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TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Greg's First Time TaleRated: X ages 13
I hit puberty at twelve. It was just as we started sixth grade. I was the first. I told my closest friends how I was getting pubes and how my dick was getting bigger and my balls had dropped. Some of them wanted to see, so I showed them. I asked a couple of them if they had pubes or if their dicks or balls were growing, but only a couple were. Two of them, Brian and Trent, showed me their dicks and balls. They didn't have any hairs, not like I did, just a couple here and there. It was still pretty exciting seeing their stuff. So all my stuff was the biggest, and I was the only one of us with pubes. I didn't have a lot of hairs yet, but I did have actual pubes coming in, not just a few wild hairs spaced way apart here and there. It's not like I had a big dick or balls, but they were sure bigger than Brian's and Trent's. I'd seen a couple other friends' junk, but only while taking a piss or something, nothing like the actual show with Brian and Trent. From what I could see, I was the biggest, easy.
During sixth grade I started getting a sex drive, too. I was beating it off a lot. I was also squirting a bit. It was just those first pubescent ejaculations, just watery droplets and such, but it was such a big deal, ya know? I told my friends, of course. By this time I was hoping some of them would ask to see me do it. Ya know? But no one did.
I wasn't the only one beating off. Almost all my friends were doing that. We talked about it a lot. We all had computers then, even though they weren't in every house yet, not like now. We were dorks and geeks for the most part, and into computers and such. So of course we'd seen the porno sites and talked about them. We even shared the URLs of the ones we found with each other. Videos weren't very common yet, so most of what we saw and talked about were picture sites. When one of us came across a new video site we hurriedly shared the URL to be the big-shot who found it.
So I knew my closest friends jerked it too, but I was the only one squirting. At least actually squirting. Todd claimed he did, but he was small and didn't show off any pubes, so we expected he was bullshitting us. But some of them said they made a sticky, slippery coating on their dick head when they did it long enough. They said it felt better when it happened, so maybe they did. But they didn't claim to actually shoot anything.
Sixth grade was pretty cool. I was sort of the king of pubes and squirts.
The summer was pretty fun. We were looking forward to junior high and being big-shots. I was looking forward to seeing naked guys in the showers. Naked guys were still pretty rare on the internet back then. I'd seen a few, even saw some in action in the short videos you could sometimes find. But the videos were really low resolution and very short. Nothing like you can find today. They were like the bad animated thumbnails of today.
Me and my friends spent a lot of time on our computers. Alone. You didn't do porn with friends back then. Well, you did, with your best bud, but then he went home to jerk off.
I was almost desperate to get a friend to jack of with me. Or at least show off their junk. But as puberty took hold, the guys were more bashful about boners and sex stuff. It was a major tease of a summer.
Then seventh grade started. Yeah, I loved the showers. I got to see my friends naked. The ones who were in the class with me. And so many other guys. Some of the eight-grade boys were really developing. I loved that! Seeing those big dicks and hanging balls, and those wet, slick, tight bodies. Those nice asses. But the pubes really were the best part. I just loved seeing a guy's pubes.
So I was figuring out I was gay. In that time it was just not cool. At all.
Another good thing about junior high was all the new faces. There were so many new guys to look at. And to make friends with. I wasn't all that shy, I just had to be really careful about my burgeoning homosexuality. Being a computer nerd and gaming geek I made plenty of new friends in junior high.
I fell in love, too. I was heavy into fit guys with sandy-blond hair and blue or green eyes. Brown eyes could be pretty sexy too. But those sandy-blond guys... wow. Not jocks. Not many jocks, anyway. They were plenty hot, but I knew they were just not... accessible. Most of them made fun of me and my dorky friends anyway, so that ruined them in that regard.
But then there was Jeff and Mark. They were fellow dorks, but oh so hot. Perfect color hair, one with blue eyes the other with green, both lean and fit, and both obviously in puberty as well. They were easy to make friends with, as we shared so many likes and hobbies. Jeff was a gamer, DnD if you haven't guessed, while Mark was the computer dork.
