Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2004 16:45:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pubescent Love

Chapter I

Whenever I look back on the summer of my twelfth year I remember it to be
the most exhilarating, instructional, fun, and without a doubt the most
pivotal time in my life. I was over half way though my last year before
becoming a teenager and was moving from sixth to the seventh grade, both
long awaited as well as anxiety producing events in most children's lives.

I had been allowed to go on my first summer trip without parents and to top
that off it was in Hawaii. I went to stay with an aunt and uncle so I was
still monitored by adults but they weren't my parents and that was what
counted. They had a son who was close to my age, Kalama, who I hadn't seen
since the summer before when he came to stay with my family. We'd had a
blast together and I was looking forward to spending another summer with
him. On top of all that I was dying to show him my hairs. We'd done some
messing around toward the end of his stay with me and we'd made a bet about
who would get their hair first. Mine had started about three months before
vacation so I was sure I'd win the bet. My cock had grown some too, being
maybe about four and half inches or so and my balls were hanging in my sac,
one slightly lower than the other. All in all I was quite proud of my
boyhood stuff and I'd been excited to show it to someone who I knew would
appreciate it like Kalama would.

"Jaaaaaace" I heard a voice yell as soon as I entered the waiting area
after getting off the plane. My name is Jason but nobody ever called me
that except my mom and then only when she was pissed at me for something.
I've been called Jace ever since I can remember and still am to this day.

Anyhow, I tried to look through the throngs of people and then all of a
sudden I saw an arm waving like mad at me and saw that it was Kalama. He'd
either grown a hell of a lot or he was standing on a chair and I was
betting on the chair. My cousin was small for his age, hell both of us were
but he had been smaller than me. I saw the arm disappear and as soon I got
past the roped walkway and into the real part of the waiting area he
materialized in front of me, crystal white shinning against the brown skin
that marked his Hawaiian mixed heritage.

"Ho brah, I so glad you heah. We gonna have a hella summah," he rattled off
in pidgin, which I will put in English for the rest of the story.  He put
his arm around my shoulder and I noticed that I had grown more than he had,
although not by a whole lot. We were both still short, I was just about
five feet tall, give or take a fraction and he was shorter by an inch or
more.  Kalama and I were a lot alike in other ways too. We were both fairly
slender without being skinny, had black hair and dark eyes, and weighed
about the same, that is, about a hundred pounds, maybe. Our skin color was
brown but I was definitely lighter. Our mothers were sister's and Half
Hawaiian but where Kalama's father was local as well, my dad was a Haole, a
white guy, or almost. He had some Indian blood and other things in him too
so that he wasn't totally white so neither was I.  I knew from past
experience that after a week in the sun I'd be a good deal darker than when
I'd gotten off of the plane.  Listening to him chatter, I heard that
Kalama's voice hadn't changed any more than mine had, both of us still had
the high, almost girlish voices of pre teenage boys.

Kalama was cute, no doubt about it. His face was totally smooth, no marks
or hair of any kind, his nose small and slightly upturned. The hat he wore
brought attention to his slightly oval eyes and long luxurious eyelashes. I
knew that I looked a lot like him and I'd been told by tons of girls that I
was cute so, I guess I was.

As soon as we got out into the terminal my auntie Lani gave me a huge hug,
wrapping her arms around me and almost smothering me with her huge boobs.

"We're so glad you're here Jace," she said with a big grin. "I think we're
gonna have lots of fun this summer."

I hadn't been to Hawaii since I was seven so while Kalama and my auntie
chattered away like Myna birds, I gawked at the sights as we headed from
the airport to their home on the Waikiki side of Diamond Head. Once there I
got my stuff unpacked in Kalama's room, changed into board shorts, and we
headed straight to the beach with a promise to be back in a couple of hours
for dinner, which we were. Of course we were totally dry so there was no
reason to chance right then but back in Kalama's room that evening was when
it started.

"Remember that bet we had last summer?" he said with a smile. "Well I won
it." My little heart fell. I was so hoping to win the bet as well as show
off my prized fuzz.

"Maybe not dude," I said, "I got some too." Without another word we both
began unlacing our board shorts and pulling the Velcro fly open. We stood
facing each other as we pushed our shorts and underwear down at the same
time, exposing our pubic area and the base of our cocks, most of the shafts
and the heads still hidden inside our clothes. Kalama definitely had some
hairs, about six of em, straight and pitch black, about an inch or so
long. I, on the other hand, had more and they were longer and they had a
little bit of bend in em.

"Wow," he said, reaching out to touch them, "you got lots more than me but
my friend Brandon, you'll meet him tomorrow maybe, he has lots of em. In
fact he even shoots sperm stuff. Do you squirt out stuff yet, do you jag?"
I was pretty sure what he meant although not completely convinced, being a
little more na^Ėve than many boys my age. So, playing it safe, I shook my
head sideways and changed the subject as I pulled my clothes back into
place.

