ofa crescendo of bodily pleasure. “Faster, Simon, faster,” he instructed. Simon tried to match the speed with which he stroked himself. Heknew that when he masturbated at the lightning speed of eight strokes asecond the feeling was as good as it could be. William’s legs were shaking and his pelvis raised almost off thebed as Simon sent him into bliss. Simon was pleased with himself and the pleasure he had given hisnew friend. “How was that?” Simon asked. “Can you do that again? Simon, can you do that again?” Williamasked with a quaking voice. “That was the bestest EVER,” he added. “You do me now, and I’ll do you again later,” Simon said. William pushed Simon back onto the bed and grabbed his still rigidpenis and started to pull the skin up and down in as rhythmic a fashion ashe could. However, on his down-stroke he was smacking Simon’s balls withsuch force that Simon stopped him and told him that he had better do ithimself. He took over the stroking and William seemed heartstruck that hehad failed to give pleasure to Simon. “Wait a minute, Simon. I know something that will make it feelgood for you,” William said as he pulled Simon’s hand away from pleasuringhimself. He then said, “I told you that I’ve seen my Daddy and Mommafucking. They aren’t aware I’m watching, but I see everything that goeson. Momma does this sometimes to Daddy. He then pulled himself closer,bent down and, with his head on Simon’s belly, he kissed, licked and thentook the head of Simon’s penis into his mouth. Simon’s eyes widened and hewas at a loss for words as William’s tongue in his moist, hot mouth wasgiving him pleasures beyond measure. Simon stroked William’s hair and told him how wonderful his tonguefelt on his penis. William took as much as he could of Simon’s penis intohis mouth. He was only able to take about three inches, but what he did tothose three inches was about as much as Simon could take without screamingfor mercy. William paused and raised his head to scrutinize Simon’s penis. Hehad tasted something other than hot flesh and wondered what it was. Henoticed a clear liquid oozing from Simon. He touched it and as he pulledhis finger away he saw that there was a string of the fluid between hisfinger tip and Simon’s penis. It snapped free and he rubbed it between hisfinger and thumb and realized that it was not urine, as was his firstthought, but, rather, something slick. Raising to an elbow, he asked Simon, “what’s this stuff?” “It’s stuff that comes out when you do it right. You know how youspit on yours, well, this stuff takes the place of that and makes jackingoff easier,” said Simon. “Oh! Is it the stuff that makes babies?” asked William. “No, that comes out when you finish. I guess you don’t know asmuch as I assumed. Listen, Spike, I’ll tell you when I’m ready to shootthat stuff out and you can move out of the way or you will get a mouthfuland you may not like it,” instructed Simon. “Spike? Why did you call me Spike? I’m William, remember?” saidWilliam. “I called you Spike because that’s what your cute little penis islike – a spike,” Simon said. “Cool, I like that. Spike! I’m Spike,” said William he as againlowered his head to Simon’s belly and returned to sucking Simon. After five minutes, Simon asked William to sit back up and added,”You’re doing great, Spike, but I need to help it a bit and beat it alittle.” With that said he grasped his shaft and did twenty seconds of’eight-to-a-bar’ strokes. He thought about finishing it off, but, at thesame time, he wanted it back in William’s mouth. “Okay, Spike, do it!” hesaid. William again assumed the position and swabbed Simon’s penis withhis tongue. He then scooted off the bed and pushed Simon’s legs apart sohe could attack from a better angle. He closed his mouth over Simon’s rockhard appendage and proceeded to flick his tongue rapidly on its underside.Many times he had heard his father’s instructions to his mother to ‘use youtongue, bitch.’ Simon was there in short order and warned William to back off. Heagain took it in his hand and with just a few stroked he shot volley aftervolley of hot semen. The first shot went over his head. The second hit himin the face and William was amazed as he observed the pearly whiteejaculate oozing from Simon’s eyebrow, down his nose and into his mouth.The rest coated Simon’s chest and tummy. Simon was spent. He threw his arms to the side and tried to stopthe room from spinning. His heart was racing and his breathing was that ofa sprinter at the end of a race. William climbed back to sit in the middle of the bed his sideand he ran a finger through the mysterious fluid on Simon’s chest. Herubbed it between his fingers as he brought it to his nose for a sniff.”It smells like green beans,” he said. “Don’t taste like green beans,” a sated Simon said. He wiped the semen from his lips and chin with one hand as hereached for his shirt to clean his eye with the other. He had swallowedthat portion which entered his mouth and was not repulsed the taste. Heguessed he had produced gallons of the stuff before today, but neverthought of tasting it. He thought it had to be nasty stuff, even though hehad read accounts of men and women that found it delightful. He assumedthat that had to be a fiction and was careful to clean every drop withtissue and dutifully flushed it down the toilet in the past. Now, hethought that it did smell somewhat like green beans, as William had said,and the taste was not all that bad. Maybe he would try it again. William touched his semen coated finger to his tongue and made aface of disgust and said, “Yuck! You’re right, it don’t taste like greenbeans.” As Simon wiped his chest with his shirt, he asked William to bringhim a wet washcloth from the bathroom. He then wiped he face, chest andtummy before running it over his crotch and penis. He also wiped the poolof semen from his bed that had shot over his head. He told William that he had never shot so far before, nor had heshot so much. “It must have been that wonderful tongue of yours thatcaused all this,” he said. William was proud of his ability to please his new friend. He hadnever attempted to put Stephen’s penis in his mouth, although he hadthought of trying it. After all, Momma did it. Now he was pleased withhimself and thought that he might be as good as his Momma in thatdepartment. He again asked Simon to ‘do him’ again. “Let me see what time it is, Spike,” he said as he looked at thebedside clock. “We’ve got at least two hours before our moms come back.Get back between my legs and let’s do it.” “Will you suck mine like I did you?” William asked shyly. “Why not!” Simon replied. Then he told William to lay himself onthe bed with his feet off the edge. He then rubbed the now flaccid fleshdangling between William’s legs and was rewarded with the magicaltransformation of a limp noodle into a firm shaft of pleasure. He againexamined William’s diminutive penis and had to reiterate his earlierobservation. “That is so damned cute,” he said as he ran a finger up anddown its underside. “Thank you, Simon. I think yours is cute too,” saidWilliam. “Stephen told me that mine was different; said that I was a freakof nature and laughed at it. But, that didn’t stop him from playing withit. I’m glad you think it’s cute.” Simon licked the boy’s scrotum and his thighs on either side. Hedid not have to raise it to lick the area beneath as it was drawn so closeto his body like a shriveled prune and not much bigger. He then engulfedthe shaft and ran his tongue over every bit of it. He opened his mouthwider and took the lad’s scrotum into his mouth and still had room tospare. His tongue flicked over the scrotum and was pleased to hear soundsindicating that his method was pleasing William. He thought it somewhat like sucking his thumb, but in this case, itwas more like sucking his pinkie finger. His mouth was filled with saliva and he sloshed it all around hisnew toy as his tongue went up and down its underside. He varied the speedof his tongue to make the act last longer. He was enjoying the giving amuch as William was the receiving. William grasped the bedspread with his fists and shuttered as hetightened his ass cheeks and pushed his crotch against Simon’s face. Guttural sounds, much like one would expect from one on his deathbed, were coming from William in his spasm of ecstasy. Simon threw himself on top of William and looked him in the eye andtold him that that was fun, then he added, “We had better get dressed. I’mnot sure when they will be back, but it would be better to be watchingtelevision or playing computer games when they do. Both dressed in silence and as Simon was lacing a shoe he said,”Listen, Spike, you have to keep what happened just now between us justthat, between us. You can’t tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE! Do youunderstand?” “Sure, it’s our secret game,” said William. “But you told ME about Stephen. Were the games you played with himnot also secret games?” quizzed Simon. William gingerly chewed his lower lip as he bowed his head andrealized the truth in what Simon had said. He should not have told asecret. After a moment of silence, he softly said, “You’re right. I told asecret. I promise I’ll keep our secret games a secret. A secret for everand ever. I’ll never tell anyone, I promise. Cross my heart and hope todie,” he added to clinch the deal. “Okay, Spike, it’s our secret. I trust you. And, you can be surethat I’ll never tell. Let’s go make a sandwich and see what’s ontelevision,” he said as they left the room. Simon took his shirt to thebathroom and rinsed it out in the sink and tossed into the laundry basket.If his mother noticed that he had changed shirts, he would say that he hadspilled something on it. She didn’t need to know what. Maggie and Sarah arrived as the boys were finishing theirsandwiches and informed them that Sarah had found an apartment only sixmiles away and they had arranged for Sarah’s sister in Tampa to hire amover and bring Sarah’s and William’s possessions as well as most of thefurniture to their new home. This was to be done when Sarah’s husband was away on a plannedbusiness trip and would be a surprise when he returned. It would be a weekfrom tomorrow and in that time Sarah and William were going to stay withthem because their new place would not be ready until then. Maggie told Simon that Sarah would sleep on the sofa and Williamcould sleep on a cot in his room. Simon said, “Gosh, Mom, the kid’s such arunt. I think my bed is big enough for both of us.” “Well, it’s a plan,” said Maggie. Sarah said, “William, you are going to like our apartment complex.” William interrupted his mother saying, “Who’s William?” “Who’s William? What do you mean?” she asked. The boy smiled and said, “Were you talking to me? My name is Spike.We left William in Tampa. I’m Spike in Atlanta.” “Okay, Spike, have it your way. You are going to like our newhome. There are lots of kids and a playground next to the pool and yourschool will be two blocks away. On second thought, Spikey, I carried youin my belly for nine-months and almost died when you were born. I namedyou William and, after all I endured in bringing you into this world, youwill remain William, so, there! young man,” said an emphatic Sarah. Maggie & Sarah spent the rest of the afternoon talking of their oldfriends and generally catching up on what had happened since they graduatedhigh school together. After a while, Simon said, “I’ll show Spike. . .uh, I mean, I’llshow William my room and make a space for his stuff. Come on, William.”And the two boys left their mothers. As they started up the stairs, hand in hand, Maggie yelled, “Don’tbe long. Your father will be here any time now. He’s going to take us tovisit Granny and then to dinner at the Hyatt.” Then, to Sarah, she said,”I forgot to tell you that we had plans for the evening. Of course you andWilliam will come with us.” “Gosh, Maggie, I slept two hours this morning after being up allday and night. I think I need to get some sleep before I fall over. Plus,I need to talk to William about how thing are. Y’all go ahead. We’ll befine,” said Sarah. Just then, Simon’s father came home and was informed of thesituation. He was very cordial and made no objections to his householdbeing invaded. He did, however, tell Maggie that he had something that heneeded to do for a friend first. He asked Simon to come with him to helpand they left the others and drove away. Simon asked his father where theywere going and what needed to be done. His father drove several blocks and pulled over to the curb. Simonreached to open his door and his father stopped him and told him that heonly wanted to get some alone-time with him to have a chat. “I don’t understand. What’s the matter?” asked Simon. “Son, do you remember when the lock on your bedroom door broke andI had to replace it?” he asked. “Sure, but . . .” Simon said before being interrupted hisfather. “Son, I’m the one that broke the lock. I wanted a reason toreplace it with one that was more secure without having to explain why,” hesaid. “Why, Dad?” asked a bewildered Simon. “I got the urge to go fishing one morning and thought that youmight like to go with me. So, I opened your door, which you had notlocked, and you were sound asleep gripping your hard dick. You had a pileof tissue next to you and a silly grin on you face,” he informed Simon. Simon was shocked that his father had seen him in such a state. His father continued, “I tripped the lock and closed your door.” “Did you tell Mom?” Simon asked and held his breath for the answer. “No, that’s nothing she needs to know. But, she likely assumes youdo it. All boys and men do it and I think everyone, male or female, knowsthat. Even gals will manually get-off to ease the stress from time totime. Anyhow, remember how I told you that you should lock your door whenyou needed to be alone? I did not want to tell you the reason but, it wasto make sure that your mother did not walk in on you like I did. “Now, let’s get to the point of why I wanted to tell you all thisnow. You will have a guest – a very young guest – sleeping in your bed. Idon’t want you to do anything that might shock him. If you need tojack-off, and I’m sure you will, do it in the bathroom or go out in thewoods to do it. Just don’t do it in your bedroom while William is withyou. Do you understand?” his father asked. “You said that all boys and men do it. Then he must do it too.Don’t you think?” asked Simon. “When did you start doing it?” asked his father. “Let’s see, I was eleven-and-a-half,” said Simon. “I think that’s closer to the time most boys start. You weren’tseven and that’s the point. Seven-year-olds are too young for such stuff.Just remember what I have said. There is a time and place for everything.Don’t rob that kid of his innocence letting him see you jacking yourdick. A very nice dick at that, son; your hard-on is bigger than I wouldhave thought. You’re going to make the girls very happy when that timecomes. Now, again, do you understand what I have said?” he asked. “Sure, Dad, I don’t want to rob young William of his innocence.I’ll be careful,” said a bemused Simon, laughing inwardly at the idea ofyoung William being innocent of anything. “Okay, we have that out of the way. Let’s go pick-up your mother,”said his father as he started the car. Then he added, “And, I want you tosleep in your pajamas while William is here. Dress in the bathroom. Don’teven let him see you in the nude. That dick of yours might give himnightmares.” He reached over and playfully shook Simon the scruff ofhis neck. Later, after their evening out, they returned to find both of theirguests sleeping – dead to the world. Sarah was on the sofa and William wason the floor beside her where he had fallen asleep watching television.They decided to let them sleep as they were. Simon was disappointed but did not show it. All evening he hadanticipated having his penis washed in that ‘innocent’ young mouth ofWilliam’s before going to sleep. “Oh, well,” he thought, “there’s alwaystomorrow.” The family went up to their rooms and Simon dashed into thebathroom, stripped off his clothing and stepped into the shower. Hiserection was begging for attention. He started the shower, grabbed thesoap, worked-up a lather and started stroking his manhood. He closed hiseyes and imagined that William was sucking him. He moaned as he relivedthe moments that William’s tongue had been swirling around the glans of hispenis. Only twelve hours before he would have imagined screwing a sexy tartdraped in Victoria’s Secret garb as he pleasured himself; now, it washaving a blow-job a kid half his age – and, a boy at that. How quicklythings can change in our lives. As he continued to stroke his penis he thought of how often he hadtried to get up the gumption to approach this girl or that and maybe, justmaybe, she would find him charming; which he knew he wasn’t. He did knowthat charming a girl was the first step in having a girlfriend and having agirlfriend was what he had wanted most of all. At that moment waves of pleasure pumped through every fiber of hisbody. He wanted this to never end but, was only too aware that the bestwas yet to come. He increased the speed of his hand and it did not takelong for his juices to roil from his loins and he shot several steams ofejaculate onto the shower wall. His mouth was agape and he was panting inthe afterglow as he milked the last drops of semen from his now deflatingmember. His eyes opened and he focused on his semen on the wall. He usedhis hand to divert the shower’s water to the wall and watched his hot creambeing diluted and sent on its long journey to the sea. He turned off the hot water and let the cold water rinse the soapfrom his groin. He loved to finish his showers with cold water. It wasinvigorating and caused his scrotum to pull his spent balls closer to hisbody. He liked a nice tight package and thought dangling balls were alwaysin the way. When he stepped from the shower he noticed that his pajamas were onthe vanity. He instantly knew that his father must have observed at leasta part of his actions when he placed them there. After their earlier talk,this did not disturb him as it would have before. Ever since he inventedthe act of masturbation (and, at first, he