Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2006 21:12:38 -0700
From: onetime <onetime (at) smokr (dot) info>
Subject: Ray's Circle - Chapter 1: Dare to Compare

   Chapter One

   Dare to Compare

   two years ago...



   	One Friday night, while Tommy was staying over at Ray's house, a couple
   months after Ray's and Tommy's fourteenth birthdays, they passed a milestone
   together. Or what would have been Ray's fourteenth birthday, had he been
   born a day earlier, or later. Damned leap years. Still he had been around
   and keeping his parents busy for fourteen years.

   	At eighteen, Tommy's older brother, Jon, was a font of wisdom and
   experience. At least to the younger boys. He was also an excellent source of
   porn magazines. Ray had gotten some very potent, bright green grass after
   school  that day and the two boys had smoked two, nice, big, fat doobies
   while flipping through the magazine, looking at the pictures of couples
   having sex and reading the stories to each other. By eight o'clock it was
   certain it was going to be only Tommy and Ray this Friday night. A first
   since the group started meeting at Ray's house on Friday nights for
   sleepovers almost a year ago. The weather was cold and rainy and most of the
   guys were sick at school that day, so it was no surprise that it would be a
   small turnout.

   	Both boys had been laying on their fronts, side by side on the floor,
   shirtless while smoking and reading. The upstairs was always warmer than the
   rest of the house, and with the window open and a fan in it to blow the
   smoke from the doobies out, they had opened the furnace register all the way
   to keep it warm in the room. None of the circle of friends gave any thought
   to taking off their shirts when around each other anyway. Except for Ray.
   Ray had thoughts about the guys taking their shirts off around each other.
   He had thoughts about that all the time.

   	They had been going through the magazine for nearly an hour before Ray
   noticed that Tommy was sort of rocking his hips up and down. For a moment
   Ray was stunned. Tommy had apparently not noticed that Ray had seen what he
   was doing, as he was still looking intently at the magazine, reading another
   story, and slowly raising and lowering his hips.

   	Ray's dick jumped in his shorts and his breath caught in his throat. He
   was tingling like never before and he could feel his pulse swelling his
   hard-on again and again with each beat of his heart. He could also feel his
   face getting very hot and he knew he was blushing. His breath caught in his
   throat and he had to sort of cough to clear it.

   	Tommy glanced over and saw how red Ray was and asked, "Dude, what's the
   matter?" around a snicker.

   	"Well, nothing! I just had a frog in my throat! Geeze!" Ray replied, a
   little too loudly.

   	Sharing a laugh, they finished the second doobie of the night, blowing the
   smoke toward the fan in the window to be blown out over the side yard and
   into the cold, damp, night air.

   	"Man, I am so toasted," Tommy said, "Got cotton-mouth too! I need a soda,
   wanna get us some?"

   	Now, Ray too had cotton-mouth, and was indeed willing to get a couple
   sodas, but was not about to stand up with a woody raging in his pants. In
   the group, probably. Not just with the two of them though. Especially not
   with Tommy. Alone. Even thought he had fantasized about similar situations
   dozens of times, if not hundreds.

   	"Man, not right now. How about we wait a few?" Ray offered, hoping his
   dick would go down soon.

   	"Yea, okay," Tommy answered.  "So, what'cha wanna do now?" He rested the
   right side of his face on his crossed forearms and started subtlety humping
   the floor again.

   	"How about some teevee?" Ray asked, already reaching for the remote.
   "There has to be something on..." he said, rolling onto his right side, away
   from Tommy and facing the television across the room.

   	"Umm, can I ask you something?" Tommy asked hesitantly.

   	"Yea, sure, what?" Ray replied coolly, flipping through the channels, even
   though he was about as nervous as he could remember ever being.

   	"Well. Umm...."

   	"What?" Ray asked, nearly dropping the remote.

   	"Man, you, like, you know..."

   	"What?" Ray asked, laughing and turning around to smile at Tom behind him.

   	"Uh, you got a rager?" Tommy finally asked, blurting it out in a rush.

   	"Um, like, okay, yea, I do. You satisfied?" Ray answered. He had been
   hoping to let his peenie go soft, but now that Tommy had asked such a
   question Ray felt his organ begin to pulse again.

   	"Well, I ask cause, well, like, man, I got a huge one going man!" Tommy
   said, holding back more nervous laughter.

   	Ray snickered and turned back towards the television.

   	At fourteen, Ray was still in his "I'm not gay, just curious and it's
   natural and I will out grow it soon" phase. He still believed he would find
   girls sexy and no longer think about boys someday soon. Lately though, he had
   noticed how much he wanted to stare in gym class. Being a freshman in high
   school, he had started having to change in gym along with the other kids this
   year, take showers after class and dress again, right next to all the other
   boys and their various sized swinging dicks and balls.