"So I guess no one wins the bet since we both got hairs," I stated flatly.

"I guess not" Kalama answered. The rest of the evening was spent watching
TV in his room and catching up on all manner of stuff that is important to
twelve year boys. Like all boys of that age and body development the topic
came around to sex. How we'd avoided it when we were showing off our fuzz
is beyond me but this time when it came up it was there to stay. The
conversation had moved toward girls and, have you ever, which meant more
visual experiences than actually touching. Neither of us had any hands on
experience, nor even eyes on, except for some light porn for me, harder
stuff for my cousin. Kalama said that Brandon bragged about having a porn
movie but no one had seen it so it was thought that the older boy was
lying.

"He does have a magazine with fucking in it though and it's so hot to see
Jace, I'm serious. Man you can see right in their pussies and stuff and you
can even see the sperms leaking out after the guy cums in there."  Kalama's
voice seemed to change as he talked about it and he rubbed at the front of
his board shorts. I was getting a little wood myself as I envisioned what a
big gaping cunt might look like or even more importantly, a full grown man
cock. I didn't realize the importance of that thought at the time however.

"You don't have any magazines or anything?" I asked as I tugged at the
expanding front of my own board shorts. He shook his head "no". We were
both horny from the talk and I wanted to mess around. We'd done it before
and I figured Kalama would be up for it (no pun intended) as much as I
was. Casting caution to the wind I slowly untied my board shorts and
loosened the laces enough to get my hand down inside to readjust myself or
fondle a little bit. Kalama followed my lead almost immediately as he
continued to talk about what was in the magazine, describing in graphic
detail the endowments of both sexes and the acts they engaged in.

While he spoke, his eyes traveled between my eyes and my crotch, following
whatever I might be doing inside there. Inside my body, things were
happening that I hadn't felt before, or at least not so intense. My belly
was a jumble of butterflies ten times more intense that on Christmas
morning. My heart was racing in anticipation of what, I didn't know. My
cock was about as hard as it had ever been, the skin seemingly stretched
tight on the shaft and I couldn't help squeezing it, which intensified the
feelings. But there wasn't room in there for my cock and my hand. I needed
to get out of my clothes, to free my hard young flesh so that both hands
could have contact, to touch, feel, fondle. I was so wrapped up in self
exploration, both mentally and physically, that I didn't hear Kalama at
first.

"Brah, you were totally spaced." I looked at him and saw that he'd pulled
his shorts open and down a little bit and the head of his cock was showing,
slightly pink against his darkly tanned belly. "I asked if you wanted to
like, take our clothes off." I nodded my head dumbly and proceeded to lay
back on his bed and slide my shorts and underwear down to my ankles while
Kalama, laying next to me, did the same. I didn't stop there however. I
wanted to be totally free of clothing, totally naked and exposed so I
wriggled out of my t-shirt as well.  We lay back and with the curiosity of
young boys looked each other over carefully and unashamedly, noting how
each compared to the other and I could tell right away that I'd matured
more than Kalama.

Aside from the difference in hairs, my cock was longer and fatter than his,
the head of mine wide, a perfect helmet shape while his was more pointed at
the tip. Kalama's dick was about four inches or so long, the shaft was
thinner as well as shorter and his balls were bigger than before but still
held close to his body.

"Ho Jace, your cock got so much bigger and your balls are hanging
now. That's so cool." He reached over and grasped onto me and squeezed on
it, causing me to almost faint from the feelings. Kalama had touched me
before but that time was so different, like electricity or something. I
figured out later that it was cause I'd matured sexually but at the time I
didn't give another thought. I almost purred as Kalama stroked on me, felt
on my balls and stuff.

"Want me to suck on it?" he asked, his voice low and sort of husky like. I
could barely get the yes out of my mouth I was breathing so hard. He leaned
over me and held my cock upright then lowered his mouth to it, closing his
lips over the head once he had it inside. I almost died from the feelings
and moaned out from it. He moved his head up and down on me, taking about
half my cock into his warm mouth before moving back up and in the process,
dragging his lips across the rim of my cock head. It didn't take long
before I started getting real tingly feelings in my belly and my cock
started tickling really bad.

"Fuck Kalama, stop. It tickles so fucking bad oh man stop," I said in a
whispered scream. He took his mouth from my dick and stroked it. The
feelings were so intense that I gripped the blanket with both hands and I
thought I was gonna die. I felt my cock get thicker, or stiffer or
something and the tingling got way intense in my cock then a blob of white
stuff shot out the slit and landed on my belly.

"What the hell was that," I said through panting breaths, my belly still
contracting in the aftermath of my very first orgasm.

