From: mpierce@globalserve.net (Mikey Mark)
Subject: New Story "Joe & Eric" by MM (teen m/m, cons)
Date: Mon, 26 May 97 00:39:59 GMT

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic sex 
between consenting teenaged males.  If you are offended by such material, or 
are under the legal age of consent to read such material please do not read 
any further.  All persons and events depicted in the following story are 
entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely 
coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.  

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    Joe & Eric - Chapter One - "Big Red"  

    by Mikey Mark


* * *

I first met Eric when I was in junior high.  This was around the mid-80's.
As fate would have it, he sat beside me in home-room.  I was too young then
to know that I was gay, but I had always been attracted to other boys.  I
was also still too young to know what I wanted to do with these boys other
than to just be friends with them and to hopefully see them naked for a
reason I could not explain or understand.  I just knew I wanted them.

And what I wanted right then and there, was Eric.  He was seriously cool
and good looking and I fell in love instantly.  He had rusty red hair that
he always wore long on the top and shaved short around the back and sides,
and the most amazing hazel-green eyes that seemed to change colors every
time I looked at him.  Sometimes they glowed almost emerald or hunter
green, other times they would darken and mix with shades of brown.  He was
also quite fair-skinned, although he always seemed to manage a light tan
that gave him a beautiful copperish tone to accent the color of his hair.
We were twelve years old when we first met, pretty much the same height and
body size, that is to say, short, boyish and skinny!

I spent the whole of junior high cultivating his friendship.  Luckily, I
didn't have to work very hard at it as we got along quite easily and shared
several interests.   By the end of grade seven, Eric and I were pretty much
best buddies and spent almost all of our social time together.  We merged
a few of his friends with a few of mine, but mostly it was just him and me.
We were both serious billiard-hounds and wannabe pool-sharks and since we
both had pool-tables in our basements, we were rat her evenly matched.

Cycling was another major common interest.  While most of our friends owned
bicycles and used them as regular forms of transportation, most of Eric's
family was into competitive cycling and I belonged to a cycling club.
Since I had just spent almost all of my life-savings on a fifteen-speed,
super-lightweight aluminum frame racing bike, we were a match made in
heaven.   I really love cycling and even as a kid I would ride my bike for
miles.  As I grew up, I wanted to go faster and faster.  The track at the
local school is where I started out doing laps and timing myself to see how
fast I could go.  Then I moved up to the huge city park that was a couple
of miles away.  There, where cars could not go, a long winding road through
the park provided a superb place for riding mile-long laps.  Needless to
say, the place provided the site for several annual cycling races.
Whenever I could, I would ride over there and do laps until I was exhausted
trying to keep up with the small packs of 'racing club' cyclists using the
place for training.

So it was that Eric and I would ride down to the park and then race each
other around in circles whenever we had the opportunity.  We were both very
competitive by nature and would "bet a buck I can beat you" for just about
everything we did together .  Since it was just the two of us, it really
didn't get all the expensive because we mostly just traded the same dollar
back and forth and rarely coughed up the cash anyway unless the balance hit
five dollars or so and one of us needed the money.

We were pretty much evenly matched in most things, but by the time we
finished grade eight and I had turned fourteen (I'm a Gemini), Eric had
begun to develop a distinct physical advantage over me.  Although he was
only about an inch taller than I, h e was almost twenty pounds heavier and
it was all muscle.  At the time, I was about 5'8" tall and maybe 125-130
pounds.  I was always slim and wiry and still am.  Eric started off the
same as me, but was filling out much more, following in the line of his
tall and well-built family.  Unfortunately, my own family line was inclined
to smaller physiques.

And a good solid muscular build was not the only thing Eric inherited from
his family as I discovered when I joined his family out for a charity
sponsored bicycle marathon.  Eric's dad was obviously a jock back in his
college days and had managed to keep most of his build.  Dressed in a pair
of black lycra cycling shorts, the bulge at his crotch left no doubt about
the source and size of the family jewels!  Eric's bulge wasn't quite as big
as his father's, but it was damn close and the sight of it almost drove me
insane.

Even Eric's younger brother Craig, who was normally a twelve year old
skateboard punk anarchist, was sporting a fine bulge on his skinny boyish
body.  He had the same greenish-hazel eyes as his brother and had dirty
blonde hair that was shaved at the sides and pulled back in a top-knot
style ponytail.  Eric's sixteen year old sister was also seriously hot babe
with a great body and big tits with long auburn hair and the same damn green
eyes!  The whole family seemed to be built big and sexy.

I had been working at trying to see Eric's cock for quite some time and he
had been most 'unco-operative' up to that point.  No matter what I tried or
hinted at, Eric seemed to just go on blissfully unaware of the fact that I
was in love with him and lusting after his body every moment I spent with
him.  He was a real tease.  He would get changed in front of me at his
house, standing there in his underwear while searching for some favorite
article of clothing.  He was never bashful about being seen in his
underwear, or his cycling shorts, but I could never manage to see any more
than that obvious outline and bulging lump!  Whenever we went to see a
movie together, I would always buy a LARGE soda pop and he would as well.
I would practically bloat myself drinking down the huge container, but I
figured that Eric would absolutely have to take a piss after the movie and
that would encourage me.  But every time, no matter where we were, Eric
would go into a stall to piss, leaving me standing there at the urinal
without him.  Frustrated.

On one beautiful summer day, all that changed.  Eric and I were just
sitting around my back patio in the shade.  Eric was wearing a pair of cut-
off tan workpants as shorts, with no belt as it was much too hot outside.
These were a favorite pair of his that rode low on his hips and exposed
the top waistband of his boxers.  This always drove me crazy with desire as
when he sat in just a certain way, you could easily see the evidence of his
most considerable endowment.  We had both chucked our shirts and I admired
the way his fair skin tanned so nice and easily.  My own skin tanned even
easier, but that usually comes with a darker complexion, dark brown hair
and equally dark brown eyes.

We were talking about what it was going to be like starting high school at
the end of the summer.  My parents were out for the day and I was
'technically' baby-sitting my eleven year old brother who was inside
playing Nintendo with one of his little buddies.  After smoking a joint of
pot back there, waving the smoke way from the direction of the neighbors,
our conversation started to get more interesting.  Eric told me all about
how he had seen his sister making out with her boyfriend down on the couch
in his basement.  Hearing Eric talk about his sister sucking cock and the
sight of him sitting there shirtless, exposing his fine smooth chest,
started me off with an erection.  When he asked me if I've ever gotten a
blowjob from a girl, by habit I replied with a sly and mysterious grin.

"True gentlemen do not discuss such matters," I announced most pompously.
It was generally an effective and honorable dodge.

"Okay then, how about Truth or Dare?"

"Are you kidding?  You want to play Truth or Dare?"  We had played the game
before, but usually with three or four other boys around.  My head spun
with the possibilities.

"Sure.  Why not?"

"Okay ... I'm game."  My cock was as hard as a rock and my heartbeat
started to quicken.  It felt like the temperature went up ten degrees in
the shade.

"Flip to see who dares first."

I pulled a quarter out of my pocket and held it out.  "Call it."

"Heads."

"You win."

"Okay then, Truth or Dare, have you ever gotten a blowjob from a girl?"

"What's the dare?"

"I dare you to eat a cracker soaked in Red-Hot Sauce ... no washing it down
either for at least fifteen minutes afterwards!"

