Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2000 19:16:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey and Bill: Joey's Journal (b/b)

Joey's Journal

NOTE: This is actually the sequel to a previously-published
story titled "Joey and Bill: Bill's Journal". That story was told from the
perspective of Bill, age 15. This time I decided to turn things
around and have Joey, age 12, be the narrator. By all means,
read the original "Bill's Journal" before this one! The action
picks up the day after "Bill's Journal" ended. The characters
are based on boys from my childhood, but the names are changed
and the situations are total fiction.

Want to see Joey's picture? Check it out at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/bil47photo
The picture looks JUST like the boy - 35 years ago - who was
my "model" for Joey in this story. (Don't worry; it's not porn -
he's wearing jeans.)


MY JOURNAL

Saturday morning, September 9, 1966

Well, it's been over a week since I wrote in this journal.  And I
feel bad about the fact that last Saturday I tore out and burned
everything I wrote for the whole previous week - 12 pages worth!

I guess I haven't been a very good journal writer lately, so I'll try
to do it just the way Uncle Rusty told me.  I definitely want to be
a writer when I grow up, just like Uncle Rusty is going to be after
he finishes college. And he says the best way to practice is to keep
a really detailed journal. His professor told him that a journal should
be written as if you were going to need it to refill your brain after
getting amnesia. Pretty weird, huh?  But what he meant was to write
down everything and don't leave anything out - even the most personal
stuff.  Rusty also said to write only for myself and promise myself not
to let anyone else read it, ever.  That way I'll be more honest.

So, anyway... Sorry, Journal, for tearing out the pages about me
and Bill doing the sex stuff. (Now I wish I had kept them!)  I won't
rip out any of your pages anymore, even if I feel really angry or
confused like I did last Saturday. So here's everything that's been going
on.

First of all, I decided I'm not going to be "Joey" anymore; that's
too childish.  From now on I'm Joe.  Dad said that starting a new
school was a good time to make that kind of change, but he and Mom
still call me Joey most of the time.

MAN! This has been the most complicated month I can ever remember.
Moving 400 miles away from where I spent my whole life is taking
some getting used to.  (At least Dad says he really likes his new
job.)  And this school sure is different from Green Hill Elementary.
Down here, kids have been in middle school since the 6th grade instead
of moving up to junior high in the 7th like back home. So I guess I
would have been in a new school anyway, even if we hadn't moved, but
at least I would have been with all my friends.

And of course the other big thing that's been going on is the sex stuff.
I didn't really know anything until Bill, my 15-year-old neighbor,
taught me about jacking off and those other things.  Yeah, I had gotten
naked a couple times with the guys back home, and it was a LOT of fun
to feel up each other's boners. And I had that "wet dream" about a month
ago. But I didn't know about the good stuff until Bill told me and showed
me two weeks ago.  And now I can't seem to stop thinking about it ALL the
time!  Bill called it "being horny".  Well I sure get horny a lot!
You know how before, when I would get a boner for no reason, I thought
it was stupid and just a bother. Well not any more! Now all I can think
about is jacking it off until I cum. (That's how you're supposed to
spell it - with a "u".)

At night for the last two weeks, I ALWAYS push my pajama pants down to
my ankles and get my penis stiff as soon as I turn off the lights and
get in bed. Sometimes I have a boner before I even start to play with it!
It's so nice the way I can make my body get those good feelings... running
my hands over my chest and tummy and thighs, playing with my ballsack
(especially when it gets tight with excitement!), and most of all, of
course, doing my penis. Stroking it with my fingertips, or a circle of
my thumb and two fingers, or even my whole fist. And then there's the
special feelings I get from playing with just the cockhead. MAN! I got
a shiver just now when I wrote about it!

