From: Wing Biddlebaum <Hands@Winesburg.>
Subject: Me and Matt (b/b)
Date: Mon, 10 Feb 1997 03:30:34 -0500

The following fictional story contains graphic descriptions of 
consensual sexual activity between male minors.  If this is offensive to 
you, illegal in your area, or if you are under the age of 21 - please do 
not read!


Matt and I became friends in the fourth grade.  We were both 11 years 
old, fond of the
Dukes of Hazzard, the Empire Strikes Back, and MTV.  We were both 
outsiders at school
- neither of us were particularly good at sports or known for our 
attractiveness to the
opposite sex.  As we entered puberty we became best friends.  All summer 
long we rode
our bikes back and forth to each other's houses to watch MTV or play on 
my computer. 
Matt was tall and awkward, close to 6'2" even in Jr High.  He was all 
legs and where his
legs ended, his ears began.  His ears jutted out from the side of his 
head like fleshy satellite
dishes.  Aside from these prominent features, he was not particularly 
bad looking - he had
short dark brown hair, clear brown eyes, and was blessed with unusually 
clear skin for an
adolescent.  I was only a little shorter  but my weight was more 
proportionate and much
more graceful.  I had brown hair and green eyes and my childhood 
freckles had not quite
disappeared from the bridge of my nose.  We both shared a pale 
complexion.
Like most teenage boys, we also had a particular interest in sex - 
athough at this age we
were more interested in the concept than the actual process.  I dont 
either of us at the time
had ever considered that it was possible for us to try all the things we 
read about in Matt's
dad's Penthouse Magazines if we ever spent time with some girls our age. 
 Instead we
pored over the pictures and the letters, which were always my favorite, 
and discussed the
contents, each trying to act like the bigger expert on the subject.  We 
spent most of the
summer of our 13th year the same way.   I would ride over to his house 
around 10, not
long after his Mom left for work.  We would then have the whole house to 
ourselves until
4:30 when his Dad got home, unless of course Matt's sister was also 
home.  Usually she
went to spend the day at her friend's house leaving us free to do as we 
please, which was
to drink Coke, eat chips and look at his Dad's magazine's all day.  We 
would spread them
all out on the living room floor, right in front of the fan - his house 
was an oven on those
summer days! - and then lie down on the floor and just flip through page 
after page of
naked breasts and female genitalia.  Sometimes we would read out the 
loud the letters to
the editor or the Xavier Holiday column and laugh at the descriptions of 
acts we could
never even imagine doing ourselves.  It was on a day just like this that 
something new and
different happened.
We were both lying on the floor in his living room.  The temperature had 
to be in the 90's
and it was really humid.  As usual we had the full collection of 
magazines strewn across
the floor, chairs, and couch.  I was reading the letters section of a 
Penthouse, one I had
read many times before because it contained a letter that described a 
guy's experience
screwing his girlfriend while she gave his best friend a blowjob.  I 
used to love the rare
letter that described any experience with more than one guy.  At the 
time I didn't think
much about it but the idea of 2 guys watching each other fuck a girl was 
of great interest
to me.  So I was reading this letter for the 50th time that summer when 
I cast a casual
glance over at Matt.  He was lying on his back leaning up against the 
front of the couch. 
His legs were spread out in front of him, one knee up and the other leg 
stretched straight
out.  He propped the magazine he was looking at against the thigh of the 
leg he had up
and rested it in the crook where his leg joined his hip.  He was wearing 
shorts which
although not unusual was always a sight because Matt's legs were so long 
and skinny.  I
noticed, not for the first time, that Matt's legs were now covered in a 
light down of dark
hair which was coarse and heavy on his shins and then lighter on the 
inside and back of his
thighs.  With his leg in its upright position, his shorts had ridden up 
and provided a view
into the depth of his crotch where from my angle I could not only see 
the white of his
Fruit of the Looms but a little bit of pink where one of his balls was 
hanging outside the
confines of his underwear legband.  I also spotted longer, dark hairs 
around the edge of his
underwear.  
Now at 13, I was no stranger to the developing signs of manhood .  I had 
begun to sprout
pubes when I was 11 and by this time had a decent patch of hair above my 
cock as well as
under my balls and down my legs.  But seeing Matt's hairy legs leading 
to that bulging
pink sack caught my attention and made it hard for me to look away.