This was an easy one.  I couldn't answer the question because I was a
virgin and Eric knew it.

"I'll take the dare."

We both went inside to the kitchen and Eric pulled out a saucer and put a
cracker down in the middle.  Then he got the little bottle of red-hot sauce
and started shaking it and pouring it one.  When the cracker was thoroughly
covered and beginning to soak in, I picked it up and woofed it down.  At
first it wasn't that bad, but after a minute or so it started getting
pretty hot.  Eric made me come back out to the patio with him and we sat
down there again to continue our game as it was now my turn.

I was breaking out in a sweat from the heat in my mouth and couldn't think
of anything better so I threw Eric's question back at him.  "Truth or Dare,
have you ever had a blowjob from a girl?"

"Truth, yes.  Lisa-Marie gave me head at Cathy's party back in March."

"Are you kidding?"  I was incredulous, but I did remember him disappearing
for a while at the party.

"No, I said its the truth and you know I never lie."

That was the truth as Eric never lied to me.  Omitted or stretched the
truth maybe, but never a lie.  The very thought of Lisa-Marie sucking on
Eric's cock made me jealous and excited as Eric sat back to think up his
next question.

"Truth or Dare, how often do you masturbate?"

This was a nasty question.  We starred at each other for a minute while I
thought about how I could answer it.  "What's the dare?"

"I dare you to go inside and give your little brother a wedgie"

That made it easy and I headed inside.  Sure enough, Timmy and his buddy
were in the TV room playing Nintendo.  I walked into the room real innocent
and stupid-like and asked them what they were up to and what were they
doing.  Timmy told me to fuck off, which gave me an excuse.  Eric was
standing in the doorway watching and Timmy's friend was sitting there
waiting his turn while Timmy was laying on his stomach on the carpet facing
the TV and trying to blow away the universe.  His oversized T-shirt
covered his ass, but he was wearing light fleece shorts and I had no
trouble at all reaching down and grabbing the elastic waistband of his
briefs and lifting Timmy up to his feet and then using both hands, lifting
him right up in the air.  He was only eleven years old and didn't weigh
much more than about ninety-five pounds.  Timmy was howling like crazy, 
while Eric was laughing his head off.   When I put him down again, Timmy 
just squirmed around on the floor making amusing faces while he tried to 
extract his undies from up the crack of his ass.  Satisfied at the performance 
of the dare, Eric and I turned around and walked out.

I knew I'd have no trouble from Tim.  I had asked him a question and he
swore at me.  With our parents being strict protestants, swearing in the
house was a punishable offence.  He wouldn't say another word about the
episode or bother for revenge.  He knew the way things worked and he and I
usually got along pretty good.  I was the big brother so I was entitled to
pick on him now and again, and as long as I didn't really hurt him, he
wouldn't complain.  In fact, I knew he enjoyed it as he was of ten the one
who would start or provoke a playfight with me, and as I was three years
older than him, he really didn't stand much of chance in a wrestling match
or a pretend kick-boxing fight.

Back out on the patio, it was now Eric's turn again.

"Truth or Dare, have you ever jerked off before?"

This was a variation on his earlier question that I dodged by giving Timmy
a wedgie.  This was allowed but open for dispute as the rules of the game
prohibited repeat questions.  As always, I asked, "what's the dare?"

"I dare you to pull out your weenie and jerk off right here."

As I heard his dare my heart started beating even faster.  It was time.  "I
Double-Dare you!"  According to the rules of the game, because I double-
dared him back, Eric would have to agree to perform his own dare *first* if
I accept the dare or he would have to withdraw his question.  It was
perfect.  We grinned at each other for a minute in silence.  Gaging each
other and getting up our guts.

"I accept the double-dare.  The question stands."

I could barely conceal my excitement.  The moment I had been waiting for a
couple of years had arrived.  "I'll take the dare."

Eric just grinned at me as he seemed to expect my answer.

"What the hell, here goes nothing."

With that, Eric stood up and unzipped his fly.  It was pretty funny
watching him try and pull his fully erect cock out the fly of his boxers
and the fly of his pants without undoing the top button on his shorts, but
we were stoned and I laughed my head off to conceal the *intense* level of
my own excitement.

When he finally managed to get his cock out I swear I nearly passed out
from the realization of my dreams.  I dared not move at all as I could feel
myself trembling.  His cock was majestic and beautiful.  It was as big as I
had imagined, a good two inches longer than my own standard issue 
six-incher.  It was uncut, unlike my own, and I watched fascinated as Eric 
reached down and took his foreskin and peeled it back to reveal the red 
swollen head.  Then, standing there in the middle of my back patio, he 
proceeded to jerk himself off by slowly rubbing his foreskin back and forth, 
on and off.

"Since you gotta do it too, why don't you do it now?"

This was a damn good suggestion as I could feel my cock leaking in my
briefs.  I didn't bother to say anything at all and just stood up next to
him and dropped my shorts.  Hoping to get him to do the same, I then pulled
my underwear down to my knees.  I was a bit embarrassed by the size of my
dick compared to his, but I did have a decent sized pair of balls and a
small patch of jet black curly hairs that I was quite proud of.

The precum was already dripping from the head of my cock when I started to
join in and match Eric's rhythm.  We were standing very close to each other
and starring intently at our cocks and if my little brother were to come
out back there he would have got some pretty good blackmail material over
me.  But we were young and lucky and no one interrupted our fun.

After a minute or so of slow steady stroking, Eric reached over with his
spare hand and undid his shorts and let them fall.  He looked absolutely
hot as hell standing there with his flaming red hair and big thick eight
inch dick sticking out of the fly of his boxer shorts, but he looked even
hotter when I reached over to pull them down.  Eric protested, but only
because his the head of his big cock was caught in the fly opening.  Once
he had his dick freed, he resumed stroking himself, although now he was
using two hands like myself, one around the base, the other flying up and
down.

I had waited two years for the opportunity to sneak a peak at Eric's soft
cock, and now here he was standing there almost naked and totally rock hard
and pounding his meat like there was no tomorrow!  The only thing more
incredible than seeing Eric's uncut eight inch cock was seeing his balls!
In a pair of lycra cycling shorts, Eric had a huge bulge (like his dad!)
and looked hot as hell.  Standing naked, I could see the source of that
huge bulge.  His balls were almost egg-sized and hung down about five
inches!  It was incredible.  They hung a bit unevenly in his sack and
bounced up and down while Eric jerked his cock.   On top of all this, Eric
had a nice little bush of red pubic hair and absolutely no hair anywhere
else on his body.

With the heat of the day and the buzzing of insects, Eric and I pounded
away on our cocks like the fourteen year old boys that we were.  I came
first and didn't say a word as I squirted my load out onto the patio
stones.  No sooner did I finish when Eric let out a wild sound and started
launching great big gobs of cum all over the place.  I was freakin'
amazing!  He kept jerking himself while he was shooting and so the stuff
was flying in every direction.  One hot wet gob of it landed on my leg,
but most of it landed on the ground.  I swear I would have had to jerk off
three or four times to make that much mess!

Once Eric had finished, we both looked at each other sheepishly and with
laughter covering our embarrassment, we quickly pulled up our shorts and
stuffed our still hard cocks back inside our underwear.  Eric was still 
laughing
about that while I grabbed the garden hose and sprayed down the patio.  
Afterwards, we continued to sit around as if nothing happened and Eric 
started talking about the upcoming cycling races and the 'Tour d'France'.

