Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 21:53:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Donny Dickson <bi95621@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nicky, Mark, and me

Once again, thank you to all of you who take the time to read my stories,
and especially to those of you who are kind enough to share your
enthusiasm. I welcome comments and suggestions.

All of the standard disclaimers apply. If you are too young (based upon age
or moralistic restriction in your community), too easily offended, or are
painfully illiterate (which means you can't read this, anyway), then you
need to be elsewhere.

But, if you decide that this is where you want to be, then by all means...

-Donny


"Mmmm... this feels good..." I sighed.

"Shhh!" hissed Nicky. "We don't want Mark to come in here!"

True. Having Nicky's 16 year-old brother walk in on us at that moment would
not be good. I didn't think he'd be too cool with finding his 12 year-old
brother lying naked with me, holding my 11 year-old dick in his hands. But,
in all fairness, my hands were eagerly playing with Nicky's dick and balls
at that moment, too.

Nicky's mom and dad had gone to the drive-in, leaving his big brother in
charge. In our favor, leaving Mark in charge pretty much guaranteed that we
weren't to bother him, and in turn, he'd leave us alone unless we were
making too much noise or breaking something. Well, we were being careful to
keep quiet because we very much wanted to be left alone.

We were in Nicky's twin bed, snuggled under the covers with our underwear
pushed down to the foot of the bed. The only illumination in the room came
from the faint sliver of light that crept in under his bedroom door. Even
in the shadows I could make out the shape of my friend; about my height,
but heavier.  (Hell, I was such a skinny runt that everyone was heavier
than me.) Nicky had a crew-cut of white-blonde hair, and was only starting
to sprout some pubic hair. But, you had to feel for it because what little
pubic hair he possessed was as blonde as the short hair on his hea and
could not yet be seen by even a minimal distance.

And, I was happily feeling for it, running my hands all over Nicky's
slightly larger erection and fondling his larger testicles while he
courteously stroked my dick. I could tell that he didn't possess the same
enthusiasm for cockplay as I did, unless you count his appreciation for the
attention devoted to his member. And I knew that my willingness to satisfy
his sexual urges was one of the few reasons he even had me sleep over at
his place. But, I didn't let that stop me from finding pleasure in the
handling of his meat.

I'd recently had an "introduction", of sorts, to seeing what someone could
do with a man's dick with their mouth. While spending the night with my
Uncle Jerry a couple weeks before, while I watched in secret, I was treated
to a visual display of the intensity and unabashed pleasure that my uncle
had obviously enjoyed having another man suck on his cock. From that moment
on, I had a yearning that I needed to satisfy. With who was my only
question.

I guess it was time to find out.

"I... heard that sucking on it feels even better than playing with it." I
ventured.

In the darkness, I could feel a slight jerk of revulsion in Nicky's body.

"Put a dick in your mouth?" he croaked.

"Well, " I countered, my heart pounding with anxiety, "I think adults do it
all the time."

"Well, I'm not gonna do it!" Nicky hissed. "That's homo stuff!"

"Yeah." I sighed disappointedly, while still playing with Nicky's dick. "I
guess it is."

As I stroked his shaft in a steadier, milking rhythm, I could sense Nicky's
breaths getting quicker. His manipulations of my dick began to falter as I
could feel his body tense beside me. His hips rocked slightly in time with
my pumping of his cock, and I cradled his balls tenderly in my other
hand. When any attentions to my own dick has completely ebbed, I knew what
was about to happen, so I picked up the pace just a bit more while lending
a touch more pressure in my grip. Finally, Nicky's breath caught in his
throat, and he turned his face fully into his pillow to stifle the moans
that broke free as his cock pulsed and throbbed in a dry orgasm within my
hands. I continued to massage him and didn't release him from my grasp
until his member had gone fully soft.

"Man," sighed Nicky dreamily after finally catching his breath. "You are so
good at that, Donny."

At least I had something to be proud of, I guess, as my friend gently
withdrew himself from me and rolled onto his back.