The sleep-over at Justin's house last night was SO COOL! The best part
is that I found out I can still do some of those fun sex things with
other guys, and they won't think I'm a queer. I had been worried about
that until last night. The things I did with Bill seemed so natural...
so much fun. Then he had to spoil everything by fucking me in my bottom...
and not stopping when I begged him to! And then when Justin told me about
faggots and how bad it was to be one... I was worried that maybe I was
one!
I know I probably shouldn't have, but I had told Justin about what Bill
and me had done (well, SOME of the things we had done...) and Justin said
Bill DEFINITELY was a faggot, but I wasn't. He said the test for faggots
is that they enjoy getting fucked (I sure didn't!) and that they like to
give blow jobs even more than they like to get them. Well, that second
had me a little concerned, because I kind of think about it sometimes.
But when I tried it on Bill, his boner was so thick it hurt my jaw, and
I kept scraping him with my teeth, so I don't think I was any good at
it anyway. I liked it A LOT when Bill sucked me, though. So anyhow,
I've decided Justin's right; I'm definitely NOT a faggot.

You know when Bill came by yesterday after school, and he was all
apologetic and wanted to know if we could still "do stuff" together?
(Yeah; I know what he meant!) I almost said yes, but I was still
mad at him for hurting me, so I said no. But then he said that
really queer stuff about how I could fuck his ass and he would
suck me anytime... and that would be all he wanted. And I teased
him by saying maybe he could do Justin and Mike too... I thought
he would say "no way", but he surprised me by saying that he WOULD!
Well, I think I'll hold off on Bill until I get my thoughts
together. I'm pretty sure that if I mentioned it to Justin, he
would want to have Bill do those sex things. Justin as much as
told me that he had been sucked off by "older faggots".

Anyway; let's talk about school. School is wonderful and strange all at
the same time! Almost everyone in school talks with a southern accent -
like they're on the "Beverly Hillbillies" or something. Southern accents
are kind of cool, but they make fun of ME for having a yankee accent -
whatever THAT is.  (I never thought of myself as having an accent.)
But still, everyone's really nice to me. It's like, when I walked in
on the first day, I was automatically assigned to membership in the
"in-group" because of my looks. It was a little like that at my old
school, but it's much more this year. Everyone who's not in the in-group
(Justin calls them nerds and uglies) might as well be on another planet.
It seems like they're almost afraid to talk to you if you're in the
in-group.

You know how I've said I'm sick of people saying how handsome or cute
I am? Well, I guess I don't really mind being thought of that way after
all, because it's obviously a big advantage at this school. I mean,
I didn't know ANYONE at the start of the week, but kids who seem
really popular are all acting like they want to be my friend.  And
the girls... Jeez!... I've lost count of how many have looked at me
and smiled! But I'm not ready for girls yet! When Mary Jane Thompson
walked home with me on Thursday, it was like she was trying to act
like my girlfriend or something. When we were saying goodbye and
she hugged me and kissed me right on my lips... well, I know I was
SUPPOSED to get all horny, but instead it kind of made me nervous!
I'm sure I'll like it when I decide I'm ready for a girlfriend, though.

It's so confusing.  In those pages that I tore out of the journal
last week, I talked about how it seemed that Bill wanted to kiss me,
but like he was scared to. I wrote that I actually WANTED him to
do it, and I even fantasized about how it would feel, and I almost
kissed him first! But that would have been a really queer thing,
so I'm glad I didn't... I guess.

Oh, yeah. The sleep-over last night. It was TOTALLY GROOVY! (That's
the new expression that everyone's using at school.) Justin has a
great house! I bet his family has lots of money. His whole house is
air conditioned, not just certain rooms like at our house. Mike says
Justin is the most popular guy in whole 7th grade, so I think it's
really cool that he invited to a sleep-over the first week of school.
How to describe him? Let's see, he's handsome, very athletic (taller
and stronger than me), and he's got shaggy dark hair that's almost
Beatles length (pretty unusual for North Carolina!), and guys say
he's probably going to be the starting quarterback on the team, and
he's already 13 (I wonder if he failed a grade?), and he's outgoing
and funny (even though some of his jokes are kind of mean), and he's
a natural leader - people always go along with what he says.

