Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2004 09:07:49 -0800 (PST)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jerry meets Lightening - chpt 4

This story is a memory from my past, embellished a little, but fun to
recall!  It's a story of sexual interaction between two teen boys.  If this
type of material offends you, please do not read.  However, if you enjoy
these kinds of stories, read on...and enjoy!


Chapter 4 - Sandy's Surprise

Note: Here it is. The chapter some of you wanted me to print. This chapter
is not going over so good with some of you, but some wanted to know what
happened. If bisexual is not for you - stop now.

  All good things have to eventually come to an end. My infatuation with
Jerry had gone on for over a year. In fact, the infatuation had turned to a
steady love and a close friendship. Jerry and I were both popular. Popular
jocks have an image to perpetuate. By that I mean that we were expected to
date and show an aggressive interest in girls. We tried to do just that.
Our own secret overnight affairs were ours alone. As mentioned earlier,
Jerry had become much closer with Coach and a few boys on the track team,
but we seldom discussed that. Jerry was always there for me, but felt he
had a right to see his other friends too. Both of us agreed that we were
just best friends. We would even double date girls and socialize to give
the impression that we were "into sex" - just horny teens. Neither of us
really understood just how right we were.

  At 15, we still spent a lot of time goofing off in his room as we had for
over a year now. Both Jerry and I had grown in more ways that one. By this
time, I was sporting a six inch shaft a little heavier and longer than
Jerry's. His was catching up, but was going to be slender and maybe an inch
shorter. Size was not an issue though. We liked each other for who we were.

  As I mentioned earlier, nudity was no big deal with us or with his
family. We swam in Speedos in front of family, often ran around the house
in track shorts, and lay around his room in our shorts or underwear. When
his mom or dad came in the room, we would settle down a little, mostly
because we were constantly goofing off on the bed or the floor. His parents
treated me like Jerry. If we broke something, both of us would catch it. If
we were too noisy, they would yell upstairs for us to "Settle down!" They
did realize that we were both into puberty, and his dad let us know that he
was there if we needed to talk. Jerry also got "the talk" from his
dad. Sandy got it from mom.

  Sandy.... That's where the problem would come from. Jerry's sister,
Sandy, was a couple of years younger than he was. She had just turned
thirteen when we realized she was also changing. She still liked to join us
in Jerry's room to watch TV and goof off with us. Up until now, it had been
no big deal. We considered Sandy to be more of a pest than a problem. She
often wore nothing more than her panties. To her, that was fair. Jerry and
I wore just boxers or tighties. We had let her wrestle and climb all over
us. She was aware of the differences between us, and sometimes would tease
us when our penis got big. Although she knew the basics about child birth,
she didn't really understand it that well. She thought it was "gross' that
men stuck their penis into girls. At times, she was curious about boys. She
would ask how big they got, or why we would stop wrestling when they got
stiff. Jerry openly and simply answered her.

  Sandy was very cute, and loved attention. Even with Jerry's answers to
her about boys, she liked to tease both of us. Usually, we tried to be laid
back about it. If we stopped wrestling with her because we were getting
aroused, she would look to see. Sometimes, she would watch and wait. Other
times, she would want to see if it was still stiff, or ask why that makes
any difference. If we objected, she would remind us that she sometimes saw
us in the shower naked. Sandy and Jerry shared a bathroom. For years, they
had showered in front of each other or used the bathroom in their underwear
without any shame.

 Recently, Jerry had asked her to knock first. Each had a door from their
room into the bathroom. Sandy didn't see why Jerry was being so
"fussy". Jerry had been embarrassed when Sandy walked in while he was
jerking off (which he did a lot lately). I don't think she understood what
he was doing. She just got a free look at his stiffy. To Sandy, Jerry was
her brother. Sex was not allowed between brother and sister. I think it was
just assumed. I had never heard the parents tell them that.

