Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2013 23:26:13 -0400
From: MightyMatt66 <teoknows@aol.com>
Subject: My Weekend at Howard's

This story is the product of the author's imagination. If you are offended
by boy/boy sex, including fells too and anal penetration, or are under 18,
do not read the story.

I had just started my junior year when I auditioned for a part in the
school play, OUR TOWN. I was cast as a father, Mr. Webb. Howard Goldman was
cast as my son Wally. He was a sophomore, shorter than I, and with his
blond hair and blue eyes, looked nothing like swarthy, Sicilian me.

Howie and I hit it off from the start. We had lunch the same period, so I
invited him to eat with my friends and me. They weren't too keen on having
a sophomore eat with us, but I persisted. He soon won them over, with his
wicked sense of humor, and soon was a part of the crowd.

After a couple of weeks rehearsal, Howard and I got pretty close. His
parents were going to spend a weekend in Manhattan and told him he could
invite a friend to stay over until they returned on Sunday. He asked me. I
liked the idea, so he had his mom call mine, to confirm and stuff. His mom
told mine that Mr. Goldman would pick me up after school on Friday, and
drop me at home Sunday afternoon.

I was really looking forward to getting out of the house for the
weekend...away from my annoying younger brother and nagging grandmother.

Friday came and Howard and Mr. Goldman picked me up and drove me to their
place. The Goldmans made sure Howie and I knew the safety procedure, the
phone numbers, left money for pizza, etc., and left.

Howard and I went down to the finished basement den to watch TV. They had a
color set, something we didn't have yet (it was 1964).

Hidden behind a loose wall panel were Playboy Magazines, pornographic
playing cards, and other porn he had found in his older brother's closet.
His brother, Ian, was away at Albany State.

It was fun looking at all the naked boobs and stuff in the Playboys, but I
was most intrigued by the playing cards which featured pictures of women
with wide open pussies and men and women fucking. The deck also had a few
cards with pictures some of men with hard-ons dripping cum, others of men
sucking cock. One card showed a hunky guy with his dick up another hunk's
ass. It was looking at those pictures that got me really aroused.

I caught Howie staring at my crotch. I looked at his to see that he was
responding as well. I turned to look at his face as he leaned in and kissed
me. I'd never imagined kissing a guy, and there was a part of me that
wanted to pull away, but I surrendered to his lips and kissed him back. Our
tongues were soon wrestling as we passionately sucked on each other's
mouths. Next, his hands were under my shirt and he squeezed my nipples. I
did the same, and before I knew it, he was unbuckling my belt.

"What are you doing?"

"Relax," he answered.

He unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and lowered them to my
ankles. I knew I should resist, but I wanted to see what was going to
happen next.

I soon found out. He pulled my boxers down, exposing my erect dick. He took
my dick in his fist...until then, my fist was the only one to stroke my
pecker...and gently milked it. A drop of clear fluid, what we would later
call "pre-cum", leaked out of my pee slit. He wiped it off with his finger
and and then licked it off of his finger.

And then he went down on my cock. Tentatively at first, then with
confidence, he began licking my peckerhead, then taking the whole thing in
his mouth. I moaned with pleasure.

I reached to his crotch and felt his arousal. I grabbed his hard cock and
squeezed.

"Let me get out of these pants," he said after relinquishing my dick from
his mouth. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans. His white jockeys
were tented with a gig wet spot where his cock had leaked into the
fabric. I impulsively hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled his
underpants down and off his feet. I kicked mine off as well. We were both
now naked from the waist down, having on only our socks and shirts.

As soon as his skivvies were down, his cock jumped free, standing straight
up, hitting his belly. His shaft was quite pale, almost white, hard as
marble, delicately streaked with blue veins. Its head, though, looked like
a ripe strawberry. I leaned over and licked the dew off of it. I next
opened my mouth, ran my tongue around the head, and took as much of him in
my mouth as I could. He moaned and held onto my head as he began to pump my
mouth with that sweet rod of his. As I was sucking, I saw that his pubes
were as blond as the hair on his head. A trail of hair ran up to his belly
button, but the rest of his torso seemed hairless.

He told me to lie flat on the rug and placed his legs on either side of my
head, his dick even with my mouth. I took his cock in and began sucking as
he went back down on me. After about fifteen minutes of vigorous sucking
and stroking, we were both about to cum.

"Let's relax a bit. I don't want us to shoot to soon. I have some other
things planned," he said. As he doubled winked at me, spit and cock juice
drooled from his lip.

Still on the floor, we leaned back against the couch. He gently pulled and
stroked my pubic hairs, tickled my balls and asked, "You ever go into the
reference room of the library in town?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Ever see a set of books on the top shelf, The Encyclopedia of Human
Sexuality?"

"Yeah. I looked at some of it when no one was around."

"Me too. Ever see an entry for something called 'analingus'?" He asked.

"No. I don't think I have."

"You would have remembered it. You know what it is? It's when somebody
licks and eats out your ass."

"That sounds gross."

"I don't think so. Lay down."

"What?"

"Lay down. Here." He handed me a throw pillow. "Put this under your
back. To lift you up."

"I don't know..."

"C'mon. If you don't like it I'll stop."

"Promise?"

"Yup."

And with that, I put the pillow under my back. He got down between my legs
and raised them as he dived for my ass. He licked the cheeks around my butt
hole. It felt good, pleasant. Then, to my surprise, he kissed it and with
his tongue began to prod my cherry hole open. I squirmed in delight. It
felt good.

I held onto my knees so he could further spread my butt cheeks open to
better penetrate me with his tongue. I was in heaven.

"Want me to stop?"

