Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 21:31:43 -0500
From: Essentialjunk <essentialjunk@aol.com>
Subject: All American Boys - chapter 1

This is the first time I've told this story, really it's the first time
I've posted a story here at all. It starts off pretty vanilla, just two
teen guys finding sex. A couple of chapters in it takes a pretty wicked
turn thanks to teenage hormones and this new thing called the Internet. I
was a freshman in high school in 1993 when I first experimented with
"normal" sex before we moved to bondage and S&M activities, but this is my
story. What starts off consentual becomes anything but. I may not remember
the exact words that were spoken, but everything you read really happened,
it is 100% true. Only the names have changed.

And donate to Nifty. If you wind up rubbing one out to this, send them
something. They need it.

All American Boys

Jeff and I first met in third grade after I had moved to Louisiana. We were
in the same class at school and became fast friends. From there we
experienced everything together. I was from a big city in the north and had
moved to smaller city when my father was transferred for work. I knew no
one and quite honestly probably would have suffered less cultural shock had
we moved to Beirut. I had never been inside of a church, used ma'am or sir,
and didn't know I wasn't supposed to play with the black kids. The south
was a different world for me, but I was young and adapted.

Jeff helped me along with that. He already had a good group of friends and
I quickly became part of that. We all went to school together, rode bikes
together, and belonged to the same swim club. As we got older and had the
freedom to ride our bikes together we did the usual stupid things. We'd
leave home first thing in the morning, shirts off and on our bikes riding
around the neighborhood we owned. Or so we thought we did. Not a lick of
sunscreen, bottled water didn't exist, and our parents usually had no clue
where we were. We were all-American-boys. We rode our bikes to the fishing
hole and if we got thirsty we'd ride to the schoolhouse and run the water
fountain until the water became cold.

And Jeff and I were best friends. We had a good group of friends, there
were about 8 of us boys that ran together but each of us paired off with
our own close friends. We were always there for each other, though.

Elementary school passed and we moved on to middle school. We were all good
looking kids, the most popular in our classes, and because of that we hung
out with the cutest girls. Of course back then we had no clue. Kids didn't
know as much as they know now but we knew we were changing and we knew we
were popping boners at the most inappropriate times. No Internet, only the
occassional nudie magazine that we'd find, and dirty words in the
dictionary...that's how we found out about sex. And the National
Geographic.

We hit eigth grade and we were kings of school. We owned the place. 13 and
14 years old, hard and tanned bodies from summer outside everyday. No
definition at all but we all thought we were hard and tough. The girls
thought the same thing but it's only with age that you realize how young
and stupid you were. Eigth grade brought something new for us - sex
ed. Sexual Education in the sexually repressed south. They were only
allowed to talk about changes to the body, abstinence, and
masturbation. All taught by the male gym teacher...no wonder we were all
fucked up.

Masturbation. Holy shit. The amazement I had when I figured out what my
body could do. Before school, after school, and before bed. There wasn't a
safe sock in the house. Luckily my brother was off at college, my father
worked second shift, and my mother was taking college classes because I
don't know what would have happened if I didn't have all of that alone
time. The ceiling fan would blow the People Magazine sitting on the coffee
table open to a page with a bikini model on it and 45 seconds later I'd be
looking for something to wipe the load onto. Let a picture slid into my
head and seconds later I was jerking my bone. I couldn't explain why girls
weren't the only thing I was thinking of. Naive as I was, I thought I was
the only one. Little did I know.

It started out the same way it does for every teenage boys...Truth or
Dare. Here are two things every early teen will deny but are 100% true: we
all masturbated furiously and we all measured our dicks. Any guy old enough
to throw a bone that tells you he hasn't measured his dick is a fucking
liar. And one more truth: we all had a friend we fucked around with. Jeff
and I were no different.

I guess I should describe us. We were both tall, I can't remember how tall
we were at this time but we were the tallest in our class. I finished out
at 6'4" and Jeff finished out at 6'2" when we were fully grown. Jeff had
sandy colored hair which was kept short as dictated by his conservative
Baptist parents. I had dark brown hair that was longer and shaggy. His
parents didn't hide what they thought of it. We were both lean and
developing muscle. I was on a swim team and played baseball, Jeff played
baseball and was a wide receiver on the school football team. Six packs and
starting to show some pecs. We both had winter birthdays and were 14 years
old coming up on the end of our eigth grade year. A little bit of hair
under our arms and the start of treasure trails.

We were hanging out in Jeff's room. He had a great setup. His parents had a
two story house with a finished basement which is where Jeff's room was. He
had two older sisters, one 18 and one 16 who had to be up stairs so the
parents could monitor them closely. This was the south and girls were more
of a concern that boys. It worked out great for us because it didn't matter
what we were doing, they rarely came down and usually just yelled from the
top of the stairs. Plus we could hear anyone coming long before they were
even close.

So we were hanging in his room in our standard uniforms playing video
games. Our standard uniforms consisted of boxers, some sort of shorts, and
no shirts. We bored of the video games and started talking...Jeff asked if
I wanted to play Truth or Dare. Of course I did, not doing it was a sign of
weakness. It usually revolved around girls anyway. After the usual
questions, Jeff looked and me and asked what I wanted.

"Truth," I said.

"Do you masturbate?"

The elephant in the room for teenage boys. I told him the truth that I did
and asked him the same question. He admitted to it but claimed not that
often. It was bullshit, but I really didn't know any better. I told him I
was the same way. The truth of that matter was that we both masturbated
every fucking second we had and were worried that we were going to jerk our
cocks off. We weren't going to admit that though.

