Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 09:08:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" <darronthewitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Best Friend Terry

	When I was thirteen I was just coming into masturbation and puberty
and all that.  I had no sexual experience yet with girls but I fantasized
about them a lot, and considered myself pretty much the straight dude -
that is, I didn't really think about boys that way, I mean I hadn't really
thought about it one way or the other, I didn't think I was gay, is what I
mean.  There were other boys that acted kind of sissy or girly, and
sometimes I'd tease them about being gay, but it was just something we did
at that age - tease other boys and stuff and make jokes about them being
gay, but as far as I knew, none of them were really gay, I mean how was I
supposed to know?  I didn't know any other boys that actually admitted
being gay, so it was all in jest.

	Anyways, my body was going through changes, and like I noticed that
my dick was really a lot bigger now, and I was jacking off a lot when I
could, just having discovered how to do it, and mostly I thought about
girls, and when I wasn't beating my meat, I was kind of like thinking about
sex a lot, like most of the time, but at the same time, I wasn't really
trying to get a girl friend or anything, I just fantasized about them.

	Now before I go on I have to tell you that I'm not, you know, gay.
What I am about to tell you all happened a few years ago, and I can assure
you that I am a happy straight man.  But that having been said let me tell
you the story about some gay experimenting.  I like to call it that, what
can I say, I'm glad it happened - I still think about these experiences,
when I jack off from time to time with fondness, although I would never
admit it to my girlfriend.

	So where was I?  Ok, I had just turned thirteen, and there was this
new kid at school and for some reason we hit it off right away and became
like friends.  I remember that some of the other kids thought he was a
little weird 'cause he used to do this thing before school, where he'd walk
like northeast across the campus towards the perimeter of the school, then
turn and head southeast, and then turn and head diagonal, you know,
northwest, then turn right, and head due east, turn southwest and end up
back where he started.  Then we'd all watch him, jog the entire perimeter
of the school; like this big circle, and the whole time he'd be oblivious
of everyone watching him.  But every morning before school, he'd do this
routine, since the day he first started, which was mid-semester.  After
awhile, the novelty of watching him do this kind of wore off with the other
kids, but for some reason, I would continue to just watch him do this.  He
didn't seem to mind me watching, and I even started getting to school a
little earlier sometimes, just to make sure I didn't miss it.  I was trying
to figure out, what design he was making.

	Anyways, one day at lunch, I just came up to him and asked him why
he did that every morning.  He told me it was a secret and I respected
that.  I told him I watched him every morning, and I showed him a drawing
of the design.  His eyebrows rose up as he looked at the drawing but he
didn't take any offense, in fact, like I said, we became friends.  His name
was Terry and as far as I was concerned, he was totally cool.  He was very
clean and his clothes were always spotless and ironed.  His long blond hair
was always like perfect.  He always wore a bright white or red shirt, which
he always tucked in - His face was never dirty.  He always wore a bright
red or white scarf around his neck, or around his head like a bandana that
always looked like brand new which looked good with his hair.  His pants
were always either blue or white, and perfectly spotless. Dude he was
totally cool.  He always wore white socks, and a black belt.  He wore a
dark yellow sweater or jacket, which he would tie around his middle when it
wasn't cold.  I know how he dressed sounds weird, but, his clothes were
expensive and they were always perfect.  They were designer clothes and the
clothes changed every day just not the colors. And clean - Man, its like
dirt would not touch this kid and wrinkles either- he looked like a model
or something for clothes.  I thought it was way cool.

	I asked him one time, why he always wore the same colors? Did his
parents make him?  And he said no, they were the colors he liked.  And I
thought that was AOK.  I liked him. I really did-- like I said, right from
the very start.

	Terry's parents both worked in the afternoons so we'd go to his
house after school, and just kick it and it was totally cool.  For one
thing, Terry's folks had this bitchin' house.  I remember the first time he
brought me over.  They had like this moat in the back yard, which is the
way we'd always go to get in the house; like a river that went round his
whole house, in a circle.  We had to cross this little bridge and then
under a waterfall to get into his back yard-- it was totally cool.  Also he
had bushes shaped like animals and stuff.  And there were like life-sized
statues all over this huge back yard, of like fairies, and elves and
gnomes, and they were all naked, and they all had like their private parts
showing which was totally cool.  And they were all dancing around this
little-boy looking creature with hoofs and pointy ears that was playing a
flute.  The back yard had walkways cut through the grass this way and that,
which made the same design that I figured out.  But I think the coolest
thing in Terry's back yard was this life sized Cyclops-man; this thing was
like about ten feet tall, maybe taller, and it looked so real (he was naked
too and had a really big dong I remember that and it made me laugh) and the
second coolest thing were the two giant fire breathing dragons you had to
pass by to get into the back arch-way leading to the house, in fact I
wasn't sure which was cooler the black and red winged, fire-spitting
dragons, or the one-eyed Cyclops - I'm still not sure.

	Inside the house, which was way cool, the things that stood out the
most were the clocks.  It seemed that someone had a little obsession with
clocks going on.  They were everywhere.  Big grandfather type clocks,
little grandfather clocks, mantel clocks all over the place that ticked and
chimed, and cuckooed every hour.  Man it was far out.  I asked Terry who
was the one in the family into clocks and he said that it was he and his
dad.  Man, those clocks really kind of tripped me out, but I got used to
them after awhile.  Every single clock in the entire house that I saw was
in good working order too and always seemed to bet set to nearly the exact
time, except for three of them.  One of them was in Terry's room, one was
in the living room and the other one was in the dining room.  When I first
noticed them I asked Terry what was wrong with those ones, and he said that
there was nothing wrong with them.  Anyways, I still remember after these
years, and this was like a really weird thing, and I never mentioned it to
Terry because, I don't know, it was freaky, but also cool, like a secret,
and I didn't want him to know that I knew, you know, like something that
seemed like a secret and that was that I noticed that every week that those
three clocks were always different.  One week the three clocks that weren't
working were clocks that were working last week, and the three that weren't
working last week would be working this week.  But I haven't told you the
weirdest part, the times on all three of the clocks were always the same
and I still remember after all this time: One clock always read 12:24,
another one always read 11:22 and the third one was always stuck at 7:30.