did think it was his inventionand something unique to him,) he knew that he had to keep it to himself. He had attended a closely supervised Christian school and next tonothing was shared between the boys of their budding carnal instincts. Hisparents had limited his access to the Internet and television withblockers. It had only been a little over a year ago when he transferred topublic school that he discovered the facts of life and it both titillatedand scared him. Simon dressed in his pajamas and scurried across the hall to hisbedroom. He tossed the covers back, climbed into bed, and, because of hisrecent exertions, he was asleep almost when his head touched the pillow. His day replayed in his dreams and he again felt William’s tongueon his penis. He moaned and tried to turn on his side but he could notmove. He soon realized that his bladder was asking him to wake-up beforehe wet his bed. He opened his eyes and was half asleep when he realizedthat his dream had been a reality and that William was sitting astride hislegs and sucking him. “Stop! I have to go pee,” he whispered to his companion. Simon glanced at the clock in the bathroom as he relieved hisbloated bladder and saw that it was nearly four o’clock. He washed anddried his penis and, as quietly as possible, he returned to his room,closed the door and locked it; something that he had not done earlier. He turned on the bedside lamp and looked at the smiling child thatwas still where he was when he left the room. “What are you doing here?” he whispered. “I fell asleep on the floor watching television. Momma got up andtripped over me. That woke me up and she told me to come up hear to go tobed,” William whispered back. “Okay, you sleep on that side and I’ll sleep here.” he whispered. Then he asked William whether or not he needed to use the bathroom.William told him that he was fine. Simon told him that, if he did need toin the night, he should be very quiet and to lock the door when hereturned. William asked him to suck him again, but Simon told him that heneeded to get some sleep and that there was always tomorrow. William shucked his shorts and shirt. He wanted to remove hisjockey shorts but he thought he had best leave them on. He pulled back hiscovers and nestled down to obey his host. “Will you kiss me good-night,” William whispered. Simon leaned over and kissed William on the cheek and told him tosleep well. It was not the kiss that William wanted but, he realized that itwas all he was going to get. It was almost nine when Simon opened his eyes again. He hadforgotten that he had a roommate. The events of the previous day and nightcame back to him as he raised his head and observed William, still in justhis jockey shorts, seated at his computer playing a game. Simon was aware of voices coming from downstairs and, with thewafting aroma of cooking bacon, realized that his mother was cookingbreakfast and talking to Sarah. He informed William that the bathroom was free and told him that heshould take a quick shower. William selected some fresh clothing andfollowed Simon to the bathroom. William quickly lost his jockey shorts andpulled at his noodle in anticipation of some game play but Simon onlyhanded him a washcloth and a towel and told him to come down for breakfastas soon as he could. Thus went the first day for young William in Atlanta. The following week William monopolized Simon’s time and seemed tobe always at his side. They played their sex games at every opportunity.Simon thought that he must have produced more semen in that week than thehad is three months. William had turned Simon into a sperm factory. Hewas envious of Simon and could not wait to make his own. On the fourth day of that week, Simon was lost in the rapture ofthe moment as William was tonguing his penis and failed to warn him of hisimpending orgasm. He shot a volley into William’s mouth and stunned hislittle cocksucker. William rapidly pulled away and spit the frothy loadfrom his mouth onto Simon’s chest. At the same time, another blast camefrom Simon’s penis that hit the lad on his cheek. William ran to thebathroom and rinsed his mouth out and wiped the offending juice from hisface. He returned and frowned as he stood cross-armed looking at Simon. “Sorry about that, Spike. I had no idea that it was about tohappen. I’m sorry,” Simon repeated, then added, “It won’t kill you -look.” He then scooped some from the pool on his chest onto his finger andplaced it into his mouth. “Even with your spit mixed with it, it’s not thatbad.” William had already tasted it and made his little scene ofobjection. But, he thought that maybe he had overreacted because he hadnot been expecting it. He stepped forward and took his finger and did asSimon had done. The important thing at this point is that it was William’soption. He did this because he trusted Simon. All cocksuckers are trustingsouls. They have to be. Trust has to be second nature when you placesomeone’s ‘holy of holies’ wholly into your mouth. Thus, cocksuckingshould be reserved for trusted friends and not strangers; that applies tothe sucker as well as to the suckee. Alas, however, lust trumps trust. From that point, William accepted Simon’s load as part of theprocess and had to admit that it was not all bad. Later, he told Simonthat the real reason he swallowed it was to save time in cleaning-upafterwards. A logical reason was a necessity. That night when Simon went to bed, William was waiting and, eventhough he was half asleep, he asked Simon to let him sit astride his chestwith his penis at Simon’s mouth. Simon adjusted his pillow to hold hishead up and proceeded to suckle the tiny morsel before him. William pumpedhis hips back and forth as Simon braced his back with his hands. Williammoaned and Simon stopped and shushed William and admonished him in awhisper that they should not make a sound lest his parents heard. Williamcovered his mouth and guided his spike back to Simon’s mouth. He leanedforward and continued pumping his hips slightly as Simon caressed andmassages William’s bare ass. The actions of each was not practiced but,rather, innate and seemed for all the world to be what one should do at amoment like that. When William reached his dry orgasm he shuddered andwanted to shout for joy but he remembered to be silent. He rolled over tohis place as he whispered a good-night to Simon. He then leaned over andkissed Simon on his cheek. Simon did not want to press the issue but, while he had enjoyedgiving William his best efforts, he was as hard as a rock and needed hisshare of the fun. He did not blame William for not offering to suck him inreturn for he had been sucked five times that day. He waited a few minutesand went to the bathroom to jack one more load for the day. He was socharged from sucking William that it was very quick in coming. He returnedto his room, locked his door, plopped himself down and slept the sleep ofthe dead. When Sarah and William moved into their new apartment, Simon waselated to have his room back to himself. He slept-in the next day andslept through breakfast and lunch. He only left his room for the eveningmeal. The previous week’s secret games had sapped him and he needed torecover his strength. He needed solitude. He needed quiet. He needed toavoid masturbating. He kneading his scrotum and playing with his ballswith one hand, and his other hand pulled it away and smacked it intosubmission. He curled into the fetal position and went back to sleep. The next day he reflected on what had happened with William. Hethought that Stephen was right, William’s penis was a freak of nature. Itwas not all that cute, just odd. The rest of the lad, however, wascuteness personified – from his flaxen hair, his deep blue eyes, hisflawless complexion which was bronzed from the sun over Tampa Bay to thetoes on his feet. (As if toes would be elsewhere but, with that freakishpenis, who would be surprised to find a misplaced toe?) During the next two years, almost every Saturday was a day thatSarah and William would come to visit. Sarah’s divorce was finalized andshe was dating a doctor, whom she planned to marry in June. On thesevisits, while Sarah and Maggie continued their endless reminiscing of timespast, William and Simon would go to Simon’s room to play computer games.Simon had recorded the sounds of his favorite game and, while they playedtheir secret games, anyone outside the locked door would hear a loop ofbings, bangs and booms and the mindless background music which masked theirlustful grunts and groans. When Sarah married the doctor they moved to his home on the otherside of town. In Atlanta, if you are on the other side of town, you may aswell be in another state. Thus, the Saturday visits were fewer and fewer. Their husbands saw more of each other than Sarah and Maggie saw ofeach other. They had a day or golf or fishing every week and sometimestook the boys with them. However, little opportunity was given for secretgames. It seemed that whenever they tried to find a secluded spot, theirfathers would call them back. Every couple of weeks, the families would go to a fine restaurantand dine. Again, the boys never found a time or place to do anything onthese occasions. They did make the most of those few times they found to be aloneand they had long phone conversations during which each would masturbate asthey told each other what they were doing and how it felt. Simon askedWilliam to get a camera for his computer and they could watch each other.William squashed that idea when he told Simon that he was not allowed tohave a computer in his room. It was in the family room for all to see andhe was never home alone. At the same time, much to the pleasure of his parents, Simonstarted dating girls. There was not one special girl in his life – he justdated a few from time to time. As with himself, the girls he dated werenot the most popular or most good looking specimens of humanity. Theywere, however, smart girls. He did not want to waste his time with themindless or the silly ones. He had a good mind and looked for the same inanyone with whom he was to associate – unless they happen to had flaxenhair and a freakishly odd penis. There was nothing romantic about hisearly associations with the distaff side. He knew that his parents assumedhim to be ‘normal’ and did not not want them to know of his secret desirefor secret games. Simon’s sixteenth birthday was on the horizon and his father toldhim that he could get his driver’s license. He spent hours telling him howhe trusted him and knew that he would be a careful driver and what heshould avoid and how he was moving into manhood and on and on and on. He told Simon that, if he proved to him that his trust in him waswell founded, he would buy him a used car as soon as he could. Simon knew that his father’s company had service vans and that hetraded them in every year. He asked him to consider giving him one of thevans instead of a car. A vision of his son mounting a sexy tart draped inVictoria’s Secret garb on a mat in the back of the van as she locked herlegs around him crossed his father’s mind. He shook his head to kill thatthought and asked why he wanted a van. Simon made a case for wanting to be able to carry stuff when heneeded to do so and, most of all, he wanted to be able to use it like acamper when he went fishing. His case was made and the day Simon passed his drivers test hisfather gave him the keys to Fleet No. 443. It was the van with the fewestmiles and had never had a mechanical problem. They took it to a body shopand had the logos removed and the white paint renewed to showroom specs. Simon purchased some magnetized drapery which he could snap inplace to give privacy to the rear of the van at his will. He was planningon renewing his secret games with William and everything seemed to be goinghis way. William was delighted when Simon told him that they would be ableto meet and have the privacy of his van in which to play their secretgames. They arranged for William to ride his bike to a park near his homeand Simon would meet him there. An eager William arrived at the park earlyand was riding his bike around the large parking lot when Simon arrived.Simon parked at the far end of the almost empty lot in the shade of severallarge oaks. Simon sped to the van, leaned his bike against one of thetrees and almost pulled the door from its hinges as he jumped into the van. Both boys just sat and looked at each other for a moment beforeSimon asked, “Well, Spike, how do you like it?” “Gosh, Simon, this is great. Look at all the room back there,” hereplied. Behind the two seats of the van was a grated partition with anaccess door which Simon opened. They scooted into the back of the van andSimon affixed his drapery to the grate as well as over the rear windows.The rear compartment was otherwise windowless. He then opened his laptopcomputer and plugged in what he thought was the best feature of his gameroom. It was a security camera system which he had devised mountingwebcams on each of the sides of a small block of wood. He opened one ofthe rear doors and placed the block on top of the van. He then activatedthe system and they watched as four views of the outside world were shownon the screen. “This is great,” William repeated. “I’ve an order in for motion detectors which will sound off whensomeone is coming too near. Until then, I have it where the computer beepsevery three minutes to remind us to look at the screen,” said a proudSimon. William started to remove his shirt but was stopped when Simonsaid, “Keep your short on, Spike.” This was not meant in the proverbialsense as in telling someone to wait. It was meant as a fact. Simon toldWilliam that they should to be dressed as much as possible in case theyneeded to make a quick retreat. All this was new ground for both and everything had to be plannedto keep from being caught in a compromising situation. Simon rolled outthe two sleeping bags and told William to pull his pants down but just tohis knees. He did the same and they sat next to each other on the sleepingbags. Both had a rigid penis ready for action. They fondled each other asthey observed on one section of the laptop screen a skateboarder headingfor that section of the park reserved for boarders. That seemed to be theonly thing happening. William told Simon that he had a surprise for him and asked him tosuck his penis and that when he told him to stop he should finish him offwith his fingers to see the surprise. “You mean what I think you mean?” Simon asked. “I don’t know what you think I mean but, you will be surprised,” agrinning William said. William reclined and pulled at his scrotum to free it from hiscrotch. This was something that he only recently had to do from time totime since his testicles had become larger and so had the sac whichcontained them. His penis was also longer an inch when erect. Theextra length only made the head seem smaller and all the more freakish.But, even so, Simon reiterated his first assessment and told William howcute his penis was. Simon reached and fondled William’s tiny balls and ran his fingertips down the inside of the boy’s thighs which sent shivers up Williamsspine and caused his boy hormones to surge through his system. Williamasked Simon to continue stroking his thigh because it felt so good. As Simon leaned in to administer his oral skills upon the boy’sstiff shaft his thumb stroked the underside of it and caused it to jump inreflex. He enjoyed seeing the effect of his touch upon the silky flesh. A beep was sounded the computer and both boys turned to view theoutside world. On one quadrant of the screen they could see an elderlycouple walking their dog on a path the circled the park. They would not becoming their way. On another quadrant they saw a mockingbird sitting onthe top of the van but nothing seemed to be beyond which could be a threat.The other quadrants showed no activity other than the trees swaying in thebreeze. Simon did not stop playing with William’s stiffie and, afterviewing the screen, he engulfed it into his hungry mouth. He bobbed hishead and rotated it from side to side as his tongue worked its magic. Hehad become a virtuoso on the skin flute. He would vary his technique asmuch as one could for something so simple but the coda was always the same- orgasmic bliss. He would stop from time to time to catch his breath, look at thescreen, and ask William how he was doing as he continued masturbatinghim. From practice he knew that an occasional manual stimulation wasneeded in almost any blow job when time was a factor. When William gave the word that he was near, Simon raised to anelbow, jacked the moist skin rapidly and viewed two tiny squirts of clearfluid come form William’s penis as he writhed in sublime pleasure. Hecongratulated William and told him that that was a very big surprisebecause he was so young and had not a hair on his groin. He leaned in andlicked the few drops of watery ejaculate from William’s tummy. He rolledhis tongue around his lips, made a smacking sound, and pronounced it to bedelicious, even though it had no discernible taste. He said, “Spike, I guess I should change your name to Squirt now.” “No way man! I like Spike. Momma still won’t let me call myselfSpike. It is only you that calls me that and I kind of like it that way.It’s special and I think of it as part of our secret games,” said William. Simon situated himself where his shoulders were against thewheelwell; which allowed him to watch the screen and view his youngcocksucker only casting his eyes from one to the other. William scootedin between his legs and clasped both hands on Simon’s penis. His fingerswere long enough now to reach around its girth, which pleased Simon becauseit allowed him to be more passive and not have to assist jacking himselfwhen the feeling would fade whatever fraction. William rubbed the glans of Simon’s penis with his thumb andremoved a pubic hair which was ensnared in the fold of skin which was thelast vestige of Simon’s foreskin. As he lowered his head Simon placed onehand upon it and stroked his hair as one would idly stroke a cat in one’slap. He did not try to push William’s head down; it was only a nonverbalway to tell William that he was pleased with what he