They were both so hot. For dorks. Hell, it was hard to see them as dorks. They could have been 'regular' guys if they were into sports or 'regular' things. Thankfully, they weren't.
Of course neither of them were in my gym class, so my imagination filled in the mysterious bulges they showed. Sigh.
As seventh grade went along, I made sure to make good friends of both Jeff and Mark, as well as others. Like I said, I wasn't all that shy, I just had to hide that I was a fag.
By midterms, Jeff was riding his bike to my house most weekends, either before or after our DnD gaming sessions. Usually we gamed at one of three guys' places who had a big basement or other room we could game in. Frank's big basement rec room was the most used, and he lived just about a mile from me. So it was almost every weekend that Jeff would come stay at my place when we didn't have a full weekend campaign.
Sometimes I spent a few hours at Mark's, with him and his ever-changing computers. His folks were rich enough that he was always upgrading his computer. We'd spend hours programming and gaming on his computers. He had about four or five complete systems by then, and we'd sometimes have them all networked and play games capable of network play with several other guys, most of whom he knew from elementary school. It was fun.
But it was Jeff that took most of my free time. Some of my friends from elementary school, the guys I grew up with and who lived nearby, got jealous. I mean, I'd sometimes blow them off to go over to Jeff's before and after gaming sessions.
There were very good reasons, but I couldn't tell my friends.
First, I was crushing of Jeff something serious. He was completely nice, a lot of fun, and downright sexy. Second, he liked talking sex stuff with me. More than we did with the other guys. When it was just me and him, we'd really get into specifics and details. By the end of seventh grade, I knew so much more about his sexual exploits than I did about almost all my other friends put together. And third, of all the guys I knew, Jeff seemed the most likely to be, well, maybe gay. Mostly because he was so easy to talk to about jacking off, how much we came, how far we shot it, what ways we liked to do it, all kinds of stuff. And lastly, he never bugged me about what girls I liked. Girls were the top topic, of course, but not with Jeff. It was great not to have to deal with that issue for a while, so spending time with Jeff was an escape from that.
So, yeah, Jeff was just the best.
During the summer after seventh grade, I spent so much time with Jeff. We became best buds, for sure. We hung out with the other guys all the time, slept over at their places, had them over too. But most of the time I spent one-on-one with someone, it was Jeff.
My family and I went to Florida for vacation that summer. Jeff's family went to Barbados. They were better off than me and my friends. Anyway, as soon as we were both back, we hooked up.
Oh, hell! That first day back, he called and asked to come over. He must have ridden like a mad man! He came up to my room and... he'd gotten so tanned! His hair had bleached a bit, too. He looked so sexy it was absolutely amazing. Striped shirt, just a bit tight, and red corduroy pants cut-off at mid-thigh. White socks with stripes. White sneakers. I'll always remember.
We both laughed at how tanned we were. Those corduroys were tight. He bulged the front of them as if he had packed several pairs of socks in there. Except I could tell he was hanging down on his left side and his balls were taking up the right side.
I'd gotten ready, myself. I'd put on a good shirt and a pair of jogging shorts that were probably going to be too small to wear much longer. They showed off what I had nicely, in front and back. That was a problem, because he was giving me a major woody! I had to subtly hide it as we sat and talked about our vacations.
Mom asked him if he was staying for dinner. We asked if he could stay the night. None of my other friends knew I was back home yet. They expected me back tomorrow. Yeah, I was sneaking off from my other friends already.
So we had a great dinner and watched a movie and toyed around on my computer. It was a great night. Every glance at his package inspired a new erection. Every time I got to see his ass as he left to use the john or change the game cartridge or such I got another boner. His legs were so perfect, too.
I reveled in his smiles, his laughs, his jokes, his cologne - I loved everything about him.
