Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 22:28:51 -0500 From: BttFace@aol.com Subject: Thursday Nights! The usual disclaimers, if you don't like adolescent MM sex why are you even on this site? And certainly don't read any of the following story! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story is copyrighted to the owner of the E-mail address "BttFace@aol.com" and should not be reproduced with out written consent. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yeah! It was Thursday night after dinner and my parents were getting ready to go out for a couple of hours (7-9pm) as usual. I was in my room listening to my stereo and quickly changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt and waited anxiously for them to leave. Fortunately my mom is always 10 min. early for everything so with the 20min. drive they had to leave at 6:30pm. She opened my door and said goodbye while I sat on my bed acting like I was doing homework. I heard the back door close and watched the car back out of the driveway. I ran to the bathroom, got on the toilet and made sure I was "empty front and back." Then I quickly stripped and jumped into the shower. I got wet, lathered up, paying special attention to and my crotch and ass, going so far as to get soap lather up my tight 14 yr. old asshole with a finger, and rinsed off. I didn't towel off, but slipped my T-shirt back on and went to the phone and dialed my best friends number. His mom answered and I asked if I could speak to John, she said "hold on" and I heard her call him. When he came to the phone I told him that I "was alone and maybe he could come over and help me out." He of course knew what I meant by that, since we'd been "playing" in a sexual way for sometime. It had started innocently put had progressed with some regularity as we got older. He replied, "OK I'll be over in a few minutes." We only lived a block a part from each other. He soon showed up at my front door, which I opened so I was behind it shielding me from view from outside, since on this particular occasion I was only wearing a T-shirt. As he stepped into the living room I closed the door behind him revealing to him my state of undress and my hard-on. John was ahead of me in his development through puberty, which I got to watch over time, and anticipate the changes that I would go through too. His body, being advanced in maturity, fascinated me. I told him to go and pick out some porn magazines from my step-fathers closet, which he did, he then returned to the livingroom and sat on the loveseat and started to look through them. I would find a picture I liked and show him and then look at what he was looking at. The magazines were pretty tame, mostly Playboy, with just naked women alone posing, but that wasn't what I wanted to see! He knew this too, and soon he had opened his pants to relieve his hard-on, which I would take a hold of and jerk a little and then lean over and start sucking it. After sometime of this he'd stand up and usually take off his pants, and we'd lay on the floor. I'd soon be in a 69 position on top of him sucking him while he'd lick my crotch behind my balls and sometimes giving me a rimjob. This always got me so hot, and I'd then lay on my stomach and let him slide his cock between my ass cheeks until he'd cum. I wonder if he ever knew how close he was to being able to fuck me in the ass? I always wanted him to but was scared he'd hurt me with his already manly cock. I had done some "anal play" by myself with several things that were close to his size, in preparation for the time I'd actually let him. His aggressive style always made scared and I would chickened out. What a shame now in retrospect. Shortly after he'd cum he'd get dressed and leave, maybe a half hour after we started. I always wondered what his folks thought about these brief outings, but figured he was just going out to get "high." After he would leave I would lick his cum off of whatever we had used to clean up with and then go down to the basement to finish what I had started thinking about while waiting for my folks to leave. With hand lotion in hand I'd get the broom, which on the handle I'd had made a mark of how long I thought John was and start/finish my anal play. Well lubed and horny as hell, I'd prop the broom against the corner which was formed by the floor and the wall. Then I'd lean back taking it in slowly and start to move back and forth on it until I got to where the mark indicating what I thought John's length was reached. Once fully impaled I would rock back and forth and jerk myself off until I would cum incredibly hard. Next, I'd clean up the mess I made on the broom and floor and return up stairs and hop back into the shower. Quickly washing off, I'd jump out and go back and make sure any evidence of our/my activities (i.e. Put away the mags.) was cleaned up, disposed of and put on the same outfit I was wearing when my folks had left.. Then I'd wait anxiously for the next time I could get with him, and maybe not chicken out!