Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2006 10:20:19 -0500
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Joe - 4

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EXPLORING WITH JOE - 4


I turned my face up to him and kissed him on the cheek.  It was soft...it
was Joe.

He turned his face to me, and this time we kissed each other on the
lips.  Joe...  His lips were so warm.  So soft.  We kept our lips pressed
lightly, then we moved them a little, side to side.  So soft.  I was
kissing my boyfriend...

I lay my head back on his chest.  I had never felt anything like this.
My beautiful Joe, my best friend, my boyfriend.  Somehow I knew something
was different for me, something was very different.  Can a boy love
another boy?  I know I love him.  Yes, I love Joe...  Could I say that?
Would he want to hear that?

I felt him bury his face in my hair.  Was he kissing me there?

"Bobby...I love you."

I turned up to him and threw my arms around his neck.  "Oh, Joe!  I love
you so much!  I love you so much!"  I knew there were tears on my face,
but I wasn't crying.  Or maybe I was, but it was okay.  I just hugged.
And he hugged me back.

When he drew away a bit, he pulled me up beside him.  I was so happy.  We
were boyfriends.  We loved each other.  My beautiful Joe loved me.  He
lowered his face to me, and we kissed again, on our lips.  I had never
felt anything like this before.  My heart was pounding.  Then I felt his
tongue on my lips, moving side to side, then pressing between them.

This was a kind of kissing I knew nothing about.  I let his tongue into
my mouth, and suddenly I wanted inside his, too -- I wanted to taste
him!  Our tongues met and rubbed against each other, and I felt shivers
go all over me.  We licked tongues, then he moved his tongue all around
inside my mouth.  I sucked on it -- my Joe was kissing me inside me.  I
moved my tongue inside his mouth and found how soft and smooth he is
there.  Our tongues moved fast, then they moved slow.  He pulled away for
just a minute, and I had to take a big breath.  But he came back for more
kissing.  We licked and sucked.  We kissed.  It was amazing.

And finally we just couldn't anymore.  He fell back onto the pillow next
to me.

"Oh, Joe.  That was wonderful.  I didn't know you could kiss that way...I
mean, it's so good..."

When I looked over at him, I saw the tears in his eyes.  We hugged again,
so tight it almost hurt, but nothing had ever felt better to me.

"I love you, Bobby.  I love you," he whispered into my ear.

I don't remember getting sleepy, but the next thing I knew there was sun
in my face.  Joe was slipping his T-shirt on next to the bed when he
realized I was waking up.

"I didn't want to wake you, Bobby.  You look so...cute...lying there,
sleeping."

"Joe, it's real, isn't it?" I said, suddenly wondering if it had all been
a wonderful dream.

"I love you, Bobby.  If that's what you mean, then, Yes.  It all
happened.  I love you."

He stroked the hair our of my eyes and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm sorry there isn't time for a shower this morning, Bobby.  But mom
really gave me a lot of things to do before we leave in the morning."

And that was real too:  he was going away for a whole week.

As I sat up on the edge of the bed, he looked over and said, "Mom said
you can come over to say goodbye this afternoon.  I have to go to bed
early, and we have to leave real early..."

I jumped up and went to the bathroom to pee.  I couldn't be unhappy.  Not
this morning.  Because it was all true, it had all really happened.  We
were boyfriends; Joe has asked if we could be.  We kissed.  We told each
other we loved each other.  Then we kissed again in that new, special
way.  It was all real.

I rode home slowly, though.  A week would be a long time without seeing
him.  We'd been together almost every day, almost since the first of
summer.  We were friends, then best friends, now...boyfriends.

When I went back to his house around the middle of the afternoon, his mom
was home.  They had already started packing.  She said we could go up to
his room for just a little bit, because he still had things to do.  When
we got there, we just stood looking at each other for a minute.  Then we
hugged.  And we kissed that way, with our tongues feeling each other.  I
never knew kissing could be so nice.

"I have to get back downstairs now, Bobby," Joe said, and I could tell he
was close to crying.  "I'm going to miss you so much, Bobby."  I told him
I felt the same way, and we kissed again.  Then we said goodbye, and he
walked with me downstairs to the back door.

For some reason I woke up real early in the morning.  I didn't know what
time their plane was leaving, but I could imagine him on the plane,
taking off, flying away.  There was nobody there but me, so it was okay
for me to cry a little while.

There were lots of things for me to do while he was gone.  Almost every
morning I rode my bike out to our special place in the woods and sat for
a while with my back up against the old log.  I always peed before I
left, and once I even jacked off with my pants down around my ankles.
That felt good, but it didn't really help.

