Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2005 10:16:58 +0100 (BST)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My New Friend

A story about the new friendship of two boys. They share a class
at school and arrange to meet up one Saturday and spend time
together. Names are not necessary - they are just two boys whose
friendship grows the more they learn about each other. Please
tell me if you like this tale, it makes my effort worthwhile.
Roy.


                          My New Friend


The first thing I noticed was his jeans. Wrangler stonewashed,
fairly tight fitting around his ass, with turn-ups and just
enough bulge at the front to show his dormant equipment. A
Levi's jacket the same shade of faded blue over a white t-shirt
completed his outfit. Wow! I felt myself stiffen downstairs in
appreciation.
"Hi!" he said as he approached.
"Hi!" I replied.
We had arranged to meet here, today, for us to spend the day
together looking round the shops for computer games, then back
to play some on my computer equipment at my house. I hoped we
could play with my other equipment, too, as it was now fully
(and painfully) erect in my Levi's.
I had to lead him around as he'd only moved to our town last
month, and wasn't aware of the better hidden-away shops that
give far better value and stock a wider range than the high
street stores. I let him walk in front in the shops, though, to
watch that cute jean-clad ass that fuelled my desires for him.
We bought four games between us, and then headed home. I live
just out of the town, about a mile walk across the fields from
the bus terminus, and so after the bus ride and walking for ten
minutes along the main road we came to the gateway where I said
"This way, it saves half a mile's walk."
We followed the footpath alongside a hedge for a while, and into
the next field where the path turned right and we were well
hidden from the roads and houses. I was well hard again, and I
was sure he kept glancing down there as I touched it
occasionally to adjust its position.
"You seem to be having a little trouble there!" he said, as I
had to move it again. "Do you want a piss, 'cos I do - lets have
one here!" and he unzipped and pulled his out and began pissing
in the hedge. I wasn't going to waste an opportunity like that,
and saying "Yes, I do!" I unbuttoned and fished out my own.
He must have wondered why I wasn't pissing, and looked round at
me. I wasn't because you can't when it's so hard, demanding
relief of another kind.
"God, that's huge!" he exclaimed when he saw it. He wasn't wrong
either, seven and a quarter inches hard at age 14 isn't bad, I
knew, and as he stared I looked down at his to compare. In his
fingers, even as he pissed, it was growing, the arc of pee
getting higher up the hedge. He finished the piss, shook it a
few times then slid his fingers up and down his thickening
shaft.
Go for broke. "D'you want to hold it?" I asked.
"Wow, yeah!" and releasing his own, he took mine in his palm and
slid the skin to and fro. "I can only just get my hand around
it!" he said, as it swelled and hardened even more under his
touch.
"Just keep doing that!" I begged, as I took his in my left hand
and copied his movements. "Yeah!" he sighed, "an' you do that!"
we stood there wanking each other for a couple of minutes till I
came, shooting cum high in the hedgerow. He pulled my skin back
tight as I shot, just like I do, and watched in awe as seven
thick ropes of cum flew onto the hedge. He let go as I finished,
I moved, bent forward slightly and swapped to my right hand on
him, my left moving behind and roaming over that tight jeans
ass. Sexy though those jeans were, I couldn't wait to get him
naked and into my bed. And I knew now it was going to happen.

He arched his back forward as he came, pumping six respectable
ropes onto the hedge next to mine.
"Wow!" he said, catching his breath, "That was good!"
"I know" I said. "So was mine!"
We zipped and buttoned up, and continued walking. The subject
matter of our conversation had changed, though.
"So how big is yours? It looks huge!"
"Seven and a quarter inches. Yours?"
"Just over six, rock hard. But seven and a quarter?"
"Yes. Did you like holding it?"
"Oh yeah. And you shot so much!"
"You didn't do too badly yourself!"
"Seein' you so big an' shootin' so much did that. What got you
so hard anyway?"
"Watching you in those tight jeans all morning!"
He grinned. Then I knew he'd worn them deliberately. He was like
me. This was going to be a good friendship.

