Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 12:48:36 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories -- Part 15a

his story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains descriptive acts of
sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18.  Read at your own
risk.  Otherwise, enjoy!


Middle School Memories ... Part 15a


Stephen and I got into the boat and started to return to his house.  As
luck would have it the motor stalled.  Stephen told me not too worry as
this happened a lot.  This is the main reason I would never own a boat!
He had a paddle in the boat so, not being too far from  the shore, we
paddled back to where we were.  We pulled the incapacitated boat unto the
shore.

"Now what do we do?" I asked.

"The joys of the modern world," Stephen said as he pulled out a cell
phone.  He dialed a number and began speaking to his brother.  He flipped
the phone closed and told me that his brother can't help them.  "We'll
just wait for the gas to settle, the engine is probably just flooded."

We sat down on the beach, took our shoes off, and dug our toes into the
sand.  I looked around.  It was certainly a pieceful place.  I looked
over at Stephen, enjoying his plain good looks.

"Wanna go tribal?" he asked.

"What's that?"
"Let's strip off our clothes and go on a hike."

Agreeing, we both stripped our clothes.  There we were.  Two young teen
boys. buck naked.  Our dicks swung freely in the late afternoon sun, his
a bit more so than mine.  Stephen pointed to a trail opening and asked if
I wanted to go that way.  I agreed and we were off, Stephen leading the
way.

Walking behind him, I couldn't help but notice his beautiful ass.  My
dick gradually grew to it's 4.5" length.

"You know, you have a pretty hot ass," I told him.

"Thanks," he said, turning around, seeing my boned dick.  "I can see
you're really turned on."

Stephen turned to me.  In the shade of the trees, we stared into each
other'e eyes.  I then leaned forward, and paused to see if Stephen would
draw back.  He didn't.  I leaned in further, and kissed him full on the
lips.  To my surprise, and pleasure, Stephen returned my kiss.  For the
next few minutes, Stephen and I, naked in the woods kissed and rubbed
each other.

"I think you're pretty hot too, Robby," Stephen told me, breaking from
our kiss.

I looked down at his dick and was pleased to see it at full mast.  It
strained upward for attention.  I lowered myself to my knees and took his
five inches into my mouth.  Ever so gently, I bobbed my head up and down
on his member.  Stephen ran his fingers through my hair.  We were near a
tree on the path, so Stephen leaned back on the tree and enjoyed the
attention I was giving his dick.

"Oh, shit, Robby," he moaned.  "That is so awesome.  You're better than
my ..."

"You're brother?" I added, removing his dick from my mouth.  "He told me
he has blown you a few times the day he fucked me."

I returned my attention to his straining member.  Stephen was eally
getting into it.  As I worked his dick in and out of my mouth, my hands
exlored his body.  First, I played with his dangling balls, then rubbed
his smooth ass cheeks.  Finally, my right hand found his hole.  I
proceeded to push a finger into his ass.  He sucked in some air as a slid
my finger all the way in.  I continued to suck and lick his dick, putting
two fingers into his ass.  I could tell he was really enjoying it because
he was raising his ass into the air, rocking it with each time I pushed
my fingers in.

"I'm about to shoot, Robby," he told me.

With that, I pulled my fingers out of his ass and pulled him by the hips
so that his dick was all the way in my mouth, my nose in his pubic bush.
In another few seconds, his dick spasmed, shoot a small load into my
mouth.  I swallowed all that he had to offer.

"Shit," he said.  "You swallowed my load!"
"I usually do," I said, letting his dick slide out of my mouth.

"Tyler never swallows.  I don't either, the few times I've sucked his
dick."

"It ain't that bad," I said.

"That was too hot!  I got a blow job and was able to fuck you in the same
day!"

"Shouldn't we even the score?" I said.

"I don't know, Robby.  I've never taken it up the ass."

"I'll be gentle.  You seemed to enjoy my fingers.  Look, I've only got
4.5".  How bad could it be?"