   	Nearly every day, Ray had to concentrate not to pop a boner while all that
   naked skin and those dangling dicks moved around him. He stealthily compared
   smooth, hairless crotches to the ones with patches or even full bushes. He
   compared the long, swinging cocks to the smaller, shorter weenies. He even
   kept a surreptitious eye on the wide range of sacks the boys exhibited. He
   often found himself thinking about boys when he was playing with himself at
   night. Lately, the boys had taken more and more of his fantasy time.

   	Ray had noticed his friends' bodies lately as well. Especially his closest
   friend, Tommy. Tommy had a slightly chubby frame, was a bit short, had
   straight black hair and very pale skin with deep brown, almost black eyes.
   Not what anyone would call really sexy, but because Ray and Tommy were such
   close friends, he had developed more than just friendship feelings for Tommy.
   Of course, Ray was in no way even considering saying anything to him, as much
   as he would like to. Ray liked Tommy and wanted be friends more than risk
   that for a faint possibility. He was pretty sure Tommy would not tell anyone
   anything, even if Ray told him he was in love with him and wanted to do
   things that the guys and girls do in the magazines. Ray and Tommy were very
   best friends.

   	Working up the courage, and wanting to say something before the subject
   changed, Ray asked, "So, you like jerk off?" surprising Tommy.

   	"Uh, well, duh dude!" Tommy replied. This answer was no surprise Ray as the
   subject had come up many times in the Friday night sleepovers before. Even
   dares to 'jerk it' had been made, and dares were rarely refused. Of course,
   the jerking never lasted more than a few seconds in the group when the dare
   was made. Just enough to satisfy the 'jerk it' dare.

   	"Yea, man, there is nothing like a good jerk-off session, is there?"
   Ray probed.

   	"Well, no, there ain't. Nothing, man."

   	" Is that sorta what you were doing to my floor a minute ago?" Ray asked,
   surprising himself this time.

   	"Uh," Tommy delayed, looking back down at the closed magazine and moving it
   around in a small circle with one finger. "Yea, sorta. It feels good, but not
   like jerking off. Ain't you done that too?"

   	"Done what? Rubbed my hard-on on the floor?" Ray asked.

   	"Well, ya, man. It feels pretty damned hot!" Tommy answered

   	"Get you off, you know, all the way?" Ray inquired, rolling away from the
   teevee completely and facing his friend.

   	"If I do it long enough, ya. But you have to do it for like, forever, man,"
   Tommy said, looking back at his friend.

   	"So, uh, are you still, all 'up' and stuff?" Ray asked, again surprising
   himself. He leaned his shoulders back just a bit and rolled forward on his
   hips the slightest amount. Proving he was still all 'up' and stuff. Ray's
   eyes drifted to Tommy's crotch where a slightly visible bulge hinted that
   perhaps Tommy was too.

   	"Yea, man, I am like so hard I could drive a nail into concrete!" Tom said,
   laughing. His hand moving to stoke his constrained pecker.

   	"Dude, I know what you mean," Ray said, not sure at all what to say next,
   hoping Tommy would keep the conversation going.

   	Suddenly, Ray had an idea, more of a hope, come into his head. When the
   group was together it wasn't unusual to be groping themselves. Ray and Tommy
   had been friends before the group formed and they were together quite often
   outside the group. Much to Ray's regret, Tommy just didn't seem to be as
   outgoing sexually when he was alone with Ray.

   	Ever since admitting he was attracted to Tommy, Ray had always wanted to
   mess around with him. It was impossible while the group was in session, but
   when not in the group, Tommy wouldn't pick up his end of any sexual talk Ray
   brought up.   Tommy always found ways to change the subject or avoid it.
   Tonight Tommy brought it up, and Ray wanted to take advantage of that.

	   He knew more smoke would only help, so he pulled his stash from his
   pocket and started cleaning and rolling on the magazine. He had flipped it
   over on its front and was rolling on the back of it. There was a picture
   right near where he was cleaning the weed, a picture of a guy with a dark
   patch and a long, thick dick getting licked by a blonde chick. Ray wondered
   what Tom's dick really looked like.

	   One could hardly be a teenaged boy with other teenaged boy friends and
   not see other peckers from time to time. Either a peek during a pee in the
   school johns, or longer, more daring exposures in the forest preserves.
   During sleepovers, a full moon with crater wasn't an unusual site upon
   waking last. The worst though, was when the Friday night gathering of
   The Circle was over at Tom's and his older brother, Jon would perform one
   of his infamous "Specials" on some unlucky victim. But is that unlucky,
   or lucky, Ray thought.

	   By now, Ray had seen the member of every member of The Circle, as well
   as all the ones in the school showers. Ray had seen every one of The Circle
   peeing and squatting in the woods at least three or four times. More than
   once the members had 'compared on a dare'. But Ray had never seen any of
   their cocks fully exposed, with his balls hanging in view, all up close and
   personal. Sure a peek now and then kept him up to date on who was developing
   at what rate, but it was merely a tease. Tommy's appeared to be short and
   thin in those glimpses and short views Ray had experienced.