was doing. When itwas extra great, he would, with the back of his hand, run his fingers downto William’s neck and trail his nails ever so gently from shoulder toshoulder. This had almost the same effect on William as when Simon didthat to his sensitive inner thigh. If he was flaccid, this would cause himto bone-up and take it in one hand and masturbate himself; being carefulnot to divert his attention from his oral obligation to Simon. the time Simon erupted into William’s mouth, both boys weredrenched in sweat. It was not a hot day but, even in the shade of theoaks, the interior of the van was warm. That warmth added to their bodyheat from their physical exertions, however slight, caused them to beuncomfortable. Simon told William that in the future they should wearclothing that was easy to take off and put back on; anything without abelt, buttons or zipper would be fine. They also concurred on thenecessity to leave the van motor running so that the air conditioner couldbe used. They rolled their sleeping bags and, on seeing that the coast wasclear, retrieved the camera block and removed the drapes. Once back in thefront they agreed that this place was where they should meet and, if thepark was too active, they could drive to a more secluded location. They knew that however much they wanted to meet every day that theywould wait as long as they could and call one of the other to arrange atime. This continued for about a year and would have continued longer hadWilliam not queered the queer deal calling Simon one day to tell himthat he wanted to meet Simon after school at the park only on everyThursday. He was evasive when asked the reason for why only Thursday. Thenext thing William said knocked the blocks from under Simon. William toldSimon that he wanted to be given twenty dollars each time they met. “TWENTY DOLLARS!” said a stunned Simon. “That’s a special deal for you, Simon. I charge everyone elsefifty,” William enlightened Simon. “EVERYONE ELSE! What has happened to you? Are you CRAZY?” shoutedSimon. Then he ended the conversation saying, “I’ll be there onThursday, if you want to play. But, I will not charge you anything, norwill I pay you anything.” That said, Simon snapped his phone shut andtried to imagine what had happen to William. He worried about William and wondered how many others and who theywere that paid him fifty dollars for sex. He had assumed that, sinceWilliam was his only sexual outlet, he was William’s one and only. Hethought that he should have told William that he loved him, which deep downhe did not. But, he loved what they did together. He hardly slept thatnight and moped around feeling dejected all the next few days. When Thursday came, he was on pins and needles as he drove to thepark and tried to work out what he would say to William, if and when hecame. He waited in the van listening to the radio as he prayed silentlythat he could fix things with William and talk some sense into his head. He waited until the sun was on the horizon before he gave up hope.He wiped the tears form his eyes and steeled himself as he started the vanand drove home. Had he been of age, he would have gone to a bar anddrowned his sorrows with whiskey. At least now he knew firsthand oneimpetus among the many that could cause one to drink himself into a stupor. He never called William after that and William never called him.He always had other plans when the families went to dinner or the fathershad an outing. He avoided William like the plague. He concentrated on his school work and planned on going to auniversity as far from Atlanta and William as he could. To that end, heresolved that he would have to satisfy himself sexually and would not getinvolved with another William, or Jack, or Jane, for that matter. It was six months later that William disappeared. It was assumedthat he had been kidnapped and killed. In reality, one of his customerswanted him to live with him in California and he went with him. That flaxen-haired teenager sitting in the mall in Paso Robles,gazing at your crotch as you walk , may be, just may be, William. Or, hecould be the one that swallows in Capistrano. You will know for sure, ifhis penis is freakish.——————————————————–Simon, I hope I did not take too many liberties with your story. And,don’t ask again!! I’m back to work on projects for filthy lucre and notfilthy minds.
NookieStar presents: Shy Boy (b/t, b/b Mast, Oral, Anal)NOTE: This story is a combination of truth and fiction. Some of theseevents happened, others did not. Those that actually happened havebeen embellished. Though I am no longer a teen, I will never forgethow I thought and felt when I was. All names have been changed, otherthan my own.Shy Boy (b/t, b/b Mast, Oral, Anal) Bill Hi. My name is Bill and I’m a 16-year-old high school sophomore. I’m gay. (I think.) Maybe I’m kind of young to decide this, but I’ve been analyzing my life and my personality – and reading the stories on ASSGM and the NookieStar Archive – and I’m pretty well convinced. In coming to understand my sexual orientation, I’ve tried to analyze how I got to be the way I am – both sexually and personality-wise – so I decided to just write it down. I guess this is sort of my “self-therapy” project. Like the title says, I was a “shy boy”. Still am, but to a lesser extent. Back when I was 12, I was REALLY shy. Not pathologically so, mind you, just a complete loner. Want to know why? Well, I’ll tell you anyway. Ready? (Deep breath) I was a bed wetter until I was 11 years old. “Big deal” most of you are saying. But I bet there are at least a few of you out there who went through the same thing. Think about it. I could never accept an invitation to go to a sleep-over at another kid’s house. I could never go on an overnight camping trip or to summer camp. In order not to be invited to spend the night at another kid’s house, I felt that I couldn’t afford to make any close friends. Because my room always had a slight urine smell, I would never invite anyone into it. I made an art out of being a loner and actively discouraged people from getting to be my friend. My parents and older brother never shamed me about it, but I carried around such a burden of self-imposed shame that I still feel its weight. Not only did I not want any of my peers to discover my embarrassing secret, I think I subconsciously considered myself unworthy of being someone’s friend. But this story isn’t a “water sports” thing. I don’t get off on that sort of thing. It’s about my experiences with other boys; of being used some; and of finally being rescued the love of one special person. When I was 11, near the end of 5th grade, I had my last “accident” and have never wet the bed since. I guess this should have made me break out of my shell of solitude, but it didn’t. It was too well-ingrained. Understand, I’m not unattractive (and these days, I’ve got a pretty buffed body), and I’m reasonably smart; I’ve even got a decent sense of humor. So the fact that Ihad essentially no friends was basically the result of my self-image and the way I’d push people away. Starting the 6th grade – the first year of middle school – I had an opportunity to get a fresh start, but of course I didn’t. My personality was too well-entrenched. Well, now we get to the sexual part of my story. The early part of my puberty started when I was 11. Maybe even before I stopped wetting the bed. I was really naive about sex. My parents told me practically nothing, and I didn’t even having the benefit of sharing misinformation with friends. But I knew that my balls were hanging lower, and I knew how good it felt to hold my little dick and feel it rise to a “stiffy”. But that spring, something dramatic happened that I will never forget. It was April of my 6th grade year, and I had turned 12 back in January. I found myself in the boys’ restroom standing next to a “skateboard punk” from the 7th grade. His name was Nick, and he was a full head taller than me. Ever since I got to middle school, I’d gotten into the habit of checking out other kids’ dicks when I peed. My curiosity in this regard usually increased if the kid at the next urinal was a 7th or 8th grader. Standing next to Nick, my eyeballs shifted over to scope out his equipment, and I was instantly mesmerized what had to be the largest soft dick I had ever seem on a middle school boy. Visualizing it now, it must have been at least5 inches. Apparently, it became obvious to Nick that I was staring, because when he was shaking off the last few drops he turned his body toward me slightly. Then he started lightly stroking his thick hose with his fingers, filling it out to a half-hard 6inches. When I finally pulled my eyes away from his dick, I saw that he was looking right at my face. “Pretty big, huh?” he said. “Yeah!” “You like the way it looks?” “Sure!” “Want to touch it?” I blushed. “Uhhh… Sure!” “Go ahead. Touch it.” I reached over with my left hand and wrapped my fingers around the snake sticking out of his pants. It pulsed with erotic power and hardened even more to a stiff 7inches within just a few seconds of my hand touching it. I still hadn’t let go of my own dick with my right hand, and it was now stiff too – all 3-1/2 inches of it. Just then the door opened, around a corner from the urinals, and we both turned instantly back to “peeing position”. In 10 more seconds Nick zipped up and walked out of the restroom. That night, as I lay in bed, I put my hands inside my pajama pants, cupping my balls and caressing my penis, as I did every night. Visions of Nick’s impressive cock floated through my brain. I fantasized about feeling it again, and my own penis got hard a lot faster than usual. I didn’t yet know what I could do with my erection, but it felt good just to hold it in my hand and run my fingers along it. The next day, as kids spread out across the athletic fields, milling around during the free time after lunch, I heard my name being called. It was Nick and three of his friends in a far corner of the field next to a fence. I wondered what the 7th graders would want with a shy 6th grader like me, but I was flattered that they even knew my name. When I got over there, Nick said “Hey Billy; remember me?” “Sure. How ya doin’?” and I gave them a shy smile. “I was just telling the guys about yesterday. I told them you liked what you saw so much you would probably want to give me a blow job.” I had no idea what a blow job was, but I didn’t much care the sound of this. I said “Uh, I don’t know.” “Come on. Wouldn’t you like to have my boner in your mouth?” His friends all laughed. I was still in a mental fog because I didn’t know the word “boner”; to me it was a penis, a wiener, or a stiffy. I just kept quiet. “How `bout you get down on your knees and blow me?” and he pushed down on my shoulders with his strong hands. As I was forced to my knees, my heart was racing, but I still said nothing. Nick took his hands off my shoulders and opened his baggy pants, bringing his long soft cock out of the front of his boxers. I started to get up, but the other three boys were crowding around me and held me down with their hands on my shoulders and neck. Their bodies also shielded the activity from view. “Come on, faggot. Suck my cock. You know you want to.” My blushing face was only inches from the boy’s dangling penis, and I stared at it. The boy with his hand on my neck squeezed it and pushed my head so that my mouth was now millimeters away from the cock. Between the pain of the neck-hold and my humiliation, I started to quietly cry. If I’d had any sense, I realized later, I would have said “fuck you, asshole; you’re the faggot” and that would have ended it. But it seemed like I was hypnotized the sight of his oversized cock. The realization flashed through my brain that maybe I actually DID want to take his cock into my mouth. But not here; not like this. Finally struggling against the hands holding me, I managed to get to my feet, still surrounded four bigger boys. As Nick stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped up, he said “Hey, look guys; the faggot really did want to suck me! Check out his boner!” and he goosed the tented crotch of my khakis. Sure enough, my 3-1/2 inch erection was pointing straight out, betraying my arousal. The other boys also roughly grabbed at the front of my pants before letting me run away, their laughter ringing in my ears. I thought that would be the end of it, but I was sadly mistaken. Word traveled rapidly through the school that I was gay and had wanted to suck Nick’s cock. My denials weren’t convincing, even to myself. For several weeks, I was taunted on almost a daily basis with “fag”, “queer”, “cocksucker”. Boys in the restroom would wiggle their cocks at me, saying essentially the same thing that Nick had: “Suck it, faggot. You know you want to.” Girls would whisper to each other and giggle as they walked me in the hall. Even after most kids grew tired of the game, a few – especially Nick and his buddies – kept up the harassment. My parents knew I was miserable at school. They knew I was being picked on, but I never told them the details. The thought of being teased made me hate to get up in the morning on school days. Sometimes I would feign illness and stay home in bed all day while my parents went to work. My bed was a refuge from an unfriendly world, and I could always reach down and play with my penis to instantly improve my outlook on life. But the taunts sometimes invaded my brain even at these times of self-pleasuring. For some reason, the words of my tormenters and the visualization of their exposed dicks seemed to enhance the sexual pleasure my hands were producing. Sometimes I resisted this strange betrayal my brain and body. But I’ll never forget the first time I just let it flow, this combination ofhumiliation and pleasure. My pajama pants were around my knees and the covers were pushed back. Lying there in bed, I rubbed my stiffy as the words pounded through my brain… “come on faggot”…. Erotic feelings built up within me as I envisioned myself on my knees in the middle of the boys’ restroom with Nick and his 7th grade buddies surrounding me… “suck my cock”…. They all had their pants open and were stroking their hard cocks… “you know you want to”…. As my right hand rubbed up and down, my fantasy-self took a boy’s erection into my mouth. I stuck my left thumb in my mouth to see what it felt like and ran my tongue all around it as I sealed my lips and sucked. In my fantasy, I switched to another boy, and then another. One after the other, I took their boners into my mouth. I didn’t know yet about ejaculation, so that wasn’t part of my fantasy. Just licking and sucking as the older boys verbally abused me. My fingers were flying up and down on my 3-1/2 inch stiffy, and suddenly my body went rigid, wracked the incredible sensation of a dry orgasm. Afterward, I lay there totally drained but blissfully satisfied. From then on, I lived for my nightly masturbation. I worked on my technique, trying different hand motions, and running different erotic scenarios through my brain. I even tried sucking on things that I could fantasize were boy-cocks. (My favorite was a raw hot dog. After my orgasm, I ate the evidence Although my masturbation fantasies often involved eroticized thoughts of humiliation at the hands of older boys, I continued to dread the real-life harassment. When my parents told me we would be moving to a new neighborhood that summer, far from our old one, I was overjoyed. I’d get *another* fresh start in a new school. I wouldn’t be “Billy the faggot” anymore. I would even change my nickname; I could just be “Bill the new kid”. That summer, I kept to myself pretty much (as usual), helping my parents get ready to sell the old house and then helping with the move to the new place. It was a really nice neighborhood. We had a big ranch house on more than one acre. Some of the houses had even bigger yards, and the one’s across the street had woods out the back. I met a few of the kids in the neighborhood, but my “loner” personality made it almost inevitable that I didn’t make any real friends. One kid I hadn’t yet met – the older boy who lived directly across the street – had a strange effect on me. You might say I had a “crush” on him. Kevin was almost 14 (but looked older) and was entering 9th grade in September. He was incredibly handsome and well-built, his tanned torso and arms showing the results of weight training. I would look through the window of my house, watching him shoot baskets at the net in his large driveway. He would always wear just shorts, and I marveled at his sexy hairless chest and hard abs. I even visualized him in my fantasies when I jacked off, but I fantasized him as being loving rather than mean – a hero to take me away from my loneliness. Oh, I forgot to mention that I had started to shoot cum that summer, and in the 5 months since that first dry orgasm, my boner had grown to 4-1/2 inches with a low-hanging ballsack. Not bad for 12 years old! When school started, I was sent to a private boys’ school. My parents had the money, and they figured I was less likely to get picked on bullies. I kept my usual low profile and things were more-or-less ok. Kevin attended the local public high school, and I continued to watch him from a distance. It was obvious that he was very popular. He often had other kids, boys and girls, over to his house after school and on the weekends. One girl in particular rode her bike over a lot, and I saw them making out right in front of the house a few times. One afternoon in late September, I was riding my bike around in circles in front of my house, watching Kevin shoot hoops. “Hey!” he called out. “You’re Billy, right?” “Yeah. Bill, actually.” (My parents still called me Billy; he must have picked it up that way.) “Wanna shoot some baskets?” “Yeah!” We played basketball for a while and then he said “wanna check out my treehouse?” Of course I did, and we ventured into the woods in back of his house. There, up 15 feet, was an impressive treehouse with a roof, windows, and a rope ladder. When we climbed up, I found that it had a carpeted floor and cushions to lean back against. Kevin pulled up the ladder, giving us complete privacy. “Ever