Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 18:42:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Periwinkle White <periwinklewhite3rd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tony Shows Off Simon

Tony Shows Off Simon

By: periwinklewhite3rd@yahoo.com

	"Hello, Perry, me and a bud are going up to the mall. I wondered if
you want to go?" Tony asked.

	"You need a ride?" I deduced, realizing Tony wasn't all that
direct.

	"Well, yeah, but I've got someone I want you to meet. He's a little
worried and thinks meeting you in public is a good idea."

	I hadn't heard from Tony since he selected me to be the one to
dispense with his crab infestation a few weeks before. The band we were
associated with had taken a break, after two months of constant practice
and performances. As school came down the home stretch, most of us were
forced to do more studying than we enjoyed, and our social lives suffered.

	Hearing from Tony told me that orally stimulating him after getting
his crabs under control hadn't put him off. It's the kind of thing I was
never certain about. He had presented himself in such a way that a sexual
result was inevitable, but it remained to be seen if that result could also
bring me into disrepute with the boys in the band, and thus explain the
drop off in need for my transportation wervices. Tony's phone call eased my
mind about his reaction to the blowjob.

	He stood next to the corner with a smaller boy that might have been
his age or not. Tony was in the skintight jeans that showed him off. The
other boy was thinner but almost as tall. His sandy blond hair was in
contrast to Tony's Italian black hair; his sleepy brown eyes were no match
for Tony's bright blue peepers.

	The new kid had no visible assets, and I don't know why that
crossed my mind, except something in Tony's voice indicated that he had a
sexual result in mind.

While I had no objection to being Tony's on-call boy toy, increasing the
number of guys who knew I sucked cock wasn't on my to do list. My limited
experience as a cocksucker left me to believe it was the reason for this
impromptu get together. I wondered if this was how it would be from now on,
a guy finds out, a guy get horny, a guy calls to ask for my help, and oh by
the way, could you do my bud, while you're down there on your knees?

	They were in the car before I came to a complete stop, and we were
off in a flash, with me still worried about appearances, and then, they sat
together in the front seat, with the new boy between Tony's legs.

	"There's plenty of room in the back."

	They both looked at me mystified.

	"We're cool," the new boy said, holding on to the dash and looking
out at the roadway.

"Simon, Perry. Perry, Simon. I'm Tony in case anyone's forgotten."

"Hey," Simon said, watching the road.

He kept his ass on the front of Tony's pants. It looked uncomfortable,
unless you liked that sort of thing. Neither of them seemed to mind.

	"Want to get some pizza? I got nine bucks," Tony announced.

	"Sure," I agreed. "The band doing anything?"

	"Nah, Richie's writing songs he says."

	"That's cool," I said.

	"He's a dick is all, if you don't like what he writes."

	"A big dick," Simon said, looking at Tony's face and they both
laughed, then, folding his arms on the dash, Simon turned his head to look
at me.

	"Average size, I'm afraid," I confessed.

	They aughed together again.

	"He likes sitting this way. Simon is more anal than me," Tony
advised. "I'm more oral but you already know that."

	"Tony, you don't need to tell everyone."

	"Yeah, Tony," I agreed.

"Told you he's cool, Simon. Tell him about Russell so he'll know you're
cool.

"Tony!" Simon said, turning to look at his friend's face. "That's way
personal. I only told you because... because...."

"Because you wanted me to do you. We're all after the same thing. Quit
pretending you aren't. You never get nothing if you pretend you don't like
it.

"He tries to make it like I'm the one always wanting it," Simon explained.

"You said you wanted someone to play with us... didn't you? Tell him about
Russell so he knows you're cool. It's a cool story."

"What do I get out of it?" Simon negotiated.

"What you're after."

Once again Simon looked at Tony's face before he carefully checked me out,
watching my face as he wiggled his ass against the front of Tony's jeans.

"I'll tell you if you promise not to tell anyone," Simon said.

"I'm not going to say anything. I don't even know you."

"Russell's in the air force with my brother," he started. My brother
brought him home with two other guys, after finishing training. The other
two slept in my brother's room in the double bed. They put Russell in with
me. I don't think he was in with my brother. Somehow he'd taken up with
them but they were always picking on Russell. He was the smallest. He was
the youngest. Stuff like that.