We stayed up late looking at porn. We'd both missed our computers a hell of a lot! We spent hours looking at pictures and what few videos were around and not so big they took hours to download. Man, it was great. Jeff was so much fun. He didn't constantly ask what I'd do with this chick or how I'd do that chick or that stuff. He just watched with me and we talked about how great it must be to have sex, how good blow-jobs must feel, and what jacking techniques probably most closely felt like real pussy.
After a long time, he asked, "So, since I can't go home and jerk it, can I use your bathroom?"
Oh, how I wanted to tell him I'd take care of that for him!
But all I said was, "Sure. Go ahead. Just knock before you come back out, in case I'm not done yet."
We laughed, then he smiled all cute and got up. Wow, did I get a great view of his boner in those red pants! It was so obvious! And I surreptitiously looked at his great butt as he walked to my bathroom.
As soon as he closed that door I pulled my pud out and whacked it like a bad child I'd caught stealing.
Oh, God! It was a great session! Very short, but so powerful that it almost made me groan out loud! The thought of Jeff in my bathroom with his pud out, jacking it off, just got me off so good it was incredible! I made the biggest mess I ever had! I think I shot at least six or seven times, real shots, too, not just dribbles. It was all over my shirt. I hadn't expected it to shoot that far, let alone that much. I hardly thought at all, really. Just about Jeff in my bathroom, pulling it off.
I cleaned up as fast as I could. My cum was so hot and runny! It tasted extra good, too. I changed my shirt and pants, since I'd gotten jizz on both of them, and even had to change my white briefs because I'd gotten some on them. What a mess! Wow, it was good!
Jeff seemed to take forever! He was in there for at least a half-hour after I'd gotten cleaned up and changed. He finally came out, so red-faced it was almost funny.
"Do it twice or something?" I joked.
The way he laughed I almost thought maybe he had. I noticed he had a couple wet drops on the leg of his corduroys. It had to be... you know. Oh, man! I so wanted to sniff there! I figured he'd been so long because he'd been trying to dry those spots as well as he could. I know I would have. He did try to hide them with his hand, but I was on the lookout, of course.
So we talked and played a couple games, then we went to bed. I don't know how it is today, but back then your friend slept in the bed with you. You kept space between you, of course, but you didn't put your friend on the floor even if you had sleeping bags and such. Not unless several were staying over. And unless you were new friends, you slept in your underwear. Tighty-whities were the norm, but it was no big deal to sleep in just them together in the same bed. Jeff and I had been doing that almost since our first sleepovers. That was how I knew he was developing from our earliest friendship days. He filled out those tighty-whities nicely.
But anymore that was too risky. We were thirteen, and in puberty, so morning wood was a daily thing. Now we tended to sleep in our street shorts. So Jeff took off his corduroys and put on a pair of jogging shorts he'd brought to sleep in.
I was an early riser anyway, but when Jeff stayed over, I was even more so. It was so I could have a look before he woke up. It often paid off and I got to see his magnificent, full erection tenting his shorts. More than a few times I even saw him... well, you know... have a wet dream. Seeing his tent vibrating, and knowing he was squiring, well, I'd put a hand in my own shorts and quickly reach a similar condition.
Well, this morning, I got the show of a lifetime! I opened my eyes after hearing a noise, and turned my head to see him lying almost flat on his back, both legs bent and ankles crossed, and one hand just barely in the waistband of his shorts, and a full tent going on. Then he moaned. Again. That was what I'd heard that had woken me up. His brow furrowed a bit, he sighed, and then his tent went into vibrations. Oh, man! He grunted softly, sighed a bit, and his tent moved and shifted. His hips moved a bit. I slid my hand into my shorts and began working my erection. He groaned a bit again, then sighed, and then his body relaxed. As his tent subsided, and I neared a fast finish, I saw a wet spot begin spreading from the point where his bulbous head had pushed up that tent. I was amazed!
I noticed my breathing was getting faster, and my body was tensing, and my balls and boner were rapidly readying to finish. That wet spot on Jeff's subsiding tent grew darker and wider. Oh, God!
