Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2002 16:01:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeffrey Redmond <redjeffrey@yahoo.com>
Subject: David Grace

I'd had about zero sex in the last four years when David Grace came into my
life. I was 17 and he had just turned 15. We both worked out at the Y after
school and as we became familiar acquaintances we began to partner up on
the weights, spotting and working in between each others' sets. David was
tall though still an inch or two shorter than I, and I assumed he was
closer to my age. He had dark-blonde to light-brown hair, cut roughly and
short, and a medium build he was working hard to improve.

As we hadn't known each other outside the Y it was no surprise to find out
we went to different schools, he to public and I to Catholic. In the gym we
wore close to similar outfits, shorts and tank tops, but when we changed I
emerged from the dressing room in my dark slacks and school shirt and tie,
and David in baggy jeans and t-shirt and if the weather was cool enough, a
leather bomber jacket. David teased me about my uniform, said I looked like
a missionary that might come to the front door to tell him about Jehovah or
something. I took it in stride as he was good natured and always smiled as
he chided, showing his mischievous grin.

We had been working out together for an hour or so four days a week for
more than a month when I admitted to myself that I was really attracted to
David. My fantasies usually revolved around boys somewhat younger, twelve
to fourteenish, and also the occasional girl.  It is not as if I hadn't
been checking him out from the first time I saw him.  But in truth I check
out most any guy I see in the dressing room, young or old. Older guys,
especially those over 30 have no appeal, but it is always interesting to se
what they have. The funny thing about David is that the only time I got to
see much of what he had inside his gym shorts was before we had begun
working out together, on the occasions when we had just happened to be in
the dressing room at the same time. I had seen a flash of his privates as
he emerged from the showers once, before he got a towel. I remember he was
cut and not very large, but the glimpse was fleeting and from across the
room.  Once we were acquainted he never showered, and when we changed in
the same locker aisle, he always made it quick and turned his back.

I was just the opposite. I had been exercising diligently since I was 13
and was proud of my bod. I was smooth except for a patch under each arm of
light blond hair and a small but full bush of reddish blond hair above my
penis. I would strip off my clothes and linger in the nude, talking to
David when he was there, sometimes take a quick rinse if I wasn't going
straight home after, and take my sweet time. I could tell this made David a
bit uncomfortable at first. I thought I caught him looking lower than eye
level more than once, but he did his best to pretend all was normal and act
as though I was fully dressed.  The first week or so that we had partnered
up he would change and be gone while I was still toweling off, but soon he
developed a pattern of sticking around and talking while I was taking my
time. Although he seemed even more likely at these times to wear his
mischievous grin and even flush in the face when I returned the smile.

We got to know a good bit about each other. He had two younger brothers,
twins aged ten, and an older sister who was in college. His dad worked at a
bank, or so he said.  His father often picked David up after our workouts,
and by his appearance and the shape of the old Ford wagon he drove, I
wondered if he was the janitor. His family lived somewhere out off of
E. Washington Blvd., an older middle-class area built up in the 50's.  I
told David about my own twin brother who died when I was 5, about my own
sister at college, my mother with her new family across the country, and my
father the salesman. I didn't say what it was Dad sold, being as oblique
around the subject as possible for reasons similar, if opposite, than
David's. As I lived only two blocks from the Y, David never got to meet my
father at pick-up time.

I had begun to center my whole day around our workouts. In class I
daydreamed about standing over David while he was at the bench press, my
hands ready to grab the bar and assist if he needed, his legs straddled to
each side of the bench, his small but firm pecks tensing and his lower back
and butt lifting off the smooth vinyl as he struggled to extend the lift
fully. Sometimes I had trouble watching the bar and not his shorts, and the
bulge inside as he raised them arching upward. Needless to say, by this
time he was all I thought about when I masturbated. I pictured him on the
leg lift, working his long lean quads, and I imagined putting my hands
there, feeling his muscles tense with the exertion, his smile of
acquiescence as I moved my hand up closer and under his satiny shorts. My
thoughts would turn to more immediate needs, and I would be taking his
rigid cock in my mouth, all the way into my throat, his hands in my hair
pushing my head down on him, his voice telling me how good it was, his
burst of come in my mouth and throat, and I would come in my own hand
imagining it.