"The first night they went going clubbing. Russell stood in my room as I
watched from my bed. He was tall but thin. You could see his ribs. He had
sandy blond hair. My brother came in to hurry him up and to pick on
him. Russell was in his boxers. When he moved fast, his dick popped out. It
was a light fleshy color with one big vein on the side. He'd flip it back
in but I got a good look. The head was completely covered in skin. He was
way big compared to me, but I was just growing hair down there two years
ago. As he rushed to get on his jeans, it popped out again, and my brother
laughed.

	"You're going to trip on that fucker one of these days," he said.

	"Shit, I got the smallest one back home," Russell blurted.

	"Jesus, Louisville must put something in their water."

	"No, we keep our dicks in our pants," Russell said casually. "I was
embarrassed around them. They all had to use two hands to keep them from
dragging in the urinals. I thought I was small until I got to basic and saw
you guys."

	"Why are you looking at guys dicks," my brother jabbed.

	"Probably same as you. You just see them."

	"We swum naked at home. The girls who like big dick liked more than
one. After taking three or four guys with foot longs...."

	"A foot long. You're full of it, Russ. No one's got a foot. What's
Louisville the cock capitol of the world."

	"I don't know," Russell said thoughtfully, "Maybe big cock
capitol. I'm told it's hereditary and we got it from our ancestors. Not
necessarily me, I only got a ten incher," Russell said as he finished
dressing.

"Ten incher? You're having delusions," my brother taunted.

"Ten and a quarter. When you got ten, you don't need the quarter inch like
you little guys do," Russell said, taking the wind out of my brother's
sail.

"Fuck you, Russell. You ain't got no ten incher. Hey, you guys," my brother
yelled as he went for reinforcements as Russell chuckled.

"You really got a ten incher?" I asked.

"Yep. I'll let you have a feel if you don't tell anyone?" he said, winking
and laughing as he went out the door.

"At twelve, I had curiosity about older boys and Russell's offer excited
me. When I went to bed I was still thinking about what he said. Somewhere
along the way Russell had come in and went to bed. At first it was his
snoring and then the smell of beer that woke me up. Then there was another
smell, probably Russell's smell. It got my attention. He was lying flat on
his back, sucking air big time.


"He was sleeping like a rock and I decided to do a little survey. I was
already pressed up against him in my small bed, so putting my hand on the
front of his boxers was no challenge. I listened to him breath as I worked
on his dick through the material. It was exciting feeling it and it started
to lengthen, while I squeezed and pulled. My own excitement was rising and
my mouth went dry and my heart started to beat substantially faster, but
the material had me frustrated. I wanted to feel his dick without
inhibition. I wanted to feel it hard. I wanted to smell it. I wanted to
taste it and the more I considered these things, the hotter I got.

"And you were twelve?" I asked, thinking about when I was twelve and still
pissing on my foot when I peed.

"Twelve, eight months, and some days."

"Yeah, I know," Tony said. "I was still playing with my teddy bear. Russell
sounds like more fun?"

"I let my fingers slip in through the opening and found his dick with no
trouble at all. It was warm and I could move the skin up on the head and
back off. It was half hard already and still growing in my hand. I couldn't
help but pull it out and it flopped in my hand, down to my wrist, and I
started jerking him off, using that velvet skin to cover and uncover the
slippery tip that was swelling up as I worked on him, and then, it started
to drip.

"Getting my face close to the tip, I kissed it, feeling the smooth tender
flesh with my lips and I got delirious. Whatever was dripping out of him
made me hotter. I spread it over the dickhead. Then, I decide to put my
tongue on the pee hole. I wanted to taste it at the source. This started
some intense reactions to the excitement. I got dizzy but I wasn't about to
let go, and I kissed it and held it against my lips. I was shaking all over
and I was no longer able to pay attention to the rest of Russell, because
about that time I decided it needed to go in my mouth and that was no easy
task.