I saw him slip deeper into sleep again, his body relaxing. I was dorky enough to know a bit about sleep and dreaming, so I knew he was deeply asleep.
It was too tempting! I rolled onto my side, just a bit, and put my other hand on his lap. It was so warm! I could feel the meaty thickness of his bulgy head. The many views of him in just his briefs the last almost year proved he had a nice big head on that thing. Right then I could actually feel it! His shaft was soft, but not entirely soft, so I could tell it was nice and thick.
I moved a finger through that wet spot, very gently, and then brought my damp finger to my nose. Oh, yeah! I knew that smell! I sucked my finger clean, then put my hand back on his lap. I pinched the material, squeezing that wetness, and then brought my fingers and thumb to my mouth. Oh, man! I could taste it! Very faintly, but for sure. I sucked those fingers and my thumb clean and then put them back on his lap.
I could feel his dick, still sort of full, and that bulgy head, and his balls! Oh, man! And that warm dampness!
I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop it from happening! I held my hand and dick motionless, but I still squirted off! Big, heavy spurts. Six or seven really good ones! It was not easy to stay quiet!
I felt bad right away. I took my hand back, sneaked out of bed and into the bathroom, and cleaned up. I'd messed my underwear and shorts, so I checked before coming out to make sure he was still asleep. Then I got clean stuff on and climbed carefully back onto the bed.
I didn't get back to sleep. I felt like a perv. When he woke up, I pretended to be asleep. I felt him get out of the bed and heard the bathroom door close. He was in there for a while. He came out wearing his red corduroys and striped shirt again.
I did my best not to think about what I'd done. I felt guilty all day. But he was all smiles and cheer, so I got over it.
After lunch, he said he was going to go home and shower and get clean clothes, and wanted to know if he could come back and stay the night again. I was cool with that. So were my folks. Not long after he left, I had a long shower. I was sort of too guilty to even want to jack off, so I didn't. Not long after my shower, one of my other friends called. I got an idea, and said we were still unpacking and feeling tired, and I'd see him tomorrow, and to let the other guys know. Then I called Jeff and asked if I could come over there for the night. Our folks were cool with that instead, so I got on my bike with my backpack with clean clothes and stuff and headed over.
I really didn't want to have him in my bed again after what I'd done. I hoped being at his place would make it easier for me to not think about it.
When I got to Jeff's place, he was outside cleaning gutters with his dad. I helped. Then we cleaned up around the house where the landscaping needed a bit of work. It wasn't too hot, so it wasn't too bad. Good thing I'd brought clean clothes, though. I learned that his folks were going out tonight. Cool. So up in his room, he offered the guest bathroom for a shower. I took the offer and showered pretty quick while he was showering in his room. I thought about whacking it off, but we wanted to hit the games, so I didn't.
Man, as soon as I got to him room I wished I had whacked one out. He was wearing these sports shorts that were barely not underwear. They were short enough that I caught glimpses of his white briefs up the legs! And he wasn't wearing any shirt. Needless to say I was sporting wood almost right away, and pretty constantly. Good thing I was wearing longer-legged shorts that were just a bit baggy over my briefs.
Damn he had a nice body. Great smooth chest, nice big nipples, though they were a little puffy, like they get on some guys for a little while. I wondered if they were as soft as they looked. And he had a nice smooth tummy. And a nice butt. And that nice package. Those glimpses up those shorts legs revealing his tighty-whities kept me very hard every time I got one.
We were still playing video games when his folks stopped by on their way out. Dinner and drinks with friends. They'd be gone until near midnight. Cool. And they left money for pizza. Awesome.
So we played games, ordered pizza, and watched a couple movies. One had enough chicks in bikinis and dudes in swimming trunks to get us a bit horny. But we were thirteen, so it didn't take much. We were talking about sex stuff in no time.
