Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2009 09:37:23 -0500
From: tim <extramundane@gmail.com>
Subject: Can you play?

"Can you play?"

This is how our afternoons after school or our summer days would begin. My
best friend Jeff and I were essentially inseparable. I don't really
remember when we met, but I was 10 and he was 9 when we really began to
play (you know, trucks and stuff) together.

He lived down the street, on an unpaved part that went down into the
woods. My parents' house was on the part that had been cleared out when the
houses were built but we had 10 acres with woods in the back. I could walk
to his house up the hill and through the woods if I wanted.

There was always pretty much nothing to do. My mom was a chain smoking mess
and I was not allowed to have friends over. His mom was divorced and
alcoholic, chain smoking too. Both of us wanted to play outside, and it was
always riding our bikes up and down the street, up and down, up and down,
up and down the 1 mile stretch. We had little places we would stop and
"hang out" and talk and watch cars go by. We knew all the neighbors. We
were good kids.

This went on for years, and as other little kids on the street got older,
we had more playmates. But Jeff and I were the core. We often went off by
ourselves, and when we were about 14 and 13, we began to explore the woods
behind the small development. Long, long trails made by the deer and by
dirt bikes. We'd ride our little BMXs up in the woods for hours and hours
and hours. Those were still Halcyon Days.

Sort of. At 14 I was, like all 14-yr olds, a horny fucker. I jacked off 2-3
times a day. Since I was 12 my mind had been ruled by three things:
Academics, riding my bike, and the constant rumbling in my groin. My cock
is 8" cut, with a nice girth, and back then I was flexible enough to suck
myself off. I loved the taste of my own cum. I always knew I was gay, but I
did not know I was "gay" per se: I just knew I wanted guys and girls
repulsed me.

Jeff and I started talking about girls and sex when he was about 12 1/2. We
talked about being horny. We talked about jacking off, in the abstract of
course, not admitting to it ourselves. Jeff was a somewhat meek boy,
stocky-heavy build, average height. Unruly brown hair. kind, brown eyes. At
the time my hair was changing from blonde to dirty blonde, but my body hair
was black. I'm a little short, always have been. Intense blue eyes that
shift hue quickly with my mood. Naturally built like a brick shithouse,
somewhat of a bull in a china shop.

One day in the hot summer, I was at Jeff's and we were doing I don't know
what. His mom was at work and so was his fat cunt sister. He mentioned he
found a porno in the attic. Mind you, this was 1984. So we set up the
projector and aimed it at the white wall. We huddled around it and watched
the little 2'x2' image on the wall. This guy's wife brings some bitch in
for a 3-way. He had a huge (to us) cock. They're all messing around and it
turns out she's there for him to fuck up the ass. The moment I saw that
amazing cock getting sucked, I knew I would be a cocksucker. The moment I
saw that asshole getting plowed, I knew I'd be doing that, too.


"You want to jerk off?"

We watched that porno over and over in the following weeks. One day we
played "I'll show you mine if you show me yours". Jeff has a nice, thick,
cut cock, average length with a slight curve up. I wanted to suck it right
there. But he's so shy, it would never have happened. The next time we
watched the porno, we figured out how to move the projector so we could see
it from the couch. This was much more comfortable. My cock ached as the guy
with the huge cock face-fucked the whore as his wife ate her out. Jeff was
rubbing his dick in his pants. I asked him if he wanted to jack off.

"You want to jerk off?"

"No! That's gross!!"

"Come on, you know you do it, I do. My balls are going to burst watching
this thing."

"No..."

"Look at your shorts, I can see you're fucking hard. Let's jerk off."

"OK, but don't tell anybody."

"Hell no!"

With that I undid my shorts and pulled my cock out of my jockeys. He pulled
his pants to the floor and we started stroking, watching the guy on the
wall fuck the shit out of the two chicks. He made them clean his cock after
he plowed their asses. My dick was so hard I thought it would break. But I
was really watching Jeff stroke his nice cock. He stopped for a
moment. "Take off your shorts too."

"OK", I replied and pulled my shorts and jockeys off. I was suddenly in my
favorite, most erotic outfit that to this day turns my crank really, really
hard: sneakers and a t-shirt.

