Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2011 20:44:36 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samsheppard2011@gmail.com>
Subject: Memories of Sixteen 5

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
leave this site immediately.

Note: Some of you may have noticed a contradiction between Chapters 3 and
4.  In Chapter 3 Stevie's parents were going to be out at a concert on the
night he ended up sleeping over but in Chapter 4 I stated that his parents
were home and would expect him home for dinner with them at eight.  At a
distance of almost 40 years, sometimes days get blurred.  I apologize for
any confusion this may have caused you as you read the story.  Stevie did
stay over but I may have been confused as to the day.  All in all it makes
no real difference to the story.  I hope you continue to enjoy it.

Memories of Sixteen -- 5

I woke up, dazed and a little confused for a second.  I couldn't figure out
where I was and what was going on.  And then as my brain cleared I
remembered what had gone on earlier and why there was someone in bed with
me.

Stevie had rolled over toward me as we slept and had thrown his arm over my
chest.  His messed up long dark hair had that subtle, indescribable smell
that says "kiss me".  So I did.  I lay back against the headboard of my bed
and stared at the outline of the body of my little friend, knowing that he
was totally naked under the covers.  I glanced over at my bedside clock.
It was just after midnight and I didn't know if I should wake Stevie or let
him sleep.  I was, of course, horny and getting hard just looking at him,
but didn't want to disturb him.  I also knew that teenagers, being one
myself, could sleep all day if they were allowed.  Anyway, lust and the
growing pressure between my legs won the argument.

I began stroking the arm that was lying across my chest.  I stroked up and
over Stevie's shoulder and down the side of his chest to where my blanket
covered him.  As I continued to stroke him, I gradually slid the covers
farther down his body until his entire torso to his waist was uncovered.  I
slowly slid my arm out from under his head and let it rest on the pillows.
Reaching down, I dragged the covers off his body, exposing first his creamy
white ass and then his soft penis.  I had to stop so I could just stare at
this vision.  I took in the sight of him lying there, in my bed; long dark
hair, soft, pouty lips, dime sized rose coloured nipples on a chest that
showed he was an athlete, flat stomach, dark brown triangular pubic bush
over top of a nice sized, cut penis and a set of balls in a sac that was
just growing some hair, an ass that the term bubble butt was coined for and
a pair of long, strong legs with the beginnings of hair growing on the
calves.  I was beginning to have trouble catching my breath.

My plan had been to kiss my way down to his cock, but at this point, I
figured screw it and slid down the bed and engulfed his flaccid 3 inches in
my mouth.  I began to gently suck on it and his cock began to respond,
getting harder and rising up off my tongue, until he was completely erect
and throbbing.  I felt his hands take hold of my head and looked up to see
Stevie smiling down at me.

I stopped sucking him and asked him if he wanted to try a sixty-nine again.
He said sure, but didn't want me to use my finger this time.

"I want to be able to suck you all the way this time, and I won't be able
to if you stick your finger in my ass again."  What could I say? So, I
agreed.

We got on our sides with each other's cock in the other's face.  I licked
at the head of his dick, while Stevie took the whole head of my penis in
his mouth and began sucking me.  I was feeling and squeezing his beautiful
ass as I slid my lips up and down his solid shaft and I could feel Stevie
doing the same.  Every so often he'd stop and lick the head of my cock,
occasionally working the tip of his tongue into the piss slit.  That began
to make my dick incredibly sensitive and before I knew it, I was right at
the edge.  I grabbed his head and held him still.  I wanted us to cum
together.  I started bobbing a bit faster on his cock and could feel him
increasing his thrusts back at me and his balls begin to retract, so I
signalled that he should go back to blowing me.  His lips on my penis and
the feelings I was getting from his cock in my mouth were all it took.  I
pushed my hips forward, let out a growl and over the top I went.  I began
cumming with Stevie following right behind.  I let loose with 4 or 5 blasts
and Stevie matched me shot for shot.  His cum tasted great and I swallowed
for all I was worth until he slowed to a dribble.  I kept his slowly
softening cock in my mouth until he told me it was getting too sensitive,
so I let it slide out while I made sure to clean it thoroughly with my
tongue.  I could feel and see Stevie swirling his tongue along and around
my shaft, doing just as thorough a job cleaning my cum off my dick as I had
his.

