Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 09:24:01 -0700
From: Ronny Wernick <rwernick@jackinchat.com>
Subject: PAUL AND STEVE

Paul was staying at his uncle Steve's for the Summer while he took Summer
School.  His family was out of town, and so was Steve's.  Steve had a
small, but nice, house with a pool out back.  Best of all, the backyard was
surrounded by a high fence, so it was private enough to skinny dip in full
daylight without being seen except from the house, and with Steve at work,
Paul had the place to himself.  He had gone skinny dipping with friends a
couple of times, and liked it.  He was looking forward to be able to do it
when he got back from school at noon.

When he got home, Paul grabbed a towel and headed for the pool.  He
stripped and threw his clothes on a chair, and plunged in. it felt great,
and he loved the feel of the cool water on his naked body.

Paul got out and toweled off, then lay back on a lounge chair.  This was
new to him; being able to lie out in the open, naked.  The warm sun felt
good, especially his bare midsection, which was white from being covered by
a bathing suit all the time.  He looked down at his body, and liked what he
saw.  At 13, he was tall and thin, not an ounce of fat.  He'd always been a
short kid, but over the last year had shot up like a weed, and now he had
long, lanky legs, covered with barely visible downy white hair.  They
accounted for over half of his height, a fact he had been surprised to
notice while looking himself over in a mirror a couple of days before.

Paul knew he was attractive.  He'd seen pictures of himself, with his
sandy, straight hair framing his oval face with high cheekbones.  He had a
small nose and blue eyes.  He'd noticed people looking at him for years,
and knew it was because he was so attractive.  Over the past year the girls
had started to fawn over him, which he found embarrassing in a pleasant
way.  And his best friend, Tom, had recently blurted out that he wished he
were as good looking as Paul.  Since Tom was pretty good looking himself,
Paul figured he must be in pretty good shape.  The main difference in looks
between himself and Tom, Paul thought, was revealed when one of his
mother's friends called Paul a 'pretty' boy.

He looked at his crotch.  His penis wasn't overly large, but it had grown a
lot this year, too.  It was something that had given him a lot of pleasure
over the years.  Limp, it was about 3 inches long, and the loose foreskin
hung over the tip about a half inch, hiding the purple head inside.  The
foreskin was loose, but he could see the outline of the ridge around the
head of his penis, and the shape, like a helmet.  Limp, it was dangling to
the right, so he was seeing it in profile, laying against his upper thigh.
It actually was pretty neat looking.

When it was erect it was about five inches long, and thin, and the foreskin
pulled back so it just barely hid the head.  He always liked to watch as
his penis hardened and lengthened and the foreskin slowly pulled back by
itself until when he was completely hard, the head just peeping through a
little at the end.  If he held the shaft and moved his hand just slightly,
and the opening would widen and the head would slowly emerge, all purple
and wet.  If he let go, the head would slide back slowly, with the foreskin
closing back over the head.  That's how he liked to play with it; sliding
the foreskin slowly back and forth over the head.  It felt great.  The head
was intensely sensitive; he'd found much more so than his friends who were
circumcised.  So sensitive that he seldom actually touched it; he would
hold the shaft and let his foreskin stimulate it gently.

He'd noticed at an early age that he looked different than his friends, and
had spent a lot of time exploring that difference.  Even when he was little
and his foreskin was tight, he found it felt good to play with it.  At
first he couldn't pull it back to uncover the head he knew was there - he'd
seen it on all his friends, and could feel it under the skin.  And when he
pulled hard, he could just see the tip through the hole at the end.

But as he played with it, the foreskin loosened up and he began to see more
of the head peep out.  One day when he was five he was pulling hard, and
the head popped out completely.  It was a strong purple and wet, and looked
neat to him.  It hurt the first couple of times he did that, but soon it
stretched and it became easy to pull it back and forth.  He liked the
relaxing, pleasant feeling when he played with his foreskin, gently pulling
it back and forth over the head, and he often went to sleep doing it.

