Date: Thu, 04 Mar 2004 12:28:23 -0500
From: grassofhome
Subject: Childhood part three

The content of this story is completely fiction and has no bearing on
reality.  It is meant as entertainment and in no way encourages behavior of
any kind.  All parts in this drama are portrayed by people of legal age.  If
you are offended by strong sexual content do not read this, it will only
turn you on.

I was on line when a message came up on the screen from longeone8.  It was
Helmet.  He said he was sorry and that he wanted me to come over right away.
  I paused and realized that the reason I was surfing for porn right then
was that I was completely unsatisfied.  I first thought my basketball buddy
would do me. Then when Helmet came by I figured he would do both of us.  I
wasn't about to let him film me but wanted to get off in a big way.

Just as I responded to the instant message my CD burner kicked out a copy of
Finger Eleven's latest.  There're a new band a lot like Lincoln Park but
grittier.  I was wearing cargo pants and tossed the disk in a pocket.  I
looked for a nice shirt seeing how I had gotten sweaty in my Nike T.  Most
everything was dirty and it was hot outside so I went without a shirt. My
retro high top Conver's rounded out the wardrobe and I went up stairs.

"Mom, I'm taking a ride."

"Where to?"

"I'm just going to see if there is anyone who wants to shoot hoops."

"Take my cell and let me know where you land. I might be going out later on
to meet your father."

The cell went from the kitchen counter to my pocket and I was gone.  The
hole way up to Helmets I was thinking about where he might hide another
camera and would I let him photo me or not..  I hid my bike behind the
horned holly next to the pool and stepped to the double glass doors in the
walk-in basement.  I knocked but it was Greg that came to the door.  Man he
was tall.  He was also only in a towel and held a glass of wine in his hand.
  It took my breath away to see him like this.  I stammered a bit but finely
got out the words, "Is Helmet here?"

He shook his head.  "That was me on line, not Helmet.  I'm sorry I have been
mad at you for so long and I want us to be friends again.  I made us a
picnic for us if you don't mind eating in my room...naked."

I shivered with excitement.  I took note of just how skinny he had become.
He way now six feet tall and change.  I was still only 5'7"  I ran the back
of my fingers over his six-pack abs.  I brushed over the budge in the terry
cloth that hugged his hips. He returned the favor my running his finger tips
inside the waist band of my light blue boxer that peeked out of my shorts.
He then hooked me by the  waist band of both shorts and under shorts to pull
me to the room.  "Tonight I want to make up the past five years of not
getting it on with you.  I've been selfish and I just want you to sit back
and let me take care of your every need."

He pulled me to the new room he and his brother shared.  He turned and I
could tell he was about to droop his towel when I put out a hand to stop
him.  "Wait, I don't know how to tell you this but your brother tried to
take pictures of me the last time I saw him and I just want to make sure
there are no cameras hidden around."

"It's OK.  Helmet doesn't live with us any more because of that. He was
selling family photos of us on the internet.   My grandparents picked him up
two hours ago.  He's going to live with them for a while."

"Where do they live?"

"Hamburg."

"Hamburg where?"

"Hamburg Germany silly."

Greg paused to light a candle and I whipped out my newly burnt CD.  Scrawled
across the top with a pink sharpy was the word finger and the number 11.
Not knowing just what to expect I also pulled out my wallet, mom's cell and
my house key and laid them on the desk.

One of the things that always struck me about Greg and Helmet's room as a
kid was how neat it was.  The only thing out of place was an orange county
chopper shirt with the tag still on laying neatly over the foot board of his
bed.  The curtains, bed spread, through pillows on the little love seat, and
the cushion on his desk chair were all the same Chelsea blue with chevrons
of deep red.  Their was plenty of light from the two windows with the blinds
open but I figured he had the candles for the vanilla smell.

He stood me beside a plate of food on the floor and reached for his towel
again.  I asked, "should we close the curtains?'