  Trouble is curiosity doesn't obey the rules. It nags at you until it's
satisfied....and Sandy was loaded with curiosity. She loved her brother,
but if he was not going to tell her what was so great about sex, or about
being a boy, she would find out her way. That meant she would watch when we
didn't think she was watching ...or listen to what we were saying...or even
spy on us.

  No more than a week after Sandy saw Jerry jerking off in the shower, she
heard us come in from taking a swim. We headed to the shower to rinse off
before dressing. The door to Sandy's room was closed when we slid out of
our Speedos. We knew she was in her room. We could hear the TV going. By
the time we had undressed, I looked over to see the door cracked and a pair
of eyes peeking at us. She knew I had spotted her. She left the door
cracked, but backed off.

  I didn't say anything, but got in the shower with Jerry. The glass doors
to the shower were steamy. Sandy couldn't see much without coming
inside. Jerry and I played around, and even jerked each other off. Sandy
could hear us moaning, but couldn't tell why. She didn't come into the
room. When we finished our shower, we dried each other off in front of the
full size wall mirror. The eyes were back at the door again. Smiling, I
turned to give her a good look before leading Jerry into his room still
nude. He hadn't seen anything. Sandy got the message. I wasn't going to
tell Jerry she was spying on us.

  Our little secret became a game. A day later, I lay next to Jerry on his
bed jerking him off while Sandy watched from the bathroom door. With his
eyes closed, Jerry moaned in delight and shot off his load. Sandy opened
the door wide enough to let me see her standing there. She watched in
surprise to see her brother's sperm shooting over his chest as his hips
sprang into the air and arched up off the bed. By the time Jerry had
recovered from his orgasm, Sandy had returned to watching through a slight
crack. I wouldn't go any further until I knew if we could trust her. So
far, all she could claim was that she had seen us jerk off.

  "Why did you do that to Jerry?" Sandy asked later when Jerry wasn't with
us.

  "Because guys love the feeling they get when they play with it. It really
feels good when the sperm shoots up in the air." I answered.

 "He sure liked it. I saw him do that in the bathroom. I knew he was mad at
me for seeing it, so I pretended I didn't see it. Is that jerking off?"

  "Yes." I admitted. "How did you know that?"

  "Girls know stuff." Sandy snickered. "Some girls do that for boys, but I
didn't know boys do it for other boys."

  "Jerry and I would get in trouble if you told on us. We just like doing
that for each other." I explained.

  "I wouldn't tell. Is that why Jerry don't want me to see him do it?"

  Sandy seemed to sense that she had just seen something girls don't get to
share with their brothers.

  "Yes, it is. I let you see because I knew you wouldn't tell on us. Jerry
wouldn't like it if he knew, so you have to keep it quiet. O K?"

  An impish look was my answer. "Do I get to do it?"

  "Girls don't jerk off." I giggled.

  "They jerk off boys. I heard about that. Boys like it."

  "O K, but you don't tell. We could both get in a lot of trouble. Meet me
in the bathroom when Jerry goes jogging. I'll skip it this morning."

  Did I want to do this? Yes - I did. I liked Sandy. We had played games
like wrestling where she would lay on my chest and slide over my dick, or
she would straddle my chest tickling me which would cause my dick to get
hard. I had dreamed of the day when I could let her play with it, but that
wasn't possible with Jerry there. Now she was asking to see me without
him. I was nervous, but I had to take the risk.

  Not long after that, Jerry was off jogging. The parents had left for some
adult thing^Åmaybe shopping. I went to the bathroom. Sandy was waiting. We
decided to use her bed. I was soon lying on my back nude while Sandy knelt
between my legs and began to play with my rigid shaft. She wore only her
panties.

  I knew this wasn't going to take long. I coached her on the fine art of
jerking off a guy. I also wanted to make it last, so I taught her to tease
by playing with it, when to back off, how to start with slow short strokes,
etc. I wanted to teach her a lot more, but now was not the time. I didn't
want to go to fast. For the first time, Sandy was being allowed to just
explore. She really did want me to enjoy what she was doing. We both knew
this was not going to be the last time. It shot off like a rocket way to
soon. Cum landed as high as my neck as several long streams shot out. She
even had a towel handy to wipe it up for me. Then, she climbed up on my
chest and kissed me on the lips. I gave her the first French kiss she had
ever had.