But the room changed, at least for me. This forbidden talk had caused me a
start springing wood. Jeff had his hands over his crotch but I was too
young and stupid to know why. I was up, "truth or dare." There was
something electric in the room and I decided to take a dare.

"Take your pants off."

Fuck me. "Are you serious?"

"Are you going to puss out on the dare?"

No way I was going to puss out on a dare, besides it's not like we hadn't
seen each other naked before. It had been awhile, though. We didn't shower
after baseball games and had no reason to see each other naked. I looked at
him and he just stared back at me, waiting. I said, "Fuck you, dude, I
don't give a fuck" and dropped my pants. I was around enough naked guys
playing sports that taking off my clothes around other people wasn't that
big of a deal, but I knew this was different. I had a decent cock, 6 inches
hard and 4.5 inches around. I knew because we measured that shit. I had a
dark colored patch of pubic hair and just a little bit on my balls...I was
slightly chubbed but not sporting wood.

Jeff stared at it and looked me in the eyes. In a meek voice with some of
my self assurance gone, I dared him to do the same thing. I was getting
hard and to save myself some embarassment sat down on Jeff's bed and put my
hands over it to try to hide it. Jeff pulled his shorts off but left his
boxers on. I called bullshit and told him he had to take his underwear off
too. He looked me in the eyes and slowly started pulling his boxers
down. He was hard and his boxers got caught on the boner. It sprang free
and he kicked them off to the side, standing there in all of his glory.

I had never seen another guy's boner before. I was hypnotized by it. I
openly stared. He was about the same length as me but it was fatter with a
nice patch of sandy colored pubic hair at the base. He was cut and had some
veins on it which I didn't have. I was fully hard at this point and asked
him if I could look at it closer. He stepped over to where I was sitting on
the bed and looked down at me...I broke eye contact and looked down at his
dick. I had had some masturbatory fantasies about a man's dick before, but
here was a live one right in front of me. Jeff moved side to side then
backed away a little bit.

I had forgotten all about the game but he had not. "Truth or dare."

I bit my lip, looked up at him, and said, "dare."

"Kiss it."

I'm sure that secretly I wanted him to say something like that, but I would
never have admitted it at the time. I looked up at Jeff who looked down at
his throbbing cock and nodded. I looked back and forth from him to his
cock, then told him that he was crazy. He said, "come on man, you can't
back out on a dare."

I was conflicted but figured I'd get it over with. Being honest with myself
I wanted to do it. Still sitting on the bed, Jeff moved in closer to me
with his cock right in front me. I could smell him...that combination of
man, sweat, and cock. I looked up at Jeff again, having to bend my head
further back, he stared back at me and said to do it.

So I did it. I placed a light peck on his cock, much like someone would
kiss their great aunt. I had moved up to him and he had moved closer when I
did but he didn't move back. I stayed where I was. I looked up at him with
his throbbing member right in my face, he looked back down at me with lust
and pleading in his eyes. No words were spoken, we just looked at each
other. He moved his cock towards my mouth again and I didn't move but
looked back up at him, his cock now touching my lips.

I swallowed and parted my lips, taking just the head in my mouth. Jeff
gasped. I moved just a little bit on the head and licked the underside with
my tongue, then pulled back off, looking back up at Jeff. He had nothing
but lust in his eyes and moved in even closer. A small drop of precum
appeared on the end of it and I tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked
it. Salty. Looking back up at Jeff I took his cock back into my mouth, this
time going deeper than the head.

We were no longer playing a stupid kid's game. His cock was in my mouth and
I started moving back and forth on it but I didn't have a clue what I was
doing. My tongue flicked at the underside of his cock and he gasped again,
so I did more of that. He pushed deeper into my mouth and started going for
my throat. I gagged but stayed on it, sliding my mouth back and forth,
licking as I could and trying to swallow more. Jeff put his hand on the
back of my head and kept moving it around in my hair, telling me how good I
was making him feel. His purrs made me want to make it feel better and each
time he gasped I tried to do what made him gasp again.

I grabbed his ass to try to take more of it into my mouth but I kept
gagging. Jeff was full on gasping and moaning at this point, trying to push
my head further down. He was moving my head faster and I was trying to keep
up. I had so much saliva worked up and his cock was so wet that it was
running down my chin. I still couldn't take him very deep but he didn't
seem to care. After what couldn't have been more than a few minutes, my
teenaged friend started breathing faster.

"Oh fuck man, don't stop. Keep sucking."

I didn't stop, I kept the suction up when all of the sudden Jeff tensed,
screamed out "OH FUCK I'M CUMMING" and before I knew what was going on warm
liquid filled my mouth. With no options and not knowing what to do I
swallowed the bitter, salty liquid. Jeff was a serious cummer and rope
after rope shot into my mouth but I kept swallowing. He slowed down and I
started trying to suck on him again. His body started shaking from the
senstivity and he pulled out, only to put his cock back in my mouth. After
another second he pulled out and collapsed on his back on the bed beside
me, the spent cock I had just sucked laying across his thigh, slimy from a
mix of my spit and his cum.

My best friend had just had his first blowjob and I had just given my first
blowjob. It was many years later before I realized that's the way it always
should be. I was still hard as a rock and dripping precum. I never thought
about jerking myself while I was blowing him. Jeff recovered, looked at me,
and said, "Holy shit that was amazing. Now it's your turn."

Jeff got down on his knees between my legs and grabbed my dick. I almost
came just from having him touch it. Just before he took me in his mouth he
looked up at me and said, "don't cum in my mouth."

I told him okay and he looked back up at me, "I'm serious, if you come in
my mouth I'll kick your ass." I know it now, but that at the time I had no
clue that was a sign of how one sided our relationship would become.

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In part 2 Jeff and I find out about anal sex.