Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 13:22:49 -0500 From: datsmyemail2@gmail.com Subject: Kyle's Plans This is the story of my sexual experiences three years ago. If you don't like this type of material, I would suggest you leave, but stay if you want, I don't care really. That being said, enjoy. It was warm summer day as I awoke from my slumber. I hate the summer. It's so damn hot. I much prefer the winter, when its cold and I have to bundle up. The winter is the time to snowboard, which everyone knows is the best thing on earth. But anyway, I awoke around ten and wiped the sleep from my eyes. Climbed out of my twin sized bed and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. Another boring day of summer. I say boring because I am alone. My mom is at work and my sister is off in Australia. So I do what I do every summer morning. As I walk downstairs I think of the possible breakfast items that are on the menu today. Unfortunately the fridge is bare and the pantry only has pasta and Oreos. Great breakfast. So I pop some bread into the toaster and sit down in the living room to watch whatever shit is on at this our. Out of the thirteen channels to choose from I settle with Jerry Springer. Its not like we don't have money for cable or anything, my mom just thinks there is too much Spanish porn on TV. Yeah, because that's what I love watching. Have you ever seen one of those shows? It's like a twenty-year-old Spanish girl with size D boobs being sexually harassed by men dressed up in kids clothes! It's fucking weird. So even if those shows are on, I skip right by them. My toast is done now, but what the fuck do I put on it? Butter is always good, but peanut butter is good, too. Oh the choices! I chose butter and slap a whole shit load of that healthy crap onto my white bread. What a breakfast. After watching Jerry Springer question the morals of two retards that sleep with their family members, I decide its time to shower. As I walk upstairs I shed the little clothing I was wearing. Now I am just walking around the house naked as I turn the knob on the shower. I like a nice hot shower because then when I get out I can draw on the steamy mirror. Usually I make it so I have horns when I look in the mirror or something stupid like that. My shower is short. If I stay in too long I just get bored and never want to leave and then the water gets cold and then I have to keep turning the knob to make it hotter but it never returns to the point where I am comfortable again. So I figure I should just leave happy. As I look into the foggy mirror I begin admiring my chest and muscles. I guess I should describe myself a little. I am currently sixteen and I stand at 5'7" weighing 125 pounds or so. I am fucking tiny. I have been for most of my life. But what's great about that is I can't get fat! I eat so much shit and I don't show any signs of it! I love it. I am slim but because of that my muscles show really nicely. I have always had a defined six-pack and I have been working out lately so my pecs are beginning to form the way I want them to. I have short red hair with no signs of any facial hair or really any body hair. I have a hairy shins but my thighs are bare and so is the rest of my body save for a little treasure trail running down to my pubic hair which I keep to a minimum. My fair complexion usually is complimented by a dusting of freckles on my nose and cheeks and a light tan when I stay out in the sun. I think that about covers it. So, I start heading downstairs and pick up my phone to see whom I should hang out with today. I was feeling a little horny so I figured I would call my neighbor, Daniel. See, Daniel and I have a little history. He has been my friend since I can remember because he is the only kid on the street that is my age. He lives three houses down from me and we would hang out whenever we were bored. He is a little shorter then I, and about three months younger. He has dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He was really skinny, thought, I think he only weighed about 105 pounds or so. But last year I taught him this game that I made up. I told him I played it with this girl in school, but that was a lie. So, we went into my basement and started playing some old school video games, like tony hawk or something. But I was telling him about this game I played, called the nervous game. They objective was to not be the loser, like in most games, I realized I didn't really need to say that... So, I told him how it worked and he seemed skeptical. To play the game, you have to reach onto the other person's leg, starting at the knee, and gradually move closer into the inner thigh. But with every inch you gain, you have to say `are you nervous?' If the person answers `yes', then you have to stop and it's their turn. The winner is the one who isn't nervous at all. So he seemed a little bashful so I decided to start the game. I reached out and put my hand on his knee, which was uncovered since he was wearing shorts. I moved an inch upwards toward my destination and said `are you nervous?' He replied `yes' so I stopped. But to my surprise he put his hand on my knee and asked me the same question! Yes, he was playing! I didn't want to make it seem like I just wanted him to touch my straining dick, so I said, "fuck yeah I'm nervous!" He laughed and removed his hand but didn't go back to playing the video game. So I ventured out and rested