Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 19:23:51 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Craig and Friends

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Craig, My First Time

I was 13 and going into the 8th grade and Craig my neighbor from across the
street was a year younger, 12 but only going to be a 6th grader. Craig was
about 5', 110 pounds then with short brown hair and blue eyes. I was a red
head or strawberry blonde, was more like it, with hazel eyes and I was a
bit bigger, 5'3" maybe and 115 pounds. It was the start of summer and we
were at his house alone.

We had been getting naked with each other for a couple of years now. When
we first started taking our clothes off it was kind of the 'I'll show you
yours if you show me mine." And then we started surprising each other by
being naked. Like we had a "fort" we built in the rafters of Craig's garage
and he would call me up and say 'meet me in the fort'. The first time that
happened I climbed up the rope ladder we had for the fort and Craig was
already in the fort with his shirt off and he had a pillow covering his
mid-section. I just assumed he had shorts on, but once I closed the door to
the fort, he moved the pillow to over his head and buried his face in
it. He was stark naked with a little boner going on. I was stunned and
immediately turned on. With Craig's face buried in the pillow I undressed
as silently as I could. Why did I care if he knew I was getting naked? I
don't know, I am sure he expected me to get naked too, it just seemed
hotter some how to do it quietly. So I got naked and nothing really
happened, we just touched each other and looked at our little boners. But
that was the start of a lot of naked exploration, naked swimming when the
parents were gone and just general nudism whenever we could.

But anyway, back to that day at the start of summer before my 8th grade
year. We were newly freed from the constraints of school. Craig's mom
didn't work and mine was a college professor so she was pretty much home
for summer, but those were the days when parents didn't helicopter over
their children. If Craig and I took off in the morning on our bikes and
went to the mall or the beach or up in the hills behind our beach town on
our own and didn't come home until 5PM no one batted an eye. If one of our
mothers went shopping or off to see friends it never occurred to them to
not leave us alone or to worry about us, so we had lots of freedom.

Craig's mom was out for the day that day and we were in his family room and
started to wrestle around as boys will do; after a while we were all
tangled up and his crotch wound up in my face. As it sat there and we
wrestled, he started to get a woody; it just seemed like the most natural
thing to do was to suck the bulge, so I did! I sucked so long on it his
Levis were getting all wet. At the same time he was sucking on me through
my shorts. Since his Levis were getting wet and I wanted more I unbuttoned
them all the way down and started to suck the bulge through his
jockeys. After a bit I pulled down the briefs in back and massaged his ass
while I sucked through the underwear. I remember the feel of his little
cheeks in my hand to this day. He had undone my shorts and was jerking me
through my boxers. Finally he couldn't take my sucking through the jockeys
anymore; he pulled them down in front and popped out his boner. It was kind
of small, like 4", pretty thin and almost totally hairless but I thought it
was the coolest sight I'd ever seen! I sucked on it a little and eventually
I pulled the jeans and jockeys all the way off and rolled on to my back so
we could 69 easier. He pushed off my boxers and shorts too and took my dick
in his mouth, I was probably about 5" then with a small patch of light red
pubic hair; for some reason we still had on our shirts and socks. He
eventually blew a little load into my mouth and I blew a HUGE wad into
his. We had sex it seemed like every day that summer once we had discovered
the joys of it and then most of the rest of my 8th grade year whenever we
could find the privacy.

When I went off to high school, I didn't see him as much until he started
high school because we ran in different sets of people before that, but
once we reconnected we had sex and more sex until he left for college and
even when he was home on vacation that freshman year. We had a six year
sexual relationship, albeit off and on, and NEVER once in those six years
did we EVER talk about it. Not once did we ask the other guy if he was gay
and we never kissed even once during that time period, that would have been
like so gay, but we did any and everything else we could think of including
a couple of hot, weird experiences involving other guys from school or the
neighborhood. I TOTALLY wish now I had talked to him about it and found out
what was up.

Who knows, maybe if we had talked about it he would have felt weird and it
would have stopped, but at least I would have known more about me and him.



