Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2011 03:44:56 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samsheppard2011@gmail.com>
Subject: Memories of Sixteen 7

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 7

After Lane left Stevie and I settled in for a night of fun.  We sat on the
couch watching TV, Stevie snuggled into me and I draped my arm around his
shoulders.  His hand idly played with my pubes and I gently toyed with his
chest and nipples.  It dawned on us that we hadn't had any real food to eat
(even though we'd both had our fair share of protein) so I suggested we
order pizza and Stevie agreed.  When the pizza delivery guy buzzed I pulled
on a pair of my cutoff jeans and a T-shirt and let him in. I paid him with
some of the money that my folks had left for just such an occasion.  He was
18 and had what appeared to be a pretty good build, blonde shaggy hair and
a slight blonde 5 o'clock shadow.  I chatted briefly with him while he was
making change. It turned out that he'd gone to the same high school as me,
played on the soccer team and had just graduated and was working as a
delivery guy before going to University in Ottawa. I would have loved to
get to know him better but he had to get back to work and I had to get back
to Stevie and our pizza.

We finished dinner and I snuck a couple of my dad's beers out of the
fridge.  Stevie and I sat back, watching TV and drinking our beers.  When
we'd finished these beers, I grabbed another for each of us and replaced
them with some that were in the box in the closet.  My father didn't mind
if I snagged a beer now and then as long as I drank them in the apartment.
By now, I could tell Stevie was getting a pretty good buzz on.  His eyes
were starting to glaze over and he had a goofy grin.  I figured it would be
a good time to get him to bed, so I put my arms around his shoulders and
lifted him off the couch and directed him to my bedroom, where he sat down
heavily on my bed.

"Wass goin' on?" he asked.

"You had a little too much to drink, so I'm putting you to bed," I replied.

"Oh, get me drunk and take advantage of me, huh?" he slurred.

"I don't need to get you drunk to take advantage of you.  I can take
advantage of you anytime I want, can't I?" I laughed.

I got him under the covers and pulled them up so he was well tucked in and
gave his forehead a kiss and then his lips, which smelled like beer.  He
returned the kiss and started to poke his tongue against my lips, but I
broke the kiss, saying, "Hey, cut it out.  Get some sleep now or you won't
be any good to me later."  I kissed him again and, turning off the light,
left my bedroom.

It was only around 11 at night, and I was wide awake, so I figured I'd
watch some "boob tube" as we called it.  I ended up watching Buffalo's
Channel 7 News and as usual, "There's fire tonight in Tonawanda."  Seemed
there was always a fire every night in Tonawanda.  I just liked hearing the
name Tonawanda.  Anyway, after watching some news, I decided I was going to
hit the sack too, so I wandered to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and then
headed to my bedroom.  Stevie was fast asleep but he'd rolled over into the
middle of my queen size bed, so I had to gently roll him back to his side
and climb in on my side.  He looked so damn cute and I just couldn't help
myself, I had to sneak a peek at him, so I pulled the covers all the way
down until they were just covering from his knees down.  Stevie was on his
side facing away from me and I had a fantastic view of his gorgeous ass and
smooth, perfect back.  I leaned down and kissed his back, around his
shoulder blades and then down to the top of those firm, smooth mounds of
ass flesh.  I kissed each cheek and, sticking my tongue out, licked along
the tops and all over his beautiful butt.  Stevie didn't wake up at all.  I
pulled the covers back up, snuggled in right behind him, with my semi-soft
cock buried in his crack, and reaching over with my upper arm, let my hand
rest on top of his cute little pubic bush, where I fell asleep.

I woke up in the early morning and found that Stevie had rolled back
towards me, so we were face to face.  The hand that had been in his bush
was now trapped between us at stomach level and the knee of his upper leg
was resting on top of my legs.  When I opened my eyes, I noticed that
Stevie was awake and looking at me with a small smile.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothin'," he replied.

I repeated my question, "What?"

And he again replied, "Nothin."

"You're such a dork," I laughed, at which Stevie looked hurt and rolled
away from me.  I immediately felt awful and started apologizing.

"Gotcha," he laughed.

"You little shit!" I yelled and started tickling him.  He rolled back
toward me and tried to tickle me, but I had a secret weapon, I'm, with the
exception of one spot on my body, not and never have been ticklish, so he
was very definitely going to lose this battle.  I kept tickling him until
he yelled "Uncle".  He looked down and said, "Now look what you've done."