	Anyways, once I got used to it, it was actually like a really cool
thing, in fact, I noticed many secret type things about Terry that to me,
just made him seem mysterious, and I thought that was the point of it, and
I respected that, and thought it was the totally coolest way for a kid to
be.

	In the living room, the center coffee table was on top of a little
glass pyramid, but the cool thing about it, was that on the hard-wood floor
under the table was like a painting kind of like 3-D I guess, which made
the little pyramid look like it was the top part of a giant pyramid like
coming up from underneath the house.  Like the whole house was sitting on
top of this really giant pyramid, it was way cool.

	They also had something that looked like an altar, with a large
white candle sitting on top of it.  Above the altar hanging on the wall was
this object that if it wasn't above this altar would probably be mistaken
for a shelving unit of some kind, it was a really weird shape looking
something like a number sign (#) but not exactly, after I looked at it like
about a dozen times I figured out how to draw it, by first making an upside
down cross and then just to the right and touching it a right side up
cross.

	The door to Terry's room had the number "9" written on it, which he
would never tell me why-- I guess another one of those mysterious secrets.
Inside his room, he had double-sets of heavy drapes over the windows, so
everything was dark in fact, it was like that through the entire house.
But other than that, his room looked pretty much like an ordinary boy's
room. Except for the colored lights and the black lights.  Those, I have to
say, were the coolest.  The colored lights were good-- blue, amber, red,
and of course white, which he could control by switches, but the black
lights were the best.  He had nine of them, all over the room-- and when
you turned on those puppies, weird city!!  He had posters that glowed when
you had the black lights on too, and kind of in a strange way-- that is,
you'd see additional detail in the posters that wasn't there under regular
light, stuff mostly I can't remember, but I do remember one poster was of A
Clockwork Orange, and under the black light, you could see an eyeball on
this guy's right hand-- it was groovy-- and also on his forehead was a
triangle.  Weird stuff like that.  I thought it was bitchin'. I never
realized anyone could be so cool.

	On the ceiling of his room there was this giant mural painted like
over the entire ceiling, which was of two giant white clouds with faces,
facing each other and blowing, like with puffy blowing lips at each other.
And on the wall behind his bed there was another mural of the planet earth,
like how you might see it from space I guess.  His bed cover was this
really pretty bed-spread, dark blue with gold crescent moons and stars all
over it.  I remember there was one poster of an Indian on his wall.
Another poster was One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest.  There was a poster of a
brightly colored rooster, and the only other thing I remember besides all
the clocks in his room was a banner for The Red Sox.

	Like I said, and I think you would agree, for a kid who just turned
thirteen one month ago and had no friends, Terry was like the coolest
friend that could have come along.

	Anyways, on with the story...

	So, one day, I'm over at his house, right?  After school, and we
only knew each other for like maybe two weeks, when this happened, that's
all - but we were like friends already, it was like that.

	So what happens is we both started wrestling with each other on the
bed, you know, just playing around - regular boy stuff, and while we were
wrestling Terry grabs my crotch, you know, just for a quick second like.
He did it like three or I think four more times while we were wrestling
around and each time I just pretended I didn't know what he'd done.  I just
acted like nothing happened, even though I knew what he'd done. It was
really obvious, because, it was no light touch.  He was actually grabbing
my dick and squeezing it like I said just for a quick second each time.
The weather was getting lots warmer now so we were both wearing shorts, and
the popular kind at that time were these shorts with this real thin
material, so each time he grabbed my dick, you know, I could really feel
it.

	And its weird, 'cause in the back of my head I'm kind of thinking
to myself, in thoughts that are like coming out in really quick spurts,
'Terry's grabbing my dick - on purpose, this is weird.'' but, and this is
weird too, I think if it had been anyone else but Terry who was doing this
to me, I probably would have reacted by saying, 'Hey - What the fuck are
you doing?' I mean maybe I'd let the first grab or two go by and not say
anything, but certainly by the third or fourth grab, I would definitely be
reacting that way, but Terry didn't seem gay to me, I mean, he didn't act
girly in any way.  I totally didn't think of him as being gay, and it was
like I knew he wasn't gay although that sounds crazy 'cause I only knew him
like two weeks, but, even if another boy who didn't act gay and I didn't
think they were gay, started grabbing my dick and stuff while we were
wrestling I'm pretty sure I would react sternly to let them know that I
wasn't gay - But, with Terry I didn't know how to react, I mean, this had
never happened to me before and so I just kept letting him do it, and I
really didn't mind because I knew he wasn't gay.  Like I said, it was
weird.

	And what happens next, I didn't really expect, but the material was
thin, and I was getting a boner, and Terry could see it and I was thinking,
'Is he going to grab it again? And just thinking those thoughts made it get
even harder.

	So, he grabs it a couple more times and this time, he grabs it for
longer than just a second-- maybe like a few seconds, and he now squeezes
it harder, and damn it felt really good, and now, I couldn't help it, my
dick was fully hard and I had a nice obvious tent in my shorts, and still,
this whole time, I keep acting like nothing's happening, but now I'm
feeling suddenly really excited like I want to go jack off somewhere.

	Now, at this point, Terry ends up straddling me with me on my back,
holding my arms up over my head, kind of kneeling on my thighs.  I think I
just kind of let him pin me 'cause I didn't want to wrestle no more so I
could quickly run off to the john or somewhere, 'cause I had an urge to
beat off, stronger than I think I ever felt before.

	So, he's got me pinned.  He's kneeling on my legs but not so that
it hurts, and he's holding both my hands up over my head because I had been
trying to cover my groin area because my boner was huge but every time I
tried to cover it up, he'd grab my hands again and pull them away.

	Now Terry says to me, "Dereck's got a boner - Dereck's got a
boner!"  And now I'm getting mad, but not really- like play-mad 'cause I
was embarrassed - you know I was very modest at that age.

	So I say, "Let me up." and now I feel my boner start to go down a
bit and I relaxed somewhat.

