Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2009 03:29:11 -0700
From: Stephen Crown <cockquake@gmail.com>
Subject: Sleeping Friend Chapter One

This story contains teen male/male sexual experiences.  The usual
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*Sleeping Friend -- Chapter One*

Author:  Steve Crown

Jake and I were the best of friends.  We had gone to grade school together
but didn't really hang out until we were in the fifth grade; we were about
11 at the time.  Then we started spending more and more time together.  We
would take turns once a month or so sleeping over at each other's house.   This
takes place a couple years later, when we were 13.  A brief description of
us:  I'm the typical cute blond skinny kid, really smart, but not geeky and
my parents friends were continually saying I would attract all the cute
girls, especially with my smile, when I grew older.  Jake has a nice
well-built body, black hair and brown eyes.  Really cute in a slightly
brooding way.

"Hey Jake, I'm going to head to bed."  We were in the living room, both
playing on the new PS3 that my parents just bought me for my birthday, which
was last week.

"OK Luke, I'll be in shortly."  We spent so much time together that we were
practically brothers.  Often one of us would go to bed and the other would
stay up, continuing to play whatever game was on the screen.

So I headed to bed.  We had recently started sleeping in the nude- making us
feel grown up since my dad slept nude.  My room had two double beds, so we
never slept together.  And it was no big deal to see him naked in bed- we
had seen each other naked lots of times.

I had fallen to sleep when he woke me up, crawling into bed with me.  "What
are you doing?" I groggily asked.

"You doofus, the sheets are still in the washing machine.  Your mom forgot
to put them in the dryer."

Without another word I rolled over and went back to sleep.  Or rather tried
to go back to sleep.  Having Jake next to me was sort of exciting.  I didn't
know why.

After a while he started snoring and then rolled over, his arm landed across
my chest.  I was getting hard.  I didn't know if it was from him, or from
looking at the porno magazines my dad kept hidden under his side of the bed.
Since I had found them a few weeks ago, every once in a while Jake and I
would grab them and look at them in my room when we knew that Dad was at
work.

A few minutes later Jake shifted in his sleep and his hand moved down to my
belly button.  Jake was snoring so I knew he was asleep.  By now I had
figured out that his hand on me was the reason for my excitement.  His hand
was so close to my hard cock and I needed relief bad.  But Jake and I had
never done anything.  We knew we each jacked off in the privacy of our own
rooms, but we had never done anything together.

Suddenly I wondered if Jake was naked, or if he had kept his clothes on when
he realized he was going to sleep with me.  Ever so gingerly, so I would not
disturb him, I moved the covers down, slowly.  When I moved closer to him to
move the covers down some more his hand rest came to rest on my cock.

There was enough light coming through the window from the street lights
that, with one last move I had the covers down far enough to see that he was
naked, too.

Looking at his partially hard cock made me wonder how it would feel.  I was
cut, but he was uncut and I had always been fascinated with his cock and the
extra skin, wondering what it was like.

Afraid that he would wake up, but encouraged by his uninterrupted snoring
and my own horniness I reached over and put my hand on his chest.  He
continued to snore. So I slowly moved my hand down, finally wrapping it
around his cock.   It was still partially hard so I squeezed it slightly a
few times to see how it compared to mine.  He must have realized in whatever
dream he was having that his cock was being squeezed because his cock
started to get fully hard and his hand, still on my cock, wrapped his
fingers around mine and started squeezing.

I wanted a closer look at his cock, but that would mean his hand would no
longer be squeezing my cock.  There was an old game controller on the
nightstand within easy reach.  So letting go of his cock, I grabbed the game
controller and slowly slid his hand from my cock onto the game controller.  It
may not have been very much like a cock, but I knew over the last couple of
years he had held it so much that it would seem natural for him to hold it.

Since he was on his side facing me, I moved down in the bed until my head
was resting right next to his crotch.  I was so close to him now I could see
the pre-cum oozing out of his cock.  Ever since I took my hand off his cock
to get the game controller I hadn't touched him again, so I just lay there
for a few minutes, looking at his cock and wondering what to do to get
myself off.

