Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 12:27:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Chris Mac <cyberwizzer85@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris's Experiences - 1

	I guess you guys put in all the disclaimers.....Work of Fiction and
all, etc.


Chris's Experiences - 1

It was a little more than two years ago, back when I was 12 and Mark was
14, that we first discovered the pleasures we would share with each other
in the years to come.

Mark and I had been neighbours for over 10 years; I couldn't remember a
time when he wasn't right next door, or not a part of my life. His Mom and
my Mom went to High School together, so they have been friends for a long
time too. With my Dad leaving when I was just a few months old, and Mark's
Dad divorcing his Mom maybe a year later, our two small families ended up
spending a lot of time together. With both families being together so much,
and both of us being only children, Mark and I naturally became quite
close, more brothers than neighbours.

One spring Saturday night two years ago, both our Moms were going out, and
we convinced them that we would be just fine for the evening by
ourselves. After all, at 14 and 12 we hardly needed to be baby-sat. Our
Moms went off for the evening, and Mark and I amused ourselves watching TV
and nuking up some popcorn. As usual, too, we would sometimes give each
other a playful punch or shove, or try to pin the other with a wrestling
hold. Of course, there was also the occasional "accidental" brushing
against, or outright grabbing, of each other's growing boyhoods.

At about midnight we decided to go to up to my bedroom to get ready for
bed, since Mark was staying over for the night anyway. Both of us usually
slept in our briefs, so getting ready for bed just involved taking off our
pants, shirts and socks. This was usually my favourite part, whenever we
slept over, as I would try to get a look at what Mark might have hidden in
his white briefs. My 12-year-old curiosity would make me try to sneak a
peek, when I didn't think Mark was looking. With him being two years older
than I was, I imagined he would have a much larger version of my own
smallish package.  However, this time I didn't look away in time, I guess,
as Mark suddenly asked me, raising his voice a little "What are YOU staring
at, huh?"

I stammered a little, trying to think of some sort of answer, but all I
could come up with was a smart- assed "Nothing much, looks like!"

At my answer, Mark reddened, and made a grab for my leg as I tried to run
past him and out the door to safety. I thought I was safely past him, but
then I felt his hand tighten around my ankle and drop me to the carpet. I
squirmed and twisted as best I could, trying to get loose of his grip, but
slowly he worked his way up my leg and had a good hold of me around my
waist. I twisted away, pushing off with my leg against the bed, and managed
to flip him over onto his back, and I spread my weight out by lying
full-length on top of him. Both of us were a little out of breath by this
time, and we took a couple of seconds to lay there, rest, and contemplate
our next move.

As I lay there on top of Mark, suddenly I felt something stirring down in
my briefs. It wasn't only me either, I could feel Mark had stiffened up,
and his hardening boner was pressing against my own firm little dick. Being
unsure of what was happening, really, or what to do next, I rolled off and
tried to get Mark in a headlock. I didn't even come close to getting the
headlock on, when Mark had me held down and with hardly any room to
move. My head was down by his waist, and I thought I saw my answer...

My mind told me I might be able to kill two birds with one stone here,
since I had wanted to know what Mark's package looked or at least felt
like, and I wanted to get free from the hold he had me in as well.  So I
reached over, and found his still-firm dick, and gave it a good squeeze
through the white material.  Mark yelped, his hold on me loosened but not
completely undone.

"I'll show you, ya little turd!" he growled, as he tried to regain the
upper hand.

Try as I could to get away, there just was no escape from his stronger
arms. He flipped me over onto my back on the rug, laying at right angles to
me and across my chest.

"Grab MY dick, will ya?!" Mark said, as I suddenly felt his warm hand on
the skin of my belly, just above the waistband of my tightie-whities. I
felt his hand slide down, under my briefs, and I gasped in both surprise
and delight as he slipped his fingers down to my semi-hard, 3-inch
uncircumcised boyhood and gave it a good solid squeeze! I would have
thought that, after wanting this moment for maybe six months now, that I
could have planned what to say or do. But with the flood of warm feelings
coming over me, and Mark's hard warm body on top of mine, I just went
blank, and lay there for a few moments while Mark continued to squeeze my
dick, and explore the two marbles within my sac, too.

After a few minutes, although it seemed like forever at the time, Mark
slipped my briefs down and under my buttcheeks, exposing my now fully hard
penis, it laying there and throbbing along with the racing of my
heartbeat. Now more gently, Mark took my dick in his hand, and slowly
peeled down my foreskin, exposing my little shiny purple dickhead. Slowly
and repeatedly, he stroked the skin up and down over my dickhead for a few
minutes. I squirmed and twisted a bit, not so much to get away as because
of the incredible and wonderful new feelings I was experiencing, with
Mark's warm fingers caressing my rigid boy-dick. Nervously, I reached out
my arm, and snaked my hand inside Mark's white briefs, the warmth and
smoothness of his skin inside there feeling just incredible to me! Slowly I
moved my hand further in, running my fingers through those first few pubes,
until I finally found what I had been looking for, wanting, for the last
half year. I gently wrapped my fingers around Mark's full four inches of
rockhard boycock, and closed my eyes in sheer delight. My fingers slowly
explored Mark's full length, every delightful inch, all the while Mark
still slowly and gently stroking my erect and very happy hard dick.