	   Peeking over at Tommy's fingers, they were short and thick, and Ray had
   heard the rumors about a guys' fingers and feet. Tommy wore a small shoe
   size, too. Ray couldn't help but wonder many times if Tommy had a short dick.
   The few short peeks he had managed to get only revealed the tip and head,
   never much if any of the shaft. Tommy rarely accepted the 'jerk it' dare, and
   when he did, he never showed his balls or got his dick hard. And Ray had
   never seen Tommy fully naked. Well, once, really quick, when he dropped his
   towel coming out of the shower at the pool. That time Ray only got a quick
   impression of a lot of white skin around a patch of black hair and of
   something pinkie-sized in the center with a small sack barely visible.

	   "If I ask something, will you never, ever, even under torture, EVER say
   anything?" Tommy asked, so quietly, Ray had to intently listen.

	   "Dude, you could tell me you were gay and I wouldn't even hint at it to
   a soul, living or dead, I not only promise, I swear on everything I've ever
   loved or wanted," Ray answered, hoping that was exactly what Tommy was about
   to say. He lit the joint, took a hit and passed it to Tommy.

	   "No, not gay dude, you freak, you wish! But there is something I want to
   talk about, and you have to swear to silence, man, like totally," Tommy
   repeated as taking his hit.

   	"Dude, I swear and swear," Ray choked out while taking a hit. Then after
   holding his breath for a few seconds added, "Not another living person will
   ever hear what you tell me."

   	"Well, I don't really wanna tell you anything, I just, well..."

   	"Come on man, trust me. You know you can," Ray prompted. "And hit that bad
   boy,"  he continued, nodding at the joint Tommy still held.

   	"Okay. I trust you more than anybody, so okay. I...man, this is tough!"

   	"Hey, just out with it. Afraid I might make fun of you? You know I would if
  it weren't serious, but since this obviously is, you know I won't."

   	"Yea"

   	"Well? Come on." After a pause, Ray added, "Then just take a hit and think
   about it."

   	Tommy did as Ray suggested. He took a slow, long, deep hit and passed the
   joint to Ray. Ray paused before taking his hit and passing it back to Tommy,
   who
   exhaled explosively and took several breaths before taking another hit.

   	Ray exhaled his hit and said, "Take your time, just, like, tell me when
   you're ready..."

   	Tom held the joint to his lips, paused, then moved his hand holding the
   joint down and away from his lips and quickly blurted out, "Dude, can I jerk
   off right now?" After getting the words out, still gazing at the ceiling,
   Tommy took a long hit.

   	Ray's eyebrows shot up. "Oh! You mean, like, go ahead and just do it?" Ray
   asked as his dick felt like it was trying to do gymnastics in his shorts.

   	"Sorta. Man, looking at that mag and those doobies got me really hot. And
   you know, I didn't get to wank it since Tuesday!" Tommy said before taking a
   hit and passing the joint.

   	"Really? I like have to do it everyday!" Ray said.

   	"Me too! But my little brother has been staying in my room since Sunday
   since he broke his bed. He's been sleeping right next to me!" Tommy said,
   frustration clearly showing in his voice.

   	"I hadn't thought of that! So you like haven't even done it in the shower
   or anything?"

   	"Man, you know how my house is! I don't get long enough in the bathroom to
   do anything! I have to be in and out in like ten minutes! I tried to be alone
   in the garage last night but dad wanted to work on the car and it was looking
   like rain so he came out and we worked on the car and I ended up greasy and
   was going to shower before bed but Star Trek was on and after it I just
   barely got into my room before I just said screw it and went to sleep." He
   emphasized the last sentence with vigorous tugs to his jewels.

   	"Wow, you got blue balls bad!" Ray said, laughing again.

   	"You know it," Tom said. "If I don't get off in like ten minutes, I am
   going to  explode like the guy in Scanners!"

   	Laughing too loudly, both boys caught themselves and covered their mouths
   with their hands.

   	Several passes of the joint later, "Sure. One thing, though," Ray said.

   	"What?" Tommy asked, softly rubbing his groin.

   	Ray couldn't believe he was going to say this. His heart was pounding, his
   mouth was dry, his head was swimming and his guts churning. Worst of all was
   how his privates almost hurt for release! "You gotta let me stroke off too,"
   Ray said, scratching at the tip of his erection through his jeans, nearly
   choking on the words.

   	"Dude, go for it!" Tommy said.

   	"This is gonna be weird," Ray said excitedly, watching Tommy rubbing his
   front more obviously now. They had passed the joint back and forth until it
   was now nearly a stub, so Ray placed the roach on the magazine.

   	"Yea, but we're best friends and like the magazines say, guys do it all the
   time with each other, it's normal and stuff," Tommy answered.

   	"True," he said. Several years ago Ray had found a passage in one of the
   magazines on sexuality. It went on about how many young men while in their
   teens and college have some sort of homosexual experience, that it was normal
   and didn't mean they were going to turn out gay. Ray had reminded everyone of
   it as casually as possible as often as possible without seeming to dwell on
   the point. He found it reassuring.