I was beside myself when he failed to show at the gym one Monday. I was
annoyed at first, wanting to get going, but not wanting to start without
him. I looked about the locker room, the lobby, even the pool area, though
I had never seen him there. I didn't have a phone number, nor an address.

I thought about the Friday before, when we had had what was for me, one of
our sexiest moments yet. He had been on the preacher curl bench working
with a dumbell in each hand, alternating lifts. I was facing him on the
triceps machine, similarly alternating left and right presses. His legs
were open and I had a pretty good view of his underwear, and I guess I was
looking there more than anywhere else. After our first set in unison we
stopped and our eyes met, and David have me his usual crooked grin, and a
chuckle. At this point I had quite a bulge in my shorts, which was not
lessened when David reached down and from the leg opening I had been
ogling, re-arranged his now also growing bulge, giving me a quick shot of
one peach-colored nut. I must have flushed because he chuckled again and
quickly licked hi upper lip, our eyes again locked.

That session ended without either of us mentioning anything, although I
think I was still slightly erect in the changing room, and for once didn't
linger, fearing someone other than David might see. I had gone home and
masturbated to an incredible orgasm just thinking about him licking his lip
and looking at me like that, and when I shot it was the farthest I had ever
managed, some of my spew hitting me in the face, and some in my hair, and
most of it all over my chest.

But now that memory scared me. Had he freaked out and decided never to come
again? I ended up waiting around for him until it was time to go, not even
working out.  When I got home I was alone and depressed. Dad was, as usual,
out of town at one of his other dealerships. I stripped to my briefs and
went to bed, but didn't sleep well, worrying about never seeing David
again.

Tuesday I was hopeful, actually felt like I had been silly, so what if he
skipped a day. But then he was a no-show again. I moped through my routine,
missing him greatly and feeling sorry for myself, creating all sorts of
scenarios where he hated me and wouldn't ever want to come near me again.
Then I got pissed. What had I done? He was the one giving me a show and
flirting. He was the one who couldn't keep his eyes off my cock in the
dressing room, and wouldn't even give me a peek at his own. I stopped short
of completing my workout and dressed and walked home, deciding what to do.

Dad left two cars, three if you count the Porsche, which was way off
limits. Not that I hadn't crossed that line a couple times, but I needed a
car that would be less flashy.  Dad took the one I would have preferred,
the 95 Caprice, least flashy of the fleet, but his favorite for trips to
american dealerships. That left me either a brand-new black suburban with
off-road package or the Mercedes wagon.

After changing out of my school uniform, I rolled the suburban out of the
garage and headed out E. Wash, with a plan to cruise some of the
neighborhoods I thought David might live in. I knew that He couldn't live
too far out, as he went to the central public school, so I concentrated on
a couple of close areas in which I thought the beat up stationwagon of his
father's might fit. It only took me 15 minutes to spot the car, but
unfortunately, it wasn't parked in a driveway which would give away the
house it belonged to, but rather on the road equally close to several
different houses. I pulled up a couple car lengths behind it and killed the
engine and waited. The street was fairly busy, a main cross street to
E. Washington Blvd heading into a large residential neighborhood.

The houses were all ranch style with what looked like indiscriminate
additions and extra garages attached.  Several times people walked by me on
the sidewalk, a mother and baby carriage, a group of younger boys (no
twins) and an elderly couple. I was high up enough and the suburban had
tinted window, so no one noticed me sitting there. I watched the houses I
thought could be David's. I wondered if I could see his bedroom window. I
wondered what his bedroom looked like, how he kept it. Probably messy I
assumed from his style. I pictured dirty clothes on the floor, unmade
bed. I wondered what it smelled like. I really liked his sweaty smell after
a workout, but I wondered if I would like it as a stinky stale pile of
unwashed clothing.  I wondered how often he jerked off, what he thought
about. Me? I wondered what he used to clean up his spew. I wondered if his
room smelled like his spunk, like the rooms of some other guys I new. That
always grossed me out when a friend's room smelled like that but in this
case the thought of that in David's case made me excited. I had a stiff
erection thinking about his room, him in bed, imagining him asleep, one
bare foot poking out from the covers, I am in my work-out clothes and
sneaking into his room, feeling the soft bottom of his foot, brushing my
crotch against it, sliding my hand under the covers and up his leg, feeling
the tight knit of his briefs holding in his taught nuts, his rigid shaft
pointing up toward his smooth belly, tight skin.

