Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 02:51:11 -0400
From: Chris Nye <chrisbiny@hotmail.com>
Subject: You're Gonna Eat Those Words

You're Gonna Eat Those Words
By Chris Nye

Some of my stories are true, some mostly true and some are fantasies...this
story is one of the above. Please let me know if you like it and you'd like
to hear more from me. You might also like my series called "The Accident."

Pete and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. Our parents were
friends, so we spent a lot of time together. Pete and I were always very
into outdoor activities, especially camping. There is something very
liberating about getting away from the `rents and camping on your own...even
if it is only in your own back yard. As you probably know by now, my name is
Chris and I've told you some of the stories from my childhood. I had seen
Pete naked a bunch of times when we changed in and out of swim suits or at
the showers at the YMCA. By the time we were 13, we had mutually discovered
our cocks and the feelings we could get out of them with a little
manipulation. Everything started off very innocently. We were just two young
teens talking about girls we liked and which ones we wanted to kiss or take
to a movie. We progressed to talking about how and why our dicks would get
hard. We called them `boners.' I was so Naive, because I always thought
there was a bone in my penis and I couldn't figure out how and why the bone
would stiffen.  Pete was always a little more savvy than I was, so he
explained things. At this age, we had no clue what to do with our stiffies
except get them hard and compare them. At age 13, my shorter friend had a
much larger cock than me. His was a thick 7 inches, while mine was a very
thin 4-1/2 inches. Pete never said anything about how much bigger he was, but
I could tell he was very proud of his size. He was a very smooth, brown
Italian kid with dark hair and eyes. He was only about 5'5 and built like a
tank...very tough. I was your typical scrawny all-American kid. I had short
light brown hair, blue eyes and not a single hair anywhere on my body except
for a little fuzz above my crotch. Pete had underarm hair which fascinated
me.

One day, while we were swimming, Pete was wearing a new bathing suit. He had
bragged about his new name-brand sports wear and was showing it off. The
bathing suit was nothing to speak of, that I could tell...It just looked like
a typical white bathing suite with the sports company's logo on it. I really
didn't care as much as Pete seemed to. That is...I didn't care until he got in
the pool and then got out a few minutes later to get on the diving board.
Once this flimsy white bathing suit got wet, it was TOTALLY see through. And
I mean totally. I just stared at Pete's cock. I couldn't believe how big it
was even when flaccid. I just couldn't resist but knock him down a peg or
two about his new suit. So, I pointed out `the emperor's new clothes.' He
got really pissed at me, like it was my fault. To this day, I have no idea
why I said anything because he quickly changed out of them. What can I say...I
was a naive kid.

That night, our parents were playing bridge and Pete was allowed to stay
over in my pup tent. We had everything planned. We stocked up on Oreos and
our all-time favorite; Pringles potato chips. We had a supply of food, Coke
and I had even snuck out some of my father's porn magazines. (That's a story
in and of itself---You can read my other story "My Father's Closet.") We were
all set.

Around midnight, Pete's mom and dad left and my parents went to bed. We
waited for a bit, then whipped out the porn. I don't know why, but Pete
always argued that the huge cocks and cum was fake. He just didn't believe
that these pictures were real. We flipped through the pages and talked about
the things that we would like to try. We were both obsessed with the idea of
oral sex. Partly because we just couldn't imagine that anyone would want to
put a cock in their mouth. "Why would a woman want something that was just
used to pee with, in their mouth. Eccchhhh." The very idea was disgusting.
However, we both came to the conclusion that a warm mouth wrapped around our
cocks must feel really good.

Up to this point, we had played with our cocks and even touched each other's
cocks, but nothing else. We had never even seen each other cum. Until
recently, I never had. But a couple months prior to this evening, I had
started to have orgasms with a little clear discharge.

While we were flipping through the pages, there was a picture of this one
guy jacking off. He had a really big cock and Pete said, "I bet that would
really hurt if he fucked a girl with that." We laughed a little about how
large he was and turned to the next page. We were both totally and
completely shocked with what we saw next. The guy with the monster cock was
sucking it. "Oh, my God! He's sucking his own cock." Little did I know that
this even was going to be the set-up for things to come.  Nothing else
happened that night. We simply went to bed.  It wasn't until a few weeks
later that the big event happened.