And then there's Mike - the other guy at the sleep-over. I think
maybe him and Justin are best friends, but I don't know for sure.
He's REALLY nice and DEFINITELY cute. (I know I'm not supposed to
say a boy is "cute"... but he is!) He's about my size (5 feet exactly!
I've grown almost 2 inches so far this year!), has a really nice tan,
and has blond hair like mine but cut real short - like mine used to be
two years ago. His eyes are a really nice shade of blue, and his face
is... well, lets just leave it at "cute", like I said before. He was
the first person to talk to me on the first day of school - he just
walked right up before home-room started and shook my hand and
introduced himself and said "welcome to Hillsborough Middle School!"
It seems as though he likes me, and I KNOW I like HIM. You know how
the girls stare at me in class sometime when they think I'm not
looking?  Well, Mike caught me looking at him that way once! I
shifted my eyes to pretend I was looking out the window, and I hope
he didn't see me blush, but I think he smiled at me. Mike likes
SciFi like I do, and we've traded favorite books already - he loaned
me a new one called "Dune". It's a hardback. I'm only 50 pages into
it, and it looks like it's going to be REALLY good!

Justin has a lot of cool stuff. I wonder how much allowance he gets.
He has LOTS of records. Most are 45s, but he also has a bunch of
LPs too. He has all my favorites from the radio - "Wild Thing" by
the Troggs,  "Summer in the City" by the Lovin Spoonful, "Good Lovin"
by the Young Rascals, "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones. And
I've decided I like the Stones MUCH better than the Beatles. (Justin
has THREE Stones albums!).

So anyway, after we watched some tv, we were playing cards (gin rummy)
and listening to his records up in his room and talking about stuff,
and Justin was talking about this sailing camp he went to for a whole
month last summer. It had a boy's camp and a  girl's camp right next
to each other. And I don't know whether to believe him, but he said
"I had a girlfriend at the girl's camp and we would make out every
time we could get together, and when I had her alone she let me touch
her bare tits!" Mike says "No way!" and then Justin says "But the
best part is...she sucked my dick! Two different times!"

"You're so full of shit!" says Mike, and he laughs and punches Justin
on the arm.

Justin says "I swear to God!" and then he jumps on Mike and twists
his arm behind his back and says "Are you callin' me liar?!" and he
laughs while Mike yelps out in pain and says "I give!! You're not
a liar!"

"So what have YOU ever done with a girl, Mikey?" Justin says in a
kind of sarcastic voice as he lets go of his arm.

Mike kind of stammered, then he said "Well, there was a girl at
Myrtle Beach when we were there for a week in July. And she and
I, uh, we made out with each other on the beach. And.... and one
night I touched her pussy!" I  think he was making this up,
especially when he added "And I slipped my finger inside her pussy
and licked it off, and her pussy juice tasted just like honey!"

"Jesus H. Christ! Now who's the liar!" laughed Justin. Then he said
"How 'bout you, Joe; how far have you gone?"

I said something REALLY stupid: "with a girl?"

"Duhhh! Did you think we were talking about a sheep?" said Justin.

"Well... Mary Jane Thompson and I got together yesterday after school..."

"And???" said Justin and Mike almost at the same time when I had
paused to figure out what to say.

"And we kissed..... frenched kissed.... and I touched her tits,
but only through her shirt." I figured I shouldn't lie TOO much.
We HAD kissed, after all. And when she hugged me, I could feel
her tits against my chest... I guess.

"Cool!!" said Mike; "Mary Jane has nice ones! And I heard around
school that she REALLY likes you!"

"Yeah," said Justin; "this is gonna be the year we really score
with girls!" He paused for a few moments, and then with a sly grin
said "Anyone want to see my collection of Playboys?"

Mike said "definitely!" and I said I would too.

Justin got three thick magazines from this metal lock-box thing
in his closet. And we each had one, and we're looking at the pictures
and showing each other good ones and laughing and talking about sex
stuff, like 'wouldn't it be great to feel those giant tits' or like
'I wonder what it would be like to fuck her pussy.'

The thing is, even though its was interesting and sexy to see the
pictures, it was even more interesting to see how HORNY Justin and
Mike were getting. Mike was wearing cut-off jeans, and Justin was
wearing athletic shorts that were about a size too small (I was
wearing my usual tight Levis). And they were adjusting their boners
inside their pants! I could see the bulges, and I don't think they
were trying to hide them at all!  And looking at them made me get a
boner too!

