Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2013 19:28:18 -0800
From: j malo <malo.j8@gmail.com>
Subject: Raoul and I

				Raoul and I

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Warning: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young
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coincidence. All the characters are fictional.

In the following story all names and events are completely fictional.
Although I may mention a specific location, place, or person any
resemblance to said people, location, or places is completely
unintentional.


Chapter 1


                 At 12 year old I was already taller than most boys my age
and even some older. Such as the case of my friend Raul that although was
almost a year older than me was shorter and thinner he almost looked like a
ten year old compared to me although his voice was already getting deeper.
He was my best friend although I was not always nice to him. I lived alone
with my father and sometimes one of his lady friends but they did not last
too long.

         He did not spend much time with me in fact he was happy if I left
him alone. My father had several businesses and all I had to do was to show
up at either one and ask for money and I would get it. As a result I always
had what I wanted and of course I shared everything with my friend.  For
that reason I felt that that gave me the right to boss him around, which
was not very nice. But something made all of that change.

         It was summertime and out of boredom we decided to build a three
house in my backyard. It was a warm day so after a while I took off my
t-shirt and so did Raoul. He was wearing old beige corduroy cut off that he
used to pull down as much as possible so it wouldn't look so short. First I
noticed, when he stretched his arms up, that he already had hair under his
arms. I also noticed that his shorts were pulled down so much that he was
showing a big patch of pubic hair, when I barely had so few I could count
them.

       I was shocked by the view I could not keep my eyes off of it. Then I
also noticed the big bulge between his legs, so long that it looked like it
was going to come out from under the leg hole of his shorts. Even his balls
looked big I could almost see the wrinkles on them through his shorts. I
was so disturbed, I wanted to see more but at the same time I didn't want
him to see me staring. It was a very weird feeling I had seen him naked
many times when we were younger but his dick was not this big yet, it was
always about the same size as mine. I've never paid any attention to it.

      "I don't want to do this anymore, it's too hot, let's go inside
better"; I said not knowing what else to do. The sight along with the weird
feeling, that have never felt before got me disturbed.  We went inside the
house I laid on the floor and like he was doing it purposely he sat on a
chair by me which showed a part of his balls from under his shorts. That
made my dick, which was maybe half of his size, hard right away. That was
confusing "why am I getting horny by looking at him?"The rest of the day
was the same, trying to see more, getting hard and wondering why.

       "Do you want to spend the night?" I asked him:  I almost never asked
it was always implied but this time I wanted to make sure. "You know it,
but I still have to go home and ask" he said: We went to his house and as
usual his mom fed us, she knew my situation so she was always very sweet
and motherly to me and so was his father. She always made sure to cook
stuff that she knew I like. His dad also treated me just the same as his
oldest son and taught me all the boy stuff he taught his son.

        As a result my father was very generous to them, it was his way of
showing affection. He later told me that he just wanted make sure that if
something happened to him I was able to have what I needed. As a result I
was set up for life, although I would've have rather had a dad more like
Ra's. We came back home, dad was already there in his office so I knew
better not to disturbed him. He didn't have a problem with Raoul spending
the night as long as we stay away from him.

       We watch TV for a while and then we finally got ready for bed. I
stripped down to my briefs, as usual, and so did him. I tried not look, I
had a big bed so we usually shared the bed since we were younger. We talked
a little bit until finally I stayed quiet pretending I was asleep.  I
couldn't really fall asleep for the first time I was too excited to feel
him so close.  I finally heard his breathing getting steadier which more
like mean he had fallen asleep.

       Then decided to turn the light on that way I could look at it freely
and if he woke up I could always say that I couldn't sleep. He was wearing
a worn out white briefs one of his legs was bent and the other was
stretched which made part of his dick and balls hung out.  I got up and
went around the bed to have a better view but I still couldn't see the
whole thing. Slowly I lift up his underwear over his dick without actually
touching it.

       Although, I felt the heat, now the whole package was exposed.  For
some reason that was so disturbing I was feeling like I never felt before.
Of course by then I was hard as a rock, which, I could not grasp why I was
enjoying looking at my friends jewels?.  I touch myself fantasizing that I
was actually touching him and making it hard. I didn't know yet how to jack
off.  I didn't dare to actually touch it but just the view of it made me
harder than ever. That feeling was much too weird for me.

       I felt guilty, embarrassed to enjoyed looking at my best friend like
that. That became like some kind of ritual every night he stayed over
during the day I tried to act natural but I couldn't.  Yet again, I could
not see him the same way I used to.  For the first time I began to notice
how good looking he was. He had curly, jet black hair; his eyes were black
as well as his long curly lashes, contrasting with his skin that was pale
white.