I spent more time at the library, and when the lady at the desk asked
where my friend was I was careful not to show her how bad I felt.  Mom
knew how I missed him, and she did some special things for me that week
-- the meatloaf I like, a movie, letting me read later at night than I
usually could.  And we went shopping for school.  I got some new clothes
and a notebook and stuff.

But I thought the next Saturday would never come.  It helped a
little when I got a postcard from him on Friday.  It was a funny cartoon
about a fat lady on the beach in New Jersey.  He said he missed me and
would be back soon.  "Soon" was the next day, but mom said they were
getting back late at night and I wouldn't be able to go over and see him
until Sunday.  Then she said I should wait until Sunday afternoon,
because they would probably want to sleep late.

While we were eating lunch Sunday, the phone rang, and mom called me --
with a big smile on her face.

"How's my boyfriend?" Joe asked.

I flushed red, but mom had gone back into the kitchen and couldn't have
heard.  "And how's my boyfriend?" I whispered.

"Bobby, can you please come over?  Now, please?"

Mom made me finish eating first, but I rode as fast as I could to get to
Joe's house.  I just dropped my bike in their backyard and ran to the
door.  Joe was right there, and I almost ran up and gave him a huge hug,
but I saw his mom was there, too.  It didn't make any difference, though,
because Joe grabbed me around my shoulders and hugged me so hard I
thought he'd break something.  And I hugged back just as hard!

His mom gave us a couple of cokes, and we went up to his room.  His
clothes were still all over things.  He told me about the plane trip and
an afternoon at that beach.  He told me his Grams is doing all
right.  Then he told me how much he had missed me.  I hadn't even been
able to say anything yet, and he hugged me again, and we kissed in our
special way.  It wasn't a hard kiss, though.  It was soft and real nice.
We both said "I love you" at the same time, and then we started
giggling.

"I brought you a present, Bobby," Joe said, and he went over to his
dresser.  He handed me a box.  When I opened it, I saw a picture frame
with seashells all over it and a seagull in one corner, and it said
"Souvenir of New Jersey" in another corner.  But the best part was right
in the middle -- the picture he had put in it.

I'd seen it once before, but weeks ago.  It was a picture of me and Joe
with our decorated bikes, all dressed up like Lincoln and Uncle Sam --
his mother had taken it after we'd won First Prize in the Fourth of July
parade.

"I wanted you to have something to keep the picture in," Joe said
quietly.

The picture blurred because I had tears in my eyes again.  He was so nice
to me.  I loved him so much.  We hugged and kissed again, but I had to go
back home since they still had unpacking to do.

The next morning, though, Joe was at the little park at the usual time.
He didn't even wait for me to stop and get off my bike; he just rode off
into the woods.  We left our bikes and walked the rest of the way to our
special place.  We hugged again.

"Do you need to pee?" he asked.

"Always," I giggled.  And I told him I had peed here almost every day he
was gone.

He reached over pulled my T-shirt off.  "We're not supposed to be wearing
these," he grinned.  "It's against the rules out here."

"Okay."  And I pulled his T-shirt off.  I couldn't help but touch his
chest just a little.  He's so beautiful.

Then he reached for my shorts.  But instead of unzipping me, he
unsnapped the waistband and started to pull them down.

"Wait a minute," I laughed.  "We don't need to take our pants off to
pee."

"Yes, we do," Joe said.  And he wasn't laughing at all.  "Today we need
to."

He pulled my shorts and briefs down at the same time, and my dick was so
hard!  So I reached over and pulled his shorts and briefs down.  We
yanked them off, and we were standing naked in front of each other.
Outside.  We didn't look very long.  We hugged close together.  We kissed
with our lips and then with our tongues.  Then he kissed my nipples and
knelt down on his shorts in front of me.  He sucked my dick into his
mouth so fast I thought he was going to swallow it!  And he started
sucking me real hard, so hard it started to hurt a little.

"Wait, Joe, please, wait...No so hard..."

He looked up at me.  "I'm sorry, Bobby...I'm really sorry.  I didn't mean
to hurt you..." I could see the tears in his eyes.  "It's been so
long..."

"I want it, too, Joe.  But...like, easier.  Okay?"

He took my dick back into his mouth then, and he sucked me so gently and
carefully.  He moved his fingers over my balls, the way he knows I like
it.  Then he moved his hand under my balls back to my ass.  When he
rubbed his finger over my hole, I felt it all over me!  He kept rubbing
me there, making little circles with his finger, and sucking me in real
deep.  Before long I knew I was going to do it.  I could feel it begin...

