Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2006 12:27:30 -0500
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: slow dancing

Jason and I had just secured girls to take to the sixth grade dance. It was
more exciting than seeing the space shuttle land. We were going on an
actual date. We stood at the sink of his house brushing our teeth. His
milk-chocolate skin and western bone structure were amazing in the morning
light.

The sun streamed in on his tender chest and arms. He had an undertone of
red and the edges of his features reflected a slight yellow. I was so
jealous of his looks and I think he knew it. Everything from his charcoal
gray sweat pants upwards was naked and calling to me for my pasty white
hands to cresses him. I was getting hard under my white board shorts and
green boxers.

On occasion one of us would let our elbow touch the other. We would brush
our arms against the other and he would pick at my oversized T shirt
sneaking a peek at what was underneath.

We rinsed our mouths and grabbed a few pop tarts from the kitchen cabinet.
Instead of turning on cartons or putting in a movie like so many times
before he put in some music. He stood in the middle of the floor and swayed
to the slow melodies of a fifties tune.

He said, "Kip, do you know how to slow dance?"

"No, Jason. I don't really know how to dance at all."

"Stand up and take off your shirt."

I stood but asked, "Why am I taking off my shirt?"

"Because were going to practice dancing and I want to feel your tits next to
mine."

"I'm a boy. We don't have tits."

He reached over and through my shirt he fondled my chest with both hands
while he swayed to the music of "Are their stars out tonight? I don't know
if it's cloudy or bright..." Then he slowly worked my shirt up higher and
higher. I just could not take the pleasure of his hands or the anticipation
of feeling his dark hands on my naked chest. So, I peeled off the shirt and
began to sway with him.

He drew in tight to my body and I started feeling his tits too. They were
soft and flat. His nipples were the color of strong coffee and his chest
felt as soft as a sweater. I could feel his breath on my face and could
smell the mint from his tooth paste.

He ran his fingers in circles all the way from my shoulder blades to my
waist band and their he explored the hot flesh resting just inside my
waistband. He ran the strip of flesh like a runner runs a lap around the
track. He came to rest on the small of my back and gave me a short gentle
hug. I sensed our bodies melting into one. His heart was in touch with
mine and his soul was enveloping my spirit. I was floating.

I responded in kind to his skin adventure. I let go of his tits and instead
of doing circles with my finger tips I made zigzags with my finger tips as I
felt him tense up slightly as his nipples came to attention and pointed
right at mine. I made my way to his waist band that had mysteriously fallen
to just cover his dick. I fed my finger tips inside and immediately felt
hair. Soft kinky hair and something more. I could feel the very base of
the shaft of his dick. And it was hard. So hard. I could not contain my
self. I had to look. I made room between us and tugged slightly on his
sweat pants. I reveled an inch...two inches... three inches and then let it
snap backing place.

Heat ran from my chest to the top of my head. He looked into my eyes and
said, "Kip. Your blushing. That's cute." and he drew me back to him. We
pressed our bodies into each other and swayed as the CD changed. "Wise men
say only fools fall in love..." he felt of my bare back and lay his head on
my shoulder. "I hope dancing with a girl is as good as dancing with you
Kip."

"I don't think they will take off their tops for us. But it would be nice."

"You don't know. We might get lucky." We dance some more in silence as he
began to move his erection against mine. I was not even looking and I could
tell where his dickhead was, his shaft was pointing, and his sack lie. I
was just as horny and was trying to do the same to him except my dick was
being held down by my boxers. His hair smelled of lavender conditioner and
his mint breath was hot on my neck.

He leaned his lips to my ear and asked, "Did you blush because you felt my
dick or because you saw my dick?"

I swallowed hard and answered, "Because you're wooden. I've never seen
another guys erection before. Your just looked so... so... I don't know...
great."

We went back to slow dancing and the song changed two more times before I
spoke. "You know I have three sisters? You know what they do just before a
date? They practice kissing. Once before the homecoming dance Shirley and
Tiffany were over getting ready. I could see them from my room. They were
all five in panties, and bras and two of my sister had on panty-hose. So
they were practically naked and I watched as they took turns trying
different kissing techniques. It was so hot watching Shirley and Tiffany
try frenching."

I ran my hands to the back of his waist band again only to find they had
worked themselves a little lower and I could now feel an inch of butt crack.
I fingered the crack and even let my index finger slip down under his
pants to his warm dark crevasse. He moaned a little and ground his hips
again into mine, if nothing else he was reminding me that he and I were
still stiff after four songs. He whispered to me, "we should practice
kissing too. I wouldn't want to be caught with a girl and not know what to
do." and he pressed his lips to mine.