I had worked my way into my jeans sitting there in the suburban and was
stroking my cock, thinking about what I would like to do with David in his
own room. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my briefs down below my
ballsac. The image that flooded my head when I came was that of David
looking up and smiling that smile at me and then taking my cock in his
mouth, taking all of me in and clearly enjoying it, looking up at me
mischievously as always as I filled his hungry throat with my juice.  I
didn't have anything to clean up with so I licked up the cum on my hand and
scooped up the rest that had pooled in the valley between my pubes and
tummy, and lapped it up as well. It was then that I saw the group of older
boys walking down the street toward the station wagon. One was fat and was
wearing a Lakers jersey, another tall and skinny and pimply with hair dyed
blue, and the third was David. My heart sipped.  There was something
different about the way he looked, but I couldn't place it.  I turned the
key to power up the vehicle without starting the engine, and hit the window
switch.  They were talking and posing a bit, the fat one was yelling about
something, using a lot of four letter words, but I couldn't hear the
context of his tirade. I supposed they would stop at the old ford, but they
walked right on by it, fatso kicking the tire with an awkward karate move.

"Watchit asshole, that's my dad's car," I'd never heard David swear before.

"Fuck him!" replied fatso, with a wave of his arms and another bogus karate
kick, this time in the air. "Piece of shit anyways."

"No kidding," said bluehair, "But there is an auto-mo-BEEL!" He was
pointing at the suburban, obviously not seeing me in the driver's seat,
which is good as I was working hard to get my dick back in my pants. "That
aint your father's oldsmobile!"

"My father doesn't have an oldsmobile, Gary," David replied, although I'm
sure he caught the allusion.  Fatso was about to kick the big oversized
tire when I spoke up.

"Hi." Was all I said.

"Oh sorry, dude, I didn't see you there," Fatso said as all three walked up
to my window. David's eyes got wide when he saw me, and I quickly realized
why he didn't look right. And then just as quickly his grin appeared, and
he was again the David I knew.

"Where you guys headed?" I asked, looking at David.

"What's it to you?" Fatso had regained his attitude.

I could see see the grin melt off David's face, whether embarrassed with
fatso or me I wasn't sure. "You want a ride, David? Your friends can come
too, there's room."  The room comment I meant as a dig against fatso, but
he didn't seem to notice.

"You know this guy, Davie?" asked bluehair, saying the name as though it
were an insult. David shrugged.

I popped the door locks and motioned with my head to David to get in the
front.  "Jump in."  Fatso wasted no time and he and bluehair climbed in the
back as David walked around to the passenger side.  "All right!" and "Dude,
nice ride!" came from the back seat as David slid in next to me and closed
the door.  He gave me a sheepish grin and put on his seatbelt.  "Where to?"
I inquired in general.  "We were heading to the mall, but maybe we should
cruise for chicks, dude" said fatso.  "Okay, the mall it is," I replied.

Fatso and Bluehair played with the switches and the seat controls, and
talked garbage about everyone and everyone they saw the whole way.  At one
point Bluehair leaned out the window and made an obscene gesture with his
tongue at a girl as we passed her. David was obviously embarrassed, and I
tried to tell him it was okay with a smile and a wink. His face only got
redder. I desperately wanted to talk to him alone, and to get rid of my
backseat passengers.

When we finally got to the mall I pulled up to the front door and as though
on cue the backseat piled out. I made a motion for David to wait, and he
stopped reaching for the seatbelt release and turned to his friends,

"We'll park and meet you inside." He told them.

"Okay," Fatso said, pushing his face into the window, "But give me the
money so we can start playing and don't have to wait."

"Yeah, we don't want you ditching us," chimed in bluehair.

David reluctantly pulled out his wallet and handed over what looked like
his only bill, a crisp ten-spot. "Don't spend it all, half is mine!"

Fatso snatched the bill and without another word they turned and
disappeared inside the crowd of the mall.

"Lets get out of here," I said with a smile, " Those guys are creeps."

"But my money.." he looked as though he was about to tear up.

"I'll cover you," I said, "I don't think those guys are gonna save your
half anyways."

"That's true," David sighed, slumping in the seat, wiping an eye.

