Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2005 10:18:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teenage Confusion

This story contains sex between adolescent boys and an adolescent boy and
an adult. There is not a shred of truth to it as it pertains to my personal
life experiences other than it being inspired by teenage boys who have
shared with me their confusion and questions about sexuality and sex in
general. If you're underage you shouldn't read it but you most likely will,
especially if you're a boy in the throes of puberty and full of teenage
confusion.


Chapter I

"Was I?" I asked myself. I was lying in the warm, semi light of my room,
absently and gently tugging on my balls, while my freshly jacked cock was
slowly shriveling back to its' normal six and half inches and my cum cooled
on my flat belly and chest.

I had asked myself that question numerous times in the past six months or
so, said question being,

"Am I gay?"

I had frequently jacked off fantasizing about girls before. I liked looking
at them at school, curious about the wonders of the soft curves that were
hidden under their girlie clothing. Like generations of fourteen-year-old
boys in the throes of puberty, I'd gotten some temporary satisfaction
regarding that curiosity by examining closely the models in Playboy, the
adolescent stroke book of choice.  Most young teens prefer the objects of
their fantasies to be virgin, or at least virginal, and Playboy's girls
achieved that image much better than say, Hustler, where the girls wide
open gaping cunts gave the impression that they had been stuffed by more
cocks than an army platoon. No, it was Playboy that did it for me, and most
of my friends. The magazine was generally provided by an older brother
either with, or without, his consent and if the cover was still on it, it
was often torn, the pages usually dog eared from use and sometimes even
stuck together because of some overzealous and over horny young teenage
boy's inability to direct the globs of his freshly squeezed sperm.

The debate in my brain about being gay or nor sort of came to light when
I'd viewed some other porn magazine that had men in it as well as
women. Like all boys I was intrigued by the size of the full grown male
organ, hoping and praying that mine would some day reach such epic
proportions, with fat hairy nuts the size of hardballs hanging loosely
underneath the long thick sausage. It really wasn't the looking at it,
while John and I furiously pounded our rock hard young cocks in his bedroom
one afternoon after school, that prompted the question. The question came
about later that night as I lay in bed, idly playing with myself-I seemed
to do that a lot- while waiting for sleep, and reliving the experience from
that afternoon.

It was the first time that I'd jacked off with another boy and I'd been
dizzy with anticipation when John brought up the subject and then produced
the magazine when I'd agreed that I too was very horny and could use a good
sperming. He'd drug the thing out from between his mattresses and we laid
on his bed, thumbing through the pages while we rubbed at the front of our
jeans, each stealing looks at the other to see if he had a hard on too. It
was the full-page color picture of a man and woman laying side by side,
just about like John and I, their overly colored sex organs in full view
and getting ready for action, that prompted the removal of restricting
clothing.

"I love this picture, wanna look at it while we do it?" he asked. Hell I
was good to go with just about anything including a Tampax ad if necessary.

"Sure," I told him and we both undid our jeans and pulled them to our
knees, underwear included, freeing our rampant thirteen-year old dicks. We
both stole glances at the other to see how we compared and I found that I
was the larger of the two, John's circumcised cock barely five inches long
and not nearly as thick as mine.

"Yours is pretty nice," he commented, all but staring at my raging cock. I
responded in kind, not knowing what else to say. It wasn't polite to impugn
another boy's cock, especially in his bedroom with his nudie book and you
were both so wound up that you could practically cum just thinking about
grabbing your cock and stroking it. Like me, John didn't have a huge amount
of hairs, just a tiny nest restricted to the base of his lily-white cock,
but I was ahead of him there too. My balls were also bigger than his but
neither of us had a hair on them at all, the bags as smooth as a cue ball.

"God look at that cunt," John said as he pulled on his cock, "wouldn't you
love to stuff your cock inside there and make her beg for you to fuck her,"
he panted. Even at that tender age, I doubted that any adult female would
beg either of us to fuck them with our puny little boy cocks. Even so, my
first thought was

"No, I wouldn't love to stuff my cock in there but I'd love to stuff my
mouth over the guys big fat hard cock and suck on it like a fucking
lollipop." I didn't have time to dwell on that thought or its meaning cuz
John was ready to blast.

"Oh fuck I want to fuck that pussy," he moaned and rolled onto his back and
jacked with a fury, his mind probably visualizing that exact fantasy behind
his covered lids. Since his eyes were blocked because his forearm was
draped across his face, I took the liberty of watching closely, fascinated
as he jacked off and then arched his back in the air as he came, two large
globs of white goo plopping out and landing on his heaving flat belly. It
was hotter for me watching John jack off and cum than looking at the
picture and so I too rolled to my back and covered my eyes and thought
about sucking on John's cock while I stroked myself to my second sperming
of the day, the first one having been before I got out of bed that
morning. It was pretty intense all right, that first time doing something
with another guy, and I would relive the experience in my mind for the next
few months.

John and I jacked off together on a fairly regular basis and were joined
from time to time with one or two other boys our age that happened to be
with us after school. One time there were seven of us in John's bedroom,
all cute naked horny teenage boys, each one thinking they were the hottest
and prancing around with full on hard young cocks sticking proudly out from
our skinny little bodies. Of course we all had to measure to see who had
the longest or the thickest, who had the most hairs, whose balls were
bigger or hung lowest and of course the cr^Ême de la cr^Ême, who shot the
farthest or made the most cum. Of all the boys I had the second largest
cock, the most hair and the hangingest balls. Danny Henderson had the
biggest cock, at least two inches longer than my five and three quarters
and it was his that I wanted the most, that is, in my mouth. Boy did I
dream about that boy a lot.  Funny thing though, even with all the full on
nakedness and sex play going on, only one time had someone ever brought up
the notion of sucking on another boy's cock and man, did that turn out
bad. If anyone else had a similar notion they sure learned quick to keep it
to themselves.

Curly Watson, the youngest and smallest of the group, who got his nickname
because of a wild mop of large curls on his head, had casually asked once
if anyone had ever sucked on a cock. Being the youngest, Curly didn't
understand the group all that much.  Curly hadn't noticed that none of the
older boys had ever brought up any question or comment that had anything to
do with being involved with a cock that wasn't attached to your own
body. Of course all he was doing was asking a question, it wasn't like he
was offering his mouth, his hand or his hairless little dick but that's the
way the other boys took it and Curly took a hazing for weeks afterwards,
mostly at school. While the other boys didn't really come right out and
tell anybody what he'd said or call him a fag or anything they would yell
out things at school like,

"Hey Curly, ya wanna.?" or "Hey Curly, meet me in the.."  and leave the
question or statement hanging which of course caused lots of other kids to
ask, "wanna what?" "Meet him where, and why."