I followed his gaze, and lo and behold, his penis was sticking straight up
from his body.

"Mind of its own, eh?"  I chuckled, to which he replied that it seemed that
it liked it when I tickled him.

"Well, let's see if it likes when I tickle it."  I reached down and took
hold of his engorged organ and started jerking him off.

"Mmmm, it likes it," he said.

"S'OK.  So do I."  I kept up the action and reached down with my other hand
and began softly kneading his walnut-like, cum-filled balls.  I could feel
them begin to draw up closer to his body and the skin of his sac tightened.
I slid my hand down and gently scratched along his perineum, eliciting a
long, low moan.  Increasing the tempo of my stroking, I felt Stevie begin
to tense up and thrust his hips up into my hand.  I watched as his already
flat stomach tightened even more and drew his hips and shoulders off the
bed at the same time.  I was watching his face as he neared his climax.  He
began to grimace with each thrust and his eyes squeezed tighter.  His mouth
opened into a small O and the muscles in his neck would occasionally
tighten into long thin cords as his head came up off the pillow. A slight
sweat broke out on his forehead and his face became slightly flushed.

Just as he got close to his orgasm, I slowed my stroking down, easing off
the pressure, to stop him from cumming.  His eyes snapped open and he
looked at me with an expression that asked a mixture of "Why?" and
"Please!"  I smiled at him and leant over to kiss the tip of his aching and
very throbbing penis and continued slowly and very gently stroking him,
allowing him to come down from the edge of his orgasm.  As his breathing
slowly returned to normal, I kept very softly kissing the tip of his cock.
He relaxed onto the bed.

And then I sped up and gripped his penis harder as I did.  My kisses became
firmer and I began to take the top of the head of his cock into my mouth.
Again, I could feel Stevie begin to tense up.  I thought about teasing him
and slowing down again, but my lust and his obvious excitement got the
better of me.  I sped up some more, began tickling his perineum, and as he
neared his orgasm, slid my mouth over the entire length of his boyhood and
began milking it.  With a scream that I thought would wake the neighbours,
Stevie hit orgasm and I could feel his cum race up the shaft of his cock
and forcefully hit the back of my throat.  I swallowed and swallowed and
swallowed.  I was amazed by how much cum this young guy was able to produce
and at the wonderful taste of it.  If, as the saying goes, we are what we
eat, I'm astounded that I didn't begin to look like Stevie, because I sure
ate a load of his cum that night.  It seemed like his orgasm went on
forever and I watched as his chest and head shot off the bed, his hips
flexed and thrust upward and his legs splayed farther apart as he came.  He
began to settle down and his breathing slowed and became less ragged.  Even
though he stopped shooting, his penis remained rock hard in my mouth, so I
began to gently and slowly slide my lips up and down his shaft.  Stevie
grabbed my head and asked me to stop, since it was way too sensitive.  As I
took him out of mouth I made sure to clean his penis as gently and
thoroughly as I could.  The head of his cock was bright red and his slit
was still wide open and leaking just a little fluid, which I took the
opportunity to periodically lap up.  Stevie was shivering like he was cold,
so I moved up and engulfed him in my arms and pulled him tight against me.
I could feel Stevie's breathing begin to settle down as his shivering
stopped.

He rolled over toward me and he had tears in his eyes as he planted his
lips against mine.  I backed off and asked him if he was alright.

"Oh, for sure," he replied.  "I wish we could stay like this for ever."

"Yeah, me too," I added.

"Sam...I wish you were my brother," Stevie said quietly.  He was, like me,
an only child.

"Man, I wish I was too.  I'd kill to have a little brother, and especially
one as cool as you," I replied, meaning every word.

We hugged and kissed for a long time after that, our hands roaming
everywhere over each other's naked bodies, until we both fell asleep in
each other's arms.

When we woke later in the morning, the sun was obscured by cloud and it had
begun to rain.  Listening to the news on the radio, I found out that the
weather prediction was supposed to be for thunderstorms for most of the day
with high winds.  If that was the case, I wouldn't have to open the pool.
Stevie and I climbed out of bed, reluctantly, and had some breakfast, both
of us wandering around the apartment in the nude and occasionally grabbing
handfuls of each other's butt or crotch.

My folks called from Buffalo and said that, because of the weather, they
were going to have to stay another day and would be home late in the
afternoon tomorrow.  I couldn't believe my luck. I figured Stevie would
have to go home later in the day, but that he could get away tomorrow
morning and we could have some time together before my parents got home.
But for now, he was here and we were alone and I was going to take
advantage of every minute I had with him.

