Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2005 21:25:58 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories ... Part 25

This 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 25


The bus ride home was noisier than usual.  Hell, it was the last day of
school.  Everyone on board was excited to get started with their summer
vacation.  Time off from school was welcomed!

I walked the routine few blocks from the bus stop to my house.  As I was
nearing it, several of the neighborhood boys got my attention.  I
recognized them immediately because I was still young enough to play.  It
was Dan, Gordon and TJ.  Dan and Gordon were brothers.  Dan was eleven
and would be starting middle school next year.  He was about 4'8", 95
pounds, with unkept blonde hair.  His brother Gordon was ten.  He was
about 4' tall, 70 pounds, short blonde hair.  Their friend was TJ.  He
was in the sixth grade.  He was about 4'9", 95 pounds with dark hair and
eyes.  They were all really cute boys.

"Where you going?"  I asked.

"We're building a fort!" Gordon said excitedly, waving a hammer and saw.

"We thought it might be fun to have a place of our own, you know?" said
TJ, who was carrying a shovel.

"What's the shovel for?" I asked.

"Tunnels," Dan said.

"A fort, huh?"  I continued.

"Yeah.  Where we can do all kinds of shit without getting into trouble,"
Gordon said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like smoking, and looking at magazines," TJ stumbled.

"And beating off!" Gordon laughed.

"Shut up asshole!" Dan said, trying to kick his brother.

"Well, we all need a place for that," I laughed.

"Stop by.  It should be finished in a few days," TJ invited.

I agreed I would stop by and have a look at their new place in a few
days.  I jumped the three steps to the porch of my house, unlocked the
door and went inside.  I threw my empty bookbag behind the couch, not
wanting to see it for a couple of months.  I walked to my bedroom, and
began to change clothes.  In no time, I had a pair of soccer shorts and a
t-shirt on.  I found my baseball glove and proceeded to Brian's house.

It took about ten minutes to bike over to Brian's.  When I arrived, he
was already sitting on the porch of his house waiting for me.  His eyes
got bigger when he saw me peddle up.

"Robby!" he yelled.

"Hey," I said, jumping off my bike. "You ready to show me what you got?"

I went to one side of his yard and he went to his driveway.  From there
he rifled in some pitches.  Brian had one hell of an arm.  He was wearing
his baseball uniform.  He always practiced in uniform, so he could get
the feel of his pitches as if he was actually pitching.  Although the
sponsoring company's logo looked retarded (a flying can of motor oil),
seeing him in it made me a little excited.  His uniform fit him
perfectly.  As he continued throwing his pitches, and I returning them,
my mind wandered as I gazed at his figure.

WHAM!

Without warning I was beamed with one of his pitches.  It caught me right
in the chest.  I immediately rolled onto my side.  Brian began yelling
something and ran over to me.  He rolled me onto my back.  My chest felt
like it was numb.  I was having a little trouble breathing.

He helped me up and into the house, where he got me some water and a cold
towel.  He was more shaken up than I was.  He seemed worried that he was
going to get into a lot of trouble because of what happened.

"Oh, shit.  Oh, shit," he said, rocking back and forth, not looking at
me.

"Hey, don't worry.  I'm okay," I said.

"I'm so sorry, Robby."

"Bri, it's my fault.  I wasn't paying attention."

"Huh?" asked Brian.

"I wasn't paying attention to your throw.  It's my fault."

With that, Brian seemed to calm down a little.  He offered me a soda, and
we watched tv for a while.  My eyes kept glancing at his crotch. Because
his uniform was so snug, I could see the outline of his dick.  I guess he
wasn't wearing a cup for throwing practice.  On one of my glances, he
caught me looking.

"You said you weren't paying attention when you got hit," Brian started.
"What were you thinking of?"

I laughed to myself, because I knew he had just seen me looking at his
crotch.  I guess I caught his interest.  Damn boys are all the alike,
aren't they?

"You don't wear a cup for practice?" I asked.

Brian looked down at his crotch and saw what I was seeing.  His dick was
clearing outlined in his snug baseball pants.  I ran my hand on his leg,
hoping I was reading his signals correctly.

"You wanna go into my room?" he asked.

I followed him into his room.  One of his walls was adorned with a dozen
baseball trophies.  He wasted no time in pulling off his baseball shirt.

"We have to hurry because my mom will be home in about an hour," he said
, pulling his baseball pants down.