We reached my house and I let us in. the house was quiet, empty.
"My folks are away for the weekend." I explained.
"Cool!" he said.
We climbed the stairs to my room, a loft conversion that gave me
a huge room almost the size of the house, with windows facing
all four directions. "Wow!" he said, looking around, taking it
all in.
I don't shout about my family's wealth, but we aren't poor. This
three bedroomed house (plus my loft room) with a long driveway
to the lane tells you that. My room is the biggest, I have a
double bed, shower unit in one corner, table and two chairs,
writing desk and computer table with a full outfit on, monitor,
keyboard, scanner and printer. A 22" T.V. and quadraphonic sound
system just about complete it. Oh, and a corner wardrobe and
chest of drawers for my clothes.
What I like, though is that it's so private. I can stand naked
in the middle of the room, and even with four windows no-one can
see me. Unless the farmer or one of his workers is working in
the field surrounding the house, and I've only been caught once,
just after it was finished and I moved up here, three years ago.
I had to be wanking, didn't I, to some video on the internet of
two boys tossing each other off, when I noticed the tractor,
stationary, with the farmer's son standing the other side of it,
watching me and wanking off too. I couldn't see it, but I
recognised the arm movements. He's five years older than me and
I know he's shagging some girl from the next village, so he
wouldn't be interested in me or the things that turn me on,
anyway.

"D'you want to play around some more, or just play the computer
games?" I ask as he takes off the jean jacket and  hangs it over
a chair.
"Let's play around!" he says, a grin spreading his face wide.
"Strip off then, no-one can see us!" I say as I quickly undress.
He has a little trouble peeling off the Wranglers, but he's soon
as naked as me and we're lying side by side on the bed. We watch
each others cocks stretch to full erection, bobbing gently with
our heartbeats. He sits up to closely admire my colossus. It has
a slight upward curve, and the shaft stands at about 45 degrees
to my body pointing to a spot over my head.
"That's awesome!" he says, "Can I hold it again?"
"That's why we're naked!" I say. "Shame it won't pleasure any
girl!" I add, as his fingers wrap round it again.
"Why not?" he asks as he slides his hand up and down it.
"Cos I only like boys." I say, and watch for his reaction. This
is the part I've been dreading, where he'll call me names and
leave, and tell everyone at school on Monday that I'm gay.
"So do I." He says simply and watches himself wanking me. He
doesn't even look up at my face.
"Got any lube?" he asks suddenly.
"Why?" I ask in return.
"I want to sit on it."
Just like that. His dreams are wilder than mine.
"It won't fit, it'll hurt too much." I warn
"You'd be surprised what I can get up there" he states, openly.
Wow! That I gotta hear - sometime.
"There's some Vaseline over there -" I say, pointing to where I
keep a few medicines and deodorants and stuff. He climbs off the
bed and gets it, takes a scoop with two fingers and plasters my
cock with it. He rubs it well in, which feels fantastic. He
takes another scoop and, reaching round, wipes it over, and in,
his ass.
He climbs back on the bed, and kneels astride me. Then he
crouches and he holds my arms to steady himself and lowers onto
me. He has to take a hand to position me just right, nearly
falling over as he does, then all is lined up and he lowers.
He grabs my arms tight and I see the pain in his face as the
weight of his body impales him on me. He tries to relax as the
thick shaft stretches him, but it hurts. He screams loud. He
bounces his weight down and it slides in as he screams and I see
the tears flooding his face. I know how much it hurts when I've
been constipated and have to pass a huge turd, but this must be
ten times worse. He sits there, waiting for his body to get used
to the huge shaft inside him and I notice his cock is hard and
throbbing so it can't be that bad.
Gradually his body accepts the intrusion and he lifts and drops,
starting his movements slowly at first, but building up speed
and distance with every stroke. I'm going to cum far too soon
for him if this carries on, so I think of my Grandmother's old
wizened face and the moment passes. Soon he's fucking himself
hard on me, the bed's creaking and groaning from his bouncing
and his screams change from pain to pleasure. I get into the
rhythm and lift my hips to meet his downstroke every time. His
eyes are closed and he's lost in a world of self-pleasure. His
cock spurts and cum splatters my face, I swirl my tongue and
lick up what I can. I watch him shoot, five strong blasts
followed by two slow ones, and I cum. How I didn't blast him off
my cock I don't know, but I've never cum that hard before.
He sits on me, stretching my skin as the last spurts fill him
up, and he rests. I don't think that grin will ever leave his
face.
"That was - fantastic!" he says.
"Yeah, fantastic!" I agree.