  Sandy whispered softly "I love you."

  "Don't say that." I told her. "Your brother would flip if he knew what we
just did. He and I are best friends."

  I knew even as I spoke that Sandy was a problem. She liked what we were
doing. She wasn't going to let it go at that. I didn't want her to, but I
didn't want to lose Jerry either. There was no way I could explain what I
had just done.

  That same night, Sandy came into our room to chat and watch TV with
us. She smiled at me, and lay next to me. Whenever Jerry wasn't watching,
she would face me and give me a peck on the cheek while one or both of her
hands worked their way down my tummy. To a teen, that's like an electric
bolt. My dick was so hard; I could have used it for a nail.

  As if he was ignoring her, Jerry got up to go downstairs to get us some
drinks.

  "Be right back." he chirped.

  He must have gone the long way. I was lying face to face with Sandy
kissing and giving in to her while she gently rubbed my dick through my
boxers. I know I should have stopped her, but I liked playing the
game...and taking the risk.

  Sandy had placed my hands on her waist. Her hands went inside my boxers
to play with my aching bomb. I had her panties down to her thighs to see
the light fuzz just beginning to spread, and was exploring her virginity
when I moaned, jerked, and shot off in her hands. She was still cleaning
the cum off her hands when Jerry came back in with the drinks. I also had
cum all over the fly of my boxers. Jerry hadn't seen anything. He just
handed us our drinks and plopped down on the floor to watch TV.

  An hour later, Sandy had left. Jerry had wasted no time. He slid in
beside me, and began massaging my chest and shoulders. His boxers were soon
off.

 His hard dick was begging for attention. I was so horny I wasted no time
either. Jerry was still my lover. I went to work making him happy. After
taking his load down the throat, I rolled him over on his back. He raised
his legs and brought his knees back to his chest. I was soon lubed up and
on my knees with my dick once more ready to share the pleasure. Jerry
hardly even flinched as it slowly slid inside. We took our time, enjoying
the moment. All too soon my dick had exploded once again, sending it's cum
into Jerry's waiting butt. His own juice once again shot all over his
stomach and chest. We showered, went to bed, and did it again.

  Nothing else happened between me and Sandy for about a week. I tried my
best to avoid being alone with her. She had me worried and confused. I was
having feelings, even dreams, about her. I wanted her. I wanted her
brother. Forget what Jerry would do if he found out I was fooling with his
little sister ^Ö what's a fag doing playing around with a girl. If I
couldn't answer that for myself, there was no way I could explain it to
either of them. What if Sandy caught me having sex with her brother? How
much did she know already? Can young teens develop ulcers? Can a horny teen
give up sex forever? Was Sandy satisfied now? Maybe her curiosity was a
thing of the past.

  On Saturday morning, I showed up to hang with Jerry. We were going to jog
and do some exercises first, so I was wearing my track shorts.

  "Jerry said to tell you he has to see Coach this morning. He'll be back
later. How 'bout I go jogging with you? Jer will probably work out at
Coach's or at the school." Sandy smiled.

  The parents had already left the house for work, or whatever.

  Sandy was used to jogging with us, so I agreed. I was more than a little
irked that jerry hadn't bothered to mention Coach. What did Sandy mean "Jer
will probably work out with Coach?" Why had Coach not mentioned anything
about a workout? ....More ulcers?

  It was obvious I was irritated. As we jogged, Sandy tried to chat. I
wasn't really up to it. My mind kept wandering to Jerry and Coach.

  "Jerry likes Coach a lot. He must like Jer too. Are you upset? You're
angry, aren't you?" Sandy asked.

  "Why would they work out without me? It just bothers me that I'm left
out. Jerry knew we were going to hang out today." I half snapped, half
whined.