"Fuck Jace, you cummed brah, you made sperm." My cousin seemed more excited
about the event than I was. Kalama let go of my dick and my own hand
automatically went to it and resumed a slow stroke, that seeming to be a
natural reaction to me. "That was your first time sperming wasn't it
Jace. I can hardly wait till I can squirt out. Man, you think it might
happen this summer?"

I had no idea when, or if, or anything. I'd never stroked my cock like that
before, taking it to that conclusion. Sure I'd stroked it, or ground it
into my bed sheets and mattress sometimes at night but I always stopped
when it started to tickle like that. Hell if I'd only known what was going
on I'd have kept it up and not missed out on all those fantastic good
feelings. I wiped the glob off my belly with my finger, felt its texture,
sniffed at it, the licked a small bit to see what it tasted like, which was
nothing, then wiped it on the sheets. Pretty typical boy.

Kalama had rolled onto his back and was slowly stroking on his cock and
asked me if I wanted to suck him. Well, no as a matter of fact I didn't. I
was feeling all lazy and kinda glowing after what had happened and I just
wanted to lay there and enjoy it. On the other hand, he'd sucked me and
turn about was fair play and hey, maybe my cock would stay hard and I could
squirt again soon. That would be pretty cool.

"Sure," I said, rolling over to him and taking his cock in my hand. I'd
sucked Kalama's cock the summer before when he was at my house, a fun past
time that we'd discovered toward the end of his visit. I moved my lips over
my teeth-learned that last summer too- and lowered my mouth over the head
and sucked on him, slowly stroking his cock while it did it. I noticed that
his crotch smelled different than before. It wasn't a bad smell, in fact it
was kinda sexy like and over time I would learn love it, the fragrance of a
maturing boy. It only took a moment and I was into what I was doing, my
eyes closed and breathing through my nose as I bobbed on the silky flesh of
his cock head and the top part of the shaft of his cock. It didn't take a
whole long time before Kalama was wiggling and squealing that he was gonna
cum so I took my mouth away from his cock but kept stroking him. I wasn't
prepared to get any of that white goo in my mouth just then, although
before the summer was out. Kalama's body went rigid and he began shaking
and stuff. I felt his cock go harder in my hand and he shoved his hips up
off the bed like he was being electrocuted or something. I kept on stroking
him cause I didn't figure what I was doing was causing him any harm. I kept
a close eye on his cock head but nothing came and he finally relaxed back
onto the bed, panting as hard as I'd been panting not five minutes
before. I finally let go and relaxed back, laying on my side and watching
as his breathing began to slow.

"Fuck I love that feeling. I can hardly wait till I sperm," Kalama panted
out. I asked what happened and he told me that he had cummed, just like I
had, but he wasn't making sperms yet so it was called a dry cum. At the
rate things were happen my sexual knowledge would be increased ten fold by
summer's end.

"So that was your first time making sperm, eh Jace?" Kalama asked. I nodded
my head and he went on to say that he had mostly just found out about it
himself having learned it from Brandon a few months before. That
information helped me not to feel totally like a fool.

"So, you wanna do it again, cum I mean," he asked, reaching over and
grasping onto my hard cock again. "Gosh I love your cock Jace. It's so
perfect. Wait till you see Brandon's cock though. It's bigger than ours and
he has more hairs and makes a lot of sperms."

I was becoming more curious about this Brandon character so asked Kalama
what all he'd done with him. My cousin said that it would be more fun just
to show me and proceeded to turn around so that our hard cocks were in each
other's face. I'd heard about this and didn't need further direction,
simply leaned in and took the rigid piece of flesh into my mouth, wrapping
an arm over Kalama's hip to help keep him in place. Kalama was doing the
same thing to me only his fingers were playing in my butt crack, sliding
gently up and down the crevice and pressing slightly inward toward my hole
but not going quite that far. I liked the feelings it caused so let my
fingers do the same thing and found that I kinda liked doing it too,
exploring what had generally been considered to be forbidden territory.

And then a new sensation hit me and I looked down to see kalmia, eyes
closed, licking at my balls, moving the soft bag around with his tongue
then he sucked one of them gently into his mouth. WOW! That was cool enough
to cause me to moan. He opened his eyes, saw me looking at him then plopped
the egg from his mouth.

"Feels good huh?" He didn't wait for an answer but drew the little orb back
into his mouth and sucked on it some more. What could I do but try the same
thing on Kalama. I licked as his bag, savoring the different texture, the
smoothness of the skin and wondered if mine felt the same way, quickly
reasoning that it must.  Gently, I took one of his nuts into my mouth and
sucked on it, rolling it around a little bit, causing it's owner to stop
what he was doing on me to moan and tell me how good it felt.

