Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2012 16:38:35 -0500
From: btomandback@gmail.com
Subject: Davis' House

Davis and I became best friends in elementary school. He had been held back
a year (back when they still did that sort of thing), and I was one of the
youngest in our grade, so he was a year and a half older than me. He
definitely hit puberty first, showing me when he got his first pubes. Soon,
he had a little patch of them.

The summer after he showed me his first pubes, when I got my new swim
briefs for the summer swim team, I was pleasantly surprised by how much my
own dick had grown. The size had sort of snuck up on me. When I tried on my
new team briefs and saw how I filled them, I got a boner; and I got the
boner, I was really impressed -- it pointed so far off to the side it
almost reached my hipbone. Mom hadn't bought me new underwear in ages and I
guess I had slowly stretched my old ones so that I hadn't noticed. But I
had sure noticed my new equipment now.

I started getting boners all the time. I got them wearing my speedos at
home in front of the mirror. I played with my dick almost every time I went
into the bathroom, and was in the bathroom more often. I tried
masturbating, determined to have my first orgasm, but when I did "get the
feelings", nothing came out. That didn't stop me from playing with my dick
or from daydreaming girls, all the time. My family would be watching TV,
and I'd be pretending to sleep on the couch, on my stomach to hide my
erection because I was dreaming about girls.

My daydreams were pretty tame -- I didn't know enough for them to be
otherwise. They were usually about running into a girl on vacation or at
the beach and her coming to me in the night, naked after all the parents
were asleep. I didn't daydream much about the girls I knew because they
were too young and, well, I didn't think any of them would "do it." I had
two younger sisters. The oldest was a pain in the butt and I'd sooner
daydream about strangling her than doing anything sexual. However, my
youngest sister was impish and cute. I tried to "accidently" walk in on her
taking a bath, but she always locked the door.

I did daydream about Lisa, Davis' little sister. She was a year and a half
younger than me and had thick, curly brown hair. Her swimteam suit -- she
and Davis were on the summer swim team, too -- revealed breasts which were
hardly more than pointy nipples, but she had long legs and arms for her
age; and truth was, I hung out at Davis' house at the start of that summer,
partly because of her.

I daydreamed about other girls, though. Girls with breasts. I daydreamed
about them so much that it was driving me crazy.

That changed one afternoon when Davis and I were watching a Cubs game on TV
at his house. They had a daybed kind of couch in their den, and I was on my
stomach with my head toward the TV. Davis was on the daybed behind me. Lisa
was sitting crosslegged in a chair a few feet away, facing the TV.

Okay, at this point, I should tell you that Lisa was really, really
quiet. She just didn't talk much, at least around me. She didn't have a lot
of friends and none lived close by, so she tended to hang around with Davis
and I when Davis let her. He generally let her, I think because their
father had died several years before and he sort of looked after her.

Anyway, that afternoon his mom had gone somewhere. Davis rolled on me,
cocking a leg over my butt. I didn't think much about it. Guys that age, at
least back then, sort of lay all over each other when they were just lying
around. But then I noticed a hardness against my butt. Davis had a hard
on. We were in loose shorts and I felt it clearly.

He rubbed it on me. That annoyed me, sort of, the way I'd get annoyed with
a dog trying to hump my leg. I glanced at Lisa. She was watching from the
corner of her eye. I sorta rolled my eyes, like, "really!" and she looked
away. I had been about to shrug Davis off and suggest we go outside when
Davis literally moved on top of me and the hardness of his boner settled in
my butt crack. I got a surprising little jolt of sensation out of
that. That, and from his breath on the back of my neck. Davis was a bit of
a stud at his age, and the weight of his body actually felt pretty
good. The rubbing in my buttcrack certainly did.

He tried to move without it being obvious what he was doing. But soon I
felt his dick throbbing between my butt cheeks and a moment later, he
hurridly left the room with his hands over his crotch, saying that he had
to hit the john. I felt my butt with my hand because it felt damp, and sure
enough, there was a wet spot. I think Lisa saw it. She flushed a little and
looked away again.

That night, for the first time, I daydreamed about guys instead of girls. I
daydreamed about Davis, actually. I daydreamed about lying on top of him
like he had on me and rubbing my dick in his buttcrack. I stuffed my pillow
under me and humped it, imagining it was Davis' butt. When I came, it was
like I'd never come before. I shot. Reaching down between me and my pillow,
I felt my first viscous boy juice. I rolled to my back and turned on the
light. It was clear on my fingers. I smelled it, and liked how it
smelled. I tasted it, and I thought it tasted okay. My pillow was a mess,
though. I cleaned it and me as well as I could with some tissues, rolled
the pillow over to sleep on, and then went to sleep thinking I was going to
try that again. But maybe with a towel on the pillow.

I started daydreaming about Davis, and another friend, Jeremy, and other
friends. I daydreamed about us in our Speedos rubbing against each other.I
started noticing boys' butts at swim practice; and not just their butts,
but their bodies and faces as well. Changing with everybody for practice
one morning, it finally dawned on me that we could even rub on each otheer
naked.

I kept waiting for Davis to rub on me the way he had before, because I
figured I could roll over under him and we could rub together. But Davis
didn't try. I even lay on the daybed exactly like before. Nothing. So
finally, after waiting for what seemed like a week, I decided to take the
initiative. I got the opportunity one afternoon when he and I were alone at
his house. He was on his stomach on the floor, watching some rerun on TV --
I wasn't paying attention to the TV because I was looking at his butt and
growing hard as a rock, and building up my courage. Finally, I got off the
couch and knelt astride his butt. And then I lay down onto him, pressing my
upturned cock down into his crack.

Davis tensed under me. My cheek was against the back of his hair -- he had
long, sandy-blonde hair -- and I remember thinking he smelled good. Very
slowly, I rubbed my hardon in his crack. His butt cheeks clenched. I rubbed
more firmly. He sort of rubbed his butt up against me.

"You wanna get naked?" I asked in a whisper? behind his ear.

He nodded, silently. Davis wasn't as quiet as his sister Lisa, but he
didn't always say much.

I climbed off and stood up. He rolled onto his butt and his eyes locked
onto the tent in my shorts. He had a boner, too. It pointed up his belly to
the waistband of his shorts. On impulse, I placed my bare foot on
it. Davis' eyelids drooped and his head fell back. I kept my foot there,
rubbing the underside of his cock, and pulled my shirt off.