More Time With Craig

After I went off to high school I really didn't see that of much of Craig
"socially", if you get my drift, even though he lived across the street, we
were running in totally different crowds, he with his junior high friends
and me with the high school crowd. When Craig started high school he signed
up for water polo (my sport) which in our town was a big deal, actually a
bigger deal than football in the sense that we got the elite athletes. We
still didn't get crowds or pep rallies or any of that crap, the football
team that went 4-7 every year still got all that, while we were winning
league every year and winning our southern California division every other
year. Such was life, but all our seniors went on to play Division I water
polo in college and several even made the U.S. National Team.

The first day of hell week (starting of fall practice) I gave him a ride to
school, got him a locker next to mine and introduced him to a few of the
guys on the team. I got dressed quickly and left before he changed because
I thought he might be a little shy changing in front of me because of our
past. Well... he came onto the pool deck. Craig, 5'6 and 120 now (still
short brown hair and blue eyes), formerly 4" and hairless now had a MASSIVE
bulge in his Speedos! My jaw dropped to the ground!

After practice in the shower (we shower in our Speedos) I started to get a
little firm looking at Craig in his Speedo. I was DYING to see what he had
now. I jacked off all week thinking about the stuff we used to do. This
went on for over a week, me giving him a ride, me changing before him blah,
blah, blah and I thought, 'there's no way I can do this for a whole season
with Craig next to me!'. I figured if the old spark was there he would have
said something on the ride to or from school.

Then one day in practice I was guarding him in the hole, it is like the low
post in basketball, so I am behind him and we both have our backs to the
goal cage and with 40 other guys around, he grabbed my dick and squeezed
it. It isn't that unusual in water polo, but usually when you grab the
guy's dick and balls it isn't pleasant for him and THIS was pleasant, oh my
was it pleasant. I just about died. No one knew of course, because it was
under water and I didn't react that much, but I thought he was just
kidding. But when it was his turn to guard me in the hole I could feel him
hard in his Speedos pressing his hips on me and he also put a hand down the
front of my Speedos for a quick, cheap feel. I was worthless the rest of
practice! When we were in the locker room I told Craig I wasn't going to
shower or change, 'cuz I had stuff to do. He said that was fine with him. I
pulled my sweats on over my Speedo; he pulled shorts on over his. We got in
the car and I asked, I am sure with my voice cracking, if he wanted to go
to his house, he knew EXACTLY what I meant, and he said yes! I broke about
twenty driving laws, sped to his house and we went straight to the garage
where the 'fort' we built when we were in junior high school was. It had
been our 'love nest' (so to speak). I was way hard and wet and horned up
beyond belief. My hands were shaking as I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled
them off. He untied my sweats and pushed them off. We were both obviously
hard as can be in our Speedos. I untied and pulled down his Speedos and he
wasn't this 4" 12 year old anymore, he was more like a legit 7+"s now!!
Still not a lot of hair and not very thick, but long and wet and straight
like a steel pipe!! I immediately started to suck on it. After I had sucked
it for a little while he held my head still and moved his hips forward and
back into me (damn I love that) driving his cock as deep as he could in my
throat. He blew the biggest wad into my mouth I'd ever had!! He then pushed
me onto my back, peeled off my Speedo and started to suck me off too, I had
grown to 6 1/2" by then and he handled me like a pro. I actually wondered
who he had been practicing with since we last hooked up.

We spent that whole afternoon getting reacquainted! That was the start of 2
1/2 years of great, fun sex and some fun, funky times with other guys from
the neighborhood.



Craig & Brent

It was winter during Craig's freshman year, my junior year and he and I
were hanging out again like we used to. It was a Friday night and the old
fort had become than the Playboy Mansion South, it was where he and I would
go to chill and talk especially when we didn't want Craig's parents to
overhear. There were no chairs in the fort, just wall to wall carpeting, a
couple of sleeping bags, some blankets, bare walls and a couple of lights
we installed. There was room in the fort for four guys to stretch out
comfortably or six guys to feel a little cramped.