He now was standing in front of me with only his briefs on.  He
hesitated, waiting for me to undress.  Instantly, I shucked my soccer
shorts and boxers in one sweep.  My 5.5" was quickly boning, standing at
an upward angel.  He smiled, looking at my hard-on.  He then put his
thumbs into his briefs and slid them down.  I took off my t-shirt.  We
were now standing naked in front of each other.

Brian stood, mesmerized by my nakedness. Slowly his I explored my 5', 103
pound body (I'd grown a little taller).  His eyes fixed on my 5.5" boner
with a small bush of dark brown hair right over it.  I, likewise, was
looking over Brian.  He stood a little taller than me, probably 5'2", but
was no heavier than me (so looked a little thin).  My eyes looked at his
boner, which stood rigid straight out from his body about 5".  He had a
small bush of pubic hair above his dick, like me.

"Nice dick," Brian said.

"Yours too!" I responded.

"What should we do?" he asked.  "You wanna jack off?"

"I can do that on my own.  Let's do something together."
"Like jack off each other?"

"Can I suck yours?" I asked.

"No way!" Brian exclaimed. "You wanna suck my dick?"

I nodded.  In a bit of disbelief, Brian sat on the edge of his bed and
spread his legs for me.  I kneeled between his legs and put my hand
around his dick.  He leaned back, watching what I was doing.  I leaned in
and put his dick into my mouth.  He exhaled air in a rush of joy.  I
bobbed my head up and down a few times.  He was getting into it.  With
each bob onto his dick I could feel his hips thrust a little upward,
shoving his dick deeper into my mouth.  My nose was soon in his pubes.  I
stopped.

"Dude," Brian said, looking at me.  "Please don't stop."

"I wanna do something better.  Where do you keep your lube?"

"What?" Brian said, his hard dick pointing at the ceiling.  "In the top
drawer of my dresser, at the back."

I quickly found his lube, and walked back to where he was still laying.
A bit of pre-cum was dripping out of my dick.  I scooped out some grease
and smeared it on his dick.  Brian had a look of disappointment on his
face.  He thought I just going to jack him off.  Little did he know!

After I greased his 5", I told him to get completely on the bed.  I then
straddled his chest, my knees on each side of him.  He had an unknowing
look in his eyes.  I then scooted back, and took his dick with my right
hand, pointing it straight up.  I then lifted my butt on top of it.
Brian's eyes widened as he figured out what was happening.

"Shit, Robby!  You gotta be kidding!"

I then lowered myself onto his dick.  Gently his dick slid completely
inside of me.  My balls were now resting on his bush.  Brian then let out
the longest sigh of pleasure.  He closed his eyes and smiled.  I gently
lifted and lowered myself onto his pole.  It easily slid in and out of my
hole.  After about a minute, Brian began pushing his hips up as I lowered
onto him.  Next he took my hips and began raising and lowering me onto
his rod.  He was now in control.

"Ahhh ... Ohhh," Brian gasped as he slammed upward into my hole.

I leaned forward and kissed his chest.  Holding onto his shoulders, I
rolled over so that now I was on my back.  He quickly maneuvered and I
placed my legs onto his shoulders.  Brian continued slamming his 5" into
my ass.

"Oh, shit, Robby ... I ... I'm gonna ... fuck!"

With that, Brian pushed his dick into me as far as he could.  I then felt
his rod spasm, sending several hot squirts of sperm deep into me.  He
held still for a few seconds, allowing his dick to deposit all it had.
Then he pulled his dick from my ass.   A broad smile was on his face.

"That was fucking awesome!" Brian said.

I smiled at him.  I looked down at his dick and noticed it was still as
hard as a rock.  I took hold of my dick and stroked it a few times.

"My turn?" I asked.

"Oh, dude, I don't know," Brian stammered.  "I mean, fucking you was
awesome.  But, Robby, I don't think I'm gay.  I mean I don't know about
getting fucked."

"Come on, Brian.  It's only fair," I begged.

As he was thinking, we heard a car drive up.  We both quickly changed, so
we wouldn't get caught.  I left his house, assuring him I would be at his
game tomorrow.  He smiled at me as he closed the door behind me.

I rode my bike back home.  It wasn't late, so I decided I would stop and
check to see how the fort was coming along.  As I walked through the
woods, I could hear the three boys talking in the distance.  They sounded
like they were having a great time.