Date: Tue, 15 Sep 1998 11:06:38 PDT
From: Chris Carr <andy_dick35@hotmail.com>
Subject: How Long Has This Been Going On

Warning, this story may contain explicit descriptions of sexual acts
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Although this story is a representation of some of the author's own teenage
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		     How Long Has This Been Going On?
			       By Chris Carr

Part I

I could hear snatches of the racket walking up. Opening the door I was hit
with it full on. A little brat was screaming for his mother from one of the
chairs. Glancing up, I noticed that the big game was just starting on this
big ass TV in the back. Enormous men galloped across the screen in various
football uniforms as the announcer rudely declared that today's game would
be played in sub zero weather. Several of the barbers were mouthing off
about how their team would win. Somewhere a boom box was blasting loudly.
The place was packed and I cursed myself for not coming earlier. Making my
way to the back I found my barber, TK. Talking over some fools goin off at
a nearby game of dominoes, I asked him how long the wait would be. He told
me about an hour! An hour! Pissed, I turned to find a seat and (Oh shit!)
it's that kid from across the street.

Settling for a seat near the back, I was relieved I wouldn't have to sweat
out my wait next to him.  Damn! What is about him that makes me so
uncomfortable?  Guess it's 'cause he's so damn good looking. And that
little mischievous smile of his didn't help. How old was he, I wondered,
fourteen, fifteen? He looked at me and threw me that winning grin. I
returned him a nervous nod, picking up a magazine. Flipping through the
pages I happened upon an article featuring singer-teen idol, Usher. I
nearly drooled into the magazine as I looked at the full-page pictures of
the shirtless boy arranged in various suggestive poses. I flipped the page
and nearly fainted. Some photographer had gotten the bright idea of getting
in the water with the boy and taking shots of him in swimwear that was
doing a piss poor job of covering that sexy body, not to mention, his
apparently, ample dick!

"That's a bad article, huh?" A voice beside me made me half jump out of my
chair I was so startled.

"Chill dude, it's me Cory"

Damnit! I'd been so distracted by the layout of Usher, I didn't notice he'd
moved and was sitting right next to me. Had he seen me staring at Usher?

Composing myself I managed, "Where'd you come from?"

"Over there, man, where you been? Didn't you see me sitting over there?" A
jab.

"Yeah," I shot back. "I just didn't notice you moving over here, fathead!"
My comeback worked, and he laughed.

"I didn't see anybody I knew so I came over here with you."

We'd only spoke casually on a few occasions, so I was flattered. What'd he
say? 'I came to be with you.' Young homes wanted my company! Well!
But I couldn't risk letting him know what was up, so I returned to my
magazine -- *as if that would help*!


"Usher is bad, man," he was continuing.

"Yeah"

"Say, where're you heading when you leave here?"

"Home, I guess," I shrugged, my heart racing.

"You mind if I hitch a ride with you?"

Me, alone with you? In my car? Could only mean one thing: Trouble!

"Yeah, sure, if you don't mind waiting" I was cool. Barely.

"Cool" he said, picking up a magazine.

I stole another look at him and had to accept, he was a looker. Silky
smooth caramel skin, his hair always immaculately cut in a cute boyish
fade, extremely kissable rosy lips, sexy ass body and an ass to die for!
God, whatever you do, don't let him bend over, that little bubble but would
make me nut up right here in my pants. Ok, I don't consider myself gay,
yet, but the nights spent looking at this boy it's no wonder I get all
uncomfortable around him. Too many nights I had sat in my room, a naturally
horny nineteen-year-old teenager, watching him as he cavorted about, often
shirtless, going about his business.

I remember one time I was looking out my bedroom window, and I noticed him
bouncing a basketball against the wall of his room. He was still wearing
his basketball uniform, I guess because he'd just returned from practice.
His low hung shorts and the way the straps of his jersey draped over his
shoulders oddly, seemed sexy. He stopped bouncing the ball as if he was
listening to someone say something to him. I suppose it was his mom yelling
at him to stop banging the ball against the wall and get to bed because he
started undressing.

You see, I'd found out that when it was dark I could see right into
homeboy's room. I'd watched long enough to know his routine.  He'd usually
go to his window and close his blinds, at this point, or turn off the
lights and go in his bathroom. This time, however, he started pulling his
top off before closing his blinds. Then he sat down and started taking off
his shoes, too. This was a dream come true! I couldn't have torn myself
away at that point if I had tried.

Watching him undress I became *painfully* aware of how hot this kinky
voyeurism was making me. Almost unconsciously I found myself undressing
too, freeing the source of my *'pain'*, my throbbing dick. Soon he was down
to his briefs and his socks. Come on, baby, take the socks and briefs off,
I pleaded. He stood as if to leave, then he stopped and sat down. Yes! I
exclaimed, not realizing I was getting in deep. He removed his socks,
lingering over each foot, and driving me crazy in the process. In spite of
myself, I had started masturbating as I watched. I didn't even *want *to
consider the implications of what that meant. I just silently prayed that
he wouldn't turn the light off. Then he stood and pulled down his briefs,
and that one quick shot of his cute ass as he bent over to pick up his
clothes almost sent me over the edge.  Hold on junior, I bargained with my
splitting dick, wait and see what else he does.  Tossing his clothes into
the dirty clothes basket, he returned to stand in front of his closet
mirror. My dick was just about to bust at this point as my hand pounded it
madly.  Eyes riveted on the show across the street, my heart hanging on his
every action, he stood there looking at himself, and then, for one fleeting
moment, I saw his dick as he faced me closing his blinds, then headed into
his bathroom. I lost it at that point, and blew my wad all over the bedroom
wall. Realizing my brief glimpse at gay sex was over, all I was left with
was a hand full of hot sticky cum, and a very guilty conscience. The sound
of dominoes slapping down on a table snatched me back to reality and I
glanced up at him, suddenly felt very ashamed. I silently prayed he'd never
find out what I had done.

Having finished before me, I was pleasantly surprised to see him waiting.
Fearing he would leave, I hadn't fussed over my hair like I usually did,
which didn't make TK too happy. Anyway, I paid him, I went to collect Cory.
Once inside my car, however, I sought every chance possible to prolong my
time with his fine ass, opting to take the long way. He yacked off and on
about music, sports, and even girls. Taking what I considered, at the time,
a big risk, I asked him if he wanted to stop by my place.

"Yeah, why not" he replied.

"But what about your parents, homesqueeze?" I jibed.

"Aw, they're gone to Santa Barbara, dude"

"You mean your parents are gone and they let you leave the house?"

"Oh yeah, they're cool about that. They say I'm old enough.

"How old are you, anyway?"