This Friday night Brent was with us, another kid from the neighborhood. He
was in Craig's class, but he was a giant. Where Craig was 5'6" by now, and
I was 5'11", Brent was 6'6" as a freshman, starting for the freshman
basketball team and would probably be on varsity next year; hell, he would
probably be pulled up to varsity when the playoffs started, he was the 5th
tallest guy in the program out of four teams and the other four were all on
the varsity team. Anyway, I digress.

Craig, Brent and I are chilling in the fort just talking teen nonsense. The
fort has insulation that Craig and I put in, but it can still be chilly in
winter, even in southern California, hence the blankets and sleeping
bags. Craig and I are on one side leaning against the wall with one blanket
over the two of us and Brent was on the opposite wall with a blanket over
him too. Somewhere in the talking of teen nonsense my hand found its way to
Craig's thigh and from Craig's thigh to his cock that was rock hard in his
jeans. I petted and played with his cock in the jean for a while, maybe
twenty minutes. All this time Craig and I are carrying on a normal
conversation.

I decided to up the ante, I unbutton Craig's jeans with one hand, quietly
and slowly unzip them, I was sure I was talking when I did to cover the
sound. I don't think Brent had a clue at that time. I popped Craig's boner
out of his boxers and started to play with his cock and stroke him, he was
totally leaking already. I couldn't go too fast because it would have been
obvious, so I gave Craig the slowest hand job ever, as a result it lasted
like 30 minutes before Craig blew a wad in my palm, I had no idea it was
coming, because nothing about him gave it away. I wiped my hand clean on
the carpet and moved my hand away; Craig put his junk away and zips
up. Five minutes later he moves next to Brent, whispers in his ear and he
and Brent switch positions so now Brent is under the blanket with me. I am
not sure what is going on, but I can guess, but I don't want to be wrong,
Brent and I have never fooled around before (which makes him one of the
few, I've jacked off or sucked off 9 of the 13 boys in my age group in our
150 home neighborhood, oh and 11 of 15 boys if you include the two boys
from Norway who lived in Brent's house last summer while his family was in
Africa). Anyway, so I think I know why he moved over here and what Craig
said, but not 100% sure, so I just move my hand next to Brent's leg so it
is touching, but not on top of the thigh like I did with Craig, Brent
doesn't move his leg away. I move my hand more firmly into his leg so there
is no question he can feel it, still he doesn't move his leg, so a minute
later I make the next move and put it on top of his thigh, he is wearing
Adidas sweats, they feel pretty cool actually. When he doesn't say anything
or move his leg, I progress to rubbing his thigh in a circular motion,
moving the circles higher and higher on his thigh until I hit a steel
pipe. That can't POSSIBLY be his cock because it is huge and hard as steel,
but it is. I run my fingers over it and around it lightly at first to not
spook Brent, but as he carries on a normal conversation with Craig and me,
I am guessing he isn't too spooked. I feel him up pretty good and jack him
through the Adidas, but this thing is so massive I really want to feel it
for real. Craig is big at over 7", but I am guessing Brent is more than 8
1/2", maybe even 9".

I undo the drawstring on his sweats and reach inside his boxers. His cock
is hot, hard, wet and HUGE, this is the biggest cock I've ever felt by
far. I jack it a little, but it is hard to do and Brent's knows that
because he shifts his position and when he does it he pushes his sweats and
boxers down so his cock pops fully out. I feel it up and down and then I
start to jack it like I did with Craig, only Brent is leaking so much I can
use his pre-cum and I do, using it on his big head. I am dying to see what
it looks like, but I know if I see it I am going to dive down on it and
suck him like a vacuum cleaner. Since Craig obviously knows what is
happening, I can be a bit more aggressive, but not too much because we are
all still having a normal conversation pretending I am not jacking off my
second 9th grader of the night. Brent isn't as good as Craig at covering
up, because he has gone silent the last two minutes so I know he is close,
I speed up as best I can and then he erupts. He gushes gallons over my hand
and from the shit-eating grin on Craig's face; I know he can tell Brent is
cumming. I wipe more cum into the carpet and we go on as if nothing has
happened.

