Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2018 20:32:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teenage Confusion Chapter 1

One of my first stories this was initially posted in 2002. I've some
editing and updating. There should be 3 more chapters. I will also say that
a great deal of the story is true. It was told to me by a boy, the main
character, years ago as it actually unfolded. The descriptions are
accurate, the information being verified by 4 other people one of whom was
an adult. I haven't had any contact with any of them for at least 10
years. Obviously the story itself isn't 100% accurate bit I believe that if
any of them read it today, they would recognize it.  Please N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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Questions

"Was I?" I asked myself. I was lying in the warm, semi light of my room,
absently and gently tugging on my balls, while my freshly jacked cock was
slowly shriveling back to its normal six and half inches and my cum cooled
on my flat belly and chest.

I had asked myself that question numerous times in the past six months or
so, said question being,

"Am I gay?"

I had frequently jacked off fantasizing about girls before. I liked looking
at them at school, curious about the wonders of the soft curves that were
hidden under their girlie clothing. Like generations of fourteen-year-old
boys in the throes of puberty, I'd gotten some temporary satisfaction
regarding that curiosity by examining closely the models in Playboy, the
adolescent stroke book of choice.

Most young teens prefer the objects of their fantasies to be virgin, or at
least virginal, and Playboy's girls achieved that image much better than
say, Hustler, where the girls wide open gaping cunts gave the impression
that they had been stuffed by more cocks than an army platoon. No, it was
Playboy that did it for me, and most of my friends. The magazine was
generally provided by an older brother either with, or without, his consent
and if the cover was still on it, it was often torn, the pages usually dog
eared from use and sometimes even stuck together because of some
overzealous and over horny young teenage boy's inability to direct the
globs of his freshly squeezed sperm.

The debate in my brain about being gay or nor sort of came to light when
I'd viewed some other porn magazine that had men in it as well as
women. Like all boys I was intrigued by the size of the full grown male
organ, hoping and praying that mine would some day reach such epic
proportions, with fat hairy nuts the size of hardballs hanging loosely
underneath the long thick sausage. It really wasn't the looking at it,
while John and I furiously pounded our rock hard young cocks in his bedroom
one afternoon after school, that prompted the question. The question came
about later that night as I lay in bed, idly playing with myself-I seemed
to do that a lot- while waiting for sleep and reliving the experience from
that afternoon.

It was the first time that I'd jacked off with another boy and I'd been
dizzy with anticipation when John brought up the subject and then produced
the magazine when I'd agreed that I too was very horny and could use a good
sperming. He'd drug the thing out from between his mattresses and we laid
on his bed, thumbing through the pages while we rubbed at the front of our
jeans, each stealing looks at the other to see if he had a hard on too. It
was the full-page color picture of a man and woman laying side by side,
just about like John and I, their overly colored sex organs in full view
and getting ready for action, that prompted the removal of restricting
clothing.

"I love this picture, wanna look at it while we do it?" he asked. Hell I
was good to go with just about anything including a Tampax ad if necessary.

"Sure," I told him and we both undid our jeans and pulled them to our
knees, underwear included, freeing our rampant thirteen-year old dicks. We
both stole glances at the other to see how we compared and I found that I
was the larger of the two, John's circumcised cock barely five inches long
and not nearly as thick as mine.

"Yours is pretty nice," he commented, all but staring at my raging cock. I
responded in kind, not knowing what else to say. It wasn't polite to impugn
another boy's cock, especially in his bedroom with his nudie book and you
were both so wound up that you could practically cum just thinking about
grabbing your cock and stroking it. Like me, John didn't have a huge amount
of hairs, just a tiny nest restricted to the base of his lily-white cock,
but I was ahead of him there too. My balls were also bigger than his but
neither of us had a hair on them at all, the bags as smooth as a cue ball.

"God look at that cunt," John said as he pulled on his cock, "wouldn't you
love to stuff your cock inside there and make her beg for you to fuck her,"
he panted. Even at that tender age, I doubted that any adult female would
beg either of us to fuck them with our puny little boy cocks. Even so, my
first thought was

"No, I wouldn't love to stuff my cock in there but I'd love to stuff my
mouth over the guys big fat hard cock and suck on it like a fucking
lollipop." I didn't have time to dwell on that thought or its meaning cuz
John was ready to blast.