I had an idea. "Let me show you something," I said as though I was sharing
a secret, pulling into an empty spot at the far end of the lot. I popped
the seatbelt and pulled out my wallet. I usually had about $50 in cash and
a debit card that my pop kept track of.  As long as I didn't go wild I
basically had as much money as I wanted. In exchange I did the shopping and
maintained the house when he was away.

I tossed David the wallet. "Go ahead and take five bucks, its my fault you
lost yours."  "I can't." he said

"Go ahead, its okay."

"No really, I can't. You don't have anything but 20's!" he said with a
snort, his smile returning, eyes brightening.

"Okay, then you owe me." I raised my eyebrows and tried to look as
lascivious as possible. I wasn't sure how I did, not being very experienced
with double-entendres.

He stuffed a twenty in his pocket and I put my wallet in the console as we
pulled out of the lot. "Can I ask you a funny question?"

"Let me ask one first," I interrupted. "Where the heck have you been?"

"Gary." He said as if that answered it.

"Wha.?"

"Gary, my cousin, with the Lakers shirt?"

"uhuh." I needed more info for it to make sense.

"He is my cousin and he is staying with us now, and I am supposed to hang
out with him.  He doesn't work out."

"I can tell." I chuckled, and I could see David laugh to himself and wiggle
a bit in the seat, happy to be rid of those two.

"And Dwayne just comes along with. He's Gary's friend. The dynamic duo."

"You know I've heard people call us that at the Y." I said. "The dynamic
duo."

"No shit?" he said, and then cleared his throat a bit, "I mean, no
kidding?"

"No shit." I replied

His smile could have melted the polar caps. I could tell he was much more
comfortable than he had been since I saw him approaching with the others.

"So you were asking a question." I started again.

"Oh yeah," he giggled again, "well, its kind of a funny question, I hope
you wont get angry at me."

"I won't, I promise. You can ask anything you want."

"Did you just..you know..beat off?"

"Umm." I could feel my heart race. Not the question I was expecting.

"Because you have some.on your shirt." I looked down, and sure enough,
there was a nice round pearl of cum on my shirt down low that I had missed,
and on top of that I had missed about three buttons on my levis. I pulled
over, too embarrassed to make eye contact with David.

"Its okay," he was comforting me now. " I do it myself all the time. And if
I had a cool truck like this I would do it in it too."

Well, I was flustered, and had several mixed feelings going on. The
conversation was going exactly where I had fantasized it might someday,
with David taking the lead, but I also felt like a real stoop, caught with
jis on myself. I was wanting nothing but to recover, regain control. I was
used to being the mature one of the two of us, being the bigger brother in
a way, although my feelings were far from brotherly. So I'm not sure what I
was thinking, in fact I'm sure I wasn't thinking when I wiped up the pearl
of jis from my shirt front and popped it in my mouth.

I didn't realize what I had done until I heard him gasp. Not a gasp maybe,
just a suck in of breath and then a bit of a chuckle.

"Cool," he said. "I didn't know if other guys did that too." I finally
allowed my eyes to travel back toward my passenger. He was smiling, but not
as cocksure as his usual look, but biting his lower lip a bit, as though I
was an object of his caring amusement.

"Its okay" he cooed, allowing his voice up into its natural boyish range.

It was then I looked down and saw the bulge in his lap. He saw me notice
and licked his upper lip. "What do you think about?" he asked, all innocent
yet tenting up in front.

I ignored his question, let it lie, looking at him and building up my
nerve. "Do you want to go to my house?"

I expected a barrage of questions, either skirting my intention while
probing subtly, or inquiring as to who else would be there, or at least
something about when he would need to be home. But "Okay" was all he said.

It was the most distracting and excruciating three miles I ever drove. He
spent the time with his eyes forward, occasionally distractedly and quickly
adjusting his obvious erection through his baggy jeans. I spent as much
time watching his crotch as I did the road, and once or twice I caught him
sneaking a peek at my own bulge. I was tempted to put a hand on his thigh,
and several times made a move to start, but chickened out. We definitely
could both feel the sexual tension, but neither was yet ready to
acknowledge it.

"Ahh." Was the next thing he said, that as we pulled into the drive and he
got a load of my house. Just two blocks from the Y, it was none the less in
a completely different neighborhood. I guessed he had probably never been
around the corner and up the hill to the "heights" at the edge of which sat
my house.

