Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2008 21:27:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Denny Brown <writerofiction@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy's Night In  Part 1

   Hey guys you know the rules.  No underage persons allowed to read this
story as well as everyone if your community has a law against it.  If you
don't like the rules tell your congressman.  Peace.

    They called themselves The Boys.  They had been the boys since first
grade.  Tad, Charlie, Danny, Ben and Mikey all had sat alphabetically in
Ms. Chapman's class the first day of school.  There they were; the first
two boys in the first two rows of seats with Mikey, who will fondly be
known as the Ref before graduation, seated behind Charlie in the first row.
It seems as if they were instant friends.  By the third week of school they
were eating together and vying for attention from one another on the
playground.  It was sink or swim for all of them right from the start.
    Charlie's mom was all into friends bonding and having her little
Charlie at home.  So by the time the boys had finished up the first six
weeks of first grade they were all over at Charlie's for pizza and an
overnight sleep in.  As I said it didn't take them too long to bond and
they were willing to give in as well as fight for the game they wanted to
play, the video they wanted to watch, or the food they wanted to eat.  By
Christmas they were known as the Three Musketeers plus 2.  On New Years Eve
their parents got together for a party upstairs while the boys settled into
Charlie's basement.  Ah, the sweet innocence of boys.  But that began to
change when they hit sixth grade.
    Charlie liked to help Mr. Brown when he was working outside.  He would
go over and lend a hand.  Both Mr. Brown and Charlie liked to be outdoors
and Mr. Brown welcomed the company.  He was single and lived alone.  He
didn't bother anyone and no one bothered him.  He went to work, took care
of himself at the Y, and took care of himself in bed.  He was happy for
Charlie's interest in his flower beds and small vegetable garden.  There
was an added dimension to their relationship the summer of Charlie's 13th
birthday.
    Charlie began a growth spurt.  In April he was 5 ft tall, no hair to
speak of anywhere on his body and his voice was still elementary school
high.  By Fourth of July he was 5'5", had begun to sprout hair around his
nipples, his cock and on his balls.  Besides that he was having wet dreams.
The latter something he did not feel comfortable talking to his divorced
mom about.  Since his dad was across the country he had no one to turn to
but Mr. Brown.
    Charlie and Mr. Brown had weeded the vegetable garden and went into
Mr. Brown's kitchen for a cold drink.  Mr. Brown took a beer and was ready
to hand Charlie his Moxie when Charlie asked him a question.  "May I have a
beer, too?"  "Well, Charilie, you know I can get into a lot of trouble if I
give you a beer.  You can start feeling guilty about it and tell your mom
and then she may ask you not to come over here any more."
    Charlie thought about that for a moment before answering.  "You know I
wouldn't say or do anything to get you in trouble, sir.  It's just that I
want to talk to you about something and I can't without having something my
mom calls truth serum."
    "Truth serum?
    "Yeah, when she has to tell me something she doesn't want to tell me
she gets a couple of beers down then she can talk to me."
    Raising his eyebrows Mr. Brown asks, "And you have something to tell
me?"
    "No, just ask you."
    Mr. Brown thought this over a minute and asked.  "Pretty important,
eh?"
    Charlie nodded and quietly said, "I think so."
    "Okay then," Mr. Brown said as he smiled.  "A bottle of truth serum for
the young man coming right up."
     Charlie was right.  A beer loosened him up to where he felt
comfortable telling Mr. Brown about his wet dreams.  He asked what they
meant and if they were dangerous.  Mr. Brown treated Charlie with respect
and told him as much about sex as Charlie needed to know.  "They didn't
cover this in sex ed class at your school, Charlie?" Mr. Brown asked.
    "No sir.  We don't get sex ed until seventh."
    There was a pause in the conversation and then Charlie asked the most
important question of his life so far.  "Mr. Brown, do you have wet
dreams?"
     Mr. Brown smiled and said, "Honestly, no.  I masturbate and that
relieves that pressure for me."
     Charlie's cell phone rang and it was his mother needing him to run an
errand for her.  "It's mom, Mr. Brown, got to go.  May I come back later
today?"
     "Sure, Charlie, you know you are welcome here anytime."
     Later that afternoon Charlie appeared in Mr. Brown's backyard.
Mr. Brown was lying naked on his belly.  "Hey, Mr. Brown, be careful you
might get sunburned."  Mr. Brown rolled over exposing his semi-hard cock to
the boy.  "Oh, hey Charlie, you surprised me."  Mr. Brown done nothing to
cover himself up and Charlie didn't seem embarrassed at all.  Charlie sat
crossed legged by Mr. Brown and began to pull grass as boys will do.  They
chatted a bit both man and boy recognizing an electricity between them.
Charlie's good size cock for a seventh grader began to thicken and
Mr. Brown's cock wasn't going down.  They talked about this and that and
then as if it was as natural as taking a breath Charlie reached out and
took Mr. Brown's cock in his hand.  Mr. Brown's eyes got wide and he looked
at the boy.
     Charlie looked back and began to stroke Mr. Brown's uncut cock.
Mr. Brown lay over on his back and Charlie followed on his knees not
letting go.  He stroked Mr. Brown's cock until there was precum flowing
like water from a well.  "Oh, Jesus, Mr. Brown thought.  This feels
outstanding."  He involuntarily began to rub the boys fully clothed back
and ass.  He rubbed his hand over the backs of his naked thighs and his
calves and the bottoms of his bare feet.
     Then as if both man and boy were possessed Charlie leaned further down
and took the man's cock in his mouth.  He peeled back the foreskin and
began to suck on the head and taste the sweet nectar of the pre-cum.
Mr. Brown gently pushed the back of the boy's head and Charlie took the
man's cock down his throat.  Mr. Brown would tell him later that he was a
natural born cocksucker.  His mouth opened wide, his throat opened up, and
he genuinely loved the taste of the man's cum.
     How long did the first cum take?  God only knows.  The friends were
pleasing each other under the afternoon sun and they weren't noticing.
Before they were done the boy too was naked and his cock was embedded in
Mr. Brown's throat as well.  Lying on their sides these two males in heat
satisfied one another for the first time.