Then there was the magic day, when he was six.  He'd been playing with his
foreskin for a long time up in his bedroom, with his PJs pulled partially
down.  It suddenly began to feel better than normal, and he felt tense.
Without warning, he felt an intense tickling sensation, and his penis
throbbed in his hand.  It felt as if a dam had burst, and waves of good
feeling engulfed his entire crotch.  Suddenly the head of his penis was too
sensitive to even touch.

He hadn't known what was happening, but he liked it, and did it again
frequently.  He even shared it with a couple of his friends, including Tom.
When they would stay overnight, he would show them what he could do.  They
were always surprised the first time it happened to them, but it became
standard practice.  Often they'd sneak down to Paul's basement to play, and
go to his fort, hidden from the stairs, pull down their pants, and play
with each other.  His friends were fascinated with his foreskin and how he
could play with it, so he tried an experiment with Tom once when they were
9 years old.  He had Tom put his penis head to head with his own, and
pulled his foreskin over it, and massaged it like he did his own.  Tom said
it felt really neat.

He hadn't done that with the other guys in a couple of years; it seems boys
hesitate to do those things after about 9 or 10.  But laying there out in
the sun thinking about it, Paul started to get an erection.  As he thought,
he watched it straighten out and lengthen, and gradually the overlap of his
foreskin disappeared, pulling back to the head.  He began playing with his
foreskin.  He hadn't thought of jacking off out there in the sun, but it
felt good, and he started to do it, very slowly at first, just lightly
pulling his foreskin back and forth, watching the foreskin stimulate the
head, which got more purple as he did it.  He was sweating, and wiped some
off his chest and put it on his penis for lubrication, and it felt good.

Paul didn't know it, but his uncle had come home early to pick up
something, and when he was in his bedroom, looked out and saw Paul laying
on the lounge chair, playing with his hard penis.  He was surprised, and
immediately interested.  He could see how Paul played with the foreskin,
massaging the head, which came in and out.  He'd watched Paul grow up, and
felt a strange attraction to this good looking boy.  He'd seen and admired
his uncircumcised penis several times when Paul had undressed to go
swimming, but had never gotten a good look.  When Paul came to stay the
night before, Steve was quite taken by him and how much he had grown.  Paul
had turned into a very delicious looking boy, tall, thin, and graceful.  He
had a quick, easy smile, and a face you could stare at.  For some reason he
was reminded of the sex play he'd had with other boys when he was a kid,
and felt an urge for something like that with Paul.

Now that Paul was out there like that, Steve started to get turned on, and
dropped to his knees in front of the window, watching intently.  It didn't
take long to get an erection, and he freed his penis from his pants and
began to hold it, stroking lightly.  He was surprised at how turned on he
was by watching Paul, but he couldn't help it.

Just about the time Paul's hand was speeding up and he was starting to
ejaculate, Steve let fly, spurting semen all over his bedroom wall.  Boy,
it felt good; what a release.

That was what Paul was thinking to himself as he came; it felt good, really
good.  He gave several good jets of white, watery cum, which splashed onto
his stomach.  As he was coming, he held his hand still, with the foreskin
pulled back, and watched as his penis jerked as each jet flew out.

He lay there for a few minutes, not moving, just savoring the feeling in
his loins while the semen ran down his stomach.  He could smell the rich
warm aroma, and even that was satisfying.

Steve, meanwhile, was using a kleenex to wipe the semen off his wall.  Paul
caught just a glance of a movement at the bedroom window, and his heart
stood still a second, but he relaxed when he figured he'd imagined it, or
maybe it was a reflection of a bird or something.  Steve had seen Paul look
up, and dropped down.  Panting, he made his way carefully out of the house
and left.

Paul went about his business as normal the rest of the day, but that night,
he noticed that Steve looked at him kind of funny.  He thought of the
slight movement at the window, but rejected the idea.  Steve had been at
work, and he would have heard the garage door if held come home.  But Paul
didn't know that Steve hadn't used the garage!