I stared, hoping he would shift his leg and even more of his sack would 
slip out the side of
his shorts.  He was engrossed in his magazine and did not notice that my 
attention had
shifted from my magazine to him.  He flipped the page and as his hand 
settled back into his
lap, I saw it tense and squeeze his shorts.  When he moved his hand 
again I saw a hard
ridge jutting out and to the side that could only be one thing.  Matt 
had a hard-on and a
seemingly big one at that!  My dick immediately grew underneath me and I 
pushed it hard
into the carpet through my shorts.
Matt flipped another page and again his hand settled on that bulge in 
his shorts and gave
another squeeze.  This time when he tightened his hand around his 
hard-on, he pulled on it
through his shorts, giving it a slow stroke.
I was confused and  overwhelemed by what I was seeing.  I suddenly 
realized how curious
I was about what Matt would look like naked. We had talked about jerking 
off before -
we both admitted we did it often - and I had always found the 
conversation stimulating. 
The idea of Matt jerking off in front of me or better yet, with me, was 
making my dick
throb, my head spin, and my stomach giddy.  I felt like one of those 
cartoon characters on
Woody Woodpecker or Tom & Jerry who when a girl walks by, turns into a 
slobbering,
panting wolf who can only whistle, howl, and pound his foot on the 
ground.  The idea of
seeing Matt jerk off was so intensely scary and strange, and yet so 
arousing, I didnt know
what to do with myself.  I only prayed he didnt notice me staring at him 
or  move his legs
and take away my view.
At that moment the phone rang.  Matt pulled his long, 6'2" frame up from 
the floor and
awkwardly tried to conceal his hard on as he passed by me and grabbed 
the phone.  The
phone was mounted on the doorway between the living room and the kitchen 
so Matt was
forced to stand while he talked.   While he seemed to be embarassed 
about the tent in his
shorts, he was also not going to extreme measures to hide it.  
It was our friend Dan who lived on the next block calling to find out 
what we were doing. 
Dan had a swimming pool and all of our friends frequently ended up at 
his house at some
point on an afternoon like this to cool off.  Matt talked for a few 
minutes and told Dan we
would ride over later.  He hung up the phone and stood in the doorway, 
the tent in his
shorts no longer so obvious.
I looked up at him and reminded myself not to stare at his crotch but to 
make eye contact.  
"It was Dan - do you want to go over to his pool?"
What could I say?  No, I really didnt want to leave yet.  What I wanted 
was for Matt to go
back to reading his magazine with his big ol' hard-on sticking out of 
his shorts so maybe I
could find some way of bringing up the idea of masturbation.  It was 
like we were sharing
something a minute ago and now that intimacy seemed gone for the day and 
I wasnt ready
to give it up.
"I guess but uh, you'll have to give me a minute or two before I can 
stand up" I replied and
grinning sheepishly, rolled over onto my side to reveal my own tented 
shorts.  I didnt
know if Matt would look and I didnt want to look like I was putting it 
on display so I only
rolled half-way over.  I looked up at Matt.
He grinned from ear to ear and thumped his fist against the shaft 
outline in his shorts.  "Me
too - God, it just doesn't want to go down!"
"Guess you'll just have to spank it" I replied, trying to sound like I 
was half-kidding.
He tapped the bulge again with his fisted hand.  "Bad boy!  Bad Boy!"
My heart was thumping crazily and I felt slightly dizzy.  I was 
intoxicated by this
nervousness that was both scary and tremedously erotic.
"Did you read the letter about the guy who has a 10" dick?  Is yours 
that big?" I asked as
casually as I could.
"Why, is yours?" he countered.
I pulled the material of my shorts tight so that the bulge was clearly 
defined and pulled up
slightly from my body.  "Nah, but its pretty big" I said, although I had 
nothing to compare
it to.  I had measured it once and it was about 7 inches and I knew from 
reading
Penthouse that I was above average.
Matt reached into his shorts and moved his shaft so that instead of 
pointing up towards his
stomach, it pointed  straight out, stretching his shorts and pulling 
them down slightly to
reveal a thin line of dark hair that ran from his navel into his 
underwear.  I think it was this
that finally pushed me over the edge.  There was something about 
undescribably kinky
about that line of hair being revealed to me in this circumstance and I 
was overcome with
desire.  I lost my concern for what Matt might think and slowly reached 
up to touch the
thick protruding knob in his shorts.  Matt did not back away.
I closed my hand around the end of his shaft and squeezed lightly.  Matt 
shuddered and
then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly 
pulled them and his
underwear down.