"I don't like it dry, it hurts" he said and went to the bathroom. I was
momentarily puzzled – but then got it when he returned with some hand
cream. He sat back down and pumped some into the palm of his hand. He
turned his hand upside down and cupped the head of his beautiful cock and
moaned loudly. I was engrossed in watching him put hand cream on his dick
and jerk it slowly and then faster.

"Take some of the cream" he said. I had never used any kind of lube
before. I took some and thought my dick would explode. It was such an
amazing, new feeling. I watched Jeff love on his cock. I wanted to lick his
balls and his nice dark pubes. I needed that cock in my mouth. I spread my
legs and slid down the couch to get more comfortable – but really to
look at his dick more closely. I was entranced. My lust for him was
intense, overloading my mind. I came so hard I blew onto my face and chest;
I gave myself a headache. When he came he put his hips up in the air and
growled with sound I never thought him capable off, shooting his
yet-immature clear milk on his stomach.

We spent the summer jacking off on the couch, no longer needing the movie
– we had each other to watch. One day, I took the next step.

"Can I touch your dick?"

We were jacking off one afternoon. I was lusting after his dick. We were
now 15 and 14. "Can I touch your dick?"

"OK" he replied.

Jeff was my best friend for years. We had been jacking off together for
almost a year. Sometimes we watched each other, sometimes we had porno
mags. We grew tired of the porno movie he had found in the attic. We got
our hands on a couple on VHS pornos, which kept us occupied.

I moved over a little on the couch where his alcoholic mother
chain-smoked. I took his cock in my hand, both were already lubed with hand
cream, our lube of choice and convenience. It was amazing to touch his
dick. It felt wonderful in my hand, and I wanted it in my mouth so badly.

He moaned loudly, pushing his hips in the air. I experimented with
different ways of jacking him off – he resisted at first but then his
balls took over his mind. Remember, I was only supposed to *touch* it. He
did not like it the way I did it to myself, he liked it firmer and
slower. Soon he belonged to me, his boyhood in my hands. I felt his pubic
hair, massaging that little button at the base of his cock. I massaged his
smooth balls, wanting them in my mouth. I touched under his balls, pressing
firmly like I did to my own taint. I owned him at that moment. I just
explored his maturing boyhood. He laid there with his eyes closed, just
enjoying, moaning. I massaged my balls with my other hand and gently
fingered my asshole at the same time, so he could not see it.

I could tell his balls were raging, on fire, like only a young man's can. I
got more hand cream and cupped my hand upside down on his cock head, just
like he did, causing him to cry out. I polished the head with my hand,
driving him crazy. He was on overload, gritting his teeth. He was in
heaven. Again, I owned him. And I knew it. And he knew it.

I began to go for the finale. I wanted to make my best friend cum. I began
stroking his shaft. He moaned and cooed and moved his hips up and down. My
dick pulsed each time his glans slid between my thumb and index finger. I
slowly jerked myself with my other hand. Suddenly his hand was gently on my
dick, rubbing it so lightly, so tenderly. It was so intense I moaned
loudly, almost growling. We sat there, naked in the living room, jerking
each other off. I watched him with his eyes closed, in intense
pleasure. Soon he became frenzied, it was almost too intense but he did not
tell me to stop. Finally he came, roaring like lion filling a cunt with
semen, shooting over his head and on the window. As he came close to
cumming, he stroked me harder and faster, and when I saw his juice flying I
roared like a bull and shot straight up in the air, landing everywhere. I
blew and blew, 6 or 7 times. With the last 3 shots I began to see stars and
things went black for a moment. I opened my eyes, and there was my best
friend Jeff, naked and covered in cum, holding my cock, fast asleep.

"Let me suck you."

My best friend Jeff and I had been messing around in a relatively innocent
way for almost a year and a half. He had just turned 15 and I was pushing
16. We jacked off together, sometimes jacking each other off. We could give
each other mind-blowing hand-jobs. He loved my ball sack, and touching my
asshole. He was fascinated with my shaft, and loved cupping my head and
polishing it like the beautiful knob it is.

We spent a lot of time by ourselves now, away from the other kids who were
too young for us to hang out with. Most of the time it was either riding
our BMX bikes in the woods or walking in the woods. We could walk for what
seemed like miles in the woods and it was just really nice. We would talk
and shoot the shit a lot. We still talked about girls, our jacking off
being something innocent and different. Well, for him at least. I knew I
was gay – girls just turned me off, I wanted cock. Period. His cock.

