Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2012 08:20:28 -0600
From: Josh Maxwell <btomandback@gmail.com>
Subject: A Boy Like Me - 7

I woke an hour later, spooned behind Tyler with an arm over his waist the
way a kid sleeps with a teddy bear. He was sleeping back against me like a
very content teddy bear.

Love between adolescent boys is often rooted in friendship and
companionship, and I had never had a good friend other than Jason. Now
Tyler was more than just a friend. Sex at that age is a huge adventure, one
we were on together. His body was a wonder to me, and mine seemed to be to
him. The two of us, alone and away from the condemnation of peers and
society, had found that instant, honest intimacy boys are capable of when
they discover that connecting their bodies can connect their hearts.

My heart, as I lay spooned behind Tyler, felt as rich and warm as Tyler's
body felt against my belly and legs. I lifted my head to look him over one
more time. He was beautiful, from the pale cream color of his fleshy butt
to the gentle curve of his narrow hips to the ruddy pink of the cock and
balls which looked so big on his slender body. His tan had a golden hue
which made the smoothness of his skin look warm. His lean lines and his
boyish scent, and his coloring made me think, "golden boy." I laid my head
back down and nuzzled happily into the back of his hair, enjoying the smell
of it.

Tyler stirred. "You horny again?" he asked sleepily.

"No," I said, rubbing my lap into his butt so that he would feel that I was
only semi-hard. "I like lying naked together," I told him. I brushed my
lips behind his ear. "You've got a perfect body."

"We had this discussion," he murmured sleepily. "We agreed that you were
the one with the perfect body," he said.

"Bullshit!" I murmured into the back of his neck.

He took the forearm I had over his waist and tucked my hand between his
legs. I cupped his balls and felt his flaccid dick against my wrist."

Feeling his dick against the sensitive skin inside my wrist did start my
dick swelling. It slid up on Tyler's butt.

He hummed pleasantly at my fondling and rolled onto his back inside my
arms, lifting and dropping his legs over my hips. He opened his knees wider
and rubbed my hand between his legs using both of his. "I love your hand,"
he said with a sleepy grin.

"My hand loves you," I said, nuzzling in to his cheek. His dick thickened
under my wrist.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked.

"It's already three in the afternoon," I said. I pulled my head back from
him. "Don't you mean, what do we want to do with what's left of the day?"

"We could go to the mall," he suggested. "We can hang out together and
everybody would know we're friends. Hey!" his eyes lit up. "We could go see
a movie and make out in the back of the theater."

"Yeah, right."

"Seriously," he said. "I wanna do that sometime."

"Yeah, in a movie that no one else is going to see," I said. "I have
another idea. We could borrow Jason's Cobra and the two of us could head
over to the motocross track."

His eyes lit up.

"Or, I could turn off my dad's outside security cameras and we could go
skinny dipping," I added as an alternative.

His mouth dropped. "In broad daylight?"

I shrugged. "No one else is here and no one can see into our yard. We'll
just wear our swimsuits down to the pool and take them off in the
water. That way they'll be handy if anybody shows up. Jase and I and some
of his buddies used to do that all the time."

"Really?"

"Why not? It's our pool."

"Did you guys spring boners?"

"All the time. You know the filter outlets, where the water shoots back
into the pool? That feels real good on a boner. We used to each get in
front of one and let the jets to blow on our boners till we came, you know,
dry cum -- That was before we could shoot sperm, so it's been a while since
we did that."

"Did you ever, you know, masturbate each other?"

"Nah. We never touched each other." I poked his ribs. "I will touch you,
though."

Tyler's brow furrowed. "What about Jason? What if he comes back home?"

I propped my head up on my elbow and slid my fondling hand up Tyler's
nearly erect cock. I shrugged. "He's going to have to get used to seeing us
together," I said.

"I don't know," Tyler said doubtfully. "He's pissed right now. And what if
he brings other guys here. I don't want EVERYBODY to know about us."

"We'd hear or see them in time, if we're careful. And as for Jason being
pissed," I said, frowning, "He's going to have to get over it."

"But we don't have to piss him off, Brock," Tyler said "Jason is my friend,
or he was. We're on the same swim team and we have the same friends."

"Yeah, I know." I sighed and rolled to my back. "But now that he knows, I
just want him to accept it. I don't want him to hate me because I'm gay,
and I'm not giving you up."

Tyler rolled over to face me. "He looks up to you, dude. He told me about
you the first day we met on swim team. He told me about how cool you were
and bragged about how tight you two are. Don't you think he'll come
around?"

Tyler saw my expression sadden, and he laid his hand on my stomach. "You're
worried aren't you?"

I shrugged. "Yeah."

Tyler rubbed my belly and cocked his leg over mine. "Sorry," he said.

