Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 02:55:21 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: new trick

I was fourteen and a virgin and figured I would stay that way the rest of my
life.  But things were about to change.  Skitch was one of the most hyper
kids on the soccer teem.  He was well liked, but he could wear out an anvil
with a rubber malet.  We had talked a little from time to time at school and
his locker was three down from mine in gym.

It was after a particularly good scrimmage during summer league that he
turned to me on our way off the field and asked if I wanted to come with him
to Kathy Micanopy's party.  I immediately said "yes".  I never get invited
to parties.  I'm jut not that popular.  He said it was a pool party and I
could clean up at his place and swim in my shorts.

For some reason, probably embarrassment, none of the guys stayed to shower.
Well, we showered  the first game.  Some showered the second game and only
about half stayed to shower the third.  By the middle of the season the
couch was using the showers as a storage room for football equipment.

The august sun was as muggy as a fat woman sitting on your face.  Only a
slight easterly breeze kept us from fainting.  My sweat soaked jersey clung
to my body showing every muscle as I pumped my peddles.  My shorts kept
ridding up and my white under shorts were the only thing that kept me from
falling out in the open.  After a mile of ridding we paused for a rest.

He dismounted and pissed in the middle of the road.  I got a great look at
his modest equipment.  He pealed off his shirt and stuffed it into his bag
and so did I.  We jumped back on our bikes and rode to his house.  He left
his bike in he garage and so did I.  He kicked off his cleats at the back
door and so did I.  His sister was standing in her door way only a few feet
from Skitch's bedroom door.  Her bronze skin covered only by yellow shorts
and a white sports bra.  He bear feet were so tan from the summer without
shoes.  He twelve year old legs were lean and boyish.  I got a whiff of baby
prouder when I passed her in the hall.

Skitch stood in his door way introduced me and began stripping while talking
to his sister about the game.  Now I don't have a sister so I don't know if
anyone else is comfortable being naked in front of them ,but I was getting
embarrassed for the guy.

Skitch told about a great save I had on the foul line and how he checked Big
Donny in the goal.  As he got to the word "goal"  he was down to his jock
strap.  Without pausing he tugged it off while still facing his sister.  She
never blinked.

Skitch turned to me and said, "dude, we'll be late if you don't hurry.
We'll shower together... unless your gay or something."

I slowly worked my socks off my sweaty feet as I watched to see if his
sister would leave us for some privacy, but instead she pushed past her
naked brother and sat on the bed gazing at my body.  Skitch interrupted,
"She just wants to see your tool.  I told her how well hung you are.  She's
just curious.  It's OK."

I had no ideal what was so OK about it.  I was being asked to get naked in
front of a 13 year old blond beauty and was shaking at the prospect. I could
feel my bulge stir as I noticed how the tight braw accented her small
grapefruit sized breasts.  I could make out the outline of her nipples and
for a moment thought I could smell her cunt. I fingered the elastic on my
shorts as he called from down the hall, "Dude we'll be late if you don't
just show her.  Let's go!"

I lowered my shorts and stood in my jock strap for a few seconds then just
figured I would get it over with.  I pulled my strap to my nut sack and
tugged out my mostly limp member.  She smiled and rubbed her twat through
her shorts.  I striped completely.  I walked to the shower as she fondled me
with her eyes.  I felt so dirty.

The bathroom was modern and wide open.  Skitch had left the door open and
had the water running.  He was bent over as his few brown hairs sprouted out
of his butt  hole.  The door on the shower was clear glass and the shower
heads were stretched the entire wall of the left and right side.  This was a
shower built for two.  I was amazed.

He handed me a sponge instead of a wash cloth and invited me to step in
first.  I took the set of shower heads on the far right and faced them like
I wanted to try to hide in this glass cube.  Skitch faced me and shut the
door leaving the hall door wide open.  He talked about his sister for a
while and that if I wanted her to just say the word and he would have her
spread open.  He was talking about the game before last where he had made a
great play, scoring by out reaching the goalie.  I knew he was looking my
way so to seem that I was relaxed with all this nudity I turned to face him.

He took a messaging shower head off the bracket and tugged a mettle hose out
of the wall that was attacked to this particular head.  He offered to show
me a new trick.