"Wait," he said. "Let's go to my room."

I stepped back to let him get to his feet. He tented even more than I
did. I followed him with my shirt in my hand, watching his butt flex under
his shorts as he walked. We got into his room, and he locked the door
behind us. He leaned back against it, and his eyes dropped to my tent
again. So I shoved my shorts and underwear off my hips and let them drop to
the floor.

Davis swallowed hard and licked his lips dryly. He pushed down his shorts
and underwear, stepping out of them. Then he stepped up to me in just his
shirt, his dick wagging. He had a good one, too. Thicker and longer than
mine -- mine was, even back then, only on the long side of average. Of
course, at that age, being on the edge of purberty and all, our dicks
seemed huge on our bodies compared to what they had been only a year or two
before. So anyway, I thought his dick looked awesome, literally. He started
stroking it. I started stroking mine.

He stepped even closer. "I'll do yours if you do mine," he said in a thick
voice.

I took my hand from my dick, and he closed his around it. My breath caught
and my jaw dropped. "Shit!" he murmured. I was speechless. His hand felt
incredible.

"Your skin his hot," he said in a whisper. He slid my skin up and down my
shaft and my knees almost buckled. "Shit, you're hard!" he said.

I put my hand on his strong shoulder to steady myself.

"Put your hand on mine," he told me.

So I did. I lifted it on my palm and closed my fingers around it.

Now my dick has always been pretty straight. His had an upward curve, and
it was thick. I immediately noticed the same things about his that he had
notcied about mine -- the heat, the surprising hardness -- but also the
thickness. Hold his dick made mine grow even harder. At least it felt like
it.

We stroked one another, a little awkwardly at first. We're both right
handed, so Davis moved around to my right. His left shoulder went behind my
right shoulder. I felt his chest through his shirt against the back of my
shoulder; he was a little taller than me. I felt his left hand slide onto
my butt. He had a big hand. I liked the feel of it on my butt.

The sides of our heads were almost touching. "Mikey," he asked in a
whisper. "Can we try some other things?"

"Yeah."

"Lay down on my bed."

I was reluctant to let go of his cock, but he let go of mine, so I sat on
the edge of the bed. Davis pulled off his shirt and stepped up to me so
that his dick wagged at my chest. "Get up on the bed, on your back," he
told me.

I backed onto the bed and lay back. Davis pulled my legs apart, and then
climbed onto the bed to kneel between them. "You can't tell anybody about
this," he said, looking down at me.

MY eyes were on that thick cock of his. I shook my head. "No, dude. I'm not
gonna tell anybody."

"I'm serious," he said.

"Yeah. Me, too."

He nodded. His eyes dropped to my cock, which was pointing up my belly, and
he bent down over it. I heard him sniff. His lips touched the underside of
my dick and my dick jumped. He lifted my dick and stuck his tongue out,
touching my glans. I felt the wetness of his tongue. He bent lower and I
felt his mouth close around my dick. I grabbed handfuls of bedspread. Davis
sucked, and it felt good. But neither of us knew what we were up to. As he
sucked, though, his tongue rubbed under my dick. That felt real good. I
moaned.

Davis stopped, and holding my wet dick in his hand, he looked up at me. He
wiped his mouth with the back of his other hand.

"How is it?" I asked.

He grinned. "Awesome."

Releasing my cock, he moved up over me, supporting his weight on his hands
like he was doing a push up. His cock laid onto mine. He rubbed it
there. Supporting his weight on his left hand, he closed his right around
both of our cocks. He tried stroking them together. It didn't do much for
me and I don't think it did for him either. He went back onto both hands
over me and rubbed my cock and balls with his. His legs were between mine
so all our contact was right there at our equipment. He pumped his hips and
our cocks wobbled.

He lowered himself down onto me. As his face came close, his eyes dropped
to my lips. It was like something off TV; I knew he was going to kiss
me. I'd never even kissed a girl, much less a boy. When his lips touched
mine, I closed my eyes. Our lips pressed. My lips responded. Soon we were
really kissing. He grabbed my shoulders and I wrapped my arms over his
back. Our dicks pressed between us. I felt his balls drape mine.

Davis pressed his cheek to mine and his breath rasped in my ear. I was
rasping a bit myself, The two of us started making the soft grunts of kids
being pleasured. He ground his pelvis on mine and my hands drifted down his
back to grab onto his butt. I could feel his muscles moving, but his skin
there was baby-soft.

I know that starting out it's supposed to feel better on top, but honestly,
Davis on top of me was incredible. The weight of his firm naked body on
mine, his hips grinding between my legs, the feel of his butt flexing in my
hands, the press of his balls on mine, our dicks rubbing between our
bellies, his breath on my neck... I completely zoned out. Davis humped and
grunted, and I think I actually started gurgling.

My hands roamed his back, feeling his muscles. My hips ground, too, but
Davis was driving, and he drove me into an orgasm; the very first orgasm
that someone else had given me. He gave it to me good. I pressed my face
hard against his and clutched the back of his shoulders. I started
whimpering and Davis grunted harder, almost growling. Things got wet
between our bellies.

He slowed. He stopped. The skin of our wet bellies slid with our rapid
breathing. Davis pushed up and rolled off me onto his back.

"I can't believe we did that," he murmured.

"Yeah," I agreed.

He sat up and got the box of tissues from his bedside. He pulled out
several for himself and handed the box to me. I pulled out several. We
cleaned ourselves silently. I was embarrased by what had happened and the
intensity of it. I felt guilty because it was, well, gay. Davis got up and
tossed his tissues in his trash, I did the same. We dressed without saying
a word.

We went out to their den. I thought about going home. But then I thought
that if I did, I might not be able to face Davis again. It seemed better to
stick around for some normal time. It was hot outside and the den was the
coolest room in their house because of a window air conditioning unit. The
TV was showing old movie. I lay down on the day bed. Davis lay down on the
floor. I fell asleep.

We woke when his mom came home. She walked through the den and said, "Hi!"

I realized it was late. "I should go," I said, getting up from the couch.

Davis got to his feet, too, and nodded. He glanced toward the kitchen where
his mom had gone, then came close to me. Real close. My dick started
getting hard, instantly. "Mikey," he whispered. "How about sleeping over
here tonight?"