Even though I was only eleven, the irony of Nicky's words and actions were
not lost on me. My sucking on him would have been a "homo" thing, but
beating him off was okay.  Go figure. Within the few moments I had spent
mulling over the irony of the thoughts, Nicky had drifted off to sleep. I
slipped out from under the covers and down to the cool floor so I could
masturbate without shaking the bed. As I toyed with my own dick, I imagined
Nicky's cock in my mouth, wondering if the chance would ever really
come. Finally, my own climax washed over me, and I got back into the bed.

I don't sleep real well to begin with, and even worse when I'm not in my
own bed. And now, with the thoughts of a dick so close to me, as well as
the vivid memories of secretly seeing man-to-man cocksucking pleasure
floating through my prepubescent, sex-filled brain, I was not about to fall
asleep anytime soon. Lying awake until around 11:30, I finally decided that
I needed to do something to satisfy my hungers, or I'd never be able to let
it rest. The trick was in finding the guts to follow through.

I knew that whenever Nicky fell asleep, he pretty much stayed asleep. So,
since he was sleeping soundly, lying on his back, I took a deep breath and
gingerly ducked my head under the covers and scooted down as much as I
could to the foot of the bed. That put my head right at Nicky's hip
level. I raised my head and upper body to help create a tent over his
crotch. Sniffing around, I found the faint scent of young penis flesh. I
inhaled deeply, both in the love of the scent, and in an attempt to slow my
pounding heart. I opened my mouth wide over the area where I sensed Nicky's
dick to be, and lowered my mouth squarely over his soft cock and balls
until I could feel his sparse pubic hairs tickling my cheek. I finally had
a dick in my mouth! I just wasn't sure what I'd do if Nicky woke to find
his "homo" friend in this situation.

I remained like that for a long moment, partially in fear of trying
anything more, and partly to savor the moment. I carefully let my tongue
start to explore his tender penile flesh, enjoying the texture. Then came
the excitement that welled within me as his cock began to respond to my
attentions and harden in my warm and wet mouth! Butterflies seemed to
explode in my stomach and drown out my heartbeat as I felt his dick get to
its full size in my mouth. Concentrating in that dark environment, I found
myself beginning to identify the shape of his member by taste. The shaft
actually seemed to taste different than the head, and the thin skin of his
scrotum seemed to harbor another distinct flavor.

I started to softly suck on Nicky's dick, becoming fascinated at how it
just seemed to, well, 'fit' in my mouth... how the head lent itself to the
back of my tongue, and how the shaft rested between my tongue and the roof
of my mouth. My excitement was so great that my own recently satisfied dick
was responding again, inviting me to play. I was sucking a cock, and I was
in heaven!

However, within seconds, Nicky seemed to get restless. In fear, I quickly
pulled my mouth away from Nicky's candy stick and held still. The covers
rustled, and pulled back.

"Whatcha doin'?" mumbled Nicky.

"I... uh... was trying to find my shorts down here," I lied, starting to
fumble near our feet. Well, partial lie, because it was a good idea to do
so, anyway, and now was as good a time as any.

"Oh, yeah," said Nicky. "Get mine, too, willya?"

"S-sure" I stammered, relieved.

I located the two items of clothing and scooted back up towards the head of
the bed. Thankfully, our underwear were pretty easy to distinguish since
Nicky wore boxers, and I wore briefs. We both fumbled to put them on in the
dark, and then settled back into the bed. I lay stiffly on my back, still
harboring some fear that my friend discovered more than he let on, but
Nicky simply rolled onto his side, facing away from me, and promptly went
back to sleep.

And, here I was again, so close to my fantasies, yet still so far.

And very much awake.

After hearing the clock in the hallway chime midnight, I finally got up to
go to the bathroom. Figuring it was late enough not to be an issue, and
since even if Nicky's parents were home that they would be in their own
bedroom downstairs, I didn't bother to slip on my pants for the short trip
down the hall. I walked softly to the bedroom door, and then stepped out
into the hallway, illuminated dimly by a bare-bulb night light. I walked
past big brother Mark's door to the bathroom at the end of the hall and
turned on the light as I shut the door.