Needless to say Curly lived in fear that the boys would tell everyone that
he offered to suck their cocks and thus ruin the rest of his natural school
life. As it was he quit hanging out with us at all. And all he did was ask
a question, although in retrospect it may have been more than just a
question. He dropped out of school in tenth grade and I'd heard that he
ended up working as a dancer in a drag club when he was twenty-one. Anyway,

So, there I was, laying on my bed thinking for the umpteenth time about
whether or not I might be gay and wondering how I might find out, what
might I do to prove one way or another whether it was girls or boys, or
maybe even both, that I was attracted to. That jack off session I had been
thinking about Alex Setson's cock and what it might look like. I'd been
sitting off to one side slightly behind the cute blonde boy and noticed
that his hands were fiddling under the table. That meant only one thing. He
had a bone and was feeling on it, squeezing his legs together against it
and stuff. At one point he had it standing straight up in his sports shorts
and was pressing it between the palms of his outstretched hands. The thing
looked pretty tall too, at least as big as mine and maybe even bigger. Of
course I got a bone just watching him and wondered how I might get him into
our spermers group.

Anyhow, I got up off my bed and grabbed a shirt from my laundry basket and
wiped the cum from my torso then tugged my boxers on and got back into
bed. I had to have a plan of some kind and what came to mind was the idea
that I had to be with another guy. That was the only way to do it. I'd have
to find a boy to be with and find out if I liked it or not. I mean,
thinking about sucking cock and actually doing it were two different
things.  Just like coming off a ten-foot tall quarter pipe on roller blades
for the first time. Great to dream about it but boy that first fucking time
was sure scary as all hell.

So, where to find a boy? Well that part was easy cuz there were tons of em
at school but how did you find one that might be willing to play around? I
wasn't all that comfortable with trying one of my jack off buddies. No
way. Not after what happened to Curly.  If that backfired I'd be fucked
seven ways from Sunday. No, I'd have to go somewhere else to find a
suitable partner for my experiment, somewhere outside my regular circle of
people where I wasn't known at all. But where? As I drifted off to sleep I
had a last thought. Why did it have to be another boy?

When I woke up the next morning I knew that I'd had some sort of revelation
as I was drifting off to sleep but for the life of me I couldn't bring it
to the forefront of my brain. In the shower, I paid loving attention to my
balls and rising cock while I envisioned Lindsey Graham sucking it and as I
stroked my hardened flesh her face turned into Adam's Neeson's face. Adam
was in my gym class so of course I'd seen him naked. He was a hunk of a boy
a year older than me whose cock was about as big as mine but
uncircumcised. It was interesting to watch him clean himself, sliding the
skin back over the head during it's washing and I knew I wasn't the only
boy who was curious about that whole thing. I'd often wondered, as my jack
off friends had, what it must like having a cock like that. Needless to say
I was more concerned about how it would feel in my mouth what with all that
extra moveable skin and all. I finally came, shooting my cum into the
shower spray, my knees weak and wobbly from my sperming. I continued to
slowly nurse my shaft until the water hitting it became too sensitive, then
turned my back to the spray and went about doing my usual cleansing ritual.

I went about my business at school, the fleeting thought from the night
before pushed to the back of my brain while more important issues like
math, science and looking at Marcie's tits under her tight sweater,
occupied my mind. I was walking mindlessly down the main hall toward the
cafeteria for lunch when I passed a group of girls talking and one of them
said,

"Eeewww, she going out with an older guy, like he's twenty two or
something." A flash went off in my brain connecting me to my sleep thought
of the night before. That was it, the solution to my problem. How about if
I was with a man, an older guy? If not a man, how about an in between like
one of those college dudes that hung out at borders or Starbucks. "Yes!" I
thought, as I smiled to myself.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I wasn't paying attention to where I
was going and smacked right into Joey Castilla, the high school star
quarterback and full on jock. Joey was walking with a couple of his cronies
and his girlfriend Tanya, otherwise known as gazoonga's, for her big tits
that seemed even bigger in her cheerleading outfit. I knew more than one
boy who'd jacked off while dreaming of being smothered in those mammoth
mounds of flesh.

"Watch the fuck where you're goin Markenson or I'll wipe that silly fucking
smile off your puny little face.  What you smiling about anyhow Markenson?
Dreamin about Tanya's tits again?" he said laughing.  It wasn't any secret
that his girlfriend had the biggest tits in school nor was it any secret to
Joey that practically every boy, but me that is, dreamed about sucking on
em. And I wasn't sure about me even. Everyone within hearing distance,
meaning the entire hall, was laughing but Tanya came to my rescue.

"Oh leave him alone Joey," she said as she slapped his arm. "Besides, he's
kinda cute," she added, giving me a huge smile as she clutched her books to
her boobs. It wasn't any secret to Tanya that everyone talked about her
tits.

"Yeah riiiight," the older boy said, as the group moved on their way. Well
that certainly got me some props with the boys that were present. Old
gazoonga's had not only acknowledged me, she said I was cute in front of a
ton of people. My bottom of the rung ninth grade status would definitely go
up a few notches over that one, even if only for a week or so. I wasn't
allowed any more time to ruminate as a couple of my friends came to
congratulate me for not getting killed in front of everybody and for
getting recognized by Tanya.

Later that night I'd jacked off again, this time fantasizing about fucking
Tanya while burying my face in her boobs. Wasn't that the way it was done,
suck em and fuck em at the same time, giving them that old double pleasure
thing? I don't know what had brought it on actually but I had been thinking
about the days episode and what she had said about me being cute which
segued into her and Joey being together. I'd seen Joey naked before too
since the football team dressed out in the same locker room as my gym
class, which was last period of the day. Joey's cock wasn't all that big,
mine was bigger, and so I wondered about him fucking her then wondered if
I'd do a better job cuz my cock was longer and thicker than his. Of course
at the time I didn't understand the principle that said something like,
"the smaller the cock the bigger the difference when hard," or something
like that. Sucking on Joey's cock didn't even enter into the equation as he
had a super hairy bush and that wasn't a turn on for me at all. Besides, he
wasn't all that cute either.

So there I lay, pulling on my smooth soft nuts while I stroked my cock with
Vaseline intensive care, gasping as I slid up over the swollen, sensitive
head and back down again, the vision of Tanya's face coupled with a cunt
from Playboy firm in my mind's eye. I had to speed up my fantasy so that I
was cumming inside Tanya's big cunt, assuming that cunt size and boob size
correlated, while in real life my sperm was pouring out onto my heaving
stomach and turning my belly button into a white pool of the stuff. I lay
there panting for a solid two minutes, my mind seemingly blank, before I
found a cum rag and cleaned myself off.

I got back into bed and my brain went to the solution of my "Am I"
dilemma. So. How about trying to hook up with one of those college
guys. That seemed to me to be a grand solution. Still young and cute
(hopefully) but older than the kids I went to school with and therefore
safer. The notion that something dangerous could happen to me never entered
my little mind. What the hell could be worse that being labeled a fag at
school and anyhow, I saw how the outwardly or openly gay kids were treated
and I didn't want to be in that leaky assed fucking boat. I fell asleep
mulling over the pros and cons of Borders versus Starbuck's.