And then Justin says "My boner is really dyin' to get outta these
pants.  You guys ready for some relief?"

I knew what he meant, I think, but I didn't say anything. Mike looked
really excited and said "DEFINITELY!" and started to take off his
pants. I didn't want to look queer by being too interested in Justin's
and Mike's dicks (especially after what Justin had said about how
pathetic faggots were), but they both seemed to be as interested in
sex stuff  as I was. We were all totally naked in less than a minute,
and all three of us were REALLY hard and horny and checking each
other out. Justin's dick was a surprise - about 6 inches and almost
as thick as Bill's! - and he had a pretty thick patch of dark hair
and even some dark hairs on his ballsack (hair under his armpits too!).

Mike's dick looked really nice, a slender arrow of flesh with a
beautifully shaped head. It looked a LOT like mine, maybe just a
little smaller - like maybe 4 1/2 inches - but the skin was looser
than on other guys I'd seen.  (More on that later!). And the most
interesting thing was that he has about a few dozen hairs above his
dick. They were fairly light in color so you might not even notice
unless you looked close. But believe me, I was looking close! (I
can't wait til I get some hair down there!) We took turns feeling
each other. Each guy would stand up while the other two knelt on
the floor and felt his boner and his ballsack. It felt so good when
they felt me up, and just incredibly sexy when I touched their
super-stiff boners. I ran my fingertips across Mike's cock hairs,
and they were soft and thin, not the "brillo" kind of cock hair
like Justin's.

Justin said "let's play 'high card dare', ok?" I'd never heard of
it, so Justin explained how to play. Each of us picked a card from
the deck and turned it over. The guy with the high card got to issue
a dare to the guy with the low card. It sounded fun to me.

We were all sitting on the floor, and in the first round had Mike
high and Justin low. Mike thought for a minute and then grinned.
"Kiss my ass!" he said, and giggled.

"You fuckin' pervert!" said Justin, smiling. "OK, turn around;
hope I don't barf on you from the smell of your asshole." Mike got
on his elbows and knees and raised up his ass. Justin leaned down
and his lips made a funny loud smacking sound; then he wiped his
mouth with the back of his hand while Mike and I laughed.

The next round had me the winner and Mike the loser. I couldn't
decide what to ask for at first. It would have to be something
that was sort of embarrassing for Mike, but not make me look
queer. I got it! "Open the shade on the window and stand naked
right in front of the window for 5 seconds." The window faced
the street, and it was then 10:30 at night. Then I added "standing
on the chair."

"Oh, MAN!" groaned Mike. His nude body, complete with raging
boner, would be on display for 5 long seconds.

"Good one, Joe!" Justin said in a tone that made me feel proud.

Mike performed his dare like a good sport as I counted off
"a thousand one... a thousand two..." and then we went for
another round. Justin won; I lost. "Hmmm..." he said in a
theatrical voice.  "This will be a multi-part dare. Put your
index finger in your mouth and get lots of spit on it... now
lie on your back and pull your knees up... and stick your
finger in your asshole!"

I groaned and said "God! That's so SICK!" Of course, I didn't
mention that for the past two weeks I sometimes touched myself
there when I jacked off, and I really liked the feeling.

I pulled it out after 2 seconds, and then Justin said "Now
smell your finger!"

I did! It wasn't as bad as I thought, but I made a face like
it was really gross and all three of us were laughing.

It went on like that for several rounds. We did dares like
kissing a guy's feet or licking his big toe, or picking your
nose and eating your booger, or touching your tongue to a
guy's ballsack. When Mike dared Justin to kiss his cockhead,
I wasn't sure if he would, but Justin went right ahead and
did it! After that last one, Justin got to dare Mike, and he
said "Give me a blow-job!"

"No fuckin' way!!" said Mike. "I'm not a faggot!" But after
a pause he said "But I'll jack you off."

"Deal!" said Justin. "How 'bout we use that lube, just like
the last time?" Then he added "I've got an idea! Mike, you
jack my dick; then I'll do Joe's; then Joe, you jack off
Mike. OK?"

