Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2009 22:44:31 -0500
From: Kyle Hansen <feetbalz@live.com>
Subject: stupid things happen part 2

I really liked hearing from people who liked my first story.  No one flamed
me.  Let me know if this is as good or just boring.  Thanks y'all.
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Stupid Things Happen, a second chapter
By Kyle, feetbalz@live.com

School started and everybody was mostly just visiting with everybody else
that they hadn't seen all summer.  There were guys who came to school with
a lot different clothes, like better than they normally wear.  And some
guys with hair that was all spiked up or just a lot longer.  I think all
the girls got bigger tits over the summer.  I did like just seeing
everybody.  But I really wished it was still summer.

None of the guys from the sleepover really even said anything about it.  It
was the extreme we had ever gone before.  Sucking and all that.  And most
didn't even know about me and Marcus after everybody else went to sleep.
That night was just another summer night and everything was cool.

Even Marcus hadn't said anything.  But then, he started talking about the
next weekend on Tuesday.  It was about us sleeping over.  I was hoping that
he was thinking what I was thinking.  Neither one of us talked about doing
stuff with each other but that is what I was thinking.

Finally, Friday got here.  We played around, ate dinner, watched a couple
of really good movies on video, went to Braum's for ice cream with my dad
and listened to him trying to be kewl.  And then went to my room.  We got
ready for bed, which meant taking everything off except our underwear.  I
put my iPod in the dock and got it loud enough to not get in trouble.  And
we sat on the bag chairs in the corner of my room.

We started talking about sex.  And for some reason we talked about our
friend Greg.  We were saying things about how horny he would get when there
were girls.  And how he would get boners in class.  I was saying things
like that and the whole time I knew Greg was not like that at all.  Greg
barely noticed girls.  It wasn't that he like boys better, he barely
noticed boys.  Greg is big.  He is strong and a pretty good athlete.  If he
can do something to impress you with how strong he is, he will do it.  He
only talks about girls and sex if everybody else is talking about it.  Greg
has a big butt!  He also has a thick dick but its not too long.  He has
some weird pubic hair too.  I've even seen Greg hard several times.  Once
was actually many times, it was last weekend.  But I also saw him trying to
piss with a hard on when we went camping.

I'm sitting there thinking it was all BS about Greg.  It was more about how
I am, at least when I said things, and about Marcus when he said it.  We
were the horny ones.  And the ones who liked to look at dicks and just boys
naked.

I really liked sitting there with Marcus.  I kept looking at his underwear.
The way he was sitting, it was hard for me to tell if he had a hard on. It
looked like he might have had a hard on.  I could see the head of his dick
poking out his underwear but that was bunched up and loose.  Marcus doesn't
have huge balls so they didn't fill up the pouch of his underwear.

I was hard.  I'm sure Marcus could tell if he was looking.  I know that he
was looking sometimes.  I had one of those things where your ball sack gets
stuck to your leg and you have to reach down and pull it free.  When I did
that, I could see Marcus looking down and then smiling when he looked up.
I kept getting harder when we kept talking and I kept looking.

Marcus was wearing tighty-whiteys.  They were his new ones to start school.
They were fluffy and didn't have any rips or tears.  I did see some stains
right where is dick was.  They didn't look like pee stains.  It got me
wondering if he was jacking off into his underwear.  It looked a lot like
the stains I had a couple of times.  I didn't want to just shoot on my
sheets so I would take off my underwear and shoot into them.  That made
some real stains.  One was really bad, it was like right over my hole.  My
brother talked to me.  I'm certain that it was my mom, who does all the
wash in the house, who told him to talk to me about it.  He told me there
was a whole stack of washcloths in the bathroom that I really should use.

Marcus and I were sitting so close together that I could smell him, like
smelling his junk.  It was almost like steak.  I kept breathing in and
smelling him.  His underwear kept looking so fluffy and soft.  I really
wanted to put my head in his lap.  It was going to be even better if I
could feel his hard on hitting my face.  I was thinking about just doing
that, putting my head down on his underwear.  I could feel his underwear on
my cheek, smell his scent, and feel his hard on.  I didn't even realize
that I was feeling my own hard on right then.

It was too bright in my room and I turned off the main lights and it was
just a couple of lava lamps, I love those.  That is when we really got
talking about sex.  We talked about what happened the last weekend and that
we were both cool about it.  Then is went from just being cool with it to
being a lot of things really good about it.  We talked about how he had to
suck me but then it turned out that forcing him to suck me was a good
thing.

I knew right then we were going to do more of that.  If we weren't so
stupid, we would have just gone ahead and pulled off our underwear and
started sucking each other.  But we kept playing around and not really
saying things.  Then Marcus pulled his underwear down in the front, he was
showing me where he thought was the best place to suck him.  My heart was
beating so hard, my hands were sweaty, my hard on was itching, I wanted to
suck him or at least just touch his dick.

My hearing wasn't really working, I was just thinking and looking.  Marcus
reached over and flipped my balls up and down.  He asked me if I was hard
too.  When I didn't answer, he wanted to feel for himself.  I was so hard
that my hard on was sticking up and all he was touching were my balls.