Peeing into the toilet, I looked up at my reflection in the large mirror
and smiled slyly to myself. I actually sucked on a dick, even if for only a
moment! At that moment I was Donny Dickson, secret agent double-O-seven,
who could sneak in and suck a dick, and sneak away without being caught!

I flushed the toilet and switched out the light as I headed back down the
hall. Slipping past Mark's door once again, the door flew open, and a hand
covered my mouth while a muscular arm snapped around my waist and drew me
into the room. Squirming in the arms of Nicky's athletic older brother was
a waste of effort, and he only squeezed harder until I settled down.

"You'll keep quiet if you know what's good for you,' growled Mark into my
ear. "You gonna be quiet?"

I nodded. Mark let go of my mouth and reached over to close his bedroom
door, the other hand and arm still holding me firmly with my feet off the
ground. I heard something click, and recalled, and not without a certain
amount of childish fear, that Mark had a lock on his door.

The room had a yellowish glow from the large lava lamp next to Mark's
bed. He took me over to the bed and tossed me face down onto it, kneeling
next to me. I thought briefly about trying to get up and run, but to where?

When I felt Mark's hands on me again, I was determined to fight him off,
but I was no match for him as he flipped me onto my back and straddled me,
sitting squarely on my upper chest, his knees pinning my shoulders and my
arms locked between his legs. I gazed up at his lean, muscled torso, his
stern blue eyes under a tussled mane of reddish-blonde hair. I could feel
the soft fabric of his boxers against my chin.

"Can't get up, can ya?" he said, grinning down at me, all snide and
victorious.

I struggled a bit, more out of obligation, but knew it was no use. Mark was
just too big for me.

"Whatsamatter?" huffed Mark. "You too weak to fight? Or, maybe you just
like laying there, sniffing dicks?"

I started squirming a bit harder, but Mark's legs only clamped tighter. At
least he had scooted down a bit, and was no longer suffocating me with his
weight on my chest.

"Yeah! Maybe you're a homo-boy who just likes sniffing dicks. Maybe you
wanna sniff my big dick?"

I didn't care for where this was going, and I wasn't too comfortable with
the tone of Mark's voice. But, I was also not being given much of a choice
in the matter. Especially when Mark reached into the fly of his boxers and
pulled out his cock.

"Here you are, homo-boy... a nice, fresh big-man dick!" grinned Mark
fiendishly. "Ain't it a beaut?"

He held it out for me, then leaned forward and started to rub his cock on
my face, tracing my cheeks and nose with the bulbous head. His testicles
soon followed his dick through the opening, until they were dangling on my
chin, the coarse pubes tickling my lips. Their faint musky scent began to
fill my nostrils.

"Donny's just a little dick-faced homo-boy, ain't he?" sneered Mark,
sliding his cock across my face. "I saw you in there, your head under the
covers. What were you doing? Giving my little brother a blow job?"

I didn't answer. I was at once shocked at the thought of having been
discovered, and confused by Mark's remark. I then guessed that he meant
sucking a dick was called a 'blow job'. But... you're not blowing, you're
sucking, and-

"You were, weren't you, you little homo!"

It was obvious what had happened; that Mark had looked in on us to find my
head under the blankets. I thought I had sensed a miniscule change in the
light, but assumed that to be part of my excitement. That must have been
what woke Nicky up so suddenly.

"So, maybe you aren't just dick-faced, " he said, rubbing his cock on my
face again. "Maybe you're a dick sucker!" He leaned forward, mashing his
hairy ball sack into my nose, then pulling back to trace my features again
with his member. But, even as Mark taunted me, treating his cock as a
threatening weapon, there was something else happening.

He was getting a boner.

