Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 20:47:27 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samsheppard2011@gmail.com>
Subject: Memories of Sixteen 10

Disclaimer: This story is true and happened just as it's written.  Some
literary license has been taken.  The names have been changed for obvious
reasons. If you are under 18 years old or offended by gay sex then please
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Memories of Sixteen 10

Wednesday night came and with it, Stevie's fifteenth birthday party.  All
the guys were there, including Lane, who Stevie had invited due to our
relationship.  Some of the girls who would be going into Grade 10 were also
there and Bill was up dancing with one of them.  There was plenty of pizza
and pop and Stevie's folks kept out of the way for the most part,
especially when they saw that I was there.  How did I get saddled with
being "the responsible one"?  Oh well.  After a while the guys congregated
with the guys and the girls with the girls.  Occasionally a couple of kids
would get up and dance.  Sandy showed up a little later (Stevie had invited
her to make me happy, or so he thought) and I ended up sitting with her and
a few of her friends.  They chattered away about girl things and I got
bored, so I wandered around and talked to a bunch of people.

Around 10 Stevie's parents brought out his huge birthday cake, we all sang
"Happy Birthday" and Stevie made a wish and blew out his candles.  He left
one lit, so of course the old joke about him having one girlfriend went the
rounds.  He blushed and we all laughed.  At one point Sandy and I wandered
out to the balcony and sat on one of the chairs.  We started necking and
she undid my fly and slid her hand into my pants and started rubbing my
cock, which became a bit of a problem as I couldn't go back into the party
with my erection showing as clearly as it did in my tight jeans.  We didn't
have enough privacy for her to take care of my problem, so I had to sit
there and wait until it went down.  Talk about a case of blue balls.  Once
everything was back to normal we went back in to the party and had some
more pop and pizza.  It was around 11:30 and the party had to break up, so
I hung around and waited until everyone had left and helped Stevie's folks
clean up.  As I was getting ready to leave, Stevie came over and said he
was really glad I was there and wanted to know if I'd had fun.

I put my arm around his shoulder and said, "Stevie, it was great.  Wow,
you're fifteen.  Scary, man.  I think we're going to have to stop calling
you Stevie though.  A fifteen year old should be called Steve.  Whaddya
think?"

He looked at me and said, "Sure, call me Steve in public, but when we're
alone you can still call me Stevie."

I chuckled and pulling him against me, gave him a noogie and then kissed
the top of his head, "Happy Birthday, buddy."

He gave me a hug and then I headed home to relieve my pent up frustration
in the shower.  I went into my bedroom, took off my clothes and wrapping a
towel around my waist, walked into the bathroom and set the shower.  Once
it was the temperature I wanted, I dropped the towel and before I got in,
stood and took a look at my body in the mirror.  I saw a tall, fairly
decently built sixteen year old guy, with well developed pecs and shoulders
from all the swimming, a flat stomach (no six pack, but flat and solid), a
tight ass with a tan line that only a Speedo can give, a nice, cut penis
hanging over a pair of nice size balls in a wrinkled sac, with a bush of
dark brown hair growing at the top of my dick in a nice triangle and
extending down to my balls.  "All in all," I thought, "not bad; I'd fuck
me."

 I climbed into the shower and grabbed the soap.  After washing myself down
and shampooing my hair, I used some shampoo to lube my cock and began to
jack myself off.  The episode with Sandy had left me with a severe case of
blue balls and it didn't take long before I was rock hard and throbbing.  I
sped up my jacking and, after lubing my finger, slowly slid it into my hole
and wiggled it around.  All this time, I'd been picturing Stevie and his
gorgeous body and what I'd done with him last time we were together.  This
sent me over the edge and moaning as quietly as I could, I blew my load, my
cum flying out and hitting the wall.  I had to lean against the side wall
of the shower because of the intensity of my orgasm.  Once I'd recovered my
breath and cleaned the cum off myself and the shower, I got out, dried off
and went into my room, saying my goodnights to my folks.  I think I fell
asleep in seconds.

When I woke up it was around 1:00 pm and I decided to hang around the
apartment.  Both my parents were at work and wouldn't be home until about
5:30 or 6.  Shawn called and I invited him over.  I told him about my plans
for the CNE with Stevie and that he was sleeping over tonight.