My dick got harder. The regrets I felt earlier after we did what we did
quickly faded from my memory.

"We can sleep naked," he whispered. "If you want to."

I nodded.

Davis grinned, glanced toward the kitchen, then gave me a quick peck on the
lips. Our faces lingered close together, and I got really hard. But his mom
was like, right there in the kitchen. So I gave him a parting smile, and
when I did, I realized that I felt sort of happy.

I went out the front door just as Lisa came up the steps. Her eyes locked
on the bulge in my pants. I turned away, too late. "Hi, Lisa!" I called,
jumping off the side of the steps. "Bye, Lisa!"

2.

I was back before supper, and as we set the table for supper, Davis kept
grinning. I finally whispered to him, "Quit smiling or your mom will know
we're up to something."

He laughed and motioned for me to follow him. I did to his room, and he
locked the door behind us. Then he pulled down the front of his shorts, and
his erection popped out. "Look! I've been hard ever since you left!"

Staring at it, I began to get hard, too. I pulled down the front of my
shorts like he had done.

Davis stepped up to me and grabbed my growing boner. I grabbed his. We
stroked. His dick was just as warm as earlier, maybe warmer -- it felt
really hot. "I've been thinking," he whispered in my ear. "Let's try a
sixty-nine."

"What's that?"

He nodded toward the bed. "You lay one way and I lay the other and we suck
each other's dicks at the same time. Want to try it?"

I was ready to try anything by that point. "Do we have time?"

"Maybe. We can leave our shirts and shoes on. Just pull down your pants."
He knelt up on the bed and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his
knees. His butt was as hairless as mine, but lean and muscled. I had more
of a bubble butt. Davis lay down on his side and waved his dick at me as he
scooted back on the bed to make room for me. "You lay the opposite
direction so your dick is in my face and mine's in yours."

So I did like Davis had done. I knelt up on the bed, pushed my shorts and
underwear down to my knees, and then lay down facing him, scooting so that
his dick was like he said, in my face; and my dick was in his. He grabbed
mine before I had even settled.

I got my first close-up look at his big, fat, upward curving dick. Davis
had pale skin, but his dick and balls were deeply pink. It made them look
bigger. The pubes in tight little patch had some red highlights.

His scent hit me -- mild and slightly tangy like boys in early adolesence
sometimes get. I liked it. I took a deep breath close to his scrotum. I
hadn't touched his balls yet, so I did. The skin of his scrotum was soft
and moist. I lifted an egg-shaped testicle on my fingers. It struck me that
Davis with his smooth ivory legs and ruddy balls and dick was actually sort
of pretty down there in an exciting sort of way.

Davis mouth closed around my dick. His mouth was warm, like his
dick. That's what I'll always remember about Davis -- how warm his body
always was. He sucked me into his mouth, and I closed my eyes and my head
rolled, face first into his balls with a "Mumph!"

He pulled off long enough to say, "Suck mine, too."

It was difficult to concentrate with him sucking my dick like that, but I
closed my hand around the base of his warm dick and sucked up his like he
had mine. He tasted slightly salty, but mainly I remember how surprisngly
little taste there was and how rubbery his dick felt in my mouth. And he
was a pleasant mouthful. I got into it pretty quickly. He must have leaked
some precum because I soon got that salty, astringent taste going on the
back of my tongue. I liked it.

Davis sucked and I sucked and I got happy as a kid on a tit -- well
happier, actually. I was happy at both ends. I liked sucking Davis. I
really did. And I sure as hell liked him sucking me.

It's funny how contented I felt. Maybe it has something to do with the
sucking reflex. My dick felt like it was getting harder and harder because
of Davis' sloppy sucking, At the same time, I was sucking him deeper and
deeper into my mouth. Neither of us really knew much about what we were
doing, of course. For example, we didn't know to bob our heads. But we did
learn what magic a tongue could do; we learned that right away.

I came first, but hadn't finished before Davis started shooting into my
mouth. I swallowed naturally enough, and Davis' stuff didn't taste bad. His
semen was pretty clear back then like mine was.

We continued sucking, gently. naturally, until we relaxed pretty
completely. I almost dozed off with his dick in my mouth, but then Davis
rolled away onto his back. "We should get back out there," he said. "Mom's
gonna be looking for us."

So I got to my feet and pulled my shorts up. Davis did the same. He nudged
me. "You've got a great dick," he said.

"So do you," I told him.

He grinned. "Really?"

"Yeah."

He touched my chest lightly, almost like a girl might. "I'd been thinking
about us doing stuff like this for a long time, Mikey," he told me. "I
can't believe we're actually doing it. Do you like it?"

"Well, yeah!"

He looked into my eyes with this sort of earnest look, and leaned in to
give me a soft kiss on the lips. I had this feeling that Davis was getting
a crush on me.

I wasn't entirely ready to be gay, though. Lisa wore an old t-shirt to
supper. It was a little tight on her, and I kept checking out the small
mounds on her chest. They drew my eyes. I didn't really look much at Davis'
mom, though. She was pretty hot for her age, but I wasn't really into
MILFs. Never have been.

Lisa snuck peaks at me, and I wondered if she'd caught me checking out her
rack-to-be. Or, did I have cum on my face or something. I felt over my face
but everything felt normal.

One of the things I had liked about sleeping over at Davis' house was that
his mom and sister liked to stay up late, and I liked to stay up
late. Davis, though, liked sleeping. That night, he didn't wait for even
his normal bedtime, but instead, dragged me off to his bedroom really
early.

"We're tired, Mom," he told her when he gaver her a good night kiss. "Did a
lot today and got a big workout in the morning."

Lisa glanced in my direction because she knew I liked to stay up late and
that swim practice wasn't going to be anything special. I shrugged. Her
eyes went to Davis' shorts. He had a boner. I just hoped his mom didn't
notice.

We brushed teeth, and took a bedtime whiz -- Davis had trouble because of
his hard on. I had one, too, by the time we got to his room and he locked
the door behind us. We stripped in a flash. Davis pulled back the covers on
his bed and motioned me to get in. "I'll get the light," he said.

So I crawled into the bed and Davis turned out the light. The hall light
was on, brightly, and light from under the door glimmered off Davis'
hairless body as he padded to the bed and crawled in beside me. He pulled
the covers over us and pressed his naked body to mine.