He finally stopped what he was doing and rolled away from me, taking his
cock with him, much to my dismay. He got off the bed and went into his
bathroom and came back with a bottle of Lubriderm lotion. I was gently
fondling my cock and balls and when he got back he smiled and suggested I
try some of this on my cock. I wasn't sure exactly what he meant so he
pumped some of the lotion into his hand and motioned me to move my hand
from my cock and then took over, grasping onto my pulsing flesh and sliding
up over the sensitive head. I just about flew off the bed the feelings were
so incredibly intense. Kalama just smiled at me as he stroked my cock,
sliding up the shaft and over the head, squeezing it, and then going back
down.

"Oh fuck oh God," I moaned out in a low growling sort of voice. My entire
little body almost vibrated from the feelings as they ripped through my
body but centered in the five inch piece of hard flesh between my smooth
thighs that my cousin was currently mauling.

"Fuck Kalama it's doing it again," I panted, as the tickling feeling
started in my balls and my belly. He stroked faster, gripped my cock firmer
and I felt it swell in his hand, the intensity of feeling causing me to
thrash my head on the pillow and thrust my slender hips into the air. The
tickling feeling in my cock was so strong that I could barely stand it and
had to bite my hand to stop from screaming out. And then it was over except
the extreme sensitiveness in my cock head. I giggled and pushed Kalama's
hand away because I couldn't stand how ticklish it was. We would learn to
tell each other when we were gonna cum so we could concentrate just on the
shaft but for the time being it was a total trial and error learning
experience.

I lay back on the bed, breathing harder than the first time and Kalama
showed me his hand, saying that I squirted some more sperms out. He opened
and closed his fingers to show me the stickiness and how it clung to his
fingers and not for the last time he commented that he could hardly wait
until he too was squirting out.

After he returned from cleaning the goo from his hand I jacked Kalama off
exactly the way he'd done to me and of course he wiggled and screamed so
loud when he cummed that I was sure his parents would hear him. When it was
all over I let go of his dick and wiped my hand across my own belly
figuring that I'd need to take a shower regardless, which is exactly what
Kalama said a few minutes later when he caught his breath.

Ten minutes later we were back in bed. I was pretty tired since my body was
on a different time zone than my cousin's and despite my willingness to
stay up and play some more I drifted of while Kalama was telling me
something about a body boarding experience he'd had that winter out at
Makapu'u, or Mocks as the local's call it.


Chapter II

The next day we were both up early, ate a quick breakfast and headed for
the Walls in Waikiki to body board. The waves were decent and we had a fair
amount of fun until about noon when there were so many people it seemed
like you could practically walk across their backs and not fall in the
water. We decided to go back home by way of the walkway that boarders the
beach from the Walls to the aquarium. As we approached a cement building
Kalama said that we were coming to the gay part of the beach so not to be
surprised at all the guys with other guys and especially not to be too
shocked at some of the thong style swim wear.

"Sometimes my friends and I walk around them while they're laying around on
the grass sun tanning. You should see some of the looks we get and if you
like, rub on your cock, oh man they almost drool. It's kinda fun, like
flirting I spose," he said.

Kalama was right, some of the men did look at us, some just plain stared
and few even said hi and more than one offered to let us share his huge
towel. It was kind of exciting to me in a way that I couldn't explain,
having these adult men wanting me, and I somehow knew that was what it was,
wanting. Wanting to be with me, touch me, and even other stuff. I sort of
had a thought about what it would be like being with an older man and
having him teach me sexy stuff. I felt my cock start to get hard thinking
about it and had to do a quick rearranging which did not go unnoticed.

"Need some help with that sweetie," a very handsome younger looking Asian
guy asked as I got close to him. He was wearing a white Speedo that showed
his stuff and the stuff looked pretty big to me. I don't know what made me
do it but I smiled at him and said,

"Maybe later today," and gave my cock and extra squeeze as went past him. A
couple of other men who were close by heard the discussion and let out huge
laughs, and yells and stuff. It was pretty cool and when we got past them
Kalama laughed and told me that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard on
that beach. That prompted the question about would you ever. and what
if. We both admitted that if the circumstances were just right then we just
might and he said maybe we could come back later and see if he was still
there and maybe see what happened.

Back home we ate then laid around in the shade under a huge Avocado tree in
the back yard thinking about how we would spend the rest of the day.

"Ho brah, you lazy ting," a voice called out and we both turned to see two
boys walking toward us. "Whachew doin?" They looked to be our age, were at
least close to our size. The one who was talking looked to be a local boy,
my height give or take, brown skin, short black hair and dark eyes. He was
cute, there was no doubt about that, but the boy with him made my belly do
flip flops and my young heart flutter. I was in love although I didn't know
it then.