  After jogging, Sandy suggested we shower and hang at the house. My first
impulse was to head back home. Sandy looked hurt. She would be at home
alone if I left. Jerry would be home after practice. Her parents would
probably be back soon, too. Could I hang with her 'til they get home?

  I knew Sandy was popular. One phone call and she could have friends at
her house in minutes. She was asking me to stay because we had the
house. Besides, she knew I wanted to stay. I was hurt that Jerry had just
left me there as if he was the only reason I came. Not this time. If Sandy
wanted me to stay, I would stay.

  "Only if we shower together." My answer caught Sandy a little by
surprise.

  "You really want too?" she came back quickly. "We're in deep trouble if
someone comes home."

  "I thought you wanted to shower. You don't think we're in deep shit if
they find out about us jerking off?"

  "I was going to get you in the shower anyway," she giggled.

  Without much more chat, we had headed upstairs. We giggled a lot, but she
slid sexually out of her training bra and shorts as I slid out of my track
shorts.

  Then came the underwear. We paused to enjoy our first view of each other
completely nude. Even though, we had fooled around a lot, this was the
first time we had both completely undressed in front of each other.

  She was a gorgeous girl. There was just a little fuzz showing over her
privates. Her boobs were still little mounds. Despite her athletic build,
she had the tiniest waist. Her smile was like a question mark. She waited
to see if I thought she was too young, or if I liked what I saw. She also
looked me over.

  She had seen and sized up my body before, but now I was displaying it
just for her.

  As I turned on the shower and adjusted the water, I held her to me. She
had her answer. We both liked what we saw. My answer was more obvious than
hers. My six inch hard-on was pointed half way up at her. When I held her
close, she could feel it pressing against her. She was a little shorter so
it pressed against her tummy. She returned my hug by wrapping her arms
around me. We both were into this dangerous game.

  After soaking under the warm water for a few minutes, I picked up the
liquid soap and began to lavish her in it as I massaged her from top to
bottom.

 Of course, I paused to fondle her nipples, causing her to moan as new
feelings arose and I very gently rinsed and kissed each one. I also kissed
my way down her chest, and tummy and finally into her most private
areas. My finger found her clit, and then slowly and gently slid into her
tight and reluctant opening. I didn't push in far. I was afraid of hurting
her. Knowing she didn't want to go that far yet, I kissed her and backed
off.

  She wanted to do her part. I had to bend a little to let her soap down my
shoulders, but she followed my moves. She even kissed and nibbled on my
nipples. I was surprised it felt so good. She continued down my chest and
tummy until she reached the thick bush around my aching shaft. Looking a
little timid, she proceeded to soap up the hair, shaft, and the balls. She
had touched them before, but not like this. She was enjoying feeling and
massaging my privates.

  As she did, I moaned and gently thrust my hips forward moving my dick
back and forth in her hands. She would stop me and push me back as if she
knew I wanted to shoot off for her. I was horny. I wanted to finish it.

  Slowly kneeling down in front of me, she rinsed off my shaft and stared
at it.

  "You don't have to do that." I offered to lift her back up.

  "I want to. I'm just not sure how I'm supposed to do it." Sandy
whispered.

  "Curl your lips so your teeth don't scrape it, and do only what you want
to do." I coached.

  She then leaned forward and tasted just the tip. After feeling it and
tasting it, she slowly slid the head inside her mouth. She didn't go much
further than that. It was definitely her first time. She must have liked
it. I could feel her tongue doing a job on my dick head. I could also feel
the balls starting to tighten up. If she didn't back off quick, she was
going to get more than she expected. I pulled back and lifted her up. She
knew I was cumming. Her hands grabbed the hard shaft just as it spit out
its load. Most of it splattered on her chest and stomach.

  After the shower, we dried each other off. We didn't know how much time
we had before someone came home, so we dressed. We giggled about how much
fun that was, and like the kids we were, we teased that it was something we
could not share because we wanted to do it again. The thrill of the game
was half the fun. When one of her friends called to ask if she could come
over, I decided I should leave.