"Oh fuck I want to fuck that pussy," he moaned and rolled onto his back and
jacked with a fury, his mind probably visualizing that exact fantasy behind
his covered lids. Since his eyes were blocked because his forearm was
draped across his face. I took the liberty of watching closely, fascinated
as he jacked off and then arched his back in the air as he came, two large
globs of white goo plopping out and landing on his heaving flat belly. It
was hotter for me watching John jack off and cum than looking at the
picture and so I too rolled to my back and covered my eyes and thought
about sucking on John's cock while I stroked myself to my second sperming
of the day, the first one having been before I got out of bed that
morning. It was pretty intense all right, that first time doing something
with another guy, and I would relive the experience in my mind for the next
few months.

John and I jacked off together on a fairly regular basis and were joined
from time to time with one or two other boys our age that happened to be
with us after school. One time there were seven of us in John's bedroom,
all cute naked horny teenage boys, each one thinking they were the hottest
and prancing around with full on hard young cocks sticking proudly out from
our skinny little bodies. Of course we all had to measure to see who had
the longest or the thickest, who had the most hairs, whose balls were
bigger or hung lowest and of course the crème de la crème, who shot
the farthest or made the most cum.

Of all the boys I had the second largest cock, the most hair and the
hangingest balls. Danny Henderson had the biggest cock, at least two inches
longer than my five and three quarters and it was his that I wanted the
most, that is, in my mouth. Boy did I dream about that boy a lot.  Funny
thing though, even with all the full on nakedness and sex play going on,
only one time had someone ever brought up the notion of sucking on another
boy's cock and man, did that ever turn out bad. If anyone else had a
similar notion they sure learned quick to keep it to themselves.

Curly Watson, the youngest and smallest of the group, who got his nickname
because of a wild mop of large curls on his head, had casually asked once
if anyone had ever sucked on a cock. Being the youngest, Curly didn't
understand the group all that much.  Curly hadn't noticed that none of the
older boys had ever brought up any question or comment that had anything to
do with being involved with a cock that wasn't attached to your own body.

Of course all he was doing was asking a question, it wasn't like he was
offering his mouth, his hand or his hairless little dick but that's the way
the other boys took it and Curly took a hazing for weeks afterwards, mostly
at school. While the other boys didn't really come right out and tell
anybody what he'd said or call him a fag or anything they would yell out
things at school like,

"Hey Curly, ya wanna...?" or "Hey Curly, meet me in the.."  and leave the
question or statement hanging which of course caused lots of other kids to
ask, "wanna what?" "Meet him where, and why."

Needless to say Curly lived in fear that the boys would tell everyone that
he offered to suck their cocks and thus ruin the rest of his natural school
life. As it was he quit hanging out with us at all. And all he did was ask
a question, although in retrospect it may have been more than just a
question. He dropped out of school in tenth grade and I'd heard that he
ended up working as a dancer in a drag club when he was twenty-one. Anyway,

So, there I was, laying on my bed thinking for the umpteenth time about
whether or not I might be gay and wondering how I might find out, what
might I do to prove one way or another whether it was girls or boys, or
maybe even both, that I was attracted to. That jack off session I had been
thinking about Alex Setson's cock and what it might look like. I'd been
sitting off to one side slightly behind the cute blonde boy and noticed
that his hands were fiddling under the table. That meant only one thing. He
had a bone and was feeling on it, squeezing his legs together against it
and stuff. At one point he had it standing straight up in his sports shorts
and was pressing it between the palms of his outstretched hands. The thing
looked pretty tall too, at least as big as mine and maybe even bigger. Of
course I got a bone just watching him and wondered how I might get him into
our spermers group.

Anyhow, I got up off my bed and grabbed a shirt from my laundry basket and
wiped the cum from my torso then tugged my briefs on and got back into
bed. I had to have a plan of some kind and what came to mind was the idea
that I had to be with another guy. That was the only way to do it. I'd have
to find a boy to be with and find out if I liked it or not. I mean,
thinking about sucking cock and actually doing it were two different
things. Just like coming off a ten-foot tall quarter pipe on roller blades
for the first time. Great to dream about it but boy that first fucking time
was sure scary as all hell.

So, where to find a boy? Well that part was easy cuz there were tons of em
at school but how did you find one that might be willing to play around? I
wasn't all that comfortable with trying one of my jack off buddies. No
way. Not after what happened to Curly.  If that backfired I'd be fucked
seven ways from Sunday. No, I'd have to go somewhere else to find a
suitable partner for my experiment, somewhere outside my regular circle of
people where I wasn't known at all. But where? As I drifted off to sleep I
had a last thought. Why did it have to be another boy?