That was all we really did that day, but it was the beginning of many
exciting sexual discoveries and adventures involving Eric and I, as well as
a few cameo appearances by our respective younger brothers and a few 
others besides, that would supply me with all the sex I would experience  
right through most of my high school years.


* * *


   "Joe & Eric" - Chapter Two - "Timmy's Discovery"   

    by Mikey Mark


* * *

About a week after playing 'truth or dare' with my friend Eric, I was again 
baby-sitting my younger brother.  Unfortunately Eric had to go somewhere with 
his parents and thus I was stuck there by myself.  

I never really paid too much attention to Timmy.  He was just my little 
brother and that was that.  We played together when we were kids, but he was 
about three years younger than me and as I became a teenager, three years is a 
big age difference.  Nevertheless, we got along pretty well most of the time, 
as having separate bedrooms helped keep the peace.  

It was a typical school-night after dinner as Timmy was glued to his Nintendo 
game and I was downstairs in the basement doing my weight-training routine.  
While I worked-out, I fantasized about watching Eric lift weights in the nude, 
or me doing bench-presses with him standing there spotting for me with his big 
loose balls hanging in their silky sack just inches above my face.  I counted 
my reps with visions of Eric's cock bobbing up and down in time with my 
motions.

When I finished working out, all sweaty and horny as hell, I went upstairs to 
take a shower.  Before going up the second flight of stairs, I stopped to take 
a quick peek at Tim in the TV room.  I don't think he heard me come up the 
stairs because he didn't say a word to me and just continued to lay there on 
his stomach about five feet in front of the TV.  He was wearing a pair of 
green soccer-style athletic shorts and he was actually squirming around and 
grinding his pelvis into the carpet while he played his game.  If you just 
glanced at him casually, you would think that he was just a hyper kid getting 
into his game.  However, if you stood and watched him for a minute or two, you 
could see that Timmy was seriously trying to 'hump' the carpet, whether he 
knew it or not.  

Timmy jumped about three feet in the air when I spoke his name and told him I 
was going up for a shower.  The look on his face seemed to indicate to me that 
I had obviously 'caught' him at something, although I didn't really think 
anything of it as it seemed to me to be a fairly typical eleven year old 
boy-thing to me.  It wasn't long before that I too had unconsciously went 
about the house fucking the furniture like an innocent kid.  

Upstairs in the shower, the steamy hot water felt great although it only 
partially relieved my horniness.   Watching my little brother humping the 
carpet didn't exactly help either.  I never really looked at Timmy sexually 
before.  Sure I had seen him naked a hundred times and even seen him with a 
boner as well, but like I said before, he was just my little brother.  As a 
matter of fact, he looks a lot like me with the same color hair, eyes and skin 
tone.  Cut from the same mold as it were, a cross-match of our parents genes, 
differing only in age.

I had always considered my little brother to be 'pre-pubescent' and thus 
non-sexual.  So it was that despite watching him hump the carpet, I was 
surprised as hell when I turned off the water and pulled back the curtain to 
find Timmy standing at the toilet, with his green soccer shorts down around 
his knees and sporting a boyishly cute little boner.

Timmy and I had always been fairly open towards each other and had shared the 
bathroom many times in the early morning rush before school, so it wasn't 
unusual for either one of us to slip in to use the toilet or to brush our 
teeth while the other was in the shower.  Besides, since our parents weren't 
home at the time, I didn't bother to close the door all the way to allow the 
steam to escape.  However, Timmy did not normally stand in front of the toilet 
playing with himself in front of me and I didn't always have a half hard-on 
when I got out of the shower.  

Foolishly I asked Timmy what he was doing but he only said he had to pee.  The 
water in the toilet was clear so it was obvious that he was having trouble 
pissing with that boner on!  Just for humor, I suggested to Timmy that it was 
next to impossible to piss with an erection, to which he broke out laughing.  

When he stopped laughing, and in all seriousness, he asked me how to get rid 
of a boner.  I informed him that getting a boner was the most normal thing in 
the world for boys to get.  I also told him that there really were only three 
ways to get rid of it once you got one.  First of all, you could just forget 
about it and it will go away eventually.  Secondly, you could take a cold 
shower or stick ice-cubes down your underwear.  Thirdly, you could jerkoff.  

Timmy listened to my little speech with a mischievous smile and then followed 
it up by  asked me what jerking off was.  I was really trying to be just a 
good big brother by giving my little brother some straight information about 
some subjects that I wish I had a big brother to tell me about when I was his 
age.  The fact that I was drying myself from the shower and thus standing 
totally naked (and half-hard) in front of him while he was sporting a classic 
boy-boner of the first order just seemed to supply an appropriate environment 
and occasion for just such a discussion.

He was mostly familiar with the material, but I do think I helped him to put a 
few of the pieces together a bit more clearly after my explanation of the 
mechanics of jerking off and of course the attendant explanation about the 
nature of life and how babies are made.  I was all dried off and just about to 
walk out of the bathroom to leave him there with some privacy to 'think' about 
what I told him, when he asked me to show him how to do it.

Stalling for time, I asked him what he meant by "it", and he in all innocence 
informed me that he was talking about "jerking off".  He had tried it before, 
but wasn't sure if he was doing it right.  I stood there for a moment and then 
said 'what the hell'.  To give the demonstration that he asked for, I used my 
own now fully erect cock as a handy model.  I repeated my earlier instructions 
as I went through the motions.  

Timmy watched me with rapt attention and then asked if he could do it.  I 
thought he was talking about doing it to himself, but he meant doing it to me 
as he reached out to grab my hard cock.  I let my hands drop away and allowed 
him to explore my cock.  He was very impressed with how big and hard it was 
and how I had a black pubic hairs at the base.  I actually coached him into 
giving me a pretty darn good hand job.  I warned him that I was going to cum, 
but I don't think he really understood what that meant until the white stuff 
started flying.  Luckily, Timmy's Nintendo-honed reflexes were good and he 
managed to dodge getting seriously splattered.  He didn't know to stop rubbing 
after the cum stopped shooting and I had to grab his wrist to get him to stop. 
He was grinning like a kid with a new toy.

As soon as I explained that I was finished and that my cock was now going to 
shrink back to normal, Timmy begged me to do "it" to him.  I debated for a 
minute, but he had just jerked me off and fair is fair.  His little boy cock 
was only about three inches long, but it was rock hard and circumcised just 
like my own.  Like everything else about him, his dick looked just like mine 
did when I was his age.  He had absolutely no pubic hair and by the looks of 
his little ball pouch, he probably wouldn't be able to even cum yet.   After 
all, I didn't discover jerking off until I was twelve.

Remembering my own three finger technique (two fingers + thumb)  from my early 
masturbation experience, I started to give Timmy his first hand-job.  The look 
on his face while I was doing it to him certainly confirmed the fact that he 
had never really done it before.   At first, he was pretty calm about it and 
said it felt pretty good.  After about a minute or so, something inside him 
started to click and his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open in his best 
"Home Alone" facial expression.  He just stood there like that, twitching and 
squirming around for another minute or so while I continued to jerk his little 
prick.  It was like he was riding an invisible roller coaster ride.  One 
moment he's just standing there with a blank face starring at me, then next 
moment he's doing the "Home Alone" face and twitching.