"Oh, Joe....don't stop, Joe...it's so good...I love you, Joe, I love
you...ooooooo aaaaaaaaah!" And my dick started to jump around in his
mouth as I shoved against him.  The shooting feeling was so hard, the
pushing feeling was so big, my dick felt like I was exploding inside
him.  It was so good.

He sucked a little longer, but he was more careful because he knew my
dick was a little sensitive after a dry cum.  But I didn't get soft, the
way I do sometimes.  I stayed hard in his mouth.  I looked down and saw
his brown shoulders, his arms around me as he held my ass.  I saw my
little dick, so wet from his mouth, going slowly in and out of him.

When he let go of my dick, he didn't get up for a minute.  He just hugged
me with his face at my belly.  "I love you, Bobby.  I didn't think of
anything all week as much as I thought about how I really love you."

I knelt down and pulled my shorts around so I could sit on them.  Usually
he held my head against his chest.  This time it was my turn.  I put my
arms around him, and I stroked his hair as his head pressed against my
chest.

"I hated this place, Joe.  I decided I was going to hate it always, no
matter how long we lived here.  But when I met you, it changed all that.
It's been so much fun this summer, doing things with you.  And now the
best part of all is that I know how much I love you.  You're wonderful,
Joe.  I never felt this way about anything or anybody before, ever.
You're my Joe, my boyfriend."

I got him to lean back against the log, and I sat next to him.  I put my
arm around him.  And I rubbed his chest and belly real slow.  He put his
head on my shoulder, and I thought my heart would bust open, I loved him
so much.  I looked at his dick, and it was waving around like it was
trying to find something.  I think it was trying to find me.  I played
with the few hairs right at the base.  Then I moved my hand down and
held his dick for a minute.  Joe shivered against me.

His dick was hard and deep, deep red.  I could see a drop of his precum
on the head.  I wiped it up with my finger and put it on one of his
nipples.  I remembered how good that felt when he did it to me.  He gave
a little moan, and I rolled my finger all around his nipple, flicking my
finger over it to play with that little hard part in the middle.  Then I
just slid my head down and my mouth went right over his hard dick.

It was like doing it the very first time, all over again.  Had I
forgotten how good it was to suck on him?  How good he tasted?  How
wonderful it felt for him to shoot his cum in my mouth?  Suddenly, I
wanted that to happen so bad!  I wanted to taste his cum.  I wanted him
to shoot it all in me, so I could swallow everything the boy I loved
could give me.

I couldn't suck slowly anymore.  But I don't think Joe wanted me to.  I
felt his hands on my head, running his fingers through my hair.  And I
sucked him into me and sucked hard.  He began to push up at me, too, and
he started making those groans that meant I was doing it right for him,
that I was making it happen.  His dick seemed harder, so it wouldn't be
long before I would taste him!

He started grunting then, just as I felt his dickhead spurt a little.
Then he shot a load cum into me -- I think maybe more than he had ever
done in one shot before.  I swallowed fast, but still some of it leaked
out around my lips.  I could hear him calling my name over and over again
as I sucked and I loved him so much...

When he stopped, I began to lick all the cum off his cock.  But it was
like mine had been after my dry cum.  It wasn't soft at all -- it was
still hard.  I took it in my hand and held it still so I could clean all
his cum off his cockhead.  Then I moved up to kiss him, not realizing
until I touched his lips that I still had some of his cum in my mouth.  I
started to pull away, but Joe put his hand behind my head and held me
there, our tongues licking and tasting his cum in my mouth.

Finally, we were both so breathless we had to stop.  This time he put his
arm around me, and I lay against his shoulder.  I looked down at the two
of us.  Two brown chests, two brown bellies, four brown legs.  And two
white places where there were hard dicks looking up at us.  We just sat
there, breathing together, not talking, just being there together.  We
just sat together, holding.

Only three days before school started.

Wednesday night I got to stay with Joe again.  After supper, we washed
the dishes and went upstairs.  After some TV, we took our shower.  His
hands felt so good on me -- it was the first time in two weeks.  He
didn't use soap for a while; he just let the warm water wash over me, and
he kissed me in different places -- on my cheeks, my shoulder, my chest,
my nipple.

"Joe,  I need to...  I should have peed before we got in."

"Couldn't wait to take a shower with your boyfriend, huh?" he smiled.  "I
guess I should have gone, too.  We can just go in here."

"In here?  You mean in the shower?"