I wrapped an arm behind his back and pulled him closer. His naked body
soothed my anxiety. "I'm not sorry -- not about you and me," I told
him. "Just about Jason." I drew my fingers up his spine. "It's easy to
forget about everything else when I'm with you." I smiled. "Especially when
we're having sex."

"I'll call my mom," he said. "You wanted me to sleepover, and you need me
with you tonight."

"Yeah."

He grinned and kissed me, then twisted back off me to pick up the phone
which I kept beside my bed. While he dialed to call his mom, he was arched
back from me and his boner pointed up his stretched stomach.

"Hi, Mom," he said.

I grabbed his cock and gave it a firm squeeze, and Tyler gasped.

"Oh, nothing, Mom. I stubbed my toe," he said, trying to pull his hips
back, but I didn't let go.

Tyler stiffled a giggle and tried grabbing my wrist with his free
hand. "Mom," he said, struggling to keep his voice calm, "I'm gonna sleep
over at Jason and Brock's again tonight, okay? We're going to have a big
pool tournament." He flashed me a grin, then frowned as I started stroking
him. He tried to get my hand away, and then grabbed my wrist firmly to stop
me. "Mom," he said. "Don't worry. It's just us guys. I can borrow a change
of clothes if I need to. Jason's should fit. Or I could borrow
Brock's. He's got a big butt, so his shorts would be loose on me." He
grinned.

I raised my eyebrows and fast stroked him. Tyler hummed high and almost
silently.

"Thanks, Mom," he said in a strained voice. "See you tomorrow." He hung up
the phone and with a yell, tried to push me onto my back. We wrestled back
and forth, rolling off the bed onto the floor with a thud.

Tyler jumped up. "Last one to the pool gets fucked!" he yelled, heading
naked for the door with his boner wagging.

"Wait!" I hollered, scrambling to my feet. "Let me turn off the outside
security cameras first and grab my swimsuit, just in case someone shows
up."

Tyler paused, barely. "I'll grab mine from Jason's room," he said, and took
off. Damn, he looked good running naked.

I pulled my swimsuit off a towel bar in my bathroom and ran for the
security closet on the first floor. As I opened the door to lean in, Tyler
passed me coming off the stairs. I powered off the system, slammed the
door, and headed for the back doors. Tyler paused there, but didn't let me
catch up. He flung the doors open and ran out with me on his heals. "Last
one in the pool gets fucked!" he repeated.

"First one in the pool gets fucked!" I hollered back.

That didn't slow him down. He tossed his swim briefs onto a chair and dove
into the pool on the run. I was only a few feet behind him. I tossed my
suit with his, dove in, and caught him by the foot. We grappled. At first,
it was the normal kind of wrestling guys do. When I tossed Tyler back over
my shoulder and into the water he scrambled onto my back, wrapping his legs
around my waist and his arms over my shoulders. I dove under, and reaching
back, I tried dislodging him, but he clung tightly.

I managed to muscle him around to my front. Our legs tangled. We rolled. We
were still under water, and I was running out of breath. Struggling to free
myself, I got to my feet only long enough to catch a breath before Tyler
wrestled me down again.

We went on that way for several minutes, starting to get boners when our
bodies tangled, starting to lose them when struggling hardest. We wound up
mid-pool when Tyler backed me against the wall and covered my mouth with
his. As his tongue probed into my mouth, I grabbed under his butt, pulling
our floating packages together. I extended my legs out from the wall and
Tyler's legs fell outside mine so that underwater, he straddled my
lap. Resting his hands on my shoulders, he leaned back and smiled. I kept
my hold on his hips to keep us together.

"Who's your favorite singer?" he asked.

I told him, and we launched into one of those discussions new friends have
about favorite songs and artists and movies and so on. It struck me as
almost funny that we were talking about things like that after becoming
lovers because that kind of discussion usually comes before. I don't know
how long we talked like that with Tyler comfortably astride my lap, but
eventually, I started to chill from inactivity, so holding Tyler to me by
his butt, I walked us around in the water. He kept hold of the tops of my
shoulders and we talked, growing enthusiastic when we agreed, laughing and
teasing when we did not. Conversations like that are always best when your
balls and dicks are resting together.

I backed him against the wall at a depth were one of the filtration jets
would goose him. Tyler's eyes flew open and he smirked. "Oh, those jets?"
he asked.

"Yep." I let go of his hips, stood him up, and turned him around to face
the wall. Cupping his balls to protect them with one hand, I used the other
to maneuver his dick in the sharp flow of water, and I pushed his hips
forward with my own so that I could get his dick well into it. He grasped
my forearms and looked down to watch me work his dick. He grew hard.

