Date: Sat, 8 Aug 2015 14:19:25 -0400
From: Terry Lynn <pushrod6@gmail.com>
Subject: It Started with a Question Chapter 18

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Intro

But wait...there are two other friends that have been left out.  We have
met everyone from Chapter 6 that was at the creek last summer except for
two - Rob & Roger.  What's their story?

Chapter 18

Rob lay on the bed, eyes closed, enjoying the day.  His parents were both
at work, so he had the day to himself.  Having just emptied his balls of
their ceamy load, Rob was feeling very much at ease.  As he lay lay there
in the afterglow, he became aware of his head gently rising and falling.

Opening his eyes, he looked to his left and smiled.  What he say was the
smooth chest and face of his best friend Roger.  You see, Rob was resting
on his sleeping friend's stomach which rose and fell with each breath.

Roger had riden his bicycle over soon after Rob's parents had left for work
and they planned to spend the day together doing whatever came up.

Slowly, Rob turned his head to his right.  What met his eyes made him smile
even more.  Only inches from his face was his favorate plaything -- Roger's
dick.  About 4 inches long, it was as pale as Roger's skin and just as
soft.  It fell to the left along side the soft stawberry blonde pubes that
was coming in at the root of the the fleshy tube.  As Rob watched, it
twitched slightly as its owner slept on, a small pearl of cum dripping from
the tip.  You see, Rob was not the only one who had recently emptied his
balls.

Rob closed his eyes, sighing in contentment.  As he relaxed even more, Rob
thought back to how he and Roger came to be in bed together on that warm,
sunny morning, the taste of each other's cum on their tongues.

Rob had always been interested in dicks, even before he started school.
His earliest memory was as a kid when he stayed with a family while his
parents were at work, an older lady, her young adult daughter and early
teenage son.  Every afternoon, he would have to take a nap.  He usually did
this in the son's bed.

One day, the son was sick and stayed in bed all day.  When it came time for
Rob's nap, the old lady told him to just get in with her son, it would be
ok.  Rod didn't think anything about, so he did just that.

Now Rob had been playing outside all morning and had gotten hot as little
boys would do.  He was only wearing his baggy shorts having taken off his
shoes and tee shirt earlier in the day.

As he climbed into bed, the teenager shifted over to give him room.  He
lifted up the sheet he was laying under so that Rob could slide in.  Rod
noticed that the boy was only wearing his underware.  This didn't surprise
him as that's how his dad slept every night.  As a matter of fact, the teen
was wearing boxers, just like his dad.

Rob wasn't really sleepy, but he lay still so as not to disturb the sick
teen.  After a few minutes, Rob began to fidgit.

"Not sleepy, huh," said the teen.

"Not really," Rob replied.

"Me either," said the teen.  "I just been laying here thinking about
stuff."

"Like what?"

"Things that make me feel good," the teen said with a smile creeping across
his face.

Rob lay still for a minute.  "Like what," he asked.

"Oh, just little tricks that I can do without using my hands."

This got Rob's interest.  Without saying a word, he looek at the teen, the
questions registering in his eyes.

"Look down at the sheet," the teen said.

Rod did as he was instructed.  He could see the outline of both of their
bodies under the sheet.  But he did notice that about where the teen's
waist was, there was a hump in the fabric of the sheet.  As he watched, Rod
saw the hump grow bigger and then drop back down.  Then he watched as the
hump jerked around several times.

Rob looked back up to the teen.  It was then that he noticed the teen had
his hands clasped behind his head, a big smile on his face.

"How are you doing that," Rob asked.

"Like I said, it's something I like to do that feels good."

Rob looked down at his own waist, but he didn't see the hump that he saw on
the teen.  The only way Rob could get the sheet to move was to raise his
hips up off the bed.  But the teen hadn't done this.  The hump was the only
thing moving.

"How do you do that?"

"Why don't you look for yourself," the teen replied.  "Lift the sheet up
and watch."

Rob did as he was told.  What he saw was the teen's naked chest and stomach
and the thin fabric of the boy's boxers.  The front of the boxers was being
stretched by what was inside them.  That was what had made the hump in the
sheet.

Now Rob was young, but he knew what was inside of the boxers.  It was the
teen's weiner.  At least that was what was in his tighty whities.