It was mostly the usual stuff, about what pussy probably felt like. We agreed that using a lot of loogie and your fist was probably pretty close.
"You ever hump your fist against the side of the bed?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah," I laughed. "Sorta makes it harder to go fast and makes it last a little longer and makes it feel better when you finish."
"Yeah. I love doing that."
"How many times have you stopped before you came? To make it last longer."
"You know. Just when you're about to shoot, stop and cool down, then go again. I've done it. Once. I tried again other day but I couldn't help it and went off."
I'd never heard of such a thing. I guess my expression gave that away, because he said, "Oh, man! You gotta try it! It makes it so much better!"
I wished I had the guts to ask him to show me! Then I got an idea.
"There's no way you can just stop when you're about to go off," I told him.
I was pretty sure of that, too. There was no way I could. Not on purpose like that. I could stop if I didn't want to cum yet, like I had last night, but do it more than once just to do it? But maybe it did make it better. I'd sure had a good one when I'd tried to stop last night. It hadn't work though, that was for sure.
"You have to stop when you know you're about to, but not so close you do shoot anyway. And you can't stop too soon or you kinda lose it. But you catch on after a while."
"Sure. It's easy."
"Dude, when you're about to get off, you can't just stop," I argued.
I didn't think this was going to work, but I was sure willing to see if it did.
"Yes you can."
"No, you can't. The urge is too strong."
He laughed, then said, "It kinda is!"
I laughed too.
Then he added, "But you can do it. I can, anyway."
"Probably because you're a freak."
"No, any guy can do it."
He was going to say something revealing, I could tell. So I egged him on.
He blushed. Interesting.
"You, what?" I asked again.
"You promise not to laugh? Or make fun of me about it?"
"Okay. You know how you find some oddball videos sometimes, looking for porno on the web?"
"Well, I saw this one, where this chick had this guy tied up. And she was giving him head, and jacking him off, and she wouldn't let him get off."
"Oooh, cock teaser."
"Sorta. See, the guy wanted her to."
"Yeah. He'd say, like, 'Stop, It's coming,' or 'Wait,' or something, and she'd stop sucking him or jacking him, and he'd cool down. He'd leak some pre-cum, but he didn't cum. About six times. Then he said, 'Keep going, I wanna cum this time,' so she did, and he did, and it was like a fucking fountain!"
"Yeah! It looked like it was a killer one! So I sorta, you know, gave it a try."
"Yeah. It's not easy, man. You gotta force yourself to stop, and you don't wanna, ya know?"
"Yeah, I bet!"
After last night, I sort of knew what he meant. But I'd still shot off. I didn't think what he was saying was for real. And I was sort of almost sure I could maybe get him to... maybe... sorta show me? Or something. Maybe.
He sort of laughed, got really red-faced, then said, "Um, I got this idea. You interested?"
He laughed again, all nervous, and smiled, and then said, "Well, it's really hard to do it yourself. But if someone else is doing it, you know, jacking you off, and you let them know when to stop, it'd be easy for them to stop."
"Yeah. Too bad we don't have a chick here," I said, wondering if I dared make the suggestion that came to mind.
I was sure willing to give that a try!
"Well," he said slowly, "Um, how about this?"
I waited. I began to think he was actually thinking the same thing. Impossible. But his grin... and his blush... and he kept glancing away from me and back at me...
"Um... if it's okay with you, I figured we're pretty tight friends..."
Oh my God! Really?
I felt my stomach roll over and my pulse start to race.
"If you don't mind," he said slowly. "We could sorta, you know, close our eyes, and, well, just jerk each other, and when we get close, we can say so, and the other guy will stop, and we can see if we can... you know... see if it feels all that great or not after like, maybe, two or three times."
I was so ready to yell yes at him! I barely managed to only say, "If you want to."
"I just wanna see if it's as good as it looked."
"Uh, show me that video?" I asked.
He blushed really darkly, then said, "I tried to find it again, but it was gone."