my hand on his warm, bare knee again. "You nervous, Danny Boy?" I asked. He looked up into my eyes and just replied "A little..." So I took that as a go ahead. I moved an inch closer and asked again, "you nervous now?" "Yes!" he said with a smile. Alright, this may take a while but it's working. It was his turn and he put his hand on me knee again. I was wearing some soccer shorts, so it was a thin material that didn't extend down my leg that much. I had planned a lot of this in advance... I know, I am a genius. As he put his hand on my leg I couldn't wait for the question, so I just skipped the part where he asked and just said "Nope" with full bravado, as if this was nothing. I wanted to act like I could handle it to hopefully encourage him to do the same. So he ventures further, and he asks the question, and again I say `no.' Now he is about mid thigh with his had resting there and he has a shit eating grim on his face. The only reason he can't see my massive erection is because I have been holding it down with the game controller and my left hand. He inches closer and repeat the question, "You sure you aren't nervous, Kyle?" Danny said as his grin grew in size. "Okay, fuck, yeah I am nervous," I had to make it my turn! He takes his hand away and puts it right on his crotch and adjusts what I can only imagine was his straining dick. He sees me looking and just smiles again, then looks at the TV screen as I put my hand on his knee. "You aren't nervous, are you?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "Hells no!" he replies still looking at the TV and fiddling with the controller which he conveniently placed right on top of his crotch. I move my hand a lot further, and I am past mid thigh when I ask the next question. My hand feels so hot; I know that in two more moves I will be holding his dick, maybe doing more. I look up at him and say, "You nervous Dan?" He shook his head as his eyes widened. He didn't look away from the screen. I move a little closer and I can feel something hard against my index finger. There it is, he has a boner and it is poking my hand! He gasps as I move my index finger around, creating a little friction against his dick head. I squeeze his thigh and ask, "You nervous now?" He nods his head and I reluctantly let go of his leg. He immediately puts his hand on me knee and asks the same questions and moves along my inner thigh. He moves closer again as I continue to just claim that I am not nervous. My dick is resting against my right leg, and his hand is on my left thigh unfortunately. But he is so close to my crotch. On his next move he moves his hand really far and it lands squarely on my sac! He just leaves it there as I shudder. He squeezes a little and then manipulates my balls in his hand. Holy crap! I can't believe this is actually happening. He is playing with my sac! He looks up at my face and can see I love the attention he is giving my wonderful boy organs. But then he took his hand away. He must want some attention, too. I reach right onto his thigh; no question asked, haha, that's funny. I move a little closer and can see his breathing has stopped. He is anticipating my next move. Finally, I reach my destination. I put my hand onto the head of his dick and squeeze it firmly. He just lets out a big breath and then puts his hand back onto my sac. I no longer am covering my boner with the controller; it just sticks straight up in my loose soccer shorts. His hand moves from my sac to my dick and begins to play with it; pushing it down to my crotch and then letting go so it would bounce up to my stomach. I didn't care what he was doing; it felt amazing. I pushed his left hand away from his own dick and I grasp the entire length of it. His was a little smaller then mine, but mine was actually a nice length of six inches. I felt him twitch and he reached into his pocket with his free hand as my other had began to worm its way up under his shorts. He pushed my hand away and looked at his phone that had been vibrating in his pocket. "Shit, its my mom," he said as he looked at my crotch and aching dick. "I have to go, I'll see you later." I reluctantly let go of him as he got up and adjusted his boner to a more comfortable position then headed upstairs and out the front door. Fuck, now what? I ripped my shorts and boxers off and lay down on the couch and jerked my dick as fast as I fucking could. It hurt how hard I was tugging! But I couldn't stop; I kept picturing Danny with his fist around my dick and his hand squeezing my sac as I put my hand onto his throbbing member. FUCK!! I shot a wonderful sized load that landed on the couch and then dribbled onto my hand. I tried to clean up the couch but it was a lost cause. To this date, that couch has over twenty cum stains on it, kinda gross, but kinda cool because a lot of it isn't mine. So, back to the present. As I scrolled through my contacts in my phone and finally reaching his I couldn't stop thinking about that one wonderful day we had together over 5 months ago. I have hung out with him a lot since then, and believe me, I have tried to play the same game but he just doesn't seem interested. So I have to use some different tactics. My best idea so far is to just wrestle with him. See, Daniel is a wrestler at our high school, don't ask me how, but he is. So whenever he would come over I would ask him to show me some of the new moves his learned at school and then we would eventually