Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 18:59:58 -0500
From: Joey <joey1685@gay.com>
Subject: Joey and Sean - Part two

My mind went into slow motion.  This was the first time someone other than
me had touch my 'Private Parts" since the Doctor had me cough for him, with
his professional hands down the front of my underwear at my Sports Physical
last year.  It was almost as if someone had stuck my penis into a light
socket.  His touch was that electric.  I shivered involuntarily from the
contact, and my cock sprang to full mast so hard and fast, it might have
snapped off at the base.  I gasped in surprise and my sphincter muscle
tightened.  He didn't balk.  His hand was cool, but not cold as he wrapped
his fingers around me.  He did it gently at first and it felt a lot
different than when I do it.  My hand finds my penis automatically, and the
stiffness that comes by my own hand is gradual.  But it felt absolutely
fantastic to have this alien hand wrapped around my most intimate body
part.  His palms were kinda sweaty, and that smoothed his jacking motion
into fluidity.  I felt I was getting harder than I had ever gotten under my
with hand or lips for that matter (but that is another story).

Sean would occasionally brush his thumb sideways across my head when he
came up, and it got me really hard when he did it.  After a few pumps, he
hooked my dick in the space between his thumb and index finger and then
lifted his elbow and bent his wrist, so he could tease and tickle my balls
with his little and ring fingers, without letting go entirely of my
shaft. I was in heaven!

I looked over and saw him jacking himself in time to me with his left hand,
but with much less fluidity, cause he was using his best hand on me.  I
could now look at his erect penis, without the fear I had experienced last
winter.  His was a little smaller than mine, but it was in proportion to
the rest of his body; he was a little shorter than me.  I moved my
shoulders and ass to be closer to him, because I didn't want him to stop,
especially after the shock I felt when he first touched me.  When he lifted
his elbow to stimulate my nuts, I slipped my arm under his elbow, so I
could grab his penis with my best, left, hand.

And this was another first for me.  I had never touched another penis in my
life.  Time, again, seemed to get fucked into slow motion.  His penis felt
so soft in my hand.  Kinda like a baby mouse.  Soft, furry and moving on
its own.  Yet it had a strength, unlike the mouse, in its steely rigidity.
I felt him shudder in pleasure as I wrapped my hand around his dick.  I
jacked him at the same pace as he jacked me.  Matched him stroke for
stroke, like we were swimming!

When I jack off, it seems almost mechanical.  Produce enough friction till
the pleasure mounts and then the white stuff spurts out the end.  This
time, it was far from mechanical, and I could feel very different parts of
my body react to his stimulus.  My throat got tight and dry.  I could feel
my nipples get like pencil erasers.  I could feel sweat start to form under
my arms, and bead up on my abs.  I had dug my heels into the ground to keep
from sliding off the pillow, but now they relaxed. There was nothing more
to really see, all I had to do was feel, and give feelings of pleasure to
someone else.  But the best feelings came from my crotch.  It was almost as
if my penis was on fire.  I was overloading with stimulus. I was coming
close. Very close to spurting.

So there we lay, naked young teenagers, shoulder to shoulder and ass to
ass, merrily jacking each other off in the hot July evening.  It must have
looked hot, if anyone could have seen us.  I matched Sean stroke for
stroke.  I think that he was getting close to cumming, because he was
picking up the pace on jacking me.  I reciprocated.  Soon, I crossed the
threshold, past the point of no return.  I whispered through dry throat,
that I was gonna cum.  Sean said him too.  We did.  It was the most
colossal volume of my young life, and because of the way he was holding my
dick, when I came, my sperm leapt from my penis, arced through the air, and
the first blob of it hit me on the cheek.  Wow!

Sean's under my skilled left hand, ejaculated straight in the air.  His
first gob landed on his 6 pack, right above his bellybutton.  He moaned
softly while the sperm spewed from his dick.  I was in ecstasy.  Spurt
after spurt of sperm followed the first, in diminishing arcs, until the
last trickled out of the slit, and down Sean's hand.  All I can say is WOW!

Our hands gradually loosened and then left the dicks we had brought to
climax.  We laid back in after sex exhaustion.  What a feeling.  What a
bud.  The crickets were out now, and the moon was rising.  It was starting
to get dark, and it was too early for us to even think about sleeping.

After a few minutes, Sean said, "Thanks, bud.  I've always wondered what
that would feel like, and I figured the only way to find out was to do it
to somebody first."

"Me too," I offered.  "That was great!"

"Jennifer is such a bitch.  She gets me all horny, and then refuses
anything past first base."  Every time we go out, I gotta jack off when I
get back home.  She don't understand."

I added quickly. "Sally is exactly the same.  You suppose they know what
they are doing to us?  I mean, they get all close to you, and touch you and
you get hard, and then... nothing. The five finger shuffle ends the night."
I didn't tell him that he got me harder than Sally ever did, just by his
walk and smile and build.