	And Terry says to me, "Let me see it, and I'll let you up."  And he
let go of my hands.

	And I say, "No way man," and try to cover my groin again but he
won't let me.  I really wanted to cover it up again because the moment
Terry said to me 'let me see it' like instantly my dick got totally hard
again, like so quick it was amazing.

	And then Terry says, "I'll let you see mine - See, I've got a boner
too," and he did.  He just popped it out of his shorts real quick, 'cause
he had like a stretch-elastic waistband.  He only showed it for a second,
but he wasn't lying, he was stiff as a rod.

	Now, he lets go of me, and I kind of sit up, and then I'm like,
"Ok," and I get on my knees and start undoing my snap and zip down, and I'm
about to pull down when I suddenly stop and say, "You too dick wad, I'm not
doing this by myself."

	And just like that he pulled his shorts down, and kept them down
around his knees.  His boner was sticking straight up.

	I followed his lead, and pulled my shorts and underwear down.  And
there we were, looking at each other's boners, me feeling a great need to
jack off.

	It was really weird because I was really modest, and it was hard to
believe that I was exposing myself like this to another boy.

	I was looking at Terry's dick and it was a little smaller than
mine, but you could tell he was going through the changes too, because it
wasn't a little boy dick he had that was for sure.  My own dick was about 5
& 1/2" and Terry's looked about a half-inch smaller was all.

	Suddenly Terry says, "You want to jack off together?"

	And I responded without thinking I guess, because Terry said the
magic words 'jack-off' and that's what I wanted - needed to do desperately.
So without hesitation I say, "Yes. Yes, let's jack off together."

	So Terry takes all of his clothes completely off and I do the same,
and then were like both facing each other, kneeling on the bed, each of us
totally in the buff, boners sticking out pointing towards one another like
we were about to joust.

	And for several moments we just stare at each other neither one of
us doing anything.

	I did take notice of the fact that Terry had this really gnarly
like sun-bather's tan line, I mean he was pretty tan all over but totally
white around his mid-section, and it made me think that he wore Speedos or
something when he went swimming or to the beach which surprised me a little
bit but then again how would I know, I never had gone swimming with him .
	And finally, I couldn't wait any longer, I needed to jack off
badly, and there was no sense letting modesty stop me now, it'd be stupid
right? At this point, I wrap my hand around my dick, and start, you know,
slowly pumping it, when Terry says, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant."

	And I say, "What?  What did you mean?"

	And Terry says, "Put out your hand."

	So I stuck out my hand, my left hand, and he says, "the other
hand."  You know the one I was stroking myself with, so I stick that one
out instead, and he guides my hand to his cock, but before I could protest,
I feel his other hand grab my boner, and he starts stroking it and oh my
God, I had no idea how good that would feel. I didn't know it felt so much
better when someone else did it even if it was a boy.  I mean it felt
incredible when I did it to myself but like unbelievably better with Terry
doing it on my dick.

	He wraps my hand around his own dick and I squeeze it, and start
stroking it, and he's like, "Oh yea, just like that."

	Now, what really amazes me is, here I am masturbating another boy,
and I never had time to think about it - it just happened, I could've said
no but I didn't.

	After a few moments we both laid down on the bed side by side,
jacking each other, and I told Terry to go faster, and he did, and I said,
"faster, faster."  And so he got on top of me (he told me to let go of his
dick), you know, straddling me like before, and he starts jacking me full
speed - Man, I couldn't believe how awesome that felt.  My eyeballs rolled
up into the back of my head, and I said, "Don't stop.  Don't Stop." and I
jizzed all over Terry's hand.

	Then, Terry takes his slimed up hand, and using my cum as lube
starts jacking himself something fierce.  A few moments and he's moaning Ah
oh Ah, and shoots his jism all over my balls and dick, which I thought was
gross but I wasn't about to say anything now.

	After we both recaptured our breaths, Terry went and got a towel,
mostly for me I guess, and we cleaned up and got dressed.

	After that, we started jacking off together like every day after
that first time.  And like, except for that first time, it didn't seem like
a gay thing, like I totally thought of Terry as straight and he thought of
me that way.  We were just jacking each other off because it was fun.

	And that was all we did sexually together for like two weeks - we
did it like almost every day that we could.  This is what happened about
two weeks later, after Terry and I have gotten pretty used to jacking each
other off.  I'm over at his house after school, and we're both on the bed
naked, and Terry pulls out this porno from under the bed.  It's straight
porno of course.

	He also pulls out the hand lotion that we were now using since we
figured out that works better and he starts showing me the magazine as we
lube ourselves up with the hand lotion.  And it was pretty hot.  I had
never seen hard-core porno before and the pictures were getting me really
hot.

	Terry then starts reading some parts of the stories to me.  He
tells me to close my eyes while he reads to me and Terry reading these
stories to me was getting me even hotter - Terry had this way of just
sounding really sexy when he talked dirty, like now while reading these
stories.

	He was reading one about a man describing how excellent it felt
when this chick started blowing him.  He said it felt heavenly.

	Terry says, "Fuck dude, I wonder what it feels like?"

	"Sounds hot," I said.

	"Can you imagine what it would feel like to have some hot chick
sucking on your rod?"

	"Heavenly," I said.

	Then Terry read part of this other story where this dude and chick
are in a sixty-nine position, and while this chick is sucking his dick she
sticks a finger in his asshole and starts finger fucking him up the asshole
while she sucks, and the guy said it was indescribable ecstasy.

	Terry showed the photograph of a sixty-nine - that's what they
called it and he says, "Want to try it?"

	"What a sixty-nine?" I asked.

	"Yea, but we'll jack each other that way - It'll be easier."

	I say, "Ok."

	He then told me to lay on my back sideways across the bed.  He then
got to where he was kind of on top of me.  He was on his knees behind my
head, and then kind of resting on his elbows down by my cock.

	Terry starts jacking me off, and I reach up and grab his cock;
which is like dangling right above my face.  I was feeling really, really
hot, probably 'cause of the magazine and all the dirty talk, and I started
saying to Terry, "Go faster," but he wouldn't, he just kept pumping me slow
and even and after a few minutes of that, I was going crazy.