"Sure," he said.  "Why not?  It'll just go right down the drain."  He
pulled me back out of the water.  "Bobby, have you ever peed in the
shower before?"

I don't know if he could see me turn a little red, but I could feel my
face flush.  I had, but I'd never told him about it.  While he was gone.
I missed peeing with him.  That was weird, but I did.  And when I peed in
our shower at home, I even let some get on me.  That sounded...dirty.  It
hadn't been bad, really.  I just let a little of my pee hit my leg and
run down to the floor of the tub.  It was warm.  It felt good.  But it
sounded really...dirty.

"I have, Bobby.  Have you?"

I nodded.  He had, too?

"Did you feel it, Bobby?  I mean, did you...do it, you know... on you?"
He looked away from me what he asked that, like he wasn't sure he should
be talking about it.

"I peed on my leg, Joe.  While you were gone.  It felt good."  I said it
all real fast, before I could change my mind and lie.  I didn't want to
lie to my boyfriend.

He grinned at me.  "I did it, too, Bobby.  On my leg.  Wow.  Just like
you did -- while I was gone.  I...I wondered if maybe we could do it
together.  That doesn't sound...bad...does it?  I mean, it's been...I've
liked it when we pee together, even when we hold each other when we pee."

"I wouldn't do it with anybody else, Joe.  But I want to with you."  I
wasn't really sure what we would do, but I knew it would be something
different, something exciting, something we couldn't talk about with
anybody else.

He stepped up real close to me and put his arms around me again.  I did
the same.  But he reached down and put our dicks together, up between our
bellies.  I was really hard, and I could feel that he was, too.  Then he
put his arm around me again.  He whispered in my ear, "Let's just wait,
Bobby.  Let's wait until our dicks can pee.  Then we can pee together.
Do you want to?"

I nodded because I was too excited to speak.  We waited, but our dicks
were too excited, I guess, to get soft enough to pee.  But we just stood
there, and when he started rubbing my back I began to rub his, too.  I
felt so good, so warm, so just right being here, in his arms.

"I love you, Joe."

He kissed me on my cheek and whispered, "I love you, Bobby.  You're so
special."

I felt the warm water, then realized we weren't in the water from the
shower.  It was between us.  He had started to pee.  And I sighed real
big and began to pee, too.  It felt so warm, the pee shooting up just a
little bit between us, not even all the way to our chests, then running
down to our legs.  I could feel it running over my balls, too.  He was my
Joe, and if he wanted to pee with me, pee like this, I liked it, too.But
then I had to giggle!  Our pee was tickling me at the bottom of my
belly!  That made Joe giggle, and that made our pee spray all over the
shower.  We couldn't stop giggling about it until Joe hushed us, since
his mother was already in bed downstairs.

We squirted a little at the end.  He giggled in my ear.  "Wow, Bobby,
that felt really nice.  I liked it.  Did you?"

"Yeah, I liked it a lot.  Joe?  Joe, are we really...is this okay?  I
mean, wouldn't some people think..."

"I don't care what some people would think, Bobby."  He pulled back and
looked me straight in the eye.  "Bobby, I love you, and I never knew I
would love anybody.  You make me so happy.  Whatever we want to do
together -- it's nobody else's business, is it, Bobby?  I'll never do
anything you don't want to do, Bobby.  Never.  But I want us to...I want
us to have fun anyway we want to.  Does that make sense?"

It made sense.  I nodded and smiled as we stepped back into the spray
from the shower.  We soaped up, and this time we rubbed each other all
over at the same time.  Our chests and bellies, even our dicks.  We got
real close together and put our arms around each other's backs to soap
our backs, too.  All over and around and up and down, while we pressed
together.  Our hard dicks were between our bellies again, and we pushed
them against each other as we wiggled and soaped our backs.

He moved his sudsy hands down to my ass and rubbed my asscheeks all
around.  It felt so good.  I moved my hands like that on him, and when he
slipped his hand in between my cheeks, into my crack, I did the same.  I
knew where he was headed, and I wanted to feel that again, so much!  I
felt his fingers looking for my hole, and I searched for his, too.  He
found mine, and rubbed around and around it.  I rubbed him, too -- around
and around.  All the warmth of the suds, of the fingers...I began to
shake, it felt so good.

One of his fingers pressed a little at my hole, and I pressed at little
at his.  I could feel it all over me.  When he pushed a little more, I
wanted him to push more.  Oh, I'd never felt anything like this before.
I'd touched my hole and rubbed it a little when I did my dry cum at
home.  I guess he did it when he jacked off and knew how good it felt.