"Uh, if it makes it feel way better, then, maybe we can try it," I forced myself to say.
"Yeah?" he asked, a huge smile on his face.
"Sure. If you wanna."
"I sorta do! I mean, it looked awesome!"
"So, uh, what do we do?"
"We just, I guess, lay next to each other, and then, you know, reach over, and... well, do it."
Oh, yeah! It was so hard to not seem as enthusiastic as I felt about this idea!
"Yeah. We don't even have to lay down, I don't think. We can just..."
He scooted over next to me and laid back, thighs on the bed, knees bent and feet on the floor.
"Like this," he said.
Oh, man! I was already so hard it was crazy! Was he?
When I glanced down, it was easy to tell he was! Those short shorts did nothing to hide his erection!
So I laid back next to him. My insides were turning to warm jello!
I was staring at the ceiling, wondering if I should reach over or not, when I felt his hand come down on my lap. I flinched hard! It was so... shocking! I actually laughed! A short, nervous laugh.
Then I reached over, still looking at the ceiling, and founds his lap. Oh, wow! I'd never felt so thrilled!
His hand rubbed my dick through my shorts and briefs. So I felt his hard dick through his shorts and briefs. Wow! His dick felt way bigger than mine. At least an inch longer and a lot thicker. That fat head felt so thick and plump. Wow!
His hand felt every inch of my boner, so I felt every inch of his. Then he felt my balls. So I felt his. They felt a lot like mine.
This was insanely hot! I was more turned on than I thought I could possibly feel!
When he took his hand away I immediately feared he'd changed his mind. But instead, he pushed his shorts down. I lifted my hand from his lap and lowered mine. Then we both reached over and found each other's erections. Oh, man!
I couldn't keep looking at the ceiling now! Not any longer! So I turned my head and looked at what I was holding. I sat up a bit, too, so I could get a good look.
Wow! That dick of his was at least a full inch longer than mine. And it was nearly twice as thick as mine! It felt it, too. So beefy and heavy! And hot. And that bulgy, bulbous head! The edges were soft and almost subtle, but far wider than the shaft. It was all so thick! And he had nice pubes. Nothing like some of the eighth graders in the showers, but nice ones. And nice balls. They hung down a little, like mine, and looked about the same, except his sack was pale and almost pink while mine was darker than the rest of me, except where I was so tanned. We were both pretty pale where our trunks had hid us from the sun.
The feeling of his big, thick dick in my hand! It was so... just beefy! Almost heavy. Girthy. Solid. And that big, spongy head. I saw he had a long slit in the end instead of the almost round hole I had.
Man, my dick looked so small compared to his.
He got a good grip on my cock and then started stroking it solidly. It felt so good that I knew I was going to have to tell him to stop pretty soon or I'd shoot.
So I gripped his big, thick dick and started stroking it too. Long strokes compared to what I was used to. It felt like stroking off a bottle of Coke!
Oh, man, I was getting close already!
"So what do I say?" I asked hurriedly.
"Stop. Or wait. Or something like that."
He stopped in mid-stroke and let go.
My dick was throbbing like mad. I was almost sure it was going to go off. But it didn't. It began to calm down. Cool.
I stroked him a few times before he said, "Okay, stop."
I let go. I didn't want to... but you know.
He asked, "Ready to go again?"
"Give me a sec."
So we both waited a few seconds. I couldn't stop looking down at his big dick and his nice balls and his neat pubes. This was so awesome! It felt like riding a rollercoaster that was out of control, but you knew it wasn't going to crash or anything.
I glanced up at his face and saw him looking down at my dick. He was so cute. Turned on, he was cuter than usual anyway, but almost naked and with a hard-on I'd just touched and stroked, he was so hot.
He reached over, so I did too, and we started stroking each other again. After a few seconds, I looked up at his face. He looked up at my face too. We both grinned and laughed. For the next few moments, we looked at each other's faces as we jacked each other off.