Chapter II

I continued to consider the problem till Friday and decided that I would
try Borders first. Starbucks was right across the street so I could always
use it as my backup source if there was nothing going at the bookstore. My
mom was working that night but I had told her where I was going. She was
totally supportive of my spending time at Borders. I showered, jacked off
thinking about the possibilities that loomed before me and got dressed in
tan cargoes and a yellow and black checked button down Mossimo dress shirt,
tucked in. Tan Lugz covered my feet.

I assessed myself in the mirror that hung on that back of our bathroom door
and was pleased with what I saw: a slender but not skinny young teenager a
little over five foot six inches tall with medium brown hair kept somewhat
short on the back and sides and longer on top. Thick eyebrows and lashes
framed large hazel eyes that were very slightly oval, due to some Alaskan
Indian blood a couple of generations back, or so I was told.  Teeth were
straight and white with no visible cavities and at least one girl had told
me that I had perfect lips.  My face was somewhat narrow, but not pencil
like, and totally smooth without freckles, pimples or hair of any kind. I
guess I was cute, at least its what I heard, most recently from gazoonga's
and you'd think if she thought so then so would most of the other girls at
school. I turned around and admired my butt, held nicely in place by Jockey
briefs under the pants and bubbling outward from my twenty-eight inch
waist.

"Yup" I said out loud, "This should generate at least some interest."

I hopped the city bus that stopped almost in front of my house and was
walking through the front door of the giant bookseller barely twenty
minutes later. I didn't linger in the novels, magazine, and kids section
downstairs but went straight upstairs to the reference, medical, psychology
and history section. That's where the tables and chairs were mostly and of
course, the purpose of the entire trip, guys. I didn't really have any idea
about what I was suppose to do, how I was suppose to go about trying to get
some guy interested in me. I figured I could flirt but what if the guy was
straight or hated gays, then what.  I looked around at the people who were
going about their own business, seeking out prospective candidates, but I
needed to find something to give the impression that I wasn't doing what I
was doing. I needed a prop.

I wandered to the atlas section and pretended to look at the titles while
surreptitiously continuing to troll the area within my view. I spotted a
guy that looked pretty cute and figured that was a good a place as any to
start. I pulled a large hardbound atlas down and started heading toward his
table when a girl came up and said hello to him, apologizing because she
was late. He stood and kissed her and in doing so removed himself from my
list of possibilities, the idea that the guy might like both not entering
my brain.  Since I was already committed, what with book in hand, I
diverted my direction to another table, where two guys were sitting hunched
over open books and notepaper. Another quick glance around told me that was
going to be about my best choice for now, not mention that there were few
other likely places to sit. After all, Borders wasn't exactly the city
library.

"What the fuck," I thought, "don't all these guys have something better to
do on a Friday night than study.  Don't college dudes get drunk and do
weird college stuff?" Of course it didn't occur to me that if they were
doing what I thought they should be doing, then there wouldn't be anyone
left for me to try to pick up.  So, I headed toward the table, asked if I
could sit down and one of them raised his head and said to go ahead, while
the other one kept his face glued to whatever he was reading, which is what
the first guy did as soon as he told me I could sit down. I opened the
atlas and began looking through it. Well, not exactly looking, but at least
turning the pages and trying to sneak peeks at my two table partners.

The guy who talked to me looked older, maybe in his thirties, if a balding
head was any indication of his age.  The other guy I couldn't tell cuz he
kept his face down and all I could see was a head of sort of messy black
hair. Since there didn't seem to be even a hint of action where I was, I
kept alternating my gaze between the Atlas and the room, scanning about to
see if some opportunity might present itself elsewhere. It didn't and there
wasn't but it didn't keep me from looking.

Movement brought my attention back to the table to see the bald guy gather
up his stuff and stand to leave. The other guy didn't move a muscle but
kept his gaze on the book that rested on the table about eight inches from
his face. I wondered what the fuck could be so interesting to keep anyone's
attention so intensely. I got up and took the Atlas back, replacing it with
an equally large edition of the Far Side, since the comedy section was
facing the Atlas's and dictionaries, and went back to my table and plopped
down, the book hitting the table a little harder than I intended. It caused
the other guy to raise his head slightly and look at me, not a look of
disgust but not one of joy and happiness either.

"Sorry," I mumbled and he nodded then went back to whatever it was he was
reading. I'd gotten a brief glimpse at his face and got the impression that
he wasn't much older than I was. Still I figured he was older cause I never
saw a kid my age that could stay so focused on what he was reading. I
chuckled to myself as I thumbed through the cartoons while still scanning
the room. It was while my head was turned that I heard the thump of a book
closing and turned to see what the noise was. My table partner had closed
his book and was leaning back in his chair, his chin sort of resting on the
fist of his right hand and arm it was attached to was propped on the arm of
the chair. He was looking in my direction but not at me, his gaze more like
he was off in thought about something. Then he looked right at me.

The guy was cute, but not in a hunky jock sort of way, more like me, sort
of soft and gentle like. His somewhat pale face seemed pretty smooth and
clear, his eyes large and dark under bangs that almost covered his
eyebrows. His mouth was closed, his lips almost pressed together and for a
quick little second I wondered what it would be like to kiss them.

"You like Larson," he asked, nodding to the book in my hands. His voice had
a nice sound to it. Not deep at all but deeper than mine, and it had a
softness that went with the rest of him. He went on to say that he had all
of the Far Side books as well as a desk and a wall calendar in his
apartment. I noticed as he talked that his teeth seemed to be white as
white can be and perfectly straight and even.

"Wow, you must like him a lot then," I said, which sounded pretty lame but
was about the only thing I could think of to say. He nodded his head then
reached across the expanse of table.

"My name's Scott." I reached out and grasped his hand discovering a soft
grip and not one of those hard grip things like most guys use when they're
stroking their cocks.

"Brandon," I replied. Scott then led the conversation that centered around
how often I came to Borders, where I went to school and all that "get to
know you" stuff that we all have to go through. I found out that he was a
senior, twenty one-he'd graduated high school at seventeen- and was working
on a psychology degree with a goal of being a PhD in clinical psych-his
description. I told him I was suffering through ninth grade and he laughed,
saying that suffering was a good description for anyone in ninth
grade. When I asked what he was studying so intently he said it was for his
statistics class, boring but necessary.

"I'm dying of thirst," he finally said, "wanna get something to drink, I'll
buy."  I told him sure but that I had to piss first.