	Terry kept lowering his dick like every so often and it would come
to rest right on my face, and then he would say like 'Oh' I didn't realize'
but I never said anything.  I was just hoping he wouldn't come while I was
jacking him this way or it would be spilling all over my face.

	All of a sudden I feel this slick slippery feeling on my cock and
at first I thought Terry had greased it up with the hand lotion, but soon
it was feeling more pleasure than ever before and I knew it wasn't hand
lotion.  I tried to look and see what he was doing to my dick but I was
sort of trapped in the position I was in.  God, it felt good what he was
doing!  What was he doing?

	"Terry," I said, "Mother fucker that feels good.  What are you
doing?"

	A moment later I hear him say, "What do you think I'm doing?"  And
then the feeling again, and I was in bliss.  At the same time, Terry drops
his cock back to where it's stabbing my face again, but this time, he
doesn't pull up.  Well, I stopped playing dumb - I knew damn well what he
was doing - he was sucking my dick, and I looked at Terry's cock and
without even thinking about it, I put his erection between my lips and
started sucking on my friend's dick.

	There was a fire burning out of control inside me, and flames all
around me.  But this fire felt good, unimaginably good.  My mind seemed to
let go at this point and I was incapable of rational thought.  I felt like
I was in a river of rapid water, like the white-water rapids, carrying me,
speeding me towards an unknown destination, but I could care less.

	I sucked and licked and slurped on my friend's dick, while he did
the same to me, and I could hardly believe how pleasurable this all was.

	While Terry was sucking me ravenously, he grabbed my ankles which
were hanging considerably off the side of the bed since we were both lying
horizontally across it, and he pulled my legs up, so that my feet were flat
on the bed and my knees were high up.  He put both of his hands on my
ass-cheeks, and started playing with my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and
pushing them back together again.

	At this point, I really, really started getting into dick sucking,
and was slobbering all over myself.  I had been holding onto Terry's cock
with my hand while sucking on it, and suddenly, I don't know why exactly, I
just let go, it seemed Terry was kind of trying to hump my mouth, and me
holding on to it was just impeding his natural motion.

	Terry starts to realize that he's now in control of his dick in my
mouth, and pushes and pulls it in and out.  At the same time, he's got my
ass cheeks spread wide, and his fingers are playing around my hole, kind of
teasing it.  Each time he lightly touched my hole, I felt a shiver of pure
pleasure go through my whole body, it was incredible, my hole never felt
like that when I touched it, to wipe myself or something - I was
dumbfounded, I'd never thought my asshole could be a source of pleasure
before.

	Anyways, he's now starting to touch it like in a circular motion,
real gentle with his fingers, and I'm going nuts, making all kinds of
moaning noises while Terry's humping my mouth a little harder.  My own hips
are starting a motion all their own as my dick feels the amazing sensations
caused by my friends lips and tongue.

	Meanwhile, Terry stops sucking my cock, and I feel him start to
jack its slowly with his hand again, with some lotion, squeezing it hard.

	I'm like thinking, "Oh crap, he's not about to come is he?"  'Cause
if he was I was about to get a mouthful of his cum, and there'd be nothing
I could really do about it because Terry was literally fucking my mouth and
I was kind of stuck with it there for the moment, I was breathing heavily
through my nose as it was, and I didn't even have the ability to ask him if
he was getting ready to cum since I had a mouthful of hard dick, but to
tell you the truth, although I would never in a million years have guessed
I'd be in a situation like this, and I would ponder heavily how it all
happened later, at this present moment to be whole fully honest, I couldn't
have cared less.  I was even resigned to take a mouthful of warm semen, if
that's what was about to happen, without protest.

	I really didn't think things could get more pleasurable.  I really
didn't think my body was capable of producing the amount of pleasure I was
already feeling - I was drunk with it, but what I felt next is practically
indescribable.  Terry started licking the flesh just under my ball sack
with his hot tongue, and all I can say is if it wasn't for the fact that he
had stopped jacking me, I would of like have cum in one instant.  His
tongue pressed slowly and firmly against my skin, was sliming its way along
like a warm slug, getting closer and closer to my butt hole.  And, Oh my
God, this is hard to explain, but my hole wanted his tongue, it was calling
out for it.  I didn't think he would do it - because, you know, that's just
disgusting, but I prayed he would, but I knew he wouldn't, and even though
I was no longer rational I was still capable of logical thought - but it
was kind of like instinct or intuition.  Being that both of my hands were
free, I reached out and grabbed Terry's legs, stopping suddenly to moan
loudly as Terry lapped at my soft tissue like a kitten except no rough
tongue.  I grabbed Terry's legs and pulled them up like he did me, back on
his knees, and once I got him on his knees again, I popped his dick out of
my mouth, and started licking the same area that Terry was doing on me.

	Terry let out a moan, very loudly, and I knew it felt good for him
too.  At the same time, I spread his cheeks and started lightly touching
his hole with my index finger.

	I thought Terry was going to leap right off me - I must have
surprised him.  Man, every time I lightly touched his hole, his whole body
would quiver and I knew he liked it a lot because he moved his position a
little bit, to give me better access.

	Meantime, Terry was still licking around the same area but an inch
away from my asshole now.  Apparently we were playing some sort of a game
like dare or something, Terry had been the leader up to this point, and I
figured the game went kind of like this: Terry does something, and if I
like it and he's hesitant to go further and I want him to go further, I get
the dare to let him know by doing to him the same thing, and so far it was
working.  Since I started licking by Terry's balls and playing with his
hole with my finger, Terry responded by licking closer and closer to my
pucker which wanted his tongue so badly now, I could hardly contain the
wish within the material universe, as though the wish threatened to fly out
of me right into the spirit world to cause a thousand boys to lick the
assholes of another thousand boys, in compensation for a wish of such high
energy being unfulfilled.  I mean, I never felt such burning desire.  I was
actually mentally willing Terry to lick it - to lick my fucking hole, as
though by will alone with sufficient desire, I could supernaturally grab
his mind and make him do it!