We stare at each others grinning faces for a couple of minutes
while my cock withers inside him. He lifts off me and stands by
the bed and my cum runs from his stretched hole and down his
legs.
"You better take a shower!" I say, and get up to turn it on. He
walks over, holding most of it in with two fingers under his
ass, then steps in and standing legs apart, allows it to run
out. I stand at the shower door watching him.
"You done that before?" I ask.
"Never." He says. "But I've used a huge rubber one someone got
for my sister as a joke." He adds. "I stole it from her room
last year, it's nearly as big as you are, it took me weeks to
get it up without hurting much."
"My one hurt you," I said, "You screamed. Why did you do it?"
he stopped washing himself for a minute and looked at me.
"Because I knew if I could take yours, others would be easy!" he
said in spontaneous honesty.
"There'll be others?"
"I hope so. Lots."
Here was a boy who knew just what he wanted - to be a bottom, a
'taker'. And I thought I was the gay one here!
"Does that shock you?" he asked, realising the silence meant I
was thinking.
"Yes, it does." I say. "How do you know you want lots."
He stepped out of the shower and held my cock again. It was half-
hard anyway and he helped it swell more.
"Because its what I dream of, being laid by every cute boy in
the world!" he stared in my face and said. "I get off imagining
some pretty boy sweating away on top of me, and watching his
face as he cums inside me."
"Don't you ever want to be the - er - giver?" I asked, a bit
confused.
"Are you offering?" he asked, putting me right on the spot.
"Er - I suppose so." I reply.
"Get showered then," he said, "You're still all sweaty and cum-
covered, an' I want you all clean and sweet!"

I showered quickly, trying to work out what I let myself in for.
I dried myself off as he stood watching me, his erection already
hard with a bead of pre-cum on the tip.
I assume we're going to do it the same way, but no.
"Lie on your back," he instructs, "and put your legs on my
shoulders."
I do as I am instructed as he kneels at my behind. He has
already Vaselined his cock, and applies two fingerfuls to my
ass, including slipping a finger, then two, inside.
He falls forward onto his hands and licks the crown of my hard
cock, then looks up at my face.
"That's some awesome tool, my friend. You know I'm going to want
more of it, don't you!"
it swells at my thought of rutting with him again and a bead of
pre-cum forms at the slit, runs off and drips on my belly.
"Awesome!" he says, and takes as much of it as he can in his
mouth. After a minute or so he lifts off, grinning, crawls
forward on his knees and, holding his cock with one hand, pushes
the tip through my ass ring. Back on two hands either side of
me, he watches my face as he slides it all the way in. Yes, it
hurt, but nothing like the pain he must have felt when he sat on
mine. I pulled a pained face and moaned "Aieee!" as he first
stretched me, then waited for me to feel comfortable. I smiled
at him, more at my delight at losing my own virginity than to
tell him I was O.K, but he took it for that and pulled and
pushed, in and out. He watched me for a while, seeing my
enjoyment at his actions, then instinct kicked in and he was
fucking me like a rabbit. God knows what he was thinking about
to hold himself back, but he just kept it up for ages. Sweat
poured from him at the exertion, ran down his forehead and face
and dripped on my skin. He just kept fucking, watching and
grinning. Then he was close, he screwed his eyes up and speeded
up the thrusting, rocking the bed so much the headboard was
banging the wall behind it. The grin disappeared as his mouth
pulled tight, his teeth clenched. He thrust in me one last time,
actually sliding my body on the bedsheet, arched his back to get
maximum depth, and shouted "Uuurrrrrrrrrrrgh!" through his
closed teeth as he shot his gallons. I felt it fill my gut, felt
the cock expand in my ass as it pumped me full. He collapsed
onto me, gasping for breath, his body's sweat running like
rivers from him.
How I didn't cum myself I don't know, it was the most erotic
sight I've ever watched, and a feeling so sexual I'm amazed I've
never imagined how good it could feel. If he wants more of my
cock, we'll have to trade, 'cos I certainly want more of his.
Eventually, rested somewhat, he sat back on his knees.
"Another shower, I think!" I said.
"I haven't finished." He said in a matter-of-fact way and,
shimmying back a little on his knees, leant right forward and
took my cock in his mouth again. It only took three bobs up and
down and two licks with his tongue and I was shooting my cum
down his throat. He sucked, and swallowed, every drop I could
produce, and there was plenty, holding on tight as I thrashed
about on the bed in my ecstasy. He sat back, licked his lips and
said "Now we can clean up!"
And the grin came back!