   	Both boys fell silent for a while as they nervously played with their
   growing bulges openly in front of each other, snickering from time to time.
   Neither seemed to have the courage to be the first to take their pants down.

   	Ray had more than once fantasized about very similar situations. His dick
   was doing cartwheels and back flips in his shorts. He knew he had leaked some
   pre-cum and that his shorts had a big wet spot right in front. He usually
   took care to position his tool pretty much straight up in his shorts when he
   dressed. He found that this prevented an unexpected hard-on from poking
   sideways and being as obvious. Right now his dick was throbbing and pulsing
   in time to his racing heartbeat and the tingling had spread from his groin to
   his toes and scalp.

   	This was almost as good as what Ray hoped to someday do to, or with, Tommy.

   	Right now Tommy was rolling onto his back with his right arm behind his
   head and his left hand rubbing faster and harder at his crotch. Ray rolled
   onto his back too, keeping a sly eye on Tommy's lower half.

   	It all just seemed to unfold, independent of him. as Ray turned his head
   toward Tommy and saw that he had been looking at what Ray was doing to
   himself too. Wow, Ray though, maybe he wants to see mine as bad as I want to
   see his. Ray's mind began to work in overdrive, trying to figure a way to
   share a good look at each other's tools. Another idea came to him.

   	"Hey, Tommy, I got an idea, if you're up to it," Ray offered.

   	"Well, man, we are watching each other feel ourselves up. What would I not
   be 'up' to?" Tommy asked laughing quietly.

   	"Well, there is something I've kinda been curious about," Ray said slowly.

   	"What would that be? How far I shoot my wad?" Tommy asked.

   	"Oh man! Not really!" Ray said quickly, even though that too had entered
   his thoughts from time to time over the past years. "Man, what I was
   wondering, was, well, you know that phrase that goes something like
   "Big hands, big feet, big dick?"

   	"Yea, heard it," Tommy replied.

   	"Well, I wonder if there is any truth to it. I've always wondered, you
   know, if it was bull shit or not," Ray stated.

   	"Well, okay, we can kind of find out I guess," Tommy said, propping himself
   up on his left elbow and holding his right hand out, palm down between them.

   	"Okay," Ray said, placing his hand on top of Tommy's. After moving their
   hands around, placing them palm-to-palm, back-to-back and finally
   palm-to-back, they came to the conclusion that Ray had longer fingers by
   quite a bit, but that Tommy's fingers were thicker.

   	"How about feet?" Ray asked. "I wear size nine."

   	"Sevens," Tommy said, a bit downcast.

   	"Huh. So, supposedly, I should have the bigger dick, then," Ray concluded.

   	"Yea, guess so," Tommy replied.

   	"Man, not like either of us are done growing, huh? Remember Roger?"
   Ray asked.

   	"Your cousin? Ya, so?"

   	"Well, once we compared our weens, dude," Ray confessed.

   	"No way!" Tommy said in disbelief.

   	"Yea, dude, when I went down for vacation last summer, he was way taller
   than me!" Ray proclaimed when he saw the disbelief on Tommy's face.

   	"Is that when you, like, compared?" Tom asked.

   	"Yea, a couple days before I came home. We got stoned on some good stuff
   and was looking at porn and talking about how he was taller than me and stuff
   and I like, well, said about the same thing, you know, about hands, feet and
   dick size."

   	"And?" Tommy asked.

   	"Well, he was like, you won't believe me, so, right then, he just reached
   down, unzipped and whipped it out!"

   	"And??"

   	"Dude, I swear, it was like massive! I was all, like wow! I asked him if
   he ever measured it, and he said yea, all the time, over seven big, long
   inches dude! Roger, a seven inch dork!"

   	"NO FUCKING WAY!" Tommy hissed.

   	"Yea, fucking way! That's what I said too. He stood up with his dork
   hanging out of his fly, reached into the bed table drawer, pulled out a ruler
   and handed it to me and said 'See for yourself'"

   	"Well, did you?"

   	"Yea, I stuck it right up to his dick and pushed it into his pubes and
   looked down from above it. Exactly seven inches! And it wasn't even really
   hard, it was sorta soft and barely stood out, it almost just hung down!"

   	"I don't believe it!" Tommy stated.

   	"Believe it!"

   	Ray remembered what else had transpired after that point, but there was no
   way he was ready to relate that tale to anyone. And so much more had
   happened, that time, and every other time the boys were together for
   vacations, major holidays or other times the family members traveled to the
   other's home.

   	"What about his hands and feet thing?" Tommy asked.

   	"His hands were way bigger than mine and he was wearing size thirteen
   tennies!" Ray said.

   	"Wow," Tommy said, laying back down.

   	"Yup. Shit-head."

   	"Cool, so I have hope, hahahaha!" Tom laughed.

   	"So, you mean, your dork matches your fingers and shoes?" Ray said, his
   cock  twitching in his shorts yet again, the warm moisture down there
   spreading.

   	"See for yourself," Tommy said, both hands shooting to the waist button of
   his jeans, unfastening and unzipping in one swift motion. He lifted his hips
   and shoved his jeans and white Fruit-of-the-Looms down to his knees, then
   laying back, put both hands under his head and smiled at Ray.