	But, he wouldn't do it. He just kept licking now around the
perimeter, and at the same time touching it with his finger.  I felt like
if he kept doing this without advancing further I might just go mad, and
they would have to lock me up for being totally without reason of senses,
not to mention, that I might just take to unexplainable fits of hysterical
crying to think his tongue was so close but never arrived at the most
desired spot, and woe would be me for when would I ever have such an
opportunity again?  And although a thousand boys would lick the holes of
another thousand as a direct result of my unfulfilled wish with too much
energy to remain trapped within the physical body, but alas, such
compensation would surely cause me even more depression and fits of crying
to find any evidence of its fruition.

	I myself was now licking as closely to Terry's hole as he was
licking likewise, and here we two seemed to be stuck, neither one of us
advancing any closer, both of us driving the other insensibly closer and
closer to utter pleasurable madness.  I knew my tongue was causing the same
condition in Terry.  I could feel his quivering and hear his moans; moans
that sounded like those of a small child in desperate need of more milk.
It had this sound with a kind of desperation in it, almost like a
moaning-whimpering-crying, and I wondered if my own moans sounded as
pathetic.

	We continued this way for several more minutes.  I knew that Terry
was not going to lick my hole. If he was going to do it he would have done
it already.  I tried to mentally will my asshole to move closer to his
tongue but alas all I could do was squirm a little as though I had an itch
I couldn't scratch.

	But like I said I knew he wasn't going to do it, and I knew why,
because there was a barrier here.  You just don't lick people's assholes,
it isn't proper.  Everyone knows that - even little kids know that.

	So, I took a real close look at my friend's pucker, something else
I'd never done before.  It seemed the day was full of firsts, and the day
was barely half over.

	It seemed that Terry was no longer the leader in our little game of
unspoken rules.  I realized the only way I was going to be able to get
Terry to do what I really wanted him to do, that he wasn't sure he wanted
to do, was the same way that Terry had gotten me to suck cock and lick
balls; something that I certainly wasn't sure I wanted to do.

	I looked closely at Terry's asshole, and it didn't really look all
that disgusting to me for some reason, as far as assholes go, his was kind
of pretty actually.  All the flesh around it was really, really smooth, and
his pucker was pinkish and looked clean.  I spread his hole open a wee bit
to see inside, and it looked clean there too.  Well, I knew what I had to
do - it was a dare after all - DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO
UNTO YOU.  I had to take the lead in this little game or else have a doctor
remove my asshole for, I was feeling that if Terry refused to lick it, I
would have it removed for I wouldn't be able to stand the very sight of it,
for it would remind me of this terrible failure.

	I couldn't believe I was about to do this.  I felt as though I was
on the threshold of doing something that was a little scary just like that
exact moment when you are about to jump off the high dive for the first
time.

	Without another thought, I stuck out my tongue and pressed it
firmly against Terry's butt hole, and then started licking like in a small
circle like what I was doing with my finger but now with my tongue.  I
thought now anything was possible.  If you would have told me yesterday
you'd pay me a thousand dollars to lick your asshole, I would have told you
to take your thousand dollars and stick it up your asshole, even if you put
the cash in my lap.  But look now, ma, look at me I'm licking an asshole,
and not a girl's asshole but another boy's asshole.  Oh, if they could only
see me now.

	I thought Terry was going into convulsions, as though, there was a
little secret about licking assholes they never told me 'cause they never
thought I'd be licking one at my age, and that is that if you lick
someone's asshole it instantly kills them, the pleasure too intense for any
mere mortal to withstand, all of the capillaries in the brain suddenly
exploding all at once in one giant massive embolism that instantly sends
them into a lethal seizure.

	But in spite of all of his squirming and wiggling his hiney about
like a worm on the end of a fishing line, I managed to keep my tongue
firmly against his hole, and do a little wiggling of it myself, which
seemed like the thing to do while your licking assholes although I wasn't
exactly sure what the rule of etiquette was on that.

	All the while I'm doing this Terry stopped licking me, and is just
enjoyed the sensations I apparently brought about for him which seemed
quite intense.  After several moments, all at once I stopped licking, just
to let him know that I had no intention of being the only ass-licker here
of the two of us this afternoon.  That if he wished me to continue he knew
what he needed to do, and all I could do was say a silent prayer that
Terry's barrier would come tumbling down like The Berlin Wall.

	And then it
happened. Oh-Mary-Mother-Of-Jesus-Joseph-Husband-Of-Mary!!!  Terry pressed
his wet tongue firmly against my hole and rubbing it circularly all on the
hole and I was the one now having involuntary like spasms of pure ecstasy.

	It seemed to me that I just discovered that the asshole apparently
has a secret design other than what I had always thought it was for, that
was so sublime that I might just as well have lived my entire life being
completely ignorant to this fact.  It would seem that in addition to its
obvious elimination function, it also had the purpose designed, or so it
intentionally seemed to be licked and lapped at by tongues like dogs lap at
water from a bowl.  That this one particular dime-sized member of my
anatomy when touched by a tongue, as Terry was now doing, demonstrated its
remarkable ability to respond to such licking by sending more pleasure
signals to my brain than any other spot on my body by many exponential
factors.

	There was no doubt that whatever little part of my juvenile mind I
had been clinging to, broke free.  My mind was blown, as surely as a
fifteen amp fuse goes with a very loud pop and lots of smoke that might as
well have come out of my ears to dance lazily around my brain that once
was.

	Oh God, please don't stop - I thought to myself and immediately
started licking away at terry's hole with the same enthusiasm I would have,
I supposed, if I'd figured out a way to lick my own hole, having discovered
the little secret about the asshole and keeping it very stingily just to
myself, to lick away at obsessively, on rainy days, or any chance I could
get to do so in top secret.

	I wondered to myself if now I will be forever obsessed.  Too young
I thought for a lad to become obsessed with assholes.  Oh I could imagine
my dad saying to me, 'I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later son,
but at your age you shouldn't be obsessed with assholes- you should be more
positive.'  I could just see myself being compelled by insane and desperate
impulses to have my hole licked, at times when Terry wasn't around, and out
of addiction to the pleasure as surely as a crack-head for cocaine - Yes, I
could see myself asking another boy at school in the john a secret question
but instead of it being, 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,' it
would be 'I'll lick your asshole if you'll lick mine.'