seen a porn magazine?” he asked “Uhh, no… how `bout you?” He pointed over to a metal ammo box; the kind you get at a surplus story. It was literally bolted to the floor! Turning the combination lock that held it closed, he opened it and produced a small stack of magazines: Penthouse, Hustler, and a couple of actual hard-core hetero magazines. “Help yourself.” WOW! I had never seen anything like this. Especially the hard core stuff. Guys getting sucked or jacked off; guys sticking their hard cocks into naked women! We spent several minutes looking at them before he spoke again. “My dick always gets real hard when I look at this stuff” he said. “How `bout yours?” He’d have to be blind not to see I was hard as a rock, and I just looked over at him and grinned, seeing how the front of his pants also stuck out. “You ever jack off?” Oh God! Was this some sort of trap? Should I admit my secret vice? I nodded my head slightly. “You don’t have to be shy about it. I do it every day myself. Wanna do now… together?” Did I ever! “Yeah! That would be cool!” He pulled off his pants and his underwear. I was just a half-step behind him, still not 100% sure if he would say he was just testing to see if I was a faggot. But there he was, sitting across from me with a 6-inch boner that had a patch of pubic hair above it. It was… beautiful, just like the rest of his body. He immediately started stroking as he resumed looking at his magazine. I was stroking my 4-1/2 incher, but I couldn’t decide what to pay attention to: the magazine or Kevin. I ended up mostly with Kevin. After a few minutes me was looking at me jack just as closely as I was looking at him, smiling as he looked over at my hairless cock. As he got closer to orgasm, he got vocal. “Oh yeah. Here it cums. Yeah. Oh shit!” I speeded up so we could cum at the same time, and when he shot his load of spunk onto his chest and belly I was right behind him, shooting my smaller load. After catching our breath and cleaning up, we got our pants back on and talked for a while. He told me about himself and what it was like in high school. He also told me all about his hot girlfriend named Stacy. We climbed down, and as we walked out of the woods he said “That was cool Billy. Let’s do it again sometime. I’ll let you know.” I didn’t correct him about my name. If he wanted to call me Billy, that was fine with me. A few days later, Kevin called and asked if I wanted to play. He said to meet him at the treehouse. When I got to the top of the rope ladder, he was already taking off his pants. “I’m really horny. Wanna feel each other up?” he asked, getting right to the point. “Sure!” When I removed my pants and undershorts, he briefly stroked my boner and toyed with the nuts in my loose ballsack. “Now you feel me.” And he lay on his back with his head propped against a cushion as I reached out to feel his near-adult-sized erection. “Ah, that’s good. How `bout if you keep going and jack me off all the way? Yeah; that’s good. Hold on. Let me get some lube…. Yeah! Ooooh, yeah! That’s REAL good!” And as I jacked his slippery cock and played with his balls, he closed his eyes and smiled blissfully. Every so often, he would tell me to speed up or slow down; to stroke harder or softer. It was tremendously exciting to give him this pleasure, and my own cock stood up hard as I worked. When he finally orgasmed, spurt after spurt of hot cum shot up onto him. As I mopped up the spunk with kleenexes, Kevin praised my skills. Then he said “Now jack yourself. I want to watch you get off.” I was a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to jack me himself, but it quickly passed. I put on a show for Kevin and tried to make it look as sexy as I could. When my orgasm came, I glowed with pure pleasure. We parted after only about 20 minutes, but I was walking on cloud. I waited for several days before Kevin called again. I came close to calling him or going over, but thought Kevin might not want me to. I saw him hanging out with boys his own age and probably older, and also with Stacy, and I felt jealous. When he finally called, I practically ran over to his house. This time we went to his room, since his parents were out. He sat on his bed and said “Thanks for coming over, Billy. I’ve been spending a lot of time with Stacy and it was really getting me horny. She such a cock-teaser you wouldn’t believe it. Yesterday I had her up in the treehouse and we were making out like crazy. I was feeling her up through her shirt, and then I got her shirt and bra totally off and was playing with her bare tits! God; it was awesome! I could tell she was really turned on, so I put her hand on my crotch so she could feel my boner through my pants. I’m sure she liked it, but when I asked her to take out my cock and jack me off, she got all mad and went home! Shit! I was so close…. But I know you won’t let me down, will you Billy?” “No, Kevin. You can count on me.” Not that I had any idea what he was asking me or I was agreeing to. “Stacy’s tits are so incredible. One of the girls in my porn magazine has tits just like hers. Wanna see it?” And he reached into the beside table and drew out a hard core magazine that showed pictures of a young woman with firm small tits, kneeing in front of a man with a large cock, sucking him as she looked up into his eyes with a sultry expression on her face. “Would you do that for me, Billy? Would you suck me?” My heart started beating rapidly, thumping in my chest. I’d fantasized about sucking him for weeks. You bet I would! (“Come on faggot….”) “Sure, Kevin. I’ll do it.” I had a little trouble getting the words out; my throat was tight with swirling emotions. I knew, though, that I wanted to finally live out this fantasy. “I knew I could count on you, Billy; you’re great!” And he quickly shucked off his pants and boxers, sitting back down on his bed. “Get on your knees, just like in the pictures.” My mind was reeling as I knelt down and inched my mouth closer to Kevin’s well-proportioned circumcised erection. (“Come on faggot. You know you want it.”) I took the top of Kevin’s boner into my mouth and ran my tongue all around his cockhead. It was WAY more exciting than doing this to a hot dog, and after all that fantasizing about how I would give sexual pleasure to a boy once I finally had a real cock in my mouth, I was actually pretty damn good. As my wet lips moved up and down Kevin’s straining boner, he moaned with pleasure, holding the porn magazine in one hand and running the other through my hair. I looked up at him, just like the girl in the pictures, and was incredibly turned on the look of bliss on his face. The longer I went, the more excited he got. “Oh yeah! Yeah, ba. Suck it! Oooow, yeah, ba, like that! Oh, God!” I could feel his body tensing and his balls drawing up in a tight sack. I increased my oral pleasuring, sucking hard on his cock as my tongue danced all around his cockhead, then alternating with a fast up and down stroking of my lips. “Yeah! Yeah! I’m gonna cum! Yeah, ba, keep going! Uhh! Uhh! Uhhhh!! Oh SHIT!” As I sucked, shots of cum pulsed from his cock, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a bit at first, but then blocked the shooting cum with my tongue and let it collect in my mouth. I swallowed, savoring the taste (which was much like my own). Kevin finally pulled my head away and said “That was GREAT, Billy! You’re terrific!….” “Ya know…. I’d like to stay with you for a while, but I gotta meet Stacy at Burger King in about 20 minutes, so… can we get together later? Maybe tomorrow?” “Sure, Kevin.” I went home and straight to my room, pulling off my pants in a frantic rush to start jacking off. Any fleeting thoughts I might have had about how Kevin was “using” me melted in the shattering ecstacy of my powerful orgasm. For the next couple weeks, I was sucking Kevin almost every day – sometimes twice. We’d meet after school, or in the evening, or even late at night with him knocking softly on my bedroom window. Several times I climbed out my window in the dead of night to “service” my handsome neighbor, hidden the shrubbery at the back of our property. Never once did Kevin suck me. Sometimes he wanted to watch me jack myself off before I gave him a blow job, but other timeshe just left me hot and horny. He was gentle with me, but demanding, telling me to take his cock all the way into my throat. It was difficult at first, but after a while, I was a pro at deep-throating him, swallowing his twitching boner down until his curly pubic hair tickled my nose. Then, one afternoon in mid-October, Kevin and I were in the treehouse and he was looking at his porn magazines (as he often did before I sucked him), and he said “Billy, if I asked you to do something, you’d trust me and you’d do it. Right?” “Well… yeah.” “You know how I’ve been telling you how much I want to fuck Stacy, right? Well… could I put my cock in your ass and make love to you?” Oh, God. `Make love.’ He didn’t need to ask twice. “I’ll do anything you ask me to, Kevin.” I was so in love with him (or at least as much as a thoroughly confused 12-year-old boy can be) that I’d have jumped out of the treehouse if he’d asked me to. Again, the porn magazines were his guide. He showed me a new acquisition that had a guy fucking a woman in the ass (and pussy, and mouth, and between her basketball-sized tits). I got on my hands and knees, naked, with my head and chest on a cushion. Kevin lubed his boner and stuck a lubed finger into my tight ass. I immediately clamped down on my anal muscle. “Billy, you gotta relax a little. Don’t you ever put your finger in there when you jack?” “Huh uh.” “Well, I read this thing that said if the person getting fucked in the ass pushes out like they’re taking a dump, it feels real good when the cock slides in.” As he probed my ass with his finger, I experimented with trying to hold the muscle open. It felt strange but good to have Kevin finger-fucking my bottom hole. I should be thankful that Kevin’s cock was not particularly thick, but when he knelt behind me and started to push his rigid cock into me… Yow! A burning pain shot through my ass, and I stifled a scream. Kevin had the decency to take it slow, but there was no way he was going to stop – not that I would have asked him to. My tee shirt was close at hand, and I stuffed it in my mouth and clamped my teeth down on it. Kevin was soon fucking me with long stokes, all the while telling me how good it felt, how tight I was, how great I was doing. After a few in-and-outs, the initial pain had waned, replaced a throbbing fullness. His hands were all over me, feeling my ass, my back, my shoulders, wrapping around my chest, fondling my soft cock. Soon I was hard and he was jacking me, I felt … well not exactly pleasure, but maybe a 3 on a scale of 10 (way up from a zero). Kevin was so primed, and I was so tight, that he only lasted about 2 minutes before cumming in streams inside my rectum. He pulled us over on our sides, his throbbing cock still buried in my ass, and quickly jacked my cock to orgasm with his lubed hand. That was a first! He’d never jacked me off before (no one else had either, except me), and I was as grateful as a puppy. And my puppy-love continued to warm my heart, even as Kevin rushed me along home only a few minutes after we finished.Shy Boy Part 02 (b/t, b/b Mast, Oral, Anal) Bill Kevin was now as anxious to fuck me every day as he had previously been to get blow jobs. Actually, he often had he suck him for a while before he took me up the ass. I was getting rug burns on my knees from getting so much action on the floor of his treehouse. Fortunately, the pain I had experienced that first time was now gone, and I started to savor the unique feelings of being fucked. I got the biggest thrill, however, out of knowing that I was pleasing Kevin. He told me that he really liked it when I “talked dirty” and suggested things he’d like to hear. As I reflect on it now, I probably sounded as insincere as a whore or a porn actor, but at the time I almost meant it when I told him “Oh, Kevin, fuck me hard! I love your big cock fucking my pussy! Give it to me!” (He had this thing about calling my ass a “pussy”, and he always called me “ba” when he was in the throes of orgasm.) One time, he had me lie on my back when we fucked, my legs pulled back to my chest. I really enjoyed watching him, his muscles flexing, the look of sexual pleasure on his face, the sight of his long cock slipping into my body. But Kevin preferred me to be on my knees. (I reflected later that he could more easily pretend he was fucking Stacy.) I occasionally reflected on the one-way nature of our relationship. But I rationalized that he was older, far cooler, much better looking… and I was an insignificant dweeb who was getting much more out of this relationship than I deserved. Then came his invitation to come to his sleep-over to celebrate his 14th birthday. He told me that a few of his buddies would be there and he wanted me to finally meet them. “I’d really like you to be there” he said. “We may even do some sex games. It’ll be really fun.” My parents thought I was too young for a bunch of 9th graders, but I pleaded with them. “I’ve NEVER been to a sleep-over in my life! Kevin’s my only friend in the world. Please? PLEASE?” They relented, and on Friday night, I lugged a sleeping bag and a duffle with pajamas, clean clothes, and a toothbrush across the street. When Kevin met me at the door, he said that his parents were gone for the weekend and we’d have a REALLY great time. We went down to his basement rec room, and there were four of his high school friends, all jocks like Kevin, sitting around looking at his porn magazines and sipping on cans of beer as rock music blared. As I came into the room, I heard comments like “nice”, “this’ll be good”, and “yeah, I’m gettin’ hard just thinkin’ about it”. Kevin introduced me to all the guys, and one of them said “Kev, I gotta admit you have good taste. Let’s get started. How `bout if Little Billy strips down and shows us what he’s got?” I must have looked as uncomfortable as I felt, because Kevin whispered to me “I’ll be fine, Billy. Just do what I ask you to, and we’ll have a lot of fun, ok? Since you’re the youngest, you need to be the first one to get naked. It’s the way we always do it when we do sex stuff.” One of the guys put a new CD on the stereo, and it started blaring old disco music. “Do a strip tease dance” he shouted. I looked over at Kevin, and he gave me non-verbal encouragement to go ahead. To the tune of Donna Summer asking for “some hot stuff, ba, tonight” I started dancing (about as well as any other 12-year-old white kid could) and slowly removing my clothes. The guys were cheering me on, and I was actually starting to enjoy it. I was thinking how cool it would be when it was their turn, and I got to watch the older guys do a strip-tease. the time I was down to just my white jockey shorts, I was feeling the eroticism in the air as the 14 and 15-year-olds, seated around the room, shouted their encouragement. Rod Stewart warbled “Doooo you want my body…”, and I was teasing them pulling down the elastic waistband to show some ass, then the front to show part of my cock, then some more ass. The boys were really whistling and applauding when I was finally nude and prancing around to the strains of “That’s the way (uh huh, uh huh) I like it…”. My head was spinning with adrenalin, excitement, some residual embarrassment, and a lot of arousal as my 4-1/2 inch boner bounced against my belly and my ballsack flopped around beneath. As I danced in front of Kevin, he told me to put my hands behind my head and grind my hips around. That got such a good reaction that I went from one boy to the next, thrusting my pelvis at them as they reached out to touch me, sometimes standing up briefly to dance with me and rub their crotches against my boner. Then one of Kevin’s friends grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap and started running his hands over my naked body, concentrating on my straining cock. “You’re HOT, kid. We’re gonna have a party to remember.” Then another boy pulled me away and onto his lap. A third friend said “I’m ready to get serious; let’s get down to it. Kevin… you go first. We need to see if what you told us is true.” Kevin said “I hear ya guys. Billy, get down on the floor so I can fuck you.” His words startled me. We were going to fuck in front of these other guys? Doing the nude dancing was fun, but making love was so… private. “Come on, Billy; you know you want to.” The blaring music suddenly sounded more distant as I looked at Kevin removing his pants, then looked over at the leering faces of his friends. I swallowed hard. Yes; I would do this for Kevin to prove my love. I positioned myself as Kevin lubed his cock. As he eased into me, I heard the teenagers saying “Awesome!” “He’s really doing it! “Yeah, inFUCKINGcredible!” “I get dibs on next.” “How `bout we do each end?” “Talk to me, Billy. Tell me the stuff you always say.” It was difficult to get the words out; my throat was tight; but I did it. “Fuck me, Kevin. Shove it in hard. I love the way you fuck my pussy.” Just then, one of the teenagers knelt down in front of me. His pants and boxers were around his knees, and his cock was a stiff 6-inch prong. “Suck me off, boy. Kevin told us how good you are with your mouth.” I looked back over my shoulder at Kevin, who was getting into the rhythm of his fuck-stroke. “Do both of us together” he said breathlessly. “I don’t mind.” When my pained expression didn’t seem to register with Kevin, I resigned myself to doing what he wanted. I straightened my arms to raise my upper body off the floor and brought my mouth down on his friend’s erection, taking him as deep as I could. As Kevin plowed my ass with quickening strokes, the other boy held my head in his hands and controlled the depth and speed of the blow job. I felt like I was in a dream…. No, I felt like I was in one of my masturbation fantasies with the 7th grade bullies from middle school. The words being shouted all around me even had a similar ring: “Look at that little faggot. He’s sucking cock and getting fucked at the same time.” “Come on faggot; suck