Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an58479@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an58479@anon.penet.fi
Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1993 19:07:37 UTC
Subject: My Best Friend (mm, minor)

Let's try this one more time. . .

WARNING: The following story contains sex between two minor boys.
         If the subject matter offends you, don't bitch, flame,
         or read it.  That's what 'n' is for.

My Best Friend

Ethan and I became best friends in the 7th grade, and remained so
throughout high school and into college.  When I first met him, I
think I fell more than a little in love, although at 13
I wasn't really aware of this.  Ethan was 4 inches taller than I
with light brown hair, blue eyes, and a terrific smile.  We were
both in band, he played the trumpet and I the trombone, and that's
where we became acquainted.

We did everything together -- went to sporting events, played
tennis and basketball, and generally hung around each other all
the time.  We also talked a lot about girls, which isn't too
surprising for boys of 13.

In the middle of 8th grade I slowly became suspicious that Ethan
was hung.  We never had gym period together, so I wasn't
sure, but other things tipped me off.  During honor band, for instance,
we'd be eating dinner, each dressed up in Dockers and button down
shirts.  As discreetly as I could, I'd sneak glimpses of his crotch.
Cotton pants aren't nearly as heavy as denim, so many times I was able
to see the outline of his young cock.  It fascinated me.  I kept trying
to estimate how large it was, so I had to keep sneaking those glances.

Other things tipped me off too, mainly when we were playing basketball
and he was wearing sweatpants. To this day, I have a picture of him
in sweatpants, lying on his side on a bed, at the innocent age of 14.
I took the picture without realizing that his cock is nicely outlined
and very obvious in the picture.

My parents own a lake cabin and it was tradition that we'd be
there every weekend during the summer.  I'd often bring friends along,
to swim and ski.  Ethan was a frequent guest.  I have a younger brother,
and we shared a room with bunk beds.  Whenever I had a friend over, though,
my friend and I would sleep on the fold-out couch and stay up late watching
TV.

The summer after 8th grade will forever be burned in my memory.  I had
just turned 15, and Ethan had 3 weeks to go until his birthday (we both
have late birthdays).  We had been watching TV and generally horsing around
for the last couple of hours.  It was late and it had been hours since
the rest of the family had went to bed.  We had finally quieted down. I
wasn't tired, though I _was_ horny.

Emboldened by our strong friendship, I made up a story about a lake friend
who I had caught masturbating one day.  Ethan seemed interested and
asked just exactly what my imaginary friend had been doing.  I told him
he had his hand wrapped around his dick and was pumping it up and down.

"Have you ever jacked off?" I asked hesitantly.

"No," he replied, "have you?"

"No," I lied. "I wonder what it's like.  He sure seemed to be enjoying it."

No response from Ethan, but I could tell he was still interested. "Want to
try it?" I asked.

"Well, ok, I guess," Ethan answered.  So I ran and got some toilet paper
from the bathroom and we proceeded to jerk off under the covers.  This
wasn't going as I had hoped.

"I'm going to pull back the covers because this seems too awkward with them
over us, ok?"  At first I got a _very_ nervous 'no', but I persisted and
he finally agreed.  The moment was at hand!!

Heart racing wildly as the thoughts through my head, I pulled back the
covers.  My eyes went to him and his to me.

Now, I've never been dissatisfied with what I have.  Nothing at the
far side of the distribution curve, but a little larger than normal.
Staring at Ethan's almost-15 year old cock, though, made me more jealous
than I've ever been in my life.

It was a good 9 1/2 to 10 inches long, the longest by far I'd ever seen.
Nice and thick, surrounded by a soft mass of light brown pubic hair, it
stood up almost parallel to his smooth body.  His balls were heavy but
not huge, and his sack was hairless.  That's one thing about him that
persists to this day.  At 21, he shaves once every 4 to 5 days, and still
has no chest hair, with only a light covering on his arms and legs.
Silken smooth.

I was brought out of my trance when I felt him lightly touch my cock.
Totally unlike myself, I asked him breathlessly, "Will you let me do
something to you?"

"What?" he asked, and his voice cracked.

"Just will you?"

After a long pause, "Ok."

I scooted over to him, once again staring at that beautiful, majestic
cock of his.  If all of the other boys I'd seen before had dicks, he
definitely had a cock.

As much as I wanted to, I didn't kiss him.  I proceeded to give him a basic
blow job.  Starting by sniffing his pubic hair and the area between his
sack and thigh (heaven!) I circled his sack with my tongue, continuing
up and down his hot shaft.  I knew it wouldn't take long for him, so
I didn't linger.

Very gently, I took one of his balls into my mouth and traced its form
with my tongue.  After only a few seconds of this, I knew I had to move
to his cock, or I'd miss the good stuff.

Taking his cock into my mouth was difficult.  Up until this time, I had
only sucked one other cock, and that was, compared to this,
a paltry 6 inches.  I proceeded very slowly, never fully believing
what was taking place.

Grasping the base of his shaft, I began drawing my mouth up and down that
massive rod.  By now, Ethan was moaning softly and had begun to lightly
thrust his pelvis.  That light mouth-fucking of his drove me nuts!

In less time than I'd of liked, he suddenly stiffened and shot a large wad
of himself into my waiting throat.  It was over and I was fearful of what
would come next.

He never sucked me off.  He did watch me play with myself until I came,
which was pretty awesome.  The whole night was great.

Although we never engaged in anything of the sort since then, we still
remain friends.  I think he doesn't remember that night, or at least has
blocked it out.  We both agreed the next day (I rather reluctantly) to
forget all about that night and put it behind us.

Five years later we're in college and still best friends.  He has a girlfriend
whom he's been dating for 3 years now.  I get extreemly jealous of her
every once in awhile; he lost his virginity to her and they fuck
constantly.  One thing I have over her, though, is that I gave Ethan his
first blow job -- his first sexual experience.  And I'll remember it
always.

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