He kissed me, and I kissed back. Davis crawled on top of me and pushed his
tongue into my mouth. My boner got even harder. Davis liked kissing, and he
was damn good at it for a kid. Like we had done that afternoon, I opened my
legs to him and he settled between them, pressing our dicks between us,
pressing his balls down on mine. I ran my hands up and down his back to
feel his muscles as he ground his dick beside mine. Our tongues went back
and forth between mouths.

We ground. We kissed. I came. Davis came. But he stayed on top of me. We
talked in whispers about how good it felt and whether Jeremy Barnes might
do stuff like this with us because he was hot (Davis' words), and things
like that. I never got completely soft and neither did Davis. There was
something magical about how our naked bodies fitted together with him on
top of me. We were soon kissing and grinding again.

I came a second time, but not Davis. He kept going and I stayed hard and
actually came again, right before he finally did. I had to work to come
that time; it felt like my balls were coming up through my dick. Davis
relaxed on me and I stroked his back and we fell asleep with him still on
top of me.

I woke in the night with Davis spooning me from behind and there was
something comfortable about us sleeping that way. I woke again later laying
half-on Davis, my leg over his, my arm across his chest, and my face
nuzzled in to the side of his neck. His arm was behind me and his hand
rested on my hip.

I woke in the morning just after sunrise because Davis was kissing me. He
rolled me onto my back and we went again. We came after a while, but our
hardons didn't go down because we needed to piss.

I wasn't much more than a kid, actually. I barely had any pubic hair. But
it was honestly one of the most pleasant nights of sex in my life. It was
definitely a good way to start my sex life. It gave me good expectations as
to how exciting, and yet comfortable and intimate, sex with a friend can
be. I think if it had been any different, then the regrets I had earlier
the day before might have come back. As it turned out, I had no regrets
that morning.

I did, however, have a sticky body. So did Davis. His mom never said
anything about the sheets, probably because teenage boys have wet dreams
anyway. We tried to remember to keep a washrag or two handy after that.

3,

Davis' mom was a teacher, and though she stayed home that summer, she was
often away. When Lisa was around, Davis basically ignored her. It's not
like he kissed me in front of her or anything like that, but we did do some
pretty sexy wrestling.

I think I would have been happy just frotting (that is, grinding cocks
together) with Davis on top of me forever, with maybe an occassional
sixty-nine for variety, but Davis wanted to try something else. He
mentioned it once when we were humping away on each other, but I was too
busy to think about it.

He brought it up again a few days later on an afternoon when his mom and
Lisa were out. We had just stripped naked in his room, stroking and looking
each other over. "Want to try buttfucking?" he asked.

My eyes dropped to that big cock of his. "I don't know," I said doubtfully.

"You can do me first," he offered. "And if you don't like it, we don't have
to do it."

Well, I had been looking at his butt a lot more lately. So I bit my lip and
nodded.

"Great! We'll need some Vaseline."

I never did ask how he knew that. It wasn't from trying it with anybody
before because I was his first just like he was mine. He disappeared down
the hall to his mom's bathroom and came back with his boner wagging and a
small container of Vaseline in his hand.

"Here," he said, pulling off the lid. "Put some on your dick."

Hesitantly, I swiped a small amount onto my fingers.

"Rub it over the end and down the sides," he told me.

I did. He took some and rubbed it into his bottom. Then he set down the
Vaseline and dropped down to all-fours on the floor.

If I hadn't been hard before, I would have gotten instantly hard looking at
Davis' waiting, naked, butt. His deep pink balls hung down between his
white legs, and the cheeks of that smooth, white, muscled butt were
slightly apart. I almost dove onto him.

Dropping to my knees, I placed the end of my dick on his pucker. Holding it
firmly in place, I pushed my hips forward. My glans or dickhead is bigger
than my shaft. It popped inside and the tight ring of Davis' sphincter
closed behind it.

"Oh," he murmured.

"Is it okay?"

"Yeah. Just feels weird."

"Looks weird," I told him. Actually, it looked hot. I eased my hips forward
and watched as my shaft disappeared inside him. At the same time, I felt
his tightness ease down it. He was hot inside. "Oh," I murmured.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

I pulled my hips back and pushed them forward, feeling his tightness pass
up and down. "Yeah," I told him. "It feels good."

I pushed all the way in until just a little spot of my dick showed between
his butt cheeks. It felt so good, I ground in and his tightness squeezed
the base of my shaft. "Oh, shit!" I murmured. I made a tentative pump or
two, and then instinct took over, and I began to thrust.

Fucking is different from frotting and it's different from sucking,
too. Fucking, going balls deep, was awesome. It was amazing to watch my
dick while at the same time experiencing the sensations. But as the
sensations grew, I quit watching and bent over Davis. I wrapped my arms
under him, hugging on. I started humping in earnest, driving in each little
thrust. Soon my lap was making slapping sounds against Davis' butt. My
thrusting drove Davis down onto his stomach, taking me with him. When my
legs fell outside his, his butt fit under my loins perfectly. I slid my
arms up under his shoulders, grabbed on, and fucked.

I know I grunted. Davis was grunting, too. It felt unbelievable. When I
came, the sensation of pumping my cum deep inside him was like the perfect
ending. When I was done, I collapsed onto him.

"That," I murmured, "was fucking awesome."

"I want to try," Davis said.

Reluctantly, mostly because I felt so mellow, I pushed up off him and onto
my knees. Davis got to his feet, and his dick was still rock hard. It
wagged over to where he had set down the Vaseline, and back. He knelt
beside me and held out the jar for me to take some and rub it into my butt
while he rubbed some on that fat dick of his.

"Mikey," he said quietly. "I want to try it different? I mean, when I lay
on top of you and we rub our dicks together, I wonder what it would be like
if I were inside you."

"You want me to lay on my back?"

"Yeah. You can get on the bed if you want, but don't get Vaseline on the
bedspread."

"Get the washrag," I told him. "We can put it under my butt."

We got to our feet. I lay down on his bed onto my side, then pulled my legs
up so I could roll to my back without getting my butt on the bed. I held my
knees to my chest and waited for Davis.