	Oh the pleasure.  I hadn't imagined that the well of pleasurable
sensations of sexual inebriation could go any deeper and yet that is
exactly what happened next.

	What Terry did next, he must have done by sudden compulsion because
it caught me totally by surprise.  This was something I definitely hadn't
expected at all.  I was, in that instant, when he did what he did, both
stunned and also rapturously pleased.

	What Terry did is he stuck his tongue inside my hole.  It felt so
good, that without thinking (I was really beyond that now) I immediately
responded in kind, sticking my tongue right up his little hole.  It was as
though I didn't do it, but really it was Terry sticking his own tongue into
his own asshole, but using my brain to do it.

	The first thing I noticed was his hole was tight and hot, but it
didn't really taste bad, I guess another little secret - assholes don't
always taste bad - who would have figured?  Hey - maybe paradise is inside
your asshole!!  That certainly would have been the last place I would have
thought to look!  It certainly seemed to me at the moment, not such a
ridiculous idea - this DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU'D HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU thing
could sure take you places and give you experiences definitely beyond my
imagination.

	A couple minutes later we were both basically tongue fucking one
another and just having a gay old time doing it.  I didn't want this to end
- that's how much fun I was having.  You'd think - well, I guess here's
another secret - that getting together with a friend and doing a little
mutual tongue fucking is just about the most fun thing in the world to do -
better than Disneyland, and just think of all the money you'd save.

	We both did that for a few minutes and my tongue was getting tired,
and apparently so was Terry's.  We both stopped licking, and took a bit of
a break to rest for a few moments, although that was kind of hard for me
since Terry awhile ago had shifted his position so he was more or less
squatting over my face as though he were going to use my face for a seat
cushion.  It was obvious he was trying to allow me maximum penetration.  So
I pushed him over, and Terry and I got into a kind of side-by-side
sixty-nine position.

	I was just lying there with my eyes closed resting, and wondering
what we were going to try next, when I felt Terry's greased up finger touch
my hole, and then start to press through.  At first I wasn't sure if I
liked that feeling and I started to say, "What are you - "

	"Just relax," Terry said to me, and he swatted my buns; slapped
them playfully with his palm several times like he was play-spanking me.
"Relax, relax, relax," he repeated and as I did I felt Terry's finger slide
all the way in my hole.

	I was going to protest because I still wasn't sure I liked this
feeling, but just before I did, he touched something that was like inside
of me because oh it felt so good.  It was just for a split second, almost
like it didn't happen.  Right when I was about to say something, just as he
had his finger all the way up into me, I felt it, and my unspoken words
just fell apart in my brain as flashes of red-gold pleasure shot like
lightning bolts through my senses.

	Terry slowly pulled his finger back out, and then pushed it all the
way in again kind of quick and once again when it got way up inside, it
felt like he touched something and there was that pleasure again - just for
a second and then it was gone again, but it made my dick throb and I felt
like I was going to have an instant orgasm, without rubbing it or nothing.

	'Faster," I pleaded.

	"Do me too," Terry said and threw the hand lotion at me almost
hitting me in the head.  I was going to grease up my index finger, but
thought better of it, and greased up my middle finger instead, I figured it
would get deeper penetration and I had a sense that that's where that thing
is that feels so good, besides that, it just seemed fitting to use the fuck
finger if your going to finger fuck someone.

	I pressed my lubed up middle finger against Terry's hole and
started pressing in - I was surprised by how hard I had to press, harder
than I expected.  Terry's hole was pretty tight.  I forced my finger in a
little, and I could feel Terry's ass muscles literally squeezing my finger
like an infant will squeeze your finger when they grab it with a lot more
strength than you'd expect.  I pulled my finger back out and slapped Terry
on the ass a few times like he did me, telling him to relax his damn hole.

	I pushed in again and this time I could tell he was a lot more
relaxed and it slid in much easier.  I pushed my finger all the way up his
hole as far as I could, and as soon as I got it all the way up there I
heard Terry let out a little whimper.

	It was weird having my finger up someone's asshole - I'd never even
had my finger up my own hole let alone someone else's.  A finger was in my
hole, right at the moment, it just wasn't my finger.  I had this thought
flash through my mind; what if my mom asks me what I did today with my new
friend Terry?  Will it show on my face?  Will she know? You know like
mother's intuition?  Oh well, too late now to worry about that.  I could
just hear myself saying, 'Today mom I discovered the secret inner pleasures
of the asshole, and how come they haven't taught us this in school?'  Or
were they going to get round to it later?

	I pulled my finger slowly out - wow the suction was amazing, I
never had any idea the asshole was so strong.  I then pushed in quickly
again trying to replicate Terry's motions.  I was trying to see if I could
feel whatever it was deep inside there, and make Terry feel it too;
something I didn't even know was there before, that felt even better than
rubbing my dick itself.  Way better - like, ten times better.

	When I pushed it all the way up, quickly, Terry let out another
squeal, a little louder.  I noticed at the same moment, his dick, which had
been softening a bit, instantly got fully hard again in like one magical
jolt.

	"Did you feel it?"  I asked.

	"Yea I felt it! Keep doing it."

	"Is it something deep inside?" I asked

	"Yup," Terry said, and then he touched it in me again, and I
squealed softly.  I suddenly remembered a line from a Sid & Marty Croft
show I used to watch when I was younger that went, "...There was something
deep inside the hat what could that something be?"  All they needed was to
replace hat with asshole - "There was something deep inside the asshole
what could that something be."  Well, I guess I was finding out.

	"Faster," I cried.

	We both started finger fucking each other in staccato rhythm.  If
you think that ass licking is great-- wait till you try finger- fucking -
but don't try this at home folks by yourself-- not unless you're an expert.

	I was having loads of fun, but Terry took it to a new level.

	"Put two inside of me," he said.

	I had to work it a bit, but I managed to stick a second finger in
there, while Terry shifted and squirmed a little bit.  He was a little
looser now, and his hole made room for my second finger easier than I
thought.  After a minute, he actually seemed to be enjoying it much more.