He lifted his dick upward and took his two thumbs and index fingers and
stretched out his foreskin to from a bowl around his head.  I took note that
my equipment was almost twice as large as his and was instantly at ease.
Then he told me to do the same to my extra skin.  I paused for a moment and
then just asked, "Why"?  he looked at me like I was a real ass hole and just
said, "do it, unless your gay or something."  I did.

He took his portable shower head and shifted the dial to pulse.  A single
shot of water came out at one second intervals and hit me on the leg.  He
got on his knees and said, Now hold still and see how good this fells.

He shot the bouts of water into the cup formed by my stretched foreskin and
I was getting harder by  the second.  I turned in embarrassment at my
erection.  Skitch slapped me on the ass and said, "don't be a sissy about
it.  Point it over here.  As he said "point" he reached out and grabbed my
erection like he was reaching for he salt at the dinner table.  He had his
hand on my dick.  I just could not believe it.  The first person to touch my
dick was a guy and not a guy I was that close to either.  I followed the tug
on my man-hood.  He again had me open my foreskin and pointed the sharp
blasts of water down my chasm .  They crashed into my soft head and churned
around the flange.  It was exciting and weird at the same time.

I was getting light headed and told Skitch, "I'm getting...you know...I'm
about to...."

"Go a head dude.  That's why we're here.  Shoot your wad.  Let it fly.
Were both guys here.  We can handle it."

I did. I had jacked off that morning but I was already carrying a full lode
of baby makers.  I figure everything went down the drain because the orgasm
was so intense that it made me squint my eyes shut as I came.

I was still recovering as he hung up his shower head and reached past me for
the one behind me.  I cold smell his pits and they were so sexy.  I could
smell the hint of sperm in the vapors of hot water. As he reached his body
touched mine.  His tit pushed against mine.  His dick lay on my hip and his
hand rested on my shoulder.  This was truly heaven.

Skitch took the shower head, adjusted the spray to slow pulse and told me to
get on my knees.  I was their.  He opened his foreskin and asked, "You ever
do this before?"  I shook my head.  "I didn't figure.  Most guys can't.
You, Me, and Jimmy Czeckney are the only ones on the soccer teem with a
foreskin.  Yours is the biggest, but I guess you knew that."

"No, I never saw Jimmy naked.  At least I don't remember it.  How much
bigger am I than him?"

"Jimmy is my size, but that don't mean shit.  I'm still all stud."

He adjusted my aim a few times and it was no time before he was chanting,
"So good, so good" in a husky baritone.  Just before he shot he started
singing, "ride me like a boy toy"  and before he recovered he said, "Let's
do it again."

He got back on his knees and this time he pointed the water with one hand as
he stroked my junk with the other. It was so generous.  I began loosening up
and made pleasure sounds as he messaged my tool.  I looked to see his sister
watching us from the hall.  The longer I took the closer she got to the
door.  She slipped one hand down her shorts and I cold tell she was playing
with her cunt.  I watched her as Skitch worked my manhood to full ecstasy.
This time I focused my eyes on my cockhead and saw the loads fly out past
the water and land in Skitch's hair.

We changed positions and he was already hard.  He spoke to his sister and
asked for two cokes in bottles.  She came back in seconds.  It felt so od
having another boys dick in my hand.  It was a different size and felt hard
and soft at the same time.  The head was hot and the shaft was warm.  I
fingered every visible vein and even handled his balls from time to time.  I
moved my fist in a milking fashion over his rod and gland and tasted the
water splash off his erection into my mouth.  What a rush.  I had the most
sensitive part of another guys body in my grip and he didn't care.  It
seemed to take forever for the second explosion.  He could have taken a year
for al I cared.  I was getting off on just feeling his dick.  His rigged
pink five inch dick.  He came in waves of pleasure and opened the door for
the drinks as he gasped out his last flood.  We stood naked, fulfilled and
drinking cokes as his sister watched.

We gulped down our cold drinks and handed the glass bottles back to his
sister. He patted my ass and told me to turn around.  As I did he gushed a
lathered sponge over my back and washed me from my neck to my feet.  He then
patted my ass again and pulled me around to wash my front.  He started at my
chest and worked his way to my feet again.  He paused for a few minutes at
my overly sensitive manhood and brought me back to full attention.  The soap
stung slightly on the rod.  I washed my own hair and face and then it was my
turn to wash him.

