Date: Mon, 14 Jun 1999 17:19:39 EDT
From: JustaBjPlz@aol.com
Subject: BJs Across the Street

This story is true, but there was some artistic license taken but not much.
As always my imagination gets into it and some of the events are bigger and
more awesome that they were in real life. The names have been changed. If
you should not be reading stories about boys having sex with each other --
DON'T!

B.J.s Across the Street

	Like many young men around the world, my first sexual encounter with
another person was with another boy. So many times it happens as our bodies
grow into adulthood we are blessed/cursed with an oversized libido to confuse
an already way too confusing time in our lives. And for many young
heterosexual men, the chance of having any kind of sexual contact with a
woman was completely non-existent. However, the chance exploring the
uncharted world of adult sexuality with a close friend of the same sex was
not too far out of reach. Sometimes, it was as close as next door...   or
across the street.
	Around the age of 12 I had discovered the joys of masturbation and it's
accompanying orgasms. In the beginning I found that I could not masturbate
enough, two times a day was not uncommon for me, but as a year or so passed, I
slowly found myself wanting more. More than just my own hand sliding up and
down my growing pubescent cock. I wanted to be touched by hands not my own.
My fantasies and the small amount of pornographic material I had were of a
heterosexual nature. The possibility of initiating a sexual encounter with a
girl was a completely unknown skill to me. Besides even if a willing girl
could be found (only God knew where) the chance that she would relay my
failed sexual advances to fellow schoolmates or possibly even to an overly
concerned adult, frightened me beyond my libido-induced courage. Thank god
for friends huh?
	His name was Billy (Not his real name but you knew that...) and he
lived across the street from our house with his older sister and parents.
Billy was about a year younger than I was. His sister was really very cute
but was three years older than me and therefore was completely out of my league.
But Billy and I were close friends. Sure, we had gotten into a couple of
scraps over the years and he was a spoiled little brat (partly because he was
adopted but mostly cause his folks were fairly well off) but mostly we had at
lot of fun, innocently playing around our neighborhood. Our playing, however,
was about to take a decidedly different turn, which was still just as much
fun, if not more.
	Two of the things that we enjoyed most in the whole world were
playing with our wide assortment of Star Wars figures and the other was
spending the night at each others houses, staying awake into the wee hours of
the morning. And of course if the two activities could be combined into a
late night of creating entire elaborate Star Wars worlds, it was a thrill
unparalleled.
	Well, Billy and I had sometimes talked about girls and the stories and
rumors about sex we had heard, but the conversations were never a large part
of our time together. They were enough for me to know that he too had an
active imagination and a curiosity about sex and sexual activity that resembled
my own curiosity. It was during this period of our friendship that I decided
that he might be open to the possibility of sharing more than just a
fascination with Star Wars with me. And if I was rebuffed I could always play
it off later as a misunderstanding and I knew he would never tell anyone
because that would ruin our parents' mutual trust of each other and with each
others sons. Consequently, our friendship would be forced to come to an
abrupt and permanent end. If I was going to try, two questions were poised
"When?" and "How?"
	Both questions were answered one night while I was staying the night
over at his house. It was a school-less summer night perfect for sleeping at
a friend's house. We had just eaten a pizza dinner that his parents had
bought for us and we were watching a John Wayne movie on television. We were
normally left to ourselves after dinner for the remainder of the evening.
Billy had a trundle bed set-up in his room for guests like myself which was
usually tucked away underneath a large table in the corner and it had been
pulled out and made up for me my his mother (who probably would not have been
as accommodating if she had known what I was about to do with her son) We
each sat on our beds wearing pajamas  ( mine were Star Wars of course and his
were Superman.) We sat there in the dark, snacking on popcorn, watching the
movie when there was a knock on his door. The door only opened slightly and
his mothers peeked her head in. I knew what she going to say before she had
even said a word, as this was a custom in Billy's house. She asked if
everything was okay and asked if we needed anything else. We made some silly
joke of course about renting a Godzilla movie and she gave us that humoring
grin only mothers can give. She told us to not stay up too late and please try
to keep the noise level to a minimum as she and her husband were going to
sleep. We agreed and just grinned as she pulled her head back through the
door's opening and listened as the door clicked shut behind her. It was then I
knew that night was going to be the night that I would seduce her son.