I pushed my ass back toward his finger a little; he just made me feel so
good all over.  Suddenly something happened; it felt like...oh my
god...his finger was in my hole a little.  I pulled my face back to look
at him, and I think he looked surprized, too.  But it was so good...how
could something like that feel so good...?

"Oh...do it to me, Bobby.  Put your finger in me, in there."

I did.  Real slowly, I pressed my finger in, and I felt his smooth skin
open a little around my finger, just the part with my fingernail.  I
moved it around just a little bit, and I heard Joe sigh, like he was
really happy about the way it felt.  His hole tightened around my finger,
like it was holding me!  He moved around against me and moaned, and I
knew that moan.  It meant that he felt good because of what I was doing
for him.

He pushed his finger a little, and I could feel it moving inside me!
Just a little bit, but it felt so strange, something -- not something,
but Joe! -- moving around just barely inside me.  That was a place where
nobody had been before.  Not even me.  Not ever.

I didn't realize I had closed my eyes until I felt his lips against
mine.  Then his tongue, licking.  I opened my mouth for one of those
long, wet, tasty kisses.  It felt so strange.  Different.  Wonderful.  To
have his finger just inside my hole and his tongue deep in my mouth.  We
stayed that way for a long time.  Touching him like that was
wonderful...knowing I was inside him, like he was inside me.

But we finally pulled away from each other, smiling with another secret
no one else would ever know about us.  We rinsed the suds off and dried
each other, and I followed his wiggling ass back into the bedroom.  We
crawled into bed and got our arms around each other, and we began the
kisses again.  Little kisses on the cheeks, neck, chests, on the
lips...then our tongues tasting each other.  I could never get enough of
his kisses, his taste.  I knew that each kiss was another "I love you"
that didn't need to be said out loud.

We took turns kissing up and down each other, from nipples to ankles.
His kisses down there tickled a little, and I giggled when he licked me
on the bottoms of my feet!  Then I moved all over him.  Every time I
touched him, I loved him more.   I stopped moving when I got to his
balls.  I licked right underneath them, then up into the space between
his thigh and his balls.  I loved the way he smelled there!

I moved to his hard dick.  His dickhead was wet with precum, and I licked
it and smoothed it all around his cocklips.  I pushed my tongue at his
lips there, wanting more of that smoothness on my tongue, on his dick.  I
sucked his lips for a minute, and I tasted a little more of it on my
tongue.  I held his dick up in front of me and licked at that V and the
little string of skin.  He groaned when I licked there, one of his
favorite places.  I kissed his cock all over, all the way up and all the
way down.  I licked at those few hairs growing at the base of his cock.
I loved his cock!  I did.  I loved his cock because I love him so much.

His dick jumped in my hand, pressing against my lips.  I knew he wanted
to cum, need to shoot his cream.  I remembered how his hands on my balls
felt when I was ready to explode, so I started to roll his balls against
my fingers as I slid his cock into my mouth.  I sucked, and then I felt
his cockhead get really hard and knew he was ready.  I kept sucking him
in until his cockhead was all the way at the back of my throat, then I
felt him freeze.  He was going to do it.

I wanted it so much.  And suddenly his cock was shoved into the back of
my throat as it jerked real hard!  He was making those strangled sounds
from deep in his throat as his cum shot out into my mouth.  I wanted to
hold it there until he gave me a little more of it, and then keep it
all, to taste him forever, but I swallowed without thinking.  Then a
little more oozed out, and he grunted.  He emptied his balls, pushing at
my mouth...I love him this way.

When his cock stopped jumping, I sucked more slowly, then I started to
lick everything off of it.  He moaned over and over.

"Bobby...Bobby...oh sweetheart Bobby...oooo..."  His eyes were closed,
and he was breathing so fast.

I knew he had to be quiet for a little bit.  I knew what that felt like.
You could still feel it for a while, like your dick was still pumping,
still shooting something, even when it wasn't anymore -- or, for me, when
it hadn't even shot anything at all.  I just moved up beside him, kissed
him on the cheek, and stroked his chest as I lay next to him.

"When school starts...Joe, we'll still be able to, you know, sleep
together, won't we?  I know there will be school and homework, but we
have to...we just have to..."

"We will, Bobby.  I know we will.  We love each other.  So we'll find a
way to be together.  School, well, school will be kind of... I mean,
we'll have to be careful, won't we?"

"Yeah.  We will," I said.

"Joe, I don't want to go to school!" I said suddenly.  It didn't make any
sense to say that, because I had to go.  "We don't know anybody here,
Joe.  I know I'm going to hate it."