"Fifteen"

"Fifteen?" I echoed, a little surprised, looking at his boyish face and
small stature.

"Yeah. How old you'd think I was?"

"I dunno, fourteen, at the most, but not fifteen."

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

"Why didn't you go with your folks?"

"Me and Pops don't get along too well," he declared, almost
matter-of-factly.  "We always butting heads 'cuz he says I'm not athletic
enough." Remembering the hot night I saw him in his basketball uniform, I
was little confused.

"Why does he feel like that? Ain't you on a basketball team?"

"Yeah. How'd you know that?"

Oops, how did I know that?

"Oh, I've seen you in your uniform a couple of times" I said, nonchalantly.

"Oh. Well, you're right, I'm on a team, but I ain't crazy about sports like
my Dad. He's a fanatic. He says I spend too much time goofing around on my
computer, or playing PlayStation."

"You got a PlayStation?" I inquired, a little excited.

"Yeah, that's what most of my friends come over to play "

"Wow, I've got one too"

"No shit! What games you got?"

"Lots, nigga. Matter of fact, I just picked up Tomb Raider II"

"No way, you're kidding?" he said, excited.

"No, why?"

"Cause I've been dying to play that game, dude!"

"Word. We'll have put in a little time playing, then.".

"A'ight!" he replied, throwing me that winning smile again.

"So, yo' folks at home?" he asked.

"Nope. They go on these fishing trips almost every Saturday, and I hate
fish,"

"Really? Where do they go?"

"Somewhere off Catalina, I'm not sure. They usually take their catch to
this friend of theirs on the island and have this big cookout. You know,
boring grown up shit."

"Yeah"

"So I guess we both have the rest of the day, huh?"

"A'ight! More time for Tomb Raider II" he rooted, delighted.

  

"Don't even try it sucka, I've got you now!" Cory shouted at the TV.

We were in my room playing Tomb Raider II. He was sitting next to me, a
controller in his hands. I ain't never seen anybody so hooked on
PlayStation. Hell, once we'd got in my house, he wasn't satisfied until
we'd went upstairs to my room and fired up the game on.  No sooner than it
was turned on he was ass deep into the game, winging his way through the
different levels with ease.

"You've played this game before" a statement more than a question.

"Nope" he quipped, his fingers flashing across the buttons.

"So how you know how to move so well and where to go?"

"It's easy, dude"

"Here, take the controller," he said, offering it to me mid-game.

"Huh? But it's your turn"

"Go ahead, take it. I'll show you what to do."

Taking the controller, I attempted to maneuver the figure on the screen.

"Now what?"

"Just relax, dude. Move her over that cliff" he instructed. I pushed a
button making the computer animated woman jump off the cliff she was on.

"Now, make her jump for that ledge!"

"In mid air?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, just push the up button"

"Like this" he said, jumping behind me and placing his hands over
mine. Now, like I said, I don't consider myself gay, *yet*, but when his
soft hands touched mine it sent chills down my spine and a charge up my
dick.

"See!" He whooped, "You did it!"

The little fella was cool and his generosity charmed me, drawing me closer
and closer to him. Over and over he would turn the controller over to me
and let me finish a level and all the points. I kept telling him to go
ahead and take his points or go to the next level he'd earned, but he'd
just kept giving it to me at some of the most opportune times. My man was
*sweet. *When we did stop, it was only because we both were starved for
something to eat.

"Say, my folks left me a little money to get something to eat" I informed
him.  "What do you think we ought to get?"

"How 'bout pizza?"

"That's cool, I'll call."

Grabbing a phone book I found a listing for a local pizzeria and called in
a pizza. By the time I had made the order, Cory had turned on the TV and
was sprawled on my bed watching some lame movie. Seeing him so comfortable
on my bed made me uncomfortable. Now what? Do I stay in my chair or lay on
the bed with another guy? What was the *'guy'* thing to do? Gambling on my
horniness, I slid over to the bed and lay beside him.

The heat coming off of his body was like a furnace. Soon, I noticed that
there were tiny drops of perspiration on my forehead. We lay there quiet
for what seemed like an eternity. The movie was about some government agent
that had become invisible. In the scene we were watching he was expressing
his undying love to his lady love, wrapped in ace bandages to make him
visible. Like I said, the movie was lame, and did little to distract me
from the closeness of our bodies.

Trying to reposition myself, I made matters worse when I accidentally
brushed my hand against his bare leg. I jerked my hand away as if it was
molten lava, but I didn't notice him reacting likewise. He just lay there
watching the TV as if nothing had happened. But something had happened, and
his non-reaction only made it worse for me. A thousand thoughts leaped into
my mind. Had he felt my hand?  Had he not felt my hand?  That was
impossible! So, maybe he was too nervous. Maybe he didn't know what to do
any more than I did. Oh stop it! I thought, trying to get a grip on my run
away mind.  And then the one thought I was trying to avoid popped into my
head. Maybe he liked it! Oh shit, I fussed, becoming even more frustrated.

After what seemed to be an eternity I gambled on my last speculation (of
course!) and tried the old repositioning move again. This time, however, I
made no bones about my attempt to brush up against his leg, and this time,
up higher. He merely lay there staring at the TV as if it was announcing
nuclear holocaust or something. My heart racing, I tested further slightly
wedging my hand under his thigh. He wasn't so much as blinking an eye.
Sweat broke in earnest over my forehead, now. The touch of my hand on his
smooth leg was sending me up the wall.

We lay there with my hand under his thigh for a good while, my desire and
dread growing equally. Risking even more, I turned my hand over and traced
it ever so lightly against his bare thigh in another bold repositioning
move. There was no doubting it now, homeboy wasn't going to react to my
moves, leaving me with the burden of deciding what to do next. Straining to
raise my head slightly, I chanced a peak at his groin to see if maybe his
dick was getting hard. But I couldn't tell from my angle without becoming
obvious, so I lay back down, my hand still on his thigh, and pondered my
next move. I was losing it, and losing it bad.

I didn't want to blow it, so I opted to continue taking modest risks. I
snaked my hand under the leg of his shorts. Thank God he wore baggy shorts
today, I thought. Smooth hairless thighs filled my hand as it moved.
Further and further, centimeter by centimeter I moved until his shorts was
tugged a full six inches up his thigh, exposing more of his soft hairless
leg. Getting bolder now, I dared to start moving my hand up his shorts
toward his groin. He lay motionless, eyes still transfixed on the TV. My
hand had slithered on top his thigh, now, and the anticipation was killing
me.  Biding my time, however, I slowly traced over his thigh until my hand
was right next to his basket. The heat coming up from his groin was hotter
than his body. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it thundering in
my ears. When my hand actually did graze against his briefs, I almost
fainted. All the while he remained focused on the TV as if nothing was
happening. Venturing further, I nearly collapsed when I felt my hand touch
his balls. And then I received the shock of my life. Apparently li'l man's
dick was sporting a raging hard-on because, the fabric of his briefs were
so tight balls around his balls, I thought they would burst. Oh my God! I
couldn't believe it!  Here I was, in my room with the cutie from across the
street, my hand up his shorts, and he was throwing me the one-eyed salute!