  The following few days, I was more than a little cold toward Jerry. He
didn't deny he had been with coach. In fact, he sneered that he had the
right to see his friends whenever he liked. That was true enough. So did
I. He glared at me and smirked "You got some one else in mind?" I didn't
answer, but I sure did.

  "Did Coach screw you?" I snapped back instead.

  "Screw you!" Jerry almost yelled. "Yeah! Coach and Larry and Seth!"

  Ever regret something you said by the time you get it out? I sure did. I
wanted to erase the words and pretend they hadn't even crossed my mind.

 Jerry's glare said it all. He was hurt. I had told him we were free to go
our own way, but when he did, I had called him down. I was jealous. Angry
and alone.

  Jerry stormed away.

  That Saturday, I agreed to help Sandy get ready for her pool party. She
had asked if I would be a guest at the party also. I had hoped this was my
chance to make up with Jerry, and maybe apologize for a foolish remark, so
I accepted.

  No such luck. Sandy had told Jerry I was coming over. He promptly left to
visit Seth. He hadn't even bothered to leave a message.

  School was letting out soon. The weather was warm. It was a really great
day for a pool party. Sandy made it clear she was going to parade me around
as her special guest. I was still pretty popular as the state champ in the
dash. I was also a typical jock. Being shown off came pretty easy. I let
her know how lucky she was to have a high school jock at a junior high
party. We both laughed that off. Her brother was the captain of the
school's baseball team.

  She was a star of the girl's track team. Jocks were nothing special to
Sandy.

 The party was being chaperoned by parents - both Sandy's and some other
parents. They did most of the work setting up the food and such. Sandy and
I had enough time to disappear to her room unnoticed for almost an
hour. With Jerry gone, we were able to take our time changing into our swim
suits. As soon as we were undressed, Sandy showed her appreciation to me by
going down on me again. She was even better this time.

  I made a good decision by wearing boxer trunks to the pool instead of
Speedos.

  Most of Sandy's friends were about twelve and thirteen. Nevertheless,
some wore bikinis or tight swim suits. I spent a lot of time in the
water. It was easier to hide my hard-on that way. It was also a good way to
hide my problem when Sandy would start playing with it underwater. Some of
the other girls also got pretty brave when we were playing tag. I was sure
a few of Sandy's close friends were "accidentally getting a feel". You know
how that works. You swim into another person underwater, or maybe just
quickly grab a feel during a tag game. Still, I was enjoying it as much as
they were. I had to be careful about getting them back, though. I didn't
know how Sandy would take it.

  As the afternoon went on, several of the kids became friendlier than the
others. A thirteen year old girl named Chris grew fond of wrapping her legs
around my waist and sliding up and down over my stiff while hugging
me. Even though she got the evil eye from a few parents, she ignored them.

  "We got to spend some quality time together." Chris giggled, causing me
to blush. "You and Sandy an item?"

  Sandy caught on that her best friend was having too much fun. Chris
struggled to keep her dignity when Sandy grabbed her bikini bottoms and
laughed as she pulled them down to Chris's knees. Fortunately, Chris was
waist deep in the pool. She was forced to retreat to save face although I
had gotten a pretty good look by then.

  The boys didn't get off that easy either. Neither Sandy nor Chris was all
that shy. Whenever the parents weren't looking, several boys watched the
girls closely. Sandy and Chris would slip up behind them. Sandy would grab
one and hold him off balance while Chris would slide his swim suit to his
knees. The smart boys would just smile and pull their swim suit back up.

  A small twelve year old gorgeous blonde named Harold was their favorite
toy. Harold was at the party with an older brother because their family
insisted. Even though Harold had little to do with the decision, the other
kids made him pay. He had little to show. The girls knew that because he
wore a tight suit - not a Speedo, but a suit that was small for him. He was
also shy around girls. Every time the parents were away from the pool,
Harold lost his swim suit again. He was not big enough to keep Sandy from
getting him in an arm lock.