"Maybe I will, too, I don't know.  But we can make it okay, 'cause we'll
be together.  I wonder what it will really be like, though..." and his
voice trailed off like he was thinking.

"It's going to be all new kids and new teachers and lots of rooms, that's
what," I said.  "Mom says I'll probably get a locker to keep books in;
I've never had a locker."

"But that'll be cool, though, won't it, having a place that's yours to
keep stuff in?"

"Yeah, I guess.  But...Joe, at home, I mean, where we used to live, in
the seventh grade they take gym class and they make you take showers at
school."  I was admitting a fear I hadn't really wanted to say anything
about.

"Yeah, here, too, I guess," and he rolled over on his belly to look at
me.  "We did that at the pool.  You've done that at a pool before,
right?  I did at the Y."

"But it's different, Joe.  At the pool over in Scottsboro there were just
those little kids and their dad.  At the pool where we used to live, I
always tried to go into the shower when there wasn't anybody around.
And...well, sometimes I didn't even take a shower."  Then, real fast,
because it was was my real worry.  "They'll all be bigger than me all
over and you know where I mean and what if I get a stiffy everybody will
laugh."

"Some will be bigger than me, too, I guess," he said.

"But I'm lots smaller."

"Bobby, they will be guys who have smaller dicks, too.  And guys with
bigger ones, like in the eighth grade, and they maybe will have hair
there, too.  I don't know.  We can get used to it, Bobby."

"I hope we're in the same gym class, Joe," I said, and I really meant it.

"So we can wash each other in the shower?" he asked with that big grin.
"And maybe undress each other first?  And maybe jack off..."

But he couldn't talk anymore because I was tickling him.  We rolled
around a little bit, giggling.  Then we put our arms around each other.
He kissed me on the cheek and began to stroke my back.  I sighed when he
got down to that little dip right before my ass starts; it always feels
so nice there.  I snuggled up a little higher, though, when I realized
his hand was going to go lower.

His finger slid down my crack, and I raised my leg a little so he could
get to my hole easier.  I was hard again even before he started rubbing
me there, but when he touched my hole it made me shiver all over.  It
felt so much better when he did it than when I did it playing with
myself.  .

Sometimes I thought he was able to read my mind.

"Bobby, do you ever, ah, rub your hole when you play with your dick?"

"Yeah, Joe.  It was so good when you did it to me that first time in the
shower.  And now when I shower, I always wash back there."

"You ever stick your finger in?"

"You...you mean like in the shower a while ago?" I asked.

He was quiet a minute.  "No," he said. "I mean really in, in a lot more."

"It kind of hurt some when I pushed, Joe.  I mean, in the shower there's
soap and water, and I do that at home.  Is that what you mean?  But not
really far in.  Isn't that...wouldn't that be, you know...dirty?"

"I don't think so," Joe said.  "I mean, not when you wash it in the
shower.  But that's not what I mean, anyway.  I mean, just laying on your
bed and jacking your dick.  You ever stick it in then?"

"No, that's when it hurts a little."

"Bobby, can I show you something?  I want to show you...I think..."  He
broke off and ran into the bathroom.  He came back in with a bottle.

"This is handlotion," he said, as he handed it to me.  "I use it
sometimes when I'm just playing in bed.  It makes my dick real
slick...uh...to jack with it.  Here, I'll show you."

He took the bottle back and poured a little bit into his hand.  He took
my dick in that hand -- the lotion was cold! -- and rubbed it all over.
He was right.  My dick was sliding in and out of his hand real easy, and
it felt really cool.

"You do it to me," he said, and he handed me the bottle.

I poured some on my hand, and he lay back on the bed as I reached for his
dick.  My hand slipped all over it!  It was so slippery and slick!  He
was grinning and making little noises.  He reached over and took my dick
back and pumped on it.  Oooooo, it felt so nice!  It was like my dick was
in warm water or something.

"Now let me show you something else," he said.  He swung his legs around
so one was on each side of me, and he spread them wide.  "This is what I
do."

He started to stroke his slippery cock, but he had put some of the lotion
in his other hand.  He pulled his legs up and reached down with his other
hand and spread the lotion up and down his crack.  My eyes followed every
move he made.  I could see him rubbing his fingers over his hole!  It was
making it wet and slippery, just like his cock.

"See, Bobby?  I get some all around my hole, and then this is what I do."

