Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2012 10:56:27 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: OUR SEX CLUB - 2

Young Friends (b/b oral anal)

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OUR SEX CLUB - 2


All I could think of that night in bed was what happened in the woods.  I
got hard just remembering it all -- almost naked with Marty, stiffies, and
that... what happened.  Marty told me that's what happened to older boys
when they cum, only we're not old enough to shoot yet.  Then he had to
explain all that; I'm not sure I got it all.

But I didn't really care.  I reached down for my dick and rubbed it.  I did
that a lot in bed.  But I guess I'd never rubbed it enough.  It happened.
That cum -- dry cum, Marty'd called it.  I had to remember to keep quiet.
It just felt so fucking good!  I lay there for a little bit, and then I did
it again.

Marty didn't say anything about dicks on our way to school the next
morning, so I wasn't sure if I should bring it up.  And he didn't play with
his dick in class.  But when we got to the shithouse -- we had to wait in
line this time -- while we peed he whispered, "Did you do it last night?"

"Yeah," I grinned.  "Twice."

He grinned back.  "We better watch out for Alfred," he said.  "He's been
keeping an eye on us all morning."  Alfred sits about half-way up toward
the front, and I'd noticed him turning around and looking back at us a
couple of times.  "Let's cut through the woods on the way home."

I knew what that meant!  And when we opened the door, there was Alfred!
But I don't think he could have heard anything. Just in case, I didn't play
with my dick in class, either; Marty was right -- Alfred kept watching us.

When we got to the woods on the way home, me and Marty walked straight into
it.  Alfred waited a minute, then he turned and went on down the road.  We
got to the same spot as yesterday.

"I got to get home," I said.  "I'm supposed to do some weeding before
supper."

"This won't take long."  Marty grinned and pulled his pants and underpants
down, like yesterday.  He backed up to an old log, sat down on it, and
patted the place next to him.  So I joined him, naked from the waist down.
"Do me first," he said," then I'll do you."

 He stretched out his legs, put his hands a little behind him, and leaned
back.  I reached for his dick and started jacking him off.  That's what he
called it yesterday -- jacking off.  His dick was already hard, and I felt
sort of chills when I touched it.  I guess Marty couldn't see very well
with his shirt kind of sticking out, so he pulled his shirt up high and
held it down with his chin.

He was naked from his neck almost to his ankles.  I just sat there looking
for a minute.  I'd never seen so much of him at the same time before.
Marty was maybe a little taller than me, but his chest was bigger.  He had
what Ma would call "meat on his bones."  His chest was tanned from the
summer, and his nipples showed up real good.  I'm a little more thin.  My
nipples are smaller.  But I already knew that.  And right there, in the
middle of him, was that stiffie I'd been thinking about all day.

I moved my head a little closer to him when I began to jack him off.  I
could feel his hand on my head.  It felt nice.  I stroked real fast, and I
knew he was ready to do it.  He grunted first, and then he pressed his dick
into my hand real hard.

"O fuck... oooooooooooo..."

 It was kind of loud, or at least it sounded that way in the woods.  It was
exciting to hear him like that.  I kind of hated to let go of his dick when
he was done.  He fell forward a little bit while he was breathing hard.
After a minute he turned to me and started stroking.

I don't know why it is, but it always feels better when someone else is
jacking you off than it does when you're jacking yourself off.  And I knew
it then, only the second time we'd done each other.  I made little motions
with my hips, moving my dick into his hand a little and then pulling back.
I don't know why, but it sure felt good.

And then it started to happen again.  Just like yesterday, just like last
night.  I could hear myself groaning, and it didn't matter there if it was
loud.  My insides heated up again; it felt like everything inside was alive
and jumping around... my thighs shook on the log... my belly clenched up
again... "Uuuuuuu... aaaaaaaaahhh..."  It was so big this time.  So much
more.  I was still shaking after it was over.  I looked down at Marty,
still with his hand on my dick, but he was looking at my dick.  I put my
hand on the back of is head, like he'd done mine, and he turned and smiled.