I guess I was lost in a bit of daze because it took me a quite a while to 
realize what was going on.  Actually, it was the fact that my arm was getting 
tired that snapped me back to reality.  Little Timmy could not cum yet and 
therefore was not going to ejaculate which normally indicated the time to stop 
jerking!  The poor kid was probably going through his sixth or seventh dry 
orgasm in a row and I didn't even realize it!  

When I finally stopped after the next lull in Timmy's roller coaster ride, you 
should have seen the look on his face.  It took him another minute or two 
before he spoke, and by that time I was already out of the bathroom and in my 
bedroom starting to get dressed.  Timmy actually came to my door to say "thank 
you".  I put on my best 'big brother grin' and said "sure, no problem," but I 
felt tormented inside.  

The age old incest taboo was feeding me a guilt trip something bad.  I really 
didn't want to have sex with him at all, but I couldn't help but to feel that 
I was taking advantage of him.  I had gotten off watching him ride that roller 
coaster and I just knew that I was going to do it to him again, if only just 
because he was available and I was young and horny.  Ah well, what is life if 
it is not filled with slow and endless emotional torments?


* * *


   "Joe & Eric" - Chapter Three - "Another Dare"  

    by Mikey Mark


* * *

Over the next few weeks after playing 'truth or dare' out on my back patio
with Eric, I anxiously awaited for the next opportunity to arrive.  I had
been hot for Eric for two years already, so I had learned to be patient.  I
felt like a big game hunter, patiently stalking my prey.

I had been jerking off *every* night before bed since that fateful
afternoon.  I had a perfect memory replay of Eric jerking himself off with
his big balls bouncing around and jet loads of cum squirting in every
direction.  I would lay on my back, naked and spread-eagled on my bed while
I fantasized about Eric standing or kneeling above me and shooting his cum
all over my body as if he were pissing.  The very thought of having another
guy's sperm touching my body was enough to put me over the edge and I
would surrender to my own self-induced passions and reach for the kleenex
box.

That was what life hanging around a guy like Eric did to you.  I hung
around him every chance I got, but fate conspired against us so that no
matter what we did or where we went, there rarely was an opportunity for us
to be alone and undisturbed.  By the forth week after that 'fateful
afternoon' jerkoff session, without so much as a word about the episode
between us, I was just about going insane with desire.  With my memory
replay of Eric going into exaggerated and endless re-runs, I practically
*doubled* my daily jerkoff habit and prayed that my mother wouldn't notice
the fact that I was going through bedside kleenex boxes like nothing.

My little brother running around the house half-naked at every opportunity
didn't help either.  He actually would attack me with a flying drop-kick
while wearing nothing more than his underwear, practically inviting me to
give him another wedgie.  Sure enough, if our parents were out of sight, I
would lift him right off the ground by the waistband of his undies and
Timmy would squirm and howl.  I swear that he actually got off on it.  The
only resistance Timmy seemed to offer back lately was to grab my crotch
which was more to rub it than anything else.

It was horrible to be caught in such a weird predicament with me being gay
and horny and my little brother being apparently so willing.  I wasn't
really attracted to him at all and the religious-family-guilt feelings were
pretty heavy.  Even still, I couldn't stop myself from going along with it
all and when he thrust his pelvis towards me I would reach out and rub his
young boner.  He made the cutest tent in his little white jockey shorts and
since he wasn't going to make a mess, I would jerk h im off right there in
his underwear.  I hated myself for the pleasure I got from watching him
spasm and twitch with his endless dry orgasms but I'll have to admit, Timmy
didn't seem to be bothered by it at all!

Anyway, to get back to my story, Eric and I were supposed to go riding one
day and when I rode up to his garage to meet him, the storm clouds rolled
in.  We figured at first it would just be a summer thunderstorm, loud but
brief, but it turned out to be a steady rain with a solid grey sky.
Shelving our plans to go riding, Eric and I headed to his basement to play
a few games of pool.

We played about three or four games, but Eric kept winning at a buck a game
so I said I didn't feel like playing any more.  The real reason was because
we were supposed to go riding today, both Eric and I were wearing our
cycling gear.  That meant that Eric's big cock and even bigger balls were
prominently on display, clearly outlined in his black lycra cycling shorts.
The only thing that could possibly be compared to the sight of Eric's
crotch in a pair of cycling shorts would have to be the sight of Eric's
butt in those same cycling shorts.  When he bent over to make a shot in
front of me I would just about lose it completely.  His butt was nice and
round and muscular, but smallish in proportion to the rest of him.  I
wanted to see him naked so badly I couldn't see or think straight and this
was the real reason I played poorly.

It was bloody uncomfortable trying to sit down on the couch afterwards, as
Lycra shorts are tight and my cock was doubled over and hard as a rock.
Luckily, Eric went upstairs to get us something to drink so I could stick
my hands down my shorts and adjust myself.  Letting my boner go off to one
side rather than bent down felt wonderful and I rejected the notion of
letting Eric catch me playing with myself.  I wanted him, but I didn't want
to look like a fool either.

When Eric returned with a couple of cans of 7-UP he told me that his
parents had gone out for a couple of hours and that it was just us and his
younger brother Craig at home.  I was elated at this news and I noticed
Eric looking at my crotch.  He made some dumb comment about my obvious
boner, and we both laughed.

"How about another game of Truth or Dare?"

I could barely believe what I was hearing.  That was exactly how I got to
see Eric jerk off in the first place and now he was suggesting that we play
the same game.  That could only mean that he wanted to jerkoff with me
again!  I tried to answer as casually as I could.  "Sure, why not?"

"Call it, heads or tails for first dare."

"Heads."

"You win.  You go first."

I relished the opportunity and kept Eric in suspense while I pondered the
possibilities.  Sure, I wanted to get him to pull out his cock, but I
figured that I should make a neutral opening and give him the opportunity
to make a first move like he did the first time.

"Truth or Dare.  Have you ever fucked a girl?"

"What's the dare?"

I knew I had him.  It was an unspoken rule of teenaged boys that one could
not admit to being a virgin in front of one's friends.

"I dare you to go upstairs and give your brother a wedgie."  It wasn't
original, I'll admit, but it was a damn good one as he had made me do it to
my little bro and thus it was just retribution.  It was only incidental
that I happened to think that Eric's twelve year old skateboard punk
brother with the ponytail was kinda cute.  Well, maybe a bit more than
kinda.

"I'll take the dare.  Craig's a mouthy little fucker and it'll be a
pleasure!"

My cock had slowly returned almost to normal while I was concentrating on
the game, but as we climbed the stairs I could feel it stirring once again
and straining at the tight fabric of my shorts in anxious anticipation.

Craig was sitting at the kitchen table eating some left-over pizza and
reading some trashy comic book.  He was dressed as I had seen him before,
baggy and ragged cut-off army fatigues, worn low on the hips, high-top
canvas running shoes (covered in graffiti), and an oversized and untucked
T-shirt proclaiming some weird slogan about the end of the world.  I also
noticed that he a half dozen metal studs in his ears, a few colorful weaved
'friendship' bands around his wrist and a silver necklace chain with an
Egyptian cross around his neck.  Quite a sight for a fucking twelve year
old!  He was fairly big for his age I guess, as he was just a few inches
shorter than me and maybe ten pounds lighter.

