Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2005 05:30:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: m w <mystery4637@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer With Eddie Part 1

First of all - Thanks for reading.  This is a work of
fiction about two young boys having sex.  While
nothing ever happened in my life exactly like this,
Eddie is definately a composite of myself and a few
real life friends of mine, and the narrator is also
inspired by real boys I went to school with.  If you
have any questions, comments, or just want to talk,
feel free to email me at mystery4637@yahoo.com

Summer with Eddie

Looking back on those days now, what I really liked
most about Eddie was that he was ready to go at all
times.  Let's get on our bikes and ride somewhere.
Let's go to my aunt's house and see if she has any
cookies.  Let's go down to the basement and watch a
movie.  Summers in rural Kentucky were an endless
stream of days with nothing to do; while those hot,
oppressive days of July fly by in adulthood, they last
forever between 6th and 7th grade, each day less
eventful than the last.  Eddie always had something to
pull out of his bag of tricks.  There was always
another creek to explore, another fort to plan in one
of his neighbor's backyards, another wild animal to
capture in the woods behind his house.

I now realize that in addition to always being up for
new adventures of his own design, Eddie was also horny
as fuck.  His parents were by no means rich, and his
summer uniform usually consisted of a ratty t-shirt
and a pair of thin sweat shorts that usually didn't
leave much to the imagination.  Eddie was a fat kid,
but he did have a healthy, fat, little piglet of a
dick which was always swelling in his thin shorts at
one time or another.  Sometimes I could see up his
shorts when he was sitting just so.  I could see his
balls clinging tightly to his body just below the base
of his dick.  He was totally hairless and pink, and on
the hottest days I could see the sweat glisten off his
sack, and even just below, where the flesh of his butt
cheeks began to part.  His dick amazed me.  It was
uncut which was something I had never seen before.  If
we were out getting muddy, or out swimming somewhere,
I could see right through his shorts and see the
outline of his cock clinging to his leg.  If he was
aroused at all his head would peak out of the tan skin
that covered the head of his dick.

When he was around me he never made it a point to
cover up.  Even when I couldn't make out the outline
of his penis or see up his shorts, he was usually in
some other stage of undress.  He had a belly that hung
over his waist line like a true man's gut, and the way
he walked around, swinging it from side to side, you
could tell he wasn't ashamed of it.  I was big but I
was shy, so I always looked up to Eddie.  I was pure
baby fat.  My belly sat around my middle like a tire,
with a crease in the middle that rose up to my belly
button.  Where I was flabby and lumpy, Eddie was firm
and round.  His tits sat right on top of his belly,
with quarter sized, dark brown nipples.  My tits
sagged.  I had large, pink nipples that were usually
inverted except when I was very cold, or, later in
life, when they were being sucked on.

What I wanted most was to be able to carry myself like
Eddie.  He wore his gut like a badge of honor.  All I
could do was pray that nobody would ever touch my
belly, or worse, that nobody would put me into a
position where I had to take my shirt off in public.
At night I dreamed about being in bed with Eddie,
clinging to my blankets like I wanted to cling to him.
 I knew Eddie had a bigger sister, in High School, and
he often hung out with older kids when I wasn't
around.  I knew he had made some jokes about jerking
off in my presence but I didn't really understand what
he was talking about.  But I knew I wanted in, like
Eddie was already some part of a mysterious,
adults-only sex club that I could only dream of
glimpsing.

The week before school started I got my first look.
We were at his house, in the basement.  His parents
had a finished basement with a big TV and a couple of
tag sale couches down there, covered in old pillows
and blankets which made for plenty of privacy, even if
a curious adult happened to wander downstairs.  We had
stayed up late enough to watch the Top Ten list on the
Late Show before I got the nerve to ask Eddie a few
questions.  "Do you jerk off?"  Eddie stayed quiet for
a while.  "Yeah, everyone does.  What, you don't?"  I
wasn't sure how to reply but I didn't want to seem
like a little kid.  "Yeah, of course I do, penis
breath!"  This got him to chuckle a little bit, and I
was relieved that I had defused the situation a
little.  It was now bold Eddie's turn to ask a
question, and he didn't disappoint.  In fact, it
wasn't even a question, but a demand.
"Show me your dick."
"Haha, no."
"I just want to see it, what's the big deal?  It's not
like it's a big deal or anything.  You've seen mine."