"You're really falling for that kid aren't you?" he asked.

"Yeah.  Ya know, he's like the little brother I've always wanted.  He's
cool and he's fun," I replied.

"Yeah, I bet he's fun," laughed Shawn.

"Don't be such a spaz," I laughed, "He's fun to hang around with. So are ya
comin' over?"

He said he'd be over in a bit, so I threw on some shorts and a T-shirt and
watched some TV until Shawn showed up.  We hung around watching TV for a
while and shooting the shit about a bunch of different things.  I told him
about Sandy and what had happened at the party and he had a good laugh at
that.  In a little while there was a knock at the door and when I opened
it, Stevie was standing there with a small bag.

"Hi," he said, "I thought I'd come up early if that's OK."

"Hey, you can come up anytime you want, no invite needed," I replied.  I
brought him in and closed the door.  "Throw your stuff in my room," I said.

"Hey Stevie," Shawn called.

"Oh, hey Shawn," he replied.  Turning to me he said, "I hope I didn't
interrupt anything.  I can go home if you want."

"Naw, I said, "we were just watching some tube. Don't sweat it."

After he threw his bag on my bed, Stevie joined us in the den.  Shawn and I
sat on the couch and Stevie sat down in the chair and we watched some TV
for a while.  We all got bored pretty quickly and Shawn asked about my
magazine.  We explained what it was to Stevie and he said he'd really like
to see it.  So we retired to my bedroom and I pulled out the Playboy.  We
were all lying on my bed and after a couple of minutes of reading the
stories and looking at the pics, Stevie was very obviously hard, as was
Shawn and, of course, me.

I reached over and put my hand on Stevie's lump and he leaned back and
cooed.  I moved over and slid my arm under his neck, pulling him into me
and kissing the top of his head and then his forehead.  He reached over and
grabbed Shawn's crotch, only to be surprised by the size of the meat he was
grabbing.  I looked at Shawn and smiled and then undid Stevie's jeans.  I
reached into his pants and slid my hand down into his shorts feeling his
now fifteen year old cock.  Stevie had undone Shawn's pants and Shawn had
pulled them down to his knees.  Stevie was staring at the huge tube
revealed by his shorts.

"Holy shit," Stevie said, "That thing's fuckin' huge!"

Shawn reached down and pulled his underwear down to his knees so Stevie
could get a better look and Stevie wrapped his hand as far around Shawn's
massive cock as it would reach.  Within seconds Shawn went from almost full
mast to completely full and his dick was throbbing.  At the same time, I
pulled Stevie's jeans and boxers down to his ankles revealing Stevie's
beautiful cock and went back to stroking him.  Shawn looked over and leaned
in, kissing Stevie's penis and licking the small bead of precum at the tip.
Before I knew it Shawn and Stevie were locked in a sixty-nine, with Stevie
kneeling over top of Shawn and that absolutely gorgeous ass up in the air.

As they sucked each other's rampant penises, I moved in behind Stevie and,
spreading his cheeks, kissed each soft downy mound and his tight virgin
pucker.  I licked his crack from the back of his adorable scrotum, along
his perineum, up across his hole, to the top of and then around each satiny
globe.  I just couldn't seem to get enough of this kid's ass.  After a few
times around his ass, I wet my finger and put the tip against his hole.
Gently pushing it, I could feel his opening beginning to relax and my
finger slipped in to the first knuckle, at which Stevie's ass tightened up
and he let out a loud, low moan with his mouth wrapped around Shswn's dick.
Maintaining the pressure, I felt his sphincter relax a bit and my finger
slid in a bit more, up to the second knuckle and this time Stevie's cheeks
tightened and he almost bit down on Shawn's cock.  Again, I let him get
used to the presence of my finger in his ass and I gently began wiggling it
a bit to help him.  When he again relaxed enough I slid the rest into his
tight little opening and began pulling back and pushing forward, gently
finger fucking him.  I could hear him moaning as I did this and the look in
Shawn's eyes said he was definitely enjoying what Stevie was doing in
response to my ministrations.  I watched Shawn for signs of him reaching
his climax and when I saw him begin to sweat and grimace I gently pushed my
finger deeper into Stevie and found his little nubbin.  As I began to
gently rub his prostate, Stevie started humping his hips, thrusting his
penis deep into Shawn's mouth and his moaning became louder until it
practically became a scream.