When I woke up the next morning I knew that I'd had some sort of revelation
as I was drifting off to sleep but for the life of me I couldn't bring it
to the forefront of my brain. In the shower, I paid loving attention to my
balls and rising cock while I envisioned Lindsey Graham sucking it and as I
stroked my hardened flesh her face turned into Adam's Neeson's face. Adam
was in my gym class so of course I'd seen him naked. He was a hunk of a boy
a year older than me whose cock was about as big as mine but
uncircumcised. It was interesting to watch him clean himself, sliding the
skin back over the head during it's washing and I knew I wasn't the only
boy who was curious about that whole thing.

I'd often wondered, as my jack off friends had, what it must like having a
cock like that. Needless to say I was more concerned about how it would
feel in my mouth what with all that extra moveable skin and all. I finally
came, shooting my cum into the shower spray, my knees weak and wobbly from
my sperming. I continued to slowly nurse my shaft until the water hitting
it became too sensitive, then turned my back to the spray and went about
doing my usual cleansing ritual.

I went about my business at school, the fleeting thought from the night
before pushed to the back of my brain while more important issues like
math, science and looking at Marcie's tits under her tight sweater,
occupied my mind. I was walking mindlessly down the main hall toward the
cafeteria for lunch when I passed a group of girls talking and one of them
said,

"Eeewww, she going out with an older guy, like he's twenty two or
something." A flash went off in my brain connecting me to my sleep thought
of the night before. That was it, the solution to my problem. How about if
I was with a man, an older guy? If not a man, how about an in between like
one of those college dudes that hung out at borders or Starbucks.

"Yes!" I thought, as I smiled to myself.  I was so caught up in my thoughts
that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and smacked right into
Joey Castilla, the high school star quarterback and full on jock. Joey was
walking with a couple of his cronies and his girlfriend Tanya, otherwise
known as gazoonga's, for her big tits that seemed even bigger in her
cheerleading outfit. I knew more than one boy who'd jacked off while
dreaming of being smothered in those mammoth mounds of flesh.

"Watch the fuck where you're goin Markenson or I'll wipe that silly fucking
smile off your puny little face. What you smiling about anyhow Markenson?
Dreamin about Tanya's tits again?" he said laughing.  It wasn't any secret
that his girlfriend had the biggest tits in school nor was it any secret to
Joey that practically every boy, but me that is, dreamed about sucking on
em. And I wasn't sure about me even. Everyone within hearing distance,
meaning the entire hall, was laughing but Tanya came to my rescue.

"Oh leave him alone Joey," she said as she slapped his arm. "Besides, he's
kinda cute," she added, giving me a huge smile as she clutched her books to
her boobs. It wasn't any secret to Tanya that everyone talked about her
tits.

"Yeah riiiight," the older boy said, as the group moved on their way. Well
that certainly got me some props with the boys that were present. Old
gazoonga's had not only acknowledged me, she said I was cute in front of a
ton of people. My bottom of the rung ninth grade status would definitely go
up a few notches over that one, even if only for a week or so. I wasn't
allowed any more time to ruminate as a couple of my friends came to
congratulate me for not getting killed in front of everybody and for
getting recognized by Tanya.

Later that night I'd jacked off again, this time fantasizing about fucking
Tanya while burying my face in her boobs. Wasn't that the way it was done,
suck em and fuck em at the same time, giving them that old double pleasure
thing? I don't know what had brought it on actually but I had been thinking
about the days episode and what she had said about me being cute which
segued into her and Joey being together.

I'd seen Joey naked before too since the football team dressed out in the
same locker room as my gym class, which was last period of the day. Joey's
cock wasn't all that big, mine was bigger, and so I wondered about him
fucking her then wondered if I'd do a better job cuz my cock was longer and
thicker than his. Of course at the time I didn't understand the principle
that said something like, "the smaller the cock the bigger the difference
when hard," or something like that. Sucking on Joey's cock didn't even
enter into the equation as he had a super hairy bush and that wasn't a turn
on for me at all. Besides, he wasn't all that cute either.

So there I lay, pulling on my smooth soft nuts while I stroked my cock with
Vaseline intensive care, gasping as I slid up over the swollen, sensitive
head and back down again, the vision of Tanya's face coupled with a cunt
from Playboy firm in my mind's eye. I had to speed up my fantasy so that I
was cumming inside Tanya's big cunt, assuming that cunt size and boob size
correlated, while in real life my sperm was pouring out onto my heaving
stomach and turning my belly button into a white pool of the stuff. I lay
there panting for a solid two minutes, my mind seemingly blank, before I
found a cum rag and cleaned myself off.

