- -PG rated
- A Hobo Boy's Tale
- A Waiting
- For Benjamin
- Being The Wrong Color
- Desert Choices
- Freshman Luck
- Looking Back
- A Waiting
- Freshman Luck
- -R rated
- A Waiting
- Travis Gets Outted
- Travis Gets Owned
- Desert Choice
- Looking Back
- All Hollow's Eve 2012
- All Hollow's Eve 2011
- -X rated
- Freshman Spotted
- Best Bud in Texas
- Brookfield Pool
- Dale And Travis
- Fred's Story
- Freshman to Freshman
- I Needed A Jump
- I Started Young
- Luke and Dakota
- Mastering Marty
- Ray and Mark
- Taylor's Turn For The Better
- Travis Gets Owned
- Walter's Tale
- The Wrestling Coach
- Benny's Story
- A Freshman Spotted
- Hollow's Eve 2012
- All Hollow's Eve 2011
- Post Prom Party
- Working With Riley
- Heat Fever
- Pithy Vidlets
- Addonis (refreshed)
- Thomas part 2
- Malcolm ITM
Putting Theory Into Practice
Part TwoRated: X ages 13
I'd surprised him, which was what I was aiming for. But I wasn't aiming for how he replied.
"Dude!" he said, as his simple surprise turned to shock.
I saw his eyes flick up and down me. He almost laughed. That huge grin was so cute.
Then he said, "It looks more like three surprises!"
He laughed, got red-faced, and pointed at my groin, saying, "Three."
"There's more than three there," I said, grinning.
"I bet!" he laughed.
Pretending the boner was incidental and unintended, as planned, I hoisted the joint and the baby oil again, saying, "I mean, these."
"The joint I get, but what's with the bottle?"
I walked in and sat next to him on his bed, and said, "The joint is obvious, I guess."
"Yeah! Cool!" he said, taking it from me. "But, seriously, what's with the bottle?"
I showed it to him.
"Baby oil? You planning on giving me a message?" he laughed.
His eyes! Man, I could look into them!
"Something like that," I admitted. "We can talk about it while we smoke the joint."
He sniffed it, then said, "Once my folks go to bed."
"Of course," I agreed.
"And I can get the fan from the garage. Be right back."
He handed me the joint, and stood up. And, man, he was getting hard! His jeans weren't all that tight, but weren't baggy. And his bulge had a hard tip to it now.
I looked up and was fucking sure he was looking at me as I was looking at his bulge. And he was hard. And he was grinning at me. And he was standing there. Still. Then he laughed and hurried to his door.
God! Were we flirting! Were we? He was getting hard! And he stuck in in my face. And let me look! And he knew it!
Or was I just wanting to see it? Did I get stoned just by carrying that joint in my pocket? I wondered, looking at it in my hand.
No, you have to smoke it. I'm not hallucinating.
Were we flirting?
He was back with the fan in no time. He put it into his window, then, as he came to sit next to me again, I saw his dick hanging down one side, like mine, all fat and juicy and hard! Holy fuck!
He sat down next to me and we played video games.
His folks stopped to say goodnight at ten. We shot to the fan in the window, knelt in front of it, turned it on, then he lit the joint. Man, we coughed our guts out. But we got high, that's for sure. We were giggling and trying to smoke at the same time.
"I like it!" he said happily.
"Yeah, it's kinda fun!" I agreed.
Being so close to him was awesome. We were right up to the fan in the window, faces just inches apart. I could almost touch his lips with mine. That our lips were sharing that joint was hot. I watched his awesome lips as they formed around the tip of that joint and sucked. Oh, yeah!
I think we got through about half the joint before we were both like, uh, wow.
"Let's save the rest for later," he said.
"Yeah. I'm so high already!"
We knelt in front of the fan for a long time, just looking at each other. I wanted to kiss him so badly. And I was wanting to put my plan into motion, but I was so scared.
Thankfully, he asked, "So, um, what's with the baby oil?"
"Um, I figured since we were doing pot, we might as well do something else new."
"Oh? Like what? Exactly?" he asked, his grin so big and cute, and his eyes so deep and awesome.
I wanted to mention his boner, or mine. Or something.
I wondered if he still had one. I sure did! Mine was tingling! I was tingling all over!
Damn it! The way he was looking at me was... just... I could FEEL it. His grin was fucking amazing! Different than any of his usual ones. More... sexy. Yeah, it had to be a sexy grin. Oh, God, it had to be!