Eric said a few things to him, but Craig only sneered back at him.  I
hovered near the door for a good view across the kitchen table as Eric had
moved in behind him as if to look in the fridge.  Craig was doing his best
to ignore his brother, so he didn't realize what was happening until it was
too late.  Eric had slipped in behind Craig's chair and grabbed the
waistband of his boxer shorts and heaved upwards.

Craig was caught totally unaware by the action and the look on his face
when Eric lifted him off the chair was utterly unbelievable and beyond
description.  Admittedly, boxer shorts don't work as well as stretchy
cotton briefs for a good wedgie, but like all young kids these days, Craig
wore clothes three sizes to big for him and his comic-book boxers were no
exception.  Eric had about eight inches of colorful boxer fabric pulled out
the back of Craig's shorts while Craig went nuts and fought like a wild
animal.

I had ringside seats to a first-class brotherly spat as Craig fought back
with surprising strength and managed to escape Eric's first hold.  Craig
looked like he was trying to really kill Eric, but the two year difference
in their age along with Eric 's budding jock build made short work of
Craig's show of resistance and soon enough, Craig was pinned face down on
the kitchen floor with Eric kneeling on his back.

"Okay little brother, now that you've gone and pissed me off, you are
REALLY going to get it!  I was just playing a little fucking game with my
friend and you have to carry on like someone's trying to murder you!  I've
had enough of your trashy attitude and now you are going to pay for it!"

Eric was really getting worked up and I said a few words to calm him down,
but as it turned out, what he had in mind wasn't nearly as dangerous as I
thought.

"Hey Joe, come here and give me a hand.  I think we oughta strip down my
little brother and toss him outside into the rain to let him cool off."

He was serious and after making a feeble protest on Craig's behalf, I
eagerly went to work taking Craig's running shoes and smelly socks off.
Once they were removed and cast aside, Eric put Craig in a double arm-lock
and turned him aside so that I could undo his belt.  With that undone, I
unzipped his fly and pulled his baggy army fatigue shorts right off him
easily.  The sight of his cartoon boxer shorts wedged up his butt was
fantastic.  I paused at that point, but Eric told me to go on.

Craig was kicking and thrashing around, but with Eric on top of him and
holding him in an arm-lock, there wasn't much he could do.  I sat on both
his legs and pulled down his boxers to his knees.  Craig was screaming that
his brother was a fucking faggot, but Eric only laughed and told me to
hurry up.  It was easy to get his boxers off the rest of the way as I let
his legs go and with his kicking and thrashing, the shorts went flying off.
Once that was done I knelt down and grabbed Craig's ankles firmly under
each arm while Eric stood up.  I had to switch Craig's legs over so that we
could carry him and Craig got me real good with a kick in the ribs before I
had both of his legs firmly locked under each of my arms.

Holding him aloft, Eric and I shuffled down the hall to the sliding glass
doors at the back of the house.  We stopped there and put Craig down so
that Eric could remove Craig's T-shirt, but Craig put up such a fight that
Eric gave up and put the arm-lock back on him and we lifted him up again.
I couldn't help but notice that Craig's cock was beginning to stir as he
continued to struggle.  He was totally hairless, although sure as hell you
could tell by the size of him who his brother was!

Eric managed to open the sliding doors with his finger and foot and we
marched outside.  It was pouring rain and we carried Craig out to the
middle of the lawn.  There was a small slope going down the back of their
property and on the count of three we tossed him down the slope.  It wasn't
very far or very steep, but with the rain slicked grass, Craig slid down
all the way and ended up in some mud at the foot of the garden while Eric
and I made a beeline for the house.

Once inside, Eric locked the sliding glass doors and then ran off to do the
same with the other two doors of the house.    I just stood there at the
patio doors and watched Craig walk right towards me.  He looked hot as hell
as his flimsy white cotton T-shirt was now soaked and sticking to his skin
and he was otherwise totally naked.  After finding the sliding doors
locked, Craig knew his brother well enough to figure out that the other
doors would be as well.  He pleaded with me to let him back inside, and as
much as I wanted to, I figured that might piss-off Eric, so I didn't.
Instead, I just stood there admiring the sight of Craig's twelve year old
naked body.  He had a real nice pair of balls (as big as my own) that
despite the coolness of the pouring rain, were still hanging down and
swinging freely below his now half-hard cock.  I  attributed his
stimulation more to the natural excitement of being caught naked outdoors
in daylight, rather than a specifically sexual response.

My study of his rain-soaked form was broken when Eric called out to Craig
from the front door saying that he was going to let him in.  I got a real
good look at his naked wet butt as Craig turned on his heels and walked out
of my sight.  I couldn't d are miss a second of the action and headed for
the front hall where I found Eric standing just inside the open door.

Sure enough, Craig popped up on the front porch, but Eric had the screen
door locked and Craig started swearing at him like crazy.  The sight of him
standing there, dripping wet and shaking the door handle, was absolutely
fantastic.  There was a stream of rain-water running off the end of his
half-hard cock as if he were pissing.  Craig was mad as you wouldn't
believe, but he looked cute and sexy as all hell.  After about ten seconds
a car turned the corner and Craig gave up standing up there on the front
porch and headed for the privacy of the backyard.

I saw him there, pressed naked against the sliding glass doors while I was
still in the hallway and called out to Eric.  As I got closer, Craig saw me
and stepped away from the glass and I saw that his half-hardon was now
almost fully erect.  He was yelling and pounding on the glass something
bad, but he still looked cute as all hell.  It was bad enough that I had
taken to molesting my own eleven year old brother, but now I was
experiencing *seriously* lustful desires for my best buddy's younger
brother!

When Eric finally arrived at my side, he smiled at Craig and then pressed
his nose against the glass doors to make a stupid face.  Craig swore in
disgust, but perked up when Eric opened the latch and let the door open an
inch.  Craig tried to force o pen the door enough to get inside, but he was
all wet and slippery and Eric had it braced pretty good.

After teasing Craig for another minute or two, Eric finally let the door
open all the way and Craig dove inside.  He was totally soaked and looked
like a drown rat.  He shook his wet hair at Eric in a feeble gesture of
revenge and then stomped out of the room and into the bathroom where he
slammed the door and locked it.  I need hardly point out that I had an
excellent view of Craig shaking his long wet ponytail around and that
wasn't the only 'pony tail' that was swinging around!

The sight of Craig sporting a half-hardon was wild enough, but with a full
erection, he was quite a sight and I'd say there was no doubt that he was
following in the family tradition.  He obviously still had some growing to
do and was still totally hairless, but he was a real good size, almost the
same length as my own standard-issue six inch special, but not quite as
thick.  Even still, it was big enough to be considered average size on an
adult.  On a twelve year old, you'd have to say the kid was hung.    Like
his brother, he was uncut, and the two of them were almost exactly the same
shape and proportion.  Give that boy another year or so, I said to myself,
and he'd have eight inches to match his brother!

My lurid thoughts about Craig were interrupted by Eric's offer of some
leftover pizza in the kitchen.  By the time we had munched down a few
slices, Craig appeared, fully dressed in different clothes and toting his
ever-present skateboard.

"I'm outta here."

With that, the went out without another word into the rain.  Eric just
looked at me with an amused expression on his face and said that his little
brother likes to talk a big game, but ultimately, he's just a young suck.
With that, we finished our pizza and headed back downstairs.

