Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2017 17:10:18 -0700
From: Matt G <xx20.i1.xiii13@gmail.com>
Subject: Small Collection of Fuck Stories PT.2 (young friends)

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This Is So Much Better Than Playing Catch
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I've seen my brother naked, though only briefly in the morning. I'd always
wondered what it would be like to catch him jerking off. I wondered how
much sperm he shot or if his leg twitched like mine did when I squirted.

I could just picture his cum shooting up his pecs and abs, his big balls
pulled tight and his long cock jolting with each shot. I assumed it was
long, he was taller and bigger than me. Naturally his dick would be too.

I pulled the blanket down below my balls and my hard dick was already
pointed toward my chest. My leg twitched and my dick erupted with clear
sprays of boy cum. A lot of it. It always made me wonder if Derrick shot as
much as I did, because despite being only eleven, I came so much that I
could leave a sock dripping. Exaggerating of course, but I did shoot three
powerful sprays like one of those small squirt guns.

But no goddamn hair.

I cursed to myself for not thinking ahead and grabbing an old shirt or
something to wipe the drops off runny cum of my body. Just my sleep shirt
which I didn't want to soil just in case it got cold.

I sat up and quickly tossed the covers off my bed after feeling my cum
slide down my body. "Crap-" I hissed. I did not want to sleep in my cum
filled blankets.

"Davey, what're you doin?"

I internally cussed myself out.

My face went hot. "N-nothing."

I scrambled for my shirt. It was somewhere on the bed!

The lamp between our beds clicked on.

I panicked and covered myself up, staring like a deer in the headlights.

For a moment he just stared, piecing it together. And then he cracked
up. "Jesus, Davey!"

I reached for the blankets, pulling at it to find my shirt as he laughed. I
was so embarrassed... being caught with sprays cum on me by my big
brother. "Shut up!"

He ignored me and continued to laugh.

"Derrick!" My search was fruitless.  I just kneeled on my bed with both
hands covering my crotch. "It's not funny!"

"Fuck yeah it is." Derrick laughed. "Bro, you got jizz on your face!"

I indignantly wiped it off my cheek. He just laughed harder.

As a kid, the embarrassment made tears well in my eyes. Brothers made fun
of their younger siblings, but sometimes it hurt, especially when I was
already confused about what little I knew about sex and was waaaay to
embarrassed to ask.

I dropped down to the side of my bed between it and the wall. It was just
wide enough for me to fit because of the night stand. At least he wouldn't
see me with both jizz and tears on my face

"Davey..." his laugh was dying down. "C'mon, I was just playing."

My entire face was hot and red. I hugged my knees and held back my tears of
shame. This was worse than the nightmare of being at school with no pants
on. I idolized him and now I looked like a perv.

"C'mon, it's really no big deal." He lied across my bed, looking down at
me.

"Shut up." I mumbled in a pout.

"Dude, relax." He playfully punched my shoulder a few times. "Every guy
does it."

I pushed his hand away.

"C'mon, man. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed."

"Go away."

He sighed.

There was a tense silence for a short moment.

"You shot a lot." He said, impressed. "More than Kevin, that's for
sure. And he's five years older than you."

Kevin was Derrick's best friend. And he was lying, not that I knew back
then. I thought I shot a lot.

I was a little bit proud at that...

"Your cock's pretty big too." He continued. "Gotta be, what, five inches?"

Pride swelled in my chest. He thought I was big... "Almost four..." I
corrected. He obviously exaggerated, but it made me feel good.

"Damn. I wasn't even that big at your age."

I looked up to him hopefully. "Really?"

He shook his head. "Shit, you'll probably be bigger than me someday."

"Mean it?"

"Yeah." He nodded in serious assurance.

He then took off his white tank top and handed it to me. "Come here, let me
inspect it." He pat the bed next to him.

Hook, line and sinker.

I wiped myself and knelt on the bed in front of him. My little cock was
skinny like any other boy's my age, had an upward curve to it and was was
pressed against my groin almost, hard as a rock with my foreskin covering
it completely, a bit of extra skin at the tip.

"That's a nice one." His eyebrows rose.

I didn't even flinch when he pinched it and skinned it. My pink head was
still wet with my cum.

"Yep..." he cupped my balls, "definitely bigger than mine when I was
eleven."

I giggled a bit when he squeezed my shaft. "That feels weird."

He smirked. "Yeah?"

I nodded.

"Feels a lot better when someone else does it." He slowly jerked my dick
between his fingers.

He was right. It did feel good. Really good.

The thought hadn't even occurred to me that someone else can jerk me off.

"You're definitely gonna be bigger than me." He pulled away.

I was definitely disappointed, but very proud.

I idly continued pulling at my cock. "Can I see?"

"Sure." He flipped to his back and pulled his underwear below his balls.

He was hard. And he was huge. His cock had a downward curve kinda like a
banana only not as curved. His cock head was a deeper, reddish color than
mine and his foreskin covered him just up to his tip which was exposed.

I felt very insignificant next to my sixteen year old brother's muscled
body and huge dick.

"Jeeze..." I mumbled. "How big is it?"

"A full six inches." He wiggled his dick. "Cool, huh?"

I nodded. "How big do you think Kevin's is?"

Derrick lifted his hips and took his boxers off. "He's only five inches."
He tossed his boxers to our floor.

"You seen it?"

Derrick nodded. "Yep. Even touched it."

"Woah..."

"Man, now I'm all horny." He scooted up and leaned against the headboard of
my bed, stroking his dick slowly. "C'mon. Let's jerk off." He smirked.

I swallowed and my dick got harder. I was gonna get to see it! My fantasy!

He held his arm out and I sat with his arm around my shoulder. Our thighs
were touching.

"Show me how you do it."

I pinched my cock head between my fingers and pulled my skin half down and
back up.

"Nice." He nodded in approval. "This is how I do it."

I watched intently.

He took his arm back and pulled his foreskin all the way down, spit in his
free hand and lubed his dick, stroking it from his head to half way down
his shaft and back up.

I watched for a few seconds before looking down at my dick and wondering if
I should do the same. "Does it feel better?"

He smiled. "Here, I'll show you."

I removed my hand and spread my legs for him. Like he did with his dick, he
pulled my skin all the way down, only he just held it with two fingers and
his thumb. He spit on his hand again and wrapped around my dick. I wasn't
big enough to fill his whole hand.

He kneaded my slicked cock. My knees jerked up and I hissed, grabbing his
wrist. "That's sensitive!"

He chuckled but didn't stop.

"Ahh- stop!"

"Chill, kid." He said in amusement.

It was so intense. I writhed, grabbing his wrist with both hands and trying
to push away, but I wasn't strong enough. "Derrick!" I winced. My eyes were
squinted and my hips were bucking, half wanting to escape and half wanting
to push to go faster.

I was near thrashing, but no longer protested. I was in a spinning world of
feelings so intense, I couldn't think properly. I was nearly yelling my
grunts out.

And then my world exploded like a nuclear bomb. My vision blacked out and
then turned very white like I was staring into the sun. My body was
contracting and I was kinda shouting alongside the pumps of cum like I was
being tortured, which I kind of was.

He finally let me go.

I was still seeing fireworks, eyes closed tight, teeth clenched like a vice
grip and hands clawing at the sheets. My bare feet were digging their heels
into my sheets.

For what seemed like forever, I was lost in a completely different world
where my skin was tingling badly and my dick was so hard it hurt. It slowly
died down and my high left me in an after burn of thick haziness and
complete exhaustion. My dick bounced and my hips still thrusted a bit and I
still grunted every few seconds.

By the time it was all over, Derrick lied me down and I was just exhausted.

"Thanks..." I muttered before I just passed out from exhaustion with my
head on his chest.

It was morning when I woke up. I was pressed firmly against my brother's
side, laying my head on his chest and pushing my hard dick into his hip
with my knee resting on his upper thigh. His arm was around me, gently
grabbing my ass with his fingertips touching my hole. I looked down to see
his huge cock hard as steel, leaking a string of pre cum. So I just reached
out and grabbed it.

