Date: Fri, 8 Oct 2004 22:32:14 -0400 (EDT)
From: Dave Bryson <svcbn_2000@yahoo.ca>
Subject: sleepover with Adam and Geoff

I watched Adam from behind as he used a stool to hop up on his Dad's
workbench and start moving boxes on the shelves above.  Geoff and I watched
as he pulled out a stack of magazines and handed them down to us.

Wow.  Adam's Dad's porn collection had way raunchier stuff than I had ever
seen before.  My other friend Jeff had got a giant collection of Playboys
from his uncle, (he had the coolest parents ever), but those were pretty
tame by comparison.  Adam, Geoff and I tiptoed back through the basement
hallway to the family room where we were having a sleepover.  We each
grabbed a stack and started reading on the couch.

We were all 13 and friends from school.  Geoff and Adam were both a little
short for their age, I was on the tall end of average.  Geoff had brown
hair and blue eyes and a few freckles, like me.  Adam had curly red hair
and green eyes and lots and lots of freckles.  I'd never seen their dicks
but Geoff and I had talked in the boy's washroom at school about how
uncomfortable it is when your balls get sweaty and stick to your leg.

This was way better porn than I had ever seen before.  Way raunchier
pictures, cock sucking, and fucking.  It was cool.  I was hard.  The three
of us sat together quietly, just flipping through the magazines.  I looked
out of the corner of my eye to see if Geoff and Adam had boners.  Geoff did
for sure.  It looked like Adam did too.  I was rubbing my crotch through my
jeans as I read, so was Geoff.  Before I even knew what I was doing, I had
slipped my hand inside my pants to adjust my boner.  I left my hand there
and started rubbing a bit.  It just felt too good not to do it, even if it
was out in the open in front of my friends.

We kept reading.  Nobody said anything.  Pretty soon, Geoff stuck his hand
in his pants too.  He had a really intense look on his face.  His jeans
were unbuttoned and the fly unzipped, so I could see his white briefs and
the big lump that was his hand and hard dick.  Adam was lost in his own
world, not paying attention to me or Geoff.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Adam quickly got off the couch, headed to
the bathroom, and closed the door.  He took the magazine he was reading
with him.

"Shit.  I'm so horny I can't stand it!" exclaimed Geoff.

"Tell me about it.  This stuff is making me crazy," I answered.

There was a short pause.  Then Geoff said, "I don't care.  I'm just too
horny."  He slid his jeans and briefs down to his knees and started
stroking his dick in the open.  I sat and stared at Geoff's dick, the
hottest thing I'd ever seen.  It was probably the same size as mine, with
some hair starting to grow above it.  Mine was the same, except I had hair
on my balls too.

"You do it too," Geoff told me.  I wasn't shy, so I pulled my pants down
too and started stroking my dick.  It felt really, really good.  Better
than it had ever felt before.  I looked at Geoff, he was staring at my
dick.  He reached over and started stroking it for me.  This was
incredible.  I started breathing hard and then everything went wobbly and I
started shooting stuff everywhere.  When I had calmed down a little, Geoff
still had his hand on my dick and was grinning at me.

"That was incredible," I panted.  I was at a loss for words.

"Was that your first time?"

"Yeah."

"Cool, eh?"

"Oh, yeah.  It's cool."

"Do me now."  Geoff took his spermy hand off my dick and wiped it on his
own dick.  I reached over and started stroking his dick.  I felt his hair
and his balls too.  It was cool touching another dick.  I liked it.

"You gotta use a rhythm."  I started stroking him more steadily.  It wasn't
long before he started breathing hard.  Then he scrunched up his face and
his legs got all stiff and there was sperm all over the place.  I kept
stroking him until he stopped sperming then I took my hand off his dick and
just looked at him.

"Thanks.  That was awesome."

"No problem."  I reached over for the box of Kleenex on the end table and
we tried to wipe up the mess as best as possible.  There were still wet
spots all over our shirts and on the couch.

Once we had finished cleaning up, Adam came around the corner.  I didn't
hear the bathroom door open, so he must have been standing there watching
for awhile.  He didn't say anything put started to gather up the magazines.
We put them back in his Dad's workshop, played a game of pool, and went to
sleep.  This was the best sleepover I had ever had.

Next week at school, Adam said that his Mom was mad about the stains on the
yellow couch and next time we slept over we would have to sleep in his
room.  I asked if we could take the magazines up to his room and Adam
answered yes, but this time he wanted someone to jerk him off too.  I can't
wait for the next sleepover.