"I do believe it is my turn."

Indeed it was, as he had fulfilled the dare I had challenged him with.  It
was more than I had bargained for, but I wouldn't have missed that scene
for all the money in the world, nor could I have fantasized anything nearly
so hot.

"I'm ready when you are."

"Okay then, how about this?  Truth or Dare.  Did you get sexually excited
by watching my little brother run around naked outside?"

I couldn't possibly answer that question!  "What's the dare?"

"I dare you to swallow a load of your own cum."

"You can't be serious!"  I feigned disgust.

"Then answer the question."

"What if I double-dare you?"

"Either you do or you don't, you can't ask what I'd do if...!"

"Okay, I'll double dare ya then!"

"Yeah?  You think so?  Go for it man, the question stands."

I felt brave and wanted to push the situation a bit further.  "I'll TRIPLE
dare you to swallow a load of MY cum!"

"Forget it.  That's gross."

"Okay then, I'll accept the dare as given, with the double dare invoked!"
It was a sound position to retreat to and I duly reached for the waistband
of my cycling shorts and began peeling them down to my knees.  As Eric did
the same with his own similar style shorts, I realized that this was the
whole object of our game and both of us now knew it.  I tried to change it
slightly, but Eric clearly was going to be the one to set the pace.  Fair
enough for me.  As long as I got to see him jerking off, I would be more
than satisfied.  Anything more between us would be pure bonus or only in my
dreams.

But right then, it was reality and Eric was once again peeling back his
foreskin to expose that big mushroom head on his dick.  God I wish I had a
dick like that!  It was fucking beautiful and I wanted to touch it and
squeeze it.  Eric wasn't quite as shy as he was the first time and proudly
displayed his cock for me to admire while he stroked its majestic length.

"Fuck man, this feels good.  One day I'm gonna have me a hot chick that
loves to give endless blowjobs and I'll never spank this monkey again!"

I ignored what he was saying and instead starred at him pounding away on
his big prick.  Eric was leaning back in the corner of the couch while I
was sitting about three feet away at the front edge leaning forward and
craning my neck to look at him.  God I loved the sight of his balls!  They
were so big and juicy and hung long and loose and bounced around while he
jerked off.  I actually had to slow myself down as I was so close to coming
and I didn't want to go too soon.

In a moment of inspiration, I resumed my jerking motions and sent myself
over the proverbial edge and felt my orgasm approach.  As it did, I let
myself go completely, and allowed myself to fall right off the couch and
lay down onto the floor and prepared an intense effort to hold back my
onrushing orgasm.

Sure enough, as I had hoped with my unexpected roll onto the floor, Eric
stood up to look at me and see if I was okay.  Seeing me still pounding on
my prick and so obviously close to orgasm as I lay prone beneath him, Eric
sat back down and resumed jerking himself off, only this time he sat at
the edge of the couch rather than sitting back.  I was going insane laying
beneath him, jerking myself off and holding my breath until almost turning
blue in an effort to hold back my orgasm, but with his cock only a foot or
so above me, I was assured of getting splattered and I *had* to wait for
it.

To my great relief and fantastic pleasure, Mount Eric erupted with his
usual bountiful flow of hot lava and although Eric caught some of it in his
hand, there was more than enough to get through and about two seconds after
the first gob of his cum landed on my chest, my own pent-up orgasm exploded
with a force and intensity I had hitherto not thought possible.  With every
tiny drop of Eric's flying cum that managed to land on my body, I felt a
spasm go through me from that point outwards and another shot of cum would
spurt out my twitching cock.

When the cum finally stopped flying around, I looked up to see Eric looking
down at me and holding his hand out.  He showed me a big gob of cum that he
had caught spewing out from his cock and although I hadn't thought to catch
any as I shot it, I had more than enough pooled and dripping on my stomach
so I scooped some of that up.

"That looks fucking gross."

"Yeah, well, its only cum.  Are you ready for the dare?"

"Yeah, I'm ready.  You gotta lick your hand *totally* clean."

With that, we both went to work.  After the first taste, it wasn't so bad,
but thirty seconds later it had a really mean aftertaste and both of us
were diving for our 7-Up cans to wash down the taste.  We both agreed that
our own cum tasted super-salty and sour at the same time.   I had never
tasted my own cum before and it really surprised me.

As our dicks slowly shriveled back to normal proportions, we got up to
clean ourselves off.  It was absolutely fantastic and I regretted having to
wipe up Eric's cum from off my chest and shoulder.  Only a bit of his cum
had actually landed on me, but I wanted to leave it there to dry and
harden.

Once we were cleaned up, we went back to playing pool and sure enough, with
the sexual tension relieved, I did much better and won back the three
dollars he won off me earlier in the afternoon.  It always amazed me the
way one minute the two of us could be beating on our cocks together and
then ten minutes later, we'd be cleaned up and dressed again, without
saying a word about it.  I wanted to tell him how much I enjoyed it all.  I
wanted to tell him how much I wanted him to shoot his cum all over my body.
I wanted to tell him I loved him.  But I was too much of a chicken-shit
closet-case and I kept my mouth shut because I knew that it was the way
that Eric wanted it.


* * *


   "Joe & Eric" - Chapter Four - "Strip Billiards"  

    by Mikey Mark


* * *

Over the next few weeks after that rainy afternoon at Eric's house, I managed 
to jerk off with Eric only one more time, but I must have dropped like fifty 
hints in the process.  Eric seemed oblivious to my 'hints' and set his own 
pace.  When Eric felt like jerking off with me, he would let me know.  
Otherwise, we were just two relatively normal fourteen year old buddies 
hangin' around together, going to movies, cycling and playing pool.

Through the cycling club, Eric and I met a boy named Paul.  He was a year 
younger than either of us, being only thirteen, but he was a natural born 
comedian.  You could never tell what he was going to say next, or when he said 
something you didn't know if it was a 'real' story or a set-up for a 
punch-line.  Sarcasm?  That was his middle name!    

I really liked Paul as he was seriously blond haired and very cute.  I've 
always loved blond hair and Paul's was really, really light in color, almost 
pure white.  When you add blue-grey eyes and dimples, you'll know what I'm 
talking about when I say Paul was a seriously cute young guy.  In his cycling 
gear he looked absolutely stunning.  His parents were apparently quite wealthy 
and thus Paul always wore really expensive and stylish clothes.  The sight of 
his cute little butt in a pair of lycra cycling shorts was fantastic and made 
a superb contrast (and alternate starring point) to Eric's equally fantastic 
frontal bulge.  Mind you, in a pair of cycling shorts, Eric's muscular bubble 
butt was also a pretty hot sight as well.

The fact that I was attracted to Paul, didn't really surprise me.  I had been 
attracted to a whole string of attractive young guys of which Eric and Paul 
were merely the latest.  What surprised me most though, was that Eric also 
seemed to like him.  To put it bluntly, the 'Crazy Dutchman' as we both called 
Paul (his family was Dutch), wasn't the most masculine of young men.  He paid 
a lot of attention to how he looked and *had* to fix his hair at every 
opportunity.  With the addition of Paul's slightly feminine (i.e. lispy) 
voice, prettyboy good looks, excessively polished manners and dislike of most 
sports (other than cycling), it was a fair and reasonable assumption to 
question the 'firmness of his wrists'.  In this respect, I suppose I am lucky, 
as although I knew I liked sex with boys, I didn't feel like, nor look like, 
nor act like a fag.  Paul did.  