No, their mirrored.  No one can see in and we have the house to ourselves."

My excitement was building and I started to pant at the anticipation of the
unveiling.  In one slow motion he opened his towel slid it down past his
butt , whipped it around to the front and spread it out on the floor.  He
smoothed out the wrinkles and patted the center of it as if to show me where
to sit.

I sat and he stood back up but not after squeezing my crotch.  He was
displaying his body for me.  My eyes went right to his package.  It was a
hansom, nice sized torpedo shaped shlong with a thin halo of blond hair that
crowned his dick like the amber glow behind the saint in the back of the
church.  I wish I had paid more attention at who that saint was now.  But I
was about to worship at different alter today.  His nuts were large heavy
and hung away from his body like Helmets.  His stomach was as flat as an
ironing board and one thick vain ran from the first row of muscles of his
six pack, down to his hip where it hooked inward towards his dick.  It faded
out just before his pubs and reappeared on the side of his shaft where it
wiggled and split ten different ways.

His chest was still flat and slightly squared off.  His Adams apple was
bigger than I had ever noticed and his calves were developing nicely.  Their
was not a hair on the boys body except some light blond stuff below his
knees and on the lower part of his arms.  He turned to show his only flaw.
He had a bubble butt.  It looked nice but just looked like it would fir on
someone else.

He started caressing himself.  He ran his hands from his shoulders to his
nipples and began masturbating them as his face expressed great pleasure.
His hips began to sway to the music as he moved his hands to his abs.  This
was when I realized he was giving me a show to turn me on.  He must know I'm
as tuned on as I will ever get.

He ran his fingers over, around and under his hefty dick like a QVC model
trying to sell you  a new toy.  He  stood right next to my face.  My breath
made his pubs move. I went to undo my shorts but he moved my hand away and
said, "That's for me to take care of."

His hands went back to his rod that was fully awake but still pointed at his
feet.  I also notice that when I'm that hard that my foreskin peals back to
show an eyeball.  He still had a good half inch tip as the blood pulsed in
his poll.  He turned to show me his ass and fondled his crack by reaching
between his legs and bringing his balls with him.

I asked, "How long are you?"

"I don't know."

"I mean you dick...In inches.  How long is your dick?"

"I don't know.  I never measured it.  That a Helmet thing.  I never cared
about how long dicks were, just how often I got to do them."

I watched as he ran his hands down the back of his legs and looked at me
from between his knees.  He stayed their for a while just loving me with his
eyes.  I interrupted, "You must have been drinking a lot of cock to get this
big."

"Don't tell me you still believe that crap about swallowing makes you dick
bigger.  That was a lie Helmet used to tell just to keep us from spitting it
out."

"No," I protested  "it works.  I'm bigger than all of my cousins and almost
as big as my dad.  It's all because I swallowed."

He ignored my commits and knelt beside the plate of food.  He went for the
peanut butter on celery.  He scooped out the peanut butter and smeared it on
to my two nipples.  He placed the celery between his lips and moved it in
and out like it were a child's dick.  He then put it to my lips where I did
the same as he fucked my tong with it.  He then put his tong to my chest and
started licking off the peanut butter.  I understood before where we were
going with this but now I understood how we were going to get there.  My
heart started beating out of my chest.  It took him several minutes to clean
my nipples completely and they felt raw, like I had been surfing all day.
He then pulled out another towel and laid it on his side of he plate.  He
took out the cool whip bowel and with his fingers spread it on his own
shaft.  He created a mountain of white that hid his flesh rocket.  Without
instructions I went to work.