And as I closed my eyes, I could feel his cock thickening against my
face. I could sense the heat of his hardening dick directly on my
flesh. And, I found I was enjoying the sensations of this older cock
against my face. There would soon be no way of hiding the fact that I was
getting excited, too.

"So, dick-sucker-Donny... you're gonna suck my dick, now."

My eyes sprung open to see Mark's fully erect cock pointing at my
face. While it wasn't huge (I had already seen 'huge' with my Uncle Jerry),
it was still big enough to scare me.

And excite me to no end.

"Open wide, homo-boy."

Without another moment of hesitation, or taking my eyes off of Mark's sleek
tool, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and watched as he leaned down
and slid that beautiful cock into my waiting mouth. I then settled my
tongue against the bottom half of his shaft while I could feel the upper
half press against the roof of my mouth. Its texture was soft, yet hard;
smooth, yet distinct.

"There," he sighed. "Now, you have a real dick to suck on. Now, get
started, suck-boy!"

It was so much bigger than Nicky's young dick, I wasn't sure if I could get
enough suction worked up to suck on it. It was then that I found out what
sucking a cock is really all about: friction.

Mark held the base of his dick to guide himself and started to pump into my
mouth, sliding his dick in and out of my salivating lips. He would slip in
precariously between my teeth until he was near to choke me, then pull back
out until the base of the bulbous head was just close to popping free from
my lips, held in place by the suction of my mouth. Then he... we... would
do it all over again... over and over... and gloriously over again.

"Oh, you are good, Donny," he moaned softly. "You suck cock real good."

I don't know about that; it seemed he was doing all the real work. But, I
wanted it to be good. I wanted to have this dick in my mouth. And I wanted
it again and again. I was definitely enjoying the oral sensations as his
near-adult dick worked back and forth in my hungry mouth, and I wanted so
much to please him so he would want my mouth again.

Mark placed his other hand on the top of my head to steady me as his
thrusts became a little more erratic. His breath quickened, and I could
sense that he was trying hard not to ram himself all the way down my throat
and choke me. He was making little grunts with each thrust, and I could
feel his dick turn to stone in my mouth when, in a mix of fear and
excitement, I suddenly recalled what would happen next.

"Oh, baby... oh, fuck..."

Mark's movements got all quick and jerky. I was almost afraid to breathe.

"OHHHH!!!"  he moaned, pulling out of my mouth and letting loose with a
burst of white goo that seemed to splatter all over as he pumped his dick
with his fist. My head still held firmly in his other hand, the warm liquid
flew partly into my still open mouth, and all over my nose and eyebrows. I
swallowed briefly, not sure whether to gag or hope for more, tasting fully
the salty and musky liquid, then opened my mouth once more as Mark stuck
his creaming cock back in and worked the thick fluid throughout my young
mouth.

I sucked until Mark went soft and withdrew his spent dick. He smiled down
at me, obviously proud of what he had done. He finally got off of me (good
thing since I thought my arms were going to fall off) and stood there for a
moment, an interesting picture with his hands on his hips, and his drained
cock and balls hanging out of the fly of his plaid boxers. I just lay there
with his juices clinging to my skin, wanting to do it all over again.

Mark bent down and picked up a t-shirt, and proceeded to wipe the remainder
of his goo off my face. Finished with that, he tossed the shirt into a
hamper and walked over to his bedroom door to unlock it as he tucked his
manhood back into his underwear.

"You better get back into Nicky's bed before mom and dad find you here," he
said softly.

I reluctantly got off Mark's bed and walked to the door.  As I was about to
exit, he reached out to stop me briefly.

"You liked that, didn't you, homo-boy?"

I nodded, not sure where he was going with this inquiry.

"Your first taste of cum?"

I shrugged, then nodded again.

"If you're good, maybe I'll let you suck my dick again some time, Donny.
Now, get your ass out of here before I kick it."

I stepped out of the room and felt the door close harshly behind me. I
could still taste traces of Mark's cum in my mouth, could still sense the
friction of his cock on my tongue. I smiled in remembrance.

I was hooked.