I got back into bed and my brain went to the solution of my "Am I"
dilemma. So. How about trying to hook up with one of those college
guys. That seemed to me to be a grand solution. Still young and cute
(hopefully) but older than the kids I went to school with and therefore
safer. The notion that something dangerous could happen to me never entered
my little mind. What the hell could be worse that being labeled a fag at
school and anyhow, I saw how the outwardly or openly gay kids were treated
and I didn't want to be in that leaky assed fucking boat. I fell asleep
mulling over the pros and cons of Borders versus Starbuck's.


I continued to consider the problem till Friday and decided that I would
try Borders first. Starbucks was right across the street so I could always
use it as my backup source if there was nothing going at the bookstore. My
mom was working that night but I had told her where I was going. She was
totally supportive of my spending time at Borders. I showered, jacked off
thinking about the possibilities that loomed before me and got dressed in
tan cargoes and a yellow and black checked button down Mossimo dress shirt,
tucked in. Tan Lugz covered my feet.

I assessed myself in the mirror that hung on that back of our bathroom door
and was pleased with what I saw: a slender but not skinny young teenager a
little over five foot six inches tall with medium brown hair. I was a
couple months past due for a trim and so a little unruly, not quite hanging
in my ears but definitely covering my eyebrows. The hair, along with thick
eyebrows and lashes brought attention to framed large hazel eyes that
sometimes had a green-ish tint to them that. They were also were very
slightly oval, due to some Alaskan Indian blood a couple of generations
back, or so I was told.

My teeth were straight and white with no visible cavities and at least one
girl had told me that I had perfect lips. My face was somewhat narrow, but
not pencil like, and totally smooth without freckles, pimples or hair of
any kind. I guess I was cute, at least its what I heard, most recently from
gazoonga's and you'd think if she thought so then so would most of the
other girls at school. I turned around and admired my butt, held nicely in
place by Jockey briefs under the pants and bubbling outward from my
twenty-eight inch waist.

"Yup" I said out loud, "This should generate at least some interest."

I hopped the city bus that stopped almost in front of my house and was
walking through the front door of the giant bookseller barely twenty
minutes later. I didn't linger in the novels, magazine, and kids section
downstairs but went straight upstairs to the reference, medical, psychology
and history section. That's where the tables and chairs were mostly and of
course, the purpose of the entire trip, guys.

I didn't really have any idea about what I was suppose to do, how I was
suppose to go about trying to get some guy interested in me. I figured I
could flirt but what if the guy was straight or hated gays, then what.  I
looked around at the people who were going about their own business,
seeking out prospective candidates, but I needed to find something to give
the impression that I wasn't doing what I was doing. I needed a prop.

I wandered to the atlas section and pretended to look at the titles while
surreptitiously continuing to troll the area within my view. I spotted a
guy that looked pretty cute and figured that was a good a place as any to
start. I pulled a large hardbound atlas down and started heading toward his
table when a girl came up and said hello to him, apologizing because she
was late. He stood and kissed her and in doing so removed himself from my
list of possibilities, the idea that the guy might like both not entering
my brain.

Since I was already committed, what with book in hand, I diverted my
direction to another table, where two guys were sitting hunched over open
books and notepaper. Another quick glance around told me that was going to
be about my best choice for now, not mention that there were few other
likely places to sit. After all, Borders wasn't exactly the city library.

"What the fuck," I thought, "don't all these guys have something better to
do on a Friday night than study. Don't college dudes get drunk and do weird
college stuff?"

Of course, it didn't occur to me that if they were doing what I thought
they should be doing, then there wouldn't be anyone left for me to try to
pick up.  So, I headed toward the table, asked if I could sit down and one
of them raised his head and said to go ahead, while the other one kept his
face glued to whatever he was reading, which is what the first guy did as
soon as he told me I could sit down. I opened the atlas and began looking
through it. Well, not exactly looking, but at least turning the pages and
trying to sneak peeks at my two table partners.

The guy who talked to me looked older, maybe in his thirties, if a balding
head was any indication of his age. The other guy I couldn't tell cuz he
kept his face down and all I could see was a head of sort of messy black
hair. Since there didn't seem to be even a hint of action where I was, I
kept alternating my gaze between the Atlas and the room, scanning about to
see if some opportunity might present itself elsewhere. It didn't and there
wasn't but it didn't keep me from looking.

Movement brought my attention back to the table to see the bald guy gather
up his stuff and stand to leave. The other guy didn't move a muscle but
kept his gaze on the book that rested on the table about eight inches from
his face. I wondered what the fuck could be so interesting to keep anyone's
attention so intensely. I got up and took the Atlas back, replacing it with
an equally large edition of the Far Side, since the comedy section was
facing the Atlas's and dictionaries, and went back to my table and plopped
down, the book hitting the table a little harder than I intended. It caused
the other guy to raise his head slightly and look at me, not a look of
disgust but not one of joy and happiness either.

