Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 10:56:23 -0500
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Joe - 2

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EXPLORING WITH JOE - 2


The most exciting thing in all my 11 years had just happened.  I had my
first dry cum!  And it happened because my new friend was sucking my
cock.  So awesome!  I never knew anything, anything at all, could feel so
great.

Joe was lying next to me now, on his belly.  I looked at his tanned back
and his round ass.  I used to say "butt," but Joe says "ass," so I will,
too.  Joe is 12, and he knows lots of stuff.  I rubbed my hand a little
over his shoulder; it was so smooth and warm.

His voice was a little muffled because his head was on his arms.  "Isn't
it my turn now, Bobby?  Will you make me cum?"

I scooted down as he rolled over and spread his legs for me.  I got my
face right up to his cock; it was really hard, and it flopped to his
belly when he turned over.  I ran my fingers over his ballsac again; it's
so smooth, like silk.  I picked up his cock and touched those few dark
hairs at its base.

Maybe he thought I wasn't going to do it.  He said, "Please, Bobby.  But
you don't have to suck it if you don't want to, I guess."

"Oh, no!  No, I want to suck it.  I really want to.  But I did that...dry
cum in your mouth, and..."  I didn't really know how to say it.

"You don't want me to cum in your mouth?"

"No, it's not that, either.  I mean, what I really want is to see you
shoot your cum, like you told me.  I really want to see that."

He raised up on his elbows and grinned at me.  Fuck, when he does that it
really makes me feel good.  "That's fine, Bobby.  Look, you just suck me
for a while -- see, I really want that, too.  I've never been sucked
before.  And when I feel like I'm about to cum, I'll tell you, and you
can take it out.  But please suck it for a little bit."

"Oh, yeah, I want to.  Thanks, Joe.  I just think seeing a cock shoot the
cum out would be so cool."

He lay back down.  "Just remember, when I say take it out, you hold it
straight up and start jacking me, like I showed you.  And when I start to
cum, don't stop or slow down.  Okay?  I'll tell you when to stop."

My mouth was at his cock before he was finished speaking.  I licked at
his cockhead first, just to see what it tasted like.  It was warm, but it
really didn't have a taste.  So I licked all over the cockhead, and that
made him groan real loud, so I knew he liked that.  But I really wanted
to suck, so I opened my mouth real wide and put his cock -- well, part of
it -- in, and I started to suck on it.  Oh, fuck, it was so good.  It was
hot, and it was hard, but the skin was real soft.  And the skin moved a
little bit when I sucked.

"Oh, Bobby, Bobby...that is so fucking good."

It made me happy to hear him say that.  So I sucked just a little bit
more into my mouth and had to move my tongue over to do it.  I sort of
licked his cockhead when I did that, and he jumped a little and groaned
again.  So I kept moving my tongue sort of back and forth when I sucked.
He started wiggling and pushing his dick at me.  I was afraid I might
choke or something if I got too much of it in my mouth, so I pulled back
until just his cockhead was inside me, but then I decided I could take a
little more than that, so I moved back down on his cock a little.  Boy,
did that make him moan!

I wasn't sucking too fast, because I wanted this to last a while, and I
knew he really wanted to cum. The way he was moving around meant he was
really getting close, I think.  I moved his cock in and out of my mouth
some more, but I did it a little faster, because he seemed to like it
that way.

But now I could taste something.  It was something different, not bad
just different.  He said he would tell me when he would cum, so it wasn't
that, and I knew it wasn't pee.  I never told Joe, but I tased just a
little of my pee once. I pulled back up and let his cock drop, and he
raised his head to see why.

"There's something...What is this from your pee hole, Joe?"

He grinned.  "Man, that's precum.  And it's great stuff.  See, you get
some of it before you're ready to cum.  I guess I should have told you,
but I forgot.  Let me show you."

He sat up and crossed his legs, and I scooted up close to him.  He took
his cock and stroked it a few times, and he pointed to the drop of that
stuff in his pee hole.  His cockhead was wet from my spit, but I could
tell this was something different.  He touched it and then licked his
finger.

"I like to lick it, Bobby.  It tastes, well, it tastes pretty good.  And
it's really slippery on my tongue, you know, smooth.  You try it."