Stephen finally agreed.  I ran, my dick bouncing up and down all the way,
back to his special box and grabbed the KY jelly.  I came back to where
Stephen was.  His dick was still hard, so I figured he was a bit excited
about getting fucked.

I told Stephen to turn and face the the tree.  He did so, spreading his
legs apart a little.  I smeared some KY onto my dick, and got behind
him.  I kissed the back of his neck.  I looked down at his beautiful
bubble butt, pointing my dick at his hole.  I placed my left hand around
him so that it rested a bit below his belly button.  With my right hand I
pointed my dick at his waiting hole.  Positioning the head of my dick at
the entrance, I wiggled it about so that head would enter the hole,
pushing forward gently.

As the head popped in, Stephen gasped.  I told him to relax, and push out
as I pushed in.  When he calmed down, I slid my dick in further.  I would
slide it in a bout an inch or so and stop to allow Stephen to get used to
it.

"Shit, Robby," he said.  "This hurts like a mother fucker."

"I know," I said calmly.  "Just relax, your ass will get used to it."

With that, I slid the rest of my dick into his tight hole so that he
could feel my pubic bush on his ass.  I held still for a few moments, my
dick buried completely in his ass.  Placing both hands on the front of
his hips, I gently slid out about half way and then pushed back in.

"This feels so good," I whispered in his ear.

"I'm beginning to like it too," he said.

I continued slowly moving in and out of his tight ass.  It felt so
fucking awesome!  I stood close behind him, rocking only my hips back and
forth.  Reaching around, I felt his dick was rock hard, so began to
stroke it up and down.  Stephen was hugging the tree, lifting his ass
into the air, giving it freely to me.  I continued rocking my hips back
and forth, pulling it half way out and pushing it all the way back in.
Because it was a warm day, both our balls hung low.  So, as I pushed all
th eway back into his ass, our balls rubbed against each other.  It was
truly awesome!

I contiued fucking his ass until I was ready to blow my load.  Letting go
of his dick, I put both hands on his hips.  I then began thrusting my
dick in and out of him.  I couldn't stand it any longer.  I pushed my
dick as far as I could into his ass, shooting my load deep inside him.  I
held him close, my dick spasming several times.

I held my dick inside of Stephen, reaching around and contiuned to jack
him off.  Within another minute, he shot his load.  Being the third load
in about 90 minutes, his sperm dribbled out of his dick and onto my
hand.  I pulled my softening dick out of his ass.  He turned around to
face me.  I could tell by the look on his face that his ass was a litle
sore.

I brought up my hand, still covered with his sperm.  I then scooped
some with my left fingers and brought it to my mouth.  I stopped and
looked at him.  Then I moved my hand to his mouth, wiping his sperm on
his lips.

"It's yours afterall," I said.

He opened his mouth and licked his lips and my hand, eating his own
sperm.

"See," I said.  "It's not that bad."

We both giggled a little.  We both headed back to the boat, pulling and
playing as we made our way down the path.  As we neared the clearing, we
noticed we no longer alone.  There was another boat pulled next to ours.
Stephen didn't recognize the boat.  We then heard a branch snap behind
us.  We both turned quickly.

"Well, well," said Kyle.  "What do we have here?  Two naked boys in the
woods."

Kyle was a kid from school I hardly knew.  I was on the soccer team, a
junior.  He was about 5'10", 130 pounds, with long dark hair and blue
eyes.  I could see by the bulge in his pants, he was liking what he was
seeing.

"What are you doing here?" Stephen asked.

"Oh, nothing," he replied.  "Your brother called me to ask if I could
check to see if you two were alright.  By the looks of it, you're doing
pretty well."  As he said the last part, he looked down at our dangling
tools.  "You need any help?"

"We're fine," Stephen said, getting his clothes.  "Just a flooded
engine.  You can leave now."

"I suppose I could," Kyle said.  "But we have to talk about payment for
my time to come out here."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh, I think you know," Kyle said.