As he watched, the fabric streched even further, taking on sort of a bowed
shape.

Rob looked back up at the teen, slightly confused.

"You want to see what's doing that?"

Rob nodded his head yes and looked back under the sheet.

The teen took his hands from behind his head and moved them under the
sheet.  He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the boxers and lifted his
hips.  Slowly, the teen pushed the thin fabric down.  The first thing that
Rob saw was a patch of black hair.  This surprised him because he didn't
have any hair close to his weiner.  Then he saw the base of the teen's
weiner.  This was different from Rob's as well.  It was bigger around and
looked kind of hard.

Finally, the fabric reached the end of the flesh it covered and the long
tube bounced back, slapping the teen's stomach with a loud whack.

Rob looked from the exposed weiner to the teen's face and back.  This was
definately different from his little bitty snail looking weiner.

Softly, the teen asked, "can I see yours?"

Rob looked back up, hesitating for only a moment.  He rolled over on his
back and shoved his shorts and tighty whities down with one motion.  For
some reason, he wanted to see them both together.

"Your's is so big," Rob said as his eyes cut back and forth between the two
fleshy tubes.

"That's because I'm older," the teen said, focusing only on the little
snail before him.  "Your's will get bigger as you get older."

Rob looked back at the bare flesh of the teen, more curious than ever.

"You can look closer if you want to," whispered the teen.

Rob thought for a moment, then decided why not.  Shifting around, Rob
rested his head on the teen's stomach, sort of eye to eye with the boy's
weiner.  What he saw was a tube of flesh that looked like it was as big
around as a quarter.  And it looked long, too.  Maybe as long as his hand
with its fingers spread out.  And the tip of it where the pee came out was
even bigger than the rest.  As Rob watched, it twitched and shifted.  This
let him see the soft looking hair even better.

"Touch it if you want to," the teen whispered even softer.

Rob's hand reached out without him even willing it.  Placing his hand on
the tube, he noticed that it felt really hot.  And hard.  First he petted
it, then he wrapped his hand around it.

The teen sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

Rob continued to explore with his hand, touching every part of the teen
that was usually hidden by his shorts.

After a short while, the teen asked, "can I touch yours now?"

Rob reluctantly let go of this toy and lay back down.  The teen reached
over with his right hand and rubbed the little snail he found there.

Rob jumped.  Noboby had ever played with his weiner like that before.  And
it felt good.  As the teen rubbed and pulled at it, his weiner began to
tingle and itch.  This new feeling was really nice.  Then, the strangest
thing happened.  His weiner began to get sort of stiff, tingling more all
of the time.  Then the teen took his hand away and Rob saw that his weiner
was standing stright up under the sheet.  Not near as big as the boys, it
looked like a little pencil stub.

The teen lay back and said, "do whatever you want."

What Rob wanted was to look some more to see what his own weiner would look
like someday.  He moved back to where he had been before and looked at the
teen's weiner again.

"You can get closer if you want," the teen said, his voice sounding
slightly deeper.

So Rob moved his head closer.

"Closer."  "Closer."  "Closer," the teen growled.  Each time, Rob did as he
was told until if he moved once more his face would have been pressed
against the hot flesh.

Then Rob was back in the present, his head rising and lowering with each
gentle breath of his friend Roger.

That was where Rob's memory stopped.  He couldn't remember anything that
may have happened after that.  Knowing what he knew now, Rob suspected what
may have happened, but he wasn't positive.  Smiling to himself, he wished
he could remember.

Even though this only happened one time, it set Rob on the path that
brought him to where he was today.  He did remember how good it felt when
the teen played with his young weiner.  It felt so good, the Rob began
playing with his weiner, getting those good feelings when he did.  He found
that he could get those same feelings by putting his hands in his pockets
and playing through the fabric.  He did this so much that his mother
noticed and fussed at him to stop doing that.  From then on, Rob learned to
get these feelings when nobody was around to fuss at him.

Rob continued his games for several years, even after he started school.
Then when he was in fourth grade, a new family bought the farm next to his
family's.  They had a son of their own who was a year younger than Rob.
From the first time that they met, Rob and Roger were best friends.  They
spent as much time together as was possible, exploring both farms and
having fun.  Their families were pleased that they got along so well.