He stroked his cock some more, and another drop appeared.  But he kept
stroking, and the drop got larger.  He held his finger under it, and the
drop fell real slowly onto his finger, but without all of it leaving his
cock.  I mean, there was a string of it from his cock to his finger.  He
stroked again, then slowly stroked up from the base of his dick while
pressing on his dick, and lots more came out.  When a lot of it was on
his finger, he just touched it to his tongue, grinned, and held his
finger out to me.

I didn't even think twice.  I just leaned in and took his whole finger in
my mouth and sucked it just like it was his dick.  Wow, it was good.
Maybe a little salty and something else, but not bad.  And it was slick
on my tongue.  I moved my tongue around on the back of my teeth, and it
felt so nice.

He lay back down and let his cock spring up again.  "There's more in
there if you want it," he grinned.  "I usually get a lot."

So I went right back down on it.  I could taste it better now, and my
tongue spread it all around his cockhead.  Oh, wow, it was so smooth.  I
started sucking more and took a little more of his dick into me.  I
really liked this!  It was so hot that he was wiggling around again.  I
had a cock in my mouth!  And it was his, my best friend's!  And I was
making him wiggle like that!

"Ooo...fuck, Bobby, yeah, yeah...  Oh god!  Stop now.  Stop. Stop..."

I took his cock out of my mouth and did what he said.  I held it so it
was straight up toward the ceiling, and I started to jack him off.  But
it was different than when we had done that to each other before.  His
dick was really wet, and it had that precum.  It was so smooth.  His cock
was so big, and I could feel it beating like a heart in my hand.

He started wiggling again, and moaning.  Then it was kind of a whisper,
"Fuck yeah...fuck yeah.. Bobby... buddy...oh yeah..."  But then he
started to kind of grunt and push his cock into my hand.  "Faster,
Bobby!  Do it faster!"

My hand was getting a little tired, but I didn't mind that at all.  I
kept my eyes glued on his dark, hard cock, waiting.

"Oooo...Bobbyyyy...gonna cum soon..."

I could feel his cock get even bigger in my hand!  And his cockhead
looked like it was about to bust.  More of that precum oozed out, but it
was a little faster, like you'd turn a faucet on just a little.  Then Joe
grunted real loud, like I'd hurt him bad or something, but I knew I
hadn't.  I was supposed to keep jacking him, so I did, even a little
faster.

"Aagggg...uuuuu..."

His cock jumped once in my hand, and then, when it jumped again, it shot
out a lot of cum.  Oh my god, it shot straight up in the air, like a long
stream of it!  I remembered to keep stroking.  I watched that long stream
start to fall back, but before it landed on his belly, another stream
shot out of his cock as it jumped again -- straight up, just like the
first one.  Oh my god...  He shot again, but it wasn't as much, then
there was another one a little bigger.  The noises he was making...  So
much cum...  A little more came out and landed on my hand.  It was almost
hot.  I remembered to keep stroking.  There was a little more that just
sort of oozed out.

"Ooooo Bobby, stop now...can't take it..."

I let his cock fall back.  When I looked at his face, his eyes were
closed, and he was real still, like he was asleep, except he was
breathing real hard.  I think it was sort of like what I had felt after I
did my dry cum.  That made me smile.  If I'd made him feel as he as he'd
made me feel...well, I was glad.

Then I looked at his beautiful body.  Yes, beautiful.  I'd never said
that to Joe, because I didn't know if he'd like it, but that's what I
thought to myself.  On his chest, starting at his left shoulder, there
was a string of cum that went all the way down to his belly button.
There was a puddle of it right in the middle of his belly, some more
running down his side, and more at the base of his cock, covering those
little hairs.  There was some on the back of my hand.

I didn't even think about it.  I put my finger in that puddle of cum on
his belly, then licked it.  It was strong, more than precum.  It was
salty.  But I didn't think it tasted bad.  I glanced at Joe to see if he
had seen me do it.  He had.  He was grinning.  He reached down for my
hand and licked all the cum off of it, not just what was on my finger but
all that had run off onto the back of my hand.  All of it!

"I like it," he said, simply.  "Good."

"You...you eat it?"  I don't really know why I said that.  I'd just eaten
a little, but he'd cleaned my whole hand off!

"I started licking some of it, and just decided it was okay.  Really,
kind of...sexy, you know?"