When Marcus didn't pull his underwear back up, I pulled mine down.  Marcus
could see my balls and dick.  We quit talking about Greg and what happened
the weekend before.  It was more like we were talking about what we were
going to do with each other.

Several times during the week, I got thinking about sucking his dick.  I
couldn't believe that I did that.  It wasn't so much that I sucked him but
that I put his dick in my mouth.  I had always worried about the taste and
if his dick was going to be nasty.  At first, I leaned over and put my face
right there next to his dick.  I was going to suck him then but I thought
to myself that I should make it last a little longer.  The major word is
little.  I didn't wait too long to try to suck him again.  All of his junk
smelled so good.  I recognized that smell, it was what Marcus smelled like.
All the times we sat together on the couch, or in the car, or while
sleeping together, I really loved how he smelled.

Not counting my brother and that is a weird thing, the only dick I have
ever sucked is Marcus'.  And it takes me a while to really do it.  I think
that it should be nasty and I'm not sure that I want it in my mouth.  When
I first get his dick in my mouth, I do taste some piss.  Its almost like
sucking on foil.  I can tell its piss.  Its really not too bad when I do
taste it.  Its not like I want to spit it out, its more like I want to get
used to that taste.  It really doesn't last long.  My mouth is watering so
much that it just washes all the piss taste away.

I breathe in and taste cum as I keep going.  There is as taste like its
new, just shot cum but there is also some old cum taste.  Like I have
smelled my old underwear when I don't change it every day in the summer.
But its also like Marcus smells, like his old cum.  That taste really makes
my mouth water.  And sucking his dick gets all sloppy and wet.  That cum
tastes lasts a while then its like pure clean skin.  And then I start
thinking about how it feels more than tastes.  Marcus has a really hard
dick.  It won't bend much at all.  And it feels like a rock under the skin.
His skin is soft and flexible and slides up and down his dick.  It feels
good on my lips.

I know sucking doesn't mean actually sucking but I do suck in and move my
head up and down.  My tongue does a lot of stuff and it seems like where
ever my tongue touches his dick, he loves it.  I get to a point that he has
to make me stop.  And I'm glad.  I can suck his dick but I am not ready to
have cum in my mouth, or throat, or belly.  I don't even like my cum
touching me when I jack off.

The first time he made me stop, I leaned back and we smiled at each other.
I said something stupid and he laughed.  Then he asked if I was ready for
my turn.  He put his fingers on my chest and started walking them down my
belly.  And he would back up and then get close.  I was shivering when he
was doing that.  I looked down and saw a string of clear cum from the tip
of my dick to the chair.  I don't think it was cum, I didn't feel myself
cumming.  Then Marcus grabbed my dick, between two fingers.  As soon as
touched my dick, I laid back and was really enjoying him touching me.  I
wasn't even watching him feeling my dick.

Then I almost jumped out of my body.  Marcus didn't mess around and just
put my dick in his mouth and barely touch it with his lips, he put his
whole mouth on it.  It felt wet and hot.  It was like my entire dick was
covered in tongue and cheeks and all that.  I could feel his tongue, his
teeth and the back of his mouth.  I could throw my hips up and hit the back
of his throat and it would make him gag just a little. But he didn't stop.

When I felt like I was about to cum, I let him know.  He stopped and laid
back and his dick was pointing straight up.  I had to go back and start
sucking him again.  He was good tasting again.  He stopped me again, and it
wasn't very long.  I didn't stay any longer after he told me to stop.

When he started sucking me, and it was not completely right away, I knew I
was about to cum.  I rubbed his shoulders and started saying "dude, dude,
I'm going to cum".  I was holding it so much and I kept saying "dude" and
"cum".  He took his mouth off the exact second that cum squirted out.  I
watched it squirt up in the air, and then my dick would move and then
flinch up and another thing of cum would squirt.

I didn't want to suck his dick any more but I could jack him.  And I did
and I could tell he was loving it.  It was so cool to see him squirt cum.
Not just the cum coming out but how his dick was moving every time he
squirted.

We just laid there for a while.  Completely naked and our dicks just
hanging out.  I could hear him laughing a little bit but mostly I could
hear my heart pounding in my ears.  We were both about to fall asleep like
that when we knew we had to get up and move.  We went into my bathroom and
we wiped our bellies and between our legs.  I was looking at Marcus in the
mirror the entire time.  I was feeling a little guilty, a little weird, but
when I saw him smiling, I felt great.

We were about to go to bed but we both wanted something to drink, and
bathroom water was not good enough.  I don't know why but we dared each
other to go into the kitchen without putting any clothes on.  We could get
there without going in front of my parents but we had to be quick and
quiet.  We made it to the front hall and then went through the den and
dining room.  My dick was flopping around at first but it was getting hard
again as we snuck around.  When we got to the kitchen, we started sucking
on a big bottle of coke.  We made enough noise that my mom yelled to see
what we were doing.

When we snuck back into my room, we also decided to sleep naked.  I do that
sometimes but not with a boy.  Other than a few times with my brother.  I
don't know when I finally fell asleep but we spent hours in bed and feeling
each other.

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