I rolled out of the suburban and slammed the door and headed for the
door. I looked back and David was still in the truck. "Come on!" I
waved. He hopped out and hiked his jeans a bit and walked quickly to where
I was, all the while looking up at the house. It wasnt much to my mind, and
nothing compared to the house farther up the hill, but next to the ranch
houses in David's `hood it must have seemed a palace. Dad called it a
Victorian, and said it had originally been a three family house, on
apartment on each floor. But it had long ago been converted into a
single-family, with living and dining areas and kitchen on the first floor,
Dad's quarters and guest bedrooms on the second floor, and my "suite" (as
my father called it) on the third floor.

I gave him a cursory tour of the first floor, grabbing a couple sodas and
some chips in the kitchen, and then skipping the second floor, raced up the
stairs several at a time to my apartment. He was all "oohs" and "ahhs" and
I tried to be as nonchalant as possible.  In my room I crashed into the big
couch by the video screen.

"This place is incredible!" he said.

"Yeah, I guess I am a rich brat."


	We spent the next hour or so channel surfing. He was intrigued by
the my big flat-screen HDTV and digital cable. I let him work the remote
and gave him hints when he got lost. He took off his shoes absentmindedly
and curled up on the sofa. I decided to take off my shirt and change into
some shorts, thinking he was watching the TV, but I caught him looking when
I was standing in my briefs. This time he didn't look away. He just smiled,
brightening when I smiled back. I put on some silk boxers that I wore like
shorts, over my briefs, and came and sat next to him on the sofa.  "Find
anything good?" I asked.

"Not on the TV" he replied, smirking.  Just then he stumbled on the spice
channel, soft porn, where two middle-aged women with gargantuan boobs and
lots of make-up were fondling a dildo while "Popcorn Palace" played
loudly. "Gross!" he shrieked, laughing, but not turning the channel yet.
"Jesus look at that!" I said, not being specific.  "That is a huge dildo!"
he said. Still laughing. "Almost as big as mine right now!"  and at that
instant the channel changed to a test pattern, and silence.

"Really?" I asked, very close.

"Well, maybe not quite.. Wanna see?" He asked with just enough laugh in his
voice so that he could have claimed to be kidding.

"Yeah, show me." I was looking into his eyes. I licked my upper lip.

"Okay," he quieted, still not making a move, "but you too.."

I straightened my legs out from under me and started peeling the shiny
smooth boxers down, while he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans I was . He
was biting his tongue in anticipation, and I could see his eyes move across
the obvious outline of my erect cock against the inside of my briefs. His
pants and shirt came off, and his cock was making a very nice tent in his
boxers, caught up the side of the leg hole. He was eyeing me hard and
fondling himself through the thin material. He was a good bit smaller than
me there, almost as long, but a good deal thinner.

"At the same time?" he asked, ready to pull off his briefs.

"No, wait" I said. "Lets make it last." I slid up next to him, still very
nervous about things but ready to go for broke. "Let me feel it through." I
put my right hand across his naked shoulder, the skin warm and smooth, and
rested my left hand on his taught stomach, feeling the hard muscles there
that I had seen him work on so diligently. "Can I?" I asked, and as he
nodded with a small sigh, I moved my hand lightly across the material
covering his stiff penis. I began to stroke it a bit more firmly, and then
cupped his balls, so warm through the soft fabric, then stroked the length
of his long toned quads. He had the slightest blond hairs on the tops of
his thighs, and as I moved my hand to the insides of his legs they were
completely smooth, all the way up the where his plump round ballsac met. I
played with the edge of the material and then under to feel the firm skin
of his scrotum.  His right hand lay at his side, but his left was rubbing
my own legs, but staying a safe distance from my own throbbing organ. I
explored the surface of his hairless balls and then moved onto the lower
shaft of his penis. I heard him gasp and felt his heart pound. His head
fell against my shoulder and he bucked his hips up slightly like he did so
often at the bench press. Only now I had his cock in my hand and was moving
toward his glans, tracing up and down the soft tube on his shaft's
underside, tracing around the warm rigid ridge of his cockhead, up the
valley between the two lobes that formed the slit at the top, over the
smooth hot slope of his knob and down the supple skin of the shaft again to
his pubic bone, sanded with a light covering of downy hairs.