So I took several fingers, ran them through the puddle of cum and got
almost all of it.  Then I licked my fingers off.  Oh, wow.  This is the
cum that shot way up out of my best friend's cock, and I was eating it!
I got some more, just as he reached down, too, for that long stream.
Then I got an idea.  This would be really wild.  I scooted back down and
started licking the rest of his cum off his dick.  His dick was still
hard, and he groaned with each lick.

"Oh...Bobby.  Great, Bobby... But I can't take it yet, please.  No."

I stopped, but he was smiling at me, so I knew he wasn't mad.  It wasn't
his usual grin, either.  Just a smile.  It was different.  And I liked
that.

I lay back down beside him.  We just lay there for a little bit, and
maybe I even started to go to sleep.  I heard a car door slam, and Joe
jumped up.

"Oh, shit.  Oh, fuck!  That's my mom!  Get up -- we gotta get dressed!"

I jumped up, too, and got my briefs and shorts from the floor and pulled
them on.  When I looked over at Joe, he was wiping the cum off his chest
and his dick with a sock.

"Don't worry, she won't come up here.  She can't.  But I need to do down
and help carry stuff in; she'll be looking for me."  He pulled his shorts
up and got his T-shirt.  "Don't forget your shirt," he said.

He went out the door and down the stairs, and I followed him.  His mom
was in the kitchen with a sack from the store.

"Hi, honey," she said.  "Thanks, I'd like the help -- there's more in the
trunk.  Hi, Bobby."

I flushed.  Sometimes I turn red at really bad times.  Shit.  But I guess
she didn't notice, and I followed Joe outside.  As we got sacks out of
the car, I asked him, "What did you mean, she can't come up?"

"Oh, it's her hip.  Hurts her.  She never comes up.  Upstairs is just my
room, the bathroom, and that big closet.  After the movers left the stuff
up there, mom said we'd just leave some of it packed up, and if she
wanted any of it I could bring it down to her.  Her bedroom's
downstairs."  We carried the sacks toward the house.  "So it's my job to
clean up the bathroom and my room so she doesn't have to."

"That's cool," I said.  "I mean, not about your mom, but that you have
the whole upstairs."

We carried in one more load, then I had to head home for supper.  I had a
hardon all the way.  When I got home, mom sent me to the bathroom to wash
my hands, so I did.  But jacked off first.  I thought I was going to fall
down when it happened, the dry cum.  Oh, man.  That is so, so, so cool.

And when I went to bed later, I jacked off again.  Joe said he didn't
think it was jacking off until you could shoot the cum out, but I wanted
to call it that anyway.

The next morning, mom called me to the phone.

"Hey, dude!  How's the dick?"

"Shhhh!  Shut up. Somebody'll hear you."

"Hey, sorry.  Your mom's not listening or anything is she?  And my mom's
at work."

I giggled.  "Okay, so it's fine.  Maybe a little red (I whispered that),
but fine."

"Hey, I forgot all about it yesterday.  You going to the fireworks on the
Fourth?"

"Yeah," I said.  "Mom is going to take me.  Dad's out of town again,
and she wants to see it, too, since this is our first Fourth here."

"Great.  My mom wants to go, too.  Hey, maybe we can go together.  I'll
have my mom call your mom when she gets home from work.  Okay?"

"Sure, Joe.  Hey, I'd like that."

"So what about the parade that morning?" he asked.

"Yeah, I thought we'd go.  I want to see it, too."  The "we" meant Joe
and me.  I guess I just assumed, since we biked all over town, that we'd
bike downtown to watch it.

"Nah, not see it.  Be in it!  You heard about the contest?"

I hadn't, so he told me there was a best-decorated-bike-in-the-parade
contest, with prizes.  One of the catagories was 11 to 14 year olds, and
that was us, 11 and 12.

"Why don't you come over this afternoon, and we can talk about how we'll
decorate."

I agreed, then told mom Joe's mom would be calling later.  She thought
that would be nice, the four of us going together.

After lunch, I biked over to Joe's, and he was out in the garage, looking
over his bike.  We went inside, and he showed me a lot of stuff his mom
had in her workroom for sewing and crafts and things.  We decided we'd
buy some red and white crepe paper -- it's not that expensive -- to run
through the spokes and run around the frame.  Maybe we could use some of
her material to make little banners or something.  He said we'd have to
ask what we could use.