"He'll no! No. It feels great!" I squirmed and twitched as he continued to
eat me. Then I felt him begin to probe my ass hole with his finger. He
brought it my mouth.

"Lick it," he instructed.

I did, getting it good and wet, suspecting what was coming. (In truth, in
the shower I always stuck a soapy finger up there to clean my anus well.
And there is a spot I'd always hit that always so good as I poked at it.
Who knew that in high school I would be giving myself prostate massages!
Though I didn't know then that that was my prostate.) I wasn't
disappointed. He took the tip oh his soapy middle finger and began to
gently insert it into my anus. Then, with a shove that made me jump, he was
in up to his knuckles. He began rotating the digit, hitting that special
spot.

"How's it feel."

"Great. You're rubbing a spot that's really sensitive. See, as you rub it,
you make me leak more." As I said that, a pearly bead oozed out of my cock
slit. With his free hand Howard began stroking my dick, milking out a bit
more before rubbing it into my cock head, making me squirm. I grabbed his
hand to slow him down as he continued to finger fuck me with the other. He
went back to eating my butt hole, fingering me more and more vigorously as
he did so.

Then he stopped, looked me in the eyes and said, "Man. Your ass is so
hot. I gotta fuck you."

He rubbed his cock under my balls, prodding at my ass hole. I knew it was
heading toward this and I willingly consented.

Now, I did see the entry for "anal intercourse" in the encyclopedia, and
knew that some sort of lubrication was needed.

But my young friend was prepared. He reached behind that wall panel and
took out a jar of petroleum jelly. He rubbed some on his dick, then took
some and greased me up with one, two, then three fingers. If his fingers
felt so good, just imagine what his pecker would feel like.

He withdrew his fingers and put the tip of his boy rod against my eager ass
hole. He pressed, pushed, and popped the head in. I arched my back off of
the floor and gasped, "Wait a second. I read it may take a few seconds to
adjust."

With that he slipped out of me, still hard, still dripping.

"Ok. Let's try again," I said.

He pushed in again, just the head. He held it there a few seconds and
slowly slid it up my ass. I held still, eventually feeling him brush my ass
with his pubes when his boystick was fully inserted. After a few seconds,
my ass began spasming around his rod, adjusting to its invader. I sighed,
"Go ahead. I'm ready."

He began to slowly pump my hole. He looked me in the eyes. "How's it feel?"
He asked.

"Better. It's almost beginning to feel good."

Howie shifted his position slightly, and began hitting that spot.

"Oh yes," I sighed, "keep hitting me there. Wow! Oh, wow!"

He did, and more pearly beads dripped out of my cock as my ass tightly
gripped his dick. I wrapped my legs tightly around his back as I rose up to
take each of his thrusts as far up my butt as I could, never in my young
life thinking such pleasure was possible.

"Oh, yes! Oh, oh, oh! Yes, Andy! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Oh,
yes! Yes! There! There! THERE! AHHHHHH!"

I could feel a rope of fluid ooze out of my dick as my ass hole spasmed
around his cock in what I would call in later life an "assgasm"_ not quite
an orgasm, but a body spasm in which some semen and/or precum is usually
ejaculated.

God. It felt good. We continued to fuck like this for a while before
changing positions. He got on the floor on his back holding his erection
up. Facing him, I lowered myself onto his waiting, dripping prick.
"Ohhhhhh! Howard. You feel so good inside me."

I began riding up and down on him as he thrust up into me. He grabbed onto
my cock and wanked me as we furiously fucked. But even at that age, we
could only last so long. After a few minutes of this intense passion, he
began thrusting harder up into me as I met him thrust for thrust. He then
squeezed my dick in a death grip and exploded into my ass. I could feel
five distinct shots out of his pecker, and with that, I shot all over us
both, our bellies chests, and shirts.

I collapsed on top of him, rubbing myself in my sperm. We kissed long and
warmly. "Thank you," he said. "You were my first, and it was so good."

I kissed him. "You were my first too. And what a first. That was intense."

"I'll say. Let's go get cleaned up and have a bite. Then I want you to fuck
me."

"You are on, Howie." I shivered as he withdrew his cock from my ass.

We cleaned up, ate,got naked, and went at it all over again. I fucked that
tight boy butt of his after eating him out. I couldn't get enough of his
pink pucker, ringed with that same fine, blond hair of his pubes. I, too,
finger fucked him with one, two, then three fingers. He moaned as I hit his
pleasure spot for the first time.

He begged me to fuck him, and I complied.he got on all fours, and I mounted
him from behind. I was gentle at first, furious as he grew accustomed to
the pounding of my almost six inches. Soon, he was crying out in pleasure.

I reached under and held onto his pecker, stroking him in rhythm to my
thrusting. We kept at it for a while, and I could feel the love dew
dripping out of his dick with each thrust of my boner. It was the first
time I fucked anyone too, and the feeling of his warm, pliant ass milking
my boy tool were beginning to get overwhelming. I thrust hard, burying
myself deep up his ass as I shot my inside of him. He gasped and shot his
cream into my hand. His knees buckled and he collapsed under me, grasping
my cock with his ass-ring, causing me to fall on top of him, my prick still
deep in his ass.

"That was fucking incredible," he said as he squeezed himself around my
pecker. "Let's do it again."

He kept squirming and twitching his ass, and before I knew it, I was hard
again. I began rhythmically fucking him again As he met me thrust for
thrust. "Oh, yeah," he said, " this is going to be a real fun weekend!"

And it was. We sucked, fucked, and fucked some more. We remained good
friends and regular fuck buddies and had lots of good times.

Maybe I'll tell you about them sometime.