"I couldn't stop. One thing led to another. I heard him speak but assumed
it was all in my head as I tried to get his big dick in my little
mouth. The thought never occurred to me that it would also fit somewhere
else, but Russell almost immediately figured it out if he hadn't come armed
with the knowledge."

	"What the fuck?"

"I was shocked back to reality and my new toy was out of my hands as he
rolled me onto my side of the bed, and I landed on my stomach."

	"What do you think you're doing? I ain't no queer."

"You said I could feel it," I desperately reminded him. "Please don't tell
anyone. I won't do it again. I'll do anything you say, but don't tell my
brother."

"My words were fuel to the raging fire I'd ignited in him. He was left with
a dilemma of major proportions. He had a little boy cocksucker in bed with
him as well as a raging erection that needed CPR. My words solved the
problem for him and he took me up on my offer. He curled his fingers into
the top of my underwear, yanking them off, running his long slender fingers
up the crack of my ass. I was terrified but more excited than I had ever
been at the same time.


"His fingers felt my crack again, until they discovered the spot he was
searching for, and one finger dug in to my hole. When he moved it, I was
relieved, only he took to spitting on it and then it was back, and being
shoved inside me. It took a minute for my ass to give it up, and then I
felt it up my ass. It was followed by a second, as he took care to stretch
my hole open.

"He pressed his plump wet dickhead on my hole. He moved it around before
lying on me and sliding his cock up and down my crack. He spit two times
and this made his dick slick as he slid it across my hole. There was more
spit and the head was back at my hole, only this time he was determined to
make it go where no man had gone before.

"There was a fire when it broke past the ring. It opened me up and the head
pushed through. Once the head got inside, my hole closed on the shaft. The
burning stretching sensation eased. He lay quiet at first.

	"You okay?" he asked, panting like a racehorse.

	"Uh huh," I said, afraid to say more.

"I could feel him moving up on his knees and then I realized it was moving
deeper into me. His mouth was over my ear as hot air blew out of him and he
moaned each time he got another inch inside me and he hesitated until he
was ready to give me more. I think he was on the verge of blowing a load
right then and he was doing all he could to keep from ending it. At that
time I didn't know what he had in mind, but the idea of him putting that
thing all the way inside me seemed impossible as my hole twitched on his
shaft as it moved deeper.

"As he lay still I was certain he was letting my hole adjust to how thick
he was next to his pubes. The burning had all but stopped and my own dick
throbbed like never before. The idea that all of that cock was now up my
ass sent me into ecstasy. His mouth kissed my neck and the side of my face
as he leaned up on his arms and then let his weight back down on me. He lay
still except for a couple of thrusts when he was making sure he was as deep
as he could go.

"Then, he started to lift his hips away from my ass, withdrawing about half
way before pushing it back. He did this four or five times, moving slowly,
but moving in and out. Then he went a little faster than before and as
quick as he was checking to make sure he was all the way in, he starteding
back out, in, out, in, out.

"My dick was pulsing and it started pumping out liquid for the first
time. I touched my tip and was thrilled that it felt like the stuff that
had been coming out of Russell. This was wonderful and what he was doing to
my ass was suddenly fine with me even though my hole was still smoldering
from the stretching he was giving me. The faster he fucked me the hotter I
got for it and feeling his chest on my back each time he pushed inside had
me wanting it to never end.

"I could hear him panting and there was something that sounded like
groaning every few thrusts. Then he'd stop and rest and almost fall asleep,
wrapping his arms around me to hug me closer, and after the time out he was
going to town again. Each start up had him fucking harder than the last and
it lasted longer. His sweat started wetting us both."


"After we rested for what seemed like an hour, he started back like never
before. He seemed delirious and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me
hard down on his dick as it thrust inside me. When he reached down and
touched the head of my dick, I lost it. I was immediately exploding in his
hand, and he jerked me off and fucked me at the same furious speed. I lost
consciousness and don't remember any more until I woke up with him still on
top of me, his dick still in me ass.