   	Ray's eyes never left the area of Tommy's crotch from the moment Tom first
   opened his jeans. He stared. He forgot to breathe. His dick tried to escape
   his shorts and fly around the bedroom. His hand remained over his crotch, and
   he could feel through the jeans that his dick was harder than ever before. He
   could feel the skin of his peen stretching to accommodate the raging boner.
   Ray could almost swear he could feel his dick growing too large for the skin
   to contain!

   	Wait, was that wetness seeping through his jeans now?

   	Tommy's dick was indeed short, about four and a half inches, maybe five.
   There was a nice bush of black hair all around the base, some hair evident on
   his   sack. Tommy's white skin made the black hair seem all that more dark.
   Tommy's dick was curved upward towards his stomach, and circumcised. The
   shaft was pale white, turning pinkish in the circumcision area surrounding the
   base of the head. And what a head, Ray thought. It was very different from
   Ray's own. Tommy's head was short and stubby, even more so than the overall
   package. It was wider than it was long and much wider than the thickness of
   the shaft. And knobby to boot. Tommy's balls and sack were small compared to
   Ray's own, but that didn't surprise Ray any, he knew from the school showers
   that his nuts were very generously proportioned. Tommy's sack was sparsely
   covered with short, black hairs. His balls looked to be about the size of a
   nickel and the sack gave them little slack.

   	As Ray stared, enraptured, Tommy's dick twitched and bounced slightly,
   forming a glistening drop of clear fluid at the slit in the tip. The hole was
   deep red, more a slit than a hole, and it was open, not closed. And those
   balls, so smooth and small, tidy seeming. That there was no hair on the
   thighs made the black pubic hair seem even darker still.

   	Ray remembered to breathe.

   	The boys shared a quiet laugh, making Tommy's hard dick jump up and down
   against his white belly. The head barely reached above the patch of pubic
   hair. Ray rubbed his own crotch carefully. He was experienced enough to know
   that if he  wasn't careful he would blow a great big wad in his shorts before
   he and Tommy were done with this little game. And now he was certain he was
   leaking pre-cum right through the fly of his jeans.

   	Tommy reached down with his left hand and grasped his shaft, quickly
   stroking it up and down about a dozen times. More clear pre-cum gathered at
   the slit and Tommy expertly rubbed it off with his thumb and wiped it
   absently on the carpet.

   	"Yea, but it won't get in very deep," Tommy said.

   	"I bet it won't matter. I mean, it won't matter!" Ray offered.

   	"Yea, well, you are looking at mine, so, let's see yours now," Tommy said,
   propping himself back up on his right elbow.

   	Ray's ween jumped at the prospect. He could feel the sensation of more
   pre-cum sliding up inside it.

   	"Yea, only fair," Ray said, moving his hands to the waist button of his
   jeans. His hands shook like the branches in a tree during an earthquake and
   he had trouble getting the button open. His breath came in shorter gasps and
   his mouth was so dry his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth.

   	His shaking hands unzipped his jeans and he slowly lifted his butt off the
   floor and slid his jeans down to expose his white briefs. They were soaked
   through. His head was clearly visible through the now translucent tidies.
   Then he lifted the elastic band of his briefs and pulled them down. His dick
   was throbbing and pulsating and a line of pre-cum strung out from his weeping
   hole to the band of his briefs. It finally snapped as the waistband passed
   over his balls. Ray got his briefs down to where his jeans were pulled to
   mid-thigh.

   	"There you go," Ray said around what felt like an entire mouth of dry
   towels.

   	"Wow, makes mine look like a guppy," Tommy said, leaning a bit towards Ray.
   "And, man, you are like almost cumming already!"

   	Ray was quite happy with his peen. Also circumcised, his six inches were
   straight and smooth. His head was only slightly wider than the shaft and only
   because of the spreading width of the ridge running around the head. The
   shaft was the same pale as the rest of his skin, but the circumcision area
   was darker in color, but not as dark as the engorged and raging head. It was
   nearly as dark red as a burn. It seemed to compliment the red pubic hair,
   sparse as it was.

   	Tommy was slowly stoking his cock while staring at Ray's raging boner.

   	"Cool," Tommy said.

   	"Thanks," Ray replied.

   	"You ready to do this?" Tommy asked, laying back again and showing real
   interest in masturbating in earnest.

   	"Hell yea!" Ray said, while thinking, Hell yea, let me suck that bad boy!

   	Ray would have done anything to have been able to say that out loud. He and
   Tommy had, more times than they could count, talked sex and about girls.
   Tommy was crazy for Helen at school and made frequent gay jokes and poked fun
   at anything queer. Ray was certain Tommy was in no way gay. There was no way
   Tommy would go for a blow job, Ray thought.

   	Sighing, Ray laid back and followed Tommy's lead.