Figuring it was all good, I continued my trek up his body and reached for
his dick. It was folded almost in two: cramped in the confines of his tight
briefs.  Moving my hand further, I straightened it out (which was no easy
feat!) allowing it to lay fully distended against his body. Then I traced
my hand up and down its length through his briefs. It actually made a
slight jump a few times. I glanced over at Cory's face certain he'd
protest, but he stared straight ahead, eyes rooted to the TV. Damnit! I
wish he would give me some sign, I thought. Realizing that a steel hard
dick couldn't be more proof, I reached inside his briefs and caressed his
swollen dick. He reacted to this, but only with the faintest hiss. My hand
still up the leg of his shorts and inside his briefs I enveloped his
hardness in my hand. It expanded in my grasp and was hot to my touch.
Moving up its length I found it's flanged head and ran my fingers over its
sticky hot precum oozing head. He inhaled slightly chancing a quick glance
at my fondling hand concealed in his briefs. It was at that precise moment
that the doorbell rang. Panicked, we both jumped. I snatched my hand from
his dick, and down the legs of his shorts. Sitting up startled, I got
myself together and went downstairs to answer the door.

A cute Thai boy stood at the door a hot pizza in his hands. Boy, how I was
tempted to invite him in to our little tryst, but I thought better of it,
and paid him for the pizza.  Dashing to the kitchen I grabbed us some sodas
and napkins and headed upstairs.

Returning to the room I found Cory still laying on the bed looking a little
flushed.

"Pizza" was all I managed to say.

He sat up as I opened the box. The sweet smell of delectable onions, and
sausage mixed in with that of our sweaty bodies, made an intoxicating
aphrodisiac. We ate in silence, using the TV as an escape. When we finished
Cory lay back on the bed again, his hands behind his head, staring at the
ceiling.

"So wha'cha you wanna do now?" I asked, unsure.

He merely hunched his shoulders, uncharacteristically quiet now. Oh shit,
he didn't like me feeling him up like that, I panicked. He's probably mad.

"Y, you, mad at me?" I stuttered, certain he would say yes. He shook
his head no. He's not mad, I thought. Maybe he'd rather leave, though.

"You wanna leave?" Again he shook his head no. He's not mad, and he doesn't
want to leave,

"So, is everything ok?"

To this he readily nodded his head yes. Well, go figure. I was dizzy with
desire and wanted very badly to feel what we were feeling before. Hoping
that I was mistaken, I returned to the bed next to him. He didn't protest
but instead moved closer to me. We lay in silence again, while I worked up
my courage. In for a penny, in for a pound, I reasoned, turning toward him
and placing my hand on his bulging basket again. I was given a pleasant
surprise. His dick was hard again. But something was different. Grasping
his stiff boner through his shorts it became apparent homeboy wasn't
wearing briefs anymore.  Shocked, I looked up at his face. He gave me a
sinister smile. I couldn't believe it.  Apparently, while I was downstairs
ogling the pizza boy, Cory was up here snatching his clothes off and
removing his briefs. Jeez! He took his briefs off while I was downstairs, I
thought? I guess I was all wrong about slick.

Looking down at his ramrod pushing up against his shorts I noticed a little
spot of his precum leaking through the material confirming that he was
naked under his shorts. Becoming almost ecstatic now, I almost ripped his
shorts open. Once they were laid open, I was given the treat of seeing the
object of my desire, up close. It stretched out before me, an ample seven
inches, throbbing in all its fully erect glory. It wasn't as wide, as it
was long. Matter of fact, seeing its bulging, flanged head brought to mind
an arrow. A small drop of precum was oozing from it.

Having a real live boy dick to explore thrilled me to no end. I found
myself staring at it, studying its design. I cautiously reached my hand to
touch it. It felt like smooth velvet stretched over hard steel. Growing
more curious, I slipped my whole hand around it and gave it a gentle
stroke. This caused it to pulse in my hand. Wow, that was bizarre, I
thought, and stroked it again. Like clockwork it thumped in my hand again.
Liking that, I started pumping his dick in earnest. Almost involuntarily,
his groin started gyrating and shoving his rocket into my down thrusting
hand. Having jacked off many a hot night myself, I knew that if I kept this
up he would explode all over himself, and fast. Something in me wanted to
do more than just blow a load, so, stopping short of his fast approaching
orgasm, I reluctantly released his ramming rod and cupped his taught round
balls. I rolled them around on my fingertips sensing their roundness and
the light growth of hair covering them. I was going to love having sex with
my own sex, I deduced!  Looking into his big brown eyes temporarily broke
my trance.

"You liking this?" I asked, gently stroking his long dick.

"Yeah" he answered, softly, his voice a little raspy.

"You've got a big dick for a boy your age" I said clutching it in my hands.

"I bet yours is bigger, though.  Can I see it?" he said, reaching to
unfasten my pants.

"Sure" I said, my excitement growing. He fussed with the button on my jeans
until it gave and then yanked them open. I was sporting a raging hard-on
myself. I'd been so engrossed with homey's dick I was a little surprised to
see how stiff my own dick was.  I'd jacked off a lot of times, but I
couldn't remember it ever being this throbbing hard.  It almost seemed as
if it had gotten bigger.

"Dang" he marveled, spellbound. Reaching out he grabbed my stiff eight and
half inches and stroked it. I couldn't help letting out a light gasp
feeling the new sensation of his soft hands on my dick. He seemed as intent
on exploring my dick as I had his.

"It's so hard" he commented clenching it in his fist. It did seem as if it
would crack open any minute. He ran his hand up and down it a few times and
down to my full dangling balls.

"You got big balls, too" he said, filled with wonder, as he cupped them in
his hand. Then he thrummed his hand back up my pulsing dick and over the
angry, flared head squeezing out a bead of precum. That felt so hot, I
almost shot my load. Wanting this to last as long as I could, I dragged his
hand off of my dick and pushed him back on the bed.  He reclined on his
elbows allowing me full access to his bulging spear. His dick truly was
hot, pointing towards the ceiling as if in flight. A hot pearl of his
precum sat right on his oozing slit. I ran my hand up the length of his
dick and squeezed right under its flared knob making his juice increase
until it ran in a long silver string from his dick to his stomach.

"What is that shit?" he asked, dazed.