"I knew there was something I was forgetting," he said as we both stood up,
the look of being absentmindedness on his face, openly and intentionally
fake. "Sometimes I get so involved when I'm studying that I forget all
kinds of stuff." He headed toward the men's room with me behind him and I
noticed a couple of things. He wasn't all that much taller than I was,
maybe two inches at the most, and he had a really nice butt.  Slim like
mine, it fit nicely in the black Dockers he was wearing. He dropped his
books on the counter and headed for one of the two urinals while I looked
to see if the stall was occupied, and it was. It's hard for me to piss when
I'm standing next to someone, even a friend, but I had no choice. Scott was
already out and starting to drain when I stepped up, unzipped and fumbled
around in all the clothing before finding my cock and dragging it out. As
much as I was dying to see what Scott's cock looked like I couldn't force
myself to glance down and as much as I was wanting to let him see mine I
still kept it hidden, holding it with my thumb and index finger just behind
the head, with my palm laying along side of it. I waited, and waited,
trying to force it to go.

"Just relax, don't try to force it," Scott said quietly. I looked at him
out of the corner of my eye and said,

"Huh." I couldn't really believe that an almost stranger was talking to me
while I was trying to piss.

"Just relax, it'll come out." I nodded my head and as my eyes were heading
back to a straight ahead position they accidentally glanced downward and I
saw what looked to be a very nice hose hanging out of his pants. It was
only like a second's look but it sure made me want to see some more. He was
shaking off as my stream started flowing and I finally finished as he was
drying his hands. I quickly did the same and we left.

We headed toward Borders across the street and on the way he told me that
what I had was called piss anxiety and that most guys got it.

"Guys are always concerned about how they measure up to other guys and so
when they're standing there trying to piss they're worried that the other
guy might see them and think something negative about their dick. So they
get anxious about it and it's hard to piss. Gotta just relax and focus on
something else, like a bologna sandwich or something." That made me
laugh. Then I asked why he didn't seem to have a problem with it, that he
seemed to just step up and do it.

"Well," he said after a pause, "uummm, I guess I'm not too worried about
how I compare to other guys." When I asked him why was that he sort of
hemmed and hawed then finally said, "because I'm bigger than average and I
know it." When I asked what average was he said it was about six
inches. Well I gotta tell you that made me feel good, knowing I was above
average and I couldn't think of another area that I'd rather be above
average in.  I chuckled and when he asked why I told him what I'd been
thinking, causing him to laugh.

"See there. Now you don't have to worry about it. Of course you will
anyhow, but you don't have to." That led to another brief discussion about
how most guys were still concerned and interestingly enough most guys
always wished that their dicks were one inch bigger, almost no matter how
big their cock was already. We made it to Starbucks, got mocha
frappachino's and found an unoccupied table.  We sipped our drinks and I
reflected on our discussion and asked,

"So, how much above average are you?" He smiled at me and shook his head
side to side. "What," I asked him, smiling. "Is it a state secret?" He
didn't bat an eyelash and said that it should be and I laughed loud enough
to cause people to look in our direction. "That I'd like to see," I said
when I stopped laughing. He raised an eyebrow at me as if to say,

"Do you realize what you've just said?" Well I did and started to back
track,

"Well, what I mean is." he raised his hand to stop me.

"I know what you mean. That's a normal response in a teenage boy Brandon so
don't worry about it." We each took sips of our drinks and he added
quietly, "Maybe next time we're in the bathroom you'll have to look
longer."

Before I could answer he asked me more about school, what I liked and
didn't like, did I play sports, my friends and of course the obligatory,
did I have a girlfriend. When I shook my head he asked if I had ever had
one and I shook my head again, the straw between my lips sucking up my
drink. He told me that I would in time and not to worry about it. I told
him I wasn't worried about it at all and asked if he had one. He said that
he didn't at that time but had all through high school and in fact had been
engaged in his freshman year of college but that the girl had broken it off
and moved away and that was that.

"I'm way too busy for a relationship right now anyway," he said by way of
explanation. We talked about Scott, his high school years growing up in a
wealthy family, his choice of career and what college had been like for him
so far. The time seemed to fly by and I realized that I needed to get home
to which Scott responded by asking if I wanted a ride, to which I responded
with a resounding "sure." We gathered his books and headed back to Borders
parking lot and finally stopping at a convertible Mustang. It was an older
one, maybe even one of the first one's but I didn't know all that much
about cars so I couldn't tell. In any case it looked perfect.

"Cool Car," I said as Scott opened the driver's side door. He laughed, said
thanks, got in and leaned over to unlock the passenger door for me. I got
in and looked around then told him where I lived as he started the car and
we headed toward the exit and since our city isn't all that big, maybe two
hundred thousand, he said he knew the area and headed off in the correct
direction, stopping in front of my house twenty minutes later where we sat
with the car idling for a moment.

I was sort of stalling, hoping for what I wasn't sure, but something, and
as I open the door to get out he asked,

"So, you want to get together again sometime Brandon?" I nodded my head.

"Yeah Scott, that would be awesome," I told him, all but staring at his
eyes in the minimal light. He was sort of staring at me too and for a
moment I thought about leaning over and kissing him, not that I had ever
kissed anyone other than a family member. "Yeah," I said again, in a much
softer voice. We agreed on borders the next night and I climbed out of the
car. I waited until he took off, waved at him but couldn't tell if he waved
back, then headed to my front door, my belly all full of tingles. I had
started to get hard when he asked to see me again and when we were staring
at each other and I was thinking about kissing him, my cock kept on getting
hard so by the time I reached my front door the thing was straining to get
out of my pants. I went straight to my room, peeled off my clothes and
stretched out on my bed with my cock in my hand. I played with it a bit,
pushing down as far as I could until the great feelings of it started to
hurt. I squeezed it in my fist, tight as I could then squeezed on the head,
making it go small, then watched as it got bigger again, speeding the
process up by constricting my cock along with my asshole muscle. Typical
"boy with his cock" stuff.

I started stroking it slowly while thinking about Scott's face and the
brief glimpse I'd gotten of his cock. While the exact dimensions eluded me,
I combined what I'd seen with what he'd told me and produced quite a
whopper in my mind. I envisioned myself sucking on it. I fantasized Scott
sucking on mine and taking the whole thing inside his mouth. Since he was
older than me and thus had to be more experienced, I imaged him taking
control of me, licking and sucking my cock and maybe even my balls while he
jacked me off.  I felt the tingling in my balls and then my belly, felt my
cock thicken in my hand, and shoved my hips in the air as my cock head
erupted and the first glob hit my nipple and left a three inch trail
downward toward my belly button while in my mind I was cumming in Scott's
mouth. I managed three more globs on various places on my stomach before it
slowed to a dribble and I slowly nursed it, causing more little globs to
ooze out and run down across my thumb and drip into my pubic hair. Then I
closed my eyes and gripped onto the head and gently squeezed it and twisted
my hand around it, the cum keeping it slippery in my fist. God I loved
jacking off, loved the feeling in my belly then my cock as I came. I'd jack
off ten times a day if could have, although my personal record had been
four.