It was Thursday, and the parade and fireworks were Saturday, the parade
in the morning.  So tomorrow we'd decorate.  We rode out to the mall and
got the crepe paper, came back, and just loafed around until his mom came
home.  She told us we could use some felt for our banners.  But I'd had
an idea.

"Why don't we decorate ourselves, too?"

"Ourselves?" Joe asked.  "What, with crepe paper?"

"No, with other stuff.  There's some posterboard in there.  We could be
Uncle Sam and Abraham Lincoln.  Make hats out of the posterboard and
beards out of the felt."  I'd been thinking this up all afternoon, and I
was kind of proud of the idea.

"Hey, cool!  Mom, can we use that stuff?  Hey, that's really cool,
Bobby!"

She helped us go over some more of her supplies, and showed us how to
make the hats using tape, and how to make a black beard with felt and
fasten it on with tape.  But she said that Uncle Sam's beard could be
posterboard covered with cotton balls.  That would be cool.

The next day was for decorating.  We spent the morning getting the bikes
done, and that part wasn't too hard.  But the other part was harder.  We
had to cut the posterboard just right to fit our heads, then tape a brim
on.  He was going to be Lincoln, so that was just plain black.  I was
going to be Uncle Sam, so I used white, but used magic markers to make
red, white and blue stripes on it.  And my beard was a pain to make.  But
we got it done.

"We ought to dress special, too," he said.  "What do you have that's red,
white, and blue?"

"Well, I have blue jeans, I guess.  I know -- and I have a red sweater
with big white stripes around it.  I never wear it anymore, cause it's
too little, but I think I can still get it on.  You should wear all
black."

We left it at that.  I left my bike in his garage and walked home so I
wouldn't mess the bike up.

I showed up at his house at 9:00 the next morning.  The parade started at
11:00, but we needed to be there at 10, and we wanted to make sure
everything worked okay.  I carried my clothes with me -- that sweater was
too hot for the Fourth of July!  I got a surprise when I went in their
house.  Joe was standing there in a black suit, a white shirt, and a big
black bow tie made out of some shiny black material.

"Oh, s..." I'd almost said it!  "...oot!  That's so cool."

"Yeah, I talked mom into letting me wear my suit, but I have to pin back
the leg so it doesn't get in the chain, and I have to come straight home
and change.  And she made this old fashioned bow tie for me!  You can
call me 'Mr. President!"  We laughed.

His mom made some adjustments on both of us, and we got to the place
where we were supposed to meet up in plenty of time.  They showed us how
we were supposed to line up and took our names down.

The parade was so cool!  The bikes followed the band, almost at the very
beginng of the parade.  Joe and I decided we'd ride next to each other,
even though they'd said to ride single file.  And we saw our moms
standing together on the square.  When we got to the place where the
parade ended, we ran back to the platform where prizes were going to be
given out.  There were a lot of boring speeches for a while, but then
they got to the prizes.

We won first prize!  First prize!  They thought we went together, since
we rode together, so they gave us both first prize!  We went up on the
platform, and they gave us a $25 gift certificate from the mall, and
everybody clapped for us.  When we got down, people came over and said
stuff to us, and one lady asked if we were brothers.  Wierd, maybe, but
that made me feel just as good as winning first prize!

We each went home, after we said we'd see what to do about the prize
later.  I was so sweaty from that sweater!  After I took a shower and we
ate some sandwiches, I just read for a while.  And I thought about how
cool that was to be in a parade.  And what that lady said.

After supper, we got ready for the fireworks, and Joe and his mom came by
to pick us up.  The fireworks were at the city park, around a lake in the
middle.  We got there early enough that Joe and I could wander around and
we got some popcorn.  Our moms had brought lawn chairs for them and a
blanket for us to sit on.  We talked them into letting us go over to a
little shed right at the edge of the lake where we would be almost right
under the fireworks.

We spread the blanket out and leaned against the shed.  We talked about
the parade and the prize.  We decided that we'd go to the mall together
and buy two things, one for each of us, if we each found things that
didn't cost more that $12.50.  Or we would buy one thing that would
belong to both of us.  We'd try that tomorrow afternoon.

