Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 09:35:47 -0500
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Joe - 1

This story is about the sexual experiences of two young boys, and it's
all fiction.  If this subject offends you, if you are not yet 18 years of
age, or if it is illegal in the place you live for you to read it - leave
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And thanks to all you readers who commented on my first story, "Benny and
Brian," in the High School category; I appreciate your comments very
much.  All such comments or suggestions are welcome.


EXPLORING WITH JOE


The summer I was 11 we moved again.  When I started seventh grade in the
fall, it would be my third school in six years.  We moved so much because
of my dad's job; he said every time we moved he made more money, so it
was a good thing.  I didn't think it was so good, though.  I didn't make
very many friends in the places we'd lived.  I was always a little
younger than kids in my grade, and I was a little shy anyway.

At least this time we would be in a smaller town.  And the house was
nice.  And my room was bigger.  I could see our big back yard out of my
window; that was pretty cool, too.

I guess my dad knew I wasn't too happy about the move, so about the third
day we'd been there he told me to go check out the garage.  When I opened
the door, there was a brand new bike!  It wasn't the ten-speed I'd been
pestering him for, but a brand new three-speed was sure better than my
own rusty bike.  I jumped on it and rode around a little, learning how to
use the gears, then pulled back into the yard to find my dad standing
there, grinning.  I don't really get to see a lot of him, but he'd a good
dad.  I stopped, ran over, and threw my arms around him.

"Gee, thanks, dad.  It's great.  It really is."  I kissed him on the
cheek.  Maybe I was getting too old for that, but this was special.

"You're welcome, Bobby.  And since your 11 now, and this place is a lot
smaller than the city, I guess you can do more of that exploring you
like."

And so I was off.  Yeah, I had talked about exploring the town to see
what was there and all.  Mom said I could go anywhere except out
Washington toward the mall by the highway.  Too many cars there, she
said.  That was okay by me; there was still plenty to discover.

That very first day I was riding is when I saw him for the first time.  I
knew there was a city park, so I rode over there and around the big track
that circled it.  Then I stopped to watch some older boys play a ball
game.  I noticed him on the other side of the field, outside the fence.
He was standing there by his bike, watching the game.  I thought he was
my age or maybe a little older; I was too far away to see that well.  All
I could really tell was that he had dark hair (like me), and good tan
(not like me), and he was wearing the kind of shorts I like to wear in
the summer.  They're not the kind that hang down almost to your ankles -
those are so hot and baggy.  They're the kind that stop before your
knees.  That's lot cooler, and it makes it easier to ride a bike, too.

He only stood there a minute, though, and then he got on his bike and
rode off, away from the park.  I wondered who he was.  I saw him one more
time that day.  I was riding around the square.  There weren't a lot of
cars or people, and a lot of the stores were empty.  Dad said that was
because of the mall out by the highway.  Anyway, he was on the other side
of the square.  But he turned off onto one of the side streets and
disappeared.

I spent most of the next day putting things around in my new room.  Not
all the boxes had gotten there at the same time, and a lot of my stuff
was late getting arriving.  I wanted to explore some more, but I wanted
my stuff where it was supposed to be in my new room, too.

The next day was Saturday.  Mom and dad decided to paint the dining
room.  I'd only be in the way, they said, so they told me to go exploring
some more.  Okay by me!  I decided to ride in the opposite direction this
time.  But there wasn't a lot of interesting stuff to see, just some more
houses, so I turned around and went back toward the park.  There were
some little kids playing a Little League game, so I watched for a while.

"Hi," came the voice from behind me.  "That's a cool bike."

It was the guy I'd seen the day before.  He was standing next to his
bike, a big grin on his face.

"Thanks.  I just got it.  I've been...riding around town."  I almost said
"exploring," but that would sound too much like a little kid.  "Just
moved here.  So I've just been, you know, looking around."

"Hey, that's cool.  We just moved here, too.  My name's Joe.  Want to go
exploring together?"

"I'm Bobby," I answered.  I thought, 'Exploring,' huh.  "I've been all
around the park here.  Where you want to go?"

"Let's go to the other park," Joe said, and he was off so fast I had to
work to catch up with him.  I didn't event know there was another park.

