Date: Sun, 10 May 2009 05:37:39 EDT
From: Goindwntwn@aol.com
Subject: Apogee Me And Ted

	Ok,.. Most nifty stories I read,.. The boys are handsome with
blonde hair and blue eyes. A face full of white, straight teeth. Six foot
tall and a six pack to boot.  A nice ass and a ten inch dick at fourteen
years old.,.. Really?

	          Come on boys,.. Let's try to make it real!

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       	This is my true story.
       	Although I won't use my friend's real name. I'll call him, Ted.

				  Apogee
				Me And Ted


				 Chapter 1
			     Learning With Ted


	When I was six my family and I moved to the country from the city.
Everything was new and exciting. I had three older brothers. We spent
untold hours exploring the fields and woods around home. We didn't live on
a farm but there was a lot of farm land around us. Miles of it.
	You can imagine how happy I was to learn that the boy that lived
across the road was my age. His name was Ted. Ted had one older sister and
two younger sisters.
	My Mom was deathly afraid of the road. She was afraid that, me or
one of my brothers getting hit by a car. I guess she had a right to. I had
a cousin a couple of years older then me, that was hit by a car and
killed. Needless to say, I didn't get to cross the road alone. I spent the
most of the next four years on our side of the road. That was ok with me. I
had lots to explore in my own back yard.
	As my brothers got older, they were allowed to go farther. But I
was stuck on our side of the road. Only to cross the road with one of my
brothers.
	I didn't get to really know Ted until we started the first grade
together.  We became best friends right off the bat. We sat on the school
bus together. We were in the same class at school. We sat together at lunch
time and we played together at recess. But we seldom got to play together
after school, because of the road factor.  His mom was more lenient and
would sometimes let him come over to my house to play.  We played like
normal boys would. Until we were eleven. That's when we started to learn
about sex together.
	I had been playing sexually with a boy cousin my age for near a
year.  Nothing heavy, just the normal, I'll show you mine, you show me
yours. We touched each other different times. I learned I liked to touch
other boy's dicks and I liked for them to touch mine too.
	Ted was always taller than I was. I have always been a small
person.  We made an odd couple but we didn't care. We were best friends.  I
wish I could say, he was a Child God. An Adonis of golden proportion. But
he wasn't.  He was tall and skinny. He had the normal shitty haircut, only
a mom could give.  He had crooked, fucked up teeth. I was just an average
kid too. I had the same kind of shitty hair cut, but my teeth looked a
little nicer than his. We were both brown haired, with brown eyes.
	I guess we started puberty at the same time. Around eleven. We had
definitely learned that our dicks were for more than just to piss with. I
became obsessed with my dick. As well as other boy's dicks. I had seen my
brother's "big" dicks a hundred times.  But they didn't know I was
looking, or should I say, staring. I shared one bedroom with my three older
brothers, so we saw each other naked all the time. It was no big deal.
Their cocks looked like monsters in my young eyes. Sometimes I think they
had half boners, because sometimes the crown of their cock heads would be
swelled and ridged.
	It was summer time. Ted and I had been in my back yard playing with
a football. Naturally that involved tackling each other and wrestling
around on the ground.  We were barefoot and shirtless. We only wore briefs
and cut off blue jeans. As we wrestled, I got sexually excited touching his
near naked sweaty body. I got a little boy boner and I noticed he did
too. We ground our groins together, dry humping each other. Tightly hugging
each other as we rolled around on the ground. Our sweaty bellies and child
chests slipping and sliding together. Giggling all the while.  I even
licked his body a couple of times, tasting him. This excited me even more.
With our little boy boners starting to become uncomfortable in out tight
cut offs, we retreated to my dad's garage.
	With a concrete floor, it was much cooler in there. After a short
time of just hanging out in the shade of the garage, we cooled down. Our
harts and breathing returned to normal. But our sexual hormones were still
charged up and humming.  Since we were best friends, Ted and I could tell
secretes to each other and trust the other wouldn't tell anyone else.
	I asked Ted if he wanted to play buggie. He asked me what kind of
game that was. I told him it is when two boys rub their peckers
together. Buggie is what my mother called my wiener when I was a little
boy.
	Ted looked down at my crotch, then back up to my face. He smiled
that crooked toothed smile of his. He nodded his head yes. I doubt he had
ever seen another boys dick before. He had all sisters.
	I unsnapped my cutoffs and pulled my zipper down. I pulled them