When the fireworks started, we pulled the blanket out a little, away from
the shed, and we were right -- it looked like we were almost right under
the fireworks.  They had a lot of them, and they were big and loud. It
was so cool!  And it was cool that we were lying down on the blanket with
our legs and shoulders touching.  Joe had moved over a little when it all
started.  When there was a big bang, we'd both jump a little.  Pretty
soon, with all moving against each other -- or maybe just because we were
so close -- I had a hardon.  I looked over, and I could see that Joe did,
too.

When they were over, on the way back to meet our moms at the car, Joe
whispered, "Are you going to stroke your dick when you go to bed
tonight?"

"I sure am!" I said.  "I...I wish we could do it together again."

"We will," he said with that grin.

Well, we wound up with a DVD from the mall, and to celebrate our getting
a prize, we got the okay from our moms for me to stay overnight at Joe's
house.  We'd watch the movie, have some popcorn, and make it a
celebration party.

Monday morning I packed things to take over with me.  I stopped when I
thought about what to wear to bed.  What did he wear?  I wore some short
pyjamas with a top in the summertime, sometimes without the top.  Did he
wear something like that, or maybe his briefs?  I didn't want to look
like a baby in pyjamas if he wore his briefs.  I wound up packing those
short bottoms under everything else; I'd wait and see what he wore, then
I'd wear the same thing.

I went over for supper, and we washed the dishes afterwards.  His mom
popped the corn for us but asked us to be as quiet as we could, since she
had to be a work early in the morning.  She'd let us sleep in, and we
could find stuff for breakfast when we got up.

When we got upstairs, Joe put the DVD in and set the popcorn on the bed.
We sprawled out on our bellies watching the TV and being careful not to
spill the cokes on the bed.  Our legs were touching.  The movie was too
long for me.  All I could think about was going to bed.  Sleeping in the
same bed -- this bed -- with Joe.  I had a hardon for most of the movie.
I wondered if Joe did.

When the movie was over, he took it out of the DVD player, and I could
see that he did have a hardon, all right.  He looked down at his bulge,
then looked at me and grinned.

"I gotta pee.  You need to?"

"Yeah."

"I take a shower before I go to bed," he said.  "When do you shower?"

"Well, usually in the morning."

"Well, you want to shower tonight?" he asked.  "With me?"  Oh, that grin!

I flushed hot.  "You mean...together?"

"Fuck, yeah!  We'll have to do it quiet, Bobby.  Mom won't think anything
of the shower running, since I always do it at night, but it's right over
her bathroom downstairs, so we'll have to do it quiet."

"Oh, yeah.  We'll be quiet."  Oh, boy, I thought.  A shower with a naked
Joe?  I was so fucking hard now!

Joe stripped and put his clothes away.  I stripped; I was no longer the
least bit shy about being naked around him.  But I waited to see what he
would put on to walk to the bathroom.

"Come on," he said, and he turned to leave the room.

"Wait a minute!" I whispered.  "Naked? You're going to walk out there
naked?"

"Do it all the time, Bobby.  She doesn't come upstairs, remember?  And
she can't see if she wants to call up to us, because the stairs turn at
that landing.  Don't worry; I do it all the time."

Yeah, but does he do it with a hardon like that? I wondered.  But I
followed him, with my hard dick bouncing around.  I giggled when I
thought that it looked like my dick was following him, and I was just
following my dick.

"Let's pee," he said when he crossed the hall.  He pulled up the seat of
the toilet.  "Together, huh?"

We pointed out dicks at the toilet, but nothing happened.  We were both
too hard.  That had happened to me before.  He flopped his dick around,
but that didn't help any.  "Fuck," he said.

"Do this," I said.  "Turn the water on at the sink, just a little, then
close your eyes and listen.  Imagine it's your dick peeing."

"Hey, cool!"

We closed our eyes, and I stayed hard.  Fuck, it was because I knew he
was there!  So I listened more, and then I heard his pee start.  I
started and opened my eyes just in time to aim right.  It was pretty hot
listening to pee from both of us hitting the water.  We move our dicks
around a little, and we giggled when our pee streams moved and hit each
other.

When we dribbled the last of it, Joe turned the water on.  It was a big
stall, not in a bathtub, like we had.  There was lots of room for us.  We
got in and got all wet.  Joe took some soap and turned me around to soap
my back, but he made me stay out of the water so the suds wouldn't wash
off.  When he got to my butt, my ass, he soaped it up all over good, and
before he moved down to my legs, he took the side of his hand and just
swiped it up my ass crack.  I jumped.  Wow, he hit my poophole, but it
really felt so good.

