Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2015 09:08:23 +0100
From: wankyodickdaily@gmail.com
Subject: Adult Youth Archive; 'Harry's Diary: My Gay Adventures - #3' {Danny Dickinson} [3!3]

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story is about a teenager growing up and other males. If this kind of
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Friday 9th November 2012

"Bed now, boys. Turn the lights off."

Steve's mum was nice, but pretty strict. My parents let me stay up in my
room until whenever I wanted. Steve's mum wanted lights out at 10pm. Steve
always moaned that she still treated him like a kid.  It was Friday
night. Me and my best mate Steve had been out hanging in the park with a
bottle of cider. We were both a bit pissed. I don't like cider, but it's
what everyone our age did on a Friday night after school. Steve's a lot
like me. We both love computer games and dance music. We both love taking
the piss out of people and playing pranks. We're both pretty excluded at
school too, if I'm honest. Not everyone shared our sense of humour.  Steve
looked quite similar to me too. We're both skinny, have pale skin and short
dark hair. He's a little more broad across the shoulders than I am, but
mostly pretty similar.  Steve was up on his single bed and I was in a
sleeping bag on his bedroom floor. We whispering so as not to draw any
attention from his mum.

"That was funny when Sam hit Connie with his trainer."

"Yeah," I chortled. "She went mental."

"Yeah," he laughed. "She fucking deserved it though."

"I fucking hate her. Fat bitch."

"Do you? Why?" Steve quizzed.

"She agreed to go halves with me on ten fags last week."

"Yeah?"

"She said she wanted one for a mate, but when I asked for the pack on last
break there was none left."

"What!"

"Yeah, and I'd only had one. Fucking fat cunt."

Steve quietly laughed.

"I wouldn't even care, yeah, but I'm always lending her free fags anyway."

"Yeah, she's a bitch," he agreed.

I was staring up at the Artex ceiling, following the swirls with my
eyes. His bedroom faced the street so the street lamp outside cast shadows
across the room. It was blustery and raining outside. I could hear the taps
of the rain on the window.

"What did you think of Terry?"

"Which one was Terry?" I asked.

"The guy who Sam pulled his trackies down."

"Oh yeah!"

"That was funny."

"Yeah, he seems alright. I didn't talk to him much really. Think he was a
bit shy or something."

"Yeah a little bit weird," Steve agreed.

It was silent for a minute.

"Did you see his dick?"

"No, I didn't actually see Sam pull his trousers down. I missed it," I
admitted.

"Oh."

It was quiet again.

"It was big," stated Steve.

"Was it? How big?"

"Dunno. Really big. Like, mine isn't that big."

I thought for a few seconds before I answered.

"No, mine isn't that big either to be honest."

I wondered where the conversation was going. We'd both lowered our
voices. I guess we didn't want his mum to hear us talking about dick.  We'd
never really had conversation like this before. The odd one about
girlfriends, but never the size of ours or anyone else's cock.

"Do you wank?" He asked.

"Yeah. Do you?"

"Yeah. All the time."

I could feel my heart beating a little faster and my dick was starting to
swell in my pants. I pushed my hand down and started to tug on it. As I
stroked myself, I listened carefully. I could here the rustling of his
sheets.

"Are you wanking now?" I asked.

"Yeah," he breathed.

This was horny. I'd never even seen Steve's dick let alone wank with
him. What a shame it was so dark. I looked and I could see his duvet
bouncing up and down around his crotch area.

"I'm wanking too. Tell me when you're gonna cum."

"Okay. I'm gonna cum soon."

Out of nowhere I blurted out, "Do it on my face."

Within seconds Steve was down off the bed, knees each side of my shoulders,
straddling my chest. In the dark, I could just about see that he was
circumcised. His bellend thrust and wobbled in front of my face.

"Oh yeah," he quietly moaned as he tugged on his pecker with force. "I'm
gonna cum."

As he spoke, I lifted my head up off the pillow and stuck my lips over the
head of his dick. He whimpered as a wave of hot, salty, watery cum washed
over my tongue. I held my mouth over the head as a number of blasts of cum
filled my mouth. I could feel my dick tingling so I raised my ass up off
the floor and begun shooting wads of thick cum over his lower back and
upper ass cheeks.  He pulled his dick from my mouth and laced my face with
the last few shots of his sperm. I licked my face trying not to waste too
much of his juice. As we both stopped wanking he sat heavy on my chest,
then we both quietly laughed.

"I'll get a towel."

I watched as Steve shuffled around in the dark, looking for something to
wipe up with. His flaccid dick wobbled in the moonlight.

"I can only find my boxers," he whispered as they hit my face.

As I wiped the cum off my face I inhaled deeply, breathing in the smell of
sweaty penis and piss. Steven put on clean underwear and climbed into bed.

"Let's go to sleep now," he muttered.

END

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