"Its called precum, I think. I think it's like a lubricant your body
makes."

"A lubricant? What for?"

"You know, fucking." His curiosity satisfied, he reached out to grab my
dick. He squeezed it like he'd saw me do his, causing a strand of precum to
drip from my dick. I took a little of his precum on my fingers and raised
it to my nose. There was the faintest odor of boy-cum in the stuff, but for
the most part it was odorless. Still intrigued, I lifted the liquid to my
mouth and stuck my tongue out to get a taste.

"Ugh!!" Cory said, in mock disgust. "What did it taste like?" he asked,
however, his curiosity getting the best of him. Figuring that experience
was the best teacher, I moved my hand over to his rosy lips.  He moved his
head back acting like he didn't want to (yeah, right!) but eventually
allowed his tongue to lick a little of his precum. I gotta say, that was
hot watching dude lick up his own precum, like that. I got to wondering
what else I could get him to do.

"So how'd it taste?"

"Kinda weird" he said. We both looked back at my hand then at his dick.

"You ever did this with a guy before?" I asked.

"Uh uh. You?"

"Nope, but I when I saw you today, I was kinda wishing this could happen."

"You were?"

"Yeah"

"Why?"

"Honest?"

"Yeah, honest"

"You promise you won't get mad?"

"Ok, I promise"

"Well, actually, I've been watching you walking around your house with your
shirt off, or playing ball with your friends." I started, hesitant to go
on.

"You promise you won't get mad?"

"I promise I won't get mad, dude"

"Well, one time I was looking out my window and I saw you undressing in
your room."

"Ah shit, you kiddin!" He said, sitting up.

"You mad?"

"No, dude, I told you I wouldn't get mad" he said, dismissing my alarm.
"How'd you see me?"

"I can see into your room from my room, if, you have the lights on" I
explained.

"Yeah, so what did you do when you saw me, ya little freak?" he teased.
Sensing his comfort, I became more relaxed.

"I guess I got a little hot"

"And?" he prodded.

"And, well, I kinda got so hot, I jacked off"

"Pervert" he teased.

"Forget you punk" I said, relieved he wasn't mad. He lay back down, his
dick getting hard again.

"You like girls?" he blurted out, staring at the ceiling.

"You?"

"Yeah, I guess" He hedged.

"Yeah, I guess so, too"

"You ever done anything with one?"

"No"

"You're kidding?" He said, sitting up.

"Nope"

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen"

"And you've never done it with a girl, or a guy?"

"Uh, uh"

"So, I guess that means I'm your first?"

"Guess so. How 'bout you?"

"Well, I've kissed a girl before, but that's all" Hearing that, I took a
big risk and gave him a quick peck on his lips.

"There. Now you can say you've kissed a guy, too"

"You crazy, fool!" he chuckled. That's when I pulled him on top of me
cuddling him close to me. Our exposed dicks found each other and we rolled
them together pressing more of our juices out between us. Our hard dicks
slipped and revolved around each other heightening our lust. He lay against
me his head toward my ear, his breath becoming ragged. As we humped I
reached inside his shorts and cupped those sweet round buns of his.  When I
pulled them hard against me he rammed his spear into my groin and across my
dick. I became engrossed in getting him out of his clothes at that point.

Apparently he'd had the same idea because he'd raised up and started
unbuttoning my shirt. Taking his T-shirt in my hands, I yanked it up and
over his head. He immediately returned to my shirt, giving me a chance to
look at his chest. It was even more glorious up close. Gazing at his tits,
it seemed they were a little swollen. (I didn't know it at the time, but
they were just developing and weren't just swollen but were rather
sensitive too.)

Caressing my knuckles across one of those brown swollen babies I noticed he
threw his head back in an instance of shear ecstasy.  He wasn't deterred
for too long, however, as he returned to removing my shirt. Almost ripping
the buttons off, he snatched it open and off of me. We went to work on each
other's pants, socks and shoes until we were both naked. Once we were naked
I feasted on his beauty.  His body was everything I had hoped for and more.
Flawless golden-brown skin and that chest! Luscious round pecs with brown
nipples that were just begging to be sucked. Then there was his stomach:
firm, toned, with a light smattering of rippling boyish muscles. Full
sensuous legs with the faintest hint of soft hair on the calves stopping
just short of his ankles delineating his big wide feet. Feet which lent
credence to the those locker room tales that big feet do equal a big dick.
Well at least in this case, I thought, comparing his feet to his long dick.
Looking back into his face I was greeted by his warm smile.

I pulled him back on top of me, and we began humping each other like two
dogs in heat, our naked bodies slamming against each other. We wrestled and
tussled, rolling each cats and dogs. I tossed him on his back and lay on
top of him.  Tearing at each other, we were trying to make up for lost
time. For every time I'd saw him through his window, so near yet so far, I
ground my dick into his. And for every unexplained stirring of his young
body at the sight of another boy's body, he squeezed me like there was no
tomorrow. We rolled back the other way and he lay atop me, his mouth at my
ear again. I turned cautiously toward him and our mouths clumsily found
each other, our lips brushing together in an awkward kiss. This made us
both a little nervous, so I was relieved when he turned his head away from
me and laid it on my shoulder. A burning urge to devour his body with my
tongue gripped me, so I turned him onto his back and traced down his torso
until my lips found his erect perky nipple. Opening my mouth I suckled it
sensuously.

"Awww" Cory hissed, wriggling and straining to meet my tongue as it scraped
his delicate nipple. He couldn't believe so much pleasure could be derived
from his nipples. He'd always assumed that nipples were a girl thing. I
continued down his body until I was at his pulsing, stiff boy-arrow. A total
novice to oral sex, I found I was a little squeamish about having a guy's
dick in my mouth, so I wiped its still oozing head and gave his straining
member a quick peck. I followed this with a preliminary lick across its
sensitive head. My natural teenage libido overtaking my apprehensions, I
took the big plunge, and for my first time, sucked a long hard boy dick in
my mouth, swallowing as much as I could.

His dick felt good, almost natural, in my mouth and I could taste a new
drop of his precum leak into it. Aware that I had performed such a foreign,
yet so natural act, I abandoned myself to all inhibitions and swooped down
on his pole. It didn't disappoint, readily swelling in my mouth. As I began
to suck I came to enjoy it, even growing to anticipate the piquant taste of
his precum on my tongue, the feel of his dick on my tongue, the sensation
of my mouth around the protruding, bulbous head of his dick.  Stopping
short of his fast approaching climax, I reluctantly pulled my mouth off his
thrusting dick and looked up at his face. It was glowing and his breathing
was ragged.