  Chris would pull his suit all the way off while Sandy walked him into
shallow water to show his teeny weenie to the others. His big brother
protested, but not very much. How many chances do you get to get even with
a pesky little brother? When the adults looked up to see why the girls were
giggling and laughing, Sandy would let Harold go. He would scamper back
into deeper water.

  His swim suit was returned to him by his brother. A red-faced Harold
didn't dare tell anyone. Adults would only embarrass him more.

  By evening, I was both horny and tired. The crowd had dwindled down to
maybe a half-dozen kids, and only Sandy's parents who had settled down at a
patio table far enough away not to bother the kids. Harold was still there,
and I think he was beginning to enjoy being pants-less most of the
time. His brother had become preoccupied with a girl that kept him busy
with some teen petting that causes horny teen boys to cream their swim
suits. Harold had discovered what it feels like to get stiff because some
girl was feeling his "thingy".

  Sandy warned Chris to stay with her date. Chris backed off, leaving me
alone.   
  "You kids need to go change into something for dinner." Sandy's dad came
over long enough to let us know we were having company for dinner.
  
  The games we had played with Harold had made both of us very horny. We
left the pool to get ready for dinner - and more.

  Once upstairs, we giggled and quickly lost the clothes. We showered
together knowing her parents had guests. They were busy. So were we. Sandy
knelt to kiss and take in her prize. She would not let it go until I had
shot a huge load down her throat. It was the first time she had not backed
off to watch me shoot.

  After we had showered, she surprised me again.  "You wanna do it?" she
blurted out.

  I'm not sure what I answered. I remember carrying her to her bed. There,
we laid side by side as we got into some heavy petting and kissing. During
that time, I managed to ease the mushroom head just inside her.

  "You sure?" I asked.

  She answered by pressing closer to me. The shaft slowly made its way
inside. Sandy grunted a little, but didn't back off. I knew it had to be
uncomfortable to her. She was really tight. I am still sure it was her
first time. The smile on her face said it all as I felt our pubes pressed
together. I was in. Sandy had just given up her cherry. We were both lost
in bliss. We paused long enough to enjoy being melded together.

  Then, I started slowly moving in and out. Like any teen, that didn't last
long. The strokes quickly changed to long forceful strokes that rocked the
bed. Before long, I felt my balls spasm repeatedly. My shaft lunged in as
far as it would go.

  Sandy met it with loud moans and held me tight. I unloaded for the second
time. We collapsed and rested trying to get our breath back. Then I eased
out. We didn't say much. I left her lying on her bed. We would need to
dress and head downstairs to mingle.

  I walked back into Jerry's room to dress. Jerry was standing there
holding Sandy's swim suit. He had picked it up off the floor. He didn't
look all that angry, but he wasn't happy either.

  "How long you two been making out?" he sounded demanding.

  "Not long, Jerry. I didn't think it would go this far. Honest." I
squeaked.

  "Yeah, right! I can't believe this! You and Sandy? What happened to guys?
You like guys! Remember?"

  "How much did you see?" I somehow thought maybe if he didn't see us, it
wouldn't be so bad to him.

  "Doesn't matter what I saw, does it? I heard enough to know you guys
weren't just holding hands. Don't worry. There's no way I'm going to say
anything...but you guys will use safe sex from now on. How much does she
know about us?"

  "She knows we have had sex, but she doesn't know what kind. She accepts
that we are not gay - just good friends." I explained.

  I think I knew that I was no longer Jerry's best buddy. Still, we agreed
that as long as I treated his sister with respect and kept our affair our
secret, he could live with that. He had no desire to explain his friendship
with me and the others.

  Although Sandy and I had sex a few more times, she had talked to Jerry
about us. All of us would start seeing others. Sandy had done me the favor
of letting other girls know I was "a good lover".

  I had no problem getting dates after this incident. Jerry also started
dating more. I remained friends with both of them through high school.

  Sadly, all of us lost touch when we left town to start college. Such is
life, I guess.  Still, it was a pretty special time for me, and a time that
I won't soon forget!

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