I guess I took too long to answer. He looked to the bed, then knee-walked to it to retrieve the baby oil, and then knee-walked back toward me. His jeans were pulled down tightly by the action of walking on his knees, and his excitement was so obvious. Oh, God!
He had to know what this was about. Right? I mean...
"I ever tell you I was hit by a car once?" he asked, moving the baby oil from one hand to the other, and not looking at me.
"I was walking home from fourth grade. Somebody didn't see me at the crosswalk. I went to the hospital, and got x-rays and stuff. My back was hurt, kinda bad. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes I go to the chiropractor for it."
"So you've had massages before," I hinted.
"Yeah. They feel good," he said, and finally looked up at me.
I swear on a bible to this day, his eyes were larger than ever. Like, bigger than possible. Like those anime faces. Huge! And so deep!
"Can I give you one?" I asked hurriedly.
He smiled even bigger, - if that was possible - then nodded, and said, "On my bed, okay?"
What a surprise! I thought I was surprising him tonight! Wow!
He shot to his bed. He had his shirt off and was laying on his front before I even moved. Then I rushed and sat next to him. His bare back was somehow sexy! He handed the bottle to me. I had no idea what I was doing. I got some oil on my hands, and just started doing what I thought a massage was. He told me lower, and then where, and then how. In minutes, I was doing exactly what he liked.
He wasn't muscly at all. In fact, he was rather thin. His vertebrae nearly protruded. But his lower back muscles were soft and pliable and warm and... oh, God, was I hard!
He wiggled upward, lowering the waistband of his jeans, and said, "A little lower."
His butt was almost showing! There were two dimples where his lower back was, then the rise of his flesh to that waistband was pale and smooth, and softer and warmer... oh God!
He moaned. My dick tried to wriggle out of my pants!
Soon he had me working from the top of his butt cheeks up to his mid-back, over and over.
"Mmmm, so good," he moaned.
"You ever had one?" he asked.
"In a few minutes I'm gonna do it to you."
"Show you how good it feels."
I'd cum. I just knew it. His hands touching me? As boned and revved up as I was? I'd shoot it into my shorts.
And I remember something else weird. Funny what you remember and what you don't. I can't remember for sure what video games we played, but I remember a series of thoughts that ran through my head right then...
I've never been horny for so long. It's been hours since I saw bro getting stroked off like that. Never seen anything like that before, and I've been totally boned hard since. For hours. And now I was touching Curt's butt, pretty much, but his whole back and almost his butt, and he was going to do this to me? Fuck! Just remember the lesson - taking your time and making it last forever and how great that feels. Compared to going faster and tighter and making it happen now. Delay it. And I've delayed it all fucking night! Well, over two hours. I'm going to shoot off in my underwear. I should have got clean ones! Stupid! Wait, I'm rubbing Curt, and he's gonna rub me? Why is my brain wandering around so much? Oh, yeah, I'm high! And it's about delaying it. Showing Curt. Getting him to let me show him that.
I remember that series of thoughts so clearly after all these years.
Weird, huh? Our brains are fucking amazing. Back to the story.
I had that flash, and felt relieved and released.
Curt. His soft flesh as it rose up from his lower back and those two cute dimples. They got bigger when he wriggled a bit when I got something just right.
"You ready?" he asked.
Oh, for my turn being massaged. Yeah, ready for that too!
"Take off your shirt and lay down on your front," he said as he sat up and grabbed the bottle.
I did. That oil was cold. But his warm hands soon warmed it up. And his hands... oh, God.
He moved his hands from my upper butt cheeks, almost, up into my lower back, and then up and over the rest of my back. Just like he'd got me to do to him.
And it felt so fucking good!
I was moaning in no time!
At least I wasn't going to shoot! It was hard as hell trapped down there against the mattress, but at least it was crushed and not able to squirm and get off.
"Feels good, huh?" he asked.
I swear I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Oh, God, yeah!" I moaned. "So good!"
It was! My first massage, with oil, on pot, and hugely turned on.
"I'm so glad you showed me this," I said.
I got an instant idea that fit perfectly into my plan.
"I want to show you something in return."
I could hear how nervous I was in my own voice. He had to hear it.
"What?" he asked, soft and gentle.
"When I went home, bro was there, with his chick."