"Put your hand on mine," I asked beggingly. He had been moving closer to
the material of my briefs, and now cupped my aching balls with his warm
hand. His head was still against my shoulder, and I could feel his hot
breath against my chest, feel his mouth and teeth pressed against my skin,
not a kiss, but just falling where they would as I massaged his incredibly
warm cock. I felt his hand then move inside my briefs through the leghole
and felt his grasp on my firm member.

"Its big." I heard him whisper into my armpit.  "Do you like it?" I asked,
"Yes. I've wanted to do this." Then he raised his head and looked at me,
wanting me to know what he was telling me was true. "I've never done this
before. It's great" "You have a great cock." I told him, and licked my lips
again, hoping he might get an idea, but he asked instead, "Have you?..." He
paused and I continued to stroke, causing him to rock with pleasure, "Have
you ever done this before?"  "Only once, when I was almost 13."  "Who was
it with? A guy or girl?" he asked, becoming more interested with
conversation. I didn't want to lie, but didn't want to lose the mood
either.  "It was with a guy, he was 17."  "What did you do?" he was still
seeming to enjoy it, but I wanted to keep going, not slow the pace.  "Lets
take off our underwear." I suggested. He quickly removed his hand from my
cock, and I was afraid for a second that we were done, but with a lift of
his hips he quickly pulled off his briefs, snagging my wrist in the leghole
as I struggled to get it out of the way. I tore my own off and tossed them
onto the floor.  "Here," I said, throwing off pillows so there was more
room on the couch, still handling his now exposed cock, "Sit like this."  I
moved so that I was sideways on the couch and pulled him to face me, his
cock bouncing as he shifted position, so that my legs were around him and
his were over mine, our torsos close enough so that we could continue to
manipulate each other while looking eye to eye. He had my cock in one hand
and my balls in the other and was enjoying the same from me. "Slow down or
I'll come," he smiled, so I did.  "So what did you do?  With the 17 year
old guy?" he wasn't giving up yet.  "You've never done anything with
anyone?" I asked, still trying to evade.  He just shook his head, looking
at me in a way that made me know he was telling the truth. "So I'm the
first guy who's cock you have ever touched?"  "Other than changing my
brothers' diapers" he chuckled in a way that made me know that hadn't
exactly been a fun thing for him.  "Have you ever wanted to?" I continued.

"Yeah!" he said, making the word into two long syllables like I had asked a
dumb question.  "With me?" I whispered.

"Yeah." He replied, barely audibly over the hum of the TV, blushing and
averting his eyes wile still rocking his hand up and down my stiff penis.

"Do you want to do anything else?" I asked, and as a response he raised his
eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say maybe.  But then he
remembered what he had been asking, and was insistent.

"I don't want to do anything else until you tell me about you and the 17
year old."

"Okay. But remember, it was a long time ago and I was not even 13. I didn't
even have pubes yet."

I took my hands off his throbbing cock and laid them on his thighs. He kept
holding my cock, but stopped moving.

"I was in 7th grade and there was a guy who was a junior in highs-school
who lived across the street. He was very cool, he fixed my bike and since
my mom was already gone and my sister didn't want to hang out with me, and
dad was always away like he is now, sometimes he gave Craig money to do
stuff with me. We went to Great America, and the zoo, and go-cart racing,
and stuff. We went camping one time, and although my dad didn't know, Craig
took along his girlfriend. Well, I got up in the middle of the night and
went to their room in the cabin and before they noticed I was there I saw
his girlfriend all naked and giving him a blowjob."  "Cool" interjected
David, still holding my cock.