I decided I would smell it so I moved just a little closer, which meant the
top of my head was pushing in his stomach a little.  I laid there smelling
him, trying to decide what his cock and pre-cum smelled like.  If he woke up
I was safe because I wasn't actually touching his cock or anything and I
could easily pass off my unusual position as just moving around in my sleep.

Suddenly he shifted in his sleep and his cock lurched towards me.  Since I
was so close to him and I had my mouth slightly opened the head of his cock
slid along the side of my face, past my lips and right into my mouth,
leaving a trail of pre-cum in a single swift motion.  I was so surprised
that I jumped back before I realized that I might wake him.  But he was
still snoring away.  After I got over my initial shock of having his cock
and pre-cum in my mouth, I decided he didn't taste bad at all.

I wasn't sure what to do next.  I knew that I was hornier than I had ever
been in my life and I needed to jack off.  I started thinking about the
porno mags and how some of the women had given guys blowjobs.  Reading the
stories it seemed that the guys really enjoyed getting them and the women
had enjoyed giving them.  I decided right then that I would taste his dick
again.  Not suck it, just taste it.

I started to get back into position again when he rolled into his back.  This
was even better access for me to taste his cock.  I slowly licked his cock
starting at the base.  When I got to his cock head it pulsed, pushing
itself, and a fresh round of pre-cum into my mouth a little bit.  Shocked
again by this inadvertent intrusion into my mouth I jerked back.

After thinking a few minutes and realizing that I had his cock and pre-cum
in my mouth twice now I decided to see if I could go all the down on his
cock.  Some of the stories in the porn mags had talked about women having
difficulty going all the way down on the guy's dick, and I was determined to
do it.

So I went back to Jake and slowly took his cock in my mouth.  I thought I'd
play my tongue around it to get used to it, so I did and slowly went down,
alternately swirling my tongue around it and sucking it.

He continued to snore and I continued to work it deeper into my mouth.
 Suddenly
I felt it hit the back of my throat.  I still didn't have my nose in his
pubes, which seemed to be the goal the women had in giving guys blowjobs in
the magazines, but I had no idea what to do to get it further down my
throat.

Thinking about the stories I remembered something about getting the cocks in
the throat, and something about a gag reflex.  I positioned myself so I
could have the best angle in getting his cock into my throat.  The first
couple of times I tried I gagged.  Because I was going slowly I didn't gag
that much.  Finally I just left his cock as far in my mouth as it would go
while I suck it some more and tried to get comfortable with it.

After a few minutes- SUCCESS!  I had my nose all the way into his
pubes.  Saliva
was building up in my mouth so I swallowed a couple times, to clear my
mouth.  The second time I swallowed his cock got even harder than I imagined
it could get and I felt the blast of his cum against my throat.  I pulled
back a little and he shot a few more blasts of cum in my mouth. For some
reason feeling him shoot in my mouth and tasting his cum really turned me
on.  After he finished cumming, I pulled off him and squeezed his cock,
wanting to get as much of cum out of him as possible so he wouldn't be
suspicious in the morning.

After I cleaned him up the best I could I realized I was still horny.  I
removed the game controller from his hand, which was now on the bed, his
palm facing up.   I scooted over him, poking my cock into his hand and then
closed his fingers around it.  He wasn't squeezing me like he was before,
but his hand on my cock felt ten times better than my own hand.  The only
thing I could do was move my cock in and out of his hand.  In about thirty
seconds I shot my load of cum into his hand and all over the bed.  I quickly
cleaned up with a towel from the bathroom and was finally able to go to
sleep.

The next morning I wondered what his reaction would be.  I sort of didn't
expect him to say anything because had been snoring all the time.  But he
did... Sort of.

After breakfast we were heading to the park when Jake said, "Hey Luke.  I
had a weird dream last night."

"Oh?  What was it about?"  I said, not sure where this was going...

"Well I don't remember exactly, I never do, but it was sorta like a wet
dream."

"What do you mean "sorta like a wet dream?"

"Well I thought I had a wet dream- it felt like it, but the strange thing is
that when I woke up the next morning the sheets were fine.  That's the first
time that happened.  The sheets are usually messed up."

I wasn't sure what to say except, "I'm glad you didn't mess up my sheets
with me in them.  That's just gross."



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