We laid there in silence for a while, and then he said that we probably
should get cleaned up before our cum dries like concrete in our pubes.
Mine was mostly on my front, but I thought it a good idea anyway.

So we headed back up to the pool for another dip.  I glanced at the clock
on the pool house wall.  It was almost ten o'clock.  I couldn't believe
that our trip down to the tent, had taken two hours.  I guess time really
does fly when you are having fun!  We jumped into the pool, protecting our
privates with both hands. Some more splashing we finally got our spent seed
off our bodies.  I sure hope that the chlorine in the pool kills sperm,
cause I wouldn't want my mother to get pregnant with an errant sperm of
Sean's, or even worse, mine.  Out of the pool, I started cleaning up the
beer cans and pizza box, putting them in the trash can by the pool house.
Sean got out of the pool, and began flexing various muscle groups, and
posing.  Competitive by nature, I did too.  I almost got hard again looking
at him, showing off his muscled body, like a contestant at a Mr Universe
pageant.  Only we were naked.  I glanced at the clock on the pool house.

I went in the pool house and grabbed a pair of shorts. Sean's were dry, so
he put them on.  We went into the house and decided to play Nintendo for a
while.  We had just gotten warmed up, when I heard the garage door open.
My parents were home, just like clockwork.  11:00.

They came into the family room from the kitchen.  My dad looked a little
loaded, and my mom asked us how the pizza was, and what we did to entertain
ourselves.  I just said we pooled it mostly.  Of course she would not catch
the reference to "pocket pool", but Sean did.  They said their goodnights,
and went upstairs to their room.  I was beginning to feel a little tired
myself, so I asked Sean if he was ready to turn in.  The combination of
getting ready for my guest, emotions, and all the swimming we did was
starting to take its toll. Sean agreed.  I turned off the lights in the
family room, and made sure the front of the house was locked up, before we
went out to the kitchen.  I grabbed a couple of cans of soda from the
fridge, and closed the back door.  We walked down to the tent in pretty
much silence.  The half moon showed us the way.

When we got to the tent, I shucked off my shorts.  I told Sean that I've
been sleeping naked since 7th grade.  He said Kewl, and dropped his shorts.
I picked up both pairs and hung them from the pole at the front of the
tent. We sat at the bottom of the tent by the door, and made small talk
about summer camps and football and wrestling, and a lot of things.  But
not sex.  Our experience with each other had left me satisfied for now,
strangely.  We finished the soda, and turned in.  It was a beautiful, hot,
still summer night, that you only get in the Midwest.  But I was in heaven.

I must have fallen asleep almost immediately, because I don't remember
tossing and turning like I usually do, and often, the only way I can get to
sleep is to jack off.  But not tonight!  I also didn't lay awake thinking
about the big step I had taken with Sean.  Sean lay quietly next to me.
Funny, though, I didn't dream, or at least I don't remember the dream if I
did.

I awoke just before dawn.  The first sensation I felt as I slowly awoke,
was a wetness around my dick. In my semi-conscious state, I figured another
one of the millions of 'wet dreams' I have had over the last three years.
Or maybe all of the soda and beer I drank last night had caused me to wet
the bed.  Boy was I wrong.  As I moved my hand down to my aching dick, I
encountered the furry head of Sean.  The wetness was caused by his mouth
ministering to my swollen penis!  I sprang to full consciousness.  Not only
did I get my first jack off by someone last night, I was getting my first
blow job today.  Sean looked up at me with my dick in my mouth and smiled.
He was laying next to me with his feet at my head, and was laying on his
side with one knee bent so he could keep his balance.  WOW. This was so
hot, I couldn't believe my luck.  This was way better than I had ever hoped
to dream about.

Rather than sit back and enjoy it as I probably should have, My eyes were
attracted to his equally swollen but dry penis, less than a foot away from
me!  I scooched over a bit with my shoulders so I could plant my mouth
around him, but he moved his hips away!  I understood.  Sean wanted me to
sit back and enjoy it.  I certainly did.

Again, my senses were on overload.  I could smell Sean. Not body odor, but
something else, I would describe as sex.  Maybe pheromones, I haven't
looked into it. I could hear a soft slurping sound as he moved his mouth up
and down my shaft, and I could feel his tongue playing with my head as he
bobbed back up. I could feel his warm breath against my pubes when he took
all of me down his throat.  I could feel his teeth gently raking my shaft
as he came up again to the head.  I was about ready to shoot. (Aren't I
always). But I gathered my elbows under me, so I could watch.  Again, all I
could say was WOW.  The feelings I felt coursing through my dick were more
intense than last night' session.  I think I was more 'turned on" if
possible.  I also was very close to shooting.  Every once in a while, Sean
would take his hand and again tickle my balls while his eager mouth sucked
on my cock.  I cummed. I had as much as I had the night before.  Only I
came in Sean's mouth this time.  Spurt after spurt came from my dick, till
some of it escaped from his lips and formed a trail down the side of his
cheek.  I was totally spent, and every muscle in my body loosened up.  I
smiled down at Sean who was quietly spitting my jissum out into an empty
pop can at the foot of the tent, and wiping his face with his 'T' shirt.