The next two days, Paul did the same thing, and looked forward to it all
day.  Steve sneaked in to watch every day, too.  He was still puzzled, and
frankly bothered, by his reaction to Paul, but he couldn't help it, and
couldn't keep away with the thought of watching Paul jack off like that.
It was such a beautiful sight.

On Thursday morning before he left for work, Steve had a thought, and went
and got a couple of his magazines.  They showed both men and women.  He put
them in the kitchen on a side table, in a place not too obvious, but where
he was sure Paul would spot them.  Sure enough, when Paul got home from
school, he saw the magazines, and took a look.  He was shocked and somewhat
grossed out, but fascinated.  They turned him on quickly, and he went to
the pool to look at them at length.  By the time he started jacking off in
earnest, he was really worked up, and spewed semen all over himself.  And
of course Steve was watching from the bedroom.

That night Steve saw that the magazines were back in their place as though
no one had seen them.

The next day, Steve came home and was in the process of sneaking in. When
he turned the corner by the kitchen, he almost ran into Paul, who was
coming the other way, stark naked, with a partial hardon.  He had one of
Steve's magazines in his hand.  Both were shocked and embarrassed.

Steve blurted out, "What are you doing?"

Paul stammered and said, "I had to go to the bathroom."

Thinking fast, Steve said, "I came home early.  We should both go skinny
dipping.  See you out there." And he headed for the back door.

Paul didn't know what to do, but he had lost his erection.  He went into
the bathroom and sat down, shaking.  He didn't want to go out and face
Steve after what had happened.  But then he thought, 'I didn't hear the
garage door, and he was in the house.  And the movement in the window on
Monday.  Maybe he's been watching me.'  He was surprised that the thought
didn't bother him.  He kind of liked the idea.

Not knowing what else to do, Paul hesitantly walked out back, and saw Steve
sitting on a lounge, also naked.  As Paul approached, Steve looked up and
smiled, "Have a seat; the sun feels great."

Paul sat back and tried to relax.  He felt funny laying there naked next to
his uncle, but was interested to get a good look at adult genitals.  He'd
never had a close, long look before.  Steve's penis was much longer.  Even
though the hair was a little gross, overall it looked pretty neat.

After a little while he noticed Steve put his hand down by his crotch, and
idly fingered his penis, much like Paul often did, but Steve didn't have a
foreskin to play with.  Paul was interested, and watched.  Steve's eyes
were closed as if relaxed.  Pretty soon Paul saw Steve's penis start to
lengthen and straighten out.  'He's getting a boner here in front of me!'
thought Paul.  And sure enough, it was obvious that Steve was getting a
good strong erection.  It stood up, and was over six inches long, and Steve
continued to finger it gently.

Paul couldn't help it, and started to get hard, too.  He felt a little
embarrassed, but figured if Steve was, it was OK for him, too.  Without
even thinking about it, Paul started to finger his own penis, and started
to pull the foreskin back and forth a little.

Steve opened his eyes and saw that Paul was reacting, and said to himself,
'good - its working.' Out loud he said, "This feels good.  You mind if I
jack off?  I need it."

Surprised, Paul said, "No, go ahead."

"You should, too.  No reason both of us can't enjoy ourselves."

Paul didn't respond, but watched with interest as Steve started to slowly
jack himself off.  Paul began to do it also, and they both lay there
jacking off, watching each other.

Steve came first, and Paul was impressed by the magnitude of his
ejaculation, both volume and how far it shot up onto Steve's chest.  Steve
was staring at Paul's crotch while he came, and Paul realized that Steve
was turned on by watching him jack off.  He wasn't sure what to think about
that, but it heightened his excitement, and suddenly Paul came, while he
stared at Steve's penis and the semen all over his chest and stomach.  Wow,
it felt good, and he came stronger than he ever had.  He lay back, panting,
holding his penis hard.

After he relaxed and began to go soft, he looked up at Steve.  They smiled
sheepishly at each other.  Steve said, "That was great; I needed that."