Yeah! I was so pleasantly surprised by the way this was working
out. The way it seems to work is that regular guys like us are
allowed to do sex stuff with each other, so long as you don't
suck a guy or kiss him or let him fuck you. If you do those
things, it means you're queer. That's fine with me, I guess
(even though I kind of wonder, just a little bit, what it
would be like to suck Mike's boner).

Justin got this tube of stuff that looked like a toothpaste
tube and had the big letters "KY" on it. Justin lay down on
the bed and Mike sat next to him. I stood right behind Mike
and looked closely while Mike squeezed some of the KY stuff
on his hand and some right on Justin's dick. It was just like
when Bill used that hand lotion when we jacked each other.
Mike's whole hand moved up and down slowly on Justin's 6-inch
cock, making squishy sounds. It gave me goose-bumps watching
it and made my own penis throb so much I just had to touch
myself. Justin had a big grin on his face and kept saying
things like "yeah; do it!" and "shit, that feels good!" Mike
was really good at this. He started out slow and then went
faster and then really fast, so I thought Justin was going
to shoot. But then Mike stopped completely for about 20 seconds,
while Justin was moaning and groaning for Mike to finish him.
Mike did this twice, and after he started up again he just
kept going until Justin shot. And MAN, did he shoot! The
fluid came out in about 6 big spurts and flew out onto his
belly and almost to his chest, and a bunch more streamed down
onto Mike's hand. And Mike stopped jacking fast, but he did
this really slow stroke that had Justin practically DYING
with how good it felt. I couldn't wait for my turn!

Justin was ready to do me after he cleaned the cum off himself
with a bunch of tissues, and he had me lie down on his bed.
I was so primed that I practically jumped into the air when
his fingers first touched my boner.  He ran his fingertips
along the shaft and over my balls, and it felt so good!  My
balls were all tight from horniness and my whole body was
felt so... ALIVE! As he put a big glob of the KY stuff onto
his hand and then smoothed it onto my dick, I had to grab the
covers on his bed because it felt so intense.  I looked up at
Justin, and he had this look on his face like he was really
concentrating on stroking my dick and playing with my ballsack.
And GOD, did it feel good.  He did me really slow, but firmly,
and I couldn't believe how intense it felt.  Little by little,
his speed picked up.  I could tell I was getting close to
shooting, and he kept going faster and faster and squeezing
my balls.  Justin and Mike had to tell me to be more quiet,
because I kept groaning and saying how good it was, and I
guess I was talking too loud.  When Justin's hand started
going a mile-a-minute, real firmly, sliding on all that
slippery lube stuff - MAN!  My whole body went tense and my
boner just erupted!  I'm pretty sure I had the most cum I'd
ever produced.  It even made a little pool in my belly-button.
I felt so good that I didn't want it to EVER stop!  But of
course it did, and in less than a minute, I was thinking about
jacking Mike's really cute boner and he was lying down on the
bed where I had been.

You know how I said the skin on Mike's boner is looser... well
it wasn't like mine or Justin's, where the skin is stretched
really tight when you have a boner.  It was like his dick was
wearing a turtleneck sweater that snuggled below the cockhead.
When I played with it, it would look just like a regular boner
when I pulled down on the skin, but I could also make the skin
go up over the cockhead when I pushed up. Wild!  I didn't want
to ask Mike about it, because I thought maybe he was deformed
or something (even though I really liked the way it looked).
But Mike must have read my mind, because he said that his dick
had not be "circumcised" when he was a baby like mine and
Justin's had been.  That when I was a baby, some skin got
snipped off! I thought he was calling it "4-skin", but that
didn't make sense. When I looked up how to spell  "circumcised"
in the dictionary just now, it mentions "foreskin"; that makes
a lot more sense. Mike said lots of other guys have foreskin
like him, but I've never seen one.  (Not that I've seen many
guys naked, of course!)  Justin said Mike was right and some
other kids at school are the same way. I guess I'll see when
football starts on Monday and I take a shower with everyone
else in one big shower room (now THAT'S sort of scary and sort
of exciting at the same time).