We smiled at each other, nervous. He pushed me back, apparently wanting to
explore my body, now. Following my lead he repeated what he had seen me
do. The touch of his tender mouth on my raw exposed nipples was
exhilarating. This kid learned fast, I thought, as his tongue lapped at my
nipples. Having turned me into a mass of quivering flesh, he moved further
down running his full sensuous lips down my splitting dick, enveloping it
in his velvet soft mouth. As his velvet soft mouth started gliding up and
down my dick, I grew very excited and was quickly drawn closer and closer
to shooting.

"Stop!" I finally managed to tell him.

"What's the matter? It didn't feel good?" he asked, confused.

"Yes, it's just I was about to shoot, and I don't want to yet."

"Oh"

"Let's try something"

He looked at me intently, his dick so hard it almost poked his stomach.

"Turn the other way and get over top of me" I said.

"Huh?"

"You know. 69."

"69?"

"Just turn the other way"

He turned opposite me still not clear what I was getting at.

"Now, get up on your knees and get over my head" I explained.

He complied straddling my face with his legs, his dick hanging over my
mouth.

"Ok, now you can do mine, while I do yours"

"Damn!..., Cool!" he said, dropping his mouth over my extended hot poker. I
reached up and took his dangling dick in my mouth as we set to work on each
other.  Slurping sounds filled the room as two boys discovered the pleasure
their bodies could bring each other.

How erotic it was to glide my mouth all the way up his pulsing club, his
erect member sliding across my tongue.  Feeling his silky soft mouth slurp
over my dick was equally hot. Seeing his balls hanging above my head I
released his dick from my mouth and suckled them into my mouth, swirling my
tongue around them. The new sensation caused him to hiss and moan around my
dick. He mirrored my actions and I was given the steamy sensation of boy
tongue swathing my balls. This shit was da bomb!, and I could hardly keep
my mind on swabbing his dangling orbs.

My eyes looking up his legs, I was captivated by the way they came together
to form those hot ass cheeks of his. I traced my hand up those soft legs
and over those hot melons becoming more aroused at how they filled my
hands.  Running my hands all over his ass I eventually allowed my hand to
slip down his crack.  Starting above his virginal hole, I slowly brought my
hand down delighting in the textures discovered under my fingertips. There
was the lightest fuzz of hair encircling his tight asshole and I trailed my
fingers around it, fascinated at how it caused his socket to twitch and
quiver. It got me so hot my dick leaped in his sucking mouth.

I could hardly take it -- the way his asshole just twitched and jumped. I
slipped my fingers across it. It quivered again, and I felt him moan around
my dick. Dang, that must feel good, I thought.  Amazing! This gay shit was
way more than it cracked up to be. I ran my fingers over his slot again
inducing the same groan from him. Just when I'd started wondering what it
would be like to drive my finger into that hole, I felt him sliding his
hand between my spread legs. It traveled down until it found my equally
tight asshole. Feeling his downy soft hands rooting around my hole was so
titillating, I almost blew my load into his sucking mouth. Damn, I thought,
I've got to remember kid is going to imitate everything I do.  Moving my
hand away from his hot hole, I plucked his head off my dick minutes before
his velvet mouth sucked the life out of it. His lips literally made a
popping sound as they were dragged off my dick.

"Sit up" I whispered to him.

He happily obliged, eager to see what my devious mind would dream up next.

"Let's sit facing each other" I offered. We repositioned ourselves facing
each other, his legs astride mine, our dick's inches from each other. We
both looked down at our throbbing stiff poles aching for release. I coupled
them together in my hand, stroking the twin towers as one. Releasing our
dicks I ran my hand over his erect creamsicle. True to form he gloved his
hand over my dick. I found a rhythm on his ramrod knowing it was begging
for release. Up and down we stroked longing to see the other cream himself.

Both our dicks were dripping sticky precum like mad now, providing a
natural lubricant to the friction our strumming hands were producing.
Closer and closer we got, one trying to make the other blow his load
first. I discovered, however, that if I choked up on his bat right under
the head, he seemed to get harder. Switching my style, I focused my
stimulation beneath his flanged head. Yeah, when I ran my hand over that
little bump right under his flared head, his dick would vibrate extra hard
in my hand and his swollen knob would enlarge more. Picking up on that, I
concentrated my attention on that area choking further up his throbbing
bat. And, sure enough, he learned fast, duplicating the gesture on my near
splitting shaft. Ramming my fist all around his ramrod, paying special
attention to his hotspot, I brought him to the threshold of his first time
coming with a guy.

His eyes glazed over, his face flushed, his chest was heaving and his
stomach was shaking worse than a California earthquake. His balls drew up
tight, his mouth formed a permanent 'O' and his toes wiggled.  And then he
grunted, his dick leaping in my hand. Cum leapt from his jutting missle,
rocketing in the air. His orgasm was torn out of him with gut wrenching
blasts of his boyjuice slicing up his pole and all over his body. Splat!
Splat! Splat!  Wave after wave leapt from his pulsating dick. It popped out
in rapid fire succession starting with a blast that leaped so high it hit
his chin, to ones that plopped on his erect nipples and over his dick into
his sparse pubic hair. God, he's a gusher!, I thought. Seeing him cream
himself like that was all I needed and his hand vibrating on my engorged
dick soon brought me off too. Exhaling loudly, I peeped down just in time
to see his hand a near blur on my dick, making it split open and deliver
its load, spurting out and over my shoulder. Blast after blast squirted out
of my dick painting my chest, my stomach and pubic hairs with thick teenage
spunk as the last of his still spurting boytool ran down his pole. We were
both shaking and vibrating like someone had stuck our shafts into a live
light socket. Neither of us wanted it to end as we rammed our hands up and
down our dicks feeling our powerful orgasms ebb. Finally, our dicks
drained, and our nerves fried, we released each other's tools and collapsed
in each other's arms.

"God Damn!" he eventually managed to say through gulps of air.

"God Damn" I echoed. Our chests heaving we clung to each other until we
slowed down some. I drew him to me hugging his neck while he reached around
me and squeezed me to him with all his might. After a long while, we
released each other and sat back looking into the others eyes. This time
there was no awkwardness, no shame as we drew close to each other and
locked in a full open mouthed kiss. Tongues found tongues and danced with
each other darting in and out of each other's mouth. We kissed
passionately, each intimately sharing the others affection until it finally
broke and we collapsed into each other's arms again.

Part II

I turned the water on allowing it to get hot. We had both agreed a shower
would do us good. I used the idle time to drink in his body again. He
fidgeted about moving his weight from foot to foot.

"Why'd you take so long to feel my dick?" he ejected.

"Huh?"

"When we were on the bed. How come you took so long to feel it?"

" 'Scared homes, I guess. You know, you don't seem like the type that would
do it with a dude."