He was white, and by that I mean WHITE. His skin was so pale that light
practically bounced off of it. His light blonde hair, a thick mass of large
ringlets, hung loosely almost to his shoulders framing his almost angelic
face. As they got closer I could see his eyes, large and a mesmerizing
emerald green, with long thick lashes that any girl would cry for. From a
distance he could easily have been mistaken for a girl but up close he was
the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen and when he smiled at me my heart
melted.

I jumped up and right away noticed that he was almost exactly my height and
looked to be about my weight as well.

"Howzit Brandon?" Kalama asked as the boys stopped next to us. "This is my
cuz Jace," he said to the boys, this is Brandon." Brandon extended his hand
and we shook local style while Brandon introduced us to Jordon who shook
hands regular like, a soft non gripping sort of shake.

"He jus come yestaday, stay wit his gran maddah next doah me." Brandon
explained. Brandon's pidgin was fairly thick so for the purpose of the
story I'll translate to English. I asked Jordon where he lived and in a
slightly high but soft and wonderfully melodic voice he said he was from
Davenport Iowa. I almost shit my pants.

"I'm from quad cities too," I practically yelled. "I'm from Rock Island."
Quad Cities is comprised of the four cities of Davenport & Bettendorf Iowa
and Moline & Rock Island Illinois, our two cities being separated by the
Mississippi River. We began chattering to each other about places we both
knew and schools we went to while the other two boys looked on in
amazement. Finally Brandon broke in and said,

"So, enough with the family reunion, let's go do something."  Something
entailed walking back down to Waikiki and of course our path included
retracing the steps that Kalama and I had taken earlier to go home. Jordon
and I were walking just behind the other two boys and of course we passed
by the man who had spoken to me before.

"Coming back for help?" he asked with flirty smile. I don't know what made
me do what I did but without thinking I hooked my arm in Jordon's and said,

"Naaaaw, I got him." The man looked at Jordon and his eyes went wide open
but didn't miss a beat.

"My God I don't blame you." As we went by I heard another voice say
quietly, "Fuck, that kid's gorgeous." I assumed that Jordon heard it too
but regardless, he didn't say a thing. And he didn't make any move to take
his arm away from me. Brandon asked what all that had been about and when
Kalama told him, Brandon laughed his ass off. Jordon laughed hard too as we
released each other and continued on our way, walking down the sidewalk and
getting plenty of stares. Looking back on it I can understand why.

Although Jordon was by far the cutest of the four of us, we all were cute
boys on the cusp of adolescence or just entering it. We were smooth faced
and blemish free, slender but not skinny, and had the casual innocence that
many boys our age had. Any one of us would have gotten second glances by
practically any female and many guys but the four of us together was simply
more eye candy than most people could ignore, especially gay guys.

So, as we tread the sidewalk between the beach and the grassy, tree covered
park area, we got plenty of looks, lots of "hey there cutie" and more than
one offer to share a towel or blanket. Further into Waikiki we checked out
the International Market Place and generally just wandered aimlessly, boys
with nothing special to do and plenty of time to do it.

By default Jordon and I walked together as did Kalama and Brandon, allowing
the two of us to get to know each other better. He was smart, funny,
friendly, and didn't seem to have a problem touching me. His body contact
was generally to emphasis something he'd said, to point something of
interest and sometimes it seemed just to touch me. More than once our
fingers brushed against each other as we walked and he even took hold of my
hand a couple of times, holding on almost like a lover and pulling me into
a shop to look closer at something that caught his attention.  I loved when
he held my hand and I sensed a bit of reluctance from him when he finally
let go, society not yet ready for boys over the age of five to hold hands
in public. His voice was so melodic, like the tinkling of a wind chime, and
his green eyes twinkled with enjoyment at anything and everything and I
found myself liking him. a lot.

Two hours later we had completed a long circuitous route that brought us
back to Kapiolani Park across the street from they gay beach area. By some
unspoken mutual agreement we entered the low concrete restroom area,
Brandon and Kalama taking the two urinals and leaving the large, wheelchair
accessible, stall for me or Jordon. I headed in and Jordon was almost right
on my tail.

"Do you mind?" he asked, indicating that we might share the toilet.

"Naw, it's okay." I replied in a small voice. Needless to say Brandon had a
comment for the situation.

"Better leave the door open boys so there's no hanky panky goin on." We all
laughed as the beautiful boy-God and I stood opposite each other and
unlaced. We were both self conscious but neither of us could possibly admit
that to the other one so the act of baring our bodies to the scrutiny of
the other became an almost brazen act.

Both of us wore t-shirts that hung low enough to hide just about everything
and so when it was all said and done the only thing visible was cock head,
mine a little darker and Jordon's as white as the rest of his body appeared
to be. We pissed, our light yellow colored streams crossing each other
before splashing into the dirty porcelain bowl, both of us attacking the
cigarette butts that floated on the surface and giving a plausible
diversion as we checked each other out.