"MMMMFFFFFF, MMMFFFFFFF , MMMMFFFFF, MMMMFFFFF, UNNNNGGGGHHHH," was about
as much as Stevie could get out since he still had Shawn's huge cock in his
mouth.  As Stevie began to blow his load into Shawn's mouth, Shawn hit his
orgasm and he thrust his hips up, driving his massive penis as far as
Stevie could take it and blasting his teenage cum into Stevie's waiting
mouth.  Shawn's sperm was dripping out of Stevie and down his penis and
Stevie's ass was clenching and unclenching on my finger.  Watching both
these guys cum so hard just about drove me crazy, so I grabbed my painfully
erect penis and began jerking myself.  I moved up behind Stevie and slid my
cock in between his cheeks, pushing his tight, soft mounds against my cock,
using them to jerk my cock.  In seconds I was blasting my hot cum all over
Stevie's ass and lower back.  We all collapsed into a big pile of arms,
legs, heads, cocks and balls and lay like that until we could catch our
breath.  After we'd pulled ourselves together, I went into the bathroom and
grabbed some warm wet washcloths and gave one to each of the guys.  I took
one and began wiping down Stevie's back and ass, paying special attention
to his hole and occasionally grabbing a handful of his scrumptious balls.
We made sure we were all clean and then, checking the time, hurriedly got
dressed, since my parents would be home very soon.

It was actually about half an hour later that my mom arrived home and then
my dad came in shortly after her.  They invited Shawn to stay for dinner,
an invitation my friend never refused, and we decided to order pizza.
After dinner we all sat around and watched Monty Python's Flying Circus and
some other TV and then Shawn had to go home.  He said goodbye and gave
Stevie a wink and left.

By 11 Stevie and I were ready to hit the sack, since we had to be up early
to get to the CNE the next morning.  We headed into my bedroom, closed and
locked the door and started to get undressed.  I couldn't help watching as
my young friend took off his clothes and he made it as sexy as he could.
He slowly pulled his shirt over his head and then down in front of his
chest, slowly revealing his smooth, well developed pecs with nickel-sized
nipples and then his flat abdomen with the start of what eventually would
become a washboard stomach.  He pretended to be doing a strip tease when he
undid the button on his jeans and slowly pulled down his zipper.  He
wriggled those sexy hips and butt of his as he slowly slid his pants to the
floor and kicked them off.  He was left standing in just his boxers and
white socks and, Oh My God, he just looked so HOT.  I quickly grabbed him
and threw him on my bed.  I mashed my lips on his and within seconds we
were locked in a wild, incredibly passionate kiss, our tongues dancing back
and forth and around each other and I practically drove my tongue down his
throat.  I'd just about lost all control of myself.  I dropped down to his
chest and began kissing each side and licking and sucking on his nipples,
occasionally giving each little nubbin a nip.  I then dragged my tongue and
lips down his abdomen and swirled my tongue around his belly button,
tickling Stevie.  I slid my lips below his navel and felt some tiny hairs
running from his navel down into the waistband of his shorts.  Following
them, I pulled down the front of Stevie's shorts and nuzzled my way down to
his dark pubic bush, nibbling and licking and kissing his mound.  He lifted
his butt so I could pull his shorts the rest of the way off and as I did,
his stiff teenage boner sprung up, his shaft slapping against my cheek.
Stevie, somehow, always smelled like he'd just climbed out of a shower, the
scent of soap and clean boy absolutely intoxicating.  I kissed the base of
his penis and ran my mouth and tongue up and down his shaft.  I held his
shaft with my hand and pulled so it pointed straight up and licked the tip
several times.  Stevie moaned and I had to remind him to keep quiet so my
parents wouldn't hear him.  Fortunately the TV was on fairly loud.  I slid
my lips over the tip of the head of his cock and licked it and his slit.
He grabbed a pillow, put it over his face and moaned into it as he began to
writhe on the bed.  The head of his penis felt like really firm, hot,
spongy rubber covered with skin.  I moved my mouth down so it covered his
entire head and corona and the top part of his cock and began suckling it
like a child sucks on its thumb.