"Yeah, I was old enough to know what it was they were doing, and to be very
interested, and of course they caught me watching them. Well, Craig was
worried that I would tell my dad, but of course I wouldn't ever do that,
Duh! But in the course of him talking about it to me, he asked if I knew
about the birds and bees and all, and I said I did, and I told him I liked
watching her suck his cock. He thought that was cool, and I made him
promise to let me watch again. So next camp trip I am all ready to see some
good stuff again, but when we get to the cabin, she never gets there. He
tells me that she broke up with him, but since its just us guys who know
all about sex and all, he brought some movies he thought I would like. So
we started watching the movies, I was all for it and totally horny like all
12 year olds going on 13."  "No Doubt" David was right with me, and had
started stroking again slowly. I held his still rigid cock again and he
smiled.  ".so we watch the first one, all about several girls who really
like to give blowjobs, and we were both tent city.  "In the cabin, though."
He guffawed at his pun.  ".so the next one was a single girl , low budget
black and white, and she ends up blowing about 8 different guys, and then
takes several of them in her pussy and then one of the guys licks her cunt
and asshole.  "Gross!"  "I know, but then he sticks his big dork right up
her buthole.  She was kinda cute, pretty young , and dark haired, and I
would have totally let her suck my dick, but I wasn't ready for the
buttfucking. Well, at the end of that one another girl joins in, there is
no plot at all, so who knows where she has been all the movie, but there
she is sucking off some more guys, the rest doing a circle jerk.  "Whats
that?, like what we are doing?"  "No, like each has his own cock and
beating off waiting to get blown. and anyways there are a bunch of guys
now, some young like 18-22 and a couple really old like 30+, and about then
I notice that Craig has his own cock out and is jerking off.  "Cool, was he
cute?" David asks, and I'm almost so into the story that I realize that I
miss that he really is into guys, its not just me or a fluke or a one-time
thing, he is asking if this guy was cute..  "He was a swimmer, brown hair,
blue eyes," I answer, "light skin, thin, thinner than you, and in good
shape. Maybe not as muscular as you though." I added that last part when I
realized how I sounded comparing him to David. "So yeah, pretty good
looking. I wasn't really thinking about him like that yet though, I was
young and hadn't really focused my hornyness yet, you know."  "Yeah." David
said dreamily.