Anyway,  I REALLY liked playing with Mike's boner.  The looser
skin made it more fun, and it looked and felt sexier for some
reason.  As I felt Mike up, I thought for a minute that it
looked so good that I wanted to take it in my mouth.  Of course
I didn't!  That would have been so queer!   Mike really liked
the way it felt when I moved the skin up and down over his
cockhead and said that's the way he jacks off. I put the KY goo
on my hand and on his boner and got him all slippery. With my
other hand, I played with his ballsack - it's the smoothest
skin I ever felt! And it didn't have any hairs on it like Bill's
and Justin's. I decided to stroke Mike the way he had done to
Justin - starting slow and soft, then hard and fast, then stop
for a while, then hard and fast some more. He was going NUTS!
He was making so many moans and groans that he had to put the
pillow over his face to muffle the sound (too bad, because I
liked looking at his face while I made him feel like this).
The muscles in his body were getting tense and then relaxing,
then tense again. His toes curled up in a really cute way
(there I go again with "cute"). When I knew he was close, I
just kept stroking him - the skin sliding up and down and my
hand sliding on top of it. His cockhead seemed to be even more
sensitive than mine (if that's possible!)... maybe because he
has that other kind of cock. When he shot his cum, a couple of
squirts came out onto his belly and I could feel his body
trembling with pleasure. I gave him some more strokes, but his
hand reached down and held onto mine, keeping it still, holding
his beautiful penis in my hand.

Here's the strange part. When Mike's cock was soft again (this
was the first time I'd seem it soft), it looked WAY different
than normal! The skin came all the way over his cockhead all by
itself and kind of closed around the top. Looked like a worm or
something. I think I prefer the way regular cocks look when
they're soft, but I really like they way Mike's looks when it's
hard. Strange, huh?

We got dressed after that and watched some more tv down in the
family room until around midnight when Justin's mom told us to
go to sleep. We slept in sleeping bags on the floor of the
family room and talked some more in quiet voices after the
lights were out. I decided not to mention that thing that Bill
had said to me just before I came over, even though I almost did.

That's all for now. Oh yeah; Mike is going to ride his bike
over this afternoon. Justin had to go with his family to his
cousin's wedding in Virginia or someplace and won't be back
until Sunday evening.


MY JOURNAL

Sunday morning, September 10, 1966

Wow! WOW!! I'm REALLY feeling good this morning. Mike had to
go home after breakfast because I need to get ready for church,
but I just HAD to write down some things.

Mike and I are BEST FRIENDS!! When he rode his bike over
yesterday afternoon, we had a lot of fun playing and talking
and exploring in the woods. He likes military stuff just like
I do and even has an uncle in the Army who's fighting in Vietnam!
Just like Tony's older brother back home. (I need to stop calling
Pennsylvania "back home". I live here now!) Anyhow, we were
talking about how cool it would be to be fighting over in Nam,
and we both agree that being in the Green Berets would be best.
I guess I should want to be a Marine like Dad was in WWII, but
the Green Berets go on these really long missions where they
set up ambushes of the Viet Congs. That would be awesome!  I
wonder why Dad won't ever talk about how cool it was to do those
island invasions against the Japs in the Pacific when he was a
Marine? The only thing he ever mentions is being in New Zealand
between battles. That's not exciting at all!

Anyhow, Mike does models too and I showed him my best ones -
the aircraft carrier and the fighter planes that I did all the
painting on.  Then we both worked on the battleship that I've
been ignoring for a whole week.  It's the first time I've done
a model with another person.  And we talked about how it feels
to move.  He had to move from a different city in North Carolina
a year ago, so he knows just how I'm feeling about missing my
friends and stuff.

When it was getting time for Mike to go, I asked if he could
spend the night. His parents said yes! And after dinner, Dad
took us to see a movie - "The Fantastic Voyage". VERY cool SciFi!
It was getting kind of late when we got back, so we went right
to my room to get ready for bed.  He used my toothbrush and
neither of us thought it was gross.  We set up my room for the
sleep-over with the folding cot and my sleeping bag. Not that
Mike would have gotten inside the sleeping bag - it was really
warm last night - like 85 degrees! So I turned the window fan
to full-blast, and I turned off the light and we got undressed
down to our underpants. (I decided not to change to my pajama
pants since Mike didn't bring any. It was kind of awkward
talking to Mike over the noise of the fan so I asked if he
wanted to get on the bed with me for a while and he hopped
right up onto my bed.