   	Neither boy said a word as they wanked themselves like they had just
   discovered the act for the first time. Ray wanted so badly to reach over and
   take Tommy's dick in hand and stoke it for him. Stroke him until Tommy shook
   and moaned and groaned and blew his wad in Ray's hands. He wanted so badly to
   rub and fondle Tommy's small balls and feel their slippery weight and mass
   rolling around in his fingers. He wanted to feel Tommy's splooge and rub in
   all over Tommy's balls and cock and inhale the scent deeply.

   	Oh, gawd, I want to soooo bad! Ray though to himself, watching Tommy stroke
   himself. Ray's cock was hot in his own hands he knew if he jerked it hard and
   tight he would blow his wad in mere seconds. That would end it too soon for
   Ray though.

   	Ray used all his fingers in a loose grip, stroking from the base to the tip
   and even around the hole, his forearms fairly relaxed and his wrist loose.
   With his thumb and forefinger just meeting around his shaft and ridges, they
   barely brushed the widest areas, the circumference of the ridge around the
   head and the shaft near the head. The shaft tapered, or narrowed, just a bit
   as it connected with his body. Not much, but enough that when using a loose
   grip, there was little sensation past the circumcised area of the shaft.
   When dry, this light contact method made for an intensely velvety sensation,
   one Ray particularly liked. Ray rarely used a grip tight enough to move the
   skin up and down with the strokes, but when he did, it always worked just
   fine.

   	Tommy, on the other hand, used mostly his forefinger and thumb and he
   concentrated on the area around the ridges of his head and the top of the
   shaft. His upper body and forearms were taught and tensed. His fingers and
   thumb tightly gripped his shaft and soon all his fingers were tightly wrapped
   around his almost five inch cock. Tommy was beating his cock like a jockey on
   racehorse on the track.

   	As Ray watched Tommy pound his meat so intently, he sighed to himself
   softly and felt so content. Inside he flowed along the surface of the events
   as if directed by some invisible track. After nearly a minute, Tommy stroked
   his full cock length a few times and then grabbed his cock near the bottom
   and pulled the skin up and down the shaft with his fist in a slower motion.

   	"Man, why does it feel so good?" Tommy mumbled and started to increase the
   speed he was stroking to. He rolled more onto his right side, making his balls
   roll sideways onto his thigh. In a couple more strokes they got between his
   speeding fist and he jerked his ass backwards quickly in surprise. "OOOh, that
   was cool," he said, looking downward.

   	"What?" Ray asked, pausing in his own stroking and instead rolling his thumb
   and fingers over his head and wet hole.

   	"I caught my balls between my fist and leg and it kinda hurt but felt good
   too!" Tommy said, the look of surprise still on his face along with a smile.

   	"Oh, like that never happened before?"

   	"No, not really, not and hurt but feel so good too. I was pounding and got
   a nut and wow!"

   	"Ever do it like a dog? My balls get swinging real good! They slap around
   and stuff and that feels great!" Ray said, getting onto his hands and knees.
   "Watch this..."

   	Ray got comfortable on his knees and left hand on the floor and started
   stroking his cock very loosely and quickly. His balls hung well down past
   his fist. He tightened his grip and moved his skin up and down his shaft.
   When his fist reached the low point on his shaft and was down in his bush
   he moved his hips back and held his fist in the same location so that his
   dick slid down through his hand until the head was in his palm. Then he
   rocked his hips forward until   his fist bottomed out in his bush and
   repeated this a few times, slowly, to find the right setup. In a few seconds
   he was rocking forward and back in a rhythm that made his large balls swing
   back between his legs and back forward to slap his fist solidly. Soon the
   rhythm was going smoothly and the loud 'thwack-slap' mesmerized Tommy.

   	"Oh, dude, I gotta try that! I always lay down and do it, I never even
   though of that!" Tommy said and rapidly assumed the position, only altering
   hands, using  his left to stroke and resting on his right.

   	Ray was holding back laughter watching Tommy. It was so damned sexy! He
   could smell Tommy's body odor. Not a new smell, but there was seemingly an
   added aroma. Ray inhaled deep as he leaned a bit towards Tommy, keeping his
   timing and feeling his cum gathering. His head was tingling sharply even when
   his fist was buried deep in his bush. Every once in a while Ray would loose
   the rhythm and his balls would falter in their timing, but he got his balls
   slapping again soon. What he was trying not to laugh about was Tommy.
   Or, rather, Tommy's balls.

   	Ray kept a good grasp of his rod as he stopped thrusting and leaned down to
   see up between Tommy's legs where his balls hung. The increased pressure in
   his abdomen and the spreading of his ass cheeks encouraged a good bit of
   pre-cum to start oozing and dangling out of his hole. Ray shivered and
   inhaled, sighing loudly.

   	Tommy's sack was more wrinkly than Rays and much smaller, the skin almost
   hugged each jewel. There was little slack and Tommy's balls only swung a
   small amount, despite his violent efforts to get the pendulous swing Ray
   easily created.