It was a great game and one I had heard of in locker rooms but had never
dreamt of trying.  I dug in like a dog looking for a bone.  My bone was much
nicer to knawel on though.  Once completely unburied I started doing what I
knew.  I felt something in my soul that I had never felt before.  Was I
falling in love?  Having al that thick hefty flesh in my mouth and hands was
just so wonderful.  I was struck by how heavy it felt and how full my wide
open mouth was.  It was my instinct to close my eyes but I fought it
focusing in on the crown of blond pubs that now looked a bit red from so
close up.  I searched the rippling veins of his cock with my tong and probed
his piss slit.  It reminded me of the time we had to draw a topographical
map of Mars by running our hands over a Mars globe without looking at it. My
tong went over his mountains and valleys and found a huge sign of life but
kept looking for water.  I sucked, slurped and tried to deep throat him. He
pulled on my shoulder and whispered, "I'm not ready yet."  I thought, "How
could you not be ready?"

He laid me flat on my back and went for the Hershey's chocolate syrup.  He
once again went to the nipples and then ran a stream down to my shorts.  He
had cleaned off my nipples that were still sensitive from the last time and
started moving down my stomach.  That's when something embarrassing
happened.  I exploded.  I shot my load for the first time.  I wasn't
toughing it or anything.  It just went off.  My head came off the towel and
my hips bucked four or five times.

I informed Greg what had happened and he looked with disbelief.  He undid my
shorts and pulled them open.  Their at the tip of my still hard tent was a
dark spot on my light blue boxers.  It was the size of a quarter and had a
bit of foam on the cloth.  I put my thumbs under my waist band and lifted my
hips.  Greg did the rest.  He pulled them completely off so to leave me just
as naked as he was.  We took turns touching the few sticky droops and
rolling them in our fingers.  I tasted my and then Greg bent and licked the
tip of my six incher.  He asked, "is this your first?"

"Yes.  This is the first wet orgasm I have ever had.  And you gave it to
me."

He licked it again and noted that it was not going down.  I had him feel my
heart and said that I was pumping a lot of blood.  He said, "This calls for
a celebration.  He opened his apartment sized refrigerator and pulled out a
small jar of bright red cherries.  He crawled back to me and made a Sunday
out of my cock. A load of cool whip so high that I could reach it with my
mouth.  A big squirt of chocolates on the head and some nuts on my nuts.
Then a cherry on top.

He ate off the first cherry.  He placed on a second and I ate it.  It looked
like I might finally be deflating so he just dug in.  He lay with his hip
turned towards me so I began stroking him off.  The sweats proved too much
for him so he started scooping off globs of the stuff and feeding it to me
with his fingers.  I sucked on the fingers every time and never let loose of
his fleshy missile.

The only thing left on the plate were two carrots carved to the image of
erections and four strawberries.  He moved the plate so we had better access
to each other and we both dug in.  Having never completely gone limp from
the first cum I was extra sensitive.  I was building fast and knew I had to
get Greg to the edge quickly.  I tickled his ass and rubbed his back as we
lay on our sides 69-ing each other. He shock in ecstasy in my grip and a
second later I started.  We did not cum at the same time but our orgasms did
overlap each other.  The waves of pleasure I felt with my tong amplified the
waves I was feeling in my groin.  My head instinctively jerked forward and
them back.  My stomach crunched with spasms and my pelvis thrust in and out
of Greg's mouth.  He was doing a lot of the same thing to me but was being
rather loud about it all. The orgasm lasted for what seemed like five
minutes but was probably only 90 seconds.  We rolled away from each other
and lay spent and panting dizzy with pleasure.

Just then the cell phone went off.  "Hello."  it was mom.

"I'm at Greg's...Just hanging out"  With that I flopped my limp dick towards
Greg as if to point to what exactly was hanging out. ""Right now were just
screwing around, " I moved my crotch like I was humping the air. " but we
thought we would go for a swim soon...When will you be back?...What time do you
want me home?"

Greg whispered, "spend the night."

"Greg wants me to spend the night...Were trying to be friends again...I think we
can work each other out, I mean, we can work it out with each other."  Greg
giggled in the back ground.