That was probably the hottest moment of my life! We both knew what we were doing, and we were okay doing it!
His eyes got a little narrow, and he said, "Okay, hold off."
I stopped, and as I looked down at his fat dick, and saw some pre-cum ooze out of it, I felt my dick quiver and get ready. I quickly said, "Okay, stop."
"How many times you wanna do it?" he asked, grinning really wide.
"As many times as you want to."
He smiled, then said, "How about we try for five?"
After a moment, as we looked at each other, he asked, "How does it feel so far?"
"Good." Then he added, "Really good!"
"Yeah!" I agreed with a nervous laugh.
As he reached for my dick again, the excitement brought up a wash of pre-cum from my dick. I wondered what he was going to do about it. Was he going to do what I intended to do an ignore it? Or pretend to, anyway?
No! The first thing he did was slip his fist over my head and smear it all down the head and onto the shaft!
So I reached over and did the same thing! Wow! I had his warm, fresh pre-cum on my fingers! It was all over his head too!
We stroked, moving that slippery fluid from tip to shaft on each other. We both flinched and laughed at the awesome sensations! We actually smiled at each other! This was so wild!
We both took turns looking at what we were doing to each other, and looking at each other's faces, as we stroked each other.
It felt so good! A solid, beefy cock in my hand, a warm hand that wasn't mine on my throbbing dick, and his warm pre-cum in my fingers. I could not wait to see if I could somehow sneak a sniff and taste! My mouth watered at the thought!
"Hold up!" he gasped.
I let him stroke me for a couple of seconds, seeing if I could get closer still, then said, "Stop!"
Oh, that was almost too close! My dick flexed and bent and nearly went off!
"Man, Greg, this is gonna be good!" he said, meeting my gaze.
We reached over for each other again. His cock was so wet this time! So slick!
His hand was instantly wet on my dick too!
We were both leaking tons!
Well, we were thirteen, so it wasn't tons, it just seemed like it.
A few strokes, and he hissed, "Stop!"
I did, let him stroke me a few times, and as it built up, I said, "Stop."
We were both kind of breathing hard now. My body was trembling. A new thing to me. It felt great!
"Huh?" I asked, meeting his pretty eyes.
"One more time? Then we go for it?"
We reached out and grasped hot cocks, and stroked. In time. He led. I followed his speed. We stared at each other's faces. Eyes. It was almost magical! I'd never known this kind of intensity existed between two people. It was like we were making love somehow.
His grin was just beautiful. His lips were so red and full around his wide smile. His eyes seemed to sparkle. His quick breaths were loud and sexual and almost hypnotizing.
I felt his cock flex, that made mine flex, and we both said, "Stop," together. We laughed.
"Still feeling okay?" he asked.
"Feels great!" I answered enthusiastically.
He laughed a, "Yeah!"
Then we smeared wetness around each other's heads. His fat, spongy head felt so wonderful coated with his warm, slippery pre-cum! The feeling of his warm hand smearing my pre-cum around my sensitive head was so good it was going to bring me off without any strokes. I wondered if it would.
"Just keep doing that," I panted.
"Yeah! Okay!" he sighed heavily.
God! His smile! It was glowing! I felt like my entire body was glowing!
My balls were vibrating! My dick felt like it was swollen and twice the usual size! His big dick felt so hot it might burst into flames.
We were twitching and gasping, making each other jerk all over and laugh.
I could tell this was going to work! I was going to shoot off without actually being stroked, just having my pre-cum rubbed all around my head.
"Are you going to?" I whispered loudly between heavy breaths.
His big grin was answer enough, but he said, "Oh, yeah! Please don't stop this time!"
"This is awesome!"
"Yeah! This is the best!"
We were both flinching and jerking around and laughing. It was almost torture! It was so good it was unbelievable!
"I'm almost!" he gasped, his grin huge, his eyes boring into mine.
It was building up like a tsunami! My balls were rampaging, my dick was jumping, my body was tense and fuzzy.
