Date: Fri, 06 Sep 2002 11:16:47 -0500
From: Tyler Fox <tyfox84@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tom and Huck

Thirteen-year-old Tom Sawyer woke up a little after midnight with a raging
hard-on, which was not unusual at all. He had learned to jack off a few
months before, but Aunt Polly always stayed up later than he did and got up
earlier and when she was awake she had ears like a bat. So Tom had gotten
in the habit of waking up in the middle of the night to take care of his
pecker. He did it almost every night, sometimes even two or even three
times a night.

By the light of the full moon shining in his bedroom window, Tom saw that
his best friend, Huckleberry Finn was in his room. This was a coincidence,
since Huck had been the one who first taught Tom how to beat his meat, but
it was also not unusual. Huck often snuck in Tom's window, as quiet as the
thief he was, to take Tom off on some hare- brained adventure, usually -
but not always - managing to return Tom safely to his bed just before Aunt
Polly called up from the kitchen for him to hurry up and come down for
breakfast.

Two things were unusual. First of all, instead of standing across the room
ready to flee back out the window as soon as Tom arose, Huck was crouched
beside the bed with his face no more than two feet from Tom's. And the
feeling coming from Tom's groin was not the slightly painful pressure of
his peter pleading to be pleased, but was instead a somewhat familiar,
though oddly different and thoroughly enjoyable sensation.

Slowly, Tom slid his hand down toward his crotch to find another, slightly
larger hand already at work there. Instead of frantically stoking and
pulling the way Tom did, Huck was moving slowly, gently squeezing Tom's
cock as he pulled the foreskin up, then making sure each finger
individually stroked his cockhead as he pulled the skin back down. Tom
noticed absently that the older boy paid particular attention to the most
sensitive area just below his piss slit where the head and shaft came
together.

"Tom," Huck whispered, "you awake?" Tom was sure that Huck knew by now that
he was awake so instead of answering he just let out a little groan. "You
know I told ya how much I 'preciate you settin' me up at the Widow Douglas'
house? I mean, I've 'bout had all the sivilisation I can take, but still,
it's been real nice having a roof over my head and a warm place to sleep
and all. Well I told you I'd find a way to pay you back one of these days,
and I've finally figgered out how."

Tom smiled to himself. Back in the spring he had caught Huck with his pants
down around his ankles, pulling his pud for all it was worth. He hadn't
even known just exactly what was going on, but Huck had made him promise
not to tell nobody and in exchange, he taught Tom had to get himself
off. Ever since then, Tom had been trying to figure out a way to get Huck
to play with his pecker, and now here he was, all on his own, doing just
what Tom had been wishing for. Tom decided to lay back and enjoy it.  Just
as he closed his eyes, he heard the sheets rustling and felt Huck climbing
into the bed with him.  Tom's bed wasn't very big, but he guessed it was
big enough for two young teens.

Suddenly Tom drew in his breath sharply as his brain processed feelings he
had never experienced before in his young life. Whatever Huck was doing
down there had gone way beyond stroking his cock. Tom's dick seemed to be
enveloped by a warm, soft, wet, electric sensation that ran down into his
balls, across his butt, and all over his body. His hands involuntarily
returned to his crotch and found the top of Huck's head planted in the
center of his body. Tom slid one hand around to Huck's face and there, to
his astonishment, discovered that his own dick disappeared into Huck's
mouth.  His best friend was sucking his cock!

Tom groaned in ecstasy. He could not believe how good it felt as Huck ran
his tongue across the head of his dick and bobbed up and down the shaft
slowly, then faster and faster as Tom ran his fingers through Huck's shaggy
hair. Huck's fingers toyed with Tom's balls, then began fingering his
asshole as Tom involuntarily began raising his hips, bringing his dick up
as Huck's mouth went down. As they settled into a fast, steady rhythm, Tom
felt as though he would explode with each thrust. He was briefly afraid
that his friend might be mad at him if he spewed his come out into his
mouth, but then Huck began squeezing his balls tight with one hand and
pressing a finger on the other up into Tom's ass and there was no more
holding back. Tom arched his back with a low moan, forcing his little
pecker as far up into Huck's mouth as it would go, then pushed down on the
top of Huck's head forcing him to take it all the way up to the balls, and
exploded with an incredible force, firing several volleys of jizm into
Huck's mouth.  Far from being angry, Huck swallowed greedily and, even as
Tom began to relax, continued bobbing up and down on Tom's pole until the
very last drop was wrung out. He had managed to swallow most of it, but a
few drops had dripped down onto Tom's hairless balls and Huck finally
released Tom's dick with a slurp to lick them up. Tom felt a shiver go up
his back as he did and produced one last little drop of come which fell on
Huck's cheek. Huck looked up and grinned, but left it there.

"So," Huck said, "I guess we're even now."