"Yes mom...yes mom...I'll be home soon then."  I looked at Greg still naked and
wiping sticky sweats off his abs and thighs.  "She said I could spend the
night but no swimming naked and I have to come home to get a swim suit and
change of cloths.  Her and dad are going to the store for milk right now."

Greg offered to ride with me to get cloths.  He had never seen my apartment
either.  He got us two wash cloths and we stood at the sink mopping off the
days fun and checking each other out.  I dribbled water off his limp member
and he did the same off of my torso.  "So, where did you learn to do all
this stuff?"

He replied, "I was surfing the net with a friend of mine.  We came to a gay
romance site and decided to try some of the things they did."

" Is that who's testosterone you've been drinking?"

"I don't swallow often.  Were just good friends...not as good as you and I"

"Who is he?"

"Drake."

"Not Drake the Flake!"

I only had one more month at that magnet school and could not wait to get
out.  Blake only had one talent, he could sing like a girl.  We were doing
Emeal and the Night Travelers for our dramatic graduation.  He got the lead
part because of the high pitched songs and his small stature.  They put a
blond wig on him and made him wear tights.  All I had to do was make it
through this one more play and this last month then I could be back at my
school.

Greg tossed me my boxers.  I examined the crusty spot on the front and
turned them inside out to check out if I could wear them home that way.  I
decide against that and stuck them into my cargo pockets.  It looked sexy to
see my shorts hang down without seeing that accent of under shorts.  Greg
got the idea to do the same. He put on some running shorts without under
shorts but he hung out of them so he went with jean shorts and his new OCC
shirt.  He found his retro high tops, his were in school colors and in the
back of his closet.

We coasted most of he way to my house.  We went right to the basement.  My
sister was watching TV and my brother was in the kitchen.  They both said
"hi" to Greg as we walked to my room.  I locked the door behind me and
showed where I kept my money, where I hid my cigarettes and brought up a few
of my favorite porn sites.  He had me e-mail two of the addresses to him.

After looking at some choice meat on the net he was horning up again and
suggested he do me on my bed.  I told him that I had not yet recovered and
was still sensitive.  He asked if I would then do him.  I a agreed.

He dropped his shorts and sat on the edge of my bed   I pulled off his shirt
and neatly laid it next to him.  I went to my knees and pulled off the
shorts and let them land n a wad behind me.  He smiled at me with only his
shows on.  It looked like something on the net.  I had him at full mast in
minutes but it took a long time for him to cum.  It was dry again.  "it was
dry again Baby."

"I don't have wet orgasms yet."

"But you have more pubs than me."

Speaking through his pants he said, "I can't help it.  And what do you mean
more?  You are as bald as a baby down there."

With that I pulled my shorts down to the cock neck with out opening them.  I
sported my one hair.  "See."  He laughed.

He walked into the bathroom to piss wearing only his blue and gold Conver's.
  It was like seeing Helmet walk around the pool.  His dick waged like the
pendulum on a clock and his ass moved like two pups fighting under a
blanket.  He paused at the bathroom door where we had mounted a full length
mirror.  I moved in behind him and gave him a reach-around.  He waddled to
the toilet and I held his dick to point him to the owl.  "Why are you doing
that?"  he asked.

"Because your letting me.  Because I have never done it before.  I could
feel the piss vibrating inside his hose and used both hands to get the full
effect.  I shook it off but he was not quite done so I managed to send a
stream over the floor and up the wall.  We giggled and mopped it up with a
towel.  We stood in the bathroom.  Me in my shorts and him in only Conver's.
  We embraced and I buried my face into his chest.  This time we kissed and
it was special.  I wanted to kiss him.  It was a dry kiss but it was gentle
and personal.

As we separated he invited me to stay the weekend.  He told me that his
parents were going to the movies tonight and only Lori would be home.  Then
came the challenge.  Lets see how many orgasms we can have and how long we
can stay naked.  With that I scrawled a note to my folks telling them where
I was and that I would see them Monday after school.

This would be the best weekend ever!