I felt wetness spreading from his head. His eyes went tightly shut. He grimaced. He groaned, "I'm cumming!"
I felt his cock jerk powerfully in my hand. That movement was so sexy! It brought me rapidly to a matching state!
I couldn't finish the sentence! My body tensed and my breath caught. I felt his cock move on its own, and felt a wave move up through it. My cock recoiled and released what felt like burning coals!
We were both convulsing! Shots of orgasm fired through us. I felt his cock shooting off, which made mine feel even more powerful. My hand was wet and warm and slippery with his cum. I felt his slick, hot fist working my head as I expelled into it.
I should have counted, but it was just too good to keep track of if I'd even thought of it. All I could think of was how adorable he looked as he came. And how good his cock felt as it came. And how good his hand felt making me cum and spreading my hot jizz all around the head.
I had to close my eyes. I didn't want to, I had no choice. The last moments of that orgasm were so powerful my entire body was out of my control.
Those strokes around my head were so overwhelming that I grabbed his hand to stop it. He did the same almost at the same time.
Then I was coming down. Every nerve was alight and firing, especially the ones in my dick and the head. It was too much, and I pulled his hand away. He quickly removed mine.
I looked at him, he looked at me. We were both smiles. Wow!
"That was awesome!"
I felt his warm cum on my hand. And my cum on my head, dripping down my shaft. I looked down to see his red-headed cock lying on his pubes.
I could smell our cum. My mouth watered.
"Huh?" I asked, looking back at his handsome features.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh, man, yeah!" he laughed. "But, what I meant, was... are you okay that we did that?"
He looked kind of worried. I didn't like that look at all.
"Oh, yeah!" I told him. "That was awesome!"
He smiled a bit, then asked, "Think you might want to again sometime?"
"Yes. For sure! You?"
He nodded and smiled.
Then he quickly bobbed toward me and kissed me.
I was so shocked that I didn't react.
He looked both worried and scared now.
I didn't like that at all!
So I bobbed forward and kissed him back, and stayed there until he pushed his lips back into mine.
Almost instantly we were kissing up tight, arms around each other, breathing hard and fast.
He said, very quickly, "Greg, I love you."
My insides went soft and warm.
"I love you too, Jeff."
Our kisses went hot and solid and deep. Our hands were everywhere, smearing cold cum all over each other. Our legs ended up entwined. It was pure bliss!
At some point we lay still, and were looking at each other, eye-to-eye. Smiling, holding hands.
We didn't say anything. We cuddled in silence, until we began kissing again. That led to touching all over, which led to hands below again. Kissing the entire time, we brought each other to orgasm again, at almost the same time. This time depositing our warm loads between our bodies.
We stayed in bed until nearly midnight, when we took a fast shower together. We were seemingly asleep when his folks got home.
We stayed awake talking all night.
While his parents went to the store to resupply after leaving the groceries get low for the vacation, we discovered oral. Fantastic!
It was several days before we were alone enough to explore anal, but we sure did.
After a few weeks, he told me he had been awake that night when I'd reached over and felt him up. He'd purposely woke me up with a few moans, louder and louder until I woke up, then pretended to be having a wet dream. It was so exciting that he actually shot off. And then I'd reached over and felt him up and sniffed and licked his dampness. That had given him the hopes and dreams that I might be either gay or at least willing to try some stuff.
We were secretly lovers for years. In eleventh grade, we were figured out. We lost most of our friends. Someone told our parents. That did not go well. We were kept apart. We managed to sneak around and get together a few times, but when we were found out, his parents decided they should send him to military school. I never found out which one, and I never heard from him.
A few years later I learned that my parents threw away what letters he sent to me. Eventually the internet let me find him. He was interested in getting together. So we did. We were almost thirty, and we'd both met others. Being gay was becoming possible by then.
We met, had a few drinks, some fun, but never rekindled. We were both with someone, we had both changed, but we had a good time. We're still in touch.