down to my knees. Ted did the same. Then we pulled down our white
underwear, exposing ourselves for each other. We both had little boners
sticking out.
	Ted's buggie was a little longer than mine. Maybe an inch longer. I
may have been three and a half inches hard.
	We just looked at each other for several minutes, touching
ourselves down there. Making our little pricks even harder. I waddled
closer to Ted, now with my shorts just above my ankles. With my hard dick
between my thumb and forefinger I guided it to touch the head of my dick to
the end of his. I shouldn't have to tell you of the shock that went through
my kid body. It was awesome!
	Ted took hold of his prick and guided it to rub against my dick. We
stood there rubbing our preteen peckers against each other's. We played
this new game for several minutes, until I started to feel funny inside and
I no longer wanted to play our game. I knew it was queer for boys to play
like this together. I felt dirty and naughty, not to mention guilt. But
that feeling wouldn't last long.
	The next day found us in the garage again. I asked Ted if he wanted
to play buggie again. He was pleased to oblige my request. We did the same
things as the day before. We pulled our shorts and underwear down and
rubbed our hard little peckers against one another's. We took it farther
this time and rubbed our boners over other parts of our bodies. We touched
each other scrotums with our dick heads.  Nudging against our little
testicles.  We rubbed our dicks against each other's legs and bellies. That
feeling came again and we stopped and pulled our shorts back up.  We went
on to play other normal boy games, for the rest of the afternoon. Even
though we were only eleven, we both knew what we were doing was queer. But
we both liked it.  It was our secrete.
	I knew about blow jobs. I had heard my brothers talk about
them. Only in a boy, girl way. I heard them talk about cuming. I wasn't
stupid. I knew girls had pussies and I knew guys made sperm and, that's
what made a girl pregnant. I just wasn't old enough yet to make sperm. I
thought if a girl can suck a boys dick and not die, why couldn't a boy suck
another boy's dick. I decided to seduce my young friend farther.  I wanted
to suck Ted's dick. I thought if I were to suck Ted's dick and please him,
he would do it to me in return.
	It was either the third of forth time we played buggie in the
garage, that I knelt to the floor and took a real close look at Ted's
prick. I touched it with my fingers.  It felt warm and solid. I liked
touching Ted's dick. He moaned as I played with his prick.  I became
obsessed with his dick. I leaned forwards and let his boy boner into my
mouth and closed my lips around the head of his penis. He moaned even
more. I moved my tongue around the hard little gland in my mouth. I knew
right away I liked the taste and feel of my friend's buggie in my mouth. I
pushed my mouth up and down his short shaft.  It was naughty and
exciting. My little cock was hard as hell! I sucked Ted's prick for maybe
two minutes. His breathing became faster and he started to make little
grunt sounds. His body stiffened and shook, almost as if in pain. I thought
I had hurt him.
	He backed away from me. I asked him if he was Ok. He could only
whimper and nod his head yes. His eyes looked funny, he kind of staggered
as he tried to stand in place. I thought he was going to fall. I jumped up
to hold him. He told me he was Ok, that he just got dizzy for a second.
	Ted slowly came down from his first dry orgasm. He smiled at me and
giggled.  He told me that, it was the most awesome feeling he had ever
had. He said it was like riding a rollercoaster, that it made his belly
tickle. I felt better that he was happy instead of sick.
	Without my asking, Ted knelt to the floor and started to touch my
dick.  He moved it around to look at it closer. After he had studied my
prick, he opened his mouth and took my hard, little boy dick into his
mouth. I damn near passed out.  The warmth and tightness of his mouth was
nothing I had expected. He bobbed his mouth up and down my little boy
dick. Sucking to beat the band.
	I was so excited, it didn't take but a minute or two and I got that
feeling.  The same feeling I had felt before, inside my body when I had
played with myself.  But this feeling was going beyond anything I had felt
before. It was much stronger.  Much more intense. My legs and back became
stiff. I pushed my groin into Ted's mouth as hard as I could. He gagged. My
body started to tremble and shake. I felt like I was on fire, falling. I
didn't care. I just wanted to keep burning and falling. To never touch the
ground.
	I had to push Ted off my little throbbing dick or I would die. I
was lost.  I didn't care where I was. This was like a very strong drug I
had just injected.  My first dry orgasm.
	I don't remember what happened next, but I was High the rest of the
day and evening, until I fell asleep. I just knew, Ted and I would have
many more queer boy times together.