Then he turned me around and soaped my front.  I held my arms out a
little and closed my eyes.  It felt so good, his hands and the suds all
over me.  When he got to my dick and balls, he went real slow.  It was
like he was jacking me off, but with soap and really really slow.  I
started groaning because I got the feeling, but then he stopped.

He handed me the soap.  "Your turn to do me, okay?"  And he
turned around.

Why did I want to kiss his shoulders?  That's the first thing I thought
of.  Instead, I rubbed the soap all over and made lots of suds.  Then I
got to his ass.  Oh, it was so sexy making the suds there and watching
his ass cheeks move under my hand.  The skin was so soft, and the white
suds made his dark skin look even sexier.

"In my crack, too, Bobby, okay?  Please.  Like I did you."

Oh, I was going to to it, all right.  I just wanted to make sure I did it
right.  I'd never even touched myself there before!  Except to wipe, I
mean.  I got lots of suds on my hand and them put it under his ass,
between his legs. Then I turned my hand to the side and slid it slowly up
his crack, watching his ass cheeks move aside.  I thought I felt
something, but it was so warm in his crack.  I realized I had rubbed his
hole when he moaned a little.

He turned around, and I soaped his front.  I rubbed over his nipples a
lot, because he sounded like he liked that.  I couldn't wait to get to
his cock and balls.  But I went real slow, just like he had.  I wanted to
do it just right for him. His cock was so hot in my hands, and he made
little whimpers when I stroked it.  His balls were silky smooth.

He took the soap from my hands, then he put his arms around me.  When he
pulled me close to him, I hugged him back, and he started moving back and
forth against me.  Wow, so hot!  I could feel his hard cock against my
belly, and mine was rubbing against him -- they were between us.  Our
cocks were surrounded by us, all warm and soapy!  And it felt so good
against his slick chest.  And he put his hands on my ass and rubbed them,
too.  I did the same and wished that I could be in front and back at the
same time -- in front rubbing against his hard soapy body, and in back
watching his ass cheeks move around.

But then he pulled us under the water.  "We need to get out pretty soon,"
he said.  But he sounded like he really wanted to stay in a while
longer.  I know I sure did.

When he turned the water off, he opened the door and got a couple of
towels, and he started drying me off.  I just stood still and let him go
where he wanted to.  He dried my ass crack, too.  The towel made my cock
throb.  Then I took the other towel and dried him off the same way.
He kept his eyes closed, and I went real slow.  When I dried his cock and
balls, he groaned my name.  He groaned, "Bobby!"  It made me feel really
good.  I looked up at him, and he was looking my in the eyes.  We just
stood there; we didn't say a word.

I followed him, naked, back into the bedroom.  I didn't hesitate when he
pulled the covers back and got into bed naked.  I climbed in next to him,
and he put his arms around me.  It felt so good just to cuddle.  We'd
never done that.  He was warm, and I could feel our hard dicks between
us, but just then the dicks didn't matter.  Being held did.

After a while, after he'd been stroking my back, he pulled back and
looked at me.  "Bobby, I want to tell you something."  He stopped then,
like he didn't really know what to say.

"When we moved here, I was real sad about it.  Mad, too, I guess.  I had
friends there, and I didn't know anybody here.  I knew I'd be starting a
new school where everybody knew everybody else, except me.  I sort of had
a hard time fitting in where we used to be, because I wasn't always
interested in what other people were interested in."

He was talking faster now, like he wanted to say it all before he got
embarrassed or something.

"What I mean is, it's not like that here, not now, not like I thought it
would be.  I mean, there's still school and all, but...you're the best
friend I ever had, Bobby, that's what I want to say.  It's been so much
fun so far this summer, and it's all because of you.  You're the greatest
guy I ever knew, Bobby.  The best friend I ever had."

I couldn't help it.  I didn't want to be a baby in front of him.  But I
just couldn't help it.  Nobody had every said anything like that to me
before.  And he said everything I wanted to say to him!  I couldn't help
it then.  The tears started, and when that happened, I just couldn't help
it.  I cried.  He pulled me back and just held me.