It was so thick an meaty compared to mine. I was just a skinny spike down
there. I felt his blood pulse through it and loved the feeling of it
hardening and pumping out more pre cum. I pulled his skin back. His head
throbbed and another stream dropped down to his stomach.

He grabbed my hand, leaned forward and dropped a huge glob of spit in my
palm before pulling back his own foreskin. "Like I showed you."

I glanced up for reassurance. His cheeks were flushed and he just nodded.

I grabbed his pole and squeezed his head like he did to himself and began
to stroke.

"Ohh, god." His other hand gripped my ass and pulled me into his hip firmly
and sighed contentedly. "You're doing good, Davey."

I was transfixed on his massive dick and his dark, blonde pubes. I wished I
had my other hand free so I could play with his big, hairy, teen balls. I
loved the way his six pack flexed when his dick did.

I was also loving the way his fingertips were digging into my ass. A bit
painful, but the pressure was oddly satisfying.

"Ohh." He groaned. His breathing hastened. "Uhhh- shit, imma cum really
hard."

That was an exciting sentence.

He quickly brushed my hand aside and grabbed it himself. His body curled a
bit forward. It was coming.

"Unh- fuck." He went still for a couple of seconds and bent his dick
forcefully toward his chin.

I was amazed to see his cock fire off thick sprays like a fire hose. It hit
him in the face more than once, and even splashed across the head boards
few times. I had to pull my head back to keep it from getting on me.

I couldn't count how many, but it was a hell of a lot.

He breathed hard and his body relaxed as he slowly stroked his cock,
foreskin sliding up and down. "Fuck, that was crazy."

I stayed quiet, just eyeing the cum on him. It seemed clear like mine, but
less watery and more sticky. I touched my fingers to one splat and rubbed
it between them.

"Pretty cool, huh?" My brother swiped the cum off of his face with a short
chuckle. "All over my fucking face." He muttered.

"It's a lot." I finally said.

"Sure is." He agreed.

"How come I don't make that much?" I asked. I shot a lot for my age, by
that I mean powerful sprays like a squirt gun, but not floods like him.

"Maybe your just not old enough yet." He shrugged. "You hit the head board
the first shot last night."

"I did?"

He nodded. "Don't remember?"

I shook my head.

"Yeah, you pretty much passed out right after you came."

"How come you didn't?" I asked, a bit pouty that I was the only one that
did. "You said you were gonna cum hard."

"I'm more used it." Derrick answered. "My dick isn't as sensitive as
yours."

"Mines not sensitive!" I defended. Made me sound like a pussy!

He threw his hands up. "Okay, okay."

I frowned.

"There's a way we can see if you can make as much as me."

I glanced up with hopeful eyes. "How?"

"Rub on your prostate." He simply answered as if all eleven year olds knew
what the fuck that was.

"Huh?"

"Your prostate." He repeated. "It's in your butt."

"Ew! No!"

"Davey, would I steer your wrong?" He asked pointedly.

I sighed. "I dunno..."

"You liked what I did last night?"

I nodded slowly.

"So, just trust me, okay?"

I grimaced a bit. "In my butt, though?"

He shrugged and nodded.

"How do you even get to it?"

"Fingers, dummy."

I frowned. "Shut up. I'm not dumb."

He shook his head in amusement. "Just lay on your back."

I rolled my eyes and did what he said.

"Spread your legs." He knelt and reached off the bed for his underwear so
he could wipe his mess up. I spread my legs. "Hold on." He stood up, semi
hard dick bouncing as he went to the other side of his bed and pulled
something out of his nightstand. He flashed a bottle of
something. "Lube. So it won't hurt as bad."

"As bad?" I questioned.

"Kinda hurts at first, but just trust me, okay?"

I sighed dramatically. I wasn't keen to this idea too much, the thought of
something going up my butt wasn't the most interesting of ideas, but I
wanted to see if I could shoot like he did. My dick went soft.

He knelt between my legs and pulled me to him so my thighs were resting on
top of his. He lubed his fingers around my hole, which was cold and felt
kinda gross. "Ready?"

"I guess."

His finger pressed against my entrance. "Push like you're taking a shit."

I giggled boyishly and pushed. I hissed a bit when is finger popped in. It
didn't hurt, per se... "that's... weird."

His finger slipped all the way in. I felt his knuckles on my cheeks.

"Just feels like I gotta poop." I whined.

"Davey, relax. I got you."

I sighed again.

His finger pulled back and I felt his other finger up against the outside.

"Two!?" I leaned up and stared incredulously.

"Davey, I will knock you out." He threatened humorously. "Push."

"Ahh." The second one did hurt a bit. But that feeling was quickly gone as
both fingers slid in slowly. "Oh..." I finally was starting to recognize
what he'd been saying. His fingers were curling in me and pressing on
something that made my hips buck a bit.

"Found it." He pushed harder.

"Oh, jeeze!" My cock felt like piss had dropped out, but I didn't even care
because it felt so good.

He held out his free hand. "Wrists."

"What for?"

"Just trust me."

I nodded and offered my wrists and he grabbed them both with his big hand,
leaned forward and pinned them above my head.

Before I could get mad that he duped me into being pinned, he pushed even
harder and my dick stiffened very rapidly.

I stared down my body, trying to see if I could catch a glimpse of his
fingers in my pink hole.

Damn, it felt so crazy. Not like the night before where it was too much,
but this was like laughing gas at the dentist, it made my mind fuzzy and my
body tingle warmly.

He held my wrists to prevent me from giving in to the urge to jerk
myself. I'd probably cum too soon and he wanted to make it last.

"Feel good?"

I nodded. I imagined my face was flushed. It felt hot. "It's so cool."

He smiled.

His fingers slid back a bit and I looked down curiously, still unable to
see what he was doing.

"Gonna try three." He explained. "The bigger, the better it feels."

I just nodded. If he said it was better, he could stick a truck in there.

I felt his third finger press against me and I pushed for him. I sighed
almost contentedly when it did join the other two. He was right. The bigger
the better.

"Look."

I glanced down to see my dick leak out a spurt of boy cum. It was just a
little bit across my tummy. But it felt so good. "Do it again." I breathed.

My back arched when his fingers dug into my spot. This time, I felt the
sheer intensity of it as I was pushed into an orgasm. My knee jerked and
instead of an explosion like normal, it was a pulsating feeling coming
right from my asshole and my dick that made me grunt lightly and push my
hips into the bed. My dick turned on like a hose and spewed several thin
sprays of clear cum all the way up to my cheek. I couldn't flood myself
like he could, but I was impressed with the seven shots, two of which hit
my face.

Despite my dick softening, his fingers felt better than ever. I didn't want
him to stop... "keep going?"

He smiled and slowly pulled his fingers out.

"Derrick, please?"

He let my wrists go and pushed his dick forward, skimming back his
head. "Do me."

The thought of him spraying again took my mind away from being fingered for
the moment.

I sat up and grabbed his dick.

He sighed heavily and threw his head back. He put his hand over mine and
guided me on how fast and tight I should do it until he thrust his hips
forward and held my hand tight. His cock throbbed and blasted out two shots
of cum against the headboard, oozing out a few big globs that dropped to
the bed.

He smiled at me.

I just smiled back as if we were playing a game like we would when I was
younger. Only this game felt really, really good.

He chuckled a bit when he released his cock. "We both got jizz on our
faces."

I couldn't help but crack a smile.  _____________________

------------------- Just Doing What Comes Naturally -------------------

The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the distinct slippery sound,
steady creeks of a mattress who's frame was lightly tapping on the wall
coupled with low grunts and hot breaths played the song of sex. A series of
sounds I'd come to look forward to every chance I got.