faster; make him cum.” Kevin was in his final thrusts before cumming, and I was sucking as fast and as good as I knew how so that it would be over. But when I felt the throbbing of Kevin’s cock spurting cum into my rectum, and felt him pulling out, he was replaced immediately the unfamiliar feeling of one of the other boys’ cocks. Again my eyes searched for Kevin’s. Did he want me to do this? Did I want to do this? He was sitting in a chair beside me, gulping a beer. He had a big satisfied smile on his face and he looked over at me as a teenager whose name I had forgotten sunk 6 inches of hot meat into my stretched asshole. Kevin’s only words were “You’re going great, Billy. You’re fantastic.” OK; I’d do it. I was doing it for Kevin. I worked feverishly to bring the cock in my mouth to a quick orgasm. And in another minute, I was tasting the hot spunk of a virtual stranger. I swallowed the big load of cum, all the while being fucked with the rushed piston-strokes of a nearly anonymous 14 or 15-year-old. I knew there were only two boys left to service and, not surprisingly, a hard cock was in my face almost as soon as the other pulled away. As I worked with my mouth, I was almost oblivious to the fact that the boy fucking me was pounding his way to a quick cum. I felt him pull out, only to feel the last boy push in, his cock longer and thicker than Kevin’s or the last boy’s. I again concentrated on sucking. I gave the boy kneeling in front of me the full treatment, deep-throating him as he fucked my face, and I soon had him moaning with lust. Just about the time I felt the cock in my ass go into overdrive and shoot its load, I sucked six blasts of cum into my mouth. FINISHED! As distasteful as it had been to be the object of a gang bang, at least it was done. I’d tell Kevin later that I’d never do this for his friends again. Itwas HIM that I loved (though I’d never spoken the “L word” to him). Exhausted, I sat back on my feet, cum dripping down my chin and out of my bottom hole. But as I slowly tuned in on the conversation around me, I was shocked. “Lets look at the porn mags some more, and when we get hard again we can get back to the slut.” “Yeah; I bet I’m good for at least five cums morning.” Jesus! Were they serious? Just then the doorbell rang, and when Kevin returned to the rec room there were four more boys with him, carrying 6-packs of beer. “Sorry we’re late, guys. Shit; you started on the pussy-boy without us.” This was too much for even a total wimp like me to take. I had to get out. I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom to get dressed, leaving my sleeping bag and duffle behind. Kevin ran after me, saying “Billy! Don’t embarrass me in front of my friends like this. I told them you loved to have sex. You do, don’t you?” “I can’t, Kevin!” I said close to tears. “I gotta go home. I can’t do it anymore!” When I had dressed, I found my way to the front door. As I stood out on Kevin’s front yard in the crisp October air, his door opened and he tossed out the rest of my things. “It’s over between you and me. I don’t need a little faggot like you messing up my life.” I retreated to farthest edge of my back yard and unrolled my sleeping bag. I stayed there all night, awash in humiliation, pain, and heart-ache. In the morning, I felt better. I entered my house as if I’d spent the night at Kevin’s. My mom asked how it went, and I said “you were right. They’re kind of old for me.” But for some masochistic reason, I was still in love with Kevin. As much as he had used me, he was the closest thing I had to a friend, and his sexual exploitation was the closest I’d come to love. The next time I saw him, I started to apologize, to say I loved him but I couldn’t do his friends like that. He cut me off. “Get lost, faggot. I never want to see you again. You’re pathetic.” Despite my bitter heartbreak, I was determined to push on with my life, depressing though it was. I busied myself with school work. G***** Prep School for Boys was a lot more academically demanding than public school. I was in the first year of Upper School (they call 7th grade “First Form” – copying some British thing, I think.). Most kids in the class were coming from the Lower School, but a fair number were new like me. A top student at public school, I was only average here. The school also *really* pushes participation in sports, so I decided to go out for the 7th and 8th grade wrestling team. My brother, who is four years older than me (and not at all “close”) had done some wrestling, and I had learned some moves from him. On the first day of practice, we were told to choose a partner about the same size as us. A guy named Eric, who was in a number of my classes, asked if I would be his partner, and I quickly agreed. Trying out the moves we were being taught, it quickly became apparent that Eric and I were among the best 7th graders in the group. We were even asked the coach to demonstrate some moves for the whole team. About wrestling: yeah, it’s got a sexual element. You’re rolling on the floor with your arms around another guy, your bodies entwined. But it’s so much more than that. It’s the adrenaline-rush of competition, reflexes against reflexes; responding to the opponent’s moves with your intuition and countering with moves of your own. In an actual match, any thought of sex is completely subsumed combat. But in practices, you are often holding another boy’s body without the need for total concentration and exertion. Your crotch is often pushing against the guy’s ass, and your hand can legitimately be on his inner thigh or even right on his crotch. Yes; it’s erotic. And I liked the feeling of Eric’s body. I liked Eric as a person, too. Could I finally be making a friend? A REAL friend? After practice, we were all supposed to take a shower. Eric said he’d take a pass and got dressed, as did a couple of other 7th graders. When you just took regular PE, you didn’t shower; only when you went out for a team (ditto wearing a jockstrap ;-). These guys, like me, had never been in a communal shower before. They were scared. As for me, I may have been shy, but for this I was psyched. As I went with just a towel to the large shower room, I was hyper-aware of the naked bodies around me. I stood under the hot water, and my eyes darted around the parade of boy-cocks. There were guys with prepubescent dicks and balls; boys just on the cusp of puberty; guys pretty well along, but hairless (like me) or with just a few wisps; and the developed ones with larger dicks and healthy crops of pubic hair. I tried to be as un-obvious as I could in my looking, but I noticed that other boys were looking too. Then my mind started formulating a scenario: I was on my knees in the shower room; boys were crowding around me, their cocks rising to erection; I was sucking them off. Then… STOP!! I told my brain to forget about it. I was through with being a pussy-boy, so I might as well stop these God damn fantasies. I quickly finished up and got my towel and went to my locker to get dressed. There were still a couple classes left in the school day, and I had a chance to talk to Eric again. I found out he lived only 2 miles away from my house. Cool. All that week, we were partners in wrestling practice. And we talked during lunch and between classes too. He even called me on the phone one night to talk, ostensibly about assignments. And the next night, I called him! (A first for me.) When Friday came, he asked if I could come over to his house on Saturday, and I instantly agreed. I rode my bike over, and we played video games, played outside, rode our bikes, and generally had a great time. This is what I’d been missing my entire life. I called him Sunday after I got home from church and asked if he could come to my house. He said yes! We spent the day much like the previous one, riding bikes, exploring the woods, playing catch with a football, talking about school, about wrestling. I showed him my room, and briefly thought about whether the NookieStar presents of sex would (or should) come up. If he asked me, I would jump at the chance. (Shy boys are like that.) But he made no mention of anything sexual, and I didn’t want to lose him showing that I was a fag. That night in bed, as my pajama pants came down to my knees and my hands started to seduce my cock, my brain went through an inventory of my off-the-shelf sexual fantasies, most of which involved my submission to a dominant boy… or several boys. No; time for a new one: Eric and I, walking in the woods, holding hands. We stop in a grassy meadow and face each other, and he… he kisses me. Oh God, YES! Our lips press together tenderly as we hold each other. Back in the real world, my hand starts its familiar routine of stroking; the physical sensations feeding the fantasy and vice versa. Now we’re on the ground in each other’s arms rolling around, almost wrestling. I hadn’t discovered french kissing yet, so our lips remained closed, but they pressed together with incredible passion. This being a fantasy, it took only an instant for us both to be naked, and the lust-factor was turned up considerably as my masturbation went into high gear. I’d never seen Eric’s cock; he was still ducking the showers, so I imagined him looking just like me. As we kissed, his hand came down to fondle me and I reached down to stroke him. He was warm and hard; incredibly sensual. I was at a crossroads. Which way should I go? The decision was instant; Eric kissed his way down my body and brought his mouth down on my boner. Yes! Yes! His lips slid up and down my cock shaft; his tongue drew pleasure from every nerve ending. He squeezed my balls gently. My hands caressed his hair, his shoulders, his back. My hips started bucking. That familiar feeling was rising up in my loins. “Slow down. Make it last longer” said my brain. “No fuckin’ way” said my body. My right hand obeyed my body, and I sent myself into that other dimension known as orgasm; that 20 seconds of religious ecstacy that you wish would last forever. As cum shot up onto my chest, in my fantasy Eric was swallowing every drop. As I lay in bed with my eyes closed and my hand wrapped around my spent cock, Eric kissed his way back up my body and we held each other again, kissing gently. As I drifted to sleep that night, I whispered into my pillow “I love you, Eric. I love you.” That Monday, as wrestling practice finished up, the coach said “I’ve gotten a complaint from one of your teachers that some of you are coming to her 6th period class smelling like you do now.” (Some giggling from the boys.) “Last week I let the shower requirement slide, because… well just because. But now I’m afraid I have to enforce the rule. No exceptions.” I noticed a look of concern on Eric’s face, but said nothing. What could he be so shy about? A tiny dick? Other guys on the team were immature. Too big? There were a couple 8th graders whose dicks were so big that they must be 7 inches when they got hard. In the locker room as we stripped off our wrestling gear, Eric still looked worried. I said to him “let’s get in there quick and get it over with.” Last week, he had always hidden his crotch beneath a tee shirt as he changed. I guess I was more than a little curious as he peeled down his jockstrap without a shirt on. And then I saw it. He was uncut. The skin came to a point at the front of his normal size cock. But other than his foreskin, it DID look a lot like mine; except he had some wisps of hair. But he was the only guy on the team with an uncut dick. I hear that a lot of babies these day aren’t getting circumcised, but 16 years ago it must have been the normal thing to do, at least around here. In the shower, it was obvious that the other guys were looking at Eric. Some even whispered to each other. Eric blushed crimson with embarrassment and turned to face the wall as he washed, and I made a point not to stare as I showered beside him. The kid on his other side, a smart-ass named Tody, suddenly chirped up “Look who’s got a boner!” He grabbed Eric from behind the upper arms and spun him around. All eyes, including mine, looked at his crotch. My first thought was… it’s beautiful! Five inches long, slightly thicker than mine, with the foreskin pulled half-way back on the cockhead like a turtleneck. My next thought was anger at To. And then To started chanting, in that childish sing-song taunting tone “Er-ric’s a fag-got. Er-ric’s a fag-got.” My rage boiled over. Though To was bigger than me, I pulled him away from Eric with all my strength and he landed on the floor. I stood over him, my fists clenched. “You’re a real asshole, To. You’re paying so much attention to other guy’s dicks, maybe you’re the faggot.” The boy was speechless, and his mouth hung open. Then other guys spoke up. “Yeah To, stop acting like such a jerk.” “Act your fuckin’ age.” To rose to his feet and said in a sheepish voice “Sorry, Eric. That was a dumb thing for me to say.” Eric, this time sporting a softie (thank God), quickly finished and we both headed to the lockers to get dressed. As we walked from the gym, his face was still flushed with emotion, he turned to me and said “Thanks, Bill. I really appreciate what you did in there.” “Sure, Eric. I know what it’s like to be teased, and To really pissed me off.” “Bill…. Does your… do you ever get… a boner like that?” “Yeah, sure. Sometimes I’m sitting there in class and get one for no reason at all. And sometimes it’s because I’m thinking about stuff.” And I smiled at him broadly. “That makes me feel a lot better…. You know, Bill, I’m really glad you’re my friend.” My smile faded as I felt an instant wave of deep emotion roll over me. “I’m glad you’re my friend too, Eric.” We spent a lot of our free time together after that and talked about all sorts of things (though not about sex). We shared an interest in sci fi books and movies, and he loaned me some of his favorite books. Stuff like “Dune” and “Ender’s Game”. Eric was smart. REALLY smart. He showed me the notebook of engineering drawings he’d made on graph paper – designs of star ships and outer space habitats. When we talked about things, even about school work like the Shakespeare play we were reading, I was amazed at his insights. It was almost like my brain felt bigger after we were through talking. When his 13th birthday came in late November, he asked me if I’d like to come to his sleep-over. A sudden shot of deja vu zapped through me, but I hid it well and said “sure!”. There were five of us there, all classmates, all good guys. We ate pizza, played video games, watched Star Trek and James Bond videos, and generally had a great time. I felt comfortable; the other guys actually laughed when I was trying to be funny, and it would have been hard to tell how shy I usually was. At midnight, Eric’s parents called down to the basement rec room that it was time to go to sleep, and we unrolled our sleeping bags. I had brought pajamas, but it was clear that everyone else was going to sleep in their underwear, so I did the same. As we lay there in the dark, one of the guys said “Next year you should invite some girls to your sleep-over.” This produced a round of giggles and kicked off a series of remarks about the mysteries of the opposite sex. I chimed in about how I’d like to feel a girl’s tits, and another boy added “and her pussytoo.” That same boy then said “Anyone else besides me got a boner?” Giggles all around. “I’ve got one too” said another boy. I was getting one just thinking about the boys around me. Then the first boy clicked on a flashlight he’d brought and shined it on his hairless 5-inch erection. “Anybody want to feel it?” First one boy, then another, then all of us reached over to run our fingers along his pubescent shaft. “Anyone else want to show?” he asked. I was surprised when Eric said “I will” and the flashlight beam was directed at his crotch. Pulling the skin back with his fingers halfway down the shaft, his cock looked just the same as if he were cut, and – like I said – it was beautiful. I was the first to feel him, but only did so briefly since that seemed to be the protocol. I volunteered to be next and thoroughly enjoyed the innocense of the boyish sex-play. Withing a few more minutes, all five of us had submitted to being “felt up” the others and we were back in our sleeping bags. There was no sucking, no fucking, not even any jacking off. I felt a strange combination of disappointment and relief. The next weekend, Eric asked if I wanted to spend the night at his house. I naturally agreed. His room had two twin beds, and we lays under the covers of separate beds talking about all sorts of things. The room was illuminated the rays of a full moon shining in the window, and I could see his face, five feet away. “Bill, remember last weekend when we all felt each other’s cocks?” “Yeah.” “I thought it was pretty exciting; didn’t you?” “Yeah. I liked it a lot. You… you’ve got a nice boner.” I could feel my face blush, “I was just thinking the same thing about yours!” he said. “Could we… do you want to… like… do that again?” “Yeah. I really would. Who should go first?” “Let’s both get naked and get in the same bed. It’s too cold if we’re not under the covers.” He pulled off his boxers and motioned me to get in his bed. I pulled off my briefs and slid in beside him, shivering from either the cool air or the excitement coursing through me. As we lay on our sides, a foot apart, he spoke first. “Did you mean what you said about thinking my boner looks nice? I mean… you don’t think it looks weird?” “I was kind of surprised when I first saw it soft, because I’d never seen one like that before. But when I saw it hard, I thought it looked nicer than anyone’s I’ve ever seen.” And I reached over to rest my hand on his stiff erection, feeling him give a little flinch, but then hearing him whisper “your hand feels good.” And he reached across to take my cock into his hand. “Want to make them touch?” he asked, almost shyly. “Yeah.” And I brought my crotch close to his so our boners could rub together gently. My arm went over his back in kind of a loose hug. I hoped he wouldn’t mind. Clearly, he didn’t, as he started running his hand along my back, over my ass, down the back of my thigh. I