We went way to the other side of town, toward the mall but not that far,
and there was a smaller park right behind the hospital.  It had a
fountain, some paths and benches, and that was about all.  We stopped at
one of the benches, and I had to catch my breath.  Joe travels fast!

"It's hot," he said.  He saw me looking around the little park and
laughed.  "This isn't the good part.  That's over there," and he pointed
to some woods behind a little shed.  "I've only been out there once, but
it's really a cool place.  Kind of hilly in places, and a little creek,
lots of trees.  Wanna go?"

"Sure," I said.

"It's hot," he said again.  And he pulled off his T-shirt and tied it
around his handlebars.  Then he looked up and waited for me to do the
same thing.  So I did.  Only I looked a lot whiter than he did.  He was a
little heavier than me, but then I was kind of skinney.  He was taller,
too.  His black hair was cut close to his head all around, while mine was
longer and parted along the side.  At least it had been parted before I
went biking; it's always falling in my face.  I decided he was older than
me.

"How old are you," Joe asked, like he was reading my mind.

"I'm 11," I said. "I'll be in the seventh grade."

"I'll be in the seventh grade, too. "But I'm 12.  I had my birthday right
before we moved."

"My birthday is right before Thanksgiving, then I'll be 12."  So he was
older, but not much.  Same grade.  Cool.

"So, Bobby, let's go."  He rode off, but I had no trouble catching up
with him this time, because he had to get off his bike to enter the
woods.

It felt cooler in there against my skin.  That was nice.  I followed him
into the trees for a while, walking around and rolling our bikes over
roots and around branches, and then we stopped at some big bushes.

"Let's leave our bikes here; they'll be okay.  Come on; you gotta see
this."

I followed him through the bushes and heard it just before I saw it: a
creek.  It wasn't much of one, but there was enough water running over
the rocks that you could hear it.

"Hey, this is a great place," I said.  "How come there's nobody around?
Don't other people know about it?"

"Don't know, Bobby.  But there isn't anything else out here, even on the
other side of the woods.  Guess nobody bothers to come here."  He sat
down on a fallen tree trunk, and I leaned against a stump next to him.

We just sat there for a while talking about stuff.  About where we'd
moved from (he was from another small town), about what we thought of
school (we both liked reading and hated math), about our families (it was
just Joe and his mom; his dad was killed in a car accident when Joe was
real little).  It was really cool to sit there and talk to somebody so
nice.  I felt like maybe I was making a real friend.  I wanted him to be
a friend.

We decided to head back, but when he stood up he said, "I gotta pee.  You
need to pee?"

Well, I did.  He turned toward the trunk and unzipped his shorts.  "Over
here," he motioned with his head.  I stood right next to him, which was
strange, because I didn't like to stand close to anybody in restrooms.
But I didn't mind it now.

He pulled out his dick and began to pee.  I looked at him out of the
corner of my eye while I unzipped and pulled mine out.

"Aim high," he said.  He pulled his dick out a little more and pointed it
up.  He was bigger than me, but I guess maybe because he was a little
older.  And he peed all the way over the trunk to the other side.  I
pulled my dick out as far as I could -- which wasn't very far -- but all
I could do was pee to the top of the trunk, and it all ran down the side
we were on.

He giggled a little.  "That's not bad for a little dick.  Maybe you'll
have better luck next time."

I was a little hurt that he had called my dick little -- even though was
it was -- but I was glad he seemed to think there would be a next time.
Cool.

We spent nearly every day riding around.  We found the library and went
in to get the cards that our moms would sign for us, then went back the
next day to get books for the first time.  We had a race at the edge of a
parking lot, and he won two times, but I won once.  We found a place like
a dump with lots of junk around, but we didn't find anything really
interesting.  On the other side of town we rode up a big hill where we
could see really far, almost the whole town.  We got cokes a few times
and just sat and talked at the Dairy Bar.

And every time we met up (usually at the bigger park, but sometimes
downtown), we'd take our shirts off.  I liked that.  He told me once that
I was getting red shoulders from the sun, and my face turned a little red
I think.  And after exploring for a while we almost always went to "our
place" in those woods, just to sit and talk.  He was really smart.  But I
got good grades, so I guess I was kind of smart, too.  And every time we
went there, we peed.  Pretty soon he didn't seem to mind me looking at
his dick when he peed, because he looked at mine, too.