	We watched the movie and when it was over and there was nothing else to
watch on TV so I suggested we turn off the lights and talk in the dark. This
was an activity usually associated with scary stories but I had another
intentions in mind for us. He agreed and I quickly got up and turned off the TV
trying to do it as fast as I could before he could notice the tent that had
developed in the front of my pajamas.
	I jumped back on to my bed and under the covers. We started talking
about the day, his sister, school and all the stuff young teenage boys talk
about. After awhile I steered the conversation toward sex. We talked about
the girls we knew at school and who was dating whom and who was doing what to
whom (supposedly). The more we talked the more I hoped that he was getting as
aroused as I was.
	As we talked I slipped my hand under the elastic band of my pajama
bottoms and into my Underoos and slowly started to stroke my stiffening cock.
I found this very exciting as it was so quiet in his house and the lights were
out in his room and the sounds of my movements could be heard in the darkness
but not exactly what I was doing. Eventually, he had ask what I was doing I
told him nothing and he half-heartedly accepted that answer and we continued
discussing girls and sex. After a few minutes more he asked again as he could
still hear movement sounds coming from my bed, but this time I decided to
pull my hand out of my bottoms as he asked. When I did this, however, the
elastic band of my bottoms hit my waist with a small smacking sound and in
the clarity of the quiet there was no mistaking the sound. At that point any
denial would have been in vane. But I still wouldn't admit anything. So he
began to snicker because he had caught me.
	So I asked him, "You mean you don't have a boner right now too?"
	He hesitated, "no."
	"No way, dude you have to." I teased. Finally seeing my opportunity
with a possible easy out if I needed it. So I pursued the issue further.
	"Nuh-uh, just 'cause you got a boner doesn't mean I do too"
	"Nope, sorry dude but I don't believe you." I said jokingly, as this
was a part of a little game we played where I would act as though he was the
biggest liar in the world though that was far from the truth.
	He started to laugh and insisted that he wasn't hard. "I'm not... I
swear on my Mom"
	I paused for a moment and whispered to him in the dark, "Can I check?"
	"Check what?" he whispered back, though he had heard me, but he had
to be sure he had understood me correctly.
	"Check to see if you have a boner." I whispered again.
	He paused, thinking it over and finally whispered an almost inaudible
"Yes."
	I could not believe I was actually considering going through with it
and that he seemed actually willing to let me. I hesitated a few moments, but
soon found myself slowly slipping out of my blankets and creeping along on my
hands and knees across the carpet that separated our two beds. When I reached
his bed I could hear that his breathing had become slightly heavier from a
mixture of excitement and nervousness.  I knelt on the floor next to his bed
and slowly slipped my left hand beneath the covers at the edge of his bed
until I found his body and felt my way along his body to his waist. From his
there, I slowly started to ease my hand down along the outside of his on his
pajama bottoms until I found his young cock. Now, to this day, I'm not sure
if he had become excited by our earlier conversation or by the excitement of
having his best friend kneel beside his bed and slowly start to feel him up,
but when I found his dick he was hard and getting harder.
	"See I knew you were hard," I jokingly said as I slowly started to
massage his rock hard cock through his pajamas.
	A breathy "Uh-huh" was all he could manage. As he began to breathe
even more heavily through his teeth making a slight "Ssssss" sound with each
inhale and exhale.
	"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, afraid that I had taken advantage
of his friendship.
	"No!" he excitedly whispered and I could tell he meant it.