He grinned. "Hold on," he said. He grabbed one of his pillows, covered the
middle with the washrag, and shoved it under my butt. I set my feet down on
the bed.

"Not yet," Davis said. "Keep your legs up until I put my dick in."

I pulled my legs back up and Davis scooted his dick up to my butt.

What makes a dick hard to take is the width more than the length. I was
young and limber, and usually young guys can take each other pretty well,
but I was a virgin and that cock of Davis' was thick for our ages.

"Shit! Shit!" I said when he started to push in. "Take it out!"

Davis pulled out. "Did it hurt?" he asked in surprise.

"Yeah it hurt!" I said, catching my breath.

"I'll go slower," Davis promised.

"I'm not so sure," I told him, reaching down to feel my butt. I touched
myself tenderly. My sphincter was so slippery that my finger slipped in. I
rubbed it around inside. I'd never done that before.

"Yeah," Davis encouraged. "Get your bottom all relaxed."

He must have seen that I wasn't exactly relaxing. "Here," he said. "I'll do
it."

I pulled my finger out and let Davis slip his in."Relax," he told me.

I closed my eyes and laid my forearm across them. I did my best to relax my
stomach and insides. Thinking back on it, Davis was surprisingly gentle and
patient for a guy his age. He moved his finger in and out with one hand and
gently rubbed on my balls and dick with his other. Not only did I relax,
but I began to get hard again. I felt his breath on my balls. He licked
them. But he didn't suck me. I didn't blame him; my dick had been up his
butt.

He rubbed his finger in my butt and licked my balls and stroked my dick
until it was hard. He nuzzled under my balls, rubbing his chin and nose on
my perineum. I started feeling a lot better. I think having a hardon helped
because Davis begin touching something inside me that really felt good to
have touched. "Umm," I murmured.

He pulled out and then put his finger back in. It felt thicker. I peeked
from under my arm.

"I'm using two fingers," he told me.

I nodded and closed my eyes again. I moaned softly when it felt good. When
Davis pulled his fingers out again, I guessed he was about to try his dick
again, and I purposely kept my insides relaxed. Davis rested his hand from
my balls and dick as I felt the dull thickness of his cockhead press at my
opening.

He pushed in and I gritted my teach but kept my bottom relaxed. After what
felt like minutes, I finally felt Davis' lap against my bottom. "It's all
the way in," he said.

"Oh, yeah. I can tell."

"You okay."

"Might be. Take it easy."

Davis held me steady with a hand on the underside of my left thigh, and I
felt his dick slide in and out. He rubbed my dick and stroked it as he
ground his lap against my bottom. I could feel him moving around inside. He
hit that spot again. "It's feeling better," I told him.

Davis made longer strokes and picked up speed.

"That actually feels okay." I told him.

He pulled my arm from across my eyes, and I looked up at him. "You feel
really good inside, Mikey."

"So did you." I dropped my feet out to the sides. "It's starting to feel
good, sort of. Did it feel good inside when I did it to you?"

"It was okay."

Davis leaned forward over me. I looked down between us and could see his
belly muscles working. He bent down onto me, slipping his palms under my
back. We made adjustments. He ground into me, and we made more
adjustments. He wrapped his arms under me, and I wrapped my arms over
him. I hooked my heels over the backs of his legs, and the magic fit was
back. Our embrace became a writhing ball. Davis thrust and ground into my
butt and his pubic bone rubbed on my sensitive perineum. I rubbed my dick
up against his taut belly and our tongues probed one another's mouth. He
felt better and better inside me. He drove in some thrusts and I arched
back under him. Davis held my chest up to his as his hips pumped. He sucked
on my neck, my jawline, my lips.

We were young, but we had instincts and we followed them. Damn, it was
good!

Davis pumped. We rolled this way and that with me in his embrace. He made
me come before he did, shooting up between our bellies, and when he came,
and I got all slippery inside, he pulled me upright in his lap and we
kissed until his softening dick slipped out of me.

He laid me down again, and bent over me. I had made him a man, I guess. He
had certainly fucked like one. He kissed over my body while my insides
relaxed and my breathing returned to normal.

He rested on top of me the way I liked for a while, and then we dressed
because his mom was due home.

These days, when I'm with another guy, I like to top. That is unless the
fit is like it was with Davis and me. Davis could top me all he wanted, and
over the next few days, he did. My butt got used to it, and I loved it.

For years afterward, the smell of Vaseline gave me a hardon.

4.

It was a good summer. After those first few days of sexing one way or
another every chance we could get, we eased back into our regular
friendship, more or less. We were had swim team and had other buddies on
the team we also hung with. Don't get me wrong, though -- we still had
sex. A lot.

I slept over at his house at least a time or two a week. Davis would drag
me off to bed early so we could have sex. I had a neighbor with a great
swiming pool and no dogs, so twice We "camped out" in a tent in my back
yard and stole into the neighbors swimming pool to skinny dip well after
midnight. We played with each other underwater. We also butt-fucked each
other underwater, and that's how we discovered you could do it standing up.

One evening, in the public pool, away from some of the lights, we backed to
a corner and I pulled down the back of Davis' swimsuit and the front of
mine and slid my dick up in him, right there in the public pool. It was
full of kids and I didn't think anyone was paying attention. With my dick
up his but, I just sort of hung onto Davis' back. I noticed one of the
lifeguards, and older boy I recognized from church, keeplooking at us, and
once when his eyes met mine, he grinned at me. Davis' little sister Lisa
was there that night, and I caught her watching us from the opposite side
of the pool. I pulled out of Davis and pulled up our suits.

Trying sex in different places like pools, and once in a john, was sort of
exciting, but the best times were still when it was just Davis and me alone
in his room, naked, and fitting our bodies together.  Davis liked doing it
different ways, but I still preferred being on my back with Davis on top of
me, either frotting with me or with his dick working inside my rectum. I
felt like I was becoming gay. There were times I felt like a girl and Davis
was the boy, and it bothered me that I liked that feeling in a way. But I
did like it, and when it was just him and me, we moaned and groaned and
made slapping noises and slurped noisily because the sounds somehow made it
seem more like real sex and us like real lovers.

However, we weren't always alone when we thought we were. Once or twice, I
thought I heard someonoe on the other side of the bathroom door, which
could only have been Lisa. Once, I got up from butt fucking Davis and
opened his bathroom door just as the door to the den closed.