Chase's short sleeved baseball jersey was unbuttoned and pulled open, his
cleats still on, laces sloppily untied and his pants open and pushed down
to his ankles. Sweat glistened off of his body, droplets trailing from his
forehead, taking the red-orange of the lingering baseball field's sand that
tinted his normally shimmering, blonde/brown, cropped hair with it. He was
sitting against the headboard, feet touching but knees spread open, his
jock strap was pulled to the side, exposing his smooth balls and rigid
shaft, slick with spit and sliding in and out of my hole.

I was straddling him, squatting on his cock, naked from the waist down with
the exception of my long, red and white baseball socks. My throbbing dick
was between me and his flexing abs. His hands were gripping my ribs, my
baseball jersey - of a completely different team - opened just like his,
only I had a tight, white tank top underneath that he pulled up just to
have that skin contact, exposing my flexing boy abs. My hat was twisted
backward so that our foreheads could touch and I had something to rest my
head on and eyes to stare into.

"Levi, I'm close." I felt his hot breath on my lips and chin right before
he pushed them into mine and pushed his tongue against mine.

His fingers dug into my ribs and his entire body stiffened. He pushed his
hips to get as much of his five inch teen dick inside me as he could and
held it there.

He always tensed before the first shot, I would come to realize. His cock
got harder inside me and then he groaned in strained pleasure just once,
body now shaking as he emptied his cum inside my hole. He kissed me hard
and fucked a bit forcefully. It hurt a little.

And just like that, it was over.

His hips melted alongside his body and most likely his interest in having
sex like always, leaving me horny and wondering if I actually did orgasm
and didn't notice it.

His head fell back against the bed rest and his chest heaved, up and
down. He was on his way to be perfectly sculpted, a baseballer by nature,
his muscles were more developed than mine. They looked perfect on his 15
year old frame.

Fuck, he was perfect. And I was jealous that he got to get that feeling.

He smiled at me and that always made me blush.

His knuckles brushed my flushed cheek. "You're so amazing." I smiled a bit
when his voice cracked.

I couldn't help but look away nervously. Everything was still so new to me,
I wasn't sure how to act. I was always afraid I was gonna do something
wrong. This wasn't like having a simple crush on the high school JV pitcher
who's team practiced on the fields across from my little league team and
who's house had been next door to mine since I could remember. This wasn't
like watching him swim in his backyard naked and fantasizing about things I
really didn't even understand at the time. This was way different. This was
the real deal.

He chuckled. "Did'ya cum?"

He pulled my foreskin back while we both looked down.

I didn't know if I could shoot because I hadn't experienced an orgasm
yet. Sex was so new to me.

Don't get me wrong, being fucked felt amazing but we'd only done it four
times. We were both pretty tired the first time he fucked me, which he
totally talked me into while we were both swimming in his backyard naked -
he talked me into that first. He came and assumed I did, I thought I had as
well.

The second time, inside the bathroom at the fields, I was too nervous to
get hard. The third time, in the back of his mom's car parked in the garage
because he was way too worried about making noise, he tried to make me cum
but we were both too nervous that we'd be caught. That fear faded fast as
we fucked more though...

This time, he just finished too fast. What 15 year old didn't when they
were that excited and inside a tight hole though?

He took hold of my cock with his fingers, pulling the skin up and pinching
the excess lightly.

I always felt a bit disappointed when I looked at myself down there. Bald
as a baby. I'm sure my 3 1/2 inches would look more manly with a bush and
some hair on my balls, but alas, freshly turned eleven year olds didn't
have hair.

He frowned lightly. "You're getting soft."

"Sorry..." I meekly replied.

He chuckled. "Hey, relax, bud. It's me who fucked up."

I gave him a curious look.

"If I can't make you stay hard, I need to work on my game."

I giggled.

"Maybe we should fuck more. Good practice, after all." He winked, gently
pulled in and out of me. His cum was dripping down my thigh.

I pulled my jersey and hat off, tossing them to the floor and the dresser
respectively.

I clenched my hole on his cock a few times making my dick jerk just a bit.

"God, you're so fucking cute."

I frowned just a bit. I could only take hearing that so many times. "I'mma
boy." I pouted softly.

He grabbed my little dick between his fingers and wiggled it. "I can see
that."

"Well, boys aren't cute. Girls and puppies are cute."

"Hmm... good point." He stroked me idly. "Well, then what are you?"

I shrugged.

"Do you think I'm cute?"

I shook my head.

"What am I?"

I hesitated and stuttered for a moment. "I- dunno.... you're... really
cool." I said very lowly with a furious blush following.

He smiled wide with a twinkle in his eye. He leaned up and kissing me with
all the passion a 15 year old boy could muster and pecked my nose and cheek
softly afterward. It made my chest leap. "You're so fucking hot." He kissed
me softly. "And amazing." He gently bit my bottom lip. "And your butthole
is so tight."

I snorted and giggled, smacking his chest.

I yelped when he grabbed me and rolled me over and laughed some more when
he fumbled around, trying to kick off his cleats and pants.

He finally succeeded and was only in high socks and his open, short sleeved
jersey.

He swiftly pushed himself between my legs. "You think that's funny, huh?"
He smiled teasingly and kissed my lips.

I nodded.

I gasped and gave a small grimace through my smile when his hard cock
entered me.

He grabbed the bottom of my tank top and lifted it over my head, tossing it
somewhere in the hamper that was the floor of of a teenage boy's room.

His lips pressed firmly against mine and all humor was lost when his hips
moved back and forth methodically.

He was still new at it just like me. Sloppy and uncoordinated as ever. But
to me, it was the best thing I could ever feel just because it was
him. Sure, his cock hurt a shit ton for the first few minutes and sometimes
it got a little dry - not this time since his cum lubed me -, he'd go a
little too hard for a few moments when he got too excited and his teeth bit
too hard on my skin sometimes. But it was still him on top of me. Still
Chase. Even in his inexperience, his cock was still perfect to me.

My feet were locked on his lower back and I'd pulled him so he was laying
right on top of me, chest to chest and had my arms wrapped around him in a
tight hug. It felt so good, I didn't think sex could be better than feeling
so close to someone. I literally couldn't imagine a feeling better.

He huffed lightly in my ear with each soft thrust.

I on the other hand, was relatively silent. A small grunt once and a while
if it got uncomfortable, but not a peep out of me as if I was trying not to
wake someone up.

"Get on your hands and knees." Chase pulled out of me and sat up, leaving
me missing his weight on me.

"How come?"

He smiled. "You'll see."

I internally shrugged and got on my hands and knees. It dawned on me when I
felt him scoot closer and spread my legs a bit.

For some reason, this felt more natural.

His cock glided into me.

He lied on my back and began. Again, I felt his breath on my ear. "I'm
gonna make you cum this time. I promise." He breathed.

My cock jerked at the surge of horniness I felt. "What's it like?"

His hands were all over my body, rubbing and caressing me while fucking me
gently. "Like nothing you've ever felt." He breathed softly. "Like an
explosion of feelings in your entire body."

He pinched my dick, sending a surge of tingling pleasure through me when he
slowly started pulling my foreskin up and down.

The tension in my body tightened. I felt the familiar sensation when he
touched me that made me force him to stop. I didn't want to pee in front of
the coolest teenage boy ever that I was so in love with "Chase, I'm gonna
pee. Stop." I said with my eyes squinted.

"D'you trust me?" He paused his masturbating.

Stupid question.

I nodded.

"Then let it happen."

"What if I pee on the bed?"

He pulled out of me in response and shuffled in front of me, pulling me
into him while he fell to his back. He kissed me hard and bucked into
me. And then he grabbed my thighs and pulled me forward so I was straddling
him. "Lift." He tapped my ass.

I followed his instructions and he positioned me over his throbbing, uncut
cock that was slick with his cum. He grabbed himself, eased his skin back
and placed the tip at my hole. "Sit."

I let him sink into me.

He was deep this time. Deeper than ever. It felt so strangely wonderful.

"If you pee, you can just pee on me." He assured.

I giggled st the prospect and he smiled.

His hips started thrusting up but he wasn't really fucking me so much as
humping me. I did what came naturally and lifted my ass and sat back down,
riding his dick.