	Terry started to work a second finger into my hole, and it kind of
hurt just a little bit at first, and I started to say, "I don't know-"

	"Trust me-- It may be a little uncomfortable at start, but its
going to make you feel so much more."

	I let him wiggle it in, with no more protest, but soon it seemed my
asshole wouldn't stretch that wide, so I was about to say something but the
words stopped dead in the air, for it was at that moment that Terry got
both fingers all the way up into me and with a sharp little push, I felt
him touch it again, but a lot better.  "

	"Oh" I whimpered.  Terry, now seeing I was used to it, started
pumping me hard with his fingers making the feeling come on, every second.
I did the same to Terry, and for a minute or so, we were both lost in what
felt to me like an immanent orgasm, but not from the dick.

	Can your asshole have an orgasm of its own? I wondered to myself,
will I shoot cum right out of my hole? I didn't know but that's what it
felt like.  What was it in there?? A magic bean??  This was definitely not
my imagination, there was something in there, I could feel it inside of
Terry, kind of hard, way in the back.

	Terry and I both are moaning, "faster, faster..." and really
working each other now, for what I was sure would be, like I said, an
immanent orgasm, but it never came.  After a couple of minutes of frenzied
finger fucking, we both started to tire.  We both stopped to take a bit of
a rest.

	"Damn, " I said out of breath, "It felt like I was gonna-"

	"Cum?" asked Terry.

	"Yea, but not from my dick."

	"I know," Terry said.

	"Seemed like, -I was almost there."

	"I know, you can't make it come by finger fucking it-- you can do
it all day long and you'll think your right on the edge, but you'll never
come."

	"So you can make it come?" I asked astonished, thinking maybe it
was just an illusion.

	"Oh yea, I can make it come."

	"You mean, you know how.  Can you do it to me?"

	"Yes, but you're going to have to trust me, ok?"

	I was so excited, I had no way even to imagine what it would be
like, but the feeling hinted at something much more powerful than any
orgasm I had yet felt from my dick.

	Terry rolled me over onto my back.  I just closed my eyes in
anticipation of whatever it was he was going to do.  I felt him lift my
legs up and rest them on his shoulders, but I guess that was impeding his
movements 'cause then he said, "Grab your ankles with both hands and hold
your legs up as high as you can."

	"Thanks for doing this," I said, "You know showing me."

	"No problem," he said.  I then felt him grease my hole up real good
some more with the hand lotion, and I felt him stick two fingers in again
at once, and push them all the way up.  Then he wiggled his fingers around
while they were deep inside of me, and oh my God!!!

	"Feels good don't it?"  Terry said.

	I was almost speechless. "Yes, " I managed to gasp out.

	"This is nothing wait till I make it cum."

	I could hardly wait.  I felt Terry's finger's retreat.  My eyes
were still closed, as I held on to my ankles.  "Higher, " said Terry, and
pushed my legs up a bit higher and I held them there.  I then heard Terry
shift around a bit.  I felt him grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart
wide.  And then I felt pressure on my hole again.

	"Listen Dereck, this may feel really uncomfortable at the start,
but trust me, just grin and bear it, and it'll be well worth it-- Ok?"

	"Yes, yes, ok," I said.

	I felt that pressure at my hole increase into a dull kind of a
pain.

	"Alright?" Terry asked.

	"Yup,"

	I felt the pressure increase more, and more, and it got more and
more uncomfortable, but I stayed with it.  Suddenly the dull pain became a
sharp pain, as I felt something large break through my hole.

	"Aahhhhh" I cried.

	"Just bear it Dereck, its really not that bad."  Terry said.

	I felt that large something whatever it was push in a little
farther, and the pain increased.

	"Damn- it hurts Terry! What are you doing?" I asked as I opened up
my eyes, and lifted my head up to see what the hell he was doing.  And
that's when I saw what Terry was trying to do.  He was trying to stick his
dick into me!

	"You're trying to fuck me?" I asked.

	Just at that moment Terry pushed his cock into me just a little
farther and I winced as a sharp pain shot out through my whole body.

	"Jesus Christ Terry!  Your cock's too big to fit into my asshole--
What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?"

	"Trust me Dereck, it will fit, and the pain goes away quickly,
trust me-- and I'll make it cum."

	I was panting hard.  This one would be hard to explain to mom. I
could just hear her saying to me, "So, I heard you and your new friend
Terry have had a little falling out?  What about honey?' And I'd say, 'Oh,
nothing serious I guess, its just that he stuck his cock in my ass and when
I asked him to pull it out, he wouldn't.' and then she'd say, "Well, honey,
I'm sure he had a perfectly good reason-- You know you're never going to be
able to keep a friend if you don't learn to be a little more forgiving."

	"I'll hold it here, till you get used to it."  Terry said.

	"No, pull it out, please, pull it out, it hurts." I said.

	"Just wait, ok, just a few seconds."

	I waited and the pain finally subsided.

	"Still hurts?"

	"No, " which was true, but, I felt full, like I had a giant crap I
had to take.

	"Ok, now relax, ok??  Relax.  Push out like you going to the
bathroom."

	I pushed out, and I felt Terry push in some more.  "Shit, Terry,
Stop-- Pull it out God-Damn it!"

	Terry pulled out of me, and after a moment or so the pain went
away.

	"I'll let you rest a minute.  Trust me Dereck-- if you want to feel
what its like for it to orgasm, this is the only way."

	"Wait-- " I said, "I don't know, I think your dick's too big,
really, I'm serious Terry.  Every time you push in a little, it starts to
hurt again."

	Terry smiled at me, "Your such a chicken-- I told you to trust me.
Terry then lubed up my dick, and masturbated me back to full hardness
again. "Are you mad at me?"

	"No," I said.

	"After jacking it for a minute, he got on top of me, kind of
squatting over me, while facing me.  I watched in utter amazement as my
friend Terry sat on my fully erect dick, and slide all 5 & 1/2 inches
slowly, but steadily all the way up into him.  I could see this intense
look on his face like he was hurting a bit.  My cock was a little bigger
than his, and I didn't want to be hurting him.