I suppose I should describe that part of house a little more at this
point. Like I said, Davis' mom was a high school teacher, and single
parent, so she wasn't rich. Their house was small. Their mom had her own
bathroom off from her bedroom. The other bathroom opened off the den for
guests, but had a second door that opened to Davis' room. People were
supposed to keep the doors closed and knock before entering, but you always
had to be prepared for one or other of the doors to be left open. From the
den, a little hallway also led back around to Davis' other door, as well as
to Lisa's bedroom, and to their Mom's bedroom.

I wasn't used to knocking on the bathroom door when going from Davis'
bedroom because you could usually hear if someone was in there. A couple of
times the door was locked and I knew Lisa was using it.

In mid August, my parents decided to visit my grandparents in Nebraska. I
totally did not want to go, partly because my grandfather always seemed to
think I was there to do chores, and partly because the last swim meet of
the season was going to be on the day my parent were to leave, and mainly
because of Davis. I talked them into letting me stay with Davis' mom for
the week. It was one of the few times they let me talk them into something
like that, but I think they knew I was having a terrific summer; though, of
course, they didn't know all the reasons why it was so terrific. Anyway
they let me stay.

The meet went well. Lisa was on the swim team, too, and as she and a couple
other girls from her age group went up for medals, the guys and I discussed
how their chests seemed a little flatter at the beginning of the summer
from how they looked now. They were getting mounds. And curves. Like I
indicated earlier, Lisa was one of those girls who was all legs and arms
when she was a kid, and her swimsuit had those high leg holes on the sides
so her legs looked even longer. She had nice legs. What I also noticed was
that her hips had rounded a little. That night, Davis didn't drag me off to
bed early for a change, and Lisa had a friend of her own sleeping over. So
we stayed up late playing games and watching movies. For once, Lisa talked
more than normal. She was really happy for how she did at the swim
meet. When I sat next to her on the couch, our legs rested against each
other, and she didn't pull her leg away.

It was maybe two afternoons later, if I remember correctly. that Davis and
I were helping his mom with some things she wanted to do in the back
yard. Some friends of Lisa's were over earlier, but they had left, and I
thought Lisa had left with them.

I needed to pee, so I went inside. I went through the back door, and I was
shirtless and barefoot, so I guess I was quiet. I wasn't trying to be; I
just wasn't thinking about it. I pulled open the door from the den to the
bathroom, and there was Lisa, sitting naked on the john. She stiffened with
her hands between her legs. I had the distinct impression that she had been
rubbing herself.

She froze. I froze... well except for my jaw hitting the floor.

"Oh, sorry," I stammered, backing out. "Wait." I came back in and closed
the door behind me. "Can I see," I said. I'm not sure what came over me
because I wasn't that bold a kid. Maybe it was because Lisa was always
around. I told her, "I haven't seen a girl naked since my little sisters
were babies."

Lisa stared. One finger moved in her hand, and it looked like she pulled it
out from inside her pussy. I forgot to breathe.

"I'll show you mine," I offered, trying to think.

Lisa's mouth, which had been hanging slightly open, closed; and she
swallowed. I took it for a yes, and pushed down my pants and underwear to
the tops of my thighs. Holding them there, I stepped up to where Lisa was
sitting. My dick began to rise.

Lisa stared at it. Then, tentatively, she pulled a hand from between her
legs and cupped it under my dick. Her eyes widened. She closed her hand
around my thickening tube and it just plain hardened up. It pointed right
between her eyes.

"It's bigger than it looks in your swimsuit," she whispered.

"I hide it when it gets hard."

Lisa shook her head. "I've seen it like this under water. Your speedos have
gotten real see-through."

"Oh?" I was blown away. This was almost more than she had said to me at one
time, ever, and it was to let me know she oggled me underwater?

She lifted my dick higher, looking under it at my balls. She pulled her
other hand from between her legs and felt my scrotum between her thumb and
forefinger with growing confidence. "Your skin is soft," she whispered. "So
is mine."

She stood, and because of me standing so close, she pulled my dick up
between us. She had less pubes than I did -- like none at all. There was
just a slight mound over her pubic bone and a slit beneath. She pushed her
hips back and pulled my dick down to rub my dickhead against her
pussy. "See?" she said, "I'm soft there, too."

"Oh!" I murmured, my knees growing weak.

Her hand tightened on my dick she she rubbed my glans against her
labia. She rocked slightly on her feet. Her labia were damp, probably from
what she had been doing.

"You're warm," I whispered.

"You, too." Her hips came forward and my dick slipped between her legs. She
held the top of my dick up under her pussy. Her fingers pushing up on the
underside of my dick made my knees weak. Our bodies almost came
together. Our faces were close. I kissed her lips.

Just then, we heard Davis and his mom talking. It sounded as if they were
coming in from the backyard.

"Oh," I grunted, pulling back and scrambling to get my shorts up. Lisa's
shorts and shirt lay on the sink counter. She grabbed them up as I got
ready to leave by the door to the den.

"Lisa," I whispered. "After Davis goes to sleep tonight, I'll come to your
room." I didn't wait for an answer. I left, closing the door behind me and
hurried to the kitchen. Davis and his mom were getting ice water. I quickly
took a seat at the kitchen table to hide my erection.

At supper that evening, I kept sneaking glances at Lisa, but she wouldn't
look at me. It looked like she blushed a time or two. Had I lost my chance
with her? Had the moment passed?

I was worried that Davis would want to stay up late I didn't need to
worry. We hadn't had sex since the night before, and he was horny. We had
taken turns showering earlier (we didn't try showering together when his
mom was home). As soon as we brushed teeth, he shoved me into his room,
closing the bathroom door behind us. Laughing, he wrestled me onto his bed,
pulled my shorts and underwear off, and dove onto my cock with his
mouth. He managed to keep a mouthlock on it while he got me hard and pulled
off his own shorts and underwear. I pulled off my shirt. He rose up on his
knees and pulled off his, and then fell onto me. We got quiet when his
mouth covered mine and we began to grind.

We came that way, and I thought we might be done, at least for a while, but
Davis was in an affectionate mood. He nuzzled my neck and face and
continued to grind our dicks between us, slowly, casually. He kept both of
us hard. I didn't know what to expect with Lisa, or whether she would even
let me in her room later, but I didn't want to come again. I wanted to
wait.