It makes me horny beyond belief, thank goodness after Brent goes home Craig
and I go to sleep in the fort and he gives me a blow job, while I suck him
off, but only after I tell him how incredibly huge Brent is how he cums
gallons.



Brent Alone

For the next two weeks I am obsessed by Brent, it embarrasses me as an 11th
grader that I am so hot and bothered for a 9th grader, but I am. Between
his freshman basketball games and practices and my swimming practices it
seems like I'll never get a chance to get back in those pants, but then
Kismet happens Brent has a freshman home game on a Friday night, the game
is ending around 6PM, just as swim practice is ending AND Brent's parents
are gone for the night, well not all night, but they are going up to LA for
an Opera, they won't be home until after 1AM at the earliest. I've told my
mom I'm going to get dinner at CJ's (teen lingo for Carl's Jr. where we
live) with Brent and then watch movies at his house because his parents are
gone and he hates being alone. All truth, I LOVE it when the truth is
convenient.

I catch the tail end of Brent's freshman basketball game, we win by 20
points and Brent has like 30, he is damn near impossible for freshman in
our league to stop. He goes to the team room to shower and change, in days
past I might have gone with him, but given what I think it going to happen
tonight I am afraid he might pop a boner with me watching him change or
shower. Oh and I don't assume tonight is a sure thing, Brent and I have
been friends for five years, ever since he moved here and I've never gotten
the vibe that something like happened two weeks ago was possible, every
other neighborhood boy I've fooled around with, Tommy, Todd, Matt, Greg,
John, Brad, Craig and the Norwegian boys, Petar and Brooks, send clear
signals of horniness.

But when I casually asked Brent after that night if he wanted to get dinner
and hang out sometime on a weekend, he agreed pretty quickly and it was he
who mentioned that his parents were going to be out really, really, really
late (yes he said it three times) this Friday night, so I am hopeful he
wants to explore more too. We went to the CJ's up on Palisades Dr. and I
swear we ate that food faster than we had ever eaten it before and head
back to his house. I go into the family room and flop onto the couch, Brent
says he wants to change. He comes out of his room two minutes later in the
Adidas sweats again and the way I can see his thang swinging in them, I am
guessing he didn't wear any boxers or anything this time. He sits on the
couch next to me and throws a blanket over us, so far, so good.

We have ABC on of course; no way we are missing the Brady Bunch, Nanny and
the Professor, Partridge Family and That Girl! I think I know why I am here
and every sign Brent has given me so far has been a green light so I start
just like the last time I was under a blanket with him, I move my hand to
connect with his leg and as expected, he doesn't move his leg away and I
don't think I need to wait as long as I did last time before going for the
kill. So I move my hand up to his thigh and rub it, but I still don't want
to rush it too much, I want to make sure he is just as horny as I am when I
swoop in for the kill. I finally rub my way up to that enormous cock and I
know he is more than ready because he is leaking through the Adidas
sweats. I go to untie them and they are already untied, I can also feel he
doesn't have boxers on, he is commando and rather than mess with just
sticking my hand in like last time I slip them down to his knees, he lifts
his hips so they will slide down easier and I start playing with his
cock. I am stunned again how big it is, it seems even bigger that I
remember it.

I start stroking him slowly and playing with the pre-cum and without Craig
here, Brent feels free to moan a little, say a quiet 'oh fuck' every so
often. I want this to last and I don't want him to cum too soon, because I
don't know if he cums once he will be game for a round II the same
night. In my limited experience it is pretty much 50-50, I can get these
straight boys horny enough to cum once in a night, but then after climax
they feel guilty and it takes a while to get them horny enough again; not
all the guys though, Tommy, Craig and Todd are like me, they can cum and
cum again until they are shooting blanks. What happen next does surprise me
though, while I am stroking Brent, he reaches under the blanket, feels my
hard cock through my shorts a little and then opens them up and slides them
down past my knees and being shorts, they fall all the way to the floor so
I just kick them off. When I kick off my shorts Brent pushes his sweats all
the way down and kicks them off too so now we are bare underneath the
blanket but I still haven't seen the monster yet.