       Although, he was short and thin he wasn't bony his body was well
proportioned except for the huge member between his legs so big it looked
fake on his small build. I wanted to touch him, to feel him which I did as
much as possible like to put my arm around his shoulders. I especially
enjoyed when at night we were in bed he got close to me that I could feel
his bare skin next to mine.

        In addition, I loved to look at his red meaty lips wondering what
would be like to taste them. I also started to play wrestling not only to
feel his cock, which got hard most times as mine did, also because even to
smell his sweat was pleasurable. I became nicer to him willing to do
anything that he wanted, bought things that he did not ask for but knew he
will enjoy. I did not know then but I was falling in love with my best
friend.

        I realized that what I wanted was never going to happen and that
more likely he will hate me or make fun of me. Even tell everyone at school
and the neighborhood. One night I finally got the balls to do something. We
had been in bed for a while I was waiting to make sure he was asleep when I
thought he was, little by little I moved my hand on his stomach just to
check his reaction.  He didn't move, so slowly moved my hand further down.

        Still he didn't move so boldly I put my hand on top of his bulge
still no reaction. I lift his brief over his package; it was easy with his
worn out loose brief.  I put my hand over his massive balls they were so
warm and moist, then put my thumb and finger on his cock head pulled down
his foreskin trying to uncover his dick head.  Suddenly, he moved his leg
like to make it easy for me to reach it.  Instead, I let go and turn around
pretending I was asleep. Of course it was impossible to fall sleep.

         if so what his reaction would be the day after. Would he be mad?
Would he still want to be my friend? Would he tell everyone? But mainly how
big does it get when hard? Eventually, I felt asleep with all those
questions roaming in my head. I dreamt wrestling with him naked feeling his
naked cock all over me. Then the weirdest thing happened in that dream I
had this awesome feeling that made me wet myself with what later learn
wasn't piss.

         In the morning I woke up when he was taking a piss with the
bathroom door open. It sounded like a horse taking a piss not that small
guy that he was. He came out of the bathroom with still sign of morning
wood I tried not to stare.  By his attitude it seemed that more likely he
had felt my hand on his junk. He jumped on the bed sitting cross-legged
right by me facing me. "So what are we going to do today?" he asked; but I
could not answer right away, my eyes went to his semi hard dick and part of
his balls that were hanging out of his briefs.

     This time he did saw me stared, he just gave me a weird look and a
smirk. Then he put his hand around his member still looking at me the same
way. I could not look away he started pulling his skin back and forth
slowly covering and uncovering his shiny glands making it harder. "It got
big don't you think?" he asked; certainly I couldn't really answer. It was
the first time I was seeing a grown dick, hard and so close I could almost
smell it.

           He then held it by its base keeping it straight pointing up. Not
really upwards because it was slightly curve downwards.  It wasn't thick
but it was long and on his small frame it looked huge. His cock head was
pink and slimy, the long foreskin formed like a small bow at the tip when
he wasn't uncovering it. His cock was milky white as his smooth hairless
vanilla balls. The head was deep pink almost red. "So you think it got
big?" he asked; the answer was obvious but I did not answer my eyes were
glued to his member.

        "Here let me to measure it" He said; as he lean over me to reach my
nightstand drawer, his moist, warm dick lean on my lower chest. I didn't
move, he took out an old wooden ruler and said. "Here measure it." I wanted
to do it but was also embarrassed and confused. I still didn't move, weakly
I said "no it's alright" He then grab his dick and lean it against the
ruler. "Wow it's almost seven inches, look do it yourself if you don't
believe me" he said. I believed him up until then the only dick I had seen
hard was my own which was about four inches.

         The size of mine, his small frame and his age made his dick look
huge. I was speechless, though knew what I wanted to do.  I didn't know how
to react, what to say, how to deal with the whole situation. I got up and
walked towards the restroom I wanted to get away, to escape I felt like I
was caught doing something wrong. I pretended I had to take a piss. My own
dick was hard as a rock, which made it impossible to urinate.

         I don't know how long I stayed in the bathroom trying to squeeze
the piss out of me to no avail.  By the time I came back in the room I
believed his hardness had gone down. That time I refrained myself from
looking. "Come on you lazy bum, it's time to get up, we have things to do"
I yelled; trying to sound like nothing had happened "what things?" he said;
slowly trying to get up. "You will see" I said:

       We went to a fast food place to eat breakfast. We talked about
everything else except that.  He was acting like nothing had happened right
then I knew that I will never see him or treat him the same way again.  I
wanted him to be more than my best friend now and for some reason I felt
that he didn't have a problem with that.  During the day he kept getting
hard and making sure I saw it.