My heart started beating faster and I began breathing more shallow. He
Kissed again and he let the inside of his upper lip slip into my lower lip.
He gently bit my lower lip and then let it go. I responded by licking his
pomegranate lips with my bubblegum colored tongue. He said in a husky
hushed tone, "lower your shorts as low as my pants. It's good. So good."
I let go of his butt cleavage and lowered my shorts and boxers to revile
almost half of my butt. I then felt his back side to find he had lowered
his to expose all of his butt, so I adjusted. We rocked back and forth as
we explored that special place always covered up. It was like we now
had little or no inhibitions.

We kept time to the next song as we captured each others tongues in our
mouths. I explored every centimeter of his wet hot love and he did the same
to me. I became aware of his naked hips touching my naked hips and then his
pubic hair tickling my pubic hair. My passion was building and my modesty
was escaping out the window. I place my white hand on his black shoulders
and ran them to his wrists where I took his hands off my naked butt. I
looked into his eyes and said, "I just can't stand it any longer. I want
to...I need to see it. See it all, up close."

I don't know if he knew what I was talking about when I started talking but
by the time I was lowering to my knees he had figured it out. I rested my
cheek on the bulge in his sweats and kissed the head. I smiled and moaned
and he also smiled and moaned. I took the elastic in both hands and pulled
straight out to let his erection pop out like a convict being released from
prison. I laughed in delight as I saw it so close to my face.

It was beautiful. It had one thick vein that ran almost straight up the
shaft to his gland. A second smaller more defined vein slipped over the
larger one and then back to it's side as it veered off to the left and
around the entire shaft and then met the crotch of his gland. That's where
I put my tongue. I ran the vein backwards to the base and stopped to kiss
the place where wrinkled skin meats smooth shiny skin. As I did that I
pulled the pants down to expose his balls. He stepped out of the pants and
stood naked like a human offering to my desires.

I went to kiss the head and found a pearl of pail colored liquid. I know
that any other eleven year old would have known about pre-cum, but Jason
had to tell me what I was looking at. I asked, "Do I make that too?"

He answered, "Stand up and we'll see." I stood and pulled my shorts and
boxers off at the same time. We stood completely exposed to each other like
two piano keys. He went to his knees and explored me like I had him. He was
a little more aggressive about it and started out sucking my balls into his
mouth.  They both fit so well and he moved them around with his tongue as
he felt my dick head with one hand and penetrated the moist flesh between
my legs that ran from my balls to my ass.

He picked up my balls and next stuck his tongue under them in the direction
of my ass hole. Finely he got to my shaft. He said, "You do make pre-cum."
he lowered his lips to the bottom of my gland and then drew them off slowly
savoring every inch and said, "And pre-cum taste good." he went back to
work on my missal and worked one inch after the next deeper and deeper into
his mouth. He got me all the way in and my four and a half inches quivered
in pleasure.

I could have cum in just a few more sucks but he stood and said, "We should
cum at the same time." then he took me by the hand and led me to his
bedroom. We trotted down the hall with our clothes left in a heap in the
living room. Our bare feet patted down the carpeted hall to his room done
in Jacky Chan posters. At some point he had scooped up the uneaten pop
tarts and lay them on his bed side table. He pulled back the coves and
placed one pillow at the foot of the bed. He asked, "Do you know what a 69
is?"

I smiled glibly. "Of course I do. Everyone knows what a 69 is. It's when
one person lays like this... so were going to 69 each other right now, aren't
we?"

With that he just lay with his head to the foot and pulled me in bed with
him. I was ready for anything by now. I was so horny I would have licked the
sweat off a buffalos nuts and been glad to do it if I could just get my
grapes to explode. I needed this more than breath or even life. I had to
ejaculate.

He settled in next to my body and said, "let's take it slow. I want this
feeling to last." I agreed and popped his dick into my mouth stroking the
base as I sucked. I had seen this on an internet movie. But when he said
"take it slow" he really meant it. He was starting by sucking on my big toe
and massaging my foot as he lightly stimulated my erection.

I don't know if this is logical or not but I figured if he was doing this to
me then he must want it done to him also. So I left his dick and started
licking his toes. It took a long time to make our way to each other's rods,
but they were still hard as rocks when our mouths arrived.