Stevie and I spent most of the day much like we had the previous evening,
lying in each other's arms, with each other's teenage cock in the other's
mouth or hand and occasionally both at the same time.

As expected, he had to go home for dinner and we made plans to get together
the next day, at the pool if the weather was good, or at my apartment if
the weather was lousy.  I hit the sack early that night, needing to rest
after the lack of sleep of the past few days.

When I woke up the next morning it was a beautiful day so I went out to the
pool extra early.  I really wanted to get some time to myself to swim some
laps and practice my starts.  After I'd cleaned it and made sure the pool's
chemistry was where it was supposed to be, I jumped in and spent an hour or
so practicing my stroke and starts and then took the chance to lay down by
myself in the sun.  I lay on my back just enjoying the heat and working on
my tan, when I heard someone walking around inside the fence.  "Shit," I
thought. "I forgot to lock the damn gate," and opened my eyes.  Sandy, one
of the girls who lived in my building was sitting on one of the deck
chairs.  Sandy was 16 and in some of my classes at school.  She was
actually pretty nice looking, had really long reddish-brown hair that hung
to the middle of her back, brown eyes and a great smile.  She reminded me
of Marcia in the Brady Bunch, but with dark hair.  She also had a really
nice body, which today was being shown off by a cute bikini.

"Hey, Sandy," I said.

"Hi Sam," she responded.  She was looking at me kind of strangely.

"Pool's not open yet.  I guess I forgot to lock the gate."

"Is it OK if I just grab some sun?  I won't go in yet," she asked.

"Yeah, I guess that's OK," I replied. "I better lock it though, so no one
else gets in."  As I sat up, I suddenly realized why she'd been giving me
that weird look.  Yup, I'd been thinking about the guys while I was lying
there and my little friend had woken up.  Sometimes Speedos were a pain in
the ass.  I hurriedly sat up and brought my knees to my chest, doing my
best to hide my erection, but Sandy just kind of smiled and shrugged her
shoulders.  Boy, was I confused.  I didn't know whether to hide or just
stand up, say fuck it and go about my business.  I elected to stay sitting
until it had settled back down.

After a few minutes, I was able to stand up without further embarrassment
and lock the gate.  Sandy just sat there watching me and when I went into
the shed she came over and standing at the door, started asking me
questions about how much I swam, did I like being a lifeguard, what other
sports I played and some other stuff.  Being gay but well hidden in the
closet, I was somewhat unsure of what was up and what to do, but not being
totally clueless, I figured she liked me (duhhh) and since she seemed
interested, and to protect my reputation, I took a chance and asked her
out.  She agreed and we decided to catch a movie later in the week.  The
Godfather was playing and neither of us had seen it, so we decided to check
it out.  By this point it was time to open the pool, so I unlocked the gate
and let in the hordes.

When she wasn't swimming Sandy sat next to me, so I didn't have a chance to
talk to the guys, other than to say Hi when they got there.  Sometime later
in the afternoon Sandy decided she'd had enough sun, so she grabbed her
stuff, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, which got me some raised eyebrows
from the guys, said "See you Friday," and went inside.

The guys were all in the pool and Bill looked at me, gave me the thumbs up
and a grin.  Stevie looked confused and a little hurt, so I subtly
signalled for him to come and sit near me when he got a chance.  After the
guys goofed around for a while, Stevie said he was tired and climbed out of
the pool and came and sat in the chair Sandy had just been in.  He looked
at me and quietly asked why Sandy had kissed me.  I explained that Sandy
and I were friends and that I'd explain it better later.  He said OK, but
didn't look overly happy.  I figured out he must have been jealous of
Sandy, so I wanted to set him straight on what was happening as soon as I
could.

Around 5 o'clock my folks came down to the pool to let me know they were
home and that they were going to order Chinese food for dinner when the
pool closed and I'd come back upstairs.  Well, so much for getting together
with Lane and Stevie for any amount of time tonight.  As soon as the pool
closed for the night, I pulled Lane and Stevie into the shed and explained
about Sandy.  Stevie said he felt better and gave me a kiss and a big hug.
Lane joined in and we had a big group hug.  Unfortunately, having two near
naked young teens squashed up against me led to me standing there with my
Speedos severely tented.  I explained about having to have dinner with my
folks and made plans to see the guys tomorrow.  One last kiss with each boy
and we were off to our apartments.