	From that I took my cue and vigorously began to message his hard boy
cock. Slowly, I explored its length and thickness through the fabric of his
pajamas as he began to gyrate his hips with each of my strokes. Even through
the layers of his clothing, the heat from his cock was warming my hand. Next
I gently eased my right hand under the blankets and sheets until it had reached
the same hot location that my other hand was now enjoying. Once there, I
gently unsnapped the small metallic snaps that enclosed my objective. Billy
made no attempt to stop me but his breathing was now in short aroused breaths
that told me he was very excited by the whole experience. Once his bottoms
were unfastened, I slipped left hand below the waistband of his underwear and
found his stiff erection covered by his soft boy flesh. I wrapped my fingers
around his shaft just below the crown of his cockhead sending shivers through
the body of my young playmate. It was a grip I had taken so many times around
my own piece of teen-meat. I began to ease my strokes as too not have him
finish too fast (before I too could be pleasured). I ran my thumb over the
smooth tight surface of his cockhead with each slow gentle stroke.
	 I again asked Billy if he wanted me to stop to which he answered...
	"whooohh,... no waay, dude...  keep goin'....  Whhhooo, SSsssss,
uhhhh... Uhhhhhn"
	I smiled a bit in the dark knowing that he was at least enjoying
himself  and didn't seem to have any hang-ups about what we were doing and I
continued my fun anew. After a few minutes of my slow hand job, I felt it was
time to move to the next step.
	 I slowly leaned back so that I was no longer leaning on his bed but
still close enough that I could continue stroking his cock with my left hand.
With my right hand I felt around in the dark tracing his chest and down his arm
until I had found his hand. Lightly I lifted his wrist and carefully pulled
it toward my own body. He tensed up unsure of where I was leading his hand and
and he froze. Now, I began to worry that I had pushed him too far. I let go
of his arm and stopped stroking his dick. I was afraid that he might freak-out
and run screaming from the room or worse.
	"Do you wanna stop?" I asked out of genuine concern. Though I was
enjoying myself, I had initiated our "playing" for our mutual fun but not his
sole pleasure.
	He hesitated for a moment, thinking about it and then resumed his arm's
course, reaching out until he had found my body in the dark. His hand landed
on my hip and traced around my abdomen until he had found my own rigid penis
which he tentatively began to stroke through the front of my own pajamas.
Once I felt he was actually comfortable again, I slowly began to massage his
throbbing cock also. Then he began to stroke me at the same pace only softer.
Now I could begin to teach him what I liked, and so as we continued, I began
to stroke him like I wanted to be stroked. Now it was my turn to gyrate my
hips and breath heavily, to let him know that I was enjoying what he was
doing to me. That idea worked better than I would have hoped. He grip
steadily began to tighten and move more assuredly. And after a few minutes he
did something totally unexpected. He pulled his hand away.
	 I suddenly thought either he was about to cum or he had completely
changed his mind about the whole affair. Instead he rolled over on his side
so that he was now facing me. With both hands free, he slowly and adeptly
grabbed the waistband of my pajama bottoms and unsnapped them. I just kneeled
there motionless completely stunned he had taken such initiative. He began to
work them down past my hips and legs, sliding his hands over my ass in a most
arousing way. Without saying a word, I stood up and allowed him to slide them
all the down. I stepped out of one of the pant legs leaving the other and my
underwear wrapped around my ankle (in case the need to get dressed very
quickly should arise). I then kneeled back down to allow him access to my
groin. As his hand began to slowly explore my rock hard cock and I began to
encourage him.
	"yeah, just like that..., I whispered. Mmm-hmmm... don't be scared,
you wont hurt me.... yeah, tighter..."
	"Do you like that?" he asked
	"yeah... a lot", I whispered.
	With that, his hand became even more exploratory. His grip tighten,
and his pace increased, he traced the edges of my dick-head with his
finger-tips, sending small electric shocks through-out my body. And once he
could sense that I was enjoying his touch as much as he had enjoyed mine, he
began to chart my cocks length and circumference with a youthful enthusiasm
that was only matched by my own eagerness to pleasure his cock in the same
way. For what seemed like an hour but was probably only 15 minutes, I knelt
there in the darkness next to his bed as we both learned what it was like to
pleasure another man's cock with our hands. Then it was time to try something
new.