We swung around and Stevie put his head on my shoulder and rested his top
leg across my thighs.  I casually played with his ass as we lay there
coming down from our mutual orgasm.  Stevie looked up at me, tilted his
head and I leaned down.  Our lips met and we locked into a kiss.  Our
tongues danced around each other's mouth, tasting our own cum.  We kissed
and kissed, and I was in heaven.

"Can I ask you a question?" asked Stevie.

"You already did," I joked.

"No, seriously, can I?" he persisted.

"You can ask me anything you want," I replied.

"OK.  Have you ever fucked someone?"

"Yeah, I have.  Last year on March break, I met a girl on a school trip and
we fucked and stuff."

"Cool.  What'd it feel like?" he asked.

"It felt great.  I mean, it was the first time I ever did it and she was
really into it and well, she was really tight.  Ya know, my dick kind of
felt like my finger felt when it was in your butt.  Warm, soft, tight and
wet.  And when she came, her pussy started twitching and I could feel it.
It was, like, squeezing my dick and it made me cum even harder."

"Why'd you want to know?" I asked him.

"Well...my buddy, the one I told you about.  He's been asking me if I'd be
willing to try fucking and I'm not sure I want to, so I thought, maybe
you'd done it before.  With a guy.  Have you?"

"No, I haven't.  But if what your ass felt like is any indication of what
I've been missing, I've gotta try it."

"I don't know if I'm ready to try fucking yet," Stevie said hesitantly.

"Then we won't try it," I replied.  I didn't want Stevie to worry about
what I expected him to do.  I just wanted to be able to enjoy him and what
we were already doing together.  I sure wasn't going to push him.

"Thanks," he said with obvious relief.

I kissed the top of his head and gave him a squeeze.  His hand began gently
rubbing my chest and toying with my nipples and soon was sliding its way
down my abs to rest on top of my pubic hair.  Stevie absentmindedly toyed
with my bush, a feeling which very quickly began to have a completely
predictable result.  Avoiding my now erect penis, Stevie began rolling my
balls around in his hand and tickling my perineum.  I lay back with my eyes
closed, savouring every moment of having him do what he wanted with me.  He
started to slide down my body, trailing his tongue across my chest, down my
abs and along the thin, sparse hairs between my navel and my pubes.  Stevie
ran his tongue through my pubes for a bit and around the base of my now
throbbing dick and then down to my balls.  He started to take one in his
mouth but I had to stop him.  After our previous work outs they were pretty
sensitive and I just couldn't take the stimulation at this point.  So
Stevie licked up the shaft of my cock and slid his lips over the head.

"Mmmmm," I moaned.

"Mm-Hmm," he replied and began nodding his head, driving his lips up and
down my shaft and over the sensitive corona.

Looking down, I was entranced, yet again, by the sight of this adorable 14
year old with my cock buried in his mouth and a look of contentment on his
face.  I watched him as he continued to suck my dick and marvelled, not
only at the sensations I was getting, but also that here I was with a kid I
thought I could only have fantasized about, doing what I could only have
fantasized about him doing with me.

After a few minutes of this, I could feel my orgasm building, and I began
thrusting my hips, meeting his down stroke with my up thrust and, grabbing
hold of his head, I held him still and with one last thrust, "Oh Stevie, Oh
fuck, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh, ungh, ungh, ungh, unnngghh, unngghhh,
uhhooohhhffucckk... Oh Stevie, that was awesome," I emptied my testicles
into his waiting mouth.  Pulling him up, I looked him in the eyes, and told
him, "Stevie, you are just fantastic.  I'm so glad you're here."

"Me too," he replied, "This is so much better than anything I've ever done,
I can't believe it can be soo good."

This last cum had completely knocked the wind out of my sails and I soon
nodded off, with Stevie lying in my arms.  When I woke up, the sky was just
starting to get a little lighter.  Looking at my clock, I saw it was 5:00
am.  As was usual in the morning, I woke with a certain urgency in my
bladder and its accompanying stiffness.  Stevie was still asleep, with his
head resting on my shoulder and his thigh resting almost on top of my cock.
He'd drooled a small bit onto my shoulder and I thought even that was cute.
"Oh shit, am I falling in love with this kid?" I thought with some panic.
I definitely was not in the market for that.  I was straight as an arrow as
far as the world was concerned.  My falling in love with another guy was
absolutely out of the question.  Yet, here I was, and the feelings I was
getting were incredibly strong and definitely real.  "What the fuck am I
gonna do?" I thought.