   	Still, Ray watched for a while as Tommy tried the new position out,
   smiling widely, breath coming in short, shallow rhythm. Tommy's white,
   nearly perfect teeth stood out, surrounded by the darkest of the skin on most
   of him, his red lips. They were thin, sure, and narrow around Tommy's small
   mouth. But red, dark red now that Tom was in full fuck mode. Ray wondered
   what kissing those lips would be like.

   	More tingling in his shaft as it swelled a bit. His dick was getting quite
   ready so he changed back to a slower speed and used a slightly tight grip
   just around the base, ignoring the head and now super-sensitive ridges for a
   while.

   	"Fuck, man, my balls are too small to even swing like that! You're just a
   freak, man," Tommy said, smiling as he looked Ray in the face.

   	"Dude, I'm just well hung, what can I say, huh?" Ray replied, smiling just
   as widely. "They always up tight like that?"

   	"Huh? Yea, sorta. I mean, they never hang as far as yours look to. And your
   nuts look like acorns, man!"

   	Ray sat down, facing Tommy, cross legged and slowly and softly moved his
   fist from tip to bush.

   	"They suck, sometimes, man," Ray said, loosing some of his smile.

   	"Why?"

   	"Dude, imagine these boys in boxers. They get all around down there, get
   caught, hairs get caught, nuts get twisted, fuck!" Ray intoned.

   	"Oh, I bet, yea, man," Tommy replied, thinking. "So, I don't like boxers
   either. But not because of any of that but the hair too sometimes. Just too
   loose. I pop a woody in boxers and everyone knows it! Tighties keep it up
   against me and not poking out!"

   	"True. You should just try something else. Lay on your side. All the way
   on your side. Like that, yea," Ray said, directing Tommy until he was lying,
   facing Ray, on his right side. "Now, bend your knees more. Yea. Now grab it
   and stroke it and let your balls hang on your leg. Yea. Now rock your hips
   instead of pumping your fist. No. Yea, you got it," Ray said and started
   fucking his fist the same way, lying on his left side so they faced each
   other. They lay there, faces less than a foot apart, knees nearly touching,
   fucking their fists and drifting with the current.

   	Facing eye to eye, they rocked hips to fists, smiling and breaking eye
   contact to watch each others movements. Each looked downward to see the
   other boy's cock head-on as it slid in and out of the fist. Tommy brought
   his hand to his mouth and transferred some spit to his palm then grabbed
   hold of his cock again and returned to fucking his fist.

   	Tommy's knobby head on its short shaft rarely made it fully out of his
   closed fist. Tommy had never done it this way before. In fact, he had
   pretty much done it only one way before; on his back. A handful of times
   he had done it standing in the shower or bushes or other odd one-time
   places. Once or twice a day, morning and night, in bed, on his back. Fast
   and furious. Tommy usually grabbed as tight as he could and held on tight,
   beating furiously. After discovering lube, lotion and spit, Tommy never
   bothered with a dry stroke again.

   	"Eeeesh! Gonna blow!" Tommy said already, fucking even faster, his head now
   a  deep purple. The sensation of his balls being thumped as his hips pushed
   forward into his fist was sending Tom into a fantastic orgasm.

   	"I'm not far behind ya dude," Ray said, his eyes locked onto Tommy's cock,
   hoping to burn the image of Tommy's orgasm into his memory for all time.
   A task he succeeded at.

   	"Yes....yes.....oh, man, yea!" Tommy panted, his hips bucking to meet his
   fist. "There, I'm thereeeeeeeeeee........." Tom moaned as his wad blew out of
   his tool and landed almost a foot from his fist and cock.
   "Man, yes, oooooooo," as another shot landed between where the first one had
   landed and where Tommy lay; a round, partially clear and partially white blob
   of cum laying on the dark blue carpet. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, ooooooooooo!" and a
   third barely shot out and landed below Tommy's fist. The last few releases
   oozed out of the slit and over Tommy's thumb as he slowed his pumping and
   shivered violently. The last two were mostly clear with only streamers of
   white in it which spread out and over the head, making sloppy sounds that
   caused Ray's dick to twitch and quiver. With a profound sigh, Tommy collapsed
   onto his side like a wet sack.

   	"Fuck, dude, that was a fine-ass orgasm man!" Ray said, fucking his own
   fist a little faster and tighter. "I'm gonna do better, though," Ray said as
   his toes curled and his ankles popped loudly. Ray's ass hole twitched in
   anticipation of release.

   	"Damn, gonna....blow....like....a....volca.....no!" Ray grunted, his back
   arching further, his pumping hips causing his balls to slap loudly from his
   fist and thighs both.

   	Tommy heard and understood what Ray just said. He was going to blow better,
   and Tommy had almost hit Ray with his first shot. Tommy wriggled away a
   couple inches, hoping that was far enough.