	"Dude, are you ok?" I asked.

	"Its really not so bad as you think Dereck, it really isn't, and it
doesn't last long.  I think, if you just take it all at once like this. But
stopping and going and stopping, makes the pain last longer.  See, its
already fading," Terry said.

	"How does your dick feel in my ass?"

	"Awesome."  And it was true- his ass muscles were squeezing so damn
hard on my dick it was amazing.  I felt it as Terry started to slowly fuck
himself now.

	"Ohh yeaaa, " Terry started to moan. "Yeaaaaa,"

	After a few moments I could tell Terry wasn't faking it, he really
was enjoying this.

	Terry leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Open your mouth," and
when I did, he pressed his open mouth to my own, and I had my first French
kiss.  We held onto the kiss, as Terry rocked up and down on my cock, and
my pelvis would rise to meet his thrusts.

	It was a real gentle fuck, Terry mostly in full control.  I could
see by his face, his eyes, and the sounds of his moans that he was
genuinely experiencing more pleasure than I thought possible.

	"You can come if you want," Terry said, "Or, you could save it, and
let me fuck you - But if you don't want to-- that's cool, just tell me if
you want to come-- its ok."

	It was true, I wanted to come, but at the same time, I was feeling
kind of envious of what Terry was feeling-- I thought to myself, that I
might just let him-- you know-- fuck me."

	"What about you, do you want to cum?" I asked.

	Terry pointed down to his dick, "Already have been, take a look." I
looked down at Terry's dick, and although it wasn't fully hard, I saw an
amazing thing. There was a constant little tiny stream of cum, just
dribbling out of his dick.  We continued to fuck for about another five
minutes, and the whole time I watched that stream of cum, coming out of his
dick, and landing on my abdomen, in a nice little pool that had collected
there.  So, it was true.  You could come cum without even touching
yourself, and it didn't appear to stop after a few seconds either.  I was
at the threshold of saying, "do it," but I was still afraid of the pain.

	And, almost as if Terry had heard my thoughts by ESP or something
he said at that very moment, "but-- if you did want me to fuck you, it
would be best to let me do it now, because it won't hurt."

	"What?" I asked.

	"You're already dilated, it hurts when you first penetrate-- you've
already been penetrated, so it won't hurt at all if I fuck you now."

	"You're not lying are you?"

	"Dereck.  You're going to have to trust me. "

	"Ok, " I said, "I trust you.  I want you to fuck me."

	"Are you sure?"

	"Yea, I'm sure."

	Terry pulled my dick out of his ass.  He leaned down and kissed me
again. "You won't regret this-- I promise."  He then sat up and said, "Ok,
there's two ways we can do this-- You can sit on it, like I just did, where
your in total control-- that might be the way for you-- only thing is like
I said, You need to resist the urge once you get it in, to stop or pull it
out, just slide it all the way in-- the sooner it touches you there-- the
sooner you'll feel the pleasure.  Its best to start the fucking motion, as
soon as you can, 'cause that's what gets it to orgasm.  Or, you can totally
trust me, and let me do it."

	I thought about it, "I want you to do it."

	"Your sure?"

	"Yea, I trust you." I said, "You said it won't hurt and I believe
you."

	"Ok, "he said, "Lift your legs up again like before."

	He lubed his cock and got it fully hard, and I closed my eyes, and
held on to my ankles.  I felt his dick-head press against my hole again,
but this time it didn't hurt-- it felt kind of good.

	"Now remember, push while I push, ok, like you're taking a crap."

	I nodded.  I felt him pushing in, so I pushed real hard like I had
to go to the bathroom.  "You're gonna feel full, but its not going to hurt,
you'll get used to it."

	I nodded again, and I kept pushing like I was going to the bathroom
and I felt Terry's cock enter me.  I felt it slide in deeper, slowly, but
surely, and he was right, so far it didn't hurt, although I did feel
bloated.

	"Keep pushing," Terry said.  I felt all five inches go up into me,
and then Terry got on top of me, to push in just a little farther as he
kissed me on the mouth, and when he pushed just that little bit farther-- I
felt it-- more intense by far than with the fingers.

	"Oooohhhhhhhhhh," I moaned.

	"Yea baby, told ya," Terry said as he kissed me again.  He then
broke the kiss, and like he was doing push ups, he started slowly fucking
me.

	"Ahhhh, yea, oh fuck me, yes." I moaned.

	"Feels good don't it?"

	"Yea, fuck me harder." I said hardly believing my own ears.

	Terry obliged, and soon he was fucking me hard and fast and I loved
it.  Cum was dribbling out of my softening dick, and each drop, was more
pleasurable than any normal ejaculation-- I could feel each little drop as
it traveled from deep within my ass, all the way to my dick, and out. And
each thrust would produce more magical cum from deep within me.

	I could be fucked like this for an hour-- I felt no need to
masturbate at all.

	"Ahhhh, I'm gonna cum..." Terry said, and pulled his cock out of my
ass slowly.

	He jacked himself over my chest, and I don't know why I did this,
but I told him, "Don't cum yet.  Do it over my face."

	"Yea!!" he responded, "Hot!!"

	He jacked his dick over my face, and I opened wide.  I had started
furiously jacking myself at the same time.  Another few seconds, and Terry
shot several squirts right into my mouth.  It was hot and salty.  I held it
in my mouth, until I reached my own orgasm, and at that sweet moment, I
swallowed his cum.

	...


	After that, every day after school, Terry and I sucked and fucked
and ass-licked each other, and had the best time of our lives.  We did that
for about six weeks, and then the activity started to die down, as we
became more and more interested in girls.  After that, we would often still
do mutual jacking and stuff, and even had an occasion to suck and fuck each
other every so often.  Just before I started high school, Terry's dad had
to sell the house to move to another city for his job, and so we hardly saw
each other after that except during the summer when he would come to visit
for a week, and during that whole week we'd suck and fuck our brains out.
Those visits continued through my junior year, and after that, I would
still talk to him on the phone and stuff, but mostly lost all contact after
I graduated from high school.

The End.