"I lay there for a long time, expecting him to make a withdrawal. I decided
to slip his grip on me and go to the bathroom to check myself out. I felt
fine. I felt good, but knowing what was up my ass had me worried, and I
started to wiggle out of his arms. I felt his dick starting to slip free of
my butt. It seemed like my movement brought it back to lie, and just at the
point when he was going to pop out, he grabbed my arms, slid me back under
him, fucking away as he rearranged me to suit him.

"This time there was no break in period. He fucked his ass off, not to
mention mine. I was sure he was tearing me open, but it wasn't long before
he had me hotter than a cheap pistol. As he came out of me, except for his
fat dick head, he'd push all the way back in without hesitation. The faster
he fucked the hotter I got and just as he seemed to be hitting top speed, I
unloaded the biggest load of my life and he hadn't offered me a hand this
time.

"He kept fucking and I kept cumming for what seemed like five minutes. I
couldn't breathe and I didn't want him to stop, but all good things must
come to an end, and on one deep thrust, after pushing all the way inside,
he stopped. I felt his body shaking as he took shallow breaths as he
concentrated like he was holding back the flood gates from opening, and
then he started to buck and spasm, trying to make it last. I could feel the
hot sperm squirting inside me. He panted, he moaned, and he finally dropped
down on my back, the sweat dripping off him and onto me.

	"Fuck! That's the best sex I ever had, stud. Thanks."

"All right. It was no problem for me, I thought, as he seemed to fall back
to sleep in mid-sentence. Caught between his rock and my hard place, this
time I was in no hurry for him to move. I didn't know Russell but I liked
him and what he made me feel, and right then, still in his arms, I felt
worn out.

"When I woke up that morning, he was back on his side of the bed, snoring
away. I searched for my underpants and beat a path out of there before he
woke up. I worried that he might bust me and tell everyone what I did, but
he didn't. In fact it seemed as thought he didn't realize I was the boy he
fucked all night. He paid no attention to me all day and I gave him lots of
chances.

"They planned another night out and I went to bed with no idea anything
else would happen. The only thing I could figure was that he was so drunk,
he didn't remember what had happened. I'd heard that excuse used on
television. I fell asleep convinced he didn't remember what we did.

"I was woke up with him pulling on my underwear. At first scared he spoke
softly and had his hands in places that suggested he only wanted one
thing. I scooted onto my stomach, lifting my ass up so he could remove my
underpants. I moved under him and in no time I was in his arms as he eased
his dick into my sore ass. Once again he wasted no time stretching things
to fit him, and after he came twice, he withdrew, rolling onto his back."



	"You wear me out, Simon" he said. "Thanks. You got the tightest ass
I ever been in, you know."

"I waited for him to fall asleep, and then, I slipped my hand into his
boxers and played with him until I went to sleep. The last night he was
there, he got me to sit on his dick as he lay on his back. My cock flopped
up and down as he held my thighs and I gave him a working over. He wanted
to stay inside me for a while, after we'd both cum. I rolled onto my side
and let him back inside me and he held me while we slept. That was the best
part of the entire three days."

"When I woke up the next morning, they were gone. My father had taken them
to the airport. Russell hadn't even said goodbye. I thought about Russell a
lot. Up until then, the most exciting thing I'd done was to swipe my
brother's fuck books to beat off. Russell had introduced me to sex. I
didn't know guys could fuck guys, until then.

	"That's some story," I said.

	"I met Tony and he seemed okay. So, I told him about Russell and he
agreed to take Russell's place, while teaching me what he knew."

"What's a friend for," Tony said. "I'm Italian. We're always horny. You say
sex. We say how much."

	"I didn't get that impression," I said.

	"You come with the band. Richie would freak if he knew we had...."
Tony said.

"You guys really want pizza?" Simon asked.

"My parents will be out until late tonight," Tony said. "We could go over
there and let Simon tell us more about Russell."

"There's more?"

"Uh huh," Simon said. "But I only tell this part to good friends."

"And how does one become your good friend?" I asked.

"By letting him do to you what you did to me," Tony said.

"Tony!" Simon complained.

 	"Come on. You'll like it. I told him you'd be fun. You want to play
a little game?" Tony asked, hugging Simon as he leaned back against his
chest and looked at me.

I started the car and headed back toward Tony's.


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