 	So I asked Billy in a hushed whisper..."hey,..."
	"What?" he whispered back with a tone that meant he thought we were
done. Again he tensed up a bit.
	"Can I ... lick it?" I asked.
	He stopped stroking me.
	After a moment, he then asked me something that I wasn't expecting and
hadn't really thought of myself. A question so simple and direct that it
almost belied his age.
	"Do you want to?" he whispered back.
	I paused a moment to consider and said, "Yeah"
	"Um-kay" he said. He propped himself ups on his free elbow in an
attempt to see what he could in the darkness. Also, in expectation of what
was about to happen to him for the first time in his life.
	Cautiously, I pushed the covers to the bottom of his bed. Next, I
unbuttoned his pajama-top and stroked his chest. All the while trying not to
make too much noise, afraid that every creak of the bed or rustle of
bedsheets would wake his parents who were asleep in the next room (Just on
the opposite side of the wall next to which we were "playing"). Next, I began
to slip his underwear and PJs down from around his hips. I felt his the muscles
in hips and butt cheeks flex slightly as he lifted his butt off the bed to
make the removal of the garments easier for me. As I pushed them down his
body, my hands brushed the peach fuzz of his maturing legs and I found the
sensation surprisingly exciting. The feeling of his bare flesh beneath my
hands was extremely arousing and so I ran my hands up along his legs again as
I re-approached his crotch. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as possible
and remember the entire act as a gentle caring experience. I began by slowly
covering his stomach and hips with light wet kisses, encircling his heated
crotch where his rigid cock rhythmically bounced to the tempo of his pulse.
Again, I gently grasped his boy-cock in my hand and lowered my head and began
to delicately kiss the soft tender skin of his downy-haired covered balls. He
inhaled sharp little gasps with every touch of my lips to his virgin skin.
Very cautiously and thoughtfully, I inched my mouth from his balls along the
base of young penis lightly dragging my fingers along the other side of his
shaft opposite from my lips. I could feel him shake with little involuntary
spasms as I made-out with his dick. I expected him to shoot his hot white cum
all over my face at any moment but surprisingly, he was very much in control
of himself. Eventually, I reached his cock head and paused for a moment, not
only to allow him prepare himself but to prepare myself as well. I started by
licking the taunt skin of its head and traced its edge where it met the
shaft. I could feel the rise and fall of his tight muscular stomach with each
of his deep excited breaths. Then, when I could wait no longer and I slowly
began to lower my mouth over his hard throbbing cock. My lips slipped wetly
over the soft warm skin of his rigid penis.
	He tasted different than anything I had ever had in my mouth. It
tasted like my own skin (of my hand or forearm maybe) but different somehow.
He tasted almost powdery and a little sweaty but not unpleasant in any way.
It felt strange the way such soft delicate skin could cover such a hard rigid
core. My lips and mouth were wet with saliva and I began to drool down the
sides of his cock. My spit ran down his shaft and down to over his balls. At
first, I simply bobbed slowly up and down with his penis in my mouth. Dragging
my lips over the surface of his boy-meat. Then I remembered that what I was
actually doing was "sucking his dick" (good thing I had never it called "a
blow job") and steadily began to suck his warm, wet meat. While doing that I
tightened my grip around the base of his shaft engorging his cock's head and
tightened the skin as I had done so many times during my own jack-off
sessions. As I began to really get into it my labido took control. I steadily
increased my pace he began to move his hips up and down off the bed and his
hands began to grab the sheet in large tight fists. Once, as he lifted his
butt off the bed I slipped my free hand underneath him and grabbed his young
smooth ass as he landed. I heard him gasp as he felt my hand grab his
ass-cheek. I imagined that it was a woman's ass I had in my hand as I
massaged his tight cheeks in my grasp. Every so often I would have to take
his cock out of my mouth as my cheeks got sore and I would slowly jack him off
using the wetness of my saliva letting him calm down a bit so he wouldn't
blow his load too quickly.