His cock head was a perfect shape, rounded smoothly across the tip and
flaring ever so gently at the edge above the shaft. I only saw a small bit
of the shaft but he looked kinda big, bigger than me or Kalama. He finished
before I did but didn't tuck it away right off. Instead he shook it gently
and nursed it a ittle, squeezing out any drops of liquid that might still
be in the tube and thus fall into his underwear when tucked back inside. It
was almost as though he were giving me time to look longer as dick. In
order to provide Jordon with the same opportunity I did the same thing,
reaching a little further inside my shorts and squeezing more toward the
base of my cock and working toward the head as I shook it gently.

"Not many boys seem to do that," Jordon said quietly as though not wanting
the other two to hear him. I didn't tell him that until then I hadn't
either. We both seemed to leave our cocks hanging out there a moment longer
as though not wanting the moment to end but Brandon's voice brought us back
to reality.


"What you guys doing in there, checking each other out?" Duh, yeah, but I
didn't tell him that. We tucked and tied, walking out of the stall as we
finished re-clothing, joining the other boys outside.

"Hey, I got a new stroke book, you guys wanna see it?" Brandon asked.  He
got a chorus of yeah sure so we headed off to his house.  I pretty much
knew just where that was going to lead and the butterflies started running
into each other inside my belly. I was curious about seeing Brandon's cock
but I was dying to see Jordon's.

Less than fifteen minutes later we were in Brandon's bedroom all sitting on
his carpeted floor while he slowly thumbed through the magazine. Many of
the images were in glossy color and it didn't take long before all four of
us were rubbing, tugging, or pushing on the front of our shorts. Brandon
had stopped at a full length picture of a young dark haired guy whose full
on hard cock looked to be at least seven inches long, the fat head shiny,
probably from precum. He didn't have a speck of hair which elicited comment
from us.

"Sure makes his stuff look a lot bigger doesn't it?" Brandon offered and we
all agreed that it did. Kalama stated that he couldn't see shaving his
hairs off since he'd just started getting them and I agreed with him while
Jordon made no comment at all. When Brandon asked him if he'd shave his off
Jordon gave a slightly pained look and said that he didn't even have any
yet. That prompted some surprised looks. Getting hairs was about the
biggest deal a boy could ask for at out ages although being able to
actually make sperms was a close runner up. We commiserated with him for a
moment but our attention went quickly back to the magazine and the
immediacy of hard young cocks stuck in cramped board shorts.

That problem resolved itself shortly with Brandon laying back and unlacing
his board shorts and stuffing his hand down the front to help relieve the
pressure on his dick. Everyone followed suit, as it were, and I noticed
that Jordon's shorts looked more bulged out that the rest of us.

"Why don't we just get undressed?" Kalama finally suggested and when I
asked when Brandon's parents were going to be home he said his mom wouldn't
be there for another few hours.

"We got plenny time to jack off." He commented with a smile as he began
shoving his clothes down. "Two or three times if we want," he added as his
hard young cock smacked against his flat belly. The rest of us began doing
the same thing, tugging clothes off in a hurry then gazing about to check
each other out, to see how we compared to each other.

Brandon looked to be about five and a half inches long, his uncut cock head
showing through the tip of his dusky foreskin. He was at least half
Hawaiian so his dick was darker than mine or Kalama's and his hair was
black as the night. His fuzz made up a thick little patch about three
inches long at the base of his cock, but the balls handing gently below
looked totally hairless. He causally stroked his boyhood pride and joy as
he looked around, focusing on my cock first, then Jordon's, which is where
my eyes stayed.

Like the rest of him, Jordon's cock and balls were beautiful, and they were
very white. The boy was as bald as cue ball, there wasn't hair in sight and
since I was sitting right next to him I could tell. However, what he lacked
in fuzz he made up for in spades with his cock. The thing looked almost as
big as the guy in the picture and we later measured it out at six and a
half inches long. Blue veins stood out along the length of the shaft and as
I said before, the circumcised head was big and almost perfect looking. His
nuts were bigger than the rest of us too, and they hung sort of low between
milky white smooth thighs, the bag slightly wrinkled at the top where it
started.

"Fucking nice cock," Brandon commented with more than a little awe in his
voice. We were sitting in a semi circle with Jordon on one end then me,
with Brandon and Kalama on the opposite end. I almost stared at Jordon's
cock before looking into his hypnotizing green eyes.

"It's beautiful," I said softly. Then something passed between us. I
couldn't tell you what it was but something happened and Jordon smiled and
lipped

"Yours too." I felt my own cock swell with pride that this Adonis had said
that he liked my cock.

"Do you make sperm yet?" Kalama asked and Jordon nodded his head in the
affirmative.