"Yeah. And, um, they didn't think I'd be home, so, they were, you know, going at it."
"Really?" he asked, kind of laughing.
"Yeah. And, um, as I got what I went back for in my room, I heard her telling bro something."
"What's that?" he asked when I paused.
"Well, you know how girls are supposed to like to go slow? You know, even doing it?"
"Yeah. What ya hear."
"Well, guys like to go faster. Especially when we jack it. Right? Go faster toward the end?"
"Yeah!" he laughed.
"That's the way us guys are wired. Right? But if you don't go faster, it drives you fucking crazy, and makes it last longer, which feels better, and makes the, you know, the orgasm even better."
"Yeah. That's why sex is better than masturbating. The woman wants it slower, the guy wants it faster. She makes the guy go slower than he would by himself, and that's part of what makes his time better."
"It kind of makes sense. The whole thing about foreplay and taking your time."
"Yup. Turns out, if the guy tries to go slow on himself, most guys can't."
He laughed all cute, then said, "I don't think I could go slow."
"Me either!" I agreed, laughing too. "That's what the thing is. See? I mean, most guys can't do it slow. Themself. But, someone else can. So, bro's girlfriend gave him this slow hand-job. With oil."
"Oh! So, did he like it?"
"Yeah! A lot! He even said it was the best thing he'd ever felt. A lot."
It was quiet for a bit. He massaged my back and got a couple pops out of it. So good!
"So, you brought the oil, so you could show me this slow hand-job thing?"
He was still massaging me, so the idea wasn't making him freak out. He was even massaging me kind of slower and more... uh, sexy? His hands were sure getting lower and lower! Pretty soon he'd be under my pants!
It seemed like more than a minute before he said anything.
"What do we do?"
"You wanna?" I asked, shocked it was so easy.
"Sure. Sounds like a lot of fun."
He sounded kind of weird, though. I rolled over to look up at him. He was smiling. Red-faced. Biting his lower lip. So cute.
"What do we do?" he asked again.
"We sit on the edge of the bed, me behind you."
He smiled even bigger, and then sat on the edge of his bed, waiting.
"I get behind you," I said, taking the bottle from him.
We had done the massage part, so we could skip that.
"You stand up so I can take your pants off," I told him, my voice husky.
He stood up, and I reached around and undid his pants.
Holy shit! My hands were shaking like mad! And I don't even have to tell you what my dick was doing! I probably had wet spot soaking right through to the front of my jeans!
I lowered his jeans! His butt in just his briefs! Holy shit! I could see the crack of his ass through that thin material!
Then I held the side of his briefs and slid them down.
Holy shit!!! His bare ass! So smooth and pert! Fuck!
He bent over and stepped out of his jeans and underwear, and picked them up. For a moment, I had a clear view of his brown hole between his pale cheeks. A glimpse of a pink center? Then it was gone as he sat down.
Was I going to pass out? Fuck!
I poured some oil onto my hands and rubbed them together.
Am I really going to do this?
"Then I reach around, and..."
I looked over his shoulder, and watched my fingers wrap around the end of his cock. I wished I had a better view! I couldn't see his pubes, or his nuts, just the top half of his dick. It looked nice! Rounded head, almost a bit blunt, sure plump! Nice ridges.
And my chest was up against his back! So warm and soft! Holy fuck!
I could feel the soft velvetiness of it as my fingers wrapped around the head. So hard! So soft, too. And hot! It felt thinner than mine.
I moved my fist down over the ridges of his head, down the shaft, then then let go. He gasped and jerked a bit. Then I grabbed the head again with my ther hand, and slid down and off again. And again. And again.
He was almost sighing with every stroke. After a few, I felt his body tremble against mine.
I reached my other hand around and cupped his balls. They felt so nice! So solid but mobile, hefty and meaty.
I could hear his smile in his voice again! It was awesome!
"I got an idea." he suddenly said.
"Take your pants off, and I'll turn around, and we can do it to each other at the same time!"
Why didn't I think about that? I wondered.
He stood up and turned around, and I got the first nude view of him. I could see it all! Up close and everything.
His body was so nice! Smooth and slim and trim. I could see his ribs, but not all of them, and only softly. Not skinny. His tummy was soft but didn't bulge. Not even a little chubby. Pecs, but not defined ones. Perfect nipples. Nice light tan and really round. Very lightly-tinged pink on the little nipple tips. Nice legs from lots of walking and bike riding. No hair other than the little fine ones.