"Yeah, I liked it, too."

That night at dinner, Steve asked, "Hey you want to sleep in my room
tonight?" To himself he said, 'please, I'll make it worth your while.'

Paul looked at him in surprise.  He knew full well Steve had only one bed,
so he was asking him to sleep in his bed, together.  He'd done that with
his friends on many occasions, and frequently it resulted in innocent sex
play, but he never thought of doing it with an adult.  He pondered it for a
moment, realizing there was a definite sexual overtone to the invitation.
He was still reeling from what had happened at the pool that noon, but he
had to admit that he liked it, and the thought of doing it again was a
little exciting.  He smiled sheepishly, and said a simple, "OK; that sounds
like fun."

After dinner they cleaned up and watched TV for a while, then Steve said,
"How about a dip before we go to bed?"

Paul said, "Good idea," and got up to follow Steve out back.  Steve stopped
at the kitchen table and stripped, grabbing a towel, and Paul did the same.
They walked out to the pool together, naked.

After their swim, Steve made an elaborate show of toweling off, and headed
for the house.  Paul followed.  Steve passed the table with the clothes
without taking them, so they walked to the bedroom naked.  Paul was a
little hesitant, and lagged behind, but kept going.  When he went in, Steve
was pulling down the bedclothes.  "I'm going to sleep in the raw; how about
you?"

Paul was surprised again and thought, 'I can still back out; I don't have
to do this.' But he was getting turned on by the sight of Steve's penis and
what they would probably do together.  "I've never done that before, but it
sounds good."

They both crawled into bed.  There was an awkward silence for a minute, but
Steve jumped in.  "How about I rub your back?"

"OK," Paul said, and rolled over.

Steve started on his back, admiring the view of Paul's back, butt, and
legs.  In a minute Paul could feel Steve's hands on his butt, gently
massaging it.  Then he moved to his thighs.  He rubbed the insides, then
gently nudged Paul's legs apart, so he could rub into his crotch, tickling
the bottom of his balls, then running his finger into his crack.  Steve
moved over and sat on Paul's legs, spread-eagled.  He put his hands on
Paul's butt, and massaged them hard, kneading the muscles of his cheeks in
a circular motion.  It felt really good; Paul had never felt anything like
it.  Paul could feel Steve's penis between his legs, hanging soft just
below his balls.  Then Steve put a finger on Paul's hole, and pressed in.
At first it hurt a little, but as Paul relaxed, it felt good, and Steve
pushed his finger inside just a little.  He played around like that for a
minute, then pulled his finger out.  Paul then felt Steve's penis, now
hard, in his crack.  Steve rubbed it back and forth a few times, then
stopped.

Steve got off, and said, "Why don't you turn over, and I'll do your front."

Paul did, at first embarrassed at his boner sticking up, but he saw Steve
had one, too, so he felt OK.

Steve caressed Paul's front from top to bottom, then zeroed in on his
crotch area, but didn't touch his penis for a while.  He rubbed in his
crotch, and gently played with his balls.  Then he held Paul's penis
lightly, playing with the foreskin.  "This feel good?"

"Yeah," breathed Paul.

Steve handled Paul's penis delicately, almost lovingly.  It was the most
beautiful thing held ever seen, and it blew him away to be able to play
with it like that, pulling the foreskin back and forth across the purple,
glistening head.  Taking a chance, he leaned over and kissed it, then ran
his tongue around the head and inside the foreskin.  The salty, musty taste
excited him, and Paul, though surprised, liked the feel.

Then Steve began to jack him off gently.  He held it softly and rubbed his
hand up and down, making Paul's foreskin move back and forth.  He did it
for several minutes and Paul basked in the feeling, then started to
stiffen.  He felt himself begin to come, and so did Steve.  Steve held
tight, moving his hand just a little, and watched as Paul came in several
strong jets of semen, which landed on his stomach in big blobs.

Boy, it felt good, and Paul was spent.  He lay still for a few minutes
catching his breath, and Steve held on until he began to go soft.  Paul
then said, "Here, your turn."