"Couldn't you tell that I wanted you to do it, though?"

"No" I said opening the shower door and stepping in. He followed me in, his
limp dick swinging between his legs.

"What'd you mean by me not seeming like the type?"

"Well, you know, you're straight acting, kid. You ball and hang out
with your guy friends. Not the type you think of when it comes to this" I
said pointing at his dangling dick.

"Word" he said.

"So you *wanted* me to feel your dick?" I asked, returning to his
statement.

"Duh?" he replied, cynically, grabbing his hardening dick and pointing it
at me.  I took it in my soapy hand and lathered it up.

Releasing it, I stepped under the hot water, and started lathering up a
towel. Turning to him I asked,

"You been wanting to do this with a guy all along?"

"Uh, uh" he said, shaking his head.

"But when we were on the bed and you rubbed your hand against my leg, my
dick just jumped *bone* hard, man. It freaked me out! I was just laying
there hoping you would do it again. I didn't think you would at first." He
said lathering up his luscious body.

"I started getting nervous, man" he continued. "Like, I was thinking, what
if he sees me hard? Then when you acted like you was moving again,"
he teased, leering at me slyly. I blushed, busted.

"You thought you was slick, huh?" he continued.

"Can't blame a nigga for not trying" I said. He smiled and stepped around
me getting under the water. His back to me, I was given full view of his
hot ass again.  Damn!, if it wasn't the hottest ass I'd ever seen!

"You really threw a hard-on soon as I rubbed your leg?"

"Like a brick man. It really freaked me out."

"Yeah, why?"

"You know, this is freaky shit, bro" he cracked.

"You never thought of doing it with a dude before?"

He shook his head, bending over to wash his legs, and feet. I couldn't take
it anymore so I reached out and ran my hand between his wide spread ass
cheeks. He jerked a little, startled by my bold move, but didn't move.
Intrigued, I explored his ass in earnest. As the hot water cascaded down
his back and over his ass, I ran my hand all over his round, bubble ass my
finger eventually finding his warm virgin asshole. Gently, I played with it
until I just had to get inside. Slowly, I edged my fingertip a few inches
into his clutching hole. He didn't protest still bent over. I wanted to ram
my finger to the hilt into his ass, but knew he couldn't take it.

Pulling my finger out of his gripping ass I traced down to his dangling
balls and up his now long, stiff rod. I touched him on his shoulder with my
other hand, urging him to stand up and face me. We looked into each others
eyes and laid sweet delicate kisses on each others lips. Taking the
initiative, he continued his kissing down my neck and to my nipples lapping
his satin tongue across them.  I caressed his delicate ears and face as he
nuzzled my pointy nipples. Then he knelt before me, rivulets of hot water
running through his curly hair, and enveloped my hard dick in his mouth. My
knees almost buckled as he ran his hot mouth up and down the length of my
hardness. To think, all this had been going on, all this time, and I was
just now finding it out! What else was I missing out on?

Seeing my new buddy, willingly kneeling before me worshipping my dick with
his fine ass mouth, hot water splashing down his face, was un-fucking-
belivieble. Having just shot, I didn't have all that pent up heat as
before, so I could really get into what li'l man was doing. His hot mouth
working it's magic eventually got me hard again. Looking past his bobbing
head I could see that his dick was pointing toward the ceiling in all its
glory. I lifted my foot and ran my toes over it. His dick felt just as good
to my foot as it had my hand. I traced its length down to his pendulous
balls and bobbled them on my toes. He repositioned himself, squatting down
on his haunches granting me full access to his balls and ass. His legs
spread like that, I was drawn to his exposed asshole, my big toe diddling
it.  As I caressed the length of my toe across his exposed cherry, he
spread his legs wider. Seeing him in such a raunchy position, combined with
my kinky foot play brought a question to mind.

"What's the freakiest thing you ever did?"

He looked up at me a puzzled. He was racking his brain searching his own
brief experiences for an answer. I continued stroking his asshole as he
thought.

"Like, freaky how?"

The ball back in my court I pondered the question.

"You ever done something freaky with one of your friends?"

He thought for a minute and then offered, "One time me and my friend
Squeaky looked at a nasty magazine"

"No, I mean really freaky"

He considered me a few minutes longer and said, "I don't know. What about
you, what's the freakiest thing you've ever done?"

Now he had me. What *was* the freakiest thing I'd ever done?

"Well, one time I time I took the eyedropper from my chemistry set and
filled it with water so I could see what it felt like to squeeze it up my
dick."

"Dang, you kidding?"

I shook my head and continued, "It didn't hurt as long as I didn't push it
hard. Then I wanted to see what it would be like to feel it up my ass too,
so I shoved it up my ass and squeezed it in there, too. I couldn't hardly
feel it going up there, though." He looked up at me, the water still
splashing off his cute face, amazed. I hoped I hadn't weirded him out, but
I felt close to him and wanted to share. The water was becoming cool now,
so I suggested we get out. We'd been in the water so long, our hands were
all wrinkled. We liberally dried each other off, lingering on our throbbing
dicks. Upon returning to my room I repeated the question. He thought long
and hard but couldn't come up with any real freaky thing he'd done. I asked
if he wasn't curious about his body and he said he guess so.

"But you've never been curious enough to really explore your body?"

"Yeah, I guess so" he said, still processing.

"Like, I like to look at myself in the mirror a lot" he volunteered.

"Well, yeah, I kinda know that" I taunted him. He smiled at me, jumping
onto the bed.

"Sometimes I sit in front of my closet mirror and jack off so I can see my
body while I do it" he continued. "I really like to look at my dick when
it's all hard and my balls and ass, too. I get up on my knees so I can see
my asshole while I jack off. Its weird, but my asshole just really turns me
on. It's real hot the way it jumps and moves when I cum." He lowered his
head, I suppose, a little embarrassed at how deep we were getting. We were
letting loose some very private things, and as teenage boys, I guess it
wasn't easy to talk about them.

"I like looking at myself when I jack off, too" I added, sitting next to
him.  "I stand close to the mirror so when I cum it hits it. That gets me
all hot to my shit shooting out my dick like that, and hitting the mirror."

"You ever play with your ass while you're looking?"

"No. I just like to see my dick all hard. Sometimes, I get up on my knees
in front of the mirror and look at myself through my legs, though."

"You jack off like that?"

"No, you?"

"That's the main way I jack off, dude"

"You ever talked to anybody else about this?"

"Nope, but this is cool. I kinda always wanted to. You?"

"No, but I always wondered about it, too. I mean, who ya gonna talk to
about this shit?"

"Yeah" he agreed.

And yeah, this is cool" I added. We were silent for a little while happy
with our newfound intimacy.