My cock head was very sensitive and besides my cum had been absorbed into
my skin and so was dry and the afterglow of cumming finally dwindled so I
stopped what I was doing and just lay there thinking. Scott seemed like a
nice guy and more importantly he seemed to fit what I was looking for. The
talk about cocks and pissing and stuff seemed like a good sign but his
statement about actually looking at his cock almost seemed like an
invitation. I finally got the energy to get up and clean myself off then
pulled my briefs and a t-shirt on and went down the hall to the kitchen to
get some cookies and milk. Jacking off worked up and appetite and whenever
I could, I ate afterwards. I polished off a dozen Oreos while I surfed the
channels on the TV then went upstairs to bed.


Chapter III

Mom was sleeping in and would have to work again that night so I quietly
ate breakfast and watched 'toons till she got up around eleven. The rest of
the day was boring and I alternated between wondering about seeing Scott
that night and doing my homework. My grades were only okay and could have
been a lot better but I was having trouble getting motivated, as though
that was a new story. Mom went to work at a quarter to six and I left for
Borders ten minutes later. Scott wasn't there but showed up in a big rush
almost thirty minutes late.

"Sorry," he said right off the bat, "but one of my brothers stopped by and
I had to spend some time with him. I hope you haven't been waiting long." I
told him it was okay, that I hadn't been waiting long but the fact was I
had been thinking that maybe he wasn't going to show up. We sat and for a
moment were at a loss for words then he asked what I'd done all day and
from there we progressed on to all manner of things. None of it was really
very important or earth shattering except that in talking about my grades
he asked if it would be helpful if he would help me study. Since that would
be a way for us to get together I agreed immediately. It gave us a
legitimate reason to exchange phone numbers, which we also did. He was very
clear with me though that he spent a great deal of time studying, had
little free time so getting together every day wasn't going to be an
option. I told him that was okay, that I would be grateful for any time
that he could spare me. He looked at his watch then said that he had to go,
that he was meeting with his study group.

"Tell you what though. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" I told him that
I didn't and he asked if I'd like to go swimming. It was March, a cold
March so I asked what he had in mind. He said that we could drive out to
his parents place and use their indoor pool. I told him that would be
awesome so he agreed to pick me up about ten the next morning. He asked if
I wanted a ride home, which of course I did, so we left and went through
the same little ritual of staring at each other in his car in front of my
house. He leaned toward me and I really felt like he wanted to kiss
me. Instead he reached out and tenderly removed a piece of lint from my
cheek, his touch warm and almost electric. He'd no sooner removed his hand
than his gaze jerked to some place behind me.

"What," I said, turning to see my friend John standing on the sidewalk with
Alex Stetson of all people. "They're friends of mine," I said. "So, I'll
see you tomorrow morning then," I said and he nodded his head saying,

"I'm looking forward to it." I climbed out and he took off as I turned to
face John and Alex.  "Hey what's up," I said to John, surprised as all hell
to see Alex with him.

"What's gonna be up is your dick," he said with a lascivious smile and
pulled a video out from under his jacket.  "When does your mom get home
from work?" It was only about seven thirty and mom wouldn't be home for at
least an hour and a half, which is what I told him, looking at Alex then
back to John. I felt my cock start to harden in my pants. I'd wanted to see
what Alex's cock looked like and now I was going to find out.

"Come on," I said and headed up the walk to my front door, trying to be
casual as I put my hand in my pocket to get the key and adjust my rapidly
hardening cock without being noticed. Once inside John went straight to the
VCR, shoved the tape in and turned on the TV. I went to my room and grabbed
a hand towel for cleanup and returned to the living room to find the two
boys sitting at each end of the sofa, eyes glued to the screen where a guy
was getting his big fat cock sucked while the girl finger fucked her
pussy. So, that meant that I had the middle and I was more than okay with
that. Both John and Alex were already rubbing at the fronts of their jeans
so I just flopped down between them and watched the action. John was the
first to unzip and put his hand inside but I went one better and unbuttoned
and unzipped then slipped my hand in over my underwear and rubbed against
my hard as rock cock. Alex was looking over at both of us and decided to
follow my example so was soon rubbing his hand on the outside of his
Jockey's.

"Fuck this is so hot," John groaned. He's followed suit and opened his
pants like we had but both hands were underneath his underwear and working
on bare flesh. I was getting cramped in my briefs and was dying to let
myself get freed so decided fuck it and reached inside, grabbed onto my
cock and pulled it out, my wrist holding the waistband of my underwear out
of the way.

"Good idea," Alex commented and did the same thing and we both just looked
at each other's fourteen year old pride and joy. His cock was
beautiful. Longer than mine by an inch at least, he was also much thicker
than me, the perfect head at the top almost smaller than the width of the
shaft unlike mine which was more evenly proportioned.

"Nice cock Brandon," he said, staring at my upright shaft. I commented on
his as well then commotion on my other side drew my attention and I turned
to see that John had shoved his pants and underwear to his ankles, allowing
his legs to splay open.

"Damn right," I thought to myself. I hated jacking off when I felt
constricted by clothing, preferring the freedom of complete nakedness
whenever possible, which was why I did it my room most of the time. I would
have preferred it then and there too but until you know someone, you have
to go slow or get accused of being different. Anyhow, I did the same thing,
shoving my pants down and pulling my shirt up to my neck and Alex was right
behind me. We spend the next minute or so just looking at each other and
playing with our cocks, pulling them upright and letting the smack back
against the firm bare flesh of our bellies or pushing them forward or
sideways or whatever. I saw that the bag hanging between Alex's bare thighs
was as smooth as my own but the eggs inside were definitely bigger than
mine and I wondered briefly if he made more sperms than John and me,
rightly figuring that we'd all find out in the next five minutes. I also
noticed that his pubic bush was fuller than mine, as well as being a dark
brown where mine was more black.

A moan from the TV drew our attention back to the front of us in time to
see the guys cock slip inside of her cunt, our view of course being from
between their legs looking from where their feet would be.

"Oh fuck," John said quietly as he grasped onto his cock and slowly stroked
it with his thumb and forefinger. I glanced as Alex who had taken his in a
full fist but had his hand reversed so that his thumb was down and not
up. That looked pretty strange and I tried it just to see how it felt but
went back to my normal position, a full thumb down grip. The three of us
stroked along in tandem as the view on the screen changed so that we were
looking down on the couple, the guy on his knees between her legs, the legs
down so that we could easily see his cock slide in and out of her while she
fingered her pussy, rubbing on parts that we had no name for.

"Fuck I can't take this any more, man, I gotta fucking cum," John moaned
out and both Alex and I watched as he picked up speed then groaned as his
whole body tensed up and he shot, a short stream of white firing out onto
his belly. John kept on jacking, his body relaxing back onto the sofa and
his cock slowing to an ooze.