I felt caught.  I knew it must have been pretty
obvious that I tried to get a look at Eddie's goods a
number of times but I never thought that I would ever
be confronted with it.  I knew that Eddie was not
ashamed of his body, though, and now that I knew that
he knew I was so interested suddenly made me very
excited.  I tried to convince him to forget about the
whole thing but he wasn't having any of it.  When
Eddie pulled a blanket off of him to reveal that he
wasn't wearing anything but his t-shirt, what I mostly
felt was shock and fear, that Eddie was going too
fast, like he was getting himself into something he
couldn't get out of, and would suddenly just stop.

It didn't happen, though.  My cover was torn off my
body before I could protest, exposing my hard on
through my briefs.  Eddie pinned me down, his belly
resting on top of mine, his hands squeezing my legs
together.  I could see that his dick wasn't totally
hairless.  Around the base was a fine ring of dark
brown pubic hairs, but his balls were still pink, and
tight up close around his body.  He began to put his
weight down on me, making it hard to breath, but there
was another reason I wasn't breathing.  As he was
pinning me down, Eddie's asshole was no more than 3
inches from my face.  With his ass up in the air, his
cheeks were spread, but with Eddie's big bubble butt,
his actual hole was still deep inside of him.  I could
just make out the soft pink folds indicating exactly
where any farts could come from, if Eddie felt so
inclined.
"Ok, you gonna show me your dick now?"
"Maybe if you get your butt hole out of my face you
weirdo!" I gagged.
"I guess it's a good thing I haven't taken a shit in
like 6 days, then!"
At this point I new I was going to be ok.  Eddie was
poor, but he wasn't dirty, and he took showers as
often as I washed my hands.  I knew despite that I had
this fat middle school aged boy's shit hole in my
face, there would be no way he could do something as
filthy as that.  Meanwhile, my briefs were down around
my ankles.
"I thought you said this thing wasn't that big," he
said.
"It isn't," I replied.
"Well, it does look different from mine, but most
other guy's I've seen are like yours.  I wasn't
circumcised, wanna see?"
Of course I did.
"Uh^Å.yeah, I suppose."
He got off me and, amazingly, sat down on my tits,
putting his rock hard cock right in my face.
"See?  The skin rolls back and forth, like this" he
demonstrated.
"If you keep doing that you're going to shoot sperm
out" I said.  I had read about it in a book my dad had
given me but I hadn't really realized up until that
point that along with microscopic sperm, other stuff
might shoot out along with it.
"Yeah, so what?  I jerk off all the time.  You mean
you've never tasted it or anything?" he asked.
Once again I didn't want to seem like I was just a
little kid.
"Well, I mean^Åmaybe just my own.  I mean.  How much
comes out?  Maybe I thought I had shot some stuff out
but maybe it was something else."

I had given myself up.  I had played with my dick but
nothing had ever come out of it except pee before.
Eddie said he would show me if I promise to taste some
of it.  He knew some guys in high school who jerked
off together and anybody new had to taste it so they
knew they could trust him not to tell.  I agreed.  I
saw Eddie get off the couch and stand up in front of
me.  He pulled up his t-shirt to reveal the bottom of
his belly, and with his other hand he began so
savagely beat his dick.  His small nuts bounced back
and forth on his legs and he plugged away at his fat
little tool, and what seemed like only a few seconds
later, his knees bent, he leaned back, and began to
drop several gobs of cum onto the carpet.  When he was
done, he stood there, expectantly.
"So what do I do now?" I asked.
"You gotta come over here to get a taste" he said.
"You mean like^Åoff the floor or something?"
"Well, that's not really where most of it is."
He was right, too.  His cum was thick and gooey, and
most of it was still on his dick.  I could see some
glistening on the head of his dick, now partially
covered by his foreskin.  I got on my knees quickly
and licked the end of his dick.  What I tasted was a
sweet dollop of his cum, so thick you could almost
chew it.  I inhaled and smelled his crotch, rubbed raw
from the day's bicycle riding, and the sweat and funk
that can always be found underneath the foreskin of
boys that age.  He pulled back the skin more to reveal
a slick of cum covering the top of his head.  I took
his head into my mouth and pulled out quickly,
dragging against his dick with my lips, making sure to
get all of it.

That night I didn't cum for the first time.  That was
with Eddie as well but was several months later.  What
I did do for the first time was hold someone.  After
we were all cleaned up I crawled onto the big couch
with Eddie and wrapped one of my arms around him, just
above his belly and nestled under his breasts.  I
rested my chin on his shoulder and inhaled deeply,
smelling the sweat behind his ear.  In the middle of
the night sometime he moved over to the other couch
because of the heat in the basement, but I still felt
warm and safe knowing that he was in the room when I
woke up.  I also felt warm and safe knowing that I had
a good friend I could suddenly trust more than I had
trusted anyone before, and that so many of our
adventures had only just begun.