As they got closer, Rob and Roger began to share their secrets with each
other.  Finally, one day while they were in his barn loft Rob told Roger
about how much he enjoyed playing with his weiner and how good it felt when
he did.  He also told him how it would get stiff as he rubbed it as
well. He asked Roger if he ever did that.

"No, why would I want to do that," Roger answered.

"Because it feels really good.  You should try it."

Roger thought this over for a moment.  "Maybe," he said and looked at the
front of his pants.

Rob was silent for a moment before he finally said, "why not try it now."

"I don't know," said Roger, blushing slightly.

Deciding to take the bull by the horn, so to speak, Rob rammed his hands in
his pockets, rubbing what was hiding there for all he was worth.  The good
feelings began almost immediately.  Rob sighed loudly and smiled broadly.

Roger watched for a little while and thought, "why not."

He slowly put his hands in his pockets and reached for his own snail shaped
weiner.  He rubbed and rubbed, but that was all he did.

"I don't see what the big deal is," he said.

"You don't have that tingly feeling?"

"No," was all Roger said as he pulled his hands out of his pockets.

Rob stopped what he was doing and looked at his best friend.

"Maybe you're not doing it right," he said.

"How should I be doing it," Roger asked.

Without thinking about what he was about to do, Rob reached over and began
rubbing the front of Roger's shorts.  Roger froze where he sat on a hay
bale, not expecting this.

Rob continued to rub around the front of his friend's crotch for several
minutes.  Finally he broke the silence.

"How does that feel?"

Roger licked his lips and said, "it feels kind of weird."

"So you're getting that tingly feeling?"

"No," said Roger.  "It feels weird that you're rubbing my dick through my
pants."

Rob looked up.  This was the first time that he had heard a weiner called a
dick.  It sounded better to his ears, more grown up.

Instead of being embaraced by what Roger had said, Rob simply said, "maybe
I need to do it like I do mine."

He removed is hand from Roger's crotch.  "Stand up, he said.

"What," Roger asked.

"Stand up and turn around."

Not moving at first, Roger finally did as his friend told him.  Rob moved
up behind his friend, reached around and shoved both hands into Roger's
front pockets.  Now with the same orientation as he had when he played with
his own wein...dick, Rob began to rub again.

"Well?"

Roger looked down at his crotch and watched Rob's hands in his pockets,
playing with his dick.

"Still don't feel any tingling," he said.

Rob continued to rub another five minutes.  But Roger insisted he didn't
feel anything.

"Well, is it at least getting hard," aske Rob.

"No," was the one word answer.

Rob removed his hands and sat on the hay bale.  He looked at his friend,
wishing he could get him to know what he felt when he played with his dick.

That night at home in bed, Rob thought back to what he had done to Roger.
To be honest, he enjoyed rubbing his friend's dick.  He enjoyed doing it
almost as much as playing with his own, which he was doing under the
covers.

This turn of events set a pattern for the two friends.  Whenever they were
alone together, Rob would play with Roger's crotch - standing in front of
him, behind him with hands in pockets.  If they were in the barn, in the
back field, by the creek, in one of their bedrooms, wherever.  But it was
always the same, Roger said he felt nothing.

Rob even got Roger to feel his hard dick through his pants so he would know
what he was missing.  Roger seemed only mildly curious.

One day, while they were at the creek swimming, Rob made his usual move and
got behind Roger.  Roger knew what was coming and stood still to let it
happen.  But this time, Rob changed tactics.  Instead of of putting his
hands in Roger's pockets, he shoved them down the front of his bathing
suit.  As his hands found Roger's snail dick and little balls, his friend
sucked in his breath and froze.

Rob loved what his hands found.  He pulled and pushed, rubbed and stroked
the soft flesh he held.  This was as amazing as playing with his own dick.
The only difference was that Roger's dick wasn't getting hard.

After several minutes of this, Rob withdrew his hands and turned Roger to
face him.  Without any hesitation, Rob grabbed the front of his friend's
swim suit and pushed it down to Roger's knees.  For the first time ever he
was looking at the first dick he had seen in the flesh since the teen boy
so many years ago.