He is doing a pretty good job of stroking me and I wonder if he has done
this before with Craig or other guys in the neighborhood. I am dying to see
this huge cock of his, but again I don't want to rush things and spook
him. I wait as long as my 16 year old patience with let me, probably five
minutes, and then I throw the blanket off us. Brent's cock is freaking
amazing for a 14 year old, it is 8 1/2, maybe 9 inches, not all that thick,
but certainly not thin either. It doesn't matter, I just know I want it in
my mouth. Again I don't want to freak him out, getting a hand job is one
thing, having a guy suck your dick is an all together other thing. I slide
a little closer to him, after a bit I lean into him and have my head on his
chest looking down at the giant and my concerns over how he would react if
I tried to suck him go out the window when he puts his right hand on my
head and gently pushes it down towards his cock. I don't have far to go
since the cock is so big and it sticks straight up, it is already half way
to his chest.

My tongue comes into contact with the large purple head first and then I
swallow as far down as I go. I get almost all the way down to his sparse
brown pubic hairs before I gag and start back up. When I get back to the
top I lick around the head with my tongue and everything is supersized, the
head, the slit, the frenulum. I spread his pre-cum around with my tongue
and thumb and index finger and then I start bobbing up and down on it. I
was rubbing his smooth inner thighs with my left hand and jerking his cock
with my right hand as it followed my lips up and down on his cock. Brent
was still jerking me and I opened my legs a bit to make it easier for him.

As he got closer to cumming, he also got hornier I guess because he pushed
me down on my side and started to suck me too, which I never
expected. About five minutes into 69'ing and probably 40 minutes overall
from the start Brent blows a fire hoses worth of cum into my mouth and I
swallowed every drop and didn't miss a bit. I expected that when he came,
Brent's horniness would die and he'd stop sucking me and just jerk me off,
but he doesn't, he keeps going five more minutes until I blow my wad into
his mouth. Even more surprising after we had both cum, we didn't but our
clothes back on, but cuddled under the blanket with no pants on, Brent was
behind me and I was in front. About forty minutes after we both came, I
could feel Brent hard again and rubbing his cock on my ass cheeks, which of
course made me hard and horny all over again. I rolled onto my back; Brent
got in between my legs and humped me cock to cock. We didn't kiss or
anything, but it was so damn hot having him hump me that way and it didn't
occur to us to try anal sex, I am not sure either of us knew what it was at
that time. I just rubbed his back and held him and pushed back into his
thrusts. We both wound up cumming again, but I don't even remember who came
first. Now we both had cum all over us so we showered together, which was
my first shower with a guy I had had sex with and that was mega hot so we
jerked off one more time in the shower, but by then we could barely cum at
all.

Brent and I would go on to have sex on a pretty regular basis after that
through the end of his sophomore year when he got his first girlfriend and
then we only had sex sporadically through his freshman year of college. I
did find out though who else he had had sex with in his freshman class and
I hooked up with a couple of them. Brent continued to develop in
basketball, was actually the player of the year his senior year of high
school and went off to a major school in the Big 8 where his career was
good enough to get him drafted into the NBA in the 8th round. Oddly enough
Craig went off with him to that same college in the Big 8 and they wound up
being roommates. I never asked either one about the other, but I did have a
couple of sexual experiences with the two of them at the same time besides
that first time under the blanket, so I always assumed that they were doing
the same type stuff that we did with each other, or who knows, maybe more.

All of us stayed friends through it all and it never seemed to effect us
our touch our lives outside of those private moments. We all had
girlfriends at different times, Craig and Brent both wound up getting
married eventually and the times we had were just memories of high school
and being a teen boy with raging hormones.