It was really dark, and we were lying on our sides a foot apart
and I could just barely see his face. (We don't have street
lights in this neighborhood.) The funny thing was that I could
see his and my white underpants a lot more clearly than the
rest of our bodies, and the thought of what was inside his
briefs was making me a little horny.  And when our knees touched,
I was definitely thinking that I wanted a repeat of the
sleep-over at Justin's.

We talked about school and teachers and how good Mr. Spencer's
history class is and how hard Miss Brown's math class is.
Then we started talking about which girls were the sexiest,
and Mike told me the names of some of the one's I didn't know yet.

Then he said "Who do you think is the sexiest girl on TV?"

And I said "You mean our age, like Penny on 'Lost in Space'?"

"Shit, no. Like older. Like Ginger on 'Gilligan's Island'."

"No way!" I said. "Mary Anne is better!"

"Ellie Mae on 'Beverly Hillbillies."

"Oh, man!" I joked. "You WOULD think of her. You're such a red-neck!"

He jumped on top of me and pinned my arms down. "Who you
callin' a redneck... you damnyankee!" We both laughed. But
he stayed on top of me for a few long extra moments, and our
bodies were pressed really close, and I felt an incredible
surge of good feelings.

Then he rolled off and I could see that he was grinning at me.
I poked my finger in his ribs and said "Agent 99 on 'Get Smart'."

He giggled and then said "Nope.  Emma Peel on 'The Avengers'
is much sexier. When she's wearing that really tight black
leather jumpsuit, I think what I would do if I were alone
with her. I'd pull that big zipper down, really slowly..."
and he drew his thumb and index finger along my skin, from
my neck, down my chest and belly, and right across the front
of my underpants! He had to know I had a boner, because he
went really slowly as his fingertips traced the whole shaft,
down to my ballsack.  It tickled, but it also made me feel
so horny! I could feel his hot breath against my face, sweet
with toothpaste-smell, and we were both breathing a little
faster. "Then I'd feel her tits..." and his hand slid across
my chest and his fingers made circles around my little nipples,
which felt really good!

And then I went on the attack. "And then she would give you a
karate chop and kick the shit out of you!" I said as I jumped
on top of Mike, holding his wrists just like he had held mine.
We were both giggling like crazy and took turns shushing each
other so my parents wouldn't come up to tell us to shut up.
But I stayed on top of him, and I could tell right away that
Mike had a really stiff boner, just like me. I let go of his
wrists and rested my hands on the bed beside his shoulders,
enjoying the feeling of our crotches pressed together. Then
I felt his hands reaching around my back and he was actually
hugging me gently to him! I sank to my elbows and our whole
bodies were touching.

I can still hear the words he whispered to me as he wrapped
his arms around me and squeezed even more tightly: "I really
like being with you, Joe. I'm glad you're my friend!"

God! This warm feeling rushed through my whole body! And for
some reason, I felt almost like I was going to cry - you know
how your eyes feel and it's hard to talk?  But I put my mouth
right next to his ear and said "I really like you too, Mike."
I swallowed a couple times, and then said "We're a such a
good pair 'cause we like all the same things." And just to
show him one of the things we both like, I rolled off him
and my hand slid down his body until it was resting on the
bulge in his underpants. "Want to have some fun?" I whispered.

"Oh YEAH!!" he breathed, as my hand massaged his hardness
through the soft white cotton.

"Can I take down your underpants?"

"Only if I can take off yours!" he replied.

I sat up and knelt between his legs and peeled down the
tight briefs.  He lifted his butt and then his legs to help.
Then I began to feel the secret pleasure flesh that I had
been thinking about all day - his incredibly cute boner
and the velvet sack that held his balls.  It was so dark,
I had to lean close to see his dick - I LOVED the way it
looked - and I breathed deeply.  I don't know how to
describe the way he smelled... rich and clean and sweaty
and... GOOD!