Roger tried to grab his suit and pull it back up, but Rob slapped his hands
away.  Then he reached out and wrapped his hand around the little package.
He rubbed around for almost ten minutes with no response from Roger.  Then
Rob pulled his friend's swim suit back up and jumped back in the water.

After a minute, Roger joined him and things were back to normal.  Twice
more while they were at the creek, Rob played with his friend's dick, once
from the front through the fabric and once from behind with the swim suit
down.  The result for Roger was the same both times - nothing.

This change in play continued for the next three years, always the same.
Rob loved it.  Roger, when he was honest with himself, enjoyed the
attention that his friend gave him.

During that three year period, Rob noticed some changes to his body.  His
dick stopped looking like a snail and began to grow - both longer and
bigger around.  He found that when he stood behind Roger playing, his own
dick got hard and would rub up and down against Roger's butt.  He really
liked that feeling.

Then, when he was thirteen, everything changed.  After a day at the creek
with Roger, he headed home, taking a shortcut acros the back fields.  His
mom insisted that he take a shower before supper to wash the creek off of
him.  Rob thought this was dumb and unnecessary, but knew better than to
argue.

While the water heated up in the shower, Rob stripped out of his still damp
clothes.  He watched himself in the big wall mirror over the sink.  Since
his body started changing, he enjoyed looking at himself.  As his eyes
traveled down his body, he looked at the reflection of his dick.  He saw a
spot on the tip that had never been there before.

Looking down at the real thing, Rob saw that a fair sized tick had attached
itself to the head of his pride and joy, right next to the piss slit.
Carefully, he grabbed the tick and pulled it off.  Then he rolled it
between two fingernails and threw the flattened body in the toilet.  With
one last look at his body, he jumped in the shower.

By the time he went to bed that night, the tick bite was really itching.
Rob would scratch it through his pants and it would stop itching for a
while.  But that night, as he lay in bed, he noticed something else.  When
he scratched the itch, his dick felt even better than the itch going away.
He would scratch and his dick would get bigger.

Now Rob had been getting boners for years, but this time it felt different
somehow.  The more he scratched, the harder his dick got.  The harder his
dick got, the more the tick bite itched. The more it itched, the more he
scratched.  And so on and so forth.

This cycle went on for almost half an hour before Rob was hit by a strange
feeling.  He suddenly felt like he needed to take a piss really bad and he
couldn't stop it.  He didn't want to wet the bed -- he hadn't done that
since he was six.  So he pinched the tip of his dick as hard as he could
and ran into his bathroom.  He turned on the lights, ran to the toilet and
pulled down his tighty whities.  As the fabric scraped across the tick
bite, his muscles started contracting, driving his hips forward several
times.  Then he froze and as he watched, something that wasn't piss
dribbled out of his dick.  It was whitish and kind of runny, but it wasn't
piss.  Then his hips started rocking again without his control.  And each
time a bit of liquid dribbled out, his balls drew up and the most amazing
feeling coursed through his body.

When everything finally stopped, Rob's knees felt weak and he was breathing
hard. He didn't know what had just happened, but he knew he liked it. He
liked it a lot!

All the next day, Rob thought of little else.  That feeling.  That liquid.
He wanted to have it all - again.

That night, as Rob lay in bed unable to sleep, he replayed the previous
nights events in his mind.  Slowly a light began to dawn.  It all started
because of the tick bite itching and him scratching it -- rubbing it.  So
Rob reached into his briefs and began rubbing his soft dick.  As he rubbed,
it began to stiffen and grow.  It also began to feel good.  The nore he
rubbed, the better it felt.  The better it felt, the more his hips
squirmed.

Rob rubbed harder and faster.  The feeling spread from his crotch
throughout his body.  And then "it" happened.  His muscles locked, his dick
jerked in his hand and he held his breath.  Then he felt a hot liquid
dribble across his hand and stomach.

Slowly, Rob's body relaxed and he gasped for air, but the feeling remained.
He felt he might be on to something.  To confirm this, Rod repeated his
actions twice more that night before dropping off into an exhausted sleep.

When Rob awoke the next morning, the first thing he thought of was that
feeling (which he took time to bring on again).  His second thought was, "I
got to tell Roger about this."

After finishing his chores around the farm, Rob rode his bike over to
Roger's house.  His friend was glad to see him and could tell Rob was
excited about something.

"What's up," he asked.

