Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 22:32:00 -0500
From: Ace * <static382@mindless.com>
Subject: sex with best friend 22a  (young friends)

Max - 13 years old, good build (not overly muscular) from years of sports
with Alex, 6 pack, brown messy hair, brown eyes, hot tan, sexy smile, broad
shoulders, nice dresser. Into sports, music, horoscopes and love. Secretly
dates Alex. Friends with Tonio and Bobby.

Alex - 14 years old, great build, 6 pack from sports, dirty blonde messy
hair, deep blue eyes, sexy smile, killer tan. Interested in soccer and
guys. Secretly dates Max. Friends with Bobby and Tonio.

Tonio - 12 years old, good build, killer smile, sky blue eyes, sexy voice,
developing 6 pack from gym workouts and sports, nice tan, blonde spiky
hair. Into dirt bikes, go-karts... anything with wheels. Secretly dates
Bobby. Good friends with Max and has a new friend, Alex.

Bobby - 12 years old, brown eyes, brown hair w/ blonde highlights, muscular
(but not overly so) from school sports, developing 6 pack. Into traveling,
having fun and living life to the fullest. Secretly goes out w/
Tonio. Friends with Max and Alex through Tonio.



                    Sex With Best Friend 22A
                        --------------Side 1


   "YOU CAN GET THE HELL OUT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT! JUST GET OUT!" the
drunken man yelled to the top of his lungs, swinging his bottle of liquor
from side to side, the beverage flying from the bottle.

   "DON'T THINK I WON'T! I'M BETTER OFF ON THE STREET THAN HERE WITH AN
ASSHOLE OF A DAD LIKE YOU!" the teenager yelled back, this being the first
time he's ever cussed at his dad. Quicker than a heartbeat, his father's
open hand was across his face, sending his head snapping to the side,
knocking him to the floor.

   "DON'T CHA NEVER SMART OFF TO ME AGAIN, OR IT'LL BE WORSE!!!" the man
screamed at his son, taking another swig from his bottle, not thinking
twice about what just happened. The boy lay on the floor, holding his
bleeding lip. Without saying anything, he got up, grabbed his coat from the
coat hanger, and left the house.


  He wiped his lip with his leather jacket sleeve and stepped out of the
dark house into the sunlight and the cool breeze. He walked down the
street, letting the tears burn his eyes, but not daring to let them come
out. He was too tough to cry. He rubbed his right hand through his dark
brown hair and let his hand slide to the back of his neck, letting it rest
there for a few seconds, before placing it into his pocket. He continued to
walk down the quiet street in his white tank-top, black leather jacket,
blue jean pants and white nike's, with no particular place to go. All the
while, he was thinking about how crummy his life was. His mother leaving
him alone with his dad, who thinks liquor solves all of his problems. Not
to mention the abuse and neglect. How can a 14 year old take so much? It
was amazing that he wasn't psycho by now.

   Before he knew it, he was 4 blocks away from his tattered neighborhood,
and in a nicer one. He read the street sign to himself. 'Daybreak Court.'
He looked around. 'Must be the rich people's neighborhood.' He said to
himself. He continued to let his legs carry him wherever they wanted to go,
until he was shocked back into reality by a speeding motorcycle swirving &
screaching on brakes - trying not to hit him! His eyes grew wide as he
jumped to the sidewalk. When he looked up, there was smoke coming from the
motorcycle's wheeles, and a coughing boy standing over it. That's when he
noticed that it was a moped, not a motorcycle. When the cloud cleared, he
saw a messy haired kid, wearing a black jacket with a gray shirt
underneath, blue pants, and badge burkenstocks. The kid looked to be about
his age, if not younger. They were staring at each other before they knew
what was going on. The moped kid broke the stare.

  "Hey dude, watch what you're doin', would ya?" he suggested in an
aggrivated voice, waving at the smoke coming from his tires. The boy on the
sidewalk climbed to his feet with a cocked eyebrow. His lip was dripping
blood by now, and he was too tired from arguing with his dad to say
anything back. On a normal day, he'd kick a guy's ass for being smart with
him, but today, he let it slide. He just pulled at his jacket and started
to walk away. Obviously the moped boy wasn't done yet.

  "Hey man, sorry about your lip, I didn't mean to--"

  "You didn't do it. It was already there," snapped the bleeding boy,
wiping his lip. The moped boy looked guilty, and had another look that he
couldn't recognize.

  "Who are you? You from around here?" the moped boy asked. All he got was
a stern look in return.

  "My name is Corey, and no, I'm not from around here." the boy replied,
wiping his lip once more.

  "Oh, well I'm Max. I'm sorry about that, I'll be more careful next time,"
the moped boy said to him, before sticking the key into the ignition. The
moped cranked up without a problem, and Max reved the motor a couple of
times.