"Cool," Alex said under his breath, then to me, "wanna see who can cum
first?" I nodded my head we both went to town, jacking off with a fury,
Alex's other hand cupping and tugging on his balls while my smooth balls
simply bounced the way nuts do when you're pounding your dick. Alex quickly
changed his grip to match mine saying that he was cumming but so was I and
we both stared at each other's cock as they erupted, both spewing out globs
of warm white liquid. Mine went to about an inch above my belly button but
Alex shot to his nipples, the stream of cum landing almost dead center
between them. We both continued pumping our hard young cocks and both sets
of boy balls did their part by shoving sperm up the shafts and out into the
cold world. Alex's became more single shots after that first one, the
droplets landing here and there on his heaving belly while mine went more
into plopping mode, the drops barely clearing my piss slit and falling onto
my belly. We both finally slowed to a dribble, hands gently nursing the
leaking tubes, and we looked into each other's eyes and smiled. John
meanwhile declared a tie saying that we came at the same time, but that
Alex had shot farther and made more stuff.

"I guess we'll just have to have," and he paused for emphasis then
finished, "a jack off," then laughed as his own joke while John and I
rewarded him with our own laughter. It was sort of funny.  I took the towel
from between us and cleaned myself off then handed it to Alex who did the
same. Our legs had been resting against each other through the entire
process, actually pushing against each other during the jack off, and since
Alex had made no move to move, as it were, I didn't see any reason too
either. I sort of liked the warmth and feel of his leg against mine but
didn't have any time to consider it much as John and stood up. He stood
facing us, t- shirt now dropped but his pants still down to his ankles, his
still rock hard cock sticking out from under the edge of his shirt.

"Wanna go again?" he asked. I looked over at Alex; saw his still hard cock
resting against his belly while he absently rubbed on his balls, just like
I did sometimes. He nodded his head and I said yes and John proceeded to
take all his clothes off and stood in front of us, sort of posing, while he
stroked on his cock. What could I do but kick off my shoes, stand up, and
step out of my pants and underwear as I pulled my shirt off. Alex did the
same and there we stood, three horny teenage boys whose cocks were still
rock hard even after cumming less than five minutes before. Alex's cock
looked even bigger, fatter as he stood there without any anything obscuring
him. His ball were definitely large and hung loosely, on slightly lower
than the other, sort of like mine but unlike John's who were side by side
in his smooth wrinkled sac.

We turned to the TV set where the guy was pulling his cock out of the girls
pussy and began jacking off and in moments began shooting cum out onto the
girl. Fuck did that guy make a lot of sperm. The hose in his hand kept
shooting stuff out like a roman candle without color, the globs of cum
landing in her tits, her stomach and her shaved off pussy. She rubbed his
cum into her tits while he was still shooting then reached between her
legs, pulling her lips apart, and began rubbing his cum into her girl
parts, moaning and groaning the whole time. John was the first to start
jacking his cock while we stood there watching the screen. I decided to sit
on the floor and Alex followed my lead but it wasn't all that comfortable
so I stood up and motioned Alex to help me and we pushed the sofa about
four feet closer then sat back down, leaning back against the sofa, and
resumed making love to our fists, albeit much slower than the first time.

We watched as the screen changed to two guys and one girl, the two of them
kneeling next to her head, an arm on each others shoulder supporting each
other while their other hand directed their cock to her face. She took turn
sucking first on one, then on the other cock, her hands cupping and tugging
on the hairy balls that hung almost in her face. Like the first time, my
and Alex's legs were touching each other and neither of us made any move to
change that. Every once in a while I looked over at him and he always
smiled at me and at one point he quit jacking with his left hand and placed
it on the floor where my hand was, his finger laying on top of mine. I
looked at him when he did that and he smiled even bigger at me. I was
really beginning to wonder if maybe I'd found a boy my own age who was
willing to sex around. My attention was once again drawn back to the screen
when John uttered "holy shit," holey being the operative word.

On guy was sort of laying down and the girl had sat on his lap facing the
camera but instead of his cock going up her cunt hole it got shoved in her
asshole. She lay backwards and the other guy got between all their legs and
shoved his cock up her cunt.

"Fuck I didn't know they could do that," John mumbled as he stroked faster
on his cock, squeezing his legs together and relaxing them and enhancing
his feelings. They fucked and we stroked, the noise of our breathing
getting a little more pronounced in the stillness of my living room, the
volume on the TV having been turned down low from the very beginning.  As
we jacked onward I noticed that Alex had leaned a little bit and our
shoulders were touching as well and it wasn't long before he was leaning
into me. And still we jacked on, alternating between fast and slow, trying
to draw things out, to delay or second cumming.  John moaned out that he
was cumming and his hand became a blur as he brought himself off, his
second offering only oozing out of his cock and down his thumb. I bet he'd
jacked off that morning before he even left the house.

"I'm gonna go wash off. Is that okay Bran?" he asked. I nodded at him to go
ahead while Alex and I kept on pumping our cocks, now watching each other
and ignoring the fuck fest on the screen.

"I'm gonna cum Brandon," he moaned and I seconded it. Out bodies were now
touching almost completely from shoulder to toes and we moaned and stroked,
our faces really only inches apart. Just as he came, Alex angled his cock
and his first shot of cum ended up on my hip, almost in my pubic hair. Not
to be out done I did the same, the glob of white cream landing in the
crevice where our thighs touched. We kept on jacking, nursing, coaxing our
balls to give up more liquid but the show was practically over. Then Alex
did a weird thing. He reached to where my cum had landed between our legs
and scooped it out with his finger then put it in his mouth. My mouth
dropped open and he laughed.

"Tastes just like mine does," he said, his hand returning to nurse is
oozing cock. He looked over his shoulder to where John could be heard in
the bathroom pissing. "I want you to sleep over at my house some time
Brandon.  Okay?" He said it quietly so I knew he didn't want John to know
and that meant practically everyone else too. I only nodded my head as John
came back into the room asking if we'd finished yet. We responded with a
yes at the same time but John wasn't listening.

"Look at that," he said and we directed our gaze to the screen where both
cocks had left their cubbyholes and the guys were shooting globs of cum out
all over the girl's pussy, each guy actually jacking the other guys cock.
I looked at Alex who looked at me and mouthed, "interesting," at least I
thought that was what he was saying. It may have been "interested", as in a
question, and that had a whole different meaning.

"Jeez you guys, my mom will be getting home soon, we better get this place
put back. I quickly wiped off as did Alex then we pushed the sofa back,
matching it up with the indents in the carpet.

"Wanna go wash off," I asked him and he nodded his head then followed me
into the bathroom. I ran a washcloth under warm water then went about
cleaning his cum and mine from my body then rinsed it and decided to take a
chance and instead of handing to him, I used it and cleaned him off myself,
even wiping the drops from his pubic hairs. He didn't make any move to stop
me and as I stood back upright to rinse the cloth out again and put it back
he said,

"I really meant it about you spending the night at my house sometime." I
nodded my head and whispered okay.