At our last cycling meet, I suggested to Paul that he might like to come over 
to my house sometime to play some billiards or something.  I just about lost 
it when he repeated my "or something", in a voice dripping with sexual 
innuendo.  When Eric found out about our plans, he invited himself along, 
which as I said before surprised me, but because Eric was Eric, I didn't mind 
at all.

It was a nice warm sunny day, getting on late in the summer.  With my parents 
out of the house for the day it was a perfect opportunity to host my two 
friends.  Eric arrived first and was dressed as he usually was, stylish and 
slovenly.  His 'shorts' were a pair of loose old jeans that had been hacked 
off at the knees, held up by a thick black leather belt, high enough to hang 
from his hips that is, but low enough to expose the top waistband of his 
Calvin Klein underwear if he bent over or raised his shirt up at all.  His 
oversized white T-shirt displayed a 'euro-cool' logo in black & white and he 
had a black baseball cap on as well.  The look was awesome and sexy as hell.  
But then again, Eric was awesome and sexy as hell, so I guess it didn't really 
matter what he wore.  

Paul arrived shortly afterwards and he was also stunning to look at.  As 
always, his platinum blond hair was styled perfectly in place, and he wore a 
pair of tan walking shorts with a red, grey, white & blue rugby style shirt 
and a pair of brown leather deck-shoes.  For accent, he had a white coral 
necklace around his neck that had the effect of showing off what little tan he 
had managed despite his fair hair and almost pale skin.  He looked great, 
casual and stylishly cool as always with a pair of Serengetti sunglasses to 
finish off his look.

He took off his shades and flashed me his dimpled smile as he came inside and 
said hello to Eric.  We hung around and yakked for a while and then headed 
downstairs to play some pool.  Paul said he wasn't very good at it and Eric 
lied by suggesting that he wasn't either.  As if to prove it, Eric played 
really badly the first game and I won it easily.  We were playing regular 
billiards for points, as this was the easiest to play with three people, 
although it is considered the most difficult of the various games you can play 
on a billiard table.  

Although the skill level of play on display was rather low, the laughter index 
was running close to red-line as Paul had a 'one-liner' ready for every shot 
he missed.  After the game was finished, Paul suggested we do 'something 
else', but didn't suggest anything specific.  We hummed and hawed for a while 
before Eric suggested that perhaps we should play another game of billiards, 
but this time we should add something to 'liven it up'.  Both Paul and I 
perked up at this suggestion and agreed immediately when Eric followed it up 
by suggesting that whoever loses the game would have to strip off all their 
clothes.

I figured that it was an excellent way for Paul to get naked.  No doubt about 
it, both Eric and I could beat him at billiards, even spotting him 30 or 40 
points in the process.  But Eric was playing badly on purpose and managed to 
lose yet again.  It was quite a pressure cooker during the last few minutes of 
the game as both Eric and Paul were in the negatives while I cruised easily to 
yet another victory.  Eric's final 'scratch' on the black-ball looked a bit 
too staged, but Paul practically jumped threw the roof as it put Eric two 
points below his own formerly last-place score.  

Sure enough, Eric followed through by acting very pissed at himself for 
playing so badly and then 'reluctantly' stripped down in front of us.  Despite 
the fact that I had already seen Eric naked before and even jerked off with 
him, I couldn't get enough of him and the sight of him stripping off his 
clothes was fantastic for me to watch.  Paul on the other hand, had obviously 
never seen a cock and a pair of balls quite as big as Eric had and made a few 
comments to that effect.  One look at Paul's face with Eric standing there 
totally naked was enough for me to confirm any suspicions I might have had 
about the 'firmness' of Paul's wrists.  No doubt about it, Paul was 
practically *drooling* on the floor.

None of us were actually doing anything really, just standing there when Eric 
suggested that we should play yet another game for the same stakes.  I 
immediately asked Eric what would happen if he lost again as he was already 
naked, to which he replied that he would jerk off *both* of the winners if he 
lost again.

I went along with the suggestion, as it was really unlikely that would lose 
anyway.  Paul took a moment to decide, but did agree.  Foolish boy.  He was 
being 'suckered' by Eric and I knew it, but I don't think Paul realized it, or 
if he did, he didn't let on that he did and was therefore as good an actor as 
Eric was trying to be!

Either way, playing that next game was something else as it was with Eric 
stark naked and standing around as if he wasn't.  It was hard as hell trying 
to concentrate on the game or trying to line up a shot when Eric was standing 
directly behind the ball I was aiming for and thus my eyes would drift over to 
that fat piece of (semi-hard) meat hanging between his legs.  My own cock was 
rock hard from the sight of that dick swinging around when he walked.  I just 
about creamed in my underwear when Eric stood in front of me to make a shot 
and bent right over so that I could see his impossibly large balls dangling 
down under his beautiful butt and between his out-stretched legs only three 
feet in front of me!

Eric was continuing to play poorly and thus he and Paul were always in a 
suspenseful struggle, jostling 2nd & 3rd place.  Even with Eric's big cock 
swinging around and the resulting reduction in my score, I was still an easy 
20 points above the pair of them.  Somehow, towards the end of the game, Eric 
had managed to stay rather consistently in 3rd place, enough so that Paul 
actually made some amusing comment about getting jerked off, so sure was he 
that Eric was going to lose yet again.

Eric however, had other plans.  In the very last round, he pulled off a 
beautiful (seven point) shot to sneak back one point above Paul's score.  I 
sealed the order of finishing by sinking the remaining two balls and that was 
that.  Paul was actually dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events while Eric 
did a victory/war-dance.  And as if Eric hadn't pulled off a hundred similar 
such shots in my presence before without so much as a comment.  Even still 
though, I wish I had a video cam for a shot of him doing it naked!

When Eric finally settled down, he turned to Paul and told him that it was his 
turn to strip down as he was the loser this time.  Paul had become shy and 
reluctant all of a sudden, but he did it anyway.  He didn't even say a word 
while he was doing it either which was something.  It didn't matter though 
because both Eric and I were too busy watching him strip. 

I could see that he had no hair under his arms when he pulled his striped 
rugby-style sweatshirt off over his head.  His boyish torso was smooth, lean 
and very lightly tanned which contrasted nicely with Paul's blushing face and 
the bright white coral necklace.  He kicked off his leather deck shoes as he 
wasn't wearing any socks and then went for his shorts.  The stylishly baggy 
tan walking shorts dropped easily to his feet revealing a pair of navy blue 
briefs that showed a distinct tenting effect.  He hesitated for a moment 
before he stripped of his last piece of clothing and while he did I debated 
with myself whether or not he would have any pubic hair.  Paul was shorter 
than Eric and I by at least four or five inches in height and still looked 
rather boyish, although he was certainly bigger and taller than my eleven year 
old brother, he was smaller and appeared to be less developed than Eric's 
twelve year old brother, Craig.  But then again, Craig, like Eric, was a bit 
over-developed anyway, so that didn't really mean much.