  "See ya man," Max said before going full speed in the opposite direction
of Corey. Corey walked a few more minutes, then turned around to go back to
his own neighborhood. He knew of an alley he could go to and stay the
night. He sure as hell wasn't goin back home with his dumbass dad. It was
getting cool and dark outside by the time Corey made it back to his
neighborhood. He looked down his street, seeing how raggedy it was compared
to the nicer ones. He kept walking past his own street, and to the alley he
was staying at for the night. The cold winter night air was blowing on him,
and having on nothing but a tank-top and a jacket wasn't cutting it. But it
had to do for tonight.

   He got to the messed up alley, between an old abandoned thrift store and
a out-of-business building, which he had no idea of what it used to be. It
was dark and cold, but at least the buildings he was between were blocking
some of the air. He squatted beside the dumpster, which was pushed against
the thrift store's wall, and cuddled in his jacket. The cold weather was
getting to him, because he was now coughing and sneezing like nobody's
business. That's when he heard that farmiliar sound. That moped. It was
passing by. It stopped right in front of the alley, since there was a stop
sign there. He peeked around the dumpster and saw that same kid. Max. Corey
coughed and sneezed, and Max looked over. He saw some feet sticking from
behind the dumpster.

   "Hey, who's there?" Max called out, turning the steering wheel to the
direction of the alley, causing the headlight to shine into the
darkness. Corey's head came from around the dumpster, and Max saw him. The
moped was turned and driven halfway through the alley, and Max hopped off.

   'What does he want NOW??' Corey thought to himself, shaking his head. He
sneezed again.

   "Hey man, what are you doing back here?" MAx asked him, kneeling down
beside him. Obviously the smell of the dumpster was aggrivating him,
because his nose kept twitching. Corey didn't notice, as he lived around
those types of smells all the time.

   "Where do you get off sticking your nose into other p-p-peole's
business, huh?" Corey argued, shivering in the cold air.

   "I was trying to see if I could help you," Max told him calmly. Corey
shook his head, smirking a little.

   "Just like you people. Always t-t-trying to s-s-show off."

   "What are you talking about?"  Max stood up, looking down at the
troubled kid.

   "Maybe I don't NEED any help. Maybe I'm here b-because I wanna be,"
Corey stuttered, trying to stay warm.

   "Come on, I can help you. You don't have to tell me anything you don't
want me to know. Are... you... homeless?" Max asked him, trying not to
cause any trouble.

   "No, I'm not, I just have a f-f-fucked u-up situation right now, and if
y-you'll leave me alone, I'll go to sleep," Corey said, trying to keep his
eyes open. Max shook his head, and reached down for Corey.

   "C'mon, you don't need to be out here. You'll freeze! I'll see if you
can stay at my house." Max offered, but got a disbelieving look from Corey
below.

   "What? You d-don't even know me, aight? Ain't yo momma ever told y-you
to stay clear from strangers?" Corey stammered, his eyes blinking
constantly. He was rocking back and forth now.

   "Yea, but she also told me to help those in need," Max replied, shaking
his extended hand.

   "Oh, how sweet, s-sounds like a h-hallmark card," Corey smirked. There
were open newspaper pages flying through the alley and the wind was getting
stronger. It was definately too cold to stay outside.

   "Come on, Corey, let's go!" Max grabbed his hand and helped him
up. Corey was too cold to fight back. His macho, i-can-do-it-myself
attitude was fighting to get out, but he couldn't make it. Max helped Corey
over to the moped and sat him on the seat. Max sat in front and Corey
leaned against Max's back a little.

   "Hold on, we'll be there in a minute," Max told him, and they manuvered
out of the narrow, smelly alley and drove down the street. Max made a left
turn, then kept straight for a few seconds, going top speed, then he
stopped and made a right, where he kept in that direction until he got to
Daybreak Court. He made a right and kept down that street for a few more
seconds, the wind beating him in the face. He was finally in his driveway,
where he drove his moped through the brown wooden gate door and parked in
the back.

   He helped Corey up, who was still staggering, and they walked to the
sliding glass door. Max opened it, and they were now in the den. Nobody was
there, at least not downstairs. They walked through the den and to the back
staircase. Max helped Corey to his room, where Corey was rubbing his arms,
trying to warm up. Max shut the door.

   "Nice crib," Corey said, looking around. Max smiled a little.

   "So you wanna stay or what? I can take you home if you're up for it."
Max offered, taking off his jacket.

   "Naa, I ain't goin' home. I'll stay here, if your ole man will let me,"
he said, taking off his jacket. The gas heat coming from the air vent
warmed him right up. He sat the leather jacket on the floor in front of the
closet, and looked down at his rock hard body. He had defined muscles and a
nice package. He looked up and could've sworn he saw Max looking at him.

   "Can you go and sneak me something to eat?" Corey asked, sitting on the
bed.

   "We don't have to sneak, why don't you come down. My mom won't care if
you stay."

   "What about your dad?"