I stared mesmerized and the trail of hair from his navel lengthened and 
widened into a soft
forest of black hair.  Then the base of his dick was revealed - because 
of the position of his
dick as the shorts were lowered,  the enitre length was pointing 
straight down being held
only by the elastic waistband of his underwear stretched across the tip 
of his dick.  Then
with a slight tug his cock sprang free, shooting straight up and 
slapping against his belly
before falling back to a nearly perfect 90 degree angle from his body.  
It was longer than
mine, though not by too much but what shocked me was how thick it was.  
My dick is
slender and streamlined.  Matt's was a thick rod with a huge purple 
head.  I now
understood why it was referred to as a helmet in some of the dirty 
stories I read.  
I wrapped my hand around the middle and tugged softly.  Matt moaned and 
pulled his hips
back slightly before pushing them forward again, moving his dick slowly 
through my fist. 
When the head passed through my fist, I squeezed lightly and felt the a 
sticky wetness that
wasn't as thick as cum but wasn't piss either.  Since I didn't precum, I 
was really turned on
by the way his leaking made his dick slippery and wet.
"I've got an idea" Matt said suddenly.  "You take off your shorts too"
He sat down on the couch and began untying his shoes and taking his 
shorts off all the
way.  I did the same noticing that I couldnt remember my dick ever being 
harder.
"Now lay down on the floor on your back" Matt instructed.
I did and then Matt got down on the floor and knelt over me.  He turned 
so that his feet
were next to my head and then he slowly lifted his leg over me and 
brought his knee down
on my other side.  My head was now between his knees and I was looking 

straight up at
his swaying monster cock and low hanging pink balls. 
"I read about doing this with a girl but we can try it" he said as he 
slowly stretched himself
lower, moving his head closer to my dick.  As he leaned forward his dick 
got lower and
closer to my face.  I couldn't believe this was happening!
"Do you want to try putting in your mouth?" he asked timidly.
"Okay" I replied with both caution and anticipation.
He lowered his body more and I could see the muscles in his stomach 
pulled tight, the line
of hair trickling down his belly, and then his cock was swinging right 
before my lips.  
I looked up and saw that he was looking back at me as he moved his cock 
into position.
I raised my head and opened my mouth wide.  I didnt realize how really 
big his dick head
was until now - it seemed like more than I would be able to get my mouth 
around.  Just as
my lips were about to touch the shiny purple skin his dick bounced 
violently upward. 
Matt giggled breathlessly.
"Your breath tickles" he gasped and then made his dick bounce again.  As 
soon as it was
settled he again tensed his musles and his dick bobbed up and then 
bouned down lightly
bouncing off my chin.
I raised my head up more and tried again to take it into my mouth but 
again he flexed and
his cock bounced up and out of reach. 
I laughed out loud.  Suddenly what we were doing seemed so silly.  
"I cant do this" I said chuckling.
Matt laughed and again flexed his dick.  We both laughed more.
"Stop it!  I cant do this"  I said giggling.
Matt rolled over onto his side and lay next to me.  He reached down and 
took his cock in
his hands.  Squeezing tightly he stroked up and squeezed the tip.  A big 
drop of clear cum
formed at the slit and dribbled onto his hand.  He rubbed his hand 
against his belly and the
cum smeared in shiny streaks across his skin.
He then reached down and grasped my dick, stroking it slowly.  I felt 
like turning inside
out!  I  never thought it would feel so much different to have somebody 
else's hand rub
your dick instead of your own.
I reached out and cupped his balls.  He immediately brought his hips 
closer to me and I
grasped his shaft and began pumping slowly and steadily. 
"Wow, that feels good" he gasped.  "I'm gonna shoot quick"
I stopped instantly and went back to rolling his balls in my cupped 
palm.  I didnt want this
to end yet!  The image of him cumming while I stroked on him nearly sent 
my own load
blasting into space .Luckily he also stopped stroking and was copying my 
motions on him,
pulling and tugging on my ball sack.  I realized that this wasn't going 
to delay my eruption
very long.
I tightened my grip around the base of his dick and pulled the skin 
tight making his tower
as long and hard as it could get.  The skin was shiny and smooth and the 
tube that ran the
entire length of the underside of his dick was like a steel rod.  There 
was a small blue vein
that made a slight bump on the lower part of his shaft while his head 
had turned a dark
purple.  
