Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2003 10:14:50 EST
From: BttFace@aol.com
Subject: Allan and John

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        It was the summer between 6th and 7th grade for me and my 2 best
friends Mike and John.  My name is Allan.  We three had been playing together
since before we started school since we all lived less then a block away and
the same age.  Mike was and is a nice guy, but John and I had a deeper
understanding of each other.  From the first time we had slept out and played
"truth or dare" it was obvious to John and I that we enjoyed it much more,
and that Mike was a bit of a drag when it came to exploring our sexual
selves.
        Mike and I were playing catch out in the street when John walked up
next to me.  He said in a hushed voice "throw a wild one" and I complied and
Mike went chasing after it up the street a ways.  This gave John the chance
to tell me he'd found a really good book up in the cemetery that was at the
end of our street and which John's backyard butted up against.  This wasn't
unusual since a lot of people hung out up there doing God knows what, but I
did notice he said "book" instead of "magazine" which would be our normal
find/prize/discovery.  I told him to go home and that I'd be there without
Mike in a little while.  Mike returned with the ball and we made a few more
throws to one another and I said that I was hungry and was going inside for a
snack, and that I'd hook up with him maybe later on after dinner or
something, and so we parted going to our separate houses.
        I stopped and watched Mike through the rail on my front porch to see
him go out of sight and I sprinted across the street and walked up to John's
front door.  This was easier then actually going in my house and having to
talk to my Mom and tell her anything or answer any of her questions.
        Once at John's I didn't even have to knock, he was already at the
door waiting and let me in and lead me upstairs to his room all the while
ignoring his older and younger sisters who sat in the living room.  Both of
his parents worked so with the exception of his sisters we had no one to
answer to during the day the day at his house.
        We went upstairs to his bedroom and he closed his door and produced a
paperback book with a hot pink colored cover and big black letters on it.  He
handed it to me and said here read the page I have bent over and so I turned
to the page and started to read it.  The cliff note version is it was
describing in great detail a young girl having lesbian sex with the
housekeeper in the housekeeper's room.  It was very interesting reading for a
12 year old boy, and somewhat comforting to me and maybe to John as well,
since we'd been "playing" with each other for the last 4 yrs on a regular
basis.  This book made it seems that we were not alone in our mutual
curiosity and that other people of the same sex explored together too.  I
said "wow this is really neat" and John asked if I wanted to go up to his
attic and read some more and see if we could find some more detailed accounts
of sex in it, I replied "hell yes."
        So off we went to the attic door which was located in the central
hallway just outside his room, trying not to make to much noise so his s
isters wouldn't beware of our location change.  When we got upstairs to the
attic the heat of the summer really hit you even with the windows open at
each end.  I took off my T-shirt and John followed suit and went one better
and took off his gym-shorts he had on with nothing else under them, so he was
completely naked.  I was a little surprised but not at all shocked by this
since we'd been naked together many times up here and in various other places
in our constant pursuit of sexual understanding.  John sat down on the weight
lifting bench he had up there and started to leaf through the pages of the
book.  I went to the hiding spot where we kept some of our previous
discoveries in the cemetery and got out a Hustler magazine and sat in the
window sill across from him.  As I looked through the magazine for the
hundredth time I got the same reaction which was a nice little hard-on, but
as I glanced over at John he was totally fixated on what he was reading and
from the hard-on he had going it must have been really hot.
        John had gotten naked as soon as we got up in the attic, which was
very exciting, looking at him straddling the bench as he leaned back and read
the book.  My position sitting in the window let me look right at his crotch
and up his torso and I smiled when I looked at the thin little line of hair
running down from his belly button to the top of his pubes which he called
his "happy trail."
        I stood up and pulled down the shade to the window and took off my
shorts, which made him pause and look up from the book.  I asked him what he
was reading.  He said he'd found an account of the housekeeper eating out the
girl in the laundry room while she sat on the running washing machine and she
seemed to be really enjoying it.  I said "I bet she is."  With that I got
down on my knees at the end of the bench facing his crotch that was in full
view about a foot from my face.  I leaned in and started to lick the shaft of
his cock and then slid my tongue down to his balls and slowly sucked on them
individually, at which point he softly moaned and put down the book and
focused on what I was doing to him.  I told him to pick up his legs and hold
them up which gave me access to his butt crack and hole.
        I always got excited by the sent of his crotch after the first time I
smelled it, and to this day I still get instantly turned on.  There have been
times as adults (20 something) that I wasn't in the mood to do anything but
that changed quickly once he got me to catch a trace of his sent.  For
example, one time we were in his car outside of a club getting ready to leave
and he asked me to blow him while he drove, I declined, so he put his hand in
his pants and put it to my face and I was sucking him before he had even
pulled out of the parking lot.  A second time he came to my apartment late
night and woke me up. I was a little pissed and was not in any mood to do
anything with so he asked if he could just crash on the couch.  I said fine,
and went back to bed and a few minutes later I heard him in the bathroom when
he came out he came into my room naked and quickly straddle my chest putting
his cock and balls on my chin, without a second thought I was blowing him.  I
am just weak to that aroma.
        Anyway, back in the attic I was now giving him a vigorous rimjob and
jerking his cock with my hand at the same time and felt him get tense and new
from the many times I had brought him to orgasm that he was getting close to
shooting his load.  I quickly got off my knees and straddled his chest with
my back to his face so I could get his cock in my mouth before he shot his
cum so I could swallow it all.  He emptied his balls in my waiting mouth and
as his climax eased he leaned forward and took a hold of my hips and pulled
my ass back to his face and began to give me a rimjob.  He always did this
well, since he wasn't much for giving head, which was fine with me.
        We had defined our individual rolls is our sex play very early on
when we first started to act out and roll play the images in the various
magazines we'd find.  Until finding the book our sex stimulus was hetero male
dominant pictures.  The kind found in the hard-core smut magazines with
pictures of women on their knees performing oral sex, men on top of women
engaging in intercourse of both kinds or a group of men and a woman doing as
much as she could for them.  When we started we'd only do what each of us was
willing to try but I knew that some things John did only because he wanted me
to do them for him, his lack of enthusiasm from the very beginning while
giving oral sex was obvious, but I didn't care, I enjoyed doing it to him.  I
was willing to be the submissive/FEM partner in our games to ensure they
would continue, and by this time we'd become very comfortable in our defined
rolls.  In fact we had moved well beyond the 'we both have to do it to keep
it fair' mentality to were if we only had time to get one of us off we knew
that I'd being getting him off with my mouth.
        After few minutes of John rimming me, we got up and sat next to each
other on the bench and we looked through the book together.  John turned to
me and asked if I wanted to sleep over so we could go through the entire
book.  I replied "you know I do."  I had spent the night at his house many
times and we always had fun, but his bed makes a lot of noise so we didn't to
anything that needed a lot of movement, mostly me on top in a 69 position
sucking him off while he rimmed me, which was just fine with me!


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