Date: Mon, 02 Jul 2001 01:47:35 From: Kevin Thompson <kebo_t@hotmail.com> Subject: Pat on My Lap Well, of course this is all made up, all fiction. None of this could have happened. The people aren't even real, not even me. Pat on My Lap A piece of work from Kebo T I used to think I was pretty normal. I didn't worry about a lot of the things that other guys did. I was sure I knew all the answers and I was only 16 years old. Life was good, I went to the best High School in the State, I was on winning teams, I had a perfect car - an old Geo Tracker, I had good friends who were pretty loyal, and I was straight. Or at least I thought I was. I dated some girls, never got serious about it all. I was still a virgin too. I did get to feel a bunch of tits and got my fingers wet in several girls pants but never went all the way. I was truly great at jacking. I'd never pass up an opportunity to cum. Sometimes, I just couldn't wait to get off my date so I could make it home to jack. I did also notice other guys' dicks. I would wonder what they looked like as they jacked, not that I was bi or anything, just wondered. I had a great friend living right next door, Mike. We were in the same grade, a lot of the same classes, and enjoyed a lot of the same things. We would talk about fucking girls and stuff, but never got very intimate as to the facts. He was straight and very modest, I rarely saw him any more naked than in his fruit-of-the-looms but that was pretty common and we were comfortable like that since I can remember. There were a few times that we caught glimpses of each other's boners but never mentioned it to each other. Jacking was not a subject for us, although one day I was let in and sat on his bed waiting on him to come out of the bathroom. He had no idea I was there as he stepped out, with a Penthouse in hand, he turned so red so quick, he was sure I had caught him jacking. It was an hour later that I put it all together and realized that. Mike had a little brother, Pat. I was the only one who could call him Patty and I just did that to torment him, but as he got to be a kewl kid, I still called him that, occasionally. Pat was a couple of months short of 11 years old. He was the typical little brother, he was in the way, tagging along, telling on his big brother and just full of energy. His brown hair was combed once in the morning but would be all tussled and in curls by the time he got to the sidewalk. He had great green eyes, people say they like blue eyes but these would out do anything blue. He had a big toothy smile, big gaps filling in with adult teeth. I think other people, just not me, would try to make him smile, it made me feel better seeing him happy like that. Pat was also so limber and athletic! He loved being thrown around and doing flips and such. I could put him face down on the patio table, his feet on my chest near my shoulders, grab his hands behind him and in a real quick move, I could jerk him up and he would end up standing straight up on my shoulders. He could escape any hold you put on him while wrestling and in the pool, he was impossible to hold on to. Trying to hold on to him in the pool was wait changed my thinking and probably my life. Mike and Pat had a great pool in their yard and I was there on most hot days of summer. I was a good swimmer, and even helped teach swimming one year at camp. It was big and long enough to swim strokes in but also had a big waterfall on one end that you could sit under. One long hot summer day, it was just the three of us in the pool. We splashed, swam, fought, and got water logged all morning long. Now, even though I was straight, I would usually get a boner as we played in the pool. I was alright as long and I didn't have to get out right away without a towel close by. It did feel good to have either Mike or Pat in front of me on a float or sitting under the waterfall. It gave my dick a great feel. We had to take a break from all the crazed activity and calm down a little. Mike got out, ran into the kitchen, brought back cokes for us and he also had a big arm load of chips pressed against his belly. He got into HIS lounge chair, his because he found it in the alley after a huge rainstorm that flooded the streets. He laid down with the chips on his flat belly and facing the sun, picked them off and fed himself. I doubt if he was asleep as he finished the chips but he wasn't paying any attention to me and Pat. Pat wanted to learn to swim not just flop around in the water, he knew the basics, just needed practice. I had been helping him, holding him up with a hand on his belly as he kicked or stroked his arms. I was sitting on the submerged bench along the side of the pool as Pat swam up to me and asked me to help him again, he said I didn't have to move. He got right in front of me and put his hand on my chest and raised his hips so they rose up behind him and started to kick. As he did, he took my hand and asked me to hold him up. He placed my hand right on his dick and balls. He had a boner and there was no doubt my hand was right on it. I moved it off, up his belly to get a more conventional hold. But he told me sternly to keep it right there, as he moved it back, he said it worked better there. I felt a little weird doing it but I thought it was kewl to be feeling his dick. I was afraid that Mike would get pissed and I looked at him at the other end of the pool, he was just laying there with shades on and I couldn't tell if he was looking this way at all. I would almost forget he was there in a few minutes. As Pat was kicking, my hand got more and more familiar with him. I could feel his hard dick, it was poking me right in the middle of my hand. I could also feel his balls, they were rock hard, as hard as glass and about the size of marbles. I could move my fingers and move them around. I heard myself give a nervous little laugh and Pat was smiling so big. He kicked and kicked and we got into a better position, his head almost resting on my chest. One of his hands was on the bench and the other was on my belly, his little finger was on top of my swimsuit and the others pressed into my belly. As he practiced, that hand would move up and down and gave me a very strange but good feeling, almost like a different way to jack. Pat