It felt good to be in control of the pace.

His fingers pinched my dick and started to jerk it.

That pleasure returned in full force.

I leaned over him on my hands, able to look him in the eyes while he took
over fucking his hard cock in me.

That pressure built again and the sensation crept up strong as ever. I
grimaced a bit.

"Let it happen." He whispered.

I just nodded.

Fuck it. If I pee, I pee.

That sensation suddenly exploded in waves.

Chase let my dick go which bounced furiously and out from it, a powerful
shot of boy cum painted a line across his chest. And then just drops
accompanied by a grunt that was almost pained. Those drops of watery cum
slid down my shaft and dripped off my ball sack.

I shook wildly and one arm collapsed to its elbow. My forehead hovered
above his lips giving him an easy distance to kiss. "I didn't know you
could shoot cum yet."

I heaved a few breaths, silent for a short moment before I looked down at
his chest. Pride swelled in my chest at the thin steaks of clear, thin cum
that dripped down his ribs at that point. "Me either." I whispered.

So that was sex... actual, full sex.

"Feel good?"

Good didn't even cut it.

I nodded instantly and quickly, making him chuckle. "Can we do it again?"

"In a little while, buddy. I shot another load in you so imma have to wait
for a while."

I was disappointed but I noted that my cock was softening like his was in
my asshole.

He swiped up some of my cum and ate it, so I did as well. "Doesn't taste
like anything."

Chase shrugged. "I like it."

He pulled his dick out and I layed on my side. He pressed his body to my
back and wrapped his arm around me tight. I held it like a stuffed animal.

The feelings swimming through me were so new but also felt so natural. I
was glowing.

And it was because of him.

"I love you." I whispered with a blush.

He kissed the top of my head. "I love you too, Levi."  _______________


--------------- If It's Not Just Posturing, Then Prove It ---------------

"...and she came up to us at the grocery store and asked if she could
borrow some cash from Jordan. Like, you know how much they hate each other
so Jordan was like, fuck no! So Rachel was like..."

Zach simply listened to the boyish ramblings with a contented look on his
face as he and Miles; his best, oldest and craziest friend walked back to
Zach's house. Friday afternoons until late in the evenings were generally
spent at the pizza place down the street from their middle school and
subsequently, the entire shopping center it resided in. Adults hated
it. Middle schoolers were rowdy and menaces, especially boys, and extra
especially, boys like Miles. Just one glance at the short, twelve year old,
blonde boy with a constant look of mischief plastered on his face, and you
knew he was going to do something crazy. It was inevitable.

Zach was used to it. Miles and his antics were just another day spent with
his best friend. Nothing new but the insane adventure conjured from his too
smart for his own good brain. Zach always suspected that it had something
to do with Miles being a late developer, that he had to impress the boys at
school to prove to himself that he was masculine and just as manly as any
of the rest of them. And it worked. He was both the class clown and the
instigator of crazy shit all twelve year old boys take great pleasure in
doing. In fact, if it wasn't for Zach, Miles would've been the alpha male
of the seventh grade class. But Miles was happy with being the alpha male's
most trusted right hand man.

Zach was six months and 2 days older and three inches taller than his best
friend. Brown hair, sharp green eyes and a killer smile made the girls
blush. If he ever took his shirt off, the girls came in their panties. As a
life long wrestler, he was as defined as a 13 year old boy could be while
Miles tried his best too keep up, doing a damn good job for a 12 year
old. He did enjoy looking at himself in the mirror and seeing the results
of daily push-ups, sit-ups and curls with 10 lb's like his best friend did
nightly.

"-and she actually did it! She flashed us for 30 full seconds!" Miles
exclaimed, almost in disbelief himself.

"Nice." Zach smirked.

"Nice!? Dude, I'm talking legit boobs! Tits!" Miles got lost in his own
world filled with Rachel's boobs.

Zach merely shook his head as they walked up his driveway.

"I can't believe you missed it! Where were you?"

Zach unlocked the door and the two boys went inside. Zach tried ignoring
the question.

"Seriously, dude, where were you?"

Zach internally sighed. He cleared his throat. "I was finishing up some
stuff for my dad." He lied.

Miles rose an eyebrow. "What stuff? Thought you were free all
afternoon. And why are you wearing a different shirt?"

"Nothing, Miles. Drop it." Zach lightly snapped.

"Jeeze, calm your balls. I was just asking."

Zach shook his head in annoyance.

What was he supposed to say? He'd been so horny that he had to go home and
take out his dick before it fell off from being hard all day? That he
accidentally shot off on his shirt?

No.

No. no boy admits that.

Zach pushed his thoughts back. "I'm gonna shower real fast." He said once
they had made it up the stairs to his room.

Miles merely nodded and tossed himself onto Zach's bed and grabbing the tv
remote.

Zach turned the shower on and stripped his clothes off, getting under the
warm stream.

He was grateful he'd busted his load before he'd gone to hang out at the
pizza place. He wasn't as horny as he would've been if he hadn't. Being
thirteen, however, made horniness a perpetual issue. Just not -as- bad.

Zach ignored his dick which was bothering him like an incessant tapping on
his shoulder. With a sigh, he looked down at it, his four inch semi begging
to stretch to its full five inches. He pulled back his foreskin to wash
himself, begging it not to get hard.

A sudden opening of the bathroom the door made sure Zach's dick went back
to full flaccid. "Dude, your parents just called and said they're staying
in the city for the night!"

Zach opened the shower door peeked out with wide eyes. "What!? You're
serious!?"

Miles nodded rapidly.

"Holy shit! Yes!" Zach cheered. He closed the door and began to quickly
wash, having sat in thought.

"What should we do?" Miles asked excitedly.

A million ideas ran through Zach's head all at once. "I dunno. What do you
wanna do?" Zach shut the shower off.

Miles was about to reply when he saw the dark blue shirt Zach had been
wearing at school discarded in beside the toilet. He picked it up and
stared blankly at it, knowing instantly what the crusted, white stains
were. "Dude, why did you wipe up with your shirt?"

"What?" Zach peeked out of the shower. Panic shot through him.

He leaned out and tried snatching the soiled shirt, but Miles just stood up
and played keep away while smirking impishly. "If you want, I can give you
a box of tissues."

"Miles!" Zach complained. "Give it to me!"

"Is that what you were moaning while cranking it?" Miles jerked off the
air.

Zach contained his blush. He wouldn't be embarrassed, he wasn't the alpha
male for nothing. "I was actually picturing your sister moaning bent over
that counter." He smugly said.

Miles's face distorted. "Ugh." He tossed the offending shirt aside. "She'd
never go for you anyways. She likes guys who don't bust at a breeze."

Zach pulled behind the shower door. "Please! Like you didn't almost cream
your jeans when Rachel's titties were popping out."

Miles stood up and stretched. "Yeah, but those were some actual tits. Flesh
and bone."

"The fuck kind of tits did she have?"

Miles rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah." Zach agreed. "Like your sister' tits with my dick between 'em." He
smirked at his own statement.

"I told you, she'd never go for you." Miles repeated. "She likes guys with
big dicks."

"I gotta big dick."

Miles huffed dramatically. "I've seen your dick, Zach."

"Yeah, soft."

Miles rolled his eyes. "Like it's a snake when it's hard...."

"Fuck yeah."

"Bullshit."

Miles was now curious. On top of being boned and practically dripping pre
cum since he saw Zach's shirt. This was all just an elaborate excuse
for... "prove it."

Zach scoffed. "I would, but I don't wanna turn you on."

"Well, too late for that." Miles chuckled ironically.

Zach peeked out again with an eyebrow rose. "Seriously?"

Miles shrugged. "What? We've been talking about tits and stuff."

Zach looked at Miles's shorts curiously. "Figures I can't tell." He pulled
back inside the shower.

Miles blushed at his friend's lewd comment. "Fuck you. Probably bigger than
yours."

"Strip. Let's see." Zach said from behind the shower door.

Miles blushed madly. "Fuck you."