"That was pretty fun maybe we can do it again." John said as we went back
into the living room and finding him fully dressed.  Our cocks finally
softened and swayed as we walked, Alex's still a fat tube. As he pulled on
his underwear, Alex responded with a maybe but didn't sound all that
interested although he winked at me, reinforcing my thoughts about his
wanting to spend time with me alone and sexy time at that. We got dressed
and they left and I went to my room and got undressed for bed then lay
there ruminating about the night's events, almost forgetting that I had a
date with Scott for the next morning. Then I dwelled on that for a moment.
A Date; was that what it was really? Was I going on a date with a guy?
Somehow that seemed exciting to me and if hadn't spermed twice in the past
hour I'm sure that I could have done so while thinking about it. As it was,
however, my cock lay snoozing, resting it's little head on my balls, all
tired out from the evening's play.


Chapter IV

I slept till almost eight, something I rarely do, got up, showered and
ate. I grabbed my swim suit then went into the kitchen and left a note for
my mom, saying I was going to the pool with a friend then maybe a movie and
I'd be back home by five for dinner. I assumed I'd be home by that time,
having no idea where Scott's parent's home was. I was looking out the
window when he pulled up at ten sharp and I headed out the door.

"Hey," he said as I slid in and closed the door. He was smiling at me and I
sort of felt myself blush a little bit cuz his look was, uumm, almost
adoring like. I smiled back and told him I was great and we took off. He
asked if I'd done anything special with my friends the night before and I
told him we just sat around and watched a stupid movie for a couple of
hours. I felt a little bit guilty about lying to him but then I didn't know
him well enough to tell him what we really did. I asked where we were
headed and he told me where his parents lived which was a rich neighborhood
on the other side of the city. We made small talk about all kinds of stuff
for the twenty five minutes it took to get there, well, almost there. The
neighborhood is gated with a guardhouse that you have to stop at before you
can get in. The guard must have known Scott's car cuz the metal arm that
blocked the driveway started to go up before we got there and Scott waved
at him as we passed by. A few minutes later we pulled into a driveway and
drove for another minute or so through what seemed like a forest before
coming out in front of a huge mansion.

"Wow," was about all I could say. Scott chuckled.

"Yeah, I know, it's what a lot of people say when they see it for the first
time." The house was mostly square, but three stories high and had those
big white columns all along the front. Scott pulled up under a covered
carport like thing in front and we got out and walked up to the huge front
doors. Scott punched a code into the keypad then opened the door and we
walked inside. I'm not going to try to tell you all what I saw cuz it was
too much, but the place was like a museum or one of the houses you seen in
magazines that kings live in and stuff. I walked alongside Scott down a
hallway toward the back of the house and he explained that his great-
grandfather had built the house in the late eighteen hundreds. The family
had gotten a huge land grant for some reason or other and that, along with
their shipping and lumber businesses, made them quite wealthy. His
grandfather lived in the house and when Scott's dad had gotten married they
simply lived there too and of course Scott had grown up in the house.

"It has like twelve bedrooms so it wasn't like there wasn't plenty of room
or anything." We went through an exercise room at the back corner of the
house and I could see out onto lawns, gardens and huge trees and stuff.  It
was like a city park only nicer. Scott explained that his parents had gone
to the Bahamas for a week of business and relaxation and had given the
three servants the week off as well.

"So we have the place to ourselves," he told me as we went through a door
into a small room then through another door into the poolroom. It was
pretty humid, even though there were fans to help clear it out, and large
bush like trees and plants to soak it up the excess water in the air. Scott
started undressing where he stood, tossing his shirt onto a chair as he
kicked off his shoes.

"I see you brought a suit Brandon but you don't need to wear it if you
don't want to. I mean, there's no one here but us and I usually swim nude,
unless that makes you uncomfortable that is." He had stopped undoing his
pants as he said it, wondering what I was going to do. I was way nervous
about it actually; afraid of showing off my cock, of maybe catching a
boner, all that stuff. On the other hand this is sort of what I wanted
wasn't it. This is what I thought was going to help me decide about me.

"No, I guess it's okay Scott," I told him. He asked if I was sure cuz he
could grab a suit out of the dressing room. I shook my head and pulled off
my t-shirt then sat and untied my shoes. I sort of watched Scott out of the
corner of my eye as he pulled his slacks off and draped them over the back
of the chair then, with his back to me, he tugged his boxers down enough to
let them drop to the floor. His butt was white as snow and slender like
mine, the crack between his cheeks a little darker in the very inside. My
shoes and socks were off and I stood to undo my jeans as he turned around
showing me his cock for the first time. I know that my jaw must have
dropped open because Scott just chuckled.

"Yeah, I know, it has that effect on people, come on lets swim. He ran to
the pool edge, the long thick hose hanging between his legs flopping
around, then dove in, his cock hitting the water before anything else, of
that I was quite sure. I shucked my clothes off, feeling a little
self-conscious at my own feeble cock as my mind replayed what I'd seen. The
thing had to be nine inches long, at least, and thick like Alex's cock but
maybe even more so. The head was smooth looking and large like a little
baby's fist. His hair was somewhat bushy and black as pitch but I couldn't
remember what his balls looked like. I didn't get that much of a looking
time and what I'd noticed most of course was his horse cock.

I deposited my clothes on a chair, ran and dove in, hitting the water
before Scott had surfaced. When I surfaced Scott was climbing out of the
pool, then he headed for the diving board got on and walked out to the
end. His cock was so fucking big I was just amazed. It looked out of place
on his thin body. He balanced, sprung and went into a full back flip,
knifing into the water in what looked to me like a perfect dive. I wondered
though if it was uncomfortable doing all the jumping around and stuff with
his long cock flopping around like that. I'd have thought it would throw
him off balance or something.

"That was pretty incredible," I told him when he surfaced close to me and
he thanked me.

"Doesn't that sorta hurt or anything with your cock flying around like that
Scott?" He laughed.

"Not really but sometimes the head gets whacked against my hip or something
and that kinda smarts but otherwise no. You wanna try a dive?" I had done
some swimming and diving but nothing like that and I told him so but he
just said that he wasn't a judge and to go ahead if I wanted to. I did, and
I didn't. I'd never swam nude before and I liked the freedom of it, my
stuff just floating about in the water like that. But I was nervous about
exposing myself too, which was sort of silly considering what I'd done the
night before. I guess it was because Scott was older and, oh hell I didn't
know just what the fuck it was. Scott sensed my nervousness.

"Come on, let's try something," he said then moved toward the steps that
were about twelve feet away. He walked up the steps and stood at the edge
of the pool, me following right behind him like a little puppy dog. He
stopped and turned and I stopped, facing him, about three feet separating
us.