Then he said "My turn!" and I lay down on the bed as he
got up.  It tickled a little as his fingers slowly came
under the waistband of my underpants, and I held my breath
as I felt them sliding off my legs.  Then his hands slowly
and gently explored my most sensitive parts, and I couldn't
help but moan with pleasure.

"Joey?" He called me by my old name - he must have heard
my parents say it a couple dozen times that evening - but
I actually liked it!  "Since we're friends, does that
mean we can tell each other secrets, and we'll never tell
anyone else?" he said in a whisper.

"Yeah; I would never tell."

"There's a book at the library that I've looked at a couple
times...  about how boys' bodies go through changes and
everything?" He continued to gently diddle my boner.

"Yeah?"

"And it said that it's normal for guys our age to play
around like this and it doesn't mean they're queer..."

"Uh huh..."

"And that it's normal for boys our age to experiment
with... 'oral-genital stimulation'.  And I think that
means sucking, don't you?"

"Yeah; sounds like it" I whispered, my heart thumping
in my chest.

"And you can keep a secret, right?"

"I swear I will..."

"Well, I'd really like to... you know... to suck you.
But only if you don't think it would be a faggot thing."

"Mike," I said, reaching out to touch him in the dark
like a blind man, "I'd kind of like to... to experiment
with sucking you too.  Like the book says, it's just
something regular guys like to check out sometimes."

"Wanna do each other at the same time?" he whispered excitedly.

"OK!" And we positioned our bodies in opposite directions
with my face only inches from his crotch.  I inhaled that
same subtle smell as I brought my mouth toward his stiff
penis.  My tongue touched his warm cockhead and he gave a
little jump.  Just then, I felt the incredible sensation
of Mike's mouth sliding onto my cock... warm, wet, licking,
teasing, sucking.  Oh, MAN! My mouth moved down on his
slender shaft, the warm rigid flesh feeling so... so...
I don't know what!... So GREAT! Bill had sucked me a couple
times, and it was really nice, but nothing like this.  Both
of us pleasuring each other at the same time; trying things
that might be good and then feeling them duplicated by the
other; learning; giving; taking.  I could take his 4 1/2" boner
all the way into my mouth.  It was much more slender than Bill's.
Instead of the discomfort I had felt when I tried to suck Bill,
I felt only delicious pleasure.  We were using our fingers too,
and I liked rolling Mike's foreskin up over his cockhead and
poking the tip of my tongue around inside.  He made a circle
with his thumb and index finger, and rode it up and down my
boner, right next to his wet lips.  GOD, it felt intense!

We kept going and going.  We were both covered with sweat
from the heat and humidity.  Then Mike's body started bucking.
His hips were pumping against me, and I knew he was getting
close.  His own mouth and hand started going really fast on my
dick, and I was feeling the sensation rising up in me.  I was
almost going crazy with pleasure, sucking like a maniac and
being overcome by the incredible feelings.  Suddenly my body
exploded with the most incredible cum ever!  And just as I
was humping into Mike's mouth, his penis throbbed and
vibrated and squirted into me.  And I slurped and sucked and
licked at Mike's wonderful cock, tasting the salty-sweet
drops on my tongue.

We lay there for long moments, silent except for our heavy
breaths and my pounding heart.  Then Mike flipped his body
around and once again we lay side-by-side.  We were both at
a loss for words and not sure how to touch each other.
My face was only six inches from his.  I put my hand lightly
on his arm and whispered "Friends?"

He rested his warm hand on my back and replied "Yeah!  BEST friends!"

When I woke up this morning, we were still naked, and I
was snuggling tightly against Mike's back.  I felt so great!
I liked him so much!  I reached my hand down and felt his
soft penis, the foreskin pulled over the head like a
protective covering.  In seconds it started to stiffen in
my fingers.  I felt his hand reach back and touch my hip
and he made a little 'hum' of pleasure.

"Boys!  Breakfast!" my Mom called.

Shit!  Just when we were about to have some more fun.
Well, anyway, we promised to get together again after church.

[The end.  Want some more?  Write to me: bil47@yahoo.com]