Davis had other ideas. He retrieved the small medicine bottle he kept a
private stash of Vaseline in and smeared some into my butt. As he did so,
he played with my butt and with my perineum in ways he knew I liked. He
spread a little more Vaseline on his dick -- it didn't take nearly as much
these days -- and positioned himself at my bottom. He drove in. I arched
back like I usually did. It was a reflex, but he liked when I arched
back. It turned him on. So I did it. He wrapped his arms under the small of
my back, and pulled me upright into his lap.

My legs went out along his sides and my cock rested on the smooth skin of
his belly. My face was slightly higher than his, so I covered his mouth
with mine and wrapped my arms around his head. I rubbed my dick on his
belly and that rode me on his dick. We tongue wrestled and I bounced until
he rose on his knees, carrying me with him, and fell forward onto me. We
made our usual tight ball, but this time, Davis went slower than normal. He
didn't just pound away, but ground into me, and I moved with him.

I didn't intend to come; I just couldn't help it. Davis came not long
after. He stayed on me and snuggled dozily, obviously intending to go to
sleep that way. In fact, I think he fell asleep before his dick slipped out
of me. I was ready to fall asleep myself. I was pretty well spent by
then. I struggled to stay awake, but it was awfully comfortable with Davis
on top of me like that because We often fell asleep that way. I think I
might have dozed a little when I heard Lisa in the bathroom. It sounded
like she was brushing her teeth.

The time actually seemed a little early for her. I hoped that was a good
sign.

I heard her mom go down the hall and go into her room. Her door closed. She
always closed it to change for bed, but she didn't always sleep with it
closed. I would need to wait to be sure she had either left it closed, or
had gone to sleep.

Eventually, the light went out in the bathroom and I heard Lisa go out the
other door and come back through the hall to her room. Her door closed. I
shifted like I normally did when we changed positions and Davis rolled to
one side, keeping an arm over my chest.

I waited.

The memory of that afternoon and the feel of Lisa's fingers on my dick and
the softness of her pussy on my glans started to revive me. My hand went to
my dick and balls. I played with them and imagined that Lisa might even let
me put my dick inside her. The house grew still. Davis was a hard sleeper
and by then, he was dead to the world. I slipped out from under his arm,
picked up my shorts, but not my underwear, and slipped into the bathroom --
if Davis woke, which he wasn't going to do, I could say I was just going to
use the bathroom.

He didn't even stir. Once in the bathroom, I pulled on my shorts and
carefully opened the door to the den. I left the door open behind me and
tiptoed to the hall. It was fairly dark, but I could see that their mom's
door was closed. I listened. I thought I heard soft snoring from that
direction. I went to Lisa's door, opened it as quietly as I could, and
slipped inside.

There was more light in her room. It came in through the open drapes of her
window from a backyard light next door. There was a bush in the way, so
there wasn't too much light, but I could see Lisa in her bed. She had her
bedcovers up, but I could see the outline of her body. It looked to me like
her hands were between her legs again. Her eyes were open. I went to her
bed, lifted the covers and crawled in beside her. I had already thought of
the first words I wanted to say. "Let's get naked like this afternoon," I
whispered.

Lisa pushed the covers down to her legs. She was already naked.

"Wow!" I mouthed wordlessly. I slid closer to her and she rolled up on her
side to face me. Those small mounds of hers mounded a little more between
her arms. I shimmied out of my shorts, kicking them on down past my feet
and moved closer so that my dick almost touched her. Her eyes were on mine,
and I swear she had a hungry look. I didn't realize that girls could want
sex, and least not like guys, and certainly not a girl Lisa's age. But she
had already gotten herself worked up before I got there, and she looked,
well, needy.

We gazed into one another's eyes. I grabbed the base of my cock and scooted
closer, intending to rub my glans on her pussy like earlier. I looked down
between us just long enought to aim, and when my dick pressed at the top of
her slit, I looked up at her again. Her eyes drooped and I rubbed around
with my dickhead, trying to work into her slit. Lisa opened her legs,
cocking her top one over my hip.

That gave me a better angle to rub the length of her slit with my dick. I
kept my eyes on hers as I moved my glans up and down her labia. She moved
her hips, rubbing her labia on my glans.

Sliding my dickhead up and down between the lips of her pussy, I found her
opening. It took me a moment because it was lower down than I
expected. When I did find it, I eased my dickhead in.

She was damp down there, but not very damp, and my dick didn't go in very
far. I didn't know about hymens, so I thought maybe she was tight like my
butt was the first time Davis tried to put his dick into me. I wasn't about
to go get the jar of Vaseline, but I remembered that Davis had used some on
my butt earlier (that wasn't difficult to remember because I was still
slippery between my butt cheeks.) I reached behind me and drew my fingers
up my butt crack. I probably got as much persperation as leftover Vaseline,
but my fingers were wet. I quickly rubbed them over my glans and down my
shaft. Then I repositioned.

Lisa didn't have much of a hymen. She might have lost some of it playing
with herself. Anyway, with my dickhead wet, I worked it in. Her breath
caught and I stopped. But then she wiggled her hips. I pushed in as far as
I could, and the tight, soft sheath of her vagina opened and slid down over
my glans and down my shaft.

I rocked my hips and moved inside her. She grabbed my shoulder, moaned
softly, and her eyes closed. I pumped. But we were on our sides, and I
couldn't go as deep as I wanted. So staying inside her, I rolled on top of
her, rolling her to her back.

Her eyes opened and met mine again. Her mouth dropped as I made it almost
all the way insideand my balls rested on the top of her leg. I wiggled my
hips and she spread her legs out. My hips settled between her thighs, and I
went balls deep into bliss on a dick. If I hadn't come twice already that
night, I would have come for sure.

Buried in her, I lowered my lips to hers. I was going to make her feel like
Davis made me feel. I probed into her mouth with my tongue. Lisa
groaned. She closed her eyes and ran her tongue over mine. I began to
thrust with my hips. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her palms
flat on my lower back.

I wrapped my arms under her and kissed her as I pumped. Her bed was quieter
than Davis' and I realized I had gotten used to the sexiness of Davis' bed
squeaking, but it was good hers didn't; not with her mother down the hall.