"Can you come over in the morning?" he asked.  It was Saturday and we
usually did stuff together on Saturday.

"I got to finish the weeding tomorrow. And Ma has started the canning,
tomatoes anyway.  I have to help."  I really felt bad.

"Can you come over after lunch?  Or, come for lunch; my ma won't care.
Then... well, you know.  The Sex Club can have a meeting."  He was still
holding my dick, and I felt it move in his hand.

I worked faster than I ever had, and Ma said I'd done a good job.  So I
went over to their place for lunch.  Afterwards, we went up to his room.
He was wearing bib overalls -- we both often wore them for working.  He
grinned and unfastened the buttons on top; he opened the top and looked
down, and then he let me look down.  He wasn't wearing underwear!  I was
hard.  But he said we shouldn't do anything in the house; his ma would be
bringing the wash upstairs.

I thought we'd be going into the barn -- we'd played in there before -- but
he walked by it and went on to a little shed closer to the fields.  We went
in through a door on the side.  It was dark inside, but when my eyes got
used to it I saw some old farm equipment.  And over in the corner there was
a space with old blankets on the floor.

"Yeah," Marty grinned.  "That's where the meeting's gonna take place."

We walked over and, when he turned around to me he reached down and held my
dick and balls through my pants.  He rubbed it a little, and I'm sure he
could feel my stiffie.  I wanted real bad to see what was inside his
overalls.  He dropped them to the floor.  Yeah, naked.  Oh... He was
so... naked.  My dick got even harder.  I pulled my shirt off, then my
pants and underpants.  We both kicked off our shoes and socks and shoved
our clothes aside.  Naked with Marty.  I could feel my hands shake.  My
insides kind of fluttered.

"I dare you to come to school Monday without underpants on."  Marty wasn't
joking.  I nodded without even giving it a thought.

He sat down on the blankets.  I was so...  He was so... naked all over.
Brown shoulders from the summer, the chest of a real boy not a kid. Long
legs, not as tan as his top.  And right there in the middle, that dick.
Hard.  He gave it a quick stroke.

"Don't just stand there," he grinned.  "Am I that pretty?"

I didn't think I should say 'yes.'  But he was.

I sat down next to him, and he reached right for my dick.  I let out a long
sigh; it felt so good, with his hand on it.  And I'd been waiting for it
all day.  I reached for his, too, but he just pushed me a little bit so I
fell back on the blankets.  Suddenly I felt... so... sexy.  Naked.  Hard.
And his hand on my stiffie.

He looked down at me for a minute and then started to rub my dick.  I
stretched out and felt his hand like he was touching me all over,
everywhere, at the same time.  I wanted that feeling, that dry cum, but I
wanted him to touch me longer.

"There's another way to do this," Marty said.  "You want to try something
different?"

I had no idea what he had in mind, but I nodded.  I wanted whatever he
wanted.  He was sitting on his butt, with the leg closest to me raised up.
I couldn't see his dick.  It just felt so good, being naked with Marty...
I closed my eyes and let my dick enjoy...

My dick suddenly felt really different.  Really different.  I looked up and
couldn't believe what I saw.  Marty was bent over, and my dick was in his
mouth!  Then he took it out and licked it.  Put it back in and sucked on
it...  I couldn't keep my head up any longer.  I never imagined you could
suck on a dick like that... or that it could feel so good.  I felt weak
inside.  I could feel his tongue inside his mouth licking around my
dickhead, and I shivered.

And I groaned.  The more he moved it in his mouth, the more he sucked, the
more he licked, the better it all felt.  Like nothing I ever imagined!  My
dick -- in Marty's mouth!  I groaned again; I couldn't help but spread my
legs wider.  Naked.  Dick in his mouth.  So sexy.  I started to rock from
one side to another; I couldn't help it!  My middle was filling up... was
tight... sucking my dick... soooooo good...