I did like the way his tongue felt on my feet and the way he lapped my inner
thigh like a dog and how he nuzzled my crotch with his nose. He even
licked right up next to my butt hole. I thought I was going to come unglued
when he did that. I followed suit and stimulated him lick for lick. And
now we were on each others shafts.

I should have tried to hold off longer but I was just too excited. He moved
his dark lips down my white shaft and swallowed me all the way up to my thin
crest of light brown pubes. I tried to do the same to him but he was a
little longer than me and I gagged at first and only after a few tries did I
get all the way to his crown of tight curly hairs. I let my lip rest on the
soft fuzz and worked my tongue up and down the shaft. I could feel his
hands on my back and running up and down my as crack. I felt his fingers
probe my hole and then switch seamlessly to pulling hard at my erect nipple.
I tried to follow his lead but it was just too much excitement for my
eleven year old body.

I quaked and gasped. My sperm shot deep into his mouth. I made noises like
a little girl crying with each explosion of passion. I unloaded bullet
after bullet down his thought. He never paused. He continued to suck and
lick. He fed a finger or two up my ass as I hit my climax and pulled on my
nipple like he thought it was detachable. I still had his dick in my mouth
but was not doing much sucking. I tried to focus on repaying the ecstasy of
his love but I was preoccupied with this flood of feeling, passion, emotion,
sensation, ecstasy after ecstasy shot into his hot wet body. I forced
myself to suck again on my third explosion. I took his dick in and clamped
down with my lips. I found his butt hole and plundered it with my two
largest fingers only to find them slip in with no resistance. I quickly
plundered with a third finger and shot another load down my lovers thought.
I reached for his nipple and opened my eyes to see my way. The first ting I
noticed was his balls had shrunk up to his shaft and were hugging his poll
under a hard wrinkly mass of skin the color of coco prouder. Another load
ran up my shaft and down his throat. I was almost done.

Now he began making the sounds of a Zulu warrior attacking a wild animal. He
shoved his rod in to the hilt and came. I also came again but because of
the pain in my balls figured it might be a dry orgasm. He let go of
everything but my dick and shot another load into me. My dick lay lose in
his mouth and I unloaded another dab of cream in it. He began feeling his
own body with his hands and I was just able to focus on his pleasure
instead of mine. I continued to probe his hole with one hand and switched
from one tit to the next with the other. He ran his fingers over his neck
and chest. He felt his stomach and then his ass. He came again in my mouth
and I got a good taste of his juice. It was salty and hot. I inhaled and
the ammonia filled my sinuses. I moved my head up and down a few more times
and he just kept coming. I was past the feel-good-point on my worn dick as
he never stopped sucking me. Again I could feel a last load building in my
balls and As Jason shot two more loads at my tonsils I managed one more
load.

I was done. I had swallowed all the vanilla pudding I could manage, but
Jason was still sucking my shaft. I tried to pry him off but he just would
not stop. I said, Jason, Were done."

He looked at me and with my limp dick still in his mouth he answered, "I
want seconds. Just keep doing me."

It took until noon for us to finish a second and then a third climax. We
lay under the covers resting in each others arms and declared our eternal
love for each other and that even when we were old and married we would meet
each other back in this very bed and love each others bodies until we were
satisfied.

We finally got around to eating the pop tarts and after that Jason wanted to
take a nap. We lay their sleeping the sleep of the innocent and the
satisfied until I woke Jason up at 1:30. "Jason. Jason. Wake up. What
time does your mother get home?"

About five. Why?"

What time does you father get home?"

"About 5:30 why?"

Let's do it all again. I mean starting with the dancing naked part."
He responded, "Lets start with the brushing teeth part and maybe we cold
through in a shower. Then we can dance all you want."

We sucked and came all day. We waited until we heard the tires of Jason's
mom on the gravel drive-way that we jumped up to put on cloths.

It was the next week end that we stayed in a tent in Jason's back yard. We
climbed in the tent about 10 at night and immediately striped naked. We had
a night of love making until we heard his parents leave in the dark hours of
the morning. We ran to the back door naked, leaving out cloths in the tent.
We spent the day giving and receiving orgasm after orgasm in every place
we could think of. On the stairs, on the back porch, in the kitchen, while
watching cartoons while looking at porn on the net. We spread our seed from
one corner of his house to the next. At the age of eleven we had experience
every physical pleasure known to human kind. All but one. And that next
camp out Jason and I figured out the fine points of the bear back butt fuck