Sometimes we would walk naked in the woods, our boners swinging back and
forth. We'd nap out there sometimes too. We jacked off in the woods, and
jack each other off too. Doing it out in nature was such a turn on for both
of us, but I think it was also the element of risk. Of course, we never saw
another soul out there. I began eating his cum, making him cum into my
palm, which really made him horny. I would just keep milking him and he'd
cum for me three times in a row. I'd blow one into the grass or leaves each
time I tasted his seed. Kneeling on the forest floor, sometimes I would
have his dick at eye level and watch him cum. I even kneaded his ass cheeks
and played a little with his asshole. Anything to please him, to get my way
with him. And I always wanted things my way, but also knew how far to push
it, or not.

One day we were walking along and began one of those hypothetical
conversations boys have about sex. This one began with me popping a
question I had buried deep in my loins for a long, long, time.

"Ever wonder what a dick tastes like?"

"No."

I knew he was lying.

"Seriously, have you? I have."

"Not really. Well... Ok, sort of."

"What about cum?"

"Now *that's* gross, you're the one with that fetish."

"Hey, it's not a fetish, it's my reward for making you blow your load."

"What, my hand on your knob, making your eyes roll back in your head is not
enough?" he joked and grabbed at my crotch.  I yanked down my shorts and
said, "Yeah, it's ok, why don't you do it now?"

With that he grabbed my cock firmly and started jacking me off on the
forest path. He pulled his shorts down and worked his meat at the same
time. He pulled us off into the brush.

"Let me suck you" I breathed heavily as my balls ached. He pushed my head
down and I was on my knees, greedily sucking his 6" dick. It was amazing in
my mouth, down my throat. I gently pulled my cock, not wanting to cum
before him. He moaned as I loved on his rod, polishing the head with my
tongue. My first blow job, and I was in heaven. His knees began to buckle
and he groaned more and more. I just kept going.

He began to shake with ecstasy. "I want to cum in your mouth."

"Mmmmmm..." I hummed. The vibration from that must have sent him over
edge. He fell forward on me and I caught him as his body buckled and he
began shooting down my throat, shot after shot, yelling out in garbled
syllables. I suddenly was shooting too. It was too much for both of us, we
just kept cumming. I kept milking him, holding him above me, and after
another minute was rewarded with another load.

We collapsed in a heap in the leaves, breathing heavily. "Fuck that was
amazing" he said, drifting off to sleep. I took hold of his dick, and
jacked myself off again, cumming on my face with more force than I expected
as I remembered giving my first head. I drifted off to sleep too, both of
us still naked from the waist down.

A week later, it was raining and we were bored, so we pulled out one of the
pornos we were tired of, but that was all we had. We began jacking off, and
I gently made a move to suck Jeff off. I wanted to hold his ass in my hands
as I blew him. But he moved too fast for me, and suddenly he was between my
legs, my cock in his mouth.

"TEEEEETH!!!!!!!!!" I cried, and he yanked off, stunned. "Watch your teeth
man!"

"Sorry! Give me another chance – "

"Hell yeah"

This time he was more ginger about it, and I thought my brain would explode
out my ears. My balls were immediately on fire, my loins already rumbling
to cum. My first head and it was all I hoped it would be. I pushed his head
down and he moaned, humming on my cock. All too soon I was ready to blow.

"I'm going to cum!"

"Tap my head when you're right there!"

I kept squirming on the couch, his hands on my balls, his mouth working my
meat. I was about to erupt and hit him on the head rather than tap, though
I did not really mean it that way. I could feel it traveling up my shaft
when he pulled off and I blew all over his face. I saw stars and was
breathing so hard I thought my lungs would burst.

Then the totally unexpected happened. Jeff rubbed my seed all over his
face, like moisturizer. I must have looked as shocked as I felt.

"I don't want to taste it or eat, but I have always wondered about having
it all over my face, sinking in, staying with me for hours. And I like
it. Thank you."

"Any time." Literally. We carried on sucking each other off, really happy
with being best friends and sex pals. We blew each other everywhere we
could: In the woods, in the pool, in the kitchen, anywhere. Afterwards I
always carried some of him in my gut, and he wore some of me on his
face. This went on until we both moved away to college.

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