Steve moved back and lay down on his back, and Paul did to Steve's front
like Steve had done to him.  When he got to Steve's penis, he was really
interested in how it felt; stiff and strong.  He played with it for a long
time, exploring it.  The skin moved over the shaft, but not nearly as much
as on his own penis.  He could feel the veins inside; they were hard.  The
head was soft, but not as velvety and wet as his own; obviously a
difference caused by being circumcised.  It was a lot longer than his own,
and bigger around.  It was definitely a handful.

When he started to jack Steve off, he lay his head down on Steve's stomach
while he manipulated his penis, watching it carefully.  When he felt Steve
stiffen, he held on tight, and Steve gasped and shot several strong jets,
two of which hit Paul in the face.  Paul didn't flinch, and just held on.
He felt a stream of hot semen running down his face, and some hit his lips.
He licked it off, and tasted the sweet-tart taste, which was interesting.
He'd never tasted his own semen, so didn't know what to expect.  It was
exciting.

He didn't want to let go, because it was so neat, but he did after Steve
was limp.

They both cleaned up, and lay basking in the feeling, and fell asleep.

In the morning, Paul woke laying on his side facing away from Steve, and
felt hands caressing his butt.  It felt good.

Steve said, softly, "Mind if I try something?  I'll stop if you don't like
it."

"OK." Paul wondered what was next, but so far everything had been fun.

Steve had him lay back on his stomach, and got back on his legs,
spreadeagled.  He massaged Paul's butt again.  He paused for a bit, and
leaned over to the bedside table, and Paul saw Steve pick up a jar of hand
cream and put some in his hand.  Then he felt Steve put the cream in his
crack, and Steve gently pushed his finger in.  With the cream, it went more
smoothly, and felt better.  Then Steve put a second finger in, moving
slowly to relax the muscles of Paul's butt.  Paul was surprised at how good
it felt.

Steve moved forward and put his penis in Paul's crack, just under his
fingers.  He pulled his fingers out slowly, and as they came out of the
hole, pushed his penis back in their place.  Paul was surprised when he
could tell what was going on, but it felt good, so he just lay there and
let it happen.

Steve had his penis head engulfed, and it felt better than anything held
ever felt before.  It was very tight.  He gently pushed farther in, and
soon he had his penis all the way into Paul's butt.  He couldn't believe
what he was doing.  He never thought he'd do anything like that, but it
felt natural and good.  He lay down on top of Paul, and began to thrust in
and out gently.

There was something very personal about having his penis inside Paul.  It
was far more than a sexual experience where intense stimulation led to
physical feelings.  It was an expression of love.  His most personal and
sensitive thing was being accepted inside Paul's body.  Each thrust was an
act of fullfillment.

As his excitement grew, he reached under Paul and held his penis, hunched
his back, and hugged him hard, stroking strongly.  He breathed into Paul's
ear, "Oh Paul, this is so good - I can't believe it.  I've never felt
anything like it."

He humped more, pushing his penis all the way in then almost all the way
out in rapid strokes.  "I'm going to come - OK if I do it inside you?"

"It's OK; go ahead." Paul was enjoying it, too.

Steve suddenly stopped and pushed all the way in, and he came strongly into
Paul's butt, spasm after spasm.  Paul could feel the jerking in his butt,
and knew Steve was coming inside him.

Steve fell limp on top of Paul, his penis still all the way in.  He lay
that way for a minute or two, then rolled off, his penis popping out with a
wet 'smack.'

"You have to try that on me; you won't believe how good it feels." Steve
lay on his stomach, and Paul got on top like Steve had.  He used plenty of
hand cream, then gently pushed his penis in.  Steve had been right; it did
feel great.  Paul at first pushed in and out slowly and cautiously, a
little embarrassed to be doing this, but soon lost his inhibitions and lay
all the way down on top of Steve and went to it in earnest.