"You have to be naked to do that, Miles." Zach reminded.

"You wanna see my dick, fag?"

"Sure." Zach peeked back out. "I wanna prove that I have the bigger cock so
you can acknowledge my dick's bigness."

Miles smirked despite himself.

"So? Let's see it."

"You first."

Zach shook his head. "You asked first, so I'll do it when you do it."

Miles gave Zach an incredulous look. "What kind of logic is that?"

Zach shrugged, smirking to himself.

Turning the water off, he reached for his towel and began drying himself in
the shower. "So? You gonna puss out?" He stepped out with the towel around
his waist.

Miles stuck his middle finger up. "Fuck off."

"Alright, fine." Zach said. He swiped the shirt Miles found off of the
counter. "Gotta use this real fast."

"You're gonna go jack off now?"

"Yeah. I'm horny." Zach answered. "Wanna come?" He winked.

Miles chuckled. "You go have fun with your little worm."

"Sure you don't wanna be the bird and eat it?"

"Fuck you."

Zach shrugged.

He walked passed Miles and moved to leave.

Miles hated that he was being so chicken shit, so he just pushed his
thoughts and worries down. "Fine."

Zach looked at Miles with a confused gaze.  "Fine what?"

"I'll show you."

Zach turned fully to his friend.

"Outside."

"What?" Zach laughed incredulously.

"In the hot tub." Miles elaborated.

"Seriously?" Zach dead panned.

"What're you scared?" Miles challenged. "Gotta teeny weeny?"

Zach glared. "Uhh, not really."

"Then what's the problem"

"I literally just got out of the shower."

Miles rose an eyebrow. "So? Suck it up. I know you wanna. You got a boner."
He pointed with a mischievous smirk.

Zach looked down. Yep, tenting his towel.

"Yeah, it's too big. Can't hide it."

Miles rolled his eyes. "So? You game?"

"Fuck it. Let's go." Zach lead the way

They nearly jogged through the house toward Zach's back yard with his boner
throbbing away in their pants and towel.

Zach's skin tingled with goosebumps when the cool, night air brushed
against his bare chest and legs.

Zach didn't even wait or ask for help. He just pulled open the large cover,
grunting and flexing as he did. He looked to Miles. "You gonna go in your
clothes or what?" He stuck his toe in tentatively and pulled back with a
light hiss. He knelt down on the wooden deck that the hot tub was on and
reached for the buttons.

The sound of the jets coming to life made Miles jump a bit.

"Miles, come on!" Zach smiled. "Dude, it's just a boner. Who cares?"

Miles frowned. "You're not even naked"

Zach sighed irritably. He stood up and tossed the towel to the
side. "There."

He stood in all his naked glory, five inches of teenage meat throbbing and
begging for attention. Zach was right... it was big. At least on his body
it looked big, thick and a bit curved to the right.

Miles's eyes stayed glued to his nude friend's cock, admiring the small
patch of thin pubes.

"Well?!" Zach impatiently said.

"Fine. Just... turn off the lights though."

"Oh my god." Zach sighed in frustration and turned off the hot tub's
lights. "Happy?"

Miles swallowed hard and began to unbuckle his belt and pull off his
shirt. He took his pants off and left himself in boxer briefs tented. He
covered himself modestly and neared the hot tub.

In one swift movement, Miles pushed his briefs off and stepped into the hot
tub, standing on a ledge. His boner was around 3 and a quarter inches,
sticking straight up with just a tad bit of extra foreskin. His balls were
tight and smooth.

Zach wadded toward his friend and took a close look. "Heh. I'm bigger."

Miles frowned. "So? You're older!"

"Yeah, so?" Zach shrugged. "I knew I was gonna be bigger, dumb ass."

"So why'd you wanna see it then?"

Zach shrugged. "Horny, I guess. You gotta nice dick." He smiled.

"Huh?" Miles looked at Zach with a confused look.

"What? A guy can't admire another guy's cock?"

"Uh... I guess." Miles answered awkwardly. "Your's is... nice too."

Zach smiled and stood up again, grabbing his uncut meat and pulling his
skin back a little.

Miles smiled through his awkwardness. "We should get in."

"Yeah."

Both dipped in slowly until they were submerged to their chests. All
awkwardness seemed to disappear with the warmth and relaxation of their
bodies. Miles smiled and sighed loudly and contentedly.

Zach agreed silently.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Zach was still throbbing
and still hornier than ever and he was getting a bit impatient. He'd have
jacked off ten times by now.

"You still got a boner?" Zach asked, breaking the heavy silence.

Miles just nodded.

"Me too." Zach said. "I need to cum so bad!"

Again, Miles just nodded after a few silent moments.

"Yeah, me too."

Their hearts pounded. Just like they wanted to do to their cocks.

"You wanna do it?" Zach gazed hopefully in Miles's direction.

Miles gulped. "Do you?"

"Fuck yes!"

Miles blushed a bit. "Yeah... me too."

Zach's eyes lit up. "You sure?"

Miles nodded.

Without a second thought, Zach stood and sat at the tub's ledge, gripping
his hard dick and pulling his skin back and forth slowly. "You gonna do
it?"

Miles cleared his throat. "Yes..." he slowly stood up and followed his
older friend's lead. He had his dick in between his fingers and thumb,
slowly stroking.

Zach made no attempt to hide his lustful stare at Miles's dick.

"D'you ever put it against the jets?" Zach asked.

Miles gave Zach a confused, but interested look.

"Like, push against one of the jets."

Miles shook his head. "Does it feel good?"

Zach nodded. "Dude! Yes. But you gotta do it on one of the ones that don't
shoot too hard." He explained. "There's only the two over here." He pointed
to his side of the tub. "Wanna try?"

"Yah."

Zach stood in the water while Miles wadded over. "So, this one-" he pat the
jet under the water a bit to his right, "and this one." The other was right
in front of him. Seemed to be habit to get into the tub by those jets.

Miles felt for the jet and followed Zach's lead, kneeling on the underwater
bench. "So just put it near the jet?" Miles asked.

"Don't put your head to it." Zach warned. "Just like, along the bottom."

Miles nodded and knelt maybe only a foot away from Zach who was fiddling
with himself under water.

Zach felt the pressure of the jet on his stomach.

"Oh, shit." Miles eyes opened a bit wider. Zach was right... it did feel
good.

He layed his arms on the deck and rested his head on them.

Zach couldn't see Miles's dick unfortunately.

He found the right angle finally and pressed his cock against it. He
groaned lightly.

"Feels so good." Miles breathed out.

Zach nodded. "Told ya."

Zach pressed his dick firmly against the jet and followed Miles's lead and
resting his head on his arms. It was a bit awkward because he had to keep
his groin pushed forward, but it seemed to just happen instinctively
anyways.

Zach had been more than right. Every time he did it, the pressure on Zach's
dick was incredibly stimulating. Especially when he pushed his groin
further and smushed his dick between his groin and the jet.

As good as it felt, though, he knew it wouldn't be enough to make him
cum. There wasn't enough pressure from the jet, and the others would just
hurt. He always had to finish himself out of the tub.

It didn't matter, though. It still made his body tingle from his cock
outward.

For what seemed like forever, both boys sat in silence, gently rocking
their hips and lost in their own world of pleasure.

Miles broke Zach out of his when he grunted. "...Close." He breathed.

"Don't cum in the water." Zach said.

Miles nodded and stood up, quickly turned around and arched his back. Zach
watched in wonder as Miles grabbed his dick and pumped madly with his chin
glued to his chest. His body tensed and his fist stopped while holding his
foreskin pulled tight. Miles groaned loudly.

His cock sprayed cum like rapid fire. Five pumps, the first two spewed all
the way up to Miles's face, making him flinch, and the rest shot wet drops
on his chest. What seemed like the last few pumps oozed out of his head and
then Miles squeezed his dick and pumped it one more time. Miles bucked his
hips in sync with more shots that pumped out, the first one shooting as far
as his nipple.