As I lay there, delighting in the feel of Mark's hand on my cock, and also
the thrill of finally holding his, I thought that if his stroking my dick
like that felt so wonderful to me, that it should be equally wicked for him
if I returned the favour. Wrapping my fingers gingerly around his
throbbing, hardened penis, I began to imitate Mark's actions on my dick
with his . Slowly at first, I stroked it up and down, taking long slow
strokes. After a few minutes of this, Mark sighed, moaned, and got up off
my chest. Standing up, he helped me to my feet as well, slipped out of his
briefs, helped me out of mine, and led me by the hand over to the bed. As
we stood by the bed, Mark wrapped his arms around me, held me in a
fantastically warm embrace, looked me in the eyes and said "I love you,
Chris."

All I could do, speechless, was hold him in my arms too, hug him tight, and
kiss him on his soft, warm lips. I knew I loved Mark, we grew up together
and he was the closest thing to a brother that I had. But this was a
different love, not just the love of a close friend, or a brother, but a
deeper love, one I would understand better in the time still to come.

We lay down on the bed, both dicks still standing at attention, and Mark
turned himself around so his head was beside my feet. He took my leg, and
put it on his chest, the easier to see and reach my hardness, he said. I
took his foot, and did the same with his leg, and we both reached for the
other's hard and hungry penises. With brave new enthusiasm, we both started
to stroke the other , Mark's hard four inches filling my hand, his warm
loving fingers wrapped around my three inches of hard and happy boyhood.
With both of us being uncut, his larger dick was like a preview for me, of
where I would be at when I was 2 years older. I noticed a shine at the end
of Mark's foreskin, and I held his dick tight and pulled down all the way,
peeling back his foreskin to get a better look at his wonderful dickhead.
That's when I noticed the shiny drop of precum, all new to me of course.
With my thumb, I rubbed this wonderful new liquid all over his exposed
head, and I was amazed at the slipperiness of this unknown liquid. Unable
to resist, I also licked his precum from my thumb, savouring the new,
exciting flavour.

As we slowly sped up our strokes after a few minutes of our new experiment,
I felt a strange but wonderful tightening in my balls, a surge like
electricity in my hard dick, and I felt my hips pumping up and down and
quite out of my control. Suddenly a wonderful, exciting new feeling came
over me, enveloping me in a shudder of warmth, as my dick jumped
ecstatically in Mark's hand. I moaned softly, unsure of exactly WHAT I was
feeling, but knowing I loved it and wanted it to never stop. Mark continued
to stroke away, with me pleading for him to stop, in words, but NOT wanting
him to, in thought. After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped
stroking my softening cock, and lay back , his head on his pillow, eyes
closed, and I continued on with my attentions to his still-waiting,
throbbing dick.  All the while caressing his foot, running my fingers
lightly over his cute toes, I slowly began to speed up my stroking of his
anxious dick. As I watched his cock, a blur in my hand, I caressed up and
down the smooth skin of his leg, Mark moaning happily both from my caresses
and my faster pumping away on his pulsing penis.

Suddenly, Mark started to pump his hips wildly into my hand, his leg
stiffened on my chest, and I felt his cock begin to throb in my hot little
hand. As he thrust his hips out, he lay his hand on mine, holding his cock
tight and his foreskin all the way down. With a soft grunt, I felt five
strong pulses of his cock in my hand, and saw a mini-jet of white liquid
shoot out of his slit and into, and past, his bellybutton.  Remembering my
feelings of just a few minutes ago, I continued to stroke away on his
slippery-wet penis, holding on to it so that my fingers stimulated his
now-sensitive rim through his foreskin. Mark clenched his fists, trying to
stop himself from trying to stop my continued jacking of his peter. With a
big shiver and shudder, he finally put his hand on mine, and said "Whoa,
enough! Enough!"

I turned around on the bed, to better look at the results of my handywork.
I grasped Mark's now- softening cock lightly, and slowly milked out
whatever lovejuices might be left. I also took a look at the creamy-white
drops on Mark's belly, and ran an experimental finger through one,
marvelling at the texture of this never-before-seen liquid. I knew about
"cum", but I had never seen anyone squirt before, much less been
responsible for making someone shoot.

"Oh wow, that was AWESOME, Chris," Mark finally managed to say, "probably
my best orgasm ever."  With some pride, and happiness at my own and Mark's
pleasure, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and gave him a big, soft kiss
on his sweet lips. After he cleaned off with a couple of tissues, Mark and
I drifted off into a wonderful sleep, our arms around each other, enjoying
the warmth of our naked bodies next to each other. I knew, then, that this
was going to be just the first of many loving, caring experiences I would
share with the older boy I love.


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