He felt the climax building up, and like Steve, when he came, he pushed all
the way in, and he let loose.  He could feel the muscles in his groin
contract, and the semen course all the way through his penis, which he had
never really felt before, into Steve.  It was great, and like Steve, he
collapsed, spent, and savored the tingling feeling all over the lower part
of his body.

After he rolled limply off of Steve, they looked at each other, neither
believing what they had just done.  They had fucked each other, and loved
it.

After a few minutes, Steve got up, and said, "Well, I guess we'd better
take a dip and get cleaned off.  Paul agreed, and they went down for a dip.

When they were done, Steve said, "Look, it's Saturday.  No need to get
dressed.  Why don't we do the day naked?"

Paul by this time was ready for anything, so said a cheery, "Yeah, that's
right.  Let's do it!" Steve slapped him playfully on the butt, and they
went in to get breakfast.  They spent the day puttering around the house
naked, showing off for each other, and openly looking at each other
frequently.  A couple of times when Paul noticed Steve watching him, he
took his penis in his hand, and held it up, pulling the foreskin back and
forth.

Just before dinner, when they were outside by the pool, Steve said, "I
can't stand this any longer.  I have to do this," and came over to Paul,
who was laying on the lounge chair.  He bent down beside Paul, leaned over,
and began to kiss his penis again.  He looked up at Paul and said, "I can't
believe I'm saying this, but your penis is the most beautiful thing I've
ever seen.  I love your foreskin, and would like to suck you off."

Paul, now no longer surprised, said, "OK, I'm game.'

So Steve bent back down, put Paul's penis in his mouth, and began to play
with it with his tongue.  He put it into the foreskin and caressed all
around the head with his tongue, and felt all up and down the shaft,
feeling the blood vessels.  Then he began to suck.

Paul was already pretty turned on by being naked all day and watching
Steve, so he reacted pretty quickly.  When he began to come, it was
incredibly intense, and again he could feel his semen coursing through his
penis in shot after shot.  It felt great, and Steve swallowed his semen as
it came, sucking hard.  Paul felt as though Steve was sucking him dry.  It
was wonderful.

Of course he wanted to try that on Steve, so they reversed places, and he
enjoyed the taste and feel of Steve's penis in his mouth.  When Steve
started coming, Paul held on hard, but began to gag at the volume of it,
with Steve's penis pushing hard at the back of his mouth, so he let most of
it dribble out into Steve's crotch.  He continued to suck until he could
feel the throbbing in Steve's penis stop, then he pulled off.  Steve
reached over and held his penis, and sighed, "Wow, that felt good.  You did
that just right."

By the time they were ready for bed, and climbed in naked like the night
before, both Steve and Paul were pretty spent and not up to a lot, but they
spent some time rubbing and fondling each other.  Steve pointed to the jar
of hand cream and said, "Why don't we use that and just jack off; that'll
give our cranks a rest."

Paul laughed and said, "Yeah," and they both lathered up and jacked off
side by side, watching each other.  When they were done and cleaned up,
Steve lay close to Paul and cupped his hand over his genitals, and they
both went to sleep peacefully.

They spent all Sunday naked again, and played with each other almost
constantly.  Several times they felt each other up, sucked each other's
penis, and butt fucked for a few minutes, but they held off all day for
actual orgasm.  It wasn't until just before dinner that Steve grabbed Paul
and put him on the couch in the den and began to work him over in
earnest. he began by caressing him all over, playing with his foreskin, and
alternately jacking him off and sucking on his penis, then gently lifted
Paul's legs up, while he was on his back, loosening his ass up with cream
and his fingers, and gently slipping his penis in.  Steve slowly but firmly
fucked Paul, facing him, looking into his eyes.  When he came, he shuddered
and moaned, "oh, Paul.  I don't believe this.  It's even better than
before."

When he was done, he slowly pulled out, let Paul's legs down, and began to
play with Paul's penis with his mouth, eventually starting to suck, and
continued until Paul exploded into his mouth.  Steve swallowed it all, and
then lay down on top of Paul, both of them spent.


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