   "He won't either," Max told him. They walked downstairs to the
kitchen. They heard the TV playing in the living room. Max opened the
fridge and Corey grabbed some snacks. Max went in the living room.

  "Mom, can I have a friend stay the night?"

  "I don't know..."

  "Please mom?"

  "Sure, you boys behave."

  "Aight, g'night mom."

  And it was done. Corey was fascinated by the easiness of it. Almost like
he had mind powers or something. Only if he had parents like that.

   "Come on, man, let's go." And they went back upstairs.


  Once back to the room, Max shut the door. He opened the closet and pulled
out a jumbo sized sleeping bag. He unrolled it and laid it out in the
middle of the room.

   "So.. why were you in that alley tonight?" Max asked, sitting on the
mat.

   "Well, my dad's a drunk and he hits me all the time and I wasn't takin'
anymore of his shit, so I left. Plain as that." Corey said
matter-of-factly, taking a drink of the cola.

   "Ah man, sorry about all that, but my parents can help you out--"

   "How? By telling the cops and takin me to some shit foster home? Hell no
dude, it ain't gonna happen," Corey snapped, pacing back and forth. Max
shook his head.

   "I don't know about all that, but they can help." Max told him, eating
some chips. Corey sat on the foot of the bed and ate some chips. He looked
over at Max and got the strangest feeling. Max was looking back at him, and
something about Max's eyes were .. mysterious. Then he felt like taking off
his tank top. So Corey pulled his tank-top off, showing a nice chest.

   "Ready to go to bed or somethin?" Max asked him, snapping him out of his
daze.

   "Ahh, I guess I'm a little tired, I sleep in my boxers, u mind?" Corey
told him, wondering what just came over him.

   "Naa, I sleep the same way, no prob." Max told him. Corey took off his
pants, socks and shoes and walked over to the sleeping bag. Max hopped up
and stripped to his boxers. Corey peeked once or twice while he unzipped
the bag and got ready to get in it. Max turned on the TV and hopped under
the covers of the bed. They flipped through the channels for a little
while, before falling to sleep with the TV on.


--

   Later that night, Corey woke up with the urge to go to the bathroom. The
TV was still playing, and he normally slept in total darkness, so he turned
it off. He crept to the door and looked for the bathroom. He finally found
it and pulled out his 4" soft cut cock and did his business. He flushed and
quietly went back to the room. It was dark and he could hear Max's steady
breathing. The window was beside the bed on the right side wall, and the
street light was shining through it a little. Corey could see Max's
sleeping face, and for some reason, he was turned on. This guy comes from
nowhere and helps him, wanting nothing in return. And he was sexy, too! He
just got the urge to walk over to him. So he did.

   He walked over to Max's bed, and knelt down beside it. He just looked at
the cute face before him, before the eyes of his new friend opened and
looked back at him. Corey couldn't control himself - he leaned in and
kissed Max right on the lips! Max didn't object -- if anything, he
suggested more! Max put his hand on the back of Corey's head and they
kissed, just lips, before letting the tongues join the fun. Corey's tongue
tasted all of Max's mouth juices, and Max gave as good as he was
getting. Corey pulled down the covers and crawled in beside Max, then
pulled the covers back over them. They continued kissing, rubbing each
other's faces, and it was great. Max's dick was at attention - the full 7"
of cut meat was at his service. Corey's cut 8" was ready for anything as
well.

   Corey moved over so that he was on top of Max, both half-naked boys
enjoying the moment, rubbing their hard cocks on one another. Their tongues
swirled around in each other's mouths, making slurping sounds and smacking
noises everytime they closed their mouths or started a new kiss. The next
one was always better than the one before. Corey was getting excited, as he
was almost close to his climax. They kept kissing as Max bent his knees and
Corey laid between them. Their cocks were on top of each other, and Corey
was kissing and humping his dick into Max's. They were both moaning softly
and Corey started to hump faster, and he broke the kiss. He put his head
beside Max's and smothered his face in the pillow.

   Max's mouth was open and his head was swung back, his eyes closed at the
intense feelings he was getting. He gripped Corey's back harder into him,
scratching it, while Corey moaned at the erotic fun. Max scratched him
again, rubbing his back up and down, and that just excited Corey to the
point of no return. Corey's cock pulsated as it sent out a countless amount
of cum into his boxer shorts. He laid there for a minute or two, on top of
Max, catching his breath, when he felt Max dissapear from under him! He
lifted his head from the pillow and saw that he was on the floor in his
sleeping bag. He looked over at the bed and saw Max, still sleeping. The TV
was still on.

    Corey dreamed the whole thing.

  He reached down and saw that he had a 'wet dream'. He muttered to himself
and dragged himself to the bathroomm where he cleaned up. He came back,
turned off the TV, and went to sleep.


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Stay tuned for:           Sex With Best Friend 22B
                              --------------Side 2

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