His head went back for a moment as his chest heaved like he'd just run a
marathon. He pulled himself out of the water and leaned back on his hands
with one leg bent inward and the other foot barely touching the water.

Zach couldn't really tell what was cum and what was water save for the
dripping wetness on his face and even the damp drops in his hair.

"Holy..." Miles heaved. He looked over to Zach and smiled a big, goofy
smile. "That was... shit..." he plopped down to the deck and spread his
arms out.

The jets stopped.

Miles looked at Zach one more time. "Close?"

Zach looked down and lightly sighed. He shook his head. "I was, then you
stopped cumming."

"Heh. Turn you on?" Miles asked tiredly.

Zach shrugged. "Why?

"Hey, its cool if you think I'm hot." Miles layed his head back down as he
teased.

"For real, I'm not gay and shit." Zach began. "But that was hot."

Miles shrugged. "Who cares if you are or aren't?" He chuckled. "I thought
you looked pretty hot." He looked at Zach again with a light blush.

Zach was taken off guard by that. "Wait, what?"

"Y'know, you sitting there... all hard and stuff." He layed back down and
shrugged again. "I dunno, turned me on."

Zach shook his head and blinked his eyes. Did the heat get to his head?

"Uh... I'm sorry if... I freaked you out." Miles said after a few
moments. "Should've just kept it to myself."

Zach rolled his eyes. "Who fuckin cares. Maybe we're both just too hot for
our own good. I mean, I'd turn gay for you." He winked playfully.

Miles smiled. "For real." He pushed himself to his elbows. "Want me to pose
for you so you can finish?" He impishly said.

"No." he stood up and knelt on the edge. "I want you to finish me off."

Miles's eyes went a bit wide. "Wait, what?"

Zach knelt over Miles. "Dude, jerk me off."

Miles stared, stunned for a few seconds before he looked at the hard dick
above him.

He was suddenly turned back on.

Miles nodded. "Um... okay."

Zach smiled wide. "One sec. Gonna close the lid." He said
offhandedly. Miles moved back a bit. The bit of light that the hot tub
provided disappeared and left them with just the moon and the house lights
in the distance.

"So... how do we do this?" Miles asked.

"Just kneel in front of me."

Miles propped up on his knees, face to face with Zach. He swallowed his
inhibitions and reached out to touch Miles's chest. "Just... making sure
you're there."

Zach nodded, accepting the lame excuse to touch him. He scoot
forward... pretty damn close to Miles. . They could feel each other's
warmth on their skin and their breath.

Zach's hand was still resting on Miles's chest. He could feel - practically
hear his heart thumping wildly.

"Ready?" Miles asked shakily.

Zach "Dude..." He grabbed Miles's wrist and his hand glided down Zach's
chest and stomach before wrapping tightly around his boner.

The warmth of Miles's hand wrapping around Zach's dick sent shivers down
his spine. And when the cock stiffened in Miles's hand when Zach clenched,
it sent shivers down Miles's spine.

"That feels so good." Zach groaned lightly.

For a few moments, Miles just squeezed and gently pinched the the head
between his fingers to get used to Zach's larger cock.

Pre cum drooled out when he pulled Zach's foreskin back, coating his
knuckles and dripping to the floor. "Geeze..." Miles whispered.

"Yeah, Ieak a lot. Hot, huh?"

Mikes nodded. "So do I." He grabbed Zach's wrist and slid his hand to
Miles's now hard cock. Zach wrapped around it instinctively and pulled the
skin down. It wasn't as much as Zach's, but it was still a lot.

Miles gently stroked, following Zach's lead.

After a few moments, Miles shuddered and grabbed Zach's wrist.

Zach chuckled. "Don't last long, do you?"

Miles shook his head.

Zach stopped stroking, content with just holding his friend's dick. It was
so hot, so hard and soft. The throb of a pulse going through it and when it
stiffened and dripped more pre cum was almost overloading his senses, much
less having his dick stroked. It was like every porno he'd ever seen. One
guy stroked the other and it was always so hot. He only wished things would
go further like they did in the movies.

"Close yet?" Miles's whisper was barely audible.

Zach nodded. "Go faster."

Miles obliged.

Zach unintentionally moaned very lightly. His body was tightening and
relaxing quickly at the feelings shooting through him. A whole new world of
jerking off.

He was quickly going to be pushed over the edge. "Miles... I'm gonna cum."
He said in a huff. Miles kept going without pause. "Probably all over
you..." he gave pause for a quick huff. "Fuck. Ready?" Miles nodded.

His body contracted and exploded. Zach lost control of his body and his
voice, grunting, squeezing Miles's wrist and even unintentionally pressed
his other hand firmly against Miles's stomach. His dick shot like a hose
being turned on and then pumped jets up Miles's chest. One after
another. So powerful that it was nearly painful with the way he clenched so
hard and tightened his body.

It seemed like an eternity of ecstasy. When it ended, however, he wasn't
disappointed. He was just exhausted. Cumming was a workout.

His eyes opened and he looked at Miles's body, easily able to see the
cum. His cum.

"Hot." He breathed out with a sloppy smile. "Wanna cum on me now?"

Miles didn't answer, but instead grabbed his cock and skinned it
tightly. Like before, he shot quick and strong. Not nearly as much as
before, but enough for Zach to get wet.

Miles took a moment to catch his breath and then smiled.

Zach chuckled and playfully punched Miles's chest.

"That was so cool."

Zach nodded in agreement.

He stood up and pulled Miles up with him. "C'mon! Gotta clean ourselves."

He took off running toward the pool and cannon balled right in.

Miles followed.

Laughing and horsing around, they carried on with their antics like nothing
had happened. Even when they grabbed at each other's soft cocks and pressed
them together quickly. Even when Zach dunked Miles underwater and he
somehow ended up with his face against Zach's cock and balls.

They played around for probably an hour. When they got out, they were
slightly chubbed again, but didn't mention it.

They shared Zach's towel, wrapping around them both, pressed firmly against
each other and laughing at how they could wrap it around them both. They
felt each other bone, but instead of getting too horny, Miles suggested
eating and video games.

They ordered a pizza and chugged down Mt. Dew. Miles had put his red boxer
briefs on and Zach had just a pair of loose, thin sleep pants.

Yelling at the tv, horsing around and constantly going for more soda and
pizza, their boners went away and were at the back of their minds.

Eventually, the sugar and caffeine wore off and they were crashing. They
took their fun up to Zach's room and put on the scariest movie they could
find, turned the lights off and cowered under the covers while acting as
macho as possible.

Miles was dozing in the middle, however. And eventually, he plopped
down. "Gonna sleep now."

Zach, glued to the tv, nodded.

His thoughts were on the movie, wanting to throw the tv out the window but
unable to look away from the screen at the same time. He was surprised he
didn't wake Miles up with how he jumped.

And then, the tone of the movie and the thoughts in Zach's head
changed. The hot guy and girl cliches were about to have sex and the
obligatory nude scene would be next.

Only thing disappointing was that they only showed the girl's boobs and
vagina. Zach was not interested. He had us eyes glued to the hot teen,
trying to catch even a glimpse of his dick. His heart jumped when he saw
the guy's pubes, just barely. It was enough to satisfy and intensify his
horniness.

The rest of the movie was a blur.

Zach looked over to Miles who was asleep. He wondered if his younger friend
would do it again. Make Zach cum. Touch his dick...

He wondered if he could get Miles to go further.

Zach hadn't even realize that he'd been staring at a midnight show about
jewelry until Miles shifted. "Dude... what're you watching?" He groggily
asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

Zach shrugged. "I dunno." He reached around for the remote.

Miles threw the covers off of him and went to the bathroom.

He came back and jumped on the bed. "You're not tired?" He asked.

Zach shook his head.

"Jeeze." Miles layed back down and pulled the blankets over him.

Zach sat in silence, arguing with himself about whether or not he should
ask Miles. He was tense and shaking lightly at remembering how good it felt
before, but he didn't want to seem gay...