"So why don't you turn over and let me see your ass, now?" I requested.  He
willingly turned on his stomach. I spread his ass cheeks wide gazing at his
asshole. It *was* a sweet hole, tight and smooth. I ran my finger over it
and it lurched, tugging in on itself.

"Hey, let's get down on the floor in front of my closet mirror so you can
see your ass, too." I suggested excited.

"Ok" he amicably agreed. We both got down on the floor in front of my
ceiling to floor closet mirrors. He started to get up on his knees but I
had a better idea.

"Lay on you back" I said, jumping up on my bed to retrieve the numerous
pillows and, sorry to admit, stuffed animals I had there. I propped him up
with the pillows using a huge Teddy Bear I had as the top cushion.

"You want me to lay on your Teddy Bear?

Ain't that kinda kinky?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah" I said, feeling a little devious.

I had him lay spread eagle facing the mirror, so he could see. Just the
thought of him in that position was enough to make his dick spring brick
hard and stand straight out from his groin. I returned to his ass hole as
he peered between his out stretched legs watching my actions. I slipped my
finger lengthwise his squeaky clean boy chute. It was so squeaky clean,
however, that my finger couldn't slide across it. It instead dragged across
it, making me fear I was causing his sensitive hole discomfort.

"You got some lotion, or something?" he inquired. Jumping up I went to my
beside stand. When I returned with the bottle of baby oil, he was
impressed. Opening it I poured some between his spread ass cheeks.
Returning to my position beside him, I resumed my actions, running my now
slippery fingers up and down his tight cherry.

"*Dang*, that feels good" he said, spreading his legs wider. I continued
massaging his ass hole, while gently pushing my fingertip inside it.

"So, where is that eyedropper?" he asked, slyly. Dang, homey was full of
surprises. Getting up, I opened my closet and got the chemistry set out. It
was a big set my parents had got me for my fourteenth birthday, but I
rarely played with it now. Opening the box, I found the eyedropper. It was
rather large and could hold almost two ounces of liquid.  I returned the
box to the closet and closed the mirrored doors.

"Maybe I better clean it off" I suggested, stepping over him and into the
bathroom. I took out some alcohol and poured it on the eyedropper. Then I
removed the rubber bulb and ran some water through the tube. Soaping it up
a little with the hand soap, I rinsed it off again. Wiping it off with a
paper towel I put it back together, filled it with water, and went back to
my room. When I went back in the room I was given the treat of seeing Cory
still on his back, legs spread and running his finger up and down his well
lubed ass hole. His dick was super hard and dripping precum again. It
really was a hot sight. I tore myself from that scene and approached him.

"All ready" I said. He raised his feet and spread his legs wider.
Obviously, he wanted full access to his waiting hole. I sat beside him and
positioned the eyedropper at his puckered hole. Rubbing it around in the
generous amount of baby oil slathered on his ass, I lubed it up. Then I
placed it at his hole and began to push in, ever so gently. His toes
wiggled a bit, but that was the most he did. The eyedropper pushed past his
airtight sphincter and into the depths of his virgin ass hole. Satisfied it
was in deep enough, I squeezed the bulb driving the cool liquid up his
bunghole.

"Ooooh" he whispered, watching the liquid squirt up his hole. His toes
wiggled again as he felt the water pushed in.

"That was weird" he said, stunned.

"I know" I agreed, tugging the eyedropper out of his clenching hole. He
lowered his legs, resting his feet on the floor.

"What about my dick, too?" he asked, fascinated.

"I wish we'd done that first" I said, getting up to go clean the eyedropper
again. When I returned, he was laying spread eagle looking at himself as he
played with his ass again.

"You're really into this, huh?"

"My ass just makes me so hot!" he confided. "And this new position da
bomb!" he said looking at himself in the mirror. I got down beside him and
took his dripping dick in my hand. Wiping the flow of precum off it, I put
the small end of the eyedropper at his slit.

"Ready?"

He nodded his head. Pushing just the lips of the eyedropper in his pee hole
I grasped the bulb with my other hand and squeezed just a drop or two into
his dick. Slowly, I pushed some more in.

"Aaaah" he moaned, a slight look of discomfort on his face. I stopped
pushing and waited.

"Ok" he said, his dick adjusting to the pressure. I pushed again,
eventually emptying its contents. Although the small amount of water up his
ass didn't need immediate egress, the water up his dick was different.

"It feels like I gotta pee" he said, getting up to go to the bathroom.

"Wait" I said, jogging to my bathroom grabbing an old towel from the
cabinet. I spread it between his legs.

"Now, go ahead" I told him. He looked at me a little astonished but
eventually allowed his body to release the water. It sprayed out of his
jutting spear in small spurts, landing on the towel. We both watched,
getting more aroused, as the clear water squirted out of his hard dick.

"*Now*, that's some freaky shit!" he said as the last dribbles of water ran
down his dick, over his balls and onto the towel.

"Play with my ass again, man. That feels gooood" he said, spreading his
legs again. Wiping the last of his piss up with the towel, I returned to
his ass hole sliding my fingers across it. It quivered and twitched in
respond to my touch. Growing inquisitive, I pushed my finger gently
inside. His toes dug into the carpet, indicating his slight irritation, but
he was able to take half my finger before I stopped, allowing him to catch
up. His ass was snapped tight around my intruding finger. So tight, I could
feel the beat of his pulsing veins. After it appeared his ass had gotten
accustomed to my invading finger I pushed more of it in until my knuckle
was pressed against his ass cheeks. It was weird feeling his ass snapped
around the length of my finger. It was satiny soft and rippled every time I
moved my finger. I was sensing all types of textures on my finger but the
strangest sensation was the bulge of his prostate resting on my upturned
finger. I didn't know what it was at the time, so I informed him of my
find.

"There's something bulging in your ass right over my finger, dude"

"No shit?" he said, a little concerned. "Wonder what it is?"

"I don't know" I said sliding my finger in and then out dragging it across
this bulge.

"Aaaaaah!" he moaned, his eyes rolling up in his head.

"Hurt?" I asked, alarmed.

"No, that shit felt gooood!!"

"Do it again!"

Obeying I slid my finger up his ass again making sure to stimulate the
bulge in his ass.

"Mmmmmm!" he moaned again, biting his lower lip.

"Dang, man, if you don't stop that, I'm going to blow my load all over
you!" he cautioned.

"That's amazing!" I said, getting excited. We were both pleasantly
surprised.

"Damn, dude, you gotta do me!" I switched places with him spreading my legs
in anticipation.

"But go slow, ok?"