				 Chapter 2
			      The Club House
			 ( about one year later )


	After Ted and I had learned what great pleasures we could give each
other, our naughty boy play became part of our "normal" play time
together. We started spending more time together. We both knew we did not
want to get caught being queer.  For one thing, my brothers would kill us
if they were to catch us. We found places we could hide and play sexy with
each other.
	At my house there was an old tool shed out back. It mostly had junk
in it.  There were some old broken garden tools in there. Dumb shit like a
pile of old shingles and several decayed cardboard boxes of canning jars. I
asked my mom if we could clean the shed out so we could make a club
house. Mom had to come out and inspect what all was in the shed. She didn't
even know what all was in it. She told us what we could throw away and what
had to be kept. She told us to take the canning jars down to the basement,
rinse them out and stack them in the cupboards. There was really not much
else in the shed that was worth anything. We threw the old junk in the
wheel barrel and took it to the dump we had at the end of our
property. There was an old kitchen table and a couple of old rusty chairs,
that we cleaned up and saved for our new club house. We found some old
license plates that we nailed to the wall. The door of the shed was about
to fall off, so we found some nails and nailed the hinges back in place so
the door would close. There had been a window in one wall, but it had been
covered with a piece of plywood. We found an old window to replace the
plywood.  It was not the right size for the opening, but we nailed it in
place anyways and scabbed around where the window did not cover with other
smaller pieces of junk plywood.  At least, now we had light in our new club
house. And we could see out. The best part about the shed was, that there
was a loft in it. We spent several days cleaning out the shed. It was dirty
and dusty. The more we cleaned the more it took shape. We even found some
old paint and painted the walls. We were excited to have our own club
house. My brothers could have cared less. We were just little kids, they
had no interest in our little boy games.
	This was much better than the garage. It was farther away from the
house and we had a window we could look out, to watch if anyone was to come
around.
	Ted and I played buggie in that shed a lot. With our new found
privacy, our sex play turned into more then just a quickie. We felt more
comfortable to learn and explore each other's bodies. We would take turns
watching out the window, while the other would fondle the other. It was
very exciting to study and feel another boys sex.  To taste and lick
another boys skin. To have the time to smell another boys scent.  To take
it all in and enjoy the beginnings of puberty with another boy.
	The loft turned out to be very special. The loft is where Ted and I
first learned to suck each other 69. As we learned, this was to become our
favorite way to have sex.
	We tried it all different ways. Sometimes with me on top, sometimes
with Ted on top. Sometimes we both laid on our sides with one knee cocked
up, out of the way.  Ted liked it on top best. I think he liked the top
because when I was on top, I liked to hump his mouth as if I were
fucking. Sometimes I would get carried away and pound his head against the
wood floor. But that was Ok with me. I didn't care how we did it, as long
as I would have my dry orgasm.
	One day we were sucking 69 side by side in the loft. Ted made a
loud grunt sound and pushed his hips tight into my face. His body stiffened
and started to jerk.  I felt the head of his boy cock get thicker and
twitch in my mouth. I felt something wet and warm. It tasted salty. It was
slippery against my tongue and his prick. I thought he had pissed in my
mouth. But I knew it was too thick to be piss. I thought, Duh! He had made
sperm and he had just cum in my mouth. I felt so naughty and dirty. I loved
it.  When his ejaculations quit, he pulled his pecker from my lips. He told
me it tickled too much for me to keep sucking on him. I told him, "Dude
you just cum in my mouth."