"So I'm sitting there watching the movie with a couple girls giving all
they have to suck off a whole bunch of guys, and then there is a guy
sitting on the couch right next to me stroking his cock, which looked huge
to me at the time, but a lot smaller than the ones on the TV, and I was
watching him just as hard. So he says, "you wanna do this too?" and I'm
like springing my little pecker out of my pants as fast as I can work the
zipper. Well, compared to all the others I could see, mine was indeed tiny,
but the first thing Craig does is tell me `hey, that's a nice one' and I
got pretty comfortable pretty quick. I guess he noticed that I was watching
him more than the TV, and the movie was about to end, so he go up to put in
another. While he was up he completely kicked off his jeans and boxres, so
I did too, and when he sat back down he said " I think you will really like
this one." Well, did I! It was all in a foreign language, Danish Craig
said, and it started off with two guys who were about Craig's age, if that,
talking and then they started doing what we were doing, stroking their
cocks. They were very pretty boys, one blond and one dark haired, very thin
and not very muscular, but they had nice cocks with not too much
hair. Pretty soon a girl comes in and she is also younger than the girls in
the other ones, and she begins to strip and she sucks off one of the guys,
and then, and this is one that surprised the hell out of me, while she is
sucking the dark haired guy, the blond guy goes over and puts his cock in
the dark haired guys mouth and he fucks another guys mouth like
crazy. Well, up until that very instant it had never occurred to me that
they would do that, that they even *could* do that, Duh! Well when Craig
saw my reaction, he said something like "pretty cool, huh?" and I'm sure I
agreed, because I think right about then I was having my first real orgasm.
"Did you shoot?"  "No, not then I couldn't. God, I can't believe I am
telling you all this."  "Yeah, cool," David was enjoying this a lot, and I
was careful just to hold his cock, not give too much movement that might
make him come.  "Anyways, Craig had to have noticed and it was about then
that he reached over and took over for me on my cock. That was the first
time anyone else touched me like that.  "Who was second?" his mischievous
grin back "You, dummy!" we both laughed.  Well, the movie goes on and
pretty much everyone sucks everyone else, the boys both fuck the girl in
front, and then when she leaves they both do each other in back.  "Hmm."
"So that one is over and Craig is still hard, hasn't come because I know I
would have noticed that, and I have never even stopped being hard since I
can't shoot yet even though I came once, so I ask Craig if he has more. He
says he does, and I ask if it is like this one, he says yes, but it is boys
only, no girls, well, "Cool" I say and he runs up to the TV to change it
and I am sitting there wanking and checking out his bod, wondering about
the next movie. He comes back to the couch and scoots up closer and takes
my cock again and asks if I will do him. Well Duh! Why didn't I think of
that, well, his cock feels great, and big, I can hardly get my fingers all
the way around it, and he tells me what to do, and I rub his balls and move
the skin up and down, he was uncut which was cool, as were the guys in the
Danish movies.  "Whats that like?"  "Well you have seen one, right?"
"Yeah." Two syllables again and a sheepish grin. "You know I look, you've
seen me."  "I've seen you look at me." I said "It's just like mine but more
skin up here." I take my too-hard dick and try to pull loose skin up around
the head. "Like that but its easier to show if I'm not hard."  "I get it, I
can turtle mine up when I'm not so hard." He said.  "Cool, me too."
	"Well, anyways the next movie is just two guys and the funny thing
is that they are about our ages. I mean mine and his then. The older one is
maybe 16-18 and the younger one might be 14 at the most, no pubes at
all. Probably like 12 or 13. Well we are snuggled up together now and both
incredibly horny, and the boys on the screen have already moved on to
serious dick sucking, and I have this nice dick in my hands, so I just
asked him if I could try it. `Do you really want to' he said, or something
similarly stupid, and id did want to try, so he laid down the long way on
the couch and I got between his legs and held his cock and licked it a
little to taste it. He had a little oozing."
	"Me too." David quipped, looking at his own cock, and mine as
well..
	"Well, I just tried to take it all in my mouth, and right away I
had to gag a little. He told me to try less teeth and just work on as much
as was comfortable in my mouth. I was really liking it, sucking him like I
had seen in the movies, and when he moved me around so he could do me too I
couldn't believe how good it was. I think I had two more dry orgasms, or
one really long one I'm not sure which, and then he shot a big load of cum
in my mouth. I knew it was going to happen, I'd been watching it all day on
the TV, but it still was a surprise. He held my head and told me to keep
sucking, and that I didn't have to swallow, but I did swallow most of
it. He told me it was great, and that I couldn't tell anyone else about
what we had done, our secret and all that, made me feel like he was
treating me like a dumb little kid, I mean why would I tell anyone? Well,
the only other thing that happened is that after he came I went to kiss
him, you know, on the mouth?  That's what the boys in the last movie were
doing after they came, or at least after the older one came. well he just
pushed me away, saying `Jesus you just sucked my cock' or something like
that.
	"That sucks." David said, with real sympathy. "I mean, that stinks"
he corrected himself, and we both laughed.
	David was stroking me nicely again, and I began to move my hand on
his still erect shaft, moving up and feeling the head and its smooth
ridge. "So really," I asked, "what have you done?"
 "Just fantasized, lately almost all about you." And with that David leaned
toward me and put his mouth on mine, our lips felt each other, and our
teeth and tongues. He tasted very good. We kissed like that for a while,
both nearly coming to orgasm a couple times at least, when I decided to
make another move. I broke our kiss and found his neck with my mouth,
kissed him there, and under his ear, and down his chest, nibbling on his
tiny pert nipples which became suddenly as erect as his still pulsing
cock. I moved his arms and nuzzled in his pit, causing him to lose my rod
with one hand, which he used on my back and neck instead. His pits smelled
good, fresh and healthy, only a bit of musk. I licked and he made a small
sound, surprised. I giggled and pushed him backward to lay down, and I
moved on top of him, our mouths again meeting, our cocks finding one
another with help of hands, my hands roaming all ober his back and smooth
firm ass. He ran his toes around my shin, playing in the space between big
toe and next, his tongue probing the depths of my mouth. I broke again and
grasping his cock, licked and suckled down his chin and chest, his
breastbone and nipples, his ribs and tummy, licked his perfect innie navel,
and down to small the faint musk of his sparse pubes. He inhaled quickly
when I took the head of his beautiful penis in my mouth, running my tongue
along the underside, cupping his balls with one hand and holding his
bucking ass with the other, sucking him all the way into my throat easily,
feeling his entire body tense with pleasure and his penis throb and throb
as it pulsated thick salty cum into my hungry mouth. I kept him there until
he was calm, letting him soften in my mouth, holding his perfect tight
ballsac.  "That was amazing" was what he said. His brow was sweaty still
and he was smiling like a saint. When I got up he sat forward and reached
for me, bringing me close to him, and kissed me hard and passionately. "I
want to do you now" he said, and before I could d anything he had pushed me
back and began licking my scrotum.  "I've never done this, so tell me what
to do" he said, but when he took me into his mouth and massaged my shaft
with his tongue, it didn't take long for me to be spurting ropes into his
mouth and all over his face. He smiled as he wiped it off and into his
mouth and I bent down and licked up what he had missed. His smile was
amazing.