"I got to tell you something, but not here.," said Rob.  "Let's go to the
barn."

Now Roger was no dumby.  He figured that whatever it was, it would somehow
wind up with Rob playing with his dick.  While this sometimes bothered
Roger, usually he enjoyed the attention he was getting.

Once they were comfortably sitting on hay bales in the barn loft, Rob told
Roger about his discovery in great detail.  About the tick, about the good
feelings, about the white stuff and about how he could do it over and over.

Roger was intrigued and wondered if he would ever experience this.  After
all, he had never gotten a boner in his life.  Maybe he never would.

Then, just as he had expected, Rob reached over and groped Roger's crotch
through his shorts.  He pushed and prodded for several minutes before he
instructed Roger to stand up in front of him.

The fact that Roger was only wearing gym shorts made it easy for Rob to
strip them down to his friend's knees.  He noticed that Rob was wearing an
old, worn-out pair of jocky shorts that were stretched out and hung loosely
on his slim hips.  It took no effort to strip these down as well.

Roger looked at the prize before him.  He was aware that Rob's little dick
had grown a little more.  It was now about three and a half inches long,
but only about as big around as his lttile finger.  This made it look like
a worm that was draped across his tight little ball sack.

Rob reached out and went back to fondling his friend's dick, only this time
he enjoyed the feeling of flesh on flesh.  But as always, this had no
effect on Rob.  After ten minutes with no noticable change in stiffness (at
least on Roger's part), Rob gave up and sat back.  Roger redressed and
adjusted himself.

"Want to go to the creek," asked Roger.

"Can't, I have to get back home and help dad for a while.  Any chance you
can come over later and spend the night?"

"I'll check when we get back to the house," said Roger.

It was worked out that Roger would come over after supper and stay
overnight.

The time arrived and Roger rode up on his bike just as it was getting dark.
The two friends watched some TV with Rob's parents before going to the
basement to play some pool.  They listened to the radio and talked about
nothing in particular.  Periodically to mess up his friend's shot, Rob
would reach between Roger's legs from behind and grope him.  They both
laughed at this and Roger even did it a couple of times.

Finally, they decided it was time to call it a night and went up to Rob's
room.  Rob's bedroom was large and had two twin size beds set catty-corner
to each other.  He turned on the radio and began to undress.  Roger did the
same.  Neither boy wore pajamas anymore and stripped to their shorts.  Rob
noticed that Roger was still wearing the baggy shorts from earlier.

As Roger sat on the edge of his bed talking, Rob walked over and stood
before him.  Without consciously thinking about it, while they continued to
talk, Rob reached out and took hold of Roger's hand.  He then guided it to
the front of his tighty-whities and pressed it against his crotch.

Rob was a little shocked, but did not remove his hand.  Instead, he grasped
the cotton covered tube before him and began to squeeze it.  The room fell
silent.

Rod let go of his friend's hand and enjoyed the feeling.  This enjoyment
became obvious and his dick grew in length and stretched.  Roger was
intriqued by the change and felt every bit that he could.

Finally, Rob broke the silence.  "That feels nice.  I love it when it gets
hard like that."

"Yeah," was all Roger said.

"Yours never gets hard like this, even when you play with it by yourself?"

Roger's only response was to shake his head no.

Rob stepped back one step causing Rob to release his grip.  Rob then traded
places with Roger so that his friend now stood while he sat.

Rob reached into the loose leg opening of Roger's shorts and began stroking
the long, thin dick that was nestled there.  It was warm and soft and
bendy.  He played with it for several minutes, even drawing it out into the
open for a closer inspection.

After almost fifteen minutes of this, Rob looked up and asked, "anything?"

Roger looked back and said, "nice, but nothing."

Rob gave up for the time being and stood up. "Let's get some sleep."

As he walked over to turn out the light, Roger crawled into bed, laying
flat of his back, but didn't pull the covers over himself.

"Goodnight."

"'night," Rob said.  "I'll be back after I go to the bathroom."

After closing the bathroom door, Rob stood in front of the toilet and
pulled the front of his shorts down.  It was then that he became aware that
he was still boned up from when Roger had rubbed it through his shorts.  He
also became aware that he couldn't piss while he was boned up.  So he took
matters in hand (so to speak) and began stroking his stiff boy tube.  The
familier tingle started and spread throughout his body.  He gripped his
dick harder and stroked faster.  Finally, he fell over the edge and the
white goo dribbled out of his dick and fell into the toilet bowl.