"Well then." Brandon stated and began slowly stroking his cock and equally
slowly turning the pages of the magazine. We were all on our knees, resting
back on our haunches, rock hard boy cocks standing proudly, straight up in
the air. It was an awesome sight to me and in the moment, all of us started
jacking our own dicks, the feelings of being a sexy young boy roaring
through us all. At least they were for me. I cast sideways glances at
Jordon, getting peeks of his small hand wrapped around the pale pole and
sliding up and down on it. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other as we
made love to ourselves and I for one was so dying to take his cock in my
hand, my mouth, that I thought I would be the first to cum. On the other
end Kalama began stroking with a fury, moaning as he pulled as his balls,
his eyes closed. Then he was on his knees, his jacking taking even more
speed.

"Oooohhh fuck, oooohhh fuck," he panted out in his orgasm, his slim and
small young body almost shaking. Brandon was right behind him. The dark
skinned boy went onto his back and jacked as his hips rose off the
floor. The first glob of white goo landed just above his belly button and
was followed by three more globs, small than the first, that sort of just
plopped out of the end of his cock. He lowered his hips but continued to
stroke slowly, dragging his foreskin up over the pink hued head of his
cock. That fascinated me, the foreskin part and I sort of wished for a
moment that I still had mine.

I turned to see Jordon almost staring at my cock as I jacked and I knew
that he wanted to touch me as bad as I wanted to touch him but neither of
us was quite ready to take the chance. If it had only been him and me then
it would have been different but I didn't know Brandon hardly at all and I
didn't want to deal with teasing or other stuff that he might say, even
though Kalama had said they did some stuff together.

Jordon began stroking his cock a little bit faster, still watching my cock,
the other two boys watching both of us like it was a horse race or
something. I was looking at Jordon's cock too and wishing I had it in my
mouth, tasting his precum and licking on him and stuff. That was about all
it took for me. I felt my balls and my belly tingle, then my cock got way
fat in my hand, or at least it felt like it. The tickling was almost too
much and I closed my eyes for just a second then looked down and watched my
dick spit out the white globs of my sperms.

Brandon moved the magazine so I didn't squirt on it which was good cause my
cums shot about a foot or so out of my cock. I slowed down and looked at
Jordon who was smiling at me as though he was proud of what I did. Then he
went at it and all of a sudden he threw his head back and moaned out loud
and I watched, amazed as his cock started blasting big white strands of his
sperms. He shot farther than I had and made more than Brandon did, by at
least twice as much. It was incredible to watch that beautiful boy in such
ecstasy, his boy body spitting out so much of his sperms.

"God you make a ton of cum for bald boy," Brandon said and he wasn't
teasing Jordon at all but sounded sort of surprised and proud.

"How old are you Jordon?"

"I'll be thirteen in two months," Jordon said, finally slowed his stroking
but sperm still kept dribbling out of his cock head, sliding down onto his
fingers and stuff. Fuck I wanted to taste his cum, feel it in my mouth but
of course I couldn't do that. At least not yet.

Brandon got up and grabbed a dirty t-shirt from his laundry basket and
wiped himself down then handed it to me to clean my cum off the rug and I
figured as long as I had the rag I may as well clean up Jordon's sperms as
well. When I was finished I held the shirt while he wiped his hand on it
and then without thinking I gently cleaned the residue off his cock head,
Jordon allowing me to do so. He smiled and thanked me when I was done and
we all went back to looking the magazine again, all our cocks still hard as
stones with hands working to keep them that way.

"So, do you guys ever suck cock?" Brandon finally asked, looking at me and
Jordon. I said yes, Jordon said no and before Brandon could horn in and
take the darling cute boy away from me I turned to Jordon.

"It's way cool, wanna try it?" I asked him. His gorgeous eyes lit up and
his smile was so sweet I wanted to kiss him right then and there but I
didn't know how the other guys might respond to that. It's one thing to
suck a cock but kissing might be an entirely different matter all together
besides I'd never kissed anyone but family members. He nodded his head so I
told him to lay down, which he did.

I knelt along side of him and stared for just a moment at the pulsing white
flesh pole in front of me. Fuck it was so hot looking and certainly the
biggest cock I'd ever seen, at least on a live boy anyhow. I leaned over
and grasped onto the moderately thick and long shaft and felt up and down
its length before leaning farther over and, pulling the pale warm upright,
placing my mouth over the head and a couple inches of the shaft. Jordon
moaned at the new feelings I created for him and I moaned softly as I
created them. I felt his hand moved across my upper thing then the warmth
of it as he grasped onto my cock and slowly stroked on it and I moved my
legs apart to give him better access. I heard the rustling of bodies and
turned to see Brandon and Kalama had moved into a position where they were
sucking each other's cocks.