	He giggled and said, "Yeah, I know. I shot the first time last
night in bed when I was playing with myself."
	I wasn't mad. Rather I was happy to have had him give me his junk.
I savored his taste in my mouth. I liked it.
	I crawled over the top of Ted and told him to suck me. He took my
little boner into his mouth and I started pumping away with no mercy. I
looked down at his wilted prick. I saw a little clear cum ooze from his
piss slit. I bent down and licked it off with my tongue. His body jumped. I
giggled at the control I had over his body.  I humped harder as my own
orgasm was getting closer. I felt my body shake.  My belly tightened as if
some one was tickling me. I let him suck me up and down.  I felt weak and
rolled off of him.

	I asked him, "Did I shoot?" He told me that he didn't think
so. I was disappointed, but I still felt good. We laid on our backs and
took in the after glow of our orgasms.


				 Chapter 3
				  My Turn


	About a week later I was jacking off in the bathroom at home. My
dick was sore from all the jacking I had been doing. I got the bright idea
to use some of my mom's hand cream to make my dick slippery. What a smart
kid I was. As I kneeled on the bathroom floor, resting against my heels, I
opened the jar of hand cream and smeared some on my hard boy boner. It felt
cool and slick. I started to pump my prick up and down. This was a new
feeling for me. I liked it very much. It was almost as if Ted was sucking
me, but I was doing it by myself. I thought, I could do this anytime I
wanted to. I wouldn't have to wait until I could be with Ted alone. I
started jacking faster. I closed my eyes, dreaming that it was Ted that was
sucking my dick.  Not my own hand jacking. Then the feelings started. I
reached down with my free hand and felt my small balls in their hairless
sack. I let my hand rub the inside my smooth leg.  I rubbed my hand slowly
over my waist, up to my belly. Rubbing up to my chest.  My tiny boy tits
were hard. I pinched them in turn as I pounded my prick faster, My
breathing became faster. The sound of my fist stroking up and down my
little dick made a wet sloppy sound. I let my free hand rub back down my
chest and over my tight belly again to play with my balls some more. I gave
them a little squeeze. I rolled the lose skin of my scrotum around between
my thumb and fingers. I let my hand fall farther down so I could touch my
butt hole with the tip of my index finger. That really felt good!  I had
another brain storm. I took my hand off my prick long enough to smear some
of the hand cream on my free finger. I reached back down and rubbed my butt
hole with my slick finger tip. I took in a deep breath. I continued to rub
my butt hole as I jacked off even harder and faster. I felt the ridge of my
gland swell. I felt the pressure build as my little boy testicles pulled up
into my body. It felt like my dick was on fire. Burning from the inside
out. I held my breath as I watched a few spurts of clear cum shoot out of
the end of my dick. It almost looked like piss, but it was thicker. It
landed on the floor as a glob. My body shook and heaved as I had my first
seminal ejaculation.  Things would never be the same again.