"Sorry," I mumbled and he nodded then went back to whatever it was he was
reading. I'd gotten a brief glimpse at his face and got the impression that
he wasn't much older than I was. Still I figured he was older cause I never
saw a kid my age that could stay so focused on what he was reading. I
chuckled to myself as I thumbed through the cartoons while still scanning
the room. It was while my head was turned that I heard the thump of a book
closing and turned to see what the noise was. My table partner had closed
his book and was leaning back in his chair, his chin sort of resting on the
fist of his right hand and arm it was attached to was propped on the arm of
the chair. He was looking in my direction but not at me, his gaze more like
he was off in thought about something. Then he looked right at me.

The guy was cute, but not in a hunky jock sort of way, more like me, sort
of soft and gentle like. His somewhat pale face seemed pretty smooth and
clear, his eyes large and dark under bangs that almost covered his
eyebrows. His mouth was closed, his lips almost pressed together and for a
quick little second I wondered what it would be like to kiss them.

"You like Larson," he asked, nodding to the book in my hands. His voice had
a nice sound to it. Not deep at all but deeper than mine, and it had a
softness that went with the rest of him. He went on to say that he had all
of the Far Side books as well as a desk and a wall calendar in his
apartment. I noticed as he talked that his teeth seemed to be white as
white can be and perfectly straight and even.

"Wow, you must like him a lot then," I said, which sounded pretty lame but
was about the only thing I could think of to say. He nodded his head then
reached across the expanse of table.

"My name's Scott." I reached out and grasped his hand discovering a soft
grip and not one of those hard grip things like most guys use when they're
stroking their cocks.

"Brian," I replied. Scott then led the conversation that centered around
how often I came to Borders, where I went to school and all that "get to
know you" stuff that we all have to go through. I found out that he was a
senior at the U, was twenty one, he'd graduated high school at seventeen,
and was working on a psychology degree with a goal of being a PhD in
clinical psych-his description. I told him I was suffering through ninth
grade and he laughed, saying that suffering was a good description for
anyone in ninth grade. When I asked what he was studying so intently he
said it was for his statistics class, boring but necessary.

"I'm dying of thirst," he finally said, "wanna get something to drink, I'll
buy."  I told him sure but that I had to piss first.

"I knew there was something I was forgetting," he said as we both stood up,
the look of being absentmindedness on his face, openly and intentionally
fake. "Sometimes I get so involved when I'm studying that I forget all
kinds of stuff." He headed toward the men's room with me behind him and I
noticed a couple of things. He wasn't all that much taller than I was,
maybe two inches at the most, and he had a really nice butt. Slim like
mine, it fit nicely in the black Dockers he was wearing. He dropped his
books on the counter and headed for one of the two urinals while I looked
to see if the stall was occupied, and it was.

It's hard for me to piss when I'm standing next to someone, even a friend,
but I had no choice. Scott was already out and starting to drain when I
stepped up, unzipped and fumbled around in all the clothing before finding
my cock and dragging it out. As much as I was dying to see what Scott's
cock looked like I couldn't force myself to glance down and as much as I
was wanting to let him see mine I still kept it hidden, holding it with my
thumb and index finger just behind the head, with my palm laying along side
of it. I waited, and waited, trying to force it to go.

"Just relax, don't try to force it," Scott said quietly. I looked at him
out of the corner of my eye and said,

"Huh." I couldn't really believe that an almost stranger was talking to me
while I was trying to piss.

"Just relax, it'll come out." I nodded my head and as my eyes were heading
back to a straight ahead position they accidentally glanced downward and I
saw what looked to be a very nice hose hanging out of his pants. It was
only like a second's look but it sure made me want to see some more. He was
shaking off as my stream started flowing and I finally finished as he was
drying his hands. I quickly did the same and we left.

We headed toward Borders across the street and on the way he told me that
what I had was called piss anxiety and that most guys got it.

"Guys are always concerned about how they measure up to other guys and so
when they're standing there trying to piss they're worried that the other
guy might see them and think something negative about their dick. So they
get anxious about it and it's hard to piss. Gotta just relax and focus on
something else, like a bologna sandwich or something." That made me
laugh. Then I asked why he didn't seem to have a problem with it, that he
seemed to just step up and do it.