"Wanna try that?" I asked Jordon who'd seen the action as well. He nodded
his head and I laid down beside him, my face in line with his boy cock, his
with mine. I went back to what I had been doing, took his cock into my
mouth and suckled some more, my tongue licking at the precum that was
leaking from his slit. Jordon played with my cock and my balls for a moment
as though discovering them for the first time, which I suppose was exactly
what he was doing. I gasped when I felt the warmth of his mouth encompass
my swollen cock head and the feelings were so intense that I renewed my
efforts on Jordon's fat cock.

For the first time I noticed the odor of him, similar to what I'd detected
on Kalama the night before but more erotic somehow, much more
stimulating. I didn't have much time to revel in it however because Jordon
stopped sucking and moaned out that he was gonna squirt out. I'd wanted to
taste his juices the first time he spermed and I couldn't explain that, it
was just an overwhelming feeling that I'd had. I stroked him a little
faster and pressed my lips firmly against the shaft just below his fat cock
head and then the feelings started in my own belly and my balls again.

I didn't have time to warn the beautiful boy that I was gonna cum cause I
felt the first warm splash of his sperm as he erupted in my mouth and my
own cum entered his. I didn't have much time to consider my own sperming as
I was intent at keeping up with the seemingly unending flow of his sperm
while my ears picked up the sounds of Kalama and Brandon living the same
experience. What I did notice however was that the beautiful boy playing on
my horn didn't leave but took my own limited offering of cum into his mouth
as I had done to his. I reflected a moment on the taste of his sperm, the
texture of the viscous liquid and decided that I liked it. Oh, maybe not
enough to drink it every day for the rest of my life but certainly enough
to want to taste him from time to time.


We rolled away from each other, still panting, and Jordon turned around so
that we were facing each other, our faces only inches apart.

"That was so awesomely coolness," he whispered to me. He looked over my
shoulder toward the other two then leaned in and quickly kissed me softly
on the lips, two times before moving his face away from me. Fuck, nothing
ever tasted sweeter in my whole life than his kiss and that was something I
would love to taste every day for the rest of my life.

"I'm sorry that I didn't warn you about cumming but you started squirting
in my mouth and I didn't want to miss tasting your sperms," I told him. He
said it was okay, that he wanted to drink my cum and see what it tasted
like.

"Besides," he added, " you drank all of mine. Was that hard to do cause I
know I make a lot of the stuff?" he asked with a little bit of concern in
his voice, which I thought was sweet of him to ask.

"Naw it was fine I didn't mind it at all." He smiled at me again and said
he was glad. Motion behind me got my attention and I turned to see my
cousin and Brandon coming away from each other, both their cocks still at
least half hard.

"What did you think about that boys?" he asked, the question directed more
to Jordon than me. The darling cute boy smiled and said that he thought I'd
done a pretty good job and he liked it. Then he said that he should
probably be getting home since he'd been gone all day long and his
grandmother would probably be getting worried. Kalama said we should
probably get going too and we all started getting dressed.

"You guys wanna maybe spend the night some time, we could have lots of
fun," Brandon said, rubbing his still unclothed half hard cock. We all
agreed that might be fun and agreed to talk later that evening. The three
of us left and out on the front porch Kalama discovered that his wallet
must have fallen out in Brandon's bedroom so went back in. Jordon took that
brief moment to talk only to me.

The front area of Bandon's house was protected by hedge and a huge Avocado
tree and after casting a quick glance around Jordon leaned in and kissed me
on the lips, this time longer than before.

"I really like you a lot Jace," he said to me. "I liked being sexy with you
and want to do it some more. Maybe you can spend the night at my house
sometimes, just you and me." I nodded my head eagerly.

"I like you too Jordon," and I kissed him back. "I loved sucking on your
big cock and stuff and yeah, I'd like it to be just me and you sometime."
Kalama's footsteps coming back broke off our talk and a moment later we
were parting on the street, Jordon going to his grandmother's and Kalama
and me walking the block to his house.

On the way home Kalama said to me, "You really like that kid, don't you?" I
gave him a sort of blank look and he went on. "Come on Jace, you should see
how you look at him. And you know what, I think he likes you too." I didn't
say anything and my cousin continued. "It's cool though, you know. I'll
tell you a secret.

Brandon and me are like, boyfriends you could say. We've been being sexy
together for almost six months now and we really love each other and stuff
so if you like, feel like you really like Jordan and want to do stuff with
him, it's okay with me. I told him then what Jordon had said and I told him
that I did like the cute boy and we both wanted to be sexy together
sometime.

"That's so way cool Jace. I was worried about how it was gonna be this
summer, how Brandon and me were gonna be able to be together and now it's
gonna work out all right, it's gonna be sooo fucking cool cause you won't
be left out cause of Jordon. Awesome.