Stevie was writhing on the bed with my mouth covering half of his penis.  I
gradually engulfed the remaining half of his 5 inch rod and started bobbing
my head driving my lips up and down his shaft.  I wanted, for all the
world, to make this young kid as happy and give him as much pleasure as I
could.  Within a few minutes, Stevie was moaning into the pillow and his
hips were thrusting.  I began to gently scratch his perineum and he just
couldn't take anymore.  With a muffled cry, his hips shot off the bed,
mashing my nose and lips against his pubes and he started cumming, his
young semen jetting into my throat and coating the inside of my mouth and
tongue.  He clutched and unclutched the covers as he shot, his hands
drumming on the bed.  When he'd finally stopped and his penis began to
soften, I let it fall out of my mouth and, moving up the bed cradled him
with his head on my shoulder and my arm around his shoulders.  I held him
like that and gently stroked his chest for a while.  By that point we were
both so tired that I turned off the light, we climbed under the covers,
went back to cuddling and drifted off to sleep.

At some point during the night I woke up with a warm feeling spreading
through my groin.  Waking suddenly, I looked down to see a lump under the
covers moving up and down over my crotch and felt a warm set of lips
running up and down my penis.  I pulled the covers back and Stevie smiled
up at me with my cock in his mouth.  What a nice sight to wake up to.  I
lay back and just enjoyed the sensations his lips and tongue were stirring
up.  I felt one of his hands reach between my legs and grasp my balls and
gently begin to knead them, followed very quickly by his warm moist tongue.
It snaked its way over and around first one testicle and then the other and
then he took a long lap starting from my perineum and tracing up the back
side of my sac, up and over and then up the shaft of my raging hardon,
ending by swirling it around the ultrasensitive head.  I felt him take the
whole head in his mouth and begin sliding his mouth down the shaft all the
way to the base.  The feelings were becoming incredibly intense and Stevie
made things even more intense as he slipped a finger against my anus and
started wiggling it.  I tried to relax, but his oral stimulation was making
that difficult, but by concentrating hard, I was able to finally relax
enough that his finger slid in.

"oooohhh fffuuuucckkk," I muttered as quietly as I could, "oohh fucking
amazing."

Stevie grinned around my cock again and pushed a bit more, sliding his
whole finger into me.  I could feel the warm palm of his hand against my
ass.  He began to twirl his finger and suddenly, my penis felt like it was
going to explode.  I tried not to scream as I started to cum (thank God for
foam pillows).  All I was able to get out was, "MMMPPPPHHHH, MMMMPPPPHHHH,
UNNHHH, UNNNHHH, UNNNHHH, UNNNHHH, UNNNHHH, OOOOOHHHH FFFFUUUUUCCCKK, OOHH
SHIT, OH MY GOD," which was fortunately muffled by the two pillows I was
holding over my face, as I blew my pent up load into the back of Stevie's
mouth.  Game guy that he was, he swallowed as fast as I could cum and only
a bit escaped from the sides of his mouth, coating my shaft with my own
sperm.  He kept my throbbing, aching cock in his beautiful mouth until it
started to wilt and then licked it clean once it had fallen out.  He smiled
up at me with his cum coated lips and I noticed a little drop of my seed on
his chin.  I reached out and ran my finger over his lips and chin, picking
up any of my remaining cum and stuck my finger in my mouth.  Then I pulled
him up and we hugged and kissed for a long time.

"I just can't believe how you make me feel," I said, as I gently stroked
his hair, neck and face.  I knew I loved this boy, but I was way too afraid
to give voice to those feelings.  This was the seventies and even with all
the sexual liberation at the time, society still drew the line at
homosexuality.  I wasn't prepared to push the line, so I kept my mouth shut
and my feelings safely, and, to this day, painfully, locked away about
Stevie.

We soon fell asleep again and the alarm clock woke us at 8.  We took turns
in the shower, since my mother was still home, got dressed and took the bus
down to the CNE.  We ate too much, got too much sun, had loads of fun and
arrived back home at around 11 pm, exhausted and fully satisfied with our
day.  I would have loved to have had Stevie stay over again, but it just
wasn't going to happen that night.

The summer was over.  School was 3 days away and it was time to start
getting ready to return to the daily slog.  The only consolation was that
Stevie was going to be there with me, Shawn was still, and would remain, my
best friend, and I'd had one hell of a summer.  School that year, as it
turned out, while still a drag, would prove to have some interesting times
for me.