As he caught his breath, Rob's dick began to soften and he was finally able
to do what he came in there for.

Rob walked back to his room and closed the door behind him.  He stood still
for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dimness of his room.
Standing there, he heard Roger's slow, soft breathing and knew that he was
already asleep.

But his room was not totally dark.  There was a full moon that night and a
single shaft of light came through the trees outside his bedroom window.
This shaft fell across the floor and across the bed where Roger lay asleep.
In fact, it brightly illuminated his friend's crotch.

Rob walked over to the bed where his friend lay and looked at what was in
the moon's spotlight.  Roger's baggy shorts seemed to glow in the
moonlight.  And there it was.  His long little dick had snaked out of the
leg of the shorts and lay across Roger's thigh.  Still basking in the after
glow of just shooting a load, Rob wanted to see Roger's dick closer, touch
it, play with it.

Kneeling on the carpet next to the bed, Rob reached out and stroked the
head of his friend's dick, feeling its smoothness.  Running one finger up
the shaft, he finally reached his fingers around the soft shaft and held it
there.  Roger stirred in his sleep, but did not wake.

Rob released his grip and leaned forward so he could get a closer look.
His face was right down next to his friend's crotch, so close he could feel
the heat coming from his bare flesh.  He again grasped the soft flesh of
the boy tube and held it up for a better look.

Then, without knowing why he was doing it, Rob flicked his tongue out and
licked the smooth head.  Surprised at what he had just done, Rob released
his grip and sat back on his haunches.  As he tried to reason out what had
just happened, he heard a soft moan escape Roger's throat.

Looking up sharply, Rob saw that his friend was still asleep.  His relief
was almost palitable.  What if Roger had seen what he did -- but he didn't.
And the smoothness of the skin felt nice on his tongue.  And it didn't
taste nasty.  In fact, it didn't taste at all.

Before he could think himself out of it, Rob leaned over the bed again,
bringing his face back to Rob's crotch.  He flicked his tongue out and
touched the head again.  Then he licked it for a little bit longer.
Emboldened, he then licked all the way from the smooth head all the way
down to the spare pubes at the base.

Roger moaned again and shifted his hips a little.

Rob watched to see if his friend was awake, but decided he wasn't.  He went
back down and licked the warm flesh several more times.

Then he leaned back and looked at his friend again.  Looking down, he
noticed that his friend's dick looked a little longer than it had been.  As
he watched, he saw Roger's dick twitch and move ever so slightly.  Eagerly,
Rob returned to licking as much of the boy tube as he could.

He realized with each lick that Roger's dick was getting a little longer
and little stiffer, but no bigger around.

Then, without thinking about what he was doing, Rob opened his mouth and
placed it around the head of the dick he had been licking.  Closing his
lips around the shaft, he began to suck.  This in turn drew more of the
little boy worm into his mouth until his nose was being tickled by the
short hairs at the base.  He flicked his tongue around the shaft, feeling
it jiggle in his mouth.  Pulling back to the head, he again sucked the
entire shaft into his mouth.  This time, the soft flesh didn't jiggle as
much and felt a little harder.

Rob continued to do this several more times until the entire shaft felt
hard and straight in his mouth.  Rob released his lip lock and leaned back.
There, brightly illminated in the moonlight, was a stiff tube of flesh a
little over four inches long and only slightly biggger around than his
little finger.

Rob then looked away to see if Roger was still asleep.  He was shocked to
see that Roger's eyes were wide open and shifting between his dick and his
friend.

Rob was caught, no doubt about it.  Figuring "what the hell", he asked,
"you awake."

Roger nodded his head once.

"Is this your first boner?"

Again, just a nod.

"It's a nice one," Rob said.

"Thanks," Roger whispered.

"You want me to stop?"

This time, Roger shook his head and a smile crept across his face.

With this, Rob leaned back down and continued to suck on his friend's dick.
In all the years he had been playing with Roger's dick, he had never
thought of doing this, had never heard of anybody doing this.  All he knew
was that he enjoyed doing it.