His penis was still at full mast, and wordlessly, I put my lips around his
head.  Again, really new feelings crept into my head.  I wasn't exactly
sure how to go about this, but I wanted to do it for Sean, as much as for
me. I gently used my tongue to tease the head of his cock and slowly took
his hard dick into my mouth.  I made it as far back as the back of my
mouth.  I still had a couple of inches before I had him all. I eased off,
and came back to licking his head and trying to work my tongue into the
slit where the piss comes out.  I played with his nuts just as he had done
mine.  All of the excitement had made him about ready to come, cause I
thought the muscle inside his dick would break out of the skin, he was
stretched so tightly.  Down again.  This time, I fought back the urge to
gag, and finally rested my lips in his beautiful brown pubes.  He smelled
wonderful, even this close up.  He smelled a bit of chlorine and soap, but
the smell wasn't all that unpleasant to me.  I grabbed his ball sack while
I sucked on him and toyed with one testicle, rubbing it gently between my
thumb and forefinger.  Then the other one, to receive equal treatment.
Then I pulled off him, and began the whole process slowly again.

I could hear him softly moaning so I knew he was close.  Do I swallow, like
all the stories I read about blow jobs said on the net?  Or do I take it in
my mouth and spit it out like Sean had done? I had to decide quick, for
after about the tenth mouthful of Sean I had, his penis erupted in another
great load of boy cum. I took it in my mouth, and some spilled down my
cheek too.  When he had finished spurting, I rose to my knees and spat most
of his cum into the same soda can as he had used.  I wanted to taste some
for myself, though.  It seemed as though he tasted kinda like me, but not
as smooth.  Definitely different.  Sean was smiling at me, as I laid back
down next to him, head to head.  He put his arm on my chest and smiled at
me.

He said "I had to piss, so I got up and went down to the creek and let go.
When I came back, I could see you there lying on your back, with your prick
hard with a woody.  I couldn't resist.  I thought that if I did you, you
might do me.  And I thought I would take a chance.  It is just another one
of those things I have always wondered about.  After last night, I didn't
think you would mind.  You didn't, did you. Thanks, bud.

My mind was swimming.  Hours and days of planning this had turned out even
better than I had hoped. I would have been happy just to have jacked him
off, and get jacked in the process, but to have a jack and a suck was
better than I could ever hope for.  I looked him in the eyes, and smiled.
"No problem bud.  I just wish I was awake for the first part.  It was way
kewl.

We dozed off again, and woke up probably an hour later.  The sun was over
the horizon, but it hadn't gotten hot yet.  We put our clothes on, and went
into the house.  Mom and Dad were still asleep, so I quietly showed Sean
the shower in the guest room.  I went up to my room, grabbed a pair of
shorts and a 'T' shirt, set them on the sink while he was in the shower
(probably NOT beating off). I went back to my room to shower and change.

We met back in the kitchen, where mom and Sean were making small talk about
pancakes with blueberries and warm syrup.  We drank orange juice, ate the
pancakes and went out to the pool.  One quick look showed me that there was
no incriminating evidence laying around, except for my speedos, which I
quickly picked up and tossed inside the door of the pool house.  We went
down to the Tent, removed all of the contents and struck it, fitting it
back into the plastic bag it came in.  He picked that up, and I got the
mattresses and the rest of the stuff we had down there, walked back up to
the patio and laid them down.  I buried the soda can half full of boy cum
down deep in the trash.  It was time to take Sean back to his house.  He
had a family reunion picnic that he had to go to, so he couldn't get out of
it and stay another night.

We talked small talk with my mom, but once we got to his town, he asked me
what I was doing for the July fourth weekend.  It was on a Wednesday this
year, so some places had fireworks Wednesday night, so there was no actual
"July 4th weekend".  I didn't know, and he said that if it was ok with his
mom, maybe I could stay over at his house.

We pulled up in front of his house, and I insisted on helping him carry in
his stuff.  I told my mom that I'd be back in a minute.  We entered the
unlocked door of his house.  He dropped his sleeping bag at his feet,
leaned over and gave my dick a squeeze.  Not hard or mean, but gentle and
firm at the same time.  I'll call you later, he said as I backed out the
door.  Now I wished I had worn some underwear, to contain my tingling
penis.

Maybe my lonely days and lonely nights were over.  I don't know.

Im writing this right after it happened.  It has taken me a couple of days
to get it all done.  I wrote so that I can preserve these memories exactly
as they happened, so that years from now, after people call me Joe and not
Joey, I will remember the first time.  If you liked this story, you can
contact me at joey1685@gay.com.  I will try to answer any and all.