But then again... fuck it.

Eventually, horniness won. "Miles." Zach voiced.

"Hmm." Miles acknowledged. He shifted and turned over. "What's up?"

Zach's nerves came back. "Dude, I'm fucking horny again."

"Really?" Miles propped up on his elbow and rubbed one eye with a closed
fist.

Zach nodded.

Miles yawned his tiredness away. "Can I see?"

Zach threw the covers off and pulled his waistband down pretty quickly.

Miles ogled for a moment at his friend's solid boyhood, lit by the dancing
light from the tv. "Dang."

Zach smiled slyly. "You should jerk me off again." Zach shook from the
hormones coursing through him.

Miles gulped.

Without saying anything, he reached over tentatively and grabbed Zach's
hard dick.

Relief flooded Zach's body. He pulled his pants down to his thighs and sat
up against the back of the bed.

Miles got more comfortable.

It was just as good as Zach remembered. Miles's hand was so warm and his
grip was just perfect. He stroked methodically and it allowed Zach to savor
the feeling.

His eyes were glued to his dick, leaking all over Miles's knuckles and even
some dripping down his balls when Miles took his hand off for a quick
break.

Zach's horniness started eliminating his nerves a bit. He decided to push
the envelope. "You watch pornos?" Zach asked. He saw Miles nod in his
peripheral. Zach swallowed. "You should... blow me like the guys do in the
videos."

He didn't even realize he just admitted to watching gay porn.

Miles stopped stroking for a moment. "Like... suck on it?"

Zach nodded.

Miles looked at said boner, skinning it to get a good look at the slick,
pink head.

"Dude... I don't know, that's pretty gay."

Zach shrugged. "So? Bet you'd like it."

Miles flushed red.

"And you'd look so hot with a dick in your mouth."

Did he want to suck Zach's dick? On the surface, he was saying no... fuck
no. But the thought made his cock leak and his chest thump rapidly.

"You gonna do it or not?"

Like the pornos...

"Yeah..." Miles said, moving his body down. "Take off your pants." Zach
kicked them off and Miles knelt between Zach's legs.

He stared at the hard cock for a moment while Zach had his chin pushed
against his chest. Miles pulled back Zach's foreskin and lightly brushed
his tongue up his friend's dick. He licked up some dripping pre cum with
it.

"Huhhh..." Zach huffed shakily.

Miles looked up at Zach's flushed face, completely lost in horniness. Miles
nearly creamed right there from realizing that he was the one making Zach
feel so good.

"C'mon, put it in your mouth."

Zach melted into the bed when Miles hot mouth swallowed his dick. His lips
sliding along the length of Zach's five inches hastened his breath and
tightened his balls. "Ahh- teeth." Zach hissed.

Miles slurped. "Shit, sorry."

Miles covered his teeth and continued.

It was so good. Zach now knew why the guy's getting sucked moaned and
nearly drooled at the feelings. Zach was groaning softly. Miles was so good
at that.

And Miles was lost in the feeling of Zach's hard, but spongy cock in his
mouth. The swollen head was soft and slick on his tongue and when the dick
tensed, Miles got to taste the pre cum; weird at first but turning him on
to ten now. He couldn't wait to taste Zach's cum and feel it pumping.

Miles started bobbing a bit faster.

"Uhhh-" Zach's almost teenage voice moan in pleasure made Miles
twitch. "Miles keep going, I'mma cum."

Miles tightened his lips.

Zach felt if building. He was close.

He humped instinctively.

Miles choked and pulled off of Zach. He coughed just a little.

Zach smirked cockily. "Big, huh?"

Miles just chuckled and wiped the spit off of his chin. "Whatever."

Zach sighed.

Miles reached over and stroked Zach lightly. "I had you close, huh?"

Zach smiled and nodded. "Dude, that felt so good."

Miles bent back over and licked Zach's dick. Zach smiled and leaned back as
Miles covered his cock head with his mouth.

They continued where they left off for a few minutes. Zach was enjoying
Miles's tongue and seeing his younger friend's head bobbing. He ran his
hand through Miles's hair and rested it on the back of his neck. Then he
moved it to Miles's shoulder.

Zach moaned at the feel of Miles's smooth skin. He remembered how smooth
his dick was.

"Miles." Zach pulled his friend up gently.

Miles gave Zach a confused look.

"Take your underwear off." Zach said lustfully.

"Why?"

"I wanna see your dick."

Miles smiled and flipped to his back to push his underwear off. His covered
dick slapped against his groin. Miles pulled it up and lightly pinched the
little bit of excess skin he had. He looked at Zach, who was staring, and
blushed a bit. "Kinda small, huh?"

Zach looked at Miles and shrugged. He knelt up in front of him, scooting
close. "So? I'd still like to have it in my mouth."

"Really?"

Zach nodded and pressed his groin further in toward Miles's. "It's not that
small." their dicks touched and Zach wrapped his hand around both.

He held on to them, flexing his grip lightly. He had Miles's dick pressed
against his! This was so hot!

"Feel good?" Zach squeezed a bit harder.

Miles stared at Zach with an eyebrow rose. "Stop asking stupid questions."

Zach chuckled. He smacked Miles's shoulder with his free hand. "I'm being
serious."

"Do I like it?" Miles repeated. "I really like it. A lot." He assured.

Zach smiled. "What else do you like?"

Miles shrugged. "I liked sucking on yours."

"Yeah?"

Miles nodded. "I, uh... I kinda wanted you to... shoot in my mouth." He
said in a small voice while his face turned bright red.

"Heh. I'd rather cum on your face." Zach said. "But watching you swallow my
cum would be hot too." He added. "I fucking loved it when you busted on
me."

"Me too."

"Do it again."

Miles looked at his cock and pushed Zach's hand away. He shoved his hips
into Zach's.

The boys boners were smushed against their stomachs right next to each
other.

Miles started to move his hips slowly. He felt his skin pull back and forth
with his movements, and Zach felt the wetness of Miles's precum on his
stomach.

For a moment, Miles was methodical, but his patience was ending. He grabbed
Zach's hips and pulled harder and humped faster.

His breath was starting to leave his control and soon, his body was as
well. He pressed his chest against Zach's and hugged him tight while
bucking his hips. The feel of their sweaty chests gliding on each other,
the smell of Zach's sweat mixed with chlorine and deodorant, and the feel
of his hard dick pressed against Miles began to send him over.

Zach pushed Miles off for a second and lay down, pulling Miles with
him. Miles lay flat against Zach with his full weight and pushed his hips
hard with the balls of his feet pushing the blanket back and constantly
readjusting for the best grip.

Miles started groaning in Zach's ear.

"This so hot." Zach breathed.

Miles's humps were becoming even harder and more sloppy. Zach was pushing
up as well, starting to get even hornier at hearing his friend moan in
pleasure, even if it was softly.

Zach grabbed Miles's ass and pulled him in, unintentionally spreading his
cheeks.

"Oh shit- ngh!" Miles pushed his chest up and leaned on his hands. He
ground hard against Zach, staying like that for a moment. And then Zach
felt the warm spray slick his groin. "Huuh- uhh-"

Zach pushed Miles's hips up and reached for his friend's dick as it bounced
rapidly, shooting like a spray bottle. Zach pulled Miles's skin down and
the next shot splashed against his cheek. He flinched, but watched as Miles
pumped two more out and then just flex, trying to push more sperm out.

Miles heaved and collapsed to the side. He later shoulder to shoulder with
Zach.

Zach looked down his body, fascinated by the thin, sticky cum on his body
and dripping down his cheek. He wiped it off and played with it with his
fingers.

Miles cumming on him made Zach so fucking horny. He swiped his hand across
his chest and smeared the thin lines of cum.

Miles watched. "That's so hot..." he heaved out.

Zach merely nodded. His dick bobbed as it tensed.

He kneeled up and straddled Miles's chest, pushing his cock toward his
friend's face and pulling his skin back to let the precum drip on Miles's
lips and chin. "Suck it." Miles rose his head and swallowed the dick's
head. He suctioned and bobbed as far as he could.