His bush was thinner than mine, and lighter in color. His dick was shorter than mine, but not by very much. It was also a bit thinner. But his head was way fatter and more juicy than mine. Mine was almost sleek, his was mushroomy. But his balls were clearly bigger than mine, and hung down further. Damn! They looked so tempting and awesome!
We were different at the tip, too. I had a slit, like bro, that was slightly open, and kind of in a cleft at the end of my head. He had a rounded end, with an almost round hole there that was tightly closed.
I got up and hurriedly undid my jeans, then stepped out of them. I got onto the bed and sat cross-legged in front of him. Our knees were in the way. After a bit of shuffling around, we were sitting inside each other's legs, almost cross-legged, our dicks bouncing against each other as we settled into position.
My dickhead is touching his! Wow!
My head was getting wet, but not from any oil! I was leaking like a broken water pipe!
We shared the bottle, getting our hands oily, and looked at each other, naked, and knowing we were looking at each other.
"Make a tight fist, but not too tight, and then slide it down over it, like this."
He snickered and squirmed a little as my fist slid down over his soft, velvety head. So smooth with that oil on my hand. Oh, God!
And it felt fucking great as his fist slid down over my tingling head.
I let go at the base, then repeated with the other hand. His cock felt so good in my hand! His hand felt fucking amazing on my cock!
"Don't forget the balls," I laughed, and then we had our other hands full of balls. Yes! This was hot!
I had no idea when, I only remember we were kissing at some point. Lips moving hot and wet against each other. Breaths fast and hard and hot.
We only stopped kissing to watch what we were doing to each other. We'd laugh and snicker when we'd go up instead of down on each other. We'd jerk and gasp.
"I want to go faster! But not on me, I want you to go faster!" he laughed several times.
"I know!" I agreed. "You want to make the other guy do you faster, but you want to go slow doing it to the other guy."
"We can't go faster!"
It was torture! Sweet, pleasurable torture!
I don't think we needed much oil, though we did use more. I think we made enough pre-jizz to lube our hands well enough! I'm sure I produced more pre-cum in those couple of minutes than I had so far all together in my entire life!
Looking down between us at his cock in my hand, I was sure I was going to cum. Soon. There was a powerful throbbing deep in my groin that was telling me my balls were getting the load of a lifetime ready. I hoped he was getting a huge load ready too.
Slow. Steady. Even. Pace.
And go upward once in a while!
He sucked in a deep breath when I did, then said, "This is fucking intense!"
He did it to me a bit later. I raced closer to finishing!
I felt his dick throb in my hand. A strong pulse of power. I saw a blob of bubbly pre-jizz ooze out of his tight hole.
He sighed a soft, "Oh," and then kissed me.
I loved kissing him! Wow!
My entire body shivered. My balls tugged up tight. My dick swelled up.
"I'm getting close!" I grunted between his lips.
"I'm not far," he sighed in to my mouth.
Slow. Even. Steady.
Oh, God! Jack me off fast and hard! NOW!
Slow. Even. Steady.
That pressure was incredibly intense! My dick was swelling and pulsing and throbbing. So was his! My legs wanted to stretch out but couldn't. I wanted to thrust my hips but couldn't. I'd never felt anything so intense and awesome!
His hand moved so slowly over my head, down my shaft, dragging my cum out of my balls one stroke at a time!
The pressure built and built. My balls tingled more and more. My breath came harder and hotter.
"I'm almost there!" I hissed.
"Do it," he sighed. "Shoot!"
"It's coming!" I grunted, using my last breath.
But it didn't. His hand slowly moved up and away, then back and up and away, and my balls churned, and my dick pulsed and ached, and it built further, and further...
I was going to lose my fucking mind!
Then there was an intense pulse, deep in the root of my dick, and then it was happening. The pressure flowed up, through my cock, into my head, and then the semen exploded like a volcano.
I saw my first wad disappear over his shoulder, and then I didn't see anything as I pumped and pumped and pumped, eyes crushed closed, body twisted backward, breath stopped.
It was like my balls were going to turn inside out after pumping their entire contents through my raging cock!
My legs ached to stretch out, my feet and ankles popped. I couldn't breathe!
I pumped jizz, and that was all I was able to do. Pump my entire load through my cock in waves so powerful that I couldn't breathe or think or move.