"Well," he said after a pause, "uummm, I guess I'm not too worried about
how I compare to other guys." When I asked him why was that he sort of
hemmed and hawed then finally said, "because I'm bigger than average and I
know it." When I asked what average was he said it was about 5½ to 6
inches. Well I gotta tell you that made me feel good, knowing I was above
average and I couldn't think of another area that I'd rather be above
average in. I chuckled and when he asked why I told him what I'd been
thinking, causing him to laugh.

"See there. Now you don't have to worry about it. Of course you will
anyhow, but you don't have to." That led to another brief discussion about
how most guys were still concerned and interestingly enough most guys
always wished that their dicks were one inch bigger, almost no matter how
big their cock was already. We made it to Starbucks, got mocha
frappachino's and found an unoccupied table.  We sipped our drinks and I
reflected on our discussion and asked,

"So, how much above average are you?" He smiled at me and shook his head
side to side. "What," I asked him, smiling. "Is it a state secret?" He
didn't bat an eyelash and said that it should be and I laughed loud enough
to cause people to look in our direction. "That I'd like to see," I said
when I stopped laughing. He raised an eyebrow at me as if to say,

"Do you realize what you've just said?" Well I did and started to back
track,

"Well, what I mean is..." he raised his hand to stop me.

"I know what you mean. That's a normal response in a teenage boy Brian so
don't worry about it." We each took sips of our drinks and he added
quietly, "Maybe next time we're in the bathroom you'll have to look
longer."

Before I could answer he asked me more about school, what I liked and
didn't like, did I play sports, my friends and of course the obligatory,
did I have a girlfriend. When I shook my head he asked if I had ever had
one and I shook my head again, the straw between my lips sucking up my
drink. He told me that I would in time and not to worry about it. I told
him I wasn't worried about it at all and asked if he had one. He said that
he didn't at that time but had all through high school and in fact had been
engaged in his freshman year of college but that the girl had broken it off
and moved away and that was that.

"I'm way too busy for a relationship right now anyway," he said by way of
explanation. We talked about Scott, his high school years growing up in a
wealthy family, his choice of career and what college had been like for him
so far. The time seemed to fly by and I realized that I needed to get home
to which Scott responded by asking if I wanted a ride, to which I responded
with a resounding "sure." We gathered his books and headed back to Borders
parking lot and finally stopping at a convertible Mustang. It was an older
one, maybe even one of the first one's but I didn't know all that much
about cars so I couldn't tell. In any case it looked perfect.

"Cool Car," I said as Scott opened the driver's side door. He laughed, said
thanks, got in and leaned over to unlock the passenger door for me. I got
in and looked around then told him where I lived as he started the car and
we headed toward the exit and since our city isn't all that big, maybe two
hundred thousand, he said he knew the area and headed off in the correct
direction, stopping in front of my house twenty minutes later where we sat
with the car idling for a moment.

I was sort of stalling, hoping for what I wasn't sure, but something, and
as I open the door to get out he asked,

"So, you want to get together again sometime Brian?" I nodded my head.

"Yeah Scott, that would be awesome," I told him, all but staring at his
eyes in the minimal light. He was sort of staring at me too and for a
moment I thought about leaning over and kissing him, not that I had ever
kissed anyone other than a family member. "Yeah," I said again, in a much
softer voice. We agreed on borders the next night and I climbed out of the
car. I waited until he took off, waved at him but couldn't tell if he waved
back, then headed to my front door, my belly all full of tingles.

I had started to get hard when he asked to see me again and when we were
staring at each other and I was thinking about kissing him, my cock kept on
getting hard so by the time I reached my front door the thing was straining
to get out of my pants. I went straight to my room, peeled off my clothes
and stretched out on my bed with my cock in my hand. I played with it a
bit, pushing down as far as I could until the great feelings of it started
to hurt. I squeezed it in my fist, tight as I could then squeezed on the
head, making it go small, then watched as it got bigger again, speeding the
process up by constricting my cock along with my asshole muscle. Typical
"boy with his cock" stuff.

I started stroking it slowly while thinking about Scott's face and the
brief glimpse I'd gotten of his cock. While the exact dimensions eluded me,
I combined what I'd seen with what he'd told me and produced quite a
whopper in my mind. I envisioned myself sucking on it. I fantasized Scott
sucking on mine and taking the whole thing inside his mouth. Since he was
older than me and thus had to be more experienced, I imaged him taking
control of me, licking and sucking my cock and maybe even my balls while he
jacked me off.  I

 felt the tingling in my balls and then my belly, felt my cock thicken in
my hand, and shoved my hips in the air as my cock head erupted and the
first glob hit my nipple and left a three inch trail downward toward my
belly button while in my mind I was cumming in Scott's mouth. I managed
three more globs on various places on my stomach before it slowed to a
dribble and I slowly nursed it, causing more little globs to ooze out and
run down across my thumb and drip into my pubic hair.