Eventually, Zach leaned back and lay down while Miles ended up between his
legs again, head moving up and down.

Zach grabbed Miles's hair instinctively. Miles grunted lightly, surprised
at how he liked it. He even enjoyed Zach pushing his head down and tugging
his hair up. Zach took control of the blow job.

Zach's head fell back against the bed and he groaned in sheer
ecstasy. "Mmm, suck my dick, Miles."

He grabbed Miles's head with both hands and started humping a bit. Miles
wrapped his hand around the base of Zach's cock so he wouldn't choke him,
pulling back his friend's foreskin all the way.

Zach groaned louder and his knee jerked when Miles's tongue licked at his
piss hole and his hands gripped Miles's hair tighter with the tensing of
his body.

Zach started huffing between his teeth wildly. His eyes were squeezed shut,
face turning red. His muscles were visible in his chest and stomach and
arms. His hips were pushed off the bed.

"Haah!!"

Miles's mouth was suddenly filled with sweet and salty cum.

Zach let go of his hair and clawed at the blankets while his body nearly
imploded in on his groin. He couldn't help but nearly yell as if in in pain
with each pump of his dick. He was seeing stars like he got knocked out.

Miles had to pull off for a sec to swallow what was in his mouth, taking a
thick squirt to his nose, lips and chin.

For what seemed like six or seven large squirts, Miles sucked and swallowed
while Zach was writhing beneath him. Even after the cum stopped pumping,
Zach's dick flexed hard as steel like Miles's had, trying to shoot cum that
he didn't have.

He slipped Zach's cock out of his mouth, slurping up the spit and residual
cum. Zach's dick slapped against his groin, still throbbing every few
seconds.

Zach's hands were in his own hair. It was like he had been deprived of
oxygen for several minutes after running a triathlon.

His head spun like he was high, his body was feeling jolts of electricity
that made his legs and hips twitch every few seconds. He was even
trembling.

Miles watched his friend lose the ability to move his own body. He felt
accomplished knowing that he was the one to make Zach cum so hard. He
lightly grabbed Zach's dick only to have his hand almost instantly pushed
away. Zach shook his head. "Sore..." he muttered.

Awareness came back to him after that and he opened his eyes and stared at
Miles.

According to movies, and even pornos, Zach knew what he should do next. So
he did.

Sitting up swiftly, he nearly tackled Miles to his back and kissed the boy
firmly.

Lightning struck Miles hard, and instantly, any power he felt he had over
Zach was vanquished as if actually struck by lightning.

Miles's arms wrapped around Zach.

Miles followed Zach's lead when his lips parted and his tongue pushed into
his mouth. Neither boy cared one bit how wet and sloppy they were. The spit
on their chins and the awkward synchronization on inexperience didn't deter
them in the slightest.

Zach's and Miles's breath were once more lost when they pulled apart after
the barely two minutes seemed like an hour.

Zach posted his elbow above Miles's head and rested his forehead on
Miles's. their hot breaths warmed their lips and chins.

Unable to resist, Zach kissed Miles lightly a few more times.

Miles's hands explored Zach's ribs and chest.

They were silent for several moments, just enjoying the closeness.

"What the fuck just happened...?" Miles whispered.

Zach chuckled lightly. "I just busted a load in your mouth." He whispered
back.

"Yeah and nearly died doing it." Miles pinched Zach's nipple lightly.

"Ahh!" Zach hissed softly and grabbed Miles's wrist. "I don't care. That
was worth a death."

"You're stupid." Miles smirked. "But I wasn't talking about the cumming and
stuff... I meant the kissing." He corrected. "What was that about?"

"You didn't like it?" Zach asked . Before he could pull his forehead away
from Miles's, the younger boy kissed Zach lightly on the lips.

"Well, I busted another load on you when you did it." Miles chuckled.

Zach lifted his hips and looked down, feeling with his free hand. "You mean
busted some drops."

Miles shoved Zach's chest off of him. "Fuck you." He laughed.

Zach fell to his back while giving his own small laugh.

Miles straddled Zach's hips and leaned down on Zach's forehead. "I really
liked it." He returned to whispering after a moment of silence. "A lot."

Zach kissed Miles again, tasting his tongue for a few seconds as he did.

Miles blushed.

"Me too." Zach replied.

"You're not just doing it because you want blow jobs..." Miles tentatively
asked.

Zach huffed. "You'd blow me if I asked anyways."

"No I wouldn't."

"Dude, I just asked, and you just ate my cum." Zach pointed out.

Miles blushed. "Shut up, that doesn't count."

Zach rolled his eyes playfully. "Fine. Then, wanna be boyfriends? I could
get used to watching you blow me."

Miles held back his chest from exploding. He smirked impishly. "Fag."

Zach smirked back. "Cock sucker."

They both laughed.

"I guess I can we can be boyfriends." Miles answered. "What do we do,
though? Like hold hands and stuff?"

Zach shrugged. "Who says anything' gotta be different?" He asked
curiously. "We're still best friends only now you just suck on my cock."

"Asshole."

Zach winked. "Do you wanna hold hands?"

"I dunno." Miles honestly answered.

"Does this mean we love each other?" Zach rose an eyebrow.

Miles shrugged. "I love sucking your cock."

Zach smiled devilishly. "And I like cumming in your mouth."

"No, you like my cum on your chest."

"Oh yeah. Forgot about that." Zach smiled. "Can't wait 'till I cum in your
butt."

"Pfft! Yeah right." Miles flicked The side of Zach's head.

"Ow."

"Why do I gotta be the girl?" Miles protested.

"'Cuz you're shorter and smaller than me. Duh."

Miles rolled his eyes. "Fuck that. I'm gonna have you begging for my cock."

Zach rolled an eyebrow.

"Make you my bitch."

"What's more girly; sucking a dick or taking it in the butt?" Zach asked
curiously.

"Uh, taking it in the butt."

"You're just saying that because you already suck dick."

Miles shrugged. "So?"

"So... get down there and suck some dick."

"Dude, you're limpdick right now." Miles pointed out. "Erectile
dysfunction."

Zach snorted a laugh out.

"But I'm hard again. Wanna sit on my dick?"

"I'm gonna have to go with "no"."

Miles slapped his dick against Zach's stomach. "You sure?"

"Pretty damn sure."

Miles smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Hmm... I like that though." Zach said, kissing Miles again.

"Dude, I'm exhausted." Miles sighed. "How do fags sleep?"

"I dunno." Zach answered. "Just lay down and we'll find out."

"Well, I guess we are fags, huh?"

"With all that cum in your stomach and on my chest, I think it's safe to
assume." Zach sarcastically replied.

Miles nodded in agreement.

He got off of Zach and later down. "So? What now?"

Zach lay facing Miles and pulled him in. He turned back flat and Miles
rested his head on Zach's chest. "Easy peasy."

Miles draped his arm over Zach's stomach. "Now shut up. Gonna sleep for
days."

"You better not. Nobody else is around to suck my dick." Zach smirked.

"Maybe I'll just bite it off."

"Ouch." Zach reached for his penis and covered it. "Well, I'd also miss my
boyfriend." He blushed and then kissed Miles's head.

Miles smiled contentedly. "I'd just see you in my dreams."

"Pfft! That was so fucking cheesy." Zach snorted.

"Right?" Miles laughed along.

"You're cute." Zach said.

Miles sighed. "I'll let that slide because I want you to shut the fuck up,
but call me cute again and I'll pull your dick off slowly."

"Okay, damn." Zach chuckled.

"Now, goodnight."

"Night."

It wasn't more than five minutes before Miles was dead to the world leaving
Zach so happy to have Miles in his arms.

He never thought he had feelings for Miles, just that he was attracted to
him. But then again, what the fuck does a thirteen year old know?

Whatever. He got to get a blow job and then kiss Miles and then hold him
all night - every night pretty much. That's all Zach knew, and all he
needed to know.