"ooooooooo... mmmmmm..."  I rocked.  I hummed.  I moaned.  I never felt so
good.  I pushed my dick at Marty... take it all, I thought... suck my
dick...  "OOoOoOooo... Marty..."

It exploded inside, but not like before.  It seemed to start deeper, last
longer, moving fast through me... I bucked into Marty's hand as I came.
"UUUhhhhhhhhhh..."

If I'd been standing up, I would have fallen over.  I had no strength in me
at all, couldn't raise my head to look at Marty.  I was still shaking
inside.  Marty kept licking at my dick for a minute, and then I had to ask
him to stop; it was getting so tender or something.  Marty didn't say a
word; he just lay back next to me.  I turned my face to him and looked.
His cheek was so close.  Little light hairs around the back of his neck.
Lips parted...

But it was my turn.  And I wanted to do for Marty what he'd done for me.  I
scooted down and reached for his stiffie.  It was almost hot in my hand.  I
rubbed it a minute and then leaned down.  I could smell it.  His dick.  I
was close enough to see the skin on his dickhead move a little.
Licking... what would it taste like?

I touched my tongue to his dickhead.  Marty sighed.  It didn't really taste
like anything, but it felt so warm.  I licked it all around, like Marty had
done for me.  I licked over the little hole where he pees, and my tongue
could feel it.  The more I licked around, the more Marty moaned.  But I was
supposed to do more.

In my mouth.  I was supposed to put his dick -- his dick! -- in my mouth.
I remembered how good it felt when Marty had done that for me.  So I opened
my mouth and lowered it a little bit... my lips grazed the surface of his
dickhead... I felt it in my mouth...  and I began to suck on it.  Like I'd
suck on a piece of ice.  I wasn't sure where to put my tongue when my mouth
was so full of dick, so I kept moving it around.  I was sucking dick for
the first time, and I knew I loved it!

I wiggled down a little so I could suck a little farther down his dick, and
I braced myself by putting a hand on his thigh.  It was so warm.  When I
felt his dickhead at the back of my mouth, I sucked hard on it.  I pulled
my lips up to the top and sucked again.

"AAwwww fuck...  yea...  suck me like that..."

So I kept moving like that, sucking as I pulled my mouth up to the top of
his dick, then moving my lips all the way down before starting up all over
again.  When my lips were at the base of his dick, I could feel the soft
skin around it, up above his dick... and... fuck! It was his balls I felt
against my lower lip!  Had to be -- what else could it be?

Marty was getting louder now, and I knew he was getting closer to his dry
cum.  I wanted him to wait.  I wanted to keep sucking his dick for a long
time.  But I knew that when the feeling started inside there wasn't much
you could do about it.  So I kept sucking... And then his dick stiffened
even more.  He shoved it hard at my mouth, and it started throbbing and
moving all around.  I managed to keep it in my mouth as I listened to the
sounds he was making.

And when he was done, I did the same thing he had done.  I licked just a
little, then stopped and lay back on the blankets.  We didn't say anything
for a long time.

Finally, I asked, "Marty... where did you learn all that stuff?"

He was quiet for a minute, then he said, "Ben."  Ben was his older
brother. He'd been five years older than Marty.  He was killed in an
accident up on the hard road.  Marty didn't talk about him much.

"Did you guys have a Sex Club?"  I mean itt to be kind of funny, but the
minute I said it I wished I hadn't.

"No.  He just showed me stuff.  When he was old enough.  You know, so I'd
know what to expect, I guess.  But we didn't do stuff."  He was quiet for a
minute.  "I miss him so much!"

He turned his face from me, but I saw the tears beginning in his eyes.  I
didn't think.  I just did it.  I reached over him, got his shoulder, and
pulled him over so my arm was around him.  He lay his head against mine for
a minute, then lay it on my chest.  He wasn't crying.  I think he was just
remembering.

Finally, he sat up.  He smiled, leaned down, and kissed me on the cheek!  I
was so surprised, I just lay there.

"You're a good buddy, Eddie.  My best friend.  And, don't forget," he
grinned, "the vice president of the Sex Club."