was kicking and I am sure he had no intention of practicing swimming. I looked at his face and his eyes were pressed shut, his mouth was open and breathing rapidly. He would make little gasping sounds. Those sounds would come as he squeezed his legs together and pressing my hand harder on my balls. I started helping him even move, I massaged his dick and balls through his swimsuit. I would get more action in my hands and he would do less kicking but the breathing and gasping would do anything but slow down. I was masturbating Pat, in his own pool, in bright daylight, and in front of his brother. I should have been more scared than I was, but I loved the feeling of his little balls and little hard dick. And I was loving his hand on my belly, so close to my own dick, I was hoping he would move his hand to it. I was also breathing in his breath. His face was so close to mine, an inch or so, and while it wasn't minty fresh, I loved the smell of his breath. Even with all the great things, I was so amazed how much I loved the feel of his balls in my hand. I had to close my eyes and my breath was almost as fast as his. Then he would stop kicking and squeeze his legs over my hand, he kicked a little more then squeeze, about 3 more times. I realized my arm was going to sleep but just then he just stopped and very gently and slowly, he turned and floated into my lap. He whispered in my ear something about how good that felt. The problem was, I was so hard, hot, and horny, all I really wanted to do was jack. I couldn't even get a hand on my dick if I wanted to, unless I moved his butt off my lap. He didn't grind his butt into my dick but he did press it so that it fit right in his crack. I kept trying to think of something to say. I was calming down and my breathing was almost normal. He didn't say anything either, just laid back against me. The water calmed down and I could see the little ripples coming off our chests. I had never noticed that before but each heart beat made a little ripple. I watched the ripples coming off both of us and meeting in just a few inches. Pat moved off of me and said he was getting out. He turned to me and I really got to see that big ol smile. He swam to the other end and as he got out, shook the water from his body on his brother. I looked at Mike and hoped he had no idea what just went on. I hadn't even moved from the bench, I hadn't felt that much out of control of what was going on that I could remember. I finally moved when Mike said he was going to put clothes on to go get something to eat. I got out, adjusted my still hard boner, still trying to figure out what just happened and rushed to my own house. I pulled off my swimsuit as soon as I got in my room and I was still wet when I hit the bed. I jacked hard and fast and I shot a huge convulsing load in less than a minute. I couldn't believe I just jacked off my little neighbor, I could barely believe I even touched it that long. And I wanted to do it again. I thought about that swimming lesson so many times, and instead of Penthouses and Playboys in the bathroom, I would jack thinking of Pat every time. While I was over there swimming several times after that, we never did have an opportunity to do it like that again. There were times while we played that I got to feel his hard little dick, even had Pat hold my hand over it. But as usual, there were more than just Pat and I in the pool. About a week later, I was invited to spend the night with Mike. It was right after Mike and I got back from hanging with everybody at the Sonic parking lot and it was late when we got home so I just stayed there. It got me an opportunity to see Pat's little dick. I was Seabreezing my face in the bathroom between Mike and Pat's rooms when Pat came in to piss. He pulled the front down and I got a great look at dick. It was so white looking, and his skin looked so thin. I saw the little veins in it and loved the way the piss was shooting out of it. I didn't hide that I was looking at it either. Pat asked me if I wanted to go swimming, he could let me teach him some more. I quickly agreed and my mind worked so quick that even though I thought I could just go in my Fruit-of-the- looms, I had to figure out how to get past his parents without them seeing me in my underwear. But then, I also forgot that I was staying with Mike. I watched as Pat quickly got into his swimsuit, I could see his little but puffy scrotum tucked right up against his dick. I got a boner almost immediately and as we were sneaking down the stairs, I held on to it. A little to keep it from poking out, and a little because it was demanding being touched. One problem, we ran straight into their mother. She told us it was too late to swim and just go to bed. I hadn't moved my hand from my dick and I saw her eyes look right at it and stumble on her words. I felt so busted! Pat whined a little but I went back upstairs, I was going to try to get alone in the bathroom and relieve the pressure built up behind my boner. Mike was so close to going to sleep, that I thought that I could hold out until he was completely asleep and then jack in the bathroom. Mike was laying on his bed, hands under his pillow and quickly falling asleep, but he asked me where I went. I know he didn't hear my answer before he was asleep. I would have gone right then and there and jacked in these boys' bathroom but their mother was out in the hall, moving around and putting towels and sheets up in the closet. I still had the urge but at least my boner was going down. I knew if I could sleep, I could last until morning. It got very quiet, no one moving around, just the sound of the AC cooling the house. Mike was asleep and it was quiet enough in Pat's room that I figured he was too. But then, I heard the bathroom door open, Pat called my name a couple of times before I sshed him and told him to come to me. He came right up to my face and told me I had to come into the bathroom. It was dark enough that I had to put my hand on his shoulder to find the bathroom. We got inside and closed the doors on both sides. I sat on the edge of the tub. No windows and just a little sliver of light from under his door. He was right in front of me, I could smell him and feel the heat from his body more than I could see him. He asked me if I wanted to feel his dick again. I reached out and my hand found his leg and I moved it up along his leg, around his butt and right to his boner. It had to be four inches which was a huge erection from what I saw when he was pissing. I felt it with all my fingers, wrapped a couple around it, felt for the head, and then moved down to check his balls. All this while it was still behind the soft white cloth of his underwear. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he stayed standing up in front of me. I had to get my dick out, and I reach down and pulled it and my balls out the side of my underwear. It was as hard as it had ever been and it was bouncing with my heartbeat. I couldn't see in the dark but I could tell the tip of my boner was very close to his legs. I used my left hand to go back and forth from my dick to his underwear, but my right hand never left his. I rubbed all over the tented cloth and worked more and more fingers under the leg opening. Each time I directly touched his dick or balls with my fingers I felt a rush go through me. Each time he seemed to throw his hips even closer to me. He asked if I wanted to see it, and he stuck his hands in the side of his underwear and dropped them. But all I could see was a little blue reflection from the little bit of light. I still reached out and in my hands I found a rock hard dick pointing out and a little up. The skin was as velvety as any royal fabric and slid over the hard dick it covered. With two fingers on one side and my thumb on the other, I stroke him a little, his hips started swaying in the rhythm. I had to feel his balls, I moved my hand down and found those two hard but perfect balls. I was feeling every bit down there when he reached up and accidentally hit me in the face. I reached back to my face and as I touched my face, I could smell him. That great smell of boy, I mean it was sweat, and musk, and just a little from his hole. I might have even hyperventilated as I tried to smell it as much as I could. He reached over again and soon found one of my nipples, he didn't stay long there but I was amazed at how sensitive I was there. He then knew where he was and worked his hand down toward my dick. I know he was expecting to find it covered in underwear, but he jumped a little as he actually felt the skin of my dick. He grabbed it, squeezed it, even bent it a little. I must have stopped rubbing him while he was fondling me because he moved his hips to get my hand going again. We were awkward with me sitting down and him bending over like that. And I stood up, that was like a signal for him to pull my underwear off. I knew he stood back up after he took the underwear off my feet. I reached once again for him and hit the soft skin to the side of his dick. It was so soft that I had to feel more. Before I went right back to his dick and balls, my hand slid around to his butt, legs and back. I was losing concentration while he was feeling my balls, I'm not sure he could even close his hand all the way on my balls. He said that he wanted to see and I thought he was leaving when all he did was open the door to his room. And that brought in so much more light! He looked so perfect their. I could even see the color of his eyes, that beautiful green. His little nipples cast a shadow on his chest, and that let me notice the 3 or 4 hairs on his chest. His belly was smooth and hard, except for a little roll of baby fat under his belly button. His dick was curving up even more, if he could shoot cum, it would go straight up as he stood there. His balls hung only a short little way under his dick. I could make out each of them but his sack still looked soft and plump. Very white skin without a hair coming out of his sack. We both were standing, I was bent over and still jacking and stroking him. Pat's fingers of both hands were all over my dick and balls, he moved them so much and so quickly, I couldn't tell which hand they were coming from. He was very eager and felt every spot, but it was frustrating me, I needed that regular jacking motion. I told him to wait a second as I sat on the floor and leaned back against the little wall separating the toilet and shower. I got him to sit on my belly. I told him I was going to show him something and I started to jack him. With him on my lap like that, I could get in good jacking strokes. My hands were too big to wrap his dick up so I could stroke, so I used just 2 fingers. Pat was still being a little rough on my dick, and I needed to be stroked. With my other hand, I took his hand and showed him the stroke. He didn't even know what to do with his other hand. I took it and placed it right on my balls. It was like he kept weighing them but it felt good. We were building up a sweat, breathing hard, and really jacking each other. I was getting very close to shooting, and I got a little fast stroking him. Pat had to move my hand off his dick. Almost as soon as he put his hand back on my dick, I was cuming! I couldn't see where I was shooting but from the way he jumped it had to be on him. I had to lay there for several minutes before I could move. I rubbed his legs and his belly, and a couple of time checked his dick to see if there was any cum from him. Nothing but a little drop of slippery precum. We whispered to each other for several minutes, we agreed that was a lot of fun. I told him we needed to go to bed. I watched him put on a pair of underwear and saw the leg openings were a little too wide. He realized he had mine on and took them off and handed them to me. I would find out the next morning that I had them inside out, you could tell from the back. I don't even remember getting any sleep that night. I felt great and guilty at the same time. I didn't want Mike to know, and I want Pat to know we would do it again. He was always so kewl about things when we were anywhere, he never acted any different with me, although he would play a lot in the pool. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now there would be more, if these people were real. But I think the story can continue, at least one more interesting thing happened, or would have happened if we were real. If anyone likes this fiction enough to read more, they could email me at kebo_t@hotmail.com.