Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 16:36:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: The Paternal Watcher <hvdude@yahoo.com>
Subject: Junior High series (chapter 11)

Harold and I actually planned my next sleepover nearly a day ahead of time,
which was a lot of foresight for us, so when I got to school on Friday I
knew that I would be taking the bus home with him. No homework was going to
get done until Sunday, and I was so scattered I wouldn't have been able to
tell you a single thing I'd learned in school that day.

His house, as it nearly always seemed to be, was empty except for his
dog. We went up to his room and he closed the door, as he always did, and
went almost immediately to turn on his computer. There was always some cool
new thing to show me on the computer, but it just wasn't where my mind was
at.We both changed into shorts in his warm room, then Harold sat at his
desk chair to starting farting around. I squatted next to him, feeling like
I very much wanted to show my friend the new skill I had mastered. Before
long I felt myself getting hard, and I surreptitiously pointed the head so
that it would slide down the leg of my shorts. Those shorts didn't quite
hit mid-thigh, as was the fashion, and the way I was sitting they were
riding up more than that, so it didn't take much for my erection to be
sticking out the leg quite plainly.

Harold noticed.

He didn't say anything, but he kept looking at it, almost more than at the
computer screen. After awhile, he got up and climbed into bed, pulling the
covers up to his shoulders. "Turn out the light," he said to me. "I think
we should go to bed."

I walked over to the light switch and flicked it off, and the room fell
into a semi-darkness, with the window shades blocking out a good deal of
the daylight. There was movement under the covers that I caught only in the
corner of my eye. I walked around the other side, and slipped under the
covers.

"Truth or dare," he said before I had even rested my head on the pillow
beside his.

"Dare," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I dare you to lie face-down on top of me naked," he blurted out, then
adding, "for two minutes."

Immediately I agreed, quickly shucking my clothes and moving over to
him. He was already naked, probably what he was doing as I shut off the
light, and carefully laid my cock against his before putting my weight
down. The heat of his sausage made mine throb in response, a vibration that
made my very bones ache. We were in contact knee to shoulder, and my head
rested beside his on the pillow. I could feel his chest rise with each
breath, and I wanted desperately to be closer to him still, mashing my
flesh against his in a desire to become one. His own body pushed back
equally.

"Okay," he said finally, "your turn."

I lifted my head and looked at his face. "Let's just 69," I said, no longer
caring about the risk of rejection. My body was blind to any risk.

Harold threw aside the covers and wriggled out from underneath me, so as to
turn sideways. I smiled and turned the other way, laying on my side so I
could look at his glorious cock, while at the same time present my own for
inspection. Upside-down was a new challenge for me, but I approached it
eagerly. So eagerly, in fact, that I forgot to remove the rubber bands from
my braces. He shoved himself into me quickly when my lips touched his head,
and one of the caught on it and snapped.

"Ow!" he said, pulling off of, and out of, me.

"I'm so sorry!" I cried, "I forgot my rubber bands! Let me kiss it and make
it better, though." After removing the remaining snare from my mouth, I
grabbed his dick in hand and held it still so I could swirl my tongue
around the head. I don't know why I even thought to, but as Harold got
right back to it in response, I detected a sigh muffled by my own member in
his mouth.

He did not surprise me with another thrust after that, having learned a
lesson in control. Breathing through my nose, I was intoxicated by what he
smelled like. More patient after having learned my own lesson, I took him
only as far as was comfortable, moving up and down slowly, trying to get a
little deeper with each pass down his shaft. I received no further
complaints, so I was able to avoid scraping him with my teeth, even though
it hadn't occurred to me that it was a possibility. For his part, Harold
was doing just fine; my young cock was absorbed in feelings of warm and wet
and deep quivers.

It was different then the shower, and I didn't recognize the warning
signs. All I knew was that pleasure was exploding from the tip of my dick
and radiating to every part of my body from there. It was even more
mind-blowing than the times by myself, but as my awareness collapsed
inwards, I focused on the penis in my mouth even as my body shuddered out a
climax into its owner's mouth. Harold was expecting it even less than I
was, and I was dimly aware of him coughing and choking. I kept up what I
was doing, though, and I was more prepared when he shoved in hard again. I
had a pretty good idea what was going to happen next, so I decided to
one-up my friend by swallowing it.

Easier said than done, I soon discovered, for as I tried to gulp more kept
spurting into my already-full mouth. Like Harold, I choked, and ended up
spitting a lot of his load onto the sheet in front of my face. Harold
reached over and turned the light back on, and I could see that we each had
a puddle of cum that we'd spat out.

He laid back down next to me, and said, "Damn."