Tyler moaned and laid his head back on my shoulder. I aimed his dickhead
right into the flow, knowing how much that could stimulate.

"Umph!" he backed his hips. "That'll make me come." He stepped to the
side. "Here, you do it. Get yours hard, too." He pushed me in front of the
jet and then reached around to grab my dick like I had done his. When he
did, his erection pressed against my butt. I thought he might want to put
it in, but once I was hard, he turned me around and disappeared under the
water, where his mouth closed over my dick.

Holding me by the hips, he bobbed on my cock, then came up for air with a
grin. "I wanted to try that," he said. "At swim team, coming up on the
wall, if other guys are already there, their packages are floating and I've
just wanted to swim my face into them." He took another breath and went
back under. As he sucked this time, he grabbed my butt in his hands and
lifted my feet off the bottom. Then with his arms wrapped under the small
of my back, he lifted my hips to the surface and came off my dick as it
broke the surface. "Up periscope!" he called, pressing his chest between my
legs. He slung back his wet hair. My dick, however, plopped up my belly as
soon as he released it.

So Tyler took it back into his mouth and backed us through the water to
where the depth was at his chest level. He held me afloat with his arms
under the small of my back and he sucked. I relaxed and enjoyed.

Tyler walked us back and forth. Beneath the surface, he rubbed a finger in
my crack and finding my opening, he inserted it. I arched and Tyler bobbed
on my dick while wiggling his finger inside me. He moved us to the shallow
end and backed me to the steps. I found support on my elbows on the second
step. Tyler released my dick from his mouth and straightened up between my
legs. He moved his hips forward and I felt his dickhead probe for my
opening. So I reached down between my legs, grabbed his dick, and guided it
to the spot. Tyler pushed in and I lay back, a little less relaxed,
perhaps, but mellow.

Tyler thrust slowly, going deeper. When he really started to get into it,
every time he pulled my hips against his thrust, I sloshed forward and
back. "Let me turn over," I said.

Tyler smiled slyly and pulled my bottom tightly to his lap. "Okay," he
said, giving my hips a twist. "Turn over." Obviously, he wanted to stay
inside me while I rotated on his cock.

I thought, why not, and pulling my knees up, I cooperated as he turned me
over by rotating my hips. I held onto the steps for support, and once he
had me floating on my stomach, I extended my legs out to either side of
Tyler's hips. He pulled me tight and ground in, pulling me off the
steps. For the next several minutes, he walked me around in waist deep
water, either holding me up by my hips or with an arm under my waist. I
sculled up with my hands to catch breaths, but otherwise, just relaxed and
enjoyed the feel of his legs against the back of mine and his dick moving
around inside me.

Guys like an element of the experimental in sex, something sports like,
something fun. Maybe that's why guys are always sticking their dicks into
so many new places. Anyway, this was a new position, and Tyler seemed to
like me hanging on his dick.

Eventually he took me to the side of the pool where I could grab onto the
wall to breathe, and where I could get leverage to push my butt back for
him. I planted my feet on the bottom, and Tyler molded his body to my
back. He wrapped his arms under my belly and chest, and used his palms to
feel my abs working as I bucked for him. He thrust. He sucked on the side
of my neck. And somehow, Tyler managed to make it feel like he was climbing
all over my back while all the time grinding his dick up my butt.

Abruptly, his arms tightened hard around my chest and belly. He drove as
far up inside me as he could. His dick throbbed inside my sphincter. My own
dick grew even harder, especially as I thought about it being my turn.

As Tyler relaxed and slid off my back, I pulled him around in front of me,
bent him over the pool wall, and guided my cock between his butt cheeks. I
found his entrance, and drove in.

It didn't take long for me to come as well. When I did, I remained inside
him. Holding his butt to my lap, I pulled him off the wall slowly backed to
the steps where I sat back with him leaning back against me.

I gently washed his belly with pool water and kissed the side of his
neck. My dick slipped out from inside him. He rested back against me, and I
held him. I felt content.

"I don't get it," Jason said sharply.

Tyler and I jumped. Tyler quickly pulled away from me. I had forgotten to
watch the house, and to listen for others coming home. Jason stood over us
frowning.

"You just don't care who sees you, do you?" he demanded.

"We were watching the house," I lied. "And I was listening for cars." I
looked around him. "Anyone else with you?"

"Lucky for you, no," Jason said.

I forced a smile. "Care to swim with us?"

"No," he said sharply. He turned and started back toward the house,
stopped, and came back the few steps he had taken. "I noticed the security
cameras were off when I got home. I turned them back on."

My mouth dropped.

"Don't worry," he said. "I've got the tape." He started to turn again, but
stopped one more time. "I'm going to Kaitlin's house," he announced, and
then he did leave.