   	Ray's first explosion landed just about six or seven inches away from his
   fist. "Fuck, shit and damn, yes!" Ray moaned, pulling his hips back, his
   balls swinging. Ray thrust in with his hips just as his second shot ejected.
   It landed, a white rope of cum, trailing across the carpet to nearly where
   the first had landed.. "Ughhhhhnnnnnnn" Ray moaned and ejected his third
   pulse mid-way up his fist, a white string of cum hung off his forefinger.
   "More, gonna blow more, yes!" and a fourth surge pushed off the first,
   mixing with it, forming a longer, thicker sting of white rope. It swung with
   the movement of his fist which he was trying to hold still as he brought his
   hips forward again. The streamer of cum now almost hung to the carpet.

   	"Fuck, dude, you gonna pump dry?" Tommy asked.

   	Tommy's voice brought the reality of what was happening into a suddenly
   sharp focus for Ray, intensifying the moment. Ray's mind finally locked in
   the fact that Tommy had just cum right in front of him, and he was about to
   blow in front of Tommy. Suddenly, his balls drew up further and tighter, and
   he felt the churning of an orgasm begin again, as if he was starting over.
   It brought him to a climax like he had yet to experience. He could feel the
   jism raging upward as if it were a collection of small ball bearings being
   forced through a garden hose under high pressure. But slowly, as if a
   blockage ahead prevented a faster flow. It almost hurt, it was so intense.

   	"uggggghnnnnnnn, more..." Ray mumbled and his fifth shot just cleared the
   dangling rope and landed almost a foot away, further than the first ones.
   "Ahhhh, unnnnnnnnngh," Ray moaned, his back now arched like a gymnast in a
   backbend, his left hand and arm curled across his chest, his fingers locked
   into a claw. The last two ejections remained in his fist, coating his fingers
   and head in it and increasing the sloppy sound as Ray moved his cock through
   his fist a few more times. The dangling rope of cum was still glistening like
   white quartz, gently rocking back and forth, now more than halfway to the
   floor. Expelling a loud breath in a shudder, Ray rolled onto his back and the
   dangling streamer fell against his left thigh and across his now partially
   retracted balls. It then spread across his thigh as his shrunken sack rolled
   into the valley between his spreading legs. Another twisting trail of cum
   hung from Ray's fist and cock and slowly dripped onto his lightly populated
   patch of red-brown pubic hair as he gently squeezed and released pressure on
   his deflating shaft.

   	"Hot damn!" Tommy exclaimed. "That has to be like a record!"

   	"Ahhhhhhh," Ray exclaimed with his eyes closed. "That was the best it's
   ever felt," Ray said softly.

   	"Mine was good, too," Tommy said, laying back fully, still fondling his
   goodies.

   	"Yours was cool," Ray said. "Especially the way it came out in even shots,
   like bullets, that was cool!"

   	"I thought yours was cooler, all stringy and stretchy and ropey and stuff,"
   Tom whispered. "Hey, your still shaking," Tom added.

   	"Yea, guess so," Ray said aloud. And if you knew why, you would freak out,
   he thought to himself. Ray had been off in ecstatic bliss when Tom had
   exclaimed "hot damn". His voice and the sudden realization sent him into a
   state of sexual excitement he had not experienced before. Maybe except the
   first time or so, but differently superior. He had been wanting Tommy for a
   long time. Now he had him, in a small way.

   	Ray lay there, exhausted, but still excited and nearly in shock. He could
   smell the cum, the funk was heavy in the air. He could make out his own spunk
   smell as well as the strange, new smell, more musky than his own. Enjoying
   the comedown from a new level of sexual release, Ray had no words. He wanted
   to say something profound, or at least assuring. He felt the need to say
   something, but had no idea what to say. None, nothing.

   	Tom sighed and sat up enough to grab his shorts and jeans. Ray watched out
   of the corner of his eyes, suddenly panicked that Tom was putting it away
   already. Ray wanted to just lean over and tongue-bathe the cum off of Tom.

   	"Wait a sec," Ray said quickly, too quickly, before he had thought of what
   to say to delay Tom a bit longer, to extend the view of a lifetime. "Uh, I
   wanna check something out," Ray said, thinking of the ruler in his book bag.
   After wiping his hand on the shirt he had tossed on the bed earlier, he got
   the ruler out of his bag, and while still holding his shorts and jeans at
   mid-thigh, Ray sat down next to Tom and reached out with the ruler.

   	"What the hell, dude?" Tom asked, slightly moving to cover his privates.

   	Ray panicked even more. He had to touch Tom's steaming cock, fell the warm,
   fresh, sticky cum. Somehow secret a small amount on a finger to smell and
   taste it. Maybe manage to accidentally get some on the ruler without having
   Tommy notice. "I wanna measure it," Ray said.

   	"It's soft now, and sticky, do it some other time," Tom offered. Ray
   watched, sadly, as the cum disappeared into Tom's shorts; lost, gone, wasted.

   	"It'll just take a sec and it don't matter, mine's soft too, so it is even,"
   Ray said.

   	"Look, okay, but tomorrow morning. I want to measure it right, nice and
   hard and fairly," Tom demanded, buttoning and zipping up.

   	Ray smiled, "Deal dude."

   	"Now, how about those sodas?" Tom asked.