felt his sweet breath on my face as his breathing quickened with his excitement. My cock was pressing against his, more urgently now. I was about to do something I might regret, but I did it anyway. “Eric… could I do something for you? I mean… could I suck you… your cock?” (God! That sounded lame. I wanted so much for this to be perfect.) “You would do that for me? Yes. Yes, of course I’d like you to suck it. But I don’t know what I should do.” “Just lay back and enjoy it.” And I put my hand on his crotch and slowly descended under the covers until I was nuzzling his 5-inch erection against my face. I inhaled his smell, a mixture of soap from his morning shower, boyish sweat, and masculine arousal. In the darkness, my tongue touched his shaft and I felt him flinch again. Did he want me to stop? His hands came under the covers and lightly caressed my hair, and I knew he wanted me to go on. Pushing his foreskin up to cover his cockhead, I nibbled at the sensitive flesh with my lips and probed inside it to his cockhead underneath. Then pulling the skin back, I let my wet lips slide slowly down, flicking with my tongue as I inched my way, agonizingly slowly, down his cockshaft. I didn’t stop until my lips touched the wisps of hair at the base and his cock was lodged in my throat. Eric was moaning now, his body shivering and tensing, his hands moving over my head, my neck, my shoulders. I began a rhythm of long up and down strokes as I fondled his ballsack. Then I concentrated for a while on the head of his delicious penis, lavishing it with attention from my flicking tongue and sucking lips. I let the top of his cockhead graze against the bumps on the roof of my mouth as it headed for my throat, driving him wild with pleasure. I wanted his first blow job to be one to remember. As I went into a fast up and down suck, I felt his balls pull up tight in their sack. His voice, a loud hoarse whisper, signaled his approaching orgasm. “Oh Bill! Yes! Oh, man! Oh, God! OH! OH! Oh, Bill; I’m going to shoot! Stop! I’m getting ready to shoot! Let me catch it with my hand!” I saw no reason to stop now and instead re-doubled my efforts, rewarded only seconds later a blast of the sweetest boy-cum, follow rapidly several more spurts from his pulsing erection. I swallowed quickly, but savored the last bit in my mouth, memorizing the taste before swallowing. As I rose up to lay beside him, Eric was in a state of total bliss. “Oh, Bill. That was fantastic!” he said between breaths. I held myself close to his body and felt his heart thumping powerfully within his chest. After we lay together in silence for a few minutes, he said “That was amazing, Bill. I never knew that’s what oral sex would feel like.” Then he added, cautiously, “I… I guess you’ve done this with other guys?” *Wham!* Right in the gut. Eric didn’t mean to, but his words crippled me into stunned silence as thoughts raced through my brain. Should I lie? Tell him `No Eric. You’re the first. You’re the only one. I’m not really a faggot slut.’ Eric could tell immediately that something was wrong. “Bill! I’m sorry! That was such a stupid thing for me to ask. It’s none of my damn business. Please don’t be mad at me!” I sat up in bed, wanting to run away. Tears rose up in my eyes. And then the words started tumbling out. I told him everything. About Kevin. About the gang bang at Kevin’s house. And through it all, the tears kept coming. I scarcely paused for breath as I poured out my story of perverted submissiveness; of willingly accepting the roll of a slut. As the emotion blocking my throat finally overcame my ability to speak coherently, I felt Eric’s arms wrap around me, holding me tightly. I put my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder. “Eric. I wanted it to be perfect between us. I was so happy that you were my friend, and now I’ve ruined everything!” “Bill! Stop! You haven’t ruined anything. You can’t blame yourself because of the way those older kids messed you up. What you said doesn’t make any difference in the way I feel bout you. Because I… because I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time, but I didn’t think I could tell you.” “You… you love me? Eric; I love YOU so much, sometimes I feel like I could burst!” And then a miracle happened. He kissed me. On the lips. Kneeling there on the bed, our bodies crushed together. His tongue came out and sought admission to my mouth, and my lips instantly granted it. We slid down onto the bed, still locked in a passionate embrace. My love for him, and his for me, flowed in an unending loop. Then he whispered to me “Let me suck you.” My body was alive with sensation as he kissed his way from my lips, to my chest, down my belly, and his lips came to rest on the tip of my cock. “Tell me what to, Bill. Teach me. I want to make you feel as wonderful as you made me feel.” And he began licking and sucking, experimenting with how deep he could take me. I gave a few suggestions, but mostly just lay back and experienced the glorious feelings flowing through me. I had only fantasized about a boy’s lips around my cock, after performing the act on Kevin numerous times. And my fantasies paled in comparison to the reality. Surges of electric lust flowed through my body. The nerves of my cock were hypersensitive to the playful nibbling and exquisite licking and sucking that Eric was giving me. When my orgasm welled up, my body was paralyzed with overwhelming ecstacy. When the first pulse of cum shot through my cockshaft into Eric’s mouth, I was in another world. And it went on and on. No masturbation had ever been like this. Eric was still sucking when I was spent, and I had to stop him because it was too intense. I pulled him up into my arms. As we kissed, I tasted my cum on his tongue, and I thought to myself “We are one; we are lovers.” “Eric, I love you so much…” “Bill, I want to love you forever. I want to do everything to make you happy.” As we drifted off to sleep, I felt happier than I ever had in my life. Weeks passed, and we were inseparable. I turned 13 (with no discernable effect from having become a teenager). We spent as many afternoons together as we could. Friday and Saturday nights tested our parent’s limits for sleep-overs. In the security of our bedrooms, and sometime while walking deep in the cold woods, we would kiss, we would stroke, and we would suck. One weekend night, as we lay talking, an hour after exchanging blowjobs, I said to Eric “You know, it’s almost like that stuff I did before… you know, with Kevin and those other boys… it’s almost like it never happened. I’m a different person, and it never happened to the person I am now.” “I’m glad to hear you say that” he replied. “I never wanted to bring it up because I know how much pain it brought you. I guess it still makes you angry, doesn’t it?” “Angry? Yeah, I guess. But I always blamed myself, because I wanted Kevin to use me, even though I can hardly believe it now. But, yeah, it makes me angry. You know, just once I’d like to fuck Kevin up the ass; and the other guys, too; make them see how it feels to be a sex toy that you use and then throw away.” “Bill… I want you to fuck me. Take out your anger and use me. Pretend I’m Kevin, and fuck me.” I was speechless. I could never even pretend to be angry at Eric. “No, Eric. I couldn’t act any way to you except in love.” “Then do it to me with love. Make love to me. I want it.” I kissed him. I held him in my arms and caressed his body with my hands and my lips. “OK, Eric. I’ll make love to you.” And I got the bottle of lube that I’d finally built up the nerve to purchase. For several minutes, I massaged Eric’s anal muscle with slippery fingers, probing, twisting slowly to loosen him. “Fuck me, Bill. I’m ready.” I lubed my straining cock and knelt between his pulled-back legs. Positioning the head of my cock at the entrance to his love channel, I said “Tell me to stop anytime; remember to flex your muscle out as I push in.” I pushed, slowly, lovingly. Our eyes were locked together, and his eyes urged me on. I entered him a fraction of an inch at a time, and my slender 4-1/2 inch cock was soon all the way inside Eric’s body, and I said “Ready?” “Yeah, lover. Fuck me” he said with a smile Pulling my cock back, I felt the delicious sensations of his tight muscle holding me, even as I slid sensuously inside him. Pushing back in, I went faster. A rhythm developed as I plunged into him smoothly and then felt him clenching his muscle on my out-stroke. I remembered his words to me: “Take out your anger; pretend I’m Kevin.” But there was no way I could do that. Looking down at him, at our bodies merging, filled me with such love that my heart was ready to explode. I was truly `making love’ to him, and that was something that never happened between Kevin and me. The intense stimulation of that first fuck quickly built up inside of me, making my body move faster, thrusting into Eric, pistoning my hips. His arms were now around my neck, pulling me to him, pressing against his bent-back legs until our lips and tongues touched. I felt an urgency to bury my seed deep into Eric’s body. “Yeah, Bill! That’s good! Fuck me, lover! Take me!” With Eric’s words and my own lust urging me on, my hips went into high gear, plowing the boy’s ass with long fast strokes. When my cum started spurting, I gasped at the unbelievable feeling of pleasure. As I collapsed onto Eric’s body, his legs wrapped around my hips, drawing me even closer as we kissed. Well, that’s it. A couple of 13-year-olds experiencing their first true love. And guess what? We’re still together – a couple of 16-year-olds. Our parents know about us; so do our closest friends. But I’m still kind of a shy boy, so don’t expect me to be too “out” just yet. Eric says maybe we should go to the Spring Dance as a couple, but I’m thinking it’s still too soon.Some of you may wonder if I still have those submission fantasies.Yeah; sometimes. Also, Eric will sometimes do a roleplaying thingwith me where he’s wearing just a jockstrap and I’m on my knees, and…well, you can use your imagination. He’s not much of a “dom” type, but he accommodates my kinks. the way; we’re both first-string varsity on the wrestling team. Eric’s undefeated so far at 127 pounds. I’m 5 wins and 3 losses in the 133-pound class. Wish us luck at the tournament next month.The End
NookieStar presents: Night That Changed Our Lives ForeverThis story contains material of a sexual nature between two male youths. Ifyou are offended and or are not old enough to read this type of materialthen please don’t. Mike and Me It was the summer of 73 and Mike and myself have been friends since wecould crawl. We were always together and suffered from seperation anxietywhen we were apart (lol). Anyway we were doing the usual thing of ridingbikes and horseing around making fun of people until it got to hot to evenbe outside. Well the only way we had to cool off was to play in the hoseoutside. Now back then it was nothing to see two young boys (12-13) playingin water in just their undershorts. Well this day was a little different.Mike being the older realized that when our undershorts got wet you couldsee more that was supposed to be seen. He then menitoned it to me and whenI looked down I saw that he was right. There we were in our tighty whitieswith our packages showing. Well i dont know what made us do it but we bothstarted laughing. Well after that we went inside to my room (he spent thenight at my house on this weekend) changed into clean dry underwear andshorts of course no shirts even inside the house which did have AC. We were getting ready to watch some tv when my mom walked in and asked usif we were hungry. Well two young boys that have been riding bikes allmorning we were very hungry. That was when she asked if we wanted to go toKFC. Well we didnt refuse. We went with mom had our lunch and she asked ifwe wanted to go to the mall believe it or not that really was not ourthing. We went anyway (didn’t have a choice). Well the time we got backhome we were ready to run again. I guess you could say that we needed torealease some energy. We hopped on our bikes and headed to the park. Whenwe got there we met two girls that were our neighbors Sally and Mary. Theywere sisters. I think they had a crush on us but we were too young torealize it but we hung with them for a while and then took off for home weleft them at their house and rode to mine. When we got there we went inside all sweaty and everythig. Mom looked atus and told us to go take a shower and get cleaned up we were going to goout to dinner with Mikes parents later. Well we looked at her and Mike saidoff the top of his head TOGETHER YUK wel all started to laugh but in theback of my mind something was going on because I got all warm and and Iguess light headed. All I could think of from that point was seening Mikenaked. I liked what I saw when he had his shirt off but never thought muchof it. Well Mike and I headed for my room to get again some clean clothesand towels for the shower. That is when things kind of changed for us Iguess. Mike looked at me when he headed for the shower and said well arentyou comming. I must have got red in the face because he then said are youok. I looked at him and said you really want to take a shower together? Nowkeep in mind we have seen each other naked but it was like no big dealuntil now. I guess seeing his package in his wet underwear had been on mymind but never thought I would see the real thing. I slowly followed behindMike and as I was walking I felt a stir in my shorts. I was getting aboner. Now i had started jacking about six months earlier but never saidanything to Mike. I wasnt very big in that department but I had enough tohold onto. I did have jucies flowing already. I had some hair there but therest of me was smooth still of course including under my arms. When we gotto the bathroom I was shaking like a leaf in a storm wind. Mike asked meagain if I was alright. Well I had now a full hard on and red face andasked him are you sure. He said yeh but we have to start off with coldwater so that boner of yours will go down. Now I was really embarrased. Istarted to turn and walk away but Mike stopped me and said hey man sorry Ididn’t mean to embarrase you. He then said look I have one too. Well stilred in the face I did feel a little better. We got out of our clothes andinto the shower and started to wash. Like he said it was no big deal wedidn’t touch each other although the thought was there for me. When we finished showering I asked Mike if he was embarrased as I waswith his boner. He said yeh little but then got to thinking we are bothboys and it happens. I really felt better then. We finished drying and saton my bed with just our towels on and started talking about stuff andflipping through the car and driver magazine that my dad had given me. Hegive me the old ones when he is finished with them. We both liked cars andwe both wanted the same kind Mustang!!!!!!!. After the mag we put on ourshorts nothing else and went downstairs to the kitchen mom was there doingsome stuff when I opened the fridge and grabbed the bologna and mustard.Mom looked at me and said I TOLD YOU WE WERE GOING OUT TO EAT. Mike saidyeh but that wont be for at least another three hours yet being it was only3 and his parents didn’t get home till 7 at least. My mom gave us that momlook and I put back the bologna but not before taking a couple of peicesfor each of us. Jerry she said but we scarfed them down before she couldfinish. After our little snack we went into the living room and sat on thesofa not sure if we wanted to watch tv or not. Back then video games werenot here and board games were just not us. Well I guess bordem got the bestof us and we both fell asleep kind of next to each other on the sofa. Weweren’t very big so we fit fine. It was about 6:15 when we woke up well meanyway I woke Mike up (heheheh) and about then Mom called us told us tofinish getting dressed. Still kind of sleepy we went to my room and got ourshirts and socks and shoes on when Miked looked at me and smiled. I saidWHAT is your prolbem? He told me that he was happy that we were friends andthat he hoped that we never seperated. I kind of blushed and said me tothen he came to me and gave me a big hug. I asked what his dream was aboutand he got all red in the face and asked WHY I asked that. I told him causehe never hugged me before. He got all guiet and just kind of smiled andsaid he thought it was about time. Well we played it off and off we wentdownstairs. When we got there Mike’s parents were already there and he hada suprised look on his face cause like I said then usually didn’t get homeuntill at least 7. He gave them a hug and off we went to eat. We went tothis restaruant call Gigi’s it is a Itialian restaruant and the food isgood. Well the rest of the night we were kind of bored listing to ourparents chat and kind of mimicking them until I got caught. Then for aminuet it got quiet at the table. Mrs. Mathews looked at my Mom and Dad andMike and came out with the news. She was pregnent. Mikes mouth flew openbecause up until then he was the only child. Well of course our parentswere hugging and shaking hands and congratulating when Mr. Mathews askedMike if he was ok. He said yes but I could tell he really wasn’t. On theway home Mike didn’t say a word and I didn’t really push any issues. Thecar was buzzing with ba talk with our parents and I really didn’t haveanything to say about it so I stayed quiet as well. When we got home and went inside Mike just looked at everyone and said hewas tired and gave his Mom and Dad a hug and a kiss and headed to thestairs. Mrs. Mathews stopped him and kind of gave him the look of what isbothering you. He just came out with I am fine and headed upstairs to myroom. Well I said congrats to Mr.and Mrs. Mathews and gave them a hug aswell as both of my parents and went up to my room as well. There mike wassitting on my bed quiet and looked like he had been crying. I went to himsat down without saying a word I put my arm around him and just sat there.He finally spoke and told me that he didn’t know why but he wasn’t sure hewanted a brother or sister. I didn’ know what to tell him so I just toldhim