After a little bit, I could talk.  "Joe, you're my best friend, too.  I
never even had a best friend before.  You're so cool.  I'm so happy when
I'm with you.  I was sad about moving, too.  But now I'm happy we moved.
Cause you're here, and that's what makes me happy..."  Then I couldn't
talk any more.

He just held me.  How long had it been since anybody just held me?  As he
was stroking my back, the tears stopped, and I sighed when his hand
played around in the small of my back.  He rubbed my ass and made it feel
so good.  I realized then his cock was wet against me.  He was getting
that precum.  He turned me over on my back and just looked at me for the
longest time.  He glanced down at my chest and got that grin again.  I
knew something was up.

He reached down to his cock and squeezed out some precum, and he brought
it up to held between us.  I thought he was going to lick it, or maybe
give it to me to lick, like before.  I sucked in my breath when, instead,
he rubbed it all over one of my nipples.  Oh fuck. "Oh fuck, Joe."

"You ever play with 'em, Bobby, your nipples?"  I couldn't even answer
him!  "I found out it feels real good."

My nipple got hard under his slick finger, and he pinched it just a
little.  I could watch him; I could see him do it!  He flicked his
fingernail over that little hard point in the middle, and I swear I could
feel that in my dick.  When he leaned down and licked my nipple, I
couldn't hold my head up to watch anymore.

"I wanted to do this for you, Bobby.  I knew it would feel good," he
said, as he raised up for a moment.  When he lowered his head again I
felt a hot wetness, and I knew what he was doing even before he started
sucking.

"Oh, Joe!  Oh, Joe!"  How could it feel like he was sucking my whole body
into his mouth?  I pushed my chest against him; I needed in there!

Suddenly, I was shocked, jolted.  What...?  I felt it then, down there.
Oh!  Oh!  Oh fuck, he'd made me do it, a dry cum, and he hadn't even been
touching my dick!  The middle of my body bucked into the air again, my
cock felt like it was going to bust right open, and every part of my skin
felt like I was on fire!

"Aaaaaa...JoeJoeJoe...ogod...uuuu..."

He moved away from my nipple and turned to watch my dick, still
throbbing.  I could hardly move.  And he hadn't even touched me there.  I
couldn't speak.  When he reached down and put his hand against my cheek,
I got tears again.  I just can't help it!  Oh, it was so nice, so good.

He pulled me to him again, my dick still sensitive as it pressed against
his leg.  "You are one sexy dude, Bobby.  One sexy dude."

"No, Joe," I finally got out.  "You're the one.  You made me do it.
Everything is so good with you..."

After a few moments, I raised up from him.  I really needed something; I
really needed to feel his nipple in my mouth.  I didn't bother with any
precum, I just leaned down and licked.  His nipple was so warm, and the
little point in the middle -- I could feel it scrape all the way down my
tongue.  He was moaning, the sound I like to hear him make because I know
what I'm doing is good.

Then I sucked.  It was hard and soft at the same time.  The skin was so
different than skin somewhere else.  Except maybe on a dick.  I sucked
and sucked harder, and he pushed at me.  So I sucked harder and licked
while the nipple was in my mouth.  He practically raised up off the bed.

Then I moved over to his other nipple.  I just looked at it for a
minute.  I'd never really paid much attention to my nipples before,
wasn't really sure why guys had nipples.  His were so dark!  They were
usually bigger around, but now they were smaller, with little hard bumps
around in a circle and that bigger hard bump in the middle.  I ran my
finger around those little bumps, and he moaned again.  I did what he did
-- flicked my finger back and forth across that big hard bump in the
middle -- and every time I hit it he gave a little throaty sound.  I
leaned in and sucked.  I would have sucked him all night, but he finally
raised my head up with his hands.

"I just can't take any more of it, Bobby.  So tender, you know."

"That's okay," I said.  Then I gave him one of his grins right back.
"There's something else I can suck on."

So I did.  I didn't even wait to look at it real good first.  I just put
it in my mouth and sucked.  I could taste his precum, and that just made
it better.  He spread his legs out wide, and I crawled around to get
between them, but I didn't let go of his hard cock.  I kept sucking as I
put my hand between his legs to find his balls.  He moaned real loud when
I got them, and I stroked his smooth sac in time with my sucking.