And we talked my mom into letting me ride to the mall.  Joe said if you
went to the side of the hospital and rode past some houses, then turned
down a street to a home for old people, then went through some trees, you
wound up at the back of the parking lot of the mall -- and all without
biking around a lot of cars.  Mom finally said yes, and that was another
time to explore for me.  Joe had been there once and knew the way, and,
sure enough, we pulled out to a street that went around the back of the
stores.  We locked our bikes at the bike rack at the side door and went
in just to look around.  We had to put our shirts on, though, because
there was a sign on the door that said you had to wear one to go inside.
There weren't many people there, but there were lots of stores; we just
walked through some and looked at stuff.

When we left, Joe walked his bike around to some big trash dumpsters and
was looking around behind them.  "What you looking for?," I asked him.

"Nothin'.  Sometimes there's stuff here is all."

The first time I went to his house for a while I found out what that
stuff was.  His room was big, too, and he had a lot of stuff, even his
own TV.  We had grabbed cokes in the kitchen, and he stuck a "Star Wars"
movie in the DVD player.  I copied him and kicked off my shoes and lay
across the bed next to him.  Our shirts were still off because his mom
was at work -- she always made him put his shirt on when he came in the
house.

I couldn't help but glance at him sometimes.  We were leaning on our
elbows facing the TV.  His arms were really brown.  Well, mine were sure
getting that way.  Mom said I was getting a pretty good tan, and she had
gotten me to put on some lotion before I went riding to keep from getting
a burn.  Joe didn't burn, though.  His back was so smooth and brown.  I
liked watching it when he was riding in front of me.  And then I noticed
he was kind of wiggling on the bed.  His butt was moving, kind of pushing
up and down a little.

I knew what he was doing, because I did it, too.  Sometimes at night I'd
turn over in bed and push my hips up and down some.  That would make my
dick get hard, and that really felt good.  Sometmes I'd keep moving
like that until my dick almost hurt, or it would make me want to pee.
But it still felt good.

I realized that watching him move against the bed was making my dick get
hard, and I began to move some, too.  He noticed it and looked over at
me, with a big grin on his face.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Yeah," I said.  I was kind of moving at the same times he was.  I mean,
we were going up and down at the same time, making his matress bounce.
We couldn't help but giggle.  My dick really was hard now.  At night I
just had my pyjamas on, but with my underpants and shorts down there now,
my dick was being pinched some.  I still kept doing it, though.

"You play with your dick a lot?" Joe asked, and we stopped bouncing
around.  When I remained silent, he said, "Come on, Bobby.  We're
friends; you can tell me.  I'll tell you.  I sure do.  A lot."

"Uh, yeah.  Sometimes."  I'd never talked about stuff like this with
anybody.  It was sex, and we didn't talk about that at my house.

"Let me show you something."  He got up off the bed, turned the TV off,
and went over to his dresser.  He pulled it out from the wall a little
and came back with something in his hand.  He hopped up on the bed and
sat next to me, crosslegged.  "This is what I found out by those
dumpsters one day.  This is really hot."

He put a magazine down between us.  He'd found some porn!  I'd heard
enough at my old school to know what it was, but I'd never seen any of it
before.  And I sure wanted to see this. I got up and sat next to him, our
shoulders pressed against each other, and he started turning the pages
slowly.

I'd never seen what was between a woman's legs before.  Oh, man.  It was
pussy.  I'd heard that from some of the guys, too, and finaly figured out
what it meant.  But I had no idea pussy was so big.  And had hair, too!
As he turned the pages, there were pictures of men doing it to women.
Fucking.  I wasn't allowed to use that word, but that's what it was.  One
picture showed just a man's cock pointing to a pussy.  I didn't know
cocks could be so big.  There was a lot of hair around it, and the end of
it was a really dark red.

With that, I realized I was getting hard again.  I glanced over at Joe
and saw that he was rubbing his crotch.  I knew he was hard, too, because
there was a big bulge there.  So I got crosslegged next to him. I wanted
to rub my dick, too.   No, with all those pictrures, I guess I really
needed to rub my dick.

The only sound in the room had been our hard breathing and the quieter
movement of our hands across our pants.  He spoke for the first time
since he'd started turning the pages.

"I gotta get my dick out."

I was all for that, too.

"Come on, Bobby; let's just shuck these pants."