I felt it hitting my chest. Sometimes. Not all of it. It was probably pumping up between us as we sat there, face to face, kissing.
His hand pulled the cum out of me, stroke after stroke, until I suddenly let go of his cock and his balls to grab his hand and stop the impossible-to-bear intensity.
Then I sucked in air and opened my eyes. His lips slammed onto mine again.
My hands went right back to his cock and his balls, and picked up the pace for a second before I remembered. I was almost desperate to get him off. He simply had to feel what I'd just felt. I had to make him feel that good!
As I came down, shivering and sighing and filled with relief and afterglow, I stroked him, slow, steady, even.
And we kissed.
I felt his balls tug upward. They were trying to hide in his tight sack now. They felt neat that way too.
Then his cock throbbed or swelled.
"I'm going to," he whispered into my mouth. "Real soon!"
Slow. Even. Steady.
His cock seemed to grow thicker and harder for several seconds, then he grunted, "Going!"
I felt his cock jerk as my hand slid down over it, and then I felt it twitching and swinging around, and I looked down to see his white load spraying all over our chests and stomachs and my hand. He came in these fast pulses of spray, not really any strings or ropes like bro or me. We shot mostly stringy shots. Not Curt. He shot in wild sprays of white droplets almost like a bottle of Windex. It was so cool!
It wasn't thick gooey ropes like bro, or thinner strings like mine, but is sure shot out far and fast! His chest was glistening with his sprayed jizz, droplets from his neckline down to his navel. More of it was coating his cock and my hand rapidly. Thinner than mine, but so hot! It made the most excellent squishy sounds!
He gasped hard and loud, and then grabbed my hand to stop it.
My first thought was that his jizz and mine were mixing on his hand right then. And how much I wanted to taste that mixture. I think my mouth may have watered, because I noticed suddenly that my mouth was wet again. Well, our kisses hadn't been very messy. I'd thought we might have traded some spit, but not much. I kissed him again, and yeah, his mouth was about as dry as mine. His lips weren't all wet and sloppy, like bro and his girl looked even after just necking a little with the door open.
We kissed for what seemed eternity! Yet seemed just a split second!
Every time we barely touched each other's slimy, slippery, hot cocks, we jerked and laughed and groaned and... holy fuck!
We drove each other crazy for what seemed years!
But finally we were breathing normally once again, just holding each other's hot, softening cocks and slowly falling balls. It was bliss times a million!
"You got cottonmouth too?" he asked with a cute giggle, like he was reading my mind.
I almost felt a part of him now.
But I wanted that jizz. I almost reached out and took his hand, and licked it. Or kissed it at least. But we both had cummy hands, for sure. And chests, and stomachs. And I felt a few droplets on my left shoulder. I was sure it was his.
I guess he saw me looking at the cum on me, and I noticed him looking at the cum on him. We looked back at each other and sort of laughed. It was like we were synched.
We both had a lot of jizz on our hands, mostly our right ones. I had his on mine. Thinner than mine, just as white. Definitely nice and warm.
We both knew we had tasted it. We'd talked about that kind of stuff recently. We both knew we did it. I think we both knew we more than just 'tasted' it.
I proved it. I put my hand to my mouth and licked it. More than once. Like a cat giving itself a bath.
He did too! So cool!
Our fronts were coated in jizz, too. Both of ours. We'd both shot on each other as much as we'd shot on ourselves.
Our mouths cummy with what we'd cleaned from our hands, we kissed. It tasted so musky and thick. I loved it. We giggled as much as we kissed.
He kissed downward, to my front, and licked my chest clean of our cum. When he was sure he'd gotten it all, I cleaned our cum from his chest. So musky and thick and awesome!
Then we sort of ended up on our sides, stroking each other's sides and arms and hips and thighs, giggling and talking. And kissing.
We got horny again in no time, and agreed we wanted to do blow-jobs, so we sixty-nined on our sides.
It was just as good as the slow hand-jobs. Maybe better in ways. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth. Of course, I loved being blown, too. Cumming in a warm, wet mouth was just fantastic. So was having him cum in my mouth.
Then we were hugging and kissing right after, our mouths full of the taste of each other's cum.
We woke up later, in each other's arms, and went at it again. It was the best night of my life!
And, yes, he was gay too!
We were a secret couple all through high school! Nether of us went to college, instead we got jobs. Then we moved in together. Then we told everyone.
It's been fourteen years and we're still together.