        Later in the evening we decided to go watch a movie.  There were
only a few people in the theater, "let's go way in the back so we can see
well" he said.  I didn't answer I just followed him up to the last row
which was empty as well as the next few rows in front. He kept touching
himself during the movie I pretended not to notice, and then he took it out.
I was still ignoring it then he took my hand just saying "let me see your
hand"

       He took the back of my hand over my fingers and closed it around his
hard cock. It was what I wanted but I still resisted: "What the...? I said
moving my hand away. He didn't insist though he kept playing with his
foreskin. I was thinking that he was going to come. Fortunelly or
unfortunelly, he stopped when some people sat in the row next to us. I was
quiet almost the rest of the evening.

        I couldn't get out of my mind his wet, shiny cock head appearing
and disappearing when he was playing with his foreskin. He wasn't saying
much either it was like he knew what I was thinking.  "Are you hungry" I
said just to have something to say, because for sure I wasn't hungry at
all. "It's all right I'm not hungry" he said. I didn't know what else to
say and I guess he didn't either. We went home and got ready for bed
without talking much either.

        I felt better when we finally turn the lights off. Soon I pretended
I was sleep waiting for him to fall asleep but he kept moving softly. I
could not tell what he was doing since I was on my side looking away from
him. Then suddenly he got up and went around the bed, turned the light on I
put my arm over my eyes I could still see somewhat. He stood right in from
of me. Next I felt something warm by my face by the pungent smell that
invaded my nostrils I knew exactly what it was.

        The smell that, in different circumstances or on somebody else,
would've been nasty only made me want to taste it. He slowly approached my
lips smearing them with his slimy nectar. He pushed gently making me opened
my mouth then began pushing in out really slow each time going further in.
Even though, I wanted to lick and suck on it I was too embarrassed to "wake
up". I just let him do it pretending I was still asleep I did not dare to
move.

        He kept going in and out while softly pulling his foreskin back and
forth with his thumb and two fingers.  Soon his breathing grew harder then
warm squirts of his boy juice filled my mouth. I still did not move until
he went back to his side of the bed, and then finally swallowed his sweet
nectar. I knew what it was but didn't know he could make it already. I
could not fall sleep still wanted more, so once I heard his cute snores
just like a cute little toy car.

        I went to his side of the bed he was laying on his back. Slowly I
pulled his cover off, he was completely nude. I stay there like hypnotized
by the sight he looked beautiful. I wanted to taste every inch of his
perfect small body. I put my hand on his still wet cock this time not
caring if he woke up. I went down sticking my tongue at the tip of his
foreskin slowly pulling it back; his cock head was still deliciously slimy.

        I took my time licking it clean soon it was hard again. I began by
carefully sucking his glands enjoying his unbelievable taste shortly I was
bobbing up and down trying to get as much as possible each time trying to
recreate what he had done. In no time I felt his dick grew in my mouth even
more, and then warm shots of his tasty juice inundated my mouth again.

         I reached down to my own stiff, wet member pulling my foreskin
back and forth. The way I had seen him do it while still gently sucking his
cockhead in no time the awesome feeling I had in my dreams invaded me
letting go his dick for the first time I saw my own dick shot squirt after
squirt of warm semen. I crumpled to the floor trying to regain my breath.

        I didn't cover him just went around to my side of the bed laid down
falling asleep with one hand over his chest and the other on his warm,
moist package. The day after I woke up feeling his warm body behind me,
last night was in my head immediately though not sure if it had really
happened or if it had been just a dream. Once I looked at him I knew the
answer right away.

       He was nude facing me his dick hard with morning wood, his testicles
trapped between his legs. My first thought was to put him in my mouth again
but I didn't dare I would've not known what to say if he woke up. I just
stayed on my side eventually falling back to sleep.  He woke me up later
the same way he did the night  before, with his hard slimy cock head on my
lips, the best way to wake up.

         Again I didn't dare to "wake up". Once again, he gave me a taste
of his boy's milk. The rest of the summer went the same way; if I wanted it
during the day all I had to do was announced I was tired. Then pretend to
sleep positioned me in a way that was easy for him to reach my opened
mouth, or just wait for the night when he was "asleep". Of course, we still
didn't talk about it or acknowledged it.

       The last weekend of summer was sad, even though, we'll still see
each other every day he wasn't allowed to spend the night on school days.
As it was he was giving "it" to me at least once a day, once or twice at
night and now we were going to have to wait for weekends. The first day of
school as usual we hung out but there were always somebody else around. On
the way back home we were quiet.  Although, I knew what I wanted to say to
him I didn't dare to mention it even though it seemed that he felt the same
way.


			    To Be Continued...

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