"Okay, look all you want, and I'll look too and we'll get this out of the
way and move on. Okay?" He then lowered his gaze to my groin and looked me
over so I did the same. Unlike my cock, his hadn't seemed to shrink in the
cool water but remained its' long thick self. Like me, his hairs were flat
against his pubic bone. I could see that his balls were fairly large,
hanging very loose in a somewhat furry bag.

"You've got a pretty nice cock Brandon," he told me. I looked back at his
face.

"Thanks. My friends tell me that too," I said, not realizing how that might
sound or what it might indicate.

"Soooo, your friends have seen your cock huh?" he said with a smile. I felt
myself blush as I thought about the night before and all the afternoons in
John's bedroom after school. And I felt my cock start to harden which did
not go unnoticed.

"It's okay Brandon, I understand. Boys mess around a lot and most boys
react like that," he nodded to my rising dick, "quite easily so don't
worry. Lets go play now." He said and turned toward the diving board. I
wasn't sure but I thought that perhaps his cock had started to rise as
well. We swam and we dove and goofed around for another hour, alternating
between the pool and the Jacuzzi where we just lounged in the hot water.

"Are you getting hungry Brandon?" he asked and I realized that I was indeed
so told him yes. He nodded his head to follow him so we headed toward a
doorway and entered the shower room, a fairly large open tiled space. We
took turns rinsing under the single shower head then I followed his lead,
using the liquid soap dispenser and proceeding to wash the chlorine off our
bodies, starting at the top and working down.

"Want me to wash your back?" he asked and I said sure so he turned me
around and did exactly that, starting at the shoulders and working down. He
didn't stop at my waist like I thought he would but went right onto my butt
cheeks, kneading the flesh and actually soaping inside the crack just a
little bit before moving on down one leg.  I automatically stepped out a
little bit to give him better access and when he came up his fingers grazed
against my balls as he moved to the other leg. It felt really good having
him wash me and I felt myself get hard, full on hard too, and not just a
little bit. I was sort of embarrassed about it but his hands felt so good
on my skin. He stood up and rubbed my back a little bit, then my shoulders,
pressing his fingers into me like a massage. He let his hands move down
over my shoulders and onto my chest, rubbing into my pecs then my
nipples. He had to stand close in order to reach and it was then that I
felt his cock against the back of my thigh and discovered that he was hard
too.

I let myself rest against him, putting his head close to mine. "Feels good
doesn't it." He whispered in my ear.

"Unhuh," I mumbled. He moved back slightly and slipped his hands underneath
my arms then pressed back into me, his rock hard cock pressed into my butt
cheek, and put his hands back on my chest and rubbed, moving ever so slowly
downward. He rubbed down onto my belly until my cock head touched the side
of his hand.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered.

"No," I whispered back, my voice hoarse from tension. His hand moved down
until his fingers were kneading in my pubic hair and then at the base of my
cock. I reached behind me and put my hands on his butt cheeks just below
the hip and he pressed into me harder. His fingers moved down and one hand
cupped my balls while the other grasped onto my shaft.

"Ooohhh God, I moaned. I moved my hand between us. I wanted to feel his
cock too, to finally see what it felt like having another guys cock in my
hand. Scott knew what I was doing and moved back just enough for me to
grasp onto his hard dick. I squeezed the shaft firmly as Scott began to
slowly stroke on my cock, his own hips moving back and forth slightly as
though trying to fuck into my hand.

"I'm goin to cum Scott," I moaned out.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked in my ear, his breath making me even more
tingly, and I mumbled back a yes.  He gave my balls another squeeze then
moved his arm up to cross my chest and held me as his hand gripped me a
little bit tighter and his stroke picked up a little bit of speed. I felt
my balls tingle and before I could say anything, I came. Oh man did I
cum. It was the most intense cumming I'd ever had and made me see spots,
like when a flash bulb goes off in front of you. Having someone else's hand
on my hard young cock and making me cum was incredible. I moved my butt to
and fro, trying to help the feelings along as I felt my cock pulse out at
least five times. Scott gripped my cock even tighter but slowed down a
little bit as though to nurse my cock along and he held me tight as my
knees went weak from the feelings.  He finally let go of my cock and put
his other arm around my belly and just held me close, his cock still
pressing between us with my hand on it.

"How was that?" he finally asked in my ear.

"Fucking awesome killer incredible. I never felt like that before," I
whispered back to him.

"I'm glad," he said back to me, finally letting me go. I turned around and
my gaze was torn between his eyes and his cock, which was standing out from
him body like a limb on a tree. His cock won out and I grasped onto it and
squeezed on it, realizing that the thing would hold three of my hands. at
least.

"Want me to make you cum too Scott?" He told me that it would take forever
probably but we could jack it off together and when he got close he would
tell me and I could do it myself. That sounded like fun so I said yes and
he took over the top, on the head, while I was farther down the shaft. He
started moving his hand and I moved mine in tandem with him, reveling in
the feel of someone else's cock, finally. I loved it and was looking
forward to exploring it further, if not Scott's then someone else's cock. I
decided to improvise and clutched onto his fat balls and tugged and
squeezed on em, figuring that if I liked it he would too. He moaned when I
did it so I kept it up until he told me he was ready to cum. He grabbed a
bottle of conditioner and told me to hold out my hand then squirted some in
the palm.

"Massage on the head until I tell you to stop, okay," he said in a low
husky sort of voice. I nodded my head, grabbed his little one and moved in
front of him then went to town; just like I did on my own cock when I used
Vaseline or something.

"Oh fuck, oh god that feels good Brandon. Keep doing it, keep stroking my
cock," he whispered. He grabbed onto my cock and was feeling me up at the
same time then all of a sudden he said, "Off the head, off the head
Brandon," and of course I knew he was cumming. The fat head erupted and
since I was standing in front of him, it spat all over me and I mean a
lot. The thing shot off at least six time and none of that pissy assed
little dribble shit but full on shots of cum that hit all over on my belly
and started running down toward my pubes. The thing finally did slow to a
dribble and pulsed out at least another five times before it seemed like it
was over and I let go.

He puffed his cheeks up then blew the air out saying, "Whew, that was
pretty hot." I nodded my head. "I guess I got you pretty gooey huh?" he
said.

"Yeah. Do you always make that much of cum?" I asked him. He nodded his
head then said that being with me probably helped since it made him so hot
holding me and jacking me off. He got some liquid soap and proceeded to
clean his sperm from my body, telling me what a nice cock I had and how fun
it had been making me cum like that.

"Have you ever done anything like that before?" he asked. I told him I
hadn't then went on,

"Well, I mean I've jacked off with other boys before but never been jacked
off and haven't ever jacked anyone off either. I been wanting to try it and
now that I have I want to keep trying it," I said with a big smile.

"Well, if you want, I can probably help you with that." he said with a
smile.

"That would be so awesome," I responded.