As the minutes passed, Roger's hips began to squirm and his legs spasmed.
His breath came in short gasps and he moaned repeatedly.  Suddenly, he
sucked in a big breath and thrust his hips upward.  His now rock hard dick
penetrated Rob's mouth as far as it could go.

Then, Rob felt the hard little nail in his mouth twitch once, twice and
three times.  On the fourth twitch, he tasted something on his tongue and
he sat up quicky, releasing the tube from his mouth.

The hard dick slapped against Roger's smooth stomach with a soft noise.  As
the two friends watched, Roger's dick twitched again and they both saw a
small drop of thin liquid drip from the piss slit.

"Wow," was all he could say as a second drop formed and hung there.

"I think you just shot a load," Rob said in awe.

"Really," Roger asked while still looking at his hard dick.  The electric
feelings were still coursing through his young body.

"Yeah, you even did it in my mouth."

Roger looked at his friend.  "sorry."

"It's okay," said Rob as he tried to sort out what had jsut happened.

"So, what did it taste like?"

Rob thought for a minute.  "No bad, really."

Then, surprising them both, Rob leaned over and licked the drip from
Roger's dick head and then the one on his stomach.

"Not bad at all.  What did it feel like for you?"

Roger smiled widely and said, "it was the most amazing thing I have ever
felt!"

"Cool," was all Rob said as he stood up.

Roger looked at his friend's shorts and said, "you got a boner now.  Is
that from what you just did to me?"

Rob looked down and shrugged.  "I guess so, 'cause I wasn't playing with
it."

Roger shifted around and sat up on the side of his bed.  His now softened
dick still hung out of the leg of his shorts.  He reached out and pressed
the hard flesh under the cotten covering before him.  Then, he moved his
hands to the waistband of Rob's shorts, hooked his thumbs in and pushed
them down to his knees.

There at eye level was a hard tube of flesh that was bigger than his own
little worm.  The head of Rob's dick bounce in rhythm with his heart beat.
Grasping the base with one hand, Roger leaned forward and placed his mouth
around the warm flesh.

Rob sighed and felt his knees weaken.  He leaned forward and balanced
himself by placing his hands on Roger's shoulders.

Roger drew more of the straining flesh into his mouth until he felt the
head hit the back of his throat.  He then pulled back until it pooped out
of his mouth.

"Please do it again," Rob gasped.

Roger nodded once and did it again.  But this time, he began to bob his
head back and forth without allowing the tube to fall outof his mouth.

Rod begain the breath harder as that tingle spread out from his crotch.
Quicker than he wanted it to, Rob tightened his grip on the soft shoulders
of his friend and released his second load of the evening.  But this time,
it filled Roger's mouth.

Roger gagged slightly, but then swallowed the slightly salty, slightly
sweet liquid that filled his mouth.

Rob spun around and sat on the bed next to his friend, shorts still around
his knees and slowly caught his breath.

"That was amazing," he finally said.

"Yeah," Rob agreed.

"Can we do it again?"

"Oh yeah," said Rob, smiling, "but not right now.  I'm beat."

That said, he stood up, pulled up his shorts, and walked to his bead.
Laying down, he played the night's events through his mind until he fell
asleep.

But Roger couldn't sleep.  Now that he finally knew what Rob had been
talking about all this time, he wanted more.  After about and hour of this,
he got out of bed, crept across the room and knelt next to Rob's bed.  With
trembling hands, he reached for the soft cotten of his friend's shorts and
initiated the first of three more wonderful experiences that night.

From that night on, Rob and Roger enjoyed their own and each others' bodies
whenever and whereever they could.  Roger learned the joys of doing it by
himself.  They learned the joyed of playing with each other's dicks.  And
they really enjoyed learning the best ways to suck each other.

Which brings us back to the present.  Rob smiled broadly as he relived all
of these memories.  Reaching down, he felt the stiffness of his dick,
brought on by his memories.

He again looked to his left and saw Roger's sleeping face.  Then, looking
to his right, Rod saw his friend's long, soft dick, craddled in its nest of
soft pubes.  Rolling onto his side, Rob flicked his tongue across the warm
shaft, feeling it twitch as he did.

With a smile, Rob drew the waiting tip into his wanting mouth as he felt
Roger stir under his head.