I decided to try and ignore the problem for now.  Sounds like a good plan,
doesn't it, ignore the problem and maybe it'll go away?  Yeah, right.

Anyway, I had a much more urgent problem just then.  If I didn't hit the
can right away, I was going to burst.  I had to shift Stevie off me and
tried to do it as gently and slowly as I could so as not to wake him up.  I
failed.  He opened his eyes and asked,

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I replied, "Gotta go to the can.  Go back to sleep."

I slid off the bed and headed across the hall to the bathroom.  As I
started to take a leak, Stevie stuck his head around the edge of the door.

"I'm up.  And I feel grungy.  Can I take a shower?"

"Jeez, what a good idea," I thought.  "Yeah.  Let me finish this and we can
both take one.  OK?"

"Sure," he replied, "That sounds like a great idea."

After I finished pissing, I pulled the shower curtain back and turned on
the water.  I checked to make sure it wasn't too hot and flipped on the
showerhead.

"OK, Stevie," I called, "It's ready."

I stepped into the tub and Stevie joined me under the spray.  The warm
water felt really good as it cleaned off all the cum and sweat we'd built
up on us over the previous afternoon and night.  I grabbed the bar of soap
(Irish Spring was really popular) and began to wash Stevie's back.  I began
at his neck and shoulders, and using the soap as a lubricant, massaged them
for a while, then soaped up his back down to the top of that glorious,
eminently munchable butt.  I stopped there, and pulling his back and butt
against me, reached around him and began soaping his chest and belly.  I
soaped as far as his pubes and let my hands play with his hairs for a
little while.  Needless to say, Stevie boned up really fast, but I wasn't
ready to do anything with it yet, so I went back to concentrating on his
tight white butt.

I moved Stevie so he was leaning against the wall of the shower and spread
his legs.  I soaped up his ass cheeks and kneaded them for a minute or two.
While I was doing this, I slid my finger between his cheeks and into his
crack, running it up and down the entire length.  I gradually worked my
finger deeper into his crevice until I found my target, his tight little
hole.  I made sure I had lots of soap in his crack and on my finger and
slowly wormed it into him.  It slid in to the first knuckle and Stevie
gasped, his cheeks clenched and his anus tightened around my finger.  I
gently wiggled it, letting him get used to it and he gradually relaxed,
allowing me to work it in to the second knuckle.  This time I could feel
his legs shake and Stevie let out a low moan.  Keeping up the pressure, I
wormed my way in until my finger was completely buried in his tight opening
and began rotating it.  His butt cheeks were clenching and unclenching like
he'd been getting electric shocks on them and he actually whined and moaned
at the same time.

"Oh fuck, Sam, that's soo fucking amazing," he moaned.

Keeping my finger in his ass, I turned him around to face me.  His rock
hard penis just about poked me in the eye.  With a quick swipe across the
tip of the head, I swallowed his entire cock at once, right down to the
root and began using my tongue to milk it.  I wriggled my finger in his
hole and found the lump again.  Putting the tip of my finger against it, I
began wiggling my finger up and down against it and was rewarded by Stevie
driving his cock even deeper into my mouth.  My nose was mashed against his
wet little bush and my chin was tight against his firm balls.  And then
Stevie came.  And came.  And came.  And came.  I couldn't believe this kid
could produce so much cum, but here it was, in my mouth and I was loving
it.

Stevie was practically screaming as he came and he was completely
unintelligible.  It felt like he came for five minutes and I kept my finger
in his ass the whole time.  He finally was able to say, "Take it out, Sam.
Take it out.  I can't stand anymore."  I withdrew my finger and Stevie's
legs relaxed.  He collapsed against the wall, his still dripping cock in my
mouth.  After completely cleaning his penis with my tongue and lips, I held
Stevie up and turned him so the shower could clean his pubes and cock and
then turned him toward me again and planted my lips on his.  We stood there
kissing like we hadn't seen each other in weeks, as the water ran over us.