He took one finger and pressed it against his hole.  My own hole made me
shiver inside when I watched him.  I couldn't believe what he was doing!
He wasn't just pressing a little -- he was pushing his finger inside,
really inside!  Not just a little, like in the shower, but in real deep.
He was breathing real hard and kept wiggling his ass.

"Oh, Joe, that is really hot!  How does it feel?  Tell me how it feels."

He spoke in a funny voice.  "Oh, fuck, Bobby, it feels so good.  Feels
hot.  Makes me feel full."  Then he slowly pulled his finger out.

I grabbed it and looked at it.  I could see the lotion, and it looked all
smeared around.  But I didn't see anything else.  I smelled it, and all I
could smell was the lotion.

"Bobby, I can't reach in real far...Bobby, do it for me, please.  Put
your finger in me."

The minute he said it, I knew I wanted to feel it, too.  Inside him.  I
looked real close at his hole.  It was moving a little bit, just a
little, like in and out.  Sort of like it was breathing or something.  I
put a little more lotion on him and smoothed it around his hole with my
finger.  He moaned, long low moans.  I rubbed my finger around and around
his hole.  It felt smooth and soft, but in the middle it was tight, real
closed up.

"Bobby," he whispered, "please do it.  Just push your finger in a
little."

So I did.  His hole was so little, though, and really tight.  I was
afraid it might hurt, but he didn't say anything.  So I pushed just a
little bit more.  Real slowly.  I watched as his hole opened a little bit
and my finger started to go inside.  I could feel his hole all around my
finger; it was tight and hot.  He wiggled his ass a little bit, and my
finger went in a little more.

"Oh, yeeeeeeees, Bobby, it's so good.  More, Bobby, do more."

I kept pushing in, and pretty soon I couldn't push anymore; my hand was
right up against his ass, and my finger wouldn't go in more.  So I turned
my finger around, to see what he felt like.  His sounds got louder, and
he kept pushing his ass at me while I felt all that smooth, hot inside of
him.  It was soft!  It was almost like silk along the sides of my
finger.  I turned my finger more and pulled it out a little. I was inside
Joe! Inside him!

"Keep...moving it...pull it...in and out..."

So I pulled my finger almost all the way out of him, and then I pushed it
in again, as far as I could.  Joe let out a long strangled sound, but
somehow I knew I hadn't hurt him.  He liked what I was doing.  I moved my
finger around inside him -- oh, he was so hot in there -- and pulled and
pushed it again.

Then he yelped!  Now I had hurt him!

"Oh, Joe -- what...?"

"Don't take it out don't take it out don't take it out.  Oh god, Bobby,
what did you do?"

I was a little confused.

"You touched a place...you touched something...Oh sweetheart Bobby, do it
again, please"

I wasn't sure what I had touched.  But I began moving my finger around
again and pulling it up and pushing it down at the same time.  I looked
from his hole, with my finger moving up and down, to his face.  He wanted
me to do it, but his face looked like he was hurting.  But the sounds he
made -- I knew those sounds.  They meant it felt good.  He liked it.  I
didn't want to stop while he was liking it so much, so I just kept moving
my finger fast...

And then he shoved his ass so hard he moved my whole arm back.  He raised
his ass a little and just froze there.  I kept my finger moving -- he
hadn't told me to stop -- and he started to shove back and forth real
fast.

It would have been a scream if it had been
louder. "Aaaaaaaaa...Bobbeeeee...nnnnnggggg"

And when he fell back down onto the bed my finger sort of popped out.  He
grunted when that happened.  He just lay there gasping for breath.  I
looked at his face, and I knew whatever had happened was good.  And then
I saw on his belly.  He had cum!  There were some drops of cum on his
belly, one of them starting to run down his side!  He had shot his cum
while I was...doing his hole!

I lay beside him on one elbow and looked at him.  His dick wasn't hard
anymore.  It had just flopped over to one side.  I got some cum from his
belly on my finger and licked it.  I always liked his taste.  I put my
head down on the pillow next to him.  I needed to know what had
happened.  But I knew to wait.

"Oh, Bobby, oh, Bobby...That was so awesome.  You made me feel so full,
so good.  And then it felt like I just blew apart.  Wow -- what a cum!
Bobby, you made me cum while you were fucking my ass!"

Fucking...I was fucking his ass?  I looked at him.

"No, not real fucking.  I mean, it was real, but not with your cock.  You
were fucking me with your finger.  Oh, wow, Bobby..."