I decided not to use the sponge.  I squirted some soap in my hands and
worked a lather up between them.  I started on his face and worked my way
down his front skipping his erection.  I came back to it and gave it a full
five minute slow handed ride.  He said he came again but it must have been
such a pitifully small wad that it got lost in the lather.  He turned and I
started with his butt hole.  I worked up a great lather and it looked like
his butt had rabies.

I rode his long legs to the bottom and then back up.  I slip the wedge of my
hand into his crack and caught his pucker with my thumb.  He jumped and
squeaked and I continued up his back.  His sister was now on the toilet lid
with her shorts down around her ankles fingering her cunt as she enjoyed the
live show.

As I finished his upper back I stood and my dick naturally slipped into his
crack.  I rode it like I was fucking tits.  He bent over as if to offer me
his hole but I figured that was a little too gay for us right now.

As we rinsed we started laughing.  I have no ideal why we laughed but we
did. Then he faced me and put one hand on each of my cheeks and whispered,
"we never tell anyone what we just did."  I agreed.  The water was flowing
over my face and made it hard to talk but I managed an "OK". Then he did
something that completely caught me off guard.  He said.  "We need to seal
that promise with a kiss".  And he kissed my lips.  I was startled and just
stood their staring into his eyes.  I felt like I was being drooped down the
rabbit hole. His sister brought me back by knocking on the shower door and
said, "you have to kiss him back".

Without reasoning it all out I just leaned in and tried to kiss him, but he
had his tongue in my mouth before I could make contact.  As his wet hot pink
snake jabbed at my tonsils he found my erection again and began to pump.  I
heard the shower door opened and a smaller hand reach for my bone.  I now
had three hand on my erection and I decided to add my two to the pot.  How
great was this.  We continued until my acing volcano erupted its white lava
onto our hands.  My legs were so shaky that I barely made it to the bed.  As
I lay back His sister moved in beside me and began patting my skin dry.  My
chest was still pumping huge amounts of air and my heart was still beating
like an Arowsmith song.

She whispered into my ear, "I'm getting you hard again."  She didn't ask me,
she told me.  She lowered her mouth onto my fire brand and I noticed my
balls had retreated somewhere up inside me.  As soon as I was mostly hard
she raised herself to straddle me and fed my cock into her cunt.

Her twat was loose and her lips went all the way down to my pubs.  She said,
"I want this to take a long time.  It takes me a while to climax so just
relax."

She rode my rod for a while and I cold feel her juices running down my balls
and trickles over my ass crack.  I was getting my breath back and asked if
she wanted to be on bottom.  She agreed and so I just rolled over and let my
legs hang off the bed as I mounted his little body.  I began exploring he
small tits and firm stomach.  I was working my way deeper into the hole and
she was about to reach orgasm.  Her breathing got more shallow and her eyes
squinted shut.  I rode the length of my shaft up and back.

Then it was like a fountain of juices as she shook in ecstasy over and over
again.  Before she could settle down she said, "keep going as long as you
can.  I was about that time I realized we were late for the party.  I dug my
toes into the carpet and moved her to the edge of the bed.  I humped a bit
faster and sucked her nipples as she began building again.  My balls were
acing and my shaft was burning but I knew she would cum again before I was
ready and so I just kept up the pace.

And she did.  She came a total of four times before I hit my spot.  I shot a
load that felt like it was a gallon and came from somewhere deep inside my
groin but it was only a few drops that entered her.

We lay on Skitch's bed and recover from our excitement.  It was then that I
saw Skitch with a video camera sitting on the chest of draws.  He was naked
and erect.  I would have been pissed, but my head was so full of hormones
and saratonan that I just gave in to the moment.  I asked his sister one
question, "Could you do me a favor?"  She answered, "yes".  I asked, "Can
you tell me your name?"

Instead of telling me she only laughed and led me back to the shower where
we cleaned each other for the lasts time.

Skitch and I were late at the party but it was worth it.

Skitch said we could do it all again tomorrow...as long as I wasn't too gay
about it and could keep it a secret.  I agreed and went home to nurse my
sour little cock.