I wasn't so sure about that part.  But he quickly pulled his shorts and
his briefs down and kicked them off his legs.  So I did the same thing.
I'd never been naked with another boy before, and it felt kind of funny.
And I'd never seen another boy's dick before.  Joe was hard, his dick
pointing straight up to his belly!  It looked a lot bigger than mine, and
it was darker.  But then, his skin is darker anyway.  The head of his
dick was just like mine, but bigger.  He started running his hand up and
down it.  I had my dick in my hand, too.  But it was almost covered by my
hand because it was so small.

"Let me see it," Joe said.  And he pulled my hand away before I could
stop him.

"It's not so little now," he giggled.  Then he asked, "Do you shoot yet?"

"What do you mean," I answered.

"You know, cum.  You shoot it out when you jack off.  But you have to be
old enough."

"I guess I'm not old enough, then," I said, a little embarrassed.  "But I
rub it in bed sometimes, to make it feel really good.  Is that jacking
off?"

"Yeah, Bobby, that's how you do it, but I think "jacking off"  means you
cum after you do it.  Doesn't matter, though, cause it feels really good
anyway."  He paused while he looked at my dick again.  "See, your balls
maybe aren't big enough yet, or something."

And he held his dick up so I could see his balls.  They were bigger, but
I didn't think by much.

"And you get hair, too.  See, Bobby?  I started getting some."  He held
his dick down, and I could see a few dark hairs there where his dick
begins.  "The balls in these pictures are really hairy, so I guess I'll
get hair there, too.  I mean, you will, too.  But I kind of like feeling
my balls when they're like this."

And he rubbed his balls with his hand.  I copied his movement.  It felt
really good to rub my balls; I hadn't done that before.  Joe knew a lot
of stuff.

His attention had returned to the pictures, so I looked at the pages
again, too.  We both continued rubbing ourselves.  Then there was a big
picture covering one whole page where a woman was opening her mouth in
front of a really big cock, and you could even see that the cock was wet,
with slippery stuff on the head.  Joe turned the page, and there was
another big picture with the big cock in her mouth!  Wow.  I wonder what
that would feel like.

"Wonder what that would feel like," Joe muttered, more to himelf than to
me.  He sat up straight and looked me right in the eyes.  "Bobby, I want
to feel your dick.  You want to feel mine?"

To touch him?  I really, really wanted to -- and to have him touch me --
but I wasn't sure that would be right.  Was it okay to do that?

He scooted next to me, so our legs were across each other.  He leg was
really warm on mine.  And it just felt all right for us to touch.  We
were friends.  Best friends, as far as I was concerned.

He reached over and took my dick in his hand, closed his hand, and just
held it.  I felt warm all over.  No one had ever touched me there.
Except the doctor, but that was different.  I felt my dick jump in his
hand, like it was saying to Joe, "It's okay for you to hold me."  I moved
my hand over to his dick, and I held it in the same way.  His dick was
hot, not just warm.  Is that how my dick felt to him?  But he was a lot
thicker than me, and longer.  I just looked at the wonderful thing I was
holding.  I moved my hand to feel those few hairs that had started to
grow for him, and then around and down to hold his balls.  They were so
smooth.  They felt like they were in a silk bag.  His dick was bobbing
and hitting the top of my hand, and so I held it again.

"It feels so good, Bobby.  Move your hand a little.  Not a lot, just a
little."

Joe moved his hand on my dick in the same way, and I felt a jump run
through my who body.  It was like the time I got shocked by a lamp cord.
But it was so good.

"Joe, it feels so good.  So much better than when I do it."

"Oh, yeah, Bobby, it's so much better this way."

I looked up from his dick and, for some reason, realized again that he
was completely naked.  It felt so...sexy...to be naked with him.  His
chest, with those dark brown nipples, his belly now poofed out a little
because of the way he was sitting, his thigh across my leg.  And his dick
in my hand.  I'd never thought before that a boy could be beautiful.  Can
you say that about boys?  But Joe was.  He was beautiful.

"Bobby, not so fast, slow down a little."

I hadn't realized that my stroking him had become faster as I looked at
his body.  I slowed my hand.  But I became aware of a new feeling in my
belly.  It was the feeling I got when I rubbed my dick for a long time.
It was so good; it made we warm all over.  I groaned.  It was his name I
groaned.