just start wrestling each other. But my plan was to do moves that would give me access to his dick. I was a lot stronger then him and he knew it, so I would often let him just put me in a position and then I would have to try and get out, but it was actually really hard since the shit he knew was pretty professional. So I would put him in positions where his legs were splayed and his crotch was right in front of me and then I would just sac tap him until he would writhe around and try to get me in a similar position. But he never hit me back he would just get me in a position what would actually really hurt my arm or something and then I would just have to tap out. And then that ended that... But this time I was determined to get him to play along. He knew the routine by now so he just walked in the front door and marched straight to the basement where I was waiting. We did our usual greeting and then started playing some video games. I eventually started shoving him to make his character in the game lose since Danny was preoccupied with trying to balance himself on the couch. This mad him playfully angry so he would shove me back. And before I knew it, we were back on the floor wrestling. After about ten minutes of his body pressed against me and mine against his I decided to put my plan into action. I flipped him onto his back and spread his legs wide and began flicking his crotch to just tease him. He was laughing but still trying to get out of the position. Wherever he would move I would just hit him in the sac and he would try to pin me or something but I just kept hitting him in the sac, mind you, very lightly and playfully. So he started getting fed up so he then hit me in the sac. Yes, retaliation! "This means war!" I screamed as I flipped him over and got on top of him and flicked him numerous times before he pushed me off. Eventually we got in a 69 like position and we were just flicking each other. It was then that I saw something amazing. As I continued to flick him, my finger would hit something harder each time, and then I noticed his shorts were beginning to tent out! "You have a boner!" I coaxed as I continued hitting him. He then grabbed at my crotch and squeezed my dick, saying, "I'm not the only one with that problem!" It was working! Finally I had his dick back in my hand my dick was back to the place it belonged! Since he had firmly grabbed my dick I figured that was the go-ahead to grab his. I squeezed his dick firmly and then started stroking it, milking his five and a half inches of small manhood. He mimicked the actions I was making and now he was jacking me off! My dreams have come true! My friend was finally jacking me off and I was doing the same to him! I tried to put my hand up his short leg feeling his bare skin again for the first time in months. He reacted by doing the same to me, but then he surprised me by putting his hand onto his own crotch and he began to unzip his pants. I pushed his hand away and did it myself as he grabbed for the sides of my soccer shorts (yeah I am wearing those bad boys again, I fucking love them) and began to ease them down. I fumbled with his zipper in my state of ecstasy but managed to get the button undone and the zipper half way down as I started to yank his shorts off. I threw them into the corner of the large room and went right back to work on his dick now only clad in his boxer briefs. His moaning told me to continue and then I felt his hands on my scantily clad dick as well. Fuck that was good. I started leaking precum and he noticed but did nothing to stop. So there I was with his dick in my hand about a foot away from me, aimed directly at my chest, and there he was, stroking my dick just a foot away from him. I then felt intense heat on my dick and I didn't know what happened. I looked down and saw he had manipulated my dick out of the fly of my boxers and was working on getting my sac out as well. I just pulled his boxer briefs off right then and tugged on his sac as I stroked his shaft, which was becoming a hot red. He was moaning like crazy and I was just grunting as he took my dick into his warm hand and started pumping fast. "Ahhh, Kyle... ohhhh... fuckkk," he moaned as I worked on the under side of his dick with my index finger, "Don't... stop..." And I had no intention of doing so. He started pulsating in my hands and let out a large load which splattered on my chest and I reacted in a similar manner spewing hot cum all over him as he milked me for the last drops. "Fuck," he panted, "that was awesome." I just smiled and looked at his still hard dick. It was a nice dick, a little smaller then mine, with some excess hair since he didn't really shave that much. But he definitely left a nice sized load on my shirt... "Sorry, I should have warmed you..." Danny laughed. "Well, you're in the same boat, so whatever," I answered. We took our shirts off, and I noticed he smelled his before he handed it to me to put into the washing machine. He pulled his boxer briefs back on and his shorts and acted as if nothing happened as he went back to playing video games. "You wanna spend the night?" I asked as I put my clothes back on and sat next to him and let a hand fall into his crotch. He looked up at me, "I'll ask my mom," and then he smiled and got his phone out. If you want me to continue and describe what we did that night, just email me at DatsMyEmail2@gmail.com Hope you enjoyed it, I know I did...