He suddenly moved, turning me around so we lay next to each other, but
our faces were right at each other's crotch.  He sucked me in - oh god
was it good.  And I went back to sucking him.  We were sucking each other
at the same time!  He worked my balls, and I worked his, too.  Everything
he did, I did to him.  When he took his mouth off my cock and licked my
balls, I heard myself gasp loud, but I let his cock drop and found his
balls with my tongue.  I knew not to lick too hard.  O fuck, I could feel
him moving my balls around with his tougue.  I copied him.

He returned to sucking my cock, and I returned to his.  But when his hand
started to stroke behind my balls and reach the bottom of my crack, I
wasn't sure what to do.  I kept his cock in my mouth, sucking, but I
didn't feel it anymore.  What I felt was his fingers, stroking around the
bottom of my crack, moving up a little, inside my crack...

I remembered the shower.  When he just touched me back there.  I knew
where he was going, but I couldn't believe it.  His fingers moved on back
and up, and then I felt it.  He touched me there!  My ass felt it all
over.  He touched my hole rubbed it.  I moaned onto his cock, and he
rubbed some more.  Not hard, just lightly.

I copied that, too.  I moved my fingers around and slide up his warm
crack.  It felt different there, between his cheeks.  Smooth, hot, but
different.  Then I moved upward a little more, and I knew the minute I
touched it.  Not just because he moaned so much, but because it felt
different.  The skin was really smooth here, but a little...puckered,
too.  It really was a hole.  I could run my finger all around it and feel
the little hole in the middle.  Oh, it was so dirty -- wasn't it? -- to
touch him there, but it was so exciting.  My cock was throbbing harder,
and I knew that was the reason.

He pulled his fingers away from my hole, and it felt so bad without them
there.  But I did the same thing.  I realized that he was tensing up,
though.  His belly got hard, and his ass cheeks clenched together.  He
was going to cum!  I concentrated on my sucking and fingering his balls.

He pulled off my dick.  "Oh...ohmygod, Bobby!  Soon.  You need to pull
off now.  Can't hold it long..."

I was going no where.

'Oh, Bobby...can't...gonna cum soon..."  I kept sucking.  What would
happen when he shot his cum in my mouth?  I had no idea, but suddenly I
wanted to know.  His cock got even harder -- I could feel it! -- and I
knew he was close.  I thought it was going to happen soon...

"Ooooofuckofuck...I'm cummm...."

Suddenly his cock seemed emormous, and there a a hard blast of hot cum
shot into my mouth.  I wondered if this had been a good idea, but there
was no going back.  My mouth was full of it!  I knew I had to get rid of
it; there was going to be more, probably lots more.  So I just swallowed
it.  I didn't even have time to think about it, because another hot blast
filled my mouth.  This one made me gag just a little, and I could feel
some of his cum run out of my mouth.  But it was his taste in me, and I
just felt crazy for a minute -- I wanted his taste, I loved his taste.  I
swallowed, and he shot again!  I was going to drown in cum!  More. Oh
fuck, could I do it, was this a good idea?  But I loved it!  It was like
drinking out of a fountain, remembering to swallow to get as much water
as possible.  Only, I was drinking Joe!  I was so thirsty!  With that
thought,  I sucked for more, and there was another blast of it, maybe not
as hard.  A swallow, then sucking for more.   I don't know how many; I
don't know how long.  As long as he gave me cum, I swallowed.  Until he
wasn't shooting anymore, and I still sucked for whatever was left inside.

I hadn't heard any of his groaning.  Hadn't heard anything.  As I slowed
down, then I could hear him then. Groaning as though I was still sucking
hard, but now I was just licking.

"OoooBobby..."  It sounded like he was crying!  "OoooBobby."  He repeated
it until the words became softer, slower.

I pulled away from his cock, and he winced a little.  I crawled up to lay
partly on the bed, partly on his chest.  Neither one of us said a word
for a while.  A long while.

"Bobby...O fuck, that was so hot.  Bobby, you didn't have to do that.
Sounded like you were choking.  You didn't need to...I didn't intend to
cum in your mouth."

"But I wanted to, Joe.  Just because.  Because it tastes good.  It's you
I taste.  Because I liked the feeling that happened.  Because...because
you're...Joe."

His arms were around me again.  That felt just right.  His heart was
beating loudly, but I guess mine was, too.  He was stroking my back.  And
that felt just right.

I didn't even realize I was falling asleep.

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