A few weeks later, it was bridge night again at our house. We set everything
up for the tent and Pete specifically asked me to go to my dad's closet and
get THAT magazine.  He wanted to see the magazine with the guy who could
suck his own cock.  After things settled down in our house, we were able to
pull out the magazine and look at it again. Pete said something that I'll
never forget (and you've all heard this joke before) "Man, if I could do
that...I'd NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE!" I just laughed and said me too.  For some
reason, it wasn't such a disgusting idea to suck your own cock.  We
continued looking at some of the other porn magazines, got ourselves all
worked up and rolled over to go to sleep.

I just couldn't get comfortable with my hard on and the very erotic images
running through my head. I also couldn't get out of my head what Pete just
said to me. I rolled over to him and asked, "Pete, are you still awake?"

"Yes" He answered.

"Did you mean what you said before about, `if you could do that, you'd never
leave the house."

"God, yeah!" he said "Wouldn't you do that?"

"Yeah. I bet it feels really good. I'm gonna make you eat those words" I
responded. We both laughed at the stupid joke for a full minute. Then there
was an awkward pause. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?."

Pete rolled over to face me and said, "What's that?"

"Well, if you'd suck your own dick and I'd suck my own dick, then I guess it
wouldn't be so gross if...if we sucked each others."

Pete laughed a little then admitted, "I've been trying to suck mine ever
since you showed me that picture. I can't."  It turns out that, after I fell
asleep that night a few weeks earlier, Pete snuck out to the cabana and
tried to do what he saw in the picture. And ever since, he'd been trying
every possible position he could think of to get his fat teen cock into his
mouth. Nothing worked.

"Well?" I asked.

There was a pause. "If you go first."

"Ok." He wasted no time and pulled down the sleeping bag to reveal his hard
cock tenting his shorts. He yanked down the shorts and his cock went down
with them and then sprang back slapping his stomach. I can still hear that
sound today.  "Go for it." He said. I got up close to his cock and just
marveled at how much bigger it was than mine. We were only 13 and his looked
as big as an adults. I got closer and could smell a combination of chlorine
from the pool and his scent. Pete always had a sweet smell about him...a smell
I really liked.  "What are you waiting for?" he asked. I was still very
unsure about all this...after all, he pees out of this. Part of my mind was
grossed out, but my better half couldn't wait to have his mouth wrapped
around my cock.

I put my hand around his cock and pulled it up off his stomach. My small
hand didn't even wrap all the way around it. I lowered my head and put the
top part of his cock in my mouth and just held it there. I had no clue what
to do. "Move your mouth up and down" he said. I did as he asked and started
to taste his skin and feel the sensation of having his meat in my mouth. I'm
sure I wasn't very good then, but that didn't seem to matter at the time.
Pete began moaning and telling me how good it felt. I could taste something
a little different coming out of his piss slit...but it was sweet and I didn't
mind. I think Pete lasted all of one minute before he said, "Get ready."

"Get ready for what?" I thought. I was so fucking naive. I kept my mouth on
his cock as he erupted. I was totally taken aback and pulled away
immediately. What I saw shocked me. A very thick white cream was oozing out
of his cock, just like in the porn magazines.  I had no idea he could cum
yet. Some of it was in my mouth, but most of it was on his cock and my
blanket.

"That was the best thing ever" he said.  There was a sense of great pride
that I had given my best friend his first blow job.

"Your turn" I said, as I pulled down my briefs, my much smaller, thinner
cock was standing at attention against my stomach. I lay back as my best
friend swallowed me whole.  It wasn't that difficult to do. The second his
warm mouth surrounded my cock I was in heaven. "Oh, shit" Was about all I
could mutter. Pete was really good with his mouth. I think he had really
thought about this a lot over the past weeks. He played with my walnut sized
balls with one hand while he stroked with the other. I only lasted as long
as he had and started to have the strongest orgasm I ever had.  I didn't
even have time to warn him. He didn't really know I was cumming because I
couldn't cream yet. I asked him to stop...I get over sensitive after I cum. He
asked me what was wrong, and I explained that I had already cum. I also had
to explain that I couldn't produce cream like he could. Actually, that
worked in my favor, because every time we would get together (one of two
times a week) to suck each others teens cocks, he would let me cum in his
mouth. Once I could shoot like he could, he wouldn't let me. I on the other
hand, couldn't wait to taste his cum. That was the beginning of a very oral
summer.

Please let me know what you think. You can email me at Chrisbiny@hotmail.com
  Till next time--Chris