	In the darkness I couldn't see anything but a slight silhouette of
his body so I didn't see his hand reach out and grab my arm that I was grabbing
his little bottom. I thought maybe he was about to blow his wad and didn't want
to shoot it all over me or perhaps I was starting squeeze his cheeks too
hard. What he did then was slowly pull my cock towards the bed. At first I
didn't know what he was doing but I slowly started to follow his lead.  I
shifted my weight so that I was still leaning on the bottom half of his bed
but I started to bring my lower half onto his top part of the bed. He led my
body so that I was laying down on the edge of the bed next to him. As soon as
my weight was fully on the bed he twisted his body and shifted his head so that
his head was perfectly aligned with my crotch as soon as I was close enough
he began to devour my cock along with all of the pre-cum I was leaking. I was
in shock. I couldn't believe he had done this. But there he was sucking my
hard cock like he had always wanted to. He was doing to me like I had just
been doing to him. He was sliding his lips up and down my shaft with a slight
suction, licking my cockhead all over and grabbing my shaft at the base
pulling my dick as far into his face as he could get it. He was doing pretty
good too only gagging when he went tried to get more than half in his mouth.
This was feeling far better than I had ever imagined. It wasn't too long
before he reminded me that this was a co-operation by thrusting his cock at
my face poking me in the chin. Of course he did this without ever taking his
hot mouth off of my dripping cock.
I returned to sucking his cock and we lay there in the dark of his darkened
room in a sixty-nine position sucking each other's boy-dicks. At one point we
both had to stifle giggles because we were making loud slurping sounds as our
inexperienced lips sucked hard on each other saliva soaked cocks. Sooo our
pace quickened as we began to get the hang of our new game. We began to face
fuck each other and grasp at each other's hips and asses as the orgasms
exploded from our groins. I had planned on cumming on his face or at least on
his bed but we were both so involved in our own climaxes we didn't even
bother to pull out of the other boy's mouth before we shot out huge thick
loads. I felt his cockhead swell and grow hot and then a hot salty taste in
my mouth but I kept on sucking, figuring it was too late anyway. I lay back
letting his cock slide out from between my lips. As I lay there in the
darkness I tried to look down the bed to see if he would stop sucking me as
well eve though I hadn't cum yet. He didn't. So I knew I should let go too
then, so I shot my load hoping he wouldn't mind since I had just done the
same for him. I stiffened up as that usual feeling deep in my loins began to
grow and my body tighten as he grabbed my ass as hard as he could as I
stifled a moan that surely would have woke everyone in the house. I could
feel what was probably the Biggest Load of my life shoot out of my cock. It
must have been a stream of thick cum as I shot my wad down his throat. He
gagged a couple of times but continued to gobble up my dick and he swallowed
as much as he could but I didn't really notice because I was lost in a sea of
ecstasy. As the ebbs of my climax receded he pulled his head off of my cock
as we lay there quietly. Slowly I got up and grabbed some tissues off of his
shelf. I handed him some we slowly cleaned our sensitive cocks which were
still hard (Ahhh Youth). Once clean we both put our pajamas back on. Then he
spoke.
"Well that was more fun than I thought"
It took me a moment to realize what he said. I sat down on the bed and asked
him. "Had you thought about it before?"
He giggled, "Maybe..." then he turned on the small light in the corner of the
room so he could see any cum on his bed he might have missed. He wiped up the
cum of his that I hadn't swallowed and did the same to his pillow where my
cum had leaked out of his mouth too. I just sat on my bed with my cock still
straining against my pajama bottoms. The he turned and faced me for the 1st
time and we both started to laugh. Both of our faces were covered with spit
and cum and he had little black pubic hairs on his upper lip. He looked down
and saw my boner still hard in my pajamas. He smiled and shifted the waistline
of his own pajamas and his boxers underneath so that his own wet rigid cock
popped out from his unbuttoned fly. I looked at his cockhead and licked my
lips. I slowly began to rub my crotch again. He unsnapped the top button of
his pajamas and walked back to the light as I started to slip my pajama
bottoms down once again. It was going to be a long night...