				 Chapter 4
				  Busted


	As puberty progressed, Ted and I started to get pubic hair. Our
dicks were getting bigger, along with our nuts. Ted really excelled. Our
sperm started to take on a white mess to it and it got thicker. We also
started to produce more.
	The summer of our thirteenth year we were in full swing of puberty.
I was jacking off three or four times a day. Not to mention the sex I had
with Ted, which was almost everyday. Sometimes twice or three times in one
day.
	I remember one summer day. Ted and I had been playing in the woods
and fields around home most all day together. We knew a lot of special
places to be naughty with each other. We roamed from place to place. Just
to come upon one of our previous hide outs was exciting. Knowing we had
been naughty there before.  This particular day, we sucked each other off
five times. At five different places.
	Sometimes if I were alone and Ted was not around, I would walk
around and find one of our old suck places. I would jack off alone there,
remembering and dreaming of the times we enjoyed each other's bodies at
that particular spot.
	One Saturday, Ted and I were walking along the creek. I looked
around and thought this would be a good place to suck 69. We had never done
it here before.  We would be hidden pretty well I thought. The only way
anyone could see us was from the other side of the creek. And besides, we
never saw anyone around there anyways.  We liked to get completely
naked. We would take off all our clothes and lay them together on the
ground to make a soft place to lay on. I was on bottom and Ted was on
top. Ted's cock was really growing. He must have been about six inches
then. But as we got older his dick would grow to be about seven or eight
inches long, while I was to max out at five and a half inches.
	So anyways, we were sucking 69. The sun and the breeze kissing our
naked bodies. The sound of the rushing water, calming. We were into our
pleasures, oblivious to the rest of the world, our eyes closed. We were in
no hurry. We liked to take our time and make it last. Licking and touching
was fun too.
	When out of nowhere we heard someone shout. "Look at those
queers, sucking each other's dicks!"
	Ted jumped up off of me. I turned my head to see two older teens
across the creek. They started to throw rocks at us. Calling us queers and
faggots. We grabbed up our clothes and ran away naked through the tall
weeds. We ran a couple hundred yards and stopped in a small grove of
saplings. We listened as we caught our breath.  Our harts were
pounding. Feeling safe and hidden, we rested and giggled.
	I asked Ted if he recognized the two older boys. He told me he
didn't.  I didn't either. I was afraid they might know my brothers and tell
on me. My fears were short lived as I started to get a boner again. With
Ted and I being the queers that we were, we finished our naughty task and
went on to suck each other off 69 in amongst the saplings.


				 Chapter 5
				High School


	Even though Ted and I were the same age, Ted was a year ahead of me
in school because I flunked the first grade. How stupid do you have to be
to flunk first grade? I wasn't stupid, I just didn't pay attention to the
teacher and I was the class clown.
	Ted and I had different friends in school. Which was probably a
good thing.  If we had been in the same grade, with same classes we might
have been a couple and we would have been found out we were queer with each
other. The way is was, was we were just neighbors. And our dirty boy sex
had nothing to do with school or our friends.  Ted and I must have had sex
a thousand times as we grew up. That's a lot of boy cum to swallow.
	We had different interests. He played football and I wrestled. We
dated some girls, but we didn't get any pussy from them. We always knew we
had each other to satisfy our needs. We weren't "Gay" in love with
each other. We were just queer boys.  We never even kissed. That would have
been too gay.
	We became fit young men. Ted out grew me considerably, to be over
six feet tall. While I was a mere five foot and a half. I can still
remember how good it felt to rub my hands over his smooth naked chest and
belly. His entire body. To suck his big cock.  To smell his scent. To taste
his seed.
	My mom and dad got divorced when I was sixteen. My mom and I moved
to an apartment in town. Ted's and my naughty boy play was winding
down. Ted would come visit me sometimes and we would go into my bedroom and
turn on the stereo and lock the door. We had never had sex on a bed
before. This was different.  I didn't go to visit him. His mom was a real
bitch and I didn't like her. She didn't like me either. My mom liked Ted,
so we could still be friends. I think my mom knew we had always been queer
with each other.
	After me and my mom moved, Ted and I only had sex with each other a
few times a year. I lost contact with Ted when he graduated high school. I
dropped out of high school in my last year. I moved out west and worked in
the oil field. Ted stayed in our home town and took a steady job as a
mechanic.
	I came back home when I was twenty. I had only had sex twice since
I had been gone. It was a three way with my boss and his wife. (She was the
first woman I ever fucked) Then again with my boss the next morning.
	I looked my old friend Ted up when I got back in town. We met at my
dads house. We drank a few beers and talked about what we both had been
doing the last couple of years. I asked Ted if he wanted to walk back to
the creek and check it out.  He was happy to walk with me. We walked to a
special place where we had sucked each other many times before. It was just
like old days. We stripped off and laid our clothes on the ground. I laid
on my back as Ted crawled over the top of me 69. It felt so good to suck
his big dick again. We sucked each other off that day for the last time.
	I moved away again. I learned that Ted got married a couple of
years later.  I started to have sex with young women and didn't suck a dick
again for several years.  But that's a whole different story.

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			       Steve Bubner