I let my body relax back onto the bed then I closed my eyes and gripped
onto the head and gently squeezed it and twisted my hand around it, the cum
keeping it slippery in my fist. God I loved jacking off, loved the feeling
in my belly then my cock as I came. I'd jack off ten times a day if could
have, although my personal record had been five. My cock head was very
sensitive and besides my cum had been absorbed into my skin and so was dry
and the afterglow of cumming finally dwindled so I stopped what I was doing
and just lay there thinking.

Scott seemed like a nice guy and more importantly he seemed to fit what I
was looking for. The talk about cocks and pissing and stuff seemed like a
good sign but his statement about actually looking at his cock almost
seemed like an invitation. I finally got the energy to get up and clean
myself off then pulled my briefs and a t-shirt on and went down the hall to
the kitchen to get some cookies and milk. Jacking off worked up an appetite
and whenever I could, I ate afterwards. I polished off a dozen Oreos while
I surfed the channels on the TV then went upstairs to bed.


Mom was sleeping in and would have to work again that night so I quietly
ate breakfast and watched `toons till she got up around eleven. The rest of
the day was boring and I alternated between wondering about seeing Scott
that night and doing my homework. My grades were only okay and could have
been a lot better but I was having trouble getting motivated, as though
that was a new story. Mom went to work at a quarter to six and I left for
Borders ten minutes later. Scott wasn't there but showed up in a big rush
almost thirty minutes late.

"Sorry," he said right off the bat, "but one of my brothers stopped by and
I had to spend some time with him. I hope you haven't been waiting long." I
told him it was okay, that I hadn't been waiting long but the fact was I
had been thinking that maybe he wasn't going to show up.

We sat and for a moment were at a loss for words then he asked what I'd
done all day and from there we progressed on to all manner of things. None
of it was really very important or earth shattering except that in talking
about my grades he asked if it would be helpful if he would help me
study. Since that would be a way for us to get together I agreed
immediately. It gave us a legitimate reason to exchange phone numbers,
which we also did. He was very clear with me though that he spent a great
deal of time studying, had little free time so getting together every day
wasn't going to be an option. I told him that was okay, that I would be
grateful for any time that he could spare me. He looked at his watch then
said that he had to go, that he was meeting with his study group.

"Tell you what though. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" I told him that
I didn't, and he asked if I'd like to go swimming. It was March, a cold
March so I asked what he had in mind. He said that we could drive out to
his parent's place and use their indoor pool. I told him that would be
awesome so he agreed to pick me up about ten the next morning. He asked if
I wanted a ride home, which of course I did, so we left and went through
the same little ritual of staring at each other in his car in front of my
house. He leaned toward me and I really felt like he wanted to kiss
me. Instead he reached out and tenderly removed a piece of lint from my
cheek, his touch warm and almost electric. He'd no sooner removed his hand
than his gaze jerked to some place behind me.

"What," I said, turning to see my friend John standing on the sidewalk with
Alex Stetson of all people. "They're friends of mine," I said. "So, I'll
see you tomorrow morning then," I said and he nodded his head saying,

"I'm looking forward to it." I climbed out and he took off as I turned to
face John and Alex.  "Hey what's up," I said to John, surprised as all hell
to see Alex with him.

"What's gonna be up is your dick," he said with a lascivious smile and
pulled a video out from under his jacket. "When does your mom get home from
work?" It was only about seven thirty and mom wouldn't be home for at least
an hour and a half, which is what I told him, looking at Alex then back to
John. I felt my cock start to harden in my pants. I'd wanted to see what
Alex's cock looked like and now I was going to find out.

"Come on," I said and headed up the walk to my front door, trying to be
casual as I put my hand in my pocket to get the key and adjust my rapidly
hardening cock without being noticed. Once inside John went straight to the
VCR, shoved the tape in and turned on the TV. I went to my room and grabbed
a hand towel for cleanup and returned to the living room to find the two
boys sitting at each end of the sofa, eyes glued to the screen where a guy
was getting his big fat cock sucked while the girl finger fucked her
pussy. So, that meant that I had the middle and I was more than okay with
that.

Both John and Alex were already rubbing at the fronts of their jeans so I
just flopped down between them and watched the action. John was the first
to unzip and put his hand inside but I went one better and unbuttoned and
unzipped then slipped my hand in over my underwear and rubbed against my
hard as rock cock. Alex was looking over at both of us and decided to
follow my example so was soon rubbing his hand on the outside of his
Jockey's.