"Jooooe."

He was making sounds, too.  Like he was breathing harder through his
throat or something, like he was pumping his bike up a long hill.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah...Oh, god, Bobby...oh fuck."

The word.  But it was exciting.

"No. Stop. No. Stop,"  Joe almost shouted.

I jumped back; I thought I'd hurt him or done something wrong.  He saw
the look on my face and giggled.  "I didn't mean stop for good.  I just
meant for a little bit.  I don't want to cum yet."

He was going to cum?  I'd get to see it!  Cum!  His cum from his hard
dick.  The thought made my dick jump in his hand.

"Bobby, lay back on the bed.  Okay?  I think you'll like this. I mean,
you say no if you want to.  But..."

As I fell back onto the pillows, his hand moved down under my little sac
of balls, but my dick felt so cold without his hand.  He moved down
closer to my crotch to look at me.  I wasn't embarrassed about my
smallness anymore.  No, not for Joe.  It wasn't like in the woods the
first time we peed.  I liked him looking at me.

I jumped as he suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked the head of my
dick.  Oh, fuck!  What a feeling!  What was he...was he going to...like
in the picture?  My dick jumped again, and he open his mouth, hesitated
for a moment, then closed his mouth around the head of my dick.

Oh, the feeling.  His mouth was so hot; it was so wet.  I could feel his
tongue against my dickhead in his mouth, and I couldn't help but moan.
The pleasure was more than I had ever, ever felt.  He began to suck!
Like on a lollypop!  He sucked, and I couldn't help as my moaning got
louder.

"Oh, Jooooe.  Yea...aaaah. oh fuck Joe oh..."

He was sucking it in!  I looked down and actually saw my hard little dick
disappear into his mouth.  I could hardly stand the sensation.  I was
writhing on the bed like I was in pain, grunting.  I could feel his hands
move around to my waist, to the side of my butt, around to the back.  And
he held me tight against him as he sucked.  Sucking on me!

The feeling was back.  Oh, the pleasure.  It was all over my body.  I
felt everything -- hands, lips, tongue.  It was more than when I rubbed
myself in bed...

Oh fuck!  I was going to pee.  I could tell.  I had to...

"Joe, Joe, stop.  Gotta pee.  Don't make me pee in your mouth...gotta
stop..."

But he didn't stop.  He kept sucking.  I couldn't talk anymore.  I was
gasping for air, like the time I'd gone underwater.  I was pushing at
him, like I wanted more of my dick inside.  And then it happened.  A
jolt.  My body jerked, then again, hard.  I was almost screaming.  Then
another huge jolt, a stab from inside that I felt all over, but a good,
warm, hot...oh god.

Then it was gone.  Suddenly I felt so weak.  So very good.

Joe was still sucking on my dick, but not as hard.  I was about to tell
him to stop; I just couldn't stand it anymore.  But then he let my wet
dick slide out of his mouth, and he moved up, dropping his head on the
pillow next to mine.

When I could speak again, I said, "Joe...what happened?  Did I pee in
your mouth?  I didn't mean to...couldn't help..."

"No, Bobby.  It wasn't pee.  That's what happens when you shoot cum, only
you don't make cum yet so you didn't have any to shoot.  I did that
before I could cum.  Wasn't it good?  Bobby?  Was it good?"

I breathed out, "Awesome...fantastic...never felt anything so good.  Oh
my god, Joe, it was...awesome."

He rolled over on his belly and looked me in the face.  "Good.  I'm glad,
Bobby.  You're my best buddy, you know?  And we can have a lot of fun,
you and me.  Wouldn't that be cool?"

"Oh, yeah, Joe.  But Joe...you know a lot about this stuff.  Maybe you'll
have to tell me..."

"Nah, Bobby.  I won't lie to you.  I don't know so much.  I never did
that before -- sucking one.  I never even touched another guy's cock
before.  So I only know what feels good to me.  Maybe we can find out
stuff together."

He dropped his head against his arm.  And his voice was a little
muffled.  "Isn't it your turn now, buddy?  Will you make me cum?"

------

Well, this is obviously only the beginning of Bobby's explorations with
Joe.  There will definitely be more.  Maybe these explorations bring back
some nice memories.  If you've got any comments or suggestions, I'd love
to hear them: mikeangelo@mail.com