That didn't mean that Lisa remained quiet. She gasped and whimpered
softly. I had barely gotten going when she grabbed me by the butt with both
hands and tensed up under me. Her insides pulsed, squeezing my dick. That
was something else I didn't know -- that girls could come. It was like a
premature ejaculation. I know that at that age, guys often fire off too
fast, but that night, it was Lisa. She had absolutely gotten worked up
before I ever got there.

Lisa arched back under me and I understood why Davis thought it was hot
when I did that under him. Her fingers dug into my butt. Her legs squeezed
me between them, and her insides milked my dick; or would have if I had
been coming yet.

I stopped thrusting when her hands pressed down on my butt hard to stop
me. So I did, but I stayed inside her. I did like Davis did me when he
stayed inside. I kissed her face and her neck. I also did something that
Davis did not do to me. I felt over the small mounds of her breasts with my
hand. Her skin was soft. Her small breasts fitted my palm and I cupped one
as I kept her mouth covered with mine until slowly, I began to move my hips
again.

Lisa responded, kissing back and sliding her hands up my back and down to
my butt. I ground down into her and she ground back. Her vagina was very
wet now and the slide of it over my glans and up and down my shaft felt
like nothing I did with Davis. She planted her heels on the bed and rocket
her pelvis to meet me. Just as much as Davis and I had used our instincts,
Lisa used hers, and a young girl like that can have pretty hot instincts.

It wasn't long before she begain gasping and whimpering again. She
squirmed. Her hands went to my butt. I kept going because I felt my balls
drawing up and churning, and I was ready to come. She tensed up again and I
felt her insides tighten around my dick. That was all I needed. I thrust
fast and hard, and For the first time in my life, I pumped my cum into a
girl. There's no feeling like that.

I pumped dry and then stayed inside her. I rested on her again, kissing her
softly until my dick softened and slipped out.

I rolled off onto my side, propping my head on my elbow to watch her. Her
head rolled my way and she smiled dreamily. Her breasts rose and fell with
her breath. I extended a finger and felt over them and around her
nipples. They were puckered and pointing. I bent to kiss one. Lisa moaned
softly and wrapped an arm behind my head to hold me to her chest. So I
brushed her nipple with my lips and licked over it with my tongue. She
squirmed quietly.

I lifted my head, gazing down at her, I wrapped a leg over her and pressed
my soft cock and balls to comfortably against her hip. I rested a hand in
the middle of her chest.

"I wish you could spend the night with me like you do with Davis," she
whispered.

"I can stay here a little while," I told her.

"I hear you two," she said. "At night."

I shrugged. I wasn't surprised. "I think you've listened during the day."

She nodded. She lifted a finger and ran it over my lips as if to see how
they felt. "I tried watching through his window, but I can't ever see
anything through the curtains. I opened the bathroom door once, but I was
afraid Davis saw me so I closed it and ran."

"What were we doing?"

"Davis was on his tummy and you were on top of him." Her eyes met mine. "I
watched before I thought Davis saw me. I wondered what it would be like if
you were on top of me."

"Now you know," I told her.

"I want to do it with you during the day," she said. "When everybody is
gone."

"Yeah," I agreed.

She pouted slightly. "Do you like me better or Davis?"

"You," I said, then reconsidered. "I like Davis, though. I mean, what we
do. He's my best friend, and, Well, I like him." I shrugged. "He's good at
sex." I touched her nipple. "I'll teach you some things."

"Like what?"

"Like how to sixty-nine."

"I know what that is."

"We can try it."

"Now?"

I thought about it. She had Vaseline on her pussy. "Maybe next time."

She smiled and then yawned.

"Maybe I better go before we fall asleep," I said.

Lisa reached down along her side. "Let me feel it one more time."

I lifted my leg and let her clasp my dick.

"I like how it feels," she said.

I reached between her legs and for the first time, simply felt her with my
fingers. Her labia were indeed soft, like she said. Soft as my scrotum
maybe. Maybe softer. I probed a finger down into her slit. My dick began to
return to life in her hand.

Her hips moved. "I'm a little sore," she said.

"Sorry." I started to pull my hand back but she covered my hand with her
free hand. "It's okay. I like it. Try rubbing like this." She put my
fingers on her labia and rubbed them up and down. I rubbed and dipped with
a fingertip into her hole.

I grew hard again, but hey, I was young and it was my first time with a
girl. Her pelvis rocked her pussy under my fingers. She rolled up to me and
cocked a leg over mine like she had when we started. Only this time, she
held my cock in her hand and she was the one who worked it into her
opening. I kissed her and our hips rocked. I was going to roll on top again
so I could go deep, but she rolled on top of me first, and I did go
deep. She pushed up on her arms over me, grinding her pussy down into my
lap. That left my hands free for her breasts and I used them that way.

She made it feel good for her, and in the process, made it feel damn good
for me. She came differently this time, sort of long and never quite
peaking. when I and that seemed to do it for her. She collapsed onto
me. "Your brother falls asleep on top of me like this," I whispered. Lisa
murmured softly and relaxed. She fell asleep on me the way Davis liked to
do, I liked it, too.I was inside her, instead of Davis being inside of me
of course, but I got her legs between mine and I fell asleep, too. I only
woke when I heard their mom pass Lisa's door in the morning.

Lisa was spooning me from behind; another thing like her brother. She woke
when I jumped from the bed. "I'll come again tonight," I promsed in a
whisper as I pulled my pants on.

I listened at the door. It sounded like their mom was in the kitchen.
Quickly, I slipped through the door, hurried through the den when their mom
was looking the other way in the kitchen, and into their bathroom. I took a
piss and then went into Davis' room. He woke and stretched when he heard me
come back in. "I have to take a whiz, too," he said, getting up. "Why did
you put your shorts on?"

I shrugged. "In case someone left the other door open."

"Well take 'em back off," Davis said with a grin as he threw back the
covers. "I got morning wood and I'll be right back.

My parents came home Sunday night. By then, I had the beginning of a sore
throat. It was very sore the next day and my mom took me to the doctor. "I
think that it's simply exhaustion," he told my mom. "You say he was with a
friend all week? You know how kids are; you have to slow them down
sometimes. Make him rest for for a day or two. Keep him on the couch or in
bed."

"If he'll let me," Mom said.

"I will," I promised her.

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