if he wanted he could talk to my Mom or Dad. I had good parents eventhough I said otherwise. He said maybe later and I started to kind of punchhim. He smiled and gave me a slug on the arm. Before you know it we werewrestling on the bed. My Dad yelled up to us Jerry you boys quit foolingaround and get ready for bed we both said at the same time YES SIR WE WILLDO JUST THAT and both started to laugh. Next thing I know my Dad wasopening the door and comming at us like he was going to beat us to death.He grabbed Mike and kind of just started rolling hime around on the bed andhe was laughing so hard I think I saw a wet spot on his shorts. Then hereached for me but I moved to quick and fell off the bed with a thump. Momthen yelled up and said your father told you to get ready for bed. Thethree of us were laughing and my Dad said yeh get ready for bed. After afew more minuets my Dad looked at Mike and asked if he was ok Mike lookedat him with a big smile and said yeh thanks. I looked up from the floor andsaid hey what about me I am the one that fell off the bed. They looked ateach other and smiled and next thing I new I was getting beat with pillows. After the funfest with my dad. Mike and I got into our underwear andcrawled into bed. Yeh we slept together it was a full size bed and yeh wedid sleep in our underwear. Anyway we were talking for what seemed likehours when Mike asked me If I had a boner. I kind of got flushed in theface but it was dark so I don’t think he noticed. I said yeh in awhispering kind of way. He said me to. That is when I finally asked him ifhe jacked off. He said of course. I asked him what if felt like when hedid. He told me that he got this feeling in his body that felt really goodand I was thinking the same thing. We talked about it for a little morewhen he asked if it was ok if he jacked off. I told him sure I was finewith it and told him I was going to do the same thing. Well next thing Inoticed that he kind of lifted his body and I know what he had done hepulled down his underwear so I said to myself what the heck and did thesame thing. I think my boner was harder then it had ever been since Istarted jacking I was thinking of Mike next to me with his naked body and Icould not hold out long and shot my load. It was the first time I ever hitmy chest. I didn’t think it would ever stop. Next thing i know Mike waspanting and I could tell that he was ready and sure enough he let out amoan and just layed there coming down from his orgasm. When we came back toearth we needed to clean up but I think both of us were kind of embarrasedto get up with spunk on us. But Mike said he had to pee and pulled up hisunderwear and went off to the bathroom. When he came back I did the samething to clean up. When I got back and crawled into bed I noticed Mike haddrifted off to sleep already. So I layed there watching him and off Iwent. I woke up with a jump for what seemed like hours but when I looked atthe clock it had only been three hours it was 4 in the morning. I lookedover at Mike and could see from the moonlight that he was still sleeping.Well I dont know why but all I wanted to do was put my hand on his barechest he had kicked the covers down to his waist. Well without hesitating Idid just that and when I did he let out this sigh. I thought he was awakeso I quickly took it off. I layed back on my back and started thinkingabout him. All of a sudden I had another hard on and it was rageing. Itried to forget about it but it was so hard it hurt. I wrapped my handaround my swollen dick and slowly began to jack again I never done it twicein one day. I sped up my motion and didn’t realize that I was shaking thebed when all of a sudden I heard Mike say your doing it again. Well youknow what happend then I lost the hard on and got all embarrased. I couldfeel him looking at me and next he said keep going I don’t mind, Well then I had no hard on and told him thats ok I can wait. That is when heshocked me. He said to me would you like me to help you? Well I don’t knowwhat came over me but all I could say was yes that would be great. It gotquiet for a minuet and next thing I know I feel this hand on my crotch andit wasn’t mine. Well It shot up like a rocket and I couldn’t move all I canremember was it felt great. My best friend in the world was jacking me andall I could do was moan. All of a sudden my body tensed and I blew thebiggest load I ever shot since I had been jacking I even hit my chin. I letout the a big moan and just layed there. When I came back to earth I couldfeel the bed shaking. I knew what Mike was doning well I didn’t want me tobe the one to have all the pleasure so I just reached over and took overfrom him. I started slower and sped up as time went on. Before I knew itMike let out the same kind of moan arched his back and shot his load. Helayed back down on the bed and his breathing started to calm down. We layedquiet for a bit and I finally I said that was great and asked him how heliked it. All he could say was awsome. We layed there with our spunk stillon us when I remembered we had the towels in the hamper. I grabbed both ofthem and we cleaned ouselfs up. We driffted off to sleep again until my Mom knocked on the doorand woke us up. You boys going to sleep your life away. Mike said CAN WEand we both started to laugh. Mom said NO in a loud voice but I know shewas just kidding. Well get downstairs and get your breakfast it will beready in a little bit. We both crawled out of bed and headed to thebathroom both of us in our underwear and both with a pee boner. Wellfeeling kind of sticky from our little hand playing I told Mike I was goingto hop in the shower real quick. Before I could say anything else we wereboth naked and in the shower. When we finished I realized We didn’t bringtowels and we were wet. Not wanting to put our underwear on wet we ran fromthe bathroom to my room naked with our underwear in our hands. When we gotthere we were both giggling. I do have to say Mike’s butt was beautiful. Wedried off and put on (you got it shorts) we live in shorts and tshirts andwent downstairs to the kitchen where Mom had breakfast ready. I was baconeggs toast and juice nothing fancy but a lot of it for two growing boys. Inever noticed but when I looked out the window of the kitchen and saw thatit was raining. I told Mike and he looked and said OH MAN now what we goingto do. Lets face it back then stuck inside meant you either had to helparound the house or watch tv and being summer there was nothing on tv fortwo young boys although we did like to watch cartoons still. I did notadmit that (LOL). Mom then came up with one of her good ideas yeh parentshave them once and a while. She said she would take us to the bowling alleyso we wouldn’t be stuck in the house. We were all for that both like goingthere. We would actually bowl and goof around and bowl some more. When we got there it was around ten or so and Mom told us that she wouldpick us up after she went to visit my Grandma and go to the grocery storeso we had at least three hours to kill there. So we met a couple of ourfriends there and hung out with them for a little bit till there Dad pickedthem up. Then we finished our game and went to the snack bar and got somefrench fries with cheese. Yeh they had them back then too and waited for myMom to pick us up. While we were eating our fries I asked Mike what hethought about haveing a brother or sister. He got kind of quiet again but Ifinally got him to open up. He told me that he was worried that they weregoing to have to move because he heard his parents talking about nothaveing enough room in the house they were in and now he knows why. I askedhim if he heard where they might have to move to. He said no but he didntwant to move away from me. Well that made me feel good even though he wasfeeling bad. I told him that he should either talk to his Mom or Dad andsee what was going to happen. He said ok and we finished our fries and wentoutside to wait for my mom. He was feeling better when she got there and wegot in the car and headed home. When we got there it started raining againand we both said the same thing CRAP. We were full of energy and neede torelease it. Well in New York most houses have basements. And Mom being Momtold us if we cleaned it that we could use it when we wanted to. I lookedat Mike and we both smiled. Off we went to the basement and when we gotdown there our imaginations went wild we had pinblall games in one area andpool table in another and a tv over the big wall with a big old sofa tosit on and small table so we could eat down there. We had it all planedout. We started cleaning and before to long Mom called us up for dinner. Wewere down there for almost 4 hours cleaning. When we got upstaris we weretold to go wash up and get down for dinner. Well we wern’t going to take ashower but we did wash our face and hands and took off our dirty sweatyshirts. When we got downstairs I asked where Dad was and Mom told me thathe had to work late so he wouldn’t be home until about 10 or so. Thatsucked even though he was a Dad he was pretty cool but he didn’t work lateto often but it was Friday and he had to to finish the job he was on. Thefunny part the job he was working on was only about 5 blocks from where welived. Mom said she was going to bring some dinner to him if we wanted togo. We both wanted to finish the basement so we could goof around downthere. After a couple of plates of speg and meatballs we put our dishes in thesink and Mom put some in a bowl for Dad and off she went. We headed backdown to the basement and finally finished cleaning it sweeping dustingthings moving things into one area and kind of built a wall with some ofthe stuff we could pile on top of one another. We did what any ordinary manwould do stepped back and looked at what we did with big smiles on ourfaces. We were proud boys. Well this time it was around 9 or so and wewent upstairs and Mom asked if we wanted anything we went into the kitchenand got a soda for each of us and I asked Mom if she wanted one she said nobut I knew she would finish mine because I wasn’t really a soda drinkerMike was though. We went into the living room and abut to sit down when myMom told us to sit on the floor because of us being in the basemnet. We satthere for a little bit when my Dad finally got home. He looked so tired. Hecame over kissed my Mom and patted us on the head and went to thekitchen. Both Mike and I got up and went out there and he had put his bowlin the sink and was sitting at the table. Mom came in as well and we allwere sitting there with our drinks and Mom spoke first. Hey hun you knowthe boys cleaned the basement today they were down there for quite a whileI havent seen it yet but do you think we could go down and see what itlooks like. My Dad had a smile on his face even though he was tired he saidok and we all went to the basement. When they saw it they couldn’t believeit they stood there with their mouths open. Dad looked at us and said YOUBOYS DID THIS. We looked at him with the biggest proudest looks on ourfaces and both in unisen said YUP. He then came over to us and gave us abig hug and Mom gave us a kiss on the cheek which we wiped off. HEY WE WERE12-13 remember. Dad told us you boys did good but we stunk because of ussweating. We all started to laugh and that is when Dad said he was going todo something special for us. We then started to tell him what we had planedfor the basement and he was saying things like thats a good idea and stufflike that. He then said that he has plans of his own and we looked at himand said no way we cleaned it its ours. He came at us like he was going tochase us and we ran upstairs and then up to my room. He didn’t chase usthough. He and Mom just went to the living room. Well now it was about11 and we were both tired and still dirty from cleaning so we went to thebathroom and I asked Mike if he want to shower together again but to mysuprise he said no. It didn’t bother me guess cause I was tired and reallywanted to be alone with myself anyway. When I finished and went to my roomhe was ready to go in he told me to try to stay awake until he was finishedand i said ok. Now if I had layed down on the bed I would have fallenasleep so I sat at my desk YEH I HAD ONE FOR HOMEWORK and did some of mypuzzle. He came into the room with his towel wrapped around him and sat onthe bed. He asked me if I was mad cause he didn’t want to take a showerwith me. I told him no I wasn’t mad at all. He smiled and took off histowel. I loved to look at him naked and I couldn’t help stare. I think heknew it and stood there a few before putting on his underwear. He then saidok he was ready for bed. I got up from my desk and got into bed and he shutoff the light. That night was an uneventful night because we both beingtired from cleaning the basement we fell asleep right away. We we woke the next morning, we went into the bathroom to get rid of outpee hardons and washed our face and hands to wake up a little. When we gotdownstairs we went to the kitchen and Mom had breakfast ready for us. Thistime it was french toast and sausage and tatoes. We did the usual thing ofeating and chatting and when we finished we put our dishes in the sink.Just as we were going to my room to get dressed and start our day the phonerang and Mom answered it. It was Mrs. Mathews she said that Mike had to behome that night because they were going to Jersey to visit his Grandma forthe week. He really didn’t want to go. But he said ok and we went upstairsand got dressed. Mike looked at me and said WHEN WE GET BACK DO YOU THINKYOU COULD STAY AT MY HOUSE? I said I DON’T SEE WHY NOT. We left the houseto ride our bikes to the park but when we got there none of our friendswere there so we rode around for a while and then went back to my house.When we got there Mom asked why we were back so early. We told her nothingto do. She said why not play some board games and she would play to if thatwas ok. We said sure and off came the shirts and shoes. We went into theliving room and got out the Monopoly game and set it up when we were readyI called Mom and she came in with a couple of sodas and some chips. Weplayed for about two hours and now it was around 12:30 and Mom said shewas going to fix us a couple of sandwitches. We went into the kitchen andate lunch and cleaned up when she said that she had to go to the market.When we didn’t want to go she told us to make sure we stay in the house andnot to go out until she got back. When she left we went to my room andlayed on the bed for a few minetues and I started to get a hardon. I lookedover at Mike and he had a smile on his face cause he saw the tent in myshorts. I looked again and he had one as well. Well we had to take care ofthem so we pulled our shorts down and began to wank next to each other. Icouldn’t stand it anymore I reached over and took hold of Mikes dick andbegan to jack him like I did the other night. He did the same with mine.Before you know it we were shooting our loads. We ran to the shower andcleaned up before Mom got back. It was abut 4 when she came back and toldMike to get his stuff together and head home his parents were home andgetting ready to leave. He whined about it but got his stuff and headedhome. As he was leaving he gave me a hug and then gave my Mom one. Off hewent to his house and I was there with Mom. Well it was now Monday and I missed Mike something terrible. I took offon my bike and met up with Sally and Mary and we headed to the park. Theyboth asked where Mike was and I told them. When we got to the park therewas a bunch of kids there that we knew so we all rode around and pretendedthat we were chaseing each other. It was pretty good day. But I stillmissed Mike. When I got home around 11:20 or so I noticed that there weresome trucks there that worked with Dad. I started to panic and ran into thehouse. When I looked at Mom I asked why some of the people that Dad workedwith were here. She told me to go down to the basement and see. When I wentdown I noticed that they were putting up framework and even moved all thestuff we had piled up to make a wall. The door was open and I could see thedump truck backed up to it and the guys were takeing all the stuff that wenever used out. I ran back upstairs and asked Mom what was going on and shetold me that Dad had asked the guys to build a couple of rooms down there.I kind of got this sad look on my face thinking that Dad was going to makea office or something out of it and I felt a little hurt. Well mom neversaid anything and continued cleaning the house and told me to go clean myroom. I stomped upstairs and started cleaning my room and the more Ithought about it the madder I got. We busted our butts to clean thebasement and Dad was going to turn it into an office. Well when I finishedcleaning I layed on the bed and fell asleep. I woke to Mom calling me fordinner. When I got downstairs Dad was home and I walked past him and headedto the kitchen for dinner. He said HEY BIG GUY WHAT WRONG WITH YOU YOU CANTSAY HI. I looked him with that I’m mad at you look and continued to go tothe kitchen. When he came into the kitchen he asked me again WHAT WRONG.Well I had to tell him that I was mad cause he was going to turn thebasement into an office after we busted our butts cleaning it. He said tome well something needed to be done with it. After dinner I went back to my room and I heard the phone ring. Momcalled me down and told me Mike was on the phone. I answered it and he toldme that he would be home Friday and asked if I could spend the weekend athis house. I asked Mom and she said of course. I told Mike what was goingon in the basement and he got mad like I did. When I hung up the phone andwent back to my room. I worked some more on my puzzle and now it was almostdone. I stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed it was about11:00 or so and off to sleep I went. Well It was now Friday and I couldnt wait to go to Mike’s to spend theweekend. It was like 4 o clock and the phone rang and when I answered it itwas Mike. He said that they got home about 4 hours ago but had to get thehouse cleaned up and do some other stuff. He then asked about thebasement. I told him they were almost done. There were two