Sure enough, once stripped of its tent covering, Paul's tentpole stood out for 
all to see.  It was a nice tentpole, about five inches or so.  It looked to me 
to be a proportionately average sized cock for him at his age as it was too 
big for a boy's cock and yet still a bit smallish for a man's cock, which 
seemed to describe Paul perfectly.  At first I thought he was still totally 
hairless, but after a couple of minutes of 'discreet' study, I could make out 
that Paul was indeed sprouting a tiny patch of pubic hairs, but they were so 
light in color that it was hard to see them in the poor light of the basement 
billiards room.

Eric broke our silent study by announcing that we had to now play another game 
as I still hadn't lost yet and we needed a 'tie-breaker' for the two losers.  
Both Paul and I looked at each other when Eric said this, neither of us 
expecting it.  As if to encourage us, Eric explained that whoever lost twice 
had to jerk off the other two guys.  Paul and I had already worked that out 
and that was what had shocked us.  Sure Eric had already risked that once, but 
it wasn't much of a risk under the circumstances.  This was a new twist for 
Paul and a very real possibility as he could lose again.  I was just plain 
shocked at how forward Eric was being.  After all of my hints and how hard I 
worked just for the chance of seeing his big beautiful prick, let alone 
fantasizing about the possibility of touching it, and there he was practically 
inventing a new game of strip-billiards for the sole purpose of getting Paul 
to jerk him off.

There wasn't much doubt that I would agree to play again and I toyed with the 
idea of throwing my game along with Eric!  Paul eventually and reluctantly 
agreed to play another game as well and it was then that I suspected that 
maybe he really was just acting and that he probably was as excited by what 
was going on as I was.  He sure as hell had a wicked hardon for proof.    

It was really bizarre trying to shoot billiards when you are in you own 
basement and fully dressed while the two buddies you are playing with are 
stark naked!  I was beginning to get used to seeing Eric walking around naked 
while he surveyed his next shot, but with Paul's super cute boyish butt 
bouncing around I didn't stand a chance.  I wasn't trying to throw my game, it 
just naturally deteriorated.  Even still, it was enough to make it interesting 
for all of us as Eric once again toyed with 3rd place long enough to get Paul 
excited again.  He really should have learned the first time, but then again, 
Paul probably wanted to jerk Eric's big dick almost as badly as I wanted to 
and was just acting like he was 'straight' and therefore reluctant.

It came down to the end and all three of us were fairly close, although I had 
a slim lead and Eric was in last place still.  That was when Eric went on a 38 
point roll in one turn.  Paul's eye's just about fell out of his head and his 
jaw dropped a bit lower with each successive sinking.  Eric had to straddle 
the corner of the table for one of these shots and when he leaned over to 
reach the difficult shot his dick and balls hung down into the corner pocket. 
A picture of this is frozen forever in my mind!

The last few balls went down quickly enough after that and the game ended with 
Eric away in front and Paul in last place, ten points behind me.  Paul 
continued with his acting and moaned and groaned at his poor fate and accused 
Eric of cheating and being a poolshark.  Eric just laughed and told Paul that 
he was ready for his hand-job.

Paul looked at me with a strange inquisitive look on his face and I didn't 
know what to say so I said that I was ready too.  This seemed to crack up Paul 
and he was smiling when he got on his knees in front of Eric and grabbed hold 
of his big prick right there and started to jerk him off.  The look on Eric's 
face was great while Paul expertly worked him to full hardness in no time 
using both hands.  Once he had it fully hard, Paul used one hand to grip the 
base firmly and then proceeded to put the mushroom shaped head of it into his 
mouth while using the other hand to jerk the long thick shaft.

Eric was prepared for a good hand-job.  Lord knows he had given himself many 
of them before.  But I don't think he was quite ready for a blowjob.  Paul 
hadn't said a word and had effortlessly transformed the obligatory hand-job 
into an expert blowjob and it was literally blowing Eric away.  His eyes were 
rolling around and he was making wild faces at me while I just watched, my 
mouth agape.  

Paul never managed more than about half of Eric's cock in his mouth, but along 
with the stroking rhythm with both his small hands on the shaft was enough to 
put Eric over the edge and Paul surprised the hell out of both of us by 
swallowing it all down just as fast as Eric could shoot it.  And believe me, 
that Mount Eric would erupt like a fucking volcano when he came and couldn't 
imagine being able to swallow all that cum.  Sure enough, when he was 
finished, Paul wiped his face just like he had finished drinking a glass of 
milk.  Unbelievable!

Then it was my turn.  Paul just looked at me from where he was kneeling in 
front of Eric.  I  didn't need any more encouragement than that and I slipped 
my own shorts down to my knees and followed them with my undies and stood 
there with six hard and thick inches practically dripping on the carpet.  I 
felt a bit ashamed of my meagre offering as it was considerable smaller than 
Eric's great feast, but it was enough to light up Paul's dimpled smile and 
that made me feel proud.

We were leaning against the pool table so Paul didn't have to move very far to 
get at my cock.  He started off with me exactly like he did with Eric by just 
slowly jerking me for a minute or so before I felt his hot wet mouth sink down 
over me.  It felt so incredible I didn't think I was going to last more than a 
few seconds.  I soon learned one great advantage of having a smaller dick than 
Eric and that was the fact that Paul could swallow down *all* of my cock until 
his nose was pressed firmly into my pubic hair at the base of my cock.  In 
addition, because he didn't have to supplement his blowjob with a two-handed 
jerk action on my cock, he had both hands free to explore my lower regions.  
One hand fondled my balls which felt fantastic in combination with the 
blowjob, the other teased around dangerously close to my butthole.  

It was one finger on this second hand that did it.  I didn't realize it at the 
time, but looking back now I'd have to say that this was a very significant 
digit.  It probed my puckered hole and when it slipped inside, I slipped over 
the edge and shot the biggest load of my life down Paul's apparently eager 
throat.  The feel of him swallowing and contracting upon my cockhead seemed to 
squeeze every last drop of cum out of me and when I finally opened my eyes, 
Paul was sitting back on the floor in front of me jerking himself off.  

Paul was obviously seriously turned on by sucking both of us off because he 
was jerking himself wildly, with his left hand locked around the base and the 
right one flying up and down, using his own spit for lubrication.  I could 
even see that he was reaching down towards his own butthole with the baby 
finger of his left hand.  Eric seemed to have been re-aroused by either 
watching me get blown or from watching Paul jerk himself and was now standing 
beside me jerking himself slowly.  

It took all of about a minute for Paul to squirt all over his own chest and 
stomach.  Eric and I both cheered when he did and that made us all break out 
laughing.  With the sexual energy level thus reduced, we were able to clean up 
and get back into our clothes with only a few gooses and lewd jokes, as if we 
were in a locker-room after gym class rather than after a good hot jerk & suck 
session!  Afterwards, being the age that we were, we headed upstairs to raid 
the kitchen.  

As it was, the reason that we were all so hungry was that it was dinner time. 
Eric and Paul both flipped out and said they were going to be late for dinner 
at home and flew out the door.  It was then that I noticed my little brother 
Timmy in the TV room playing his Nintendo (as usual).  

I had forgotten all about him.  He had gone out to a friend's house at lunch 
time just before Eric and Paul had arrived, but I had no idea when he had 
gotten back.  When I asked him about it, he just howled with laughter and told 
me that he got home just about the time that my friend with the blond hair 
sucked off my friend with the red hair.  I was stunned - and probably in 
serious trouble as well!