"Fuck this is so hot," John groaned. He's followed suit and opened his
pants like we had but both hands were underneath his underwear and working
on bare flesh. I was getting cramped in my briefs and was dying to let
myself get freed so decided fuck it and reached inside, grabbed onto my
cock and pulled it out, my wrist holding the waistband of my underwear out
of the way.

"Good idea," Alex commented and did the same thing and we both just looked
at each other's fourteen year old pride and joy. His cock was
beautiful. Longer than mine by an inch at least, he was also much thicker
than me, the perfect head at the top almost smaller than the width of the
shaft unlike mine which was more evenly proportioned.

"Nice cock Brian," he said, staring at my upright shaft. I commented on his
as well then commotion on my other side drew my attention and I turned to
see that John had shoved his pants and underwear to his ankles, allowing
his legs to splay open.

"Damn right," I thought to myself. I hated jacking off when I felt
constricted by clothing, preferring the freedom of complete nakedness
whenever possible, which was why I did it my room most of the time. I would
have preferred it then and there too but until you know someone, you have
to go slow or get accused of being different. Anyhow, I did the same thing,
shoving my pants down and pulling my shirt up to my neck and Alex was right
behind me.

 We spend the next minute or so just looking at each other and playing with
our cocks, pulling them upright and letting the smack back against the firm
bare flesh of our bellies or pushing them forward or sideways or
whatever. I saw that the bag hanging between Alex's bare thighs was as
smooth as my own but the eggs inside were definitely bigger than mine and I
wondered briefly if he made more sperms than John and me, rightly figuring
that we'd all find out in the next five minutes. I also noticed that his
pubic bush was fuller than mine, as well as being a dark brown where mine
was more black.

A moan from the TV drew our attention back to the front of us in time to
see the guys cock slip inside of her cunt, our view of course being from
between their legs looking from where their feet would be.

"Oh fuck," John said quietly as he grasped onto his cock and slowly stroked
it with his thumb and forefinger. I glanced as Alex who had taken his in a
full fist but had his hand reversed so that his thumb was down and not
up. That looked pretty strange and I tried it just to see how it felt but
went back to my normal position, a full thumb down grip. The three of us
stroked along in tandem as the view on the screen changed so that we were
looking down on the couple, the guy on his knees between her legs, the legs
down so that we could easily see his cock slide in and out of her while she
fingered her pussy, rubbing on parts that we had no name for.

"Fuck I can't take this any more, man, I gotta fucking cum," John moaned
out and both Alex and I watched as he picked up speed then groaned as his
whole body tensed up and he shot, a short stream of white firing out onto
his belly. John kept on jacking, his body relaxing back onto the sofa and
his cock slowing to an ooze.

"Cool," Alex said under his breath, then to me, "wanna see who can cum
first?" I nodded my head we both went to town, jacking off with a fury,
Alex's other hand cupping and tugging on his balls while my smooth balls
simply bounced the way nuts do when you're pounding your dick. Alex quickly
changed his grip to match mine saying that he was cumming but so was I and
we both stared at each other's cock as they erupted, both spewing out globs
of warm white liquid.

M first one went to about an inch above my belly button but Alex shot to
his nipples, the stream of cum landing almost dead center between them. We
both continued pumping our hard young cocks and both sets of boy balls did
their part by shoving sperm up the shafts and out into the cold world, my
next two landing close to the first one, as did Alex's.

Alex's became more single shots after that first one, the droplets landing
here and there on his heaving belly while mine went more into plopping
mode, the drops barely clearing my piss slit and falling onto my belly. We
both finally slowed to a dribble, hands gently nursing the leaking tubes,
and we looked into each other's eyes and smiled. John meanwhile declared a
tie saying that we came at the same time, but that Alex had shot farther
and made more stuff.

"I guess we'll just have to have," and he paused for emphasis then
finished, "a jack off," then laughed at his own joke while John and I
rewarded him with our own laughter. It was sort of funny.

I took the towel from between us and cleaned myself off then handed it to
Alex who did the same. Our legs had been resting against each other through
the entire process, actually pushing against each other during the jack
off, and since Alex had made no move to move, as it were, I didn't see any
reason too either. I sort of liked the warmth and feel of his leg against
mine but didn't have any time to consider it much as John and stood up. He
stood facing us, t-shirt now dropped but his pants still down to his
ankles, his still rock hard cock sticking out from under the edge of his
shirt.

"Wanna go again?" he asked.


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