rooms one thatwas going to be like a pantry for dry goods and another one that wouldprobably be Dad’s office. He sounded dissapointed as much as I was. Well Igot my clothes and kissed my Mom and told her I would see Dad later thenheaded off to Mike’s. When I got there he gave me one of the biggest hugshe ever gave me. It felt so good. We went to his room and I put my stuff onthe chair that was in his room and we headed to the kitchen to get adrink. Mrs. Mathews came in and said not to get anything to eat cause sheorderd pizza. It was about an hour when the pizza’s came and we all went tothe kitchen to eat. Mr. Mathews was talking and looked at us and said YOUGUYS HAVE ANY PLANS FOR THE WEEKEND? We both said not really just the usualstuff of riding bikes and going to the park. he then said WELL WE HAVE TOGO GET SOMETHING FROM TH FURNITURE STORE. Jerry your Dad bought somefurniture and asked me if I would help him pick it up. We looked at eachother and then looked at Mr. Mathews and said no. I think we were boththinking the same thing still mad about Dad turning it into an office. Heshrugged his shoulders and said ok no problem and left. Well we went toMike’s room and sat on the bed and turned on the TV. Not much was on but wewerent tired yet it was only like 7 or so so we decided to go out and playa little hoops. Mike had a hoop on the garage. We were playing still whenMr. Mathews pulled up and told us it was late and to get inside. When wewent inside we were told to clean up and we would have some desert. We wentto Mike’s room and and got our clothes together for the shower. Well we couldn’t take a shower together cause we couldn’t hide like wecould at my house so he took one first and then me. When we got to thekitchen we had apple pie and did some chatting Mr. Mathews told us that mydad bought a sofa and a desk and a couple of chairs for the basement. Wellboth of us got that so what look and we could not understand why he wassmiling. After our desert we all went to the living room and watched alittle tv. Mike started to dose off when his Mom told us to go off tobed. When we got to his room it was darker then normal. I didnt notice itwhen I put my stuff there guess cause it was still daytime. I asked himwhat he did. He said that he blocked the windows off with cardboard to makeit darker so it would be like a fort. When we crawled into bed it was about midnight and I really wasnt thattired so I just layed there and watched Mike sleep. It must have beenaround 130 or so before I drifted off. Well it was another unevetfull nightas far as having fun. Mike woke first of course and put his arm around mewhich woke me up. When I saw his face he has a smile that would kill. I wasstill groggy but asked what his problem was. He didnt say a word and justreached over and grabbed my dick and started jacking. It didnt take me longbefore I shot my load which was quite larg for I didnt do anything with itthe hole time he was gone. Well when I came down I returned the favor andhe shot not to long as well. When we were done we gathered our clothes andhe took his shower first and then me. When we got downstairs breakfast wasready and we all ate and the usual conversation. When we were done we wentinto the living room and watched cartoons while his mom did the dishes andhis dad sat doing bills. Mr. Mathews asked what we had planned for the day and Mike told him thatprob go to the park and just hang for a bit. He then asked us if we wantedto go to the pool for a little while so he and Mrs. Mathews could goshopping for the ba. Mike got that sad look on his face. Well Mr. MathewsI guess could not take Mike being sad everytime he mentioned the ba so heasked him what the problem was and that we were not going anywhere until hetold him. I got up to help Mrs. Mathews in the kitchen while they talked.It was about 45 min when Mike came into the kitchen and sat between me andhis mom but this time he was smiling. After their conversation we went toMike’s room to get our swim trunks and towels and stuff but I didnt haveany so Mike let me borrow a pair. We went to the pool for a couple of hoursbut for some reason all I could think of was what we did when we woke up. Ipretty much stayed in the water the hole time because I could not get ridof my boner. When it did finally go down I got out and noticed that it waslike 1145 and I was starving. I called for Mike who was with a couple ofour friends and he came over and asked what was up. I told him that I washungry and that it was almost noon and his dad would be their to pick usup. He climed out and my dick shot up instantly thank god I had a towelwrapped around me. We sat on the chairs for a little bit when we sawMr. Mathews who called for us to come out. When we piled into the truck hetold us that we had to go my house cause he had to help my dad dosomething. Still mad cause we thought the basement was turned into anoffice we kept quiet. When we got to my house we went in where mom hadlunch for us a couple of sandwiches and chips and drinks. While we werefinishing up Mr. Mathews and my dad came in and told us that he wanted usto see the basement. I looked at Mike with my dissapointed look and we bothslowed down our eating. When we did finish we went into the living room andour dads gout up and said lets go. When we got to the basement I noticedthat there were doors on the two rooms one much larger then the other. Wellmy dad took us to the smaller one which we knew was the new pantry for drygoods. It had some stuff in it already but plenty of room for more. Heclosed the door and we were dreading what was next. When he opend the doorit shocked us both to be speachless. On one side of the room was the sofaand chairs that my dad bought and in front of them was a tv it was used butit was a good one. On the big wall was a pinball machine that dad had gotfrom a place that was going out of business and next to that was a stereo.When we looked around we saw another sofa and wondered why. It was separatefrom the rest of the furniture and had a wall that you could not seeanything from sitting on the other furniture. I asked dad why that wasthere and he said to go to it. When we did he told us to take the cusionsoff. When we did we noticed that it turned into a bed. It was great thething was huge. You probably never seen two happier boy in you life. Ipracticly ran to my dad and gave him the biggest hug and Mike followed. Wealso hugged Mike’s dad. Just then our mothers came down and told us therest of the news that the pool table would be in friday. We practiclyscreamed. IT WAS AWSOME. Of course we were not going to go back to Mike’sfor a while if at all the rest of the weekend. We both went back to thepinball machine and noticed that you needed quarters to play it we turnedand looke at our parents and they were all laughing. Then my dad broke outa roll of quarters and handed it to me. He told us not to use them all atonce and that we had to start earning our money from this point on. Thatwas a catch we could live with. Now mind you we were not rich but when dadfinished the job he was on he got a bonus which he was able to do this. I think if mom didnt come get us we would have stayed down there pastdinner. But she would not let us but told us we could take our dinners downthere as long as we ate it all. Well two excited growing boys we choweddown two burgers and fries (homemade) and went back to the pinball macnineto finish our game. After we went over to the sofa and sat and turned onthe tv. What we didnt notice is that there was the old vcr that we hadthere. We were in heaven. Before you knew it it was like 10 oclock and momcame and got us we had to go back to Mike’s house that night because momand dad were going to Washington for some reason. We really didnt want togo but had to. Well we spent the rest of the weekend going to the pool and park andriding bikes but we were both thinking of our play room. We told all ourfriends and of course they asked if they could come see it including Maryand Sally. Well I told them it was up to my parents and we would ask. Well when Monday came and my parents got back of course we wanted to goto my house and Mike’s parents told us to let my parents rest one daybefore we invaded the house. UGH we said but respected. Well it was Tuesday and off we went to my house without breakfast. Wewere gone 9 in the morning. When we got there dad was getting ready forwork and mom was making him breakfast and asked if we wanted any. Well weate and then headded to the basement after I gave my dad another big hug.When we got down there we turned on the stereo and sat on sofa and justtalked and before you know it we were out like a light. GUESS WE WERE STILLTIRED. When we woke up we went right for the pinball machine. We playedwhile listening to music and just had a great time. Well mom came and gotus for lunch of course and when that was done she wanted to talk to us. Weboth had a puzzling look on our faces and she seen that but said that itwasnt bad news or anything just wanted to go over the rules of thebasement. Well I knew they were coming. So it was the usual stuff no onedown there when parents are not home including us. No staying the nightdown there unless weekend or school breaks. If anything gets damaged fromhorseing around it does not get replaced. Plus a few others. Well of coursewe agreed and that is when I asked if we could have like a little partywith our friends so they could see it. She was kind of hesitant but agreedfor Saturday but only like five or six friends. WE HAD A LOT OF FRIENDS andthen we could invite some of the others another time. That was going to behard cause all our freind were good and we had to pick some from others weknew that some of them were going to be mad or at least dissapointed. Ithen asked mom if we could spend our first night down there and she saidyes. Well we were happier then pigs in mud. We ate lunch and headed out tothe park although we wanted to go back to the basement. When we got theresome of our friends were there and we had to make some choices of who wasgoing to be first. We finally got the SIX and told the rest that there will be another timeand they would be next and the ones that were not there would be on anothertime. Well when that task was over we rode our bikes and played a littlebaseball when the park janitor got there and let us borrow some of theequipment. When we were finished it was like 6 or so and we knew we weregoing to be in a little trouble because we usually are supposed to be homeat my house 5. Well when we got there we expected to hear well you arelate and your punisment is that you cant spend the night in the basementbut instead we saw mom smiling and all happy. We asked what was going onand she told us that Mike’s parents found a house. Now it was my turn to besad because I never asked what Mike and his dad talked about. I thought ohman he’s leaving. I had tears in my eyes and Mike looked at me and saiddont cry man it just going to be the old Smith house down the road. Well Itwas someone shot me. I could not help hug him and my mom. But then ithappened now that you boys are late (OH MAN HERE IT COMES) you have to mowthe lawn and get the flower bed cleand out from weeds because she is goingto refurbish it. BUT what we heard was you cant sleep in the basement. Shelooke at us and said did you hear me. We looked at each other and said WHATat the same time. She repeated what she said and of course we agreed withnooooooooooooo problem. We helped mom get dinner ready which was roast beefmy fave mashed potatoes corn on the cob and rolls. We got the table readyand mom set everything out when we heard the door close with dad comingin. He said he needed to take a shower before dinner and for us to startwithout him. Well we waited anyway and sat there chatting until he camedown. We had dinner and mom told us that desert will be in a couple ofhours (we always waited for desert) so Mike and I went out and I startedmowing and he started on the flower bed. I finished the back yard and Mikedid the front and I finished the flower bed. It took us like an hour and ahalf to do it so we were ready for the desert. We went into the house andright away knew we had to take showers before even thinking of sitting atthe table. When we got to my room Mike realized that he didnt have anyclothes so of course him being a little bigger then me the only thing thatI had that would fit was my tighty whities. Well we werent into sharingunderwear and I ran down and asked mom if she would through his clothes inthe washer for him. She did and I went back upstairs and got my stuff andwent to the shower. When I turned around because I forgot my towel I almostran over Mike. I didnt know he was behind me. I asked what he was doing andhe said going to take a shower. I smiled so big but then asked what he wasgoing to do for clothes. He said he could wear my bathrobe until hisclothes were done. I forgot I had one. Well we got to the bathroom and Iundressed he was already naked of course with just a towel. And we got inthe shower. Now this is where it all started that day. I noticed thatMike’s boner did not go down like normal which mad me rise to theoccasion. I for some reason could not help myself I just reached over andbegan go jack him. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall andlooked like he was in heaven. I did it real slow at first making sure I hitthe tip once and a while to make it jerk in my hand. He seemed like he wasnot in this world. I sped up the motion and his breathing started to getheavier. I could tell that he was about ready to blow and I stoped. Heopened his eyes and looked at me with that WHY DID YOU STOP look. All Icould do was giggle and I reached back over and finished the job. He cameall over my hand and wrist. I had to hold him up for a few min until he gothimself together. After he came down he reached over and grabbed mine and Ipushed his hand away. He looked at me and asked why not. I told him that Iwanted him to feel the pleasure the way I did when he first did me. Hesmiled and hugged me until the water got cold. We both jumped out and driedoff I put on my tighty whities and he put on my bathrobe. When we got to myroom We worked on the puzzle and finished it. It was our favorite cartooncharater ROAD RUNNER. It was about 40 min or so when mom called up and saidthat Mike’s clothes were done. I went down not realizing I was in myunderwear. Mom said to me at least put on shorts when I came down I saidoops sorry and giggled and went back upstairs. When I got there Mike wasnaked on my bed man what a sight. I really never noticed but he was so goodlooking. I wanted to just go over to him and rub my hands all over him. Thefeelings I was having was making me a little nervous I could not controlthem. We got dressed and went down for desert and watched a little tv. Itwas about 9 or so when we headed to the basement I kissed my mom and dadMike gave them each a hug. We both had a great day. When we got to thebasement we forgot the light switch was at the top of the stairs and we hadto go down and turn a light on down there and then shut the other one off.We went into the room and turned on the tv and started to watch and both ofus started to get sleepy. I told Mike I was going to pull out the foldingbed and noticed that mom must have done it already because it had sheetsand everything on it the only thing it didnt have was pillows. I ranupstairs and grabbed the pillows from my room and when I got back Mike waspretending he was asleep but when I got in bed he rolled over and pinchedmy nose. WHY I DONT KNOW. we started to goof around a bit and then settleddown. Now is when things really got going for us. When I asked if he likedwhat I did in the shower he said yes with a big smile. Then he said that wehave been FOOLING AROUND for a little bit now and he liked it alot. Ofcourse I did as well. Mike then said that he heard once of this thingcalled a blow job. I looked at him and said I know what that is and heardof girls doing to boys. YES EVEN BACK THEN. He then moved around on the bedto where his face was at my crotch I asked what he was doing he said hewanted to see what it felt like and before I knew it he had his mouthwrapped around my dick. Well I thought I was going to blow first thing. Itfelt awsome and I know I was moaning. When he stopped he asked me how itfelt well seeing how his crotch was in my face I thought I would show himinstead of telling him. I wrapped my mouth around his dick and did excatlywhat he did to me. I could tell he was in the same state I was he wasmoaning just like I heard myself doing. I stopped and asked him the samequestion he asked me and all he could do was moan. Well you know whathappened next we commence to doing it again and I swear I was on a cloud.The only words I could get out was I am going to cum. He pulled off while I was still on his. I arched my back and out itcame. I didnt know a warm mouth could feel that awasome. I must have shotfour times or more. Next thing I know he arched his back and I pulled offand out came his white spunk all over my face and I didnt care. It feltwarm when it hit. I came down from my orgasm and looked at Mike and noticedthat I shot all over his face as well. When We both came to our sensed Irealized that there was nothing down there to clean up with. I quietly wentupstairs and went into the kitchen and got some paper towels and a trashbag. Went back down and handed some to Mike and we cleaned ourselves up.Without saying a word to each other we drifted off to sleep. When we woke the next morning I looked at Mike both of us still quiet andjust layed there. I had to say something. I came out with are you ok withwhat happened. He looked at me and said yes in a quiet voice then asked meand I did the same. We both smiled at each other and held each other untilwe heard a knock at the door from my mom. I called out and she saidbreakfast was ready and to get our butts up or it goes in the garbage. Wethrough on our shorts and headed upstairs and went to the kitchen. That night changed our lives forever. Now we had plenty of nights during that summer and another first if youwould like to hear any of them just e me with your comments on this one