Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2011 12:26:51 -1000
From: Chris Parker <lavarock69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brian and Pete

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a teenage and
preteen boy.  If you are under 18, or offended by such descriptions, go
away.  If you would like to comment on it, please email the author at the
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Brian and Pete

When I was younger I had a friend named Brian. Our parents were friends,
and our families would get together once in a while. That's how I knew
him. He was a year younger than me, and we lived about 30 miles apart. Once
we had our drivers licenses we got together more often to hang out, usually
just the two of us. His dad made pretty good money, and bought him a new
Dodge pick-up as soon as he got his license.

Brian was better than average looking, but not model material. He was about
5'9", 150 lbs, had light brown hair, green eyes, and kinda thick lips that
looked good on him. We both played sports, but at different schools, so I
never saw him in the showers. About once a month we'd get together and go
cruise someplace, drink malt liquor and smoke cigarettes.

I never let on to Brian that I liked dick. We were both horny teenagers,
but I wasn't sure what he was into. I saw him checking out my crotch
sometimes, and he probably caught me doing the same to him. We'd never seen
each other's dicks, though.

I remember one night not long after he got his license (he was 16, I was
17) we were parked out in the country somewhere, drinking in the bed of his
truck. I asked him what we should do, and he said, "I don't know. We could
act like fags." Then he laughed kinda nervously. I wish I would have been
thinking faster, but I ended up just saying, "yeah, right," and that was
the end of it. Looking back, I think that could have turned into an amazing
night, and I blew it.

A month or so after that incident, Brian started going out with a girl. We
still got together, and one Friday night I went over to his place. His
parents and sister were out of town, and his grandparents were taking care
of him and the house. The plan was for me to spend the night and sleep in
his sister's room. He just had a single bed in his room.

That evening we went over to his friend Mike's house, who lived just out of
town. We went out to his woods and built a campfire, and sat around it
drinking and smoking. Mike had a little bit of weed, which I liked smoking
better than cigarettes. Brian was supposed to be home by 11, so as the time
was getting close he said "let's piss on the fire and put it out."

Mike pulled out his dick and pissed first. I felt sorry for him, because
even though he was 16 he had a pretty small one. It was cut, and looked
like mine did when I was in about 8th grade. Brian told me to help, but I
had just pissed in the trees a little earlier and had nothing left.

Then Brian whipped his dick out. I finally saw it, and holy shit was I ever
jealous. I'd seen a lot of dicks before, but his was the most awesome one I
ever saw. It wasn't super long (maybe 5 inches), but it was really thick,
cut, and had a big fat helmet. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He saw me
staring at it and grinned.

When we were back in his truck, I really wanted to say something about how
impressed I was with the size of his cock. But now that he had a
girlfriend, I was worried about how he might react. So I kept my mouth
shut. When we got back to his house, he came into his sister's room and we
talked while I stripped down to my underwear. He was definitely eyeing my
package.

The next day we went over to see his girlfriend Amy. We rode his
motorcycle, and I sat behind him with my arms wrapped around his waist. I
wanted to reach down and grab his crotch, but again I kept myself from
doing something I feared I might regret.

We got to his chick's house, and only she and her 11-year-old brother were
home. I'd never met either one before, so Brian introduced us. Pete, the
little brother, was a cute kid, average build, dark complexion, big brown
eyes, and shaggy brown hair.

Brian and Amy went into the house, and I assumed they were gonna make
out. I knew he wasn't having sex with her. Pete went into the detached
garage and I followed him. "What do you wanna do?" I asked. What he did
next surprised the hell out of me. He squatted down a little so his mouth
was right in front of my crotch, and made slurping and sucking sounds.

My frustration with never having done anything with Brian's cock boiled
over. I couldn't believe I said it, but I blurted out, "do it, boy."

Pete got a big smile on his face and grabbed my crotch. "Hold on a sec," I
said, and closed the walk-through door (the big garage door was already
shut). "You really gonna suck me?" I asked.  Pete opened my belt, snap, and
zipper, then pulled down my jeans and boxers in one motion.

"Nice," he said, as he looked at my dick. It wasn't hard yet, but sure
didn't take long to get there. He fondled my nuts, then went to work
sucking my cut seven-incher. It wasn't the best blowjob I'd ever had, but
it was pretty decent, and I was loving it. I did feel kinda weird having my
dick sucked by a kid that young, but I figured, what the hell? It was his
idea, after all.

After a few minutes I knew I was getting close. "Can I cum in your mouth?"
I asked. He made a "hmm-mm" sound (the 'no' type) with his mouth full of my
dick. "I'm gonna bust," I told him. He backed off and stroked me, and I
nutted onto the cement floor. The feeling was about an eight on a ten
scale, and I shot a lot of spooge.

"Nice," he said again, as he looked at my jizz. "You gonna suck me now?"

"I guess I owe you one," I told him. "Drop your pants."

He pulled down his jeans and tighty whities, and his dick was rock hard. It
was completely hairless, cut, and maybe four inches long at the most. It
stuck up so far it almost touched his belly. His tight nut sack held two
little eggs that were average size for his age. I'd never sucked a kid that
young before, but I did owe it to him. So I knelt in front of him, my pants
still down to my knees, and went to work.

I knew I was giving him a much better blowjob than the one he'd given
me. His moans confirmed it. I focused a lot on his helmet. It was a deeper
purple than I'd ever seen before, and as I worked it over his legs
trembled. I sucked his balls for a little while, then went back to his
pecker, easily taking the whole thing into my mouth. I sucked up and down
its length, then went back to work on his helmet. Before long he was
moaning "oh my fucking god." He grabbed my head and told me to stop. His
dick was throbbing and twitching in my mouth, and I knew he was having a
dry orgasm.

I pulled off his dick and looked at his face. His eyes were shut tight, his
mouth open, and he was panting. He collected himself, looked at me, and
smiled the naughtiest smile you can imagine. His dick was still twitching,
its throbbing helmet as purple as ever. I just knelt there and watched
it. He didn't even start to go soft.

About 30 seconds later he said, "do it again." So I did, just as good as
the first time. Within a minute he had a second dry orgasm that was
obviously at least as good as his first one. When it was over he held the
back of my head and pressed his hard dick against my face.

Getting him off twice that quickly was enough to make me hard again. He
looked at my cock and asked if I was ready for round two. But the more time
we spent in there, the better the chance we'd get caught. So I told him to
pull up his pants. and I pulled up mine. I took another look at my thinned
out spunk that was now just a wet spot soaking into the concrete, and we
went outside.

"You ever do this with Brian?" I asked. I really wanted to know. "Nope," he
said. I wasn't sure whether to believe him. Brian and Amy appeared in the
doorway of the house a couple minutes later and made out a little, then
Brian came outside. We hopped on the motorcycle and headed back to his
house.

When we got there he told me that he and Amy had been making out, but she
still wouldn't let him even touch her boobs. He'd gotten so hard he
couldn't stand it, so he told her he had to go to the bathroom. He went in
there and jacked off. We both busted up laughing. Of course, I didn't tell
him I had better luck with her brother. When I got home that night I jacked
off thinking about Brian jacking off, wishing I could have peeked in the
bathroom window and watched him. I would love to have seen how big that
monster could get.

I never saw Pete again. And Brian never said another word to me about that
day. I guess that means Pete never said anything to him about what we
did. I never saw Brian's dick again, either. But I've played the sight of
his fat cock and the session with Pete in my mind many times while jacking
off. Just thinking about it now makes me hard. I want to jizz.