I put both hands under my head and looked up at the ceiling.  I wanted to
figure this out.  I knew fucking was what you did with a cock.  In a
pussy.  Like in those pictures in that magazine.  Wait.  In one of those
pictures, a man had been fucking a woman, but it was in her ass.  Her
hole.  Wow.  A big cock in a little hole like that?  So if I put my
finger in him, that was sort of like a fuck...

I felt his hand on my dick and turned my head just in time to meet his
lips.  He held my dick, and I put one arm around his shoulder.  And we
kissed one of those long, slow kisses.  I always felt just a little weak
inside when he kissed me like that.

"Thank you, sweetheart.  That was...I just never expected anything like
that."

We kissed again as he slowly stroked my dick, still slippery from the
lotion.

"Bobby, I want to do you now.  If you'll let me.  I want to fuck you with
my finger.  I'll be careful, I swear. But I want to feel you inside, like
you felt me.  Because I love you so much."

I let him arrange me so he was between my legs, and he spread them
apart.  I looked down and saw him holding my cock again.  He's so
beautiful.  I wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen, but I knew it
would be okay.  I saw him lower one hand between my legs, and then I felt
his finger in my crack, rubbing up and down.  I closed my eyes and moved
my head from side to side -- it felt so so nice.  Then he rubbed his
finger around my hole.  Oh, Joe.

I felt the coldness of a little more lotion, and then I felt him press
his finger into me.  My hole tightened up and pulled away!  No.  It
wasn't going to be that way -- I wanted him in there.  I just waited a
minute until he tried again, but I couldn't help it; my hole would just
get tight.  Then even tighter when he tried to get in!  He rubbed it
around and around some more and put a little more lotion on me.

This time he pressed in a little at the same time he was rubbing around,
and that felt so nice.  And, yes - I could feel his finger slip in just a
little bit.  My hole was so tight, though.  But I wanted Joe inside me.
I just kept saying that to myself.  And his finger slipped in a little
more.  Oh, it was so nice.  My hole just kept sliding over his
finger...and more finger...filling me up.  And then I could feel his hand
against my ass.

"Joe."  I had to whisper.  "Are you in me?  You're in me all the way,
aren't you?"

He leaned into me and kissed my thigh.  "Yes, Bobby.  As far in as I can
get.  You're so warm, Bobby, smooth, soft."  I felt my hole moving when
he moved his finger.  It was like I was so full I couldn't get more
full.  Then I felt him pulling out.  Oh, no.  But before his finger was
all the way out, he pushed it into me again, slowly, and I slid my
ass down toward him as much as I could.

Knowing that my boyfriend was inside me felt almost as good as the
feeling itself.  Why did that make me feel so very good - knowing that
Joe was inside my body?  I didn't know.  I didn't care.  As he moved his
finger around inside and pulled it and pushed it -- it was like I was in
another world where there wasn't anybody at all except just me and Joe.
Oh, I loved him.  I loved him fucking me with his finger, inside --
inside me!  I moved back toward his finger again; I wanted it all.

Then I felt his hand go around my dick.  He had his finger going in and
out of me and his hand going up and down my dick -- at the same time.  Oh
fuck!  His hand would shove down to the base of my dick, covering all of
my little cock, at the same time his finger was in as far as it would
go!  In and out and up and down.  Oh fuck Joe oh fuck Joe...oooo

I realized I was moaning loud and shoving myself at him every way I
could.  Oh, please, Joe, don't stop, don't stop.  His hands -- on my
cock, in my ass -- he was making my whole body jerk and pound.

"Uuuuuuu....aahhhhh...."  I shook.  I exploded inside somewhere.  Oh my
god..." Wouldn't stop..."o god o god o god...Uhhhhhh..."

I fell back.  I stared at the ceiling.  I just...stared.  Ohhhhh...

I could finally breathe.  I looked over at Joe, who had crawled up to lie
on his belly next to me.

"Joe."  It was such a little whisper I could hardly hear it myself.
"Joe.  What happened to me...?"

His smile.  Oh, I could look at his smile all day and then look some
more.

"You had a dry cum -- pretty good one, too.  Your ass really pinched my
finger, and, man were you moving around inside there!"  He kissed my
shoulder.  Then my mouth.

While you fucked me... I thought.  Oh my god, Joe, I love you so much.

But our mouths were pressed together, our tongues licking, tasting,
loving.  So I couldn't say it out loud.  But I knew he had heard me.

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If you're interested, there are other stories I have written for Nifty.
"An Afternoon at the Airport" and "A Sweet Little Pecker" are in
Adult/Youth.  "Two Nights with Ronnie" and "Brian and Benny" are in High
School.

I always appreciate your comments and suggestions.
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