"Ok" He lubed up his fingers, and then my ass. My ass sufficiently oiled he
got comfortable between my legs and began working his finger up my ass. It
hurt a little at first when his finger pushed my equally tight virgin hole
open, but eventually it got adjusted. He was patient and waited for me to
let him know it was ok. Signaling it was, he shoved more of his soft finger
inside me, eventually burying its entire length inside me.

"You feel it?"

"Naw, not yet" he said, searching.

"Where did you say it was?"

"It should be right--"

"I think I found it" he interrupted sliding his finger across my bulging
prostate causing me to groan, *my* toes digging into the carpet, now.

"Hurt?" he asked me, concern on his face.

"No. It's weird"

"Do it again" He obliged and ran the length of his finger over it, this
time, sending electrical charges of sexual fire up my ass, through my spine
and exploding in my brain.

"Damnnnn!" I groaned, "That's incredible!"

"What the hell is that?" I asked, enthralled.

"Don't know. But I bet you most guys don't know they have it" he said
plunging his finger back inside my ass causing me to moan loudly, and my
dick to almost shoot.

"You're right about it making you almost shoot" I said. He ran it in a few
more times adding a wicked twist the last time.

"Do mine again" he insisted, switching places with me. After I had sliced
my finger back up his ass for a few minutes, his dick was so hard, I
thought it would split.  An undeniable desire was searing my mind and I
could put it off no longer.

"I want to see what it'd feel like if I put my dick in there"

He looked at me with those innocent brown eyes and said,

"Ok"

"But go real slow." Getting between his legs I raised his feet high and
placed my dick at his hot boy cherry.

"You better put something on it" he advised me.

"Oh yeah" I said, grabbing the baby oil and smearing it all on my dick,
adding a little more on his ass for good measure. Returning to his hole, I
positioned my dick at it again, finding myself excited beyond measure. I
was beginning to fear I would bust a nut before I could get my dick inside
him. Calming myself, I began pushing my dick head inside his virginal
asshole. It resisted my invading spear at first, his ass clenching tighter.

"I think you need to relax" I suggested.

"Ok" he said very guarded, "But stop if I tell you to, ok?"

"I will" I said, bending over to kiss him gently on his lips. He returned
the kiss, reaching up to caress my head. As we sucked at each other's
tongues I gently began pushing my dick into his ass again. His eyes went
wide as his hole opened, the head of my dick sliding in. He kissed me more
fervently then, and I advanced more of my dick inside his asshole.

"Aaaah!" he yelled, his toes curling almost doubling his feet.

"Ok?" I asked, a little panicked.

"Yeah, wait a second" he instructed, shutting his eyes. I held there with
half my dick rammed up his little asshole. I leaned down and stroked his
nipple with my tongue, centering his attention back on his driving
libido. When his ass started getting use to my dick he said,

"Ok, try putting some more in" his face still a little scrunched up.

I pushed again, penetrating his virgin asshole, introducing my dick into
areas no dick had been. At the same time I returned to kissing his sweet
mouth the thought dawning on me that the memories of my first lovemaking
would involve me and a boy. We were kissing each other like two lovers now
as my dick kept sliding into his quivering hole. When I felt my balls
nuzzle his ass cheeks, I broke the kiss to see our union.

"It's all the way in, dude" I declared. He glanced down to see, his eyes
really getting big when he saw that he was totally impaled on my full eight
and half inches.

"Aw, wow, man!" he exclaimed.

"It feels weird, man" he said, a little excited. I couldn't believe the
onslaught of sensations I was feeling as his boy pussy clutched my dick. It
took all the control I could muster to not spurt all my cum right up his
sucking hole. Regaining my control, I finally dared to pull out a few
inches.

"Awwww!" he moaned, his upturned toes clutching at the air, again.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" I asked.

"Naw. It's like, ten times better than your finger, man. I think it's
rubbing that bulge in there, dude" he explained.

"You want me to keep doing it?"

"Yeah, but go slow" Complying to his request, I pushed back in slowly and
then pulled back out. He sighed in glee, feeling the length of my dick
moving across his tender prostate. Sensing his enjoyment, I pushed back in
and then pulled more than half my dick back out this time. When I pushed my
dick back in after that, there was no doubt that both he and I would never
want anything else but this. He rolled his eyes up in his head, hissed and
wiggled his toes. His ass had been taken by his new *best* friend and he
would never be able to get enough of having his ass plowed open by a huge,
hard dick.

"Ah, fuck! Do it, man" he cheered me on, spreading his legs wider. Finding
a rhythm I started slamming his ass. As we fucked, my pace picked up and I
started humping like there was no tomorrow. He readily responded raising
his ass up to meet my down thrusts. I peeped over my shoulder dying to see
what we looked like in the mirror. Seeing his round ass lifted off the
carpet, split open by my ramming piston was beyond hot.

"Aaaww, shit. Yeah, fuck it nigga " he begged.

"Aaww! I think I'm--" But he couldn't get the words out, his ass now
being split by my ramming dick. As I struggled to understand what he was
trying to say, his dick started firing off, all by itself, spewing ropes of
hot cum all over his stomach. He cried out loudly as the cum ripped out of
him unexpectedly. At the same time his asshole started snapping around my
dick, the muscles rippling and shit, milking the length of my dick buried
deep in his bowels. That's when I cried out as wave after wave of his ass
muscles literally sucked the cum out my dick. God, I hope the neighbors
don't hear us, I thought, as my dick shot its load up his ass.

"Ahhhhh!" he yelped, his dick still squirting. "Dang nigga, I can feel your
cum shooting up my asshole" Cory panted, puffing.

"Shit feel, good!" I chimed in, plowing his ass like mad.

We held each other tightly as our twin climaxes gripped our bodies. I
continued fucking his ass until I was exhausted and my load was spent. When
we were both finally emptied of all our cum, and energy too, it seemed, we
collapsed on top each other, panting.

"What'd it feel like?" I asked.

"Man, I could feel like at least three of your spurts. It kind of tickled,
but that shit was hot!"

"You feel this?" I asked pulsing my dick still lodged up his ass.

"Yeah, damnnnn" he said, amazed.

"That shit was incredible, man" he confessed, savoring his first fuck.

Reluctantly I withdraw my dick from his ass and rolled off of him. We lay
there for the longest until he finally said,

"Guess we better go to the shower" We smiled at each other both aware of
where that would lead and got up. Sure enough we ended up fucking around in
the shower again and then returned my bedroom where he wasn't satisfied
until we had another hot session of me fucking his juicy ass. Actually, we
spent the rest of the day carrying on with raunchy, teen boy sex, stopping
only because of the lateness of the hour, but promising ourselves that we
just, *had* to get together again. Though I hated to see him go, I
eventually had to rush him out the door, fearing the my parents would be
driving up any minute. At the last second he turned to me and said,

"Well, there's always the window."