I slowly leaned forward and in one smooth motion I opened  wide and took 
as much as of
his head and cock into my mouth as I could before closing my  lips 
around the shaft.  As
soon as I sealed my lips around him, I sucked lightly and began to slide 
my head up feeling
his dick slide through my lips.
Matt's body jerked as soon as the skin of his dick met the smooth, wet 
feel of my tongue. 
He grunted then gasped and shoved his hips up, thrusting his dick back 
down my throat. 
He moaned "OH! . . . OH! . . . OH! . . . AUGHHHHHH" and then he was 
flooding my
mouth with his cum.
The thought of  cum in my mouth had never occurred to me until now.  
Naturally I knew
he was close to cumming and I knew he would blow a load but when I 
decided to suck
him I really wanted to see how he orgasmed.  It all happened so quickly. 
 Here was my
fantasy come true - he was bucking his hips up and down, groaning and 
gasping as his
stomach heaved and his leg muscles tensed.  But the cum - I had no time 
to react, there
was so much.  It seemed like one second I was just closing my lips 
around his dick - just
getting the sensation of him in my mouth and then the next second, or 
maybe even the
same second, my mouth was filled with hot, thick, fluid that seemed to 
keep coming.  My
mouth was filled by his first shot and before I had time to think twice 
his second shot
rocketed into me and I had to swallow or suffocate.  
I swallowed a huge mouthful and didnt even have time to register a taste 
before I had to
swallow again.  This was more than I bargained for.  I pulled my mouth 
off, still full with
his third shot.  A big glob of cum came spurting out of his slit and 
landed right in my eye. 
I jerked back and began wiping my eye, for the first time really 
analyzing the taste of his
semen.  It didnt taste good and for a second I thought I might vomit but 
then I realized
that it didnt taste bad either.  It was more the sensation of the thick 
fluid in my mouth that
had weirded me out but that same weirdness was also kind of cool.  I 
liked the way it felt
gross and dirty and I swallowed again just to get more of the taste on 
my tongue.  The
cum in my eye was burning and I used my shirt sleeve to frantically wipe 
off my face.
Matt was holding tightly onto my leg and still gasping for air.  I 
opened my eye again and
looked at him - his chest was heaving and I could see goosebumps on his 
arms and his
legs.  The fine hairs on his forearms were standing straight up.  There 
was cum matted
into his pubic hair and his dick lay in a puddle of cum on his stomach. 
 His eyes were
closed and his mouth hung open as he breathed heavily.
Slowly he opened his eyes.
"Wow" he stammered.  "Did you swallow any of it?"
"Some of it" I replied shyly.
"What did it taste like?"
"I dont know - kinda weird but not too bad"
He looked at my still hard dick nervously.  "Do you want me to do it to 
you?"
It really didnt matter to me how he got me off but I really wanted to 
cum.
"If you want" I said.
He looked at me and then back at my dick and stroked it slowly.  His 
hesitation told me he
really didnt want to return the favor.
"If you dont want to, that's cool.  You can just stroke it"
He began to stroke faster and harder.  After a few seconds he stopped 
and reached down
to scoop some of his cum off his stomach.  He applied the cum to my dick 
and begain
stoking again.
It wasn't going to take much but when I felt his warm, gooey cum 
lubricate his strong
hands, I gave in.
I grunted and shot a thick stream onto my stomach followed by another 
thick load that
landed on the back of Matt's hand.  He squeezed my cock gently and I 
shuddered and
gasped as my orgasm worked through me.  As I began to come back to my 
senses, I saw
Matt slowly raise his hand to his mouth and lick just a little of my cum 
from the back of
his hand.  He looked up at me and we stared into each other's eyes.  
Then he slowly
lowered his head onto my stomach and rested it there.  I ran my fingers 
through his hair
for a minute and then he sat up.
"Want to go swimming at Dan's?"
"Okay, let's go!"
We dressed quickly, put his Dad's magazines back in their hiding place, 
and ran out the
back door to our bikes.  We spent the rest of the afternoon at Dan's, 
swimming and
playing football in the yard.  Matt and I never had another experience 
together and never
spoke again of what had happened.  We remained friends through high 
school, where he
finally succeeded in capturing the attention of a female admirer.  Last 
I knew they were
still together, many years out of school.  I had some experience with 
women but I knew
from that day what really turned me on and I only wish all my 
experiences could be as
innocent and carefree as that hot summer afternoon.