Date: Wed, 2 Jun 1999 20:04:59 EDT
From: RRV071852@aol.com
Subject: SIDEWALK STUD.......A TRUE STORY

This is a true story. 
It involves mutual masturbation by two teens.


     It was hot air blowing through the open windows of my Jeep as I drove
into the darkness.  Going about 65 on Interstate 40 just outside Phoenix,
Arizona, I was beginning my vacation from all responsibilities of being a
high school student.

     My mom and dad had promised me a two week vacation on my own at their
expense anywhere I wanted to go.  Since I had been looking at possibly
attending ASU that same fall, I thought why not drive to Phoenix and check
it all out.

     Swinging onto the Superstition Freeway, I continue my journey not
knowing that in a few hours from now my whole life is about to change.  I
find the Country Club Drive exist and head into downtown Mesa, Arizona.
There on my right is the motel that looks about what I can afford, even
though its mom and dad's money.

     After booking a room for a few days, I haul my luggage into the sparse
room. Locking the door I head for the bathroom, turning on the shower and
adjusting the temperature so that I can wash all 9 hours of road grime off my
body.

     I glance into the mirror to see a smooth face, brown short hair, hazel
green eyed teen looking back at me.  As I undress I enjoy the sight of my
tight firm pecs, not overly muscled, but toned from years of wrestling on
the high school team.  No trace of hair on my chest or flat stomach, and
not even a "love trail" as they call them is found below my innie
bellybutton.  What can be found is a soft, 4 inch cleancut smooth hanging
slab of flesh muscle, which twitches at the thought of my hand wrapping
around itself and stroking that slab of meat into a full blown 7 inch long,
5 inch thick teen juice machine.  I love the many times I take my pleasure
into my own hands and let the juices flow.

     My balls, which hardly have any hair on them, although my pube patch is
very well definded, hang a little lower than my dick while it is soft.  Both
are average in size, but can produce a godly amount of cum when it is
encouraged to.  Which can be on an average of three times a day.  Since my
discovery of masturbation, which I can thank my cousin Joey for (please see
"Family Member Fun, Feb 9th" in the incest area) I have been an avid beater
of the bone.

     Dressing after my long hot shower, my stomach begins to growl as I
remember I have had nothing to eat since lunch earlier that day.  Looking at
my watch, I see that its almost 10:00 p.m. and knowing that much will not be
open this late I head out hoping to find at least a burger joint available.
Crusing down Main Street, and yes there really is a street called Main Street
in Mesa Arizona, I discover a sub place open on the corner.  Pulling my jeep
into the parking lot I go in and place my order of a foot long tuna and a bag
of chips and a large ice tea.  After getting my order I decide to go and sit
outside to enjoy the warm evening.

     After about five minutes of munching on tuna and chips and looking at all
the different shops found in downtown Mesa, I observe across the street from
me a young dude..hes gotta be 15, 16 tops in age.  He is wearing low hip
hanging baggy jeans as is the style, but has his shirt thrown over his right
shoulder, which highlights his slim but very well firmly packed upper torso.
No trace of hair can be found anywhere on the kid.  A lot like me when I was
his age.

     Looking straight ahead, he steps into the street and walks at his
leaisure against the red light as if its his way of going against the
establishment. Lucky for him I guess it being this late there is no traffic
to interfere with his walk.   As he gets closer to me I can verify that yes
his upper body is very smooth and very firm and my dick begins to stir in my
shorts as I continue to observe this sidewalk stud.  He nods his head in my
direction and utters one word:

     "Sup?"

     "Not a lot man, what are you up too?" I asked as I took the last bite of
my sub.

     "Just hoofing it dude.  You got a smoke I can bum?"

     "Sorry man but I dont smoke.  Got some chips if you like."  I handed the
bag of my chips with a smirky smile on my face, hoping that would appease his
desire for a cigarette.

     As his hand reached out to take the bag from me, my dick did a twinge
as I notice no body hair at all either on his arm or under his pit.  He is
completly smooth.  Trying to figgure out a way to get to know his age, I
made the comment about a curfew for teens in the city.  He spoke as an
expereinced street person, indicating that if you knew what to do to whom,
a lot of things can be overlooked.  Looking into his clear crisp blue eyes,
I asked if he knew what to do and to whom.  His reply,

     "I do it a lot"

     My dick was at that time trying on its own to unbutton the fly of my
shorts.  The kid shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he
continued to eat the chips from the bag.  Getting to the bottom of the bag,
he simply tilted his head back, raised the bag as far up as he could and
shook it back and forth trying to loosen the contents into his mouth.  As he
did this, I took the opportunity to both look at his very firm smooth torso
and at the same time adjust my dick to a more comfortable position.  Pointing
to my Jeep he asked if it was mine.

     "Yes I just got here about two hours ago from California.  I am
staying at the Cooper Motel just up the road from here."

     "Rad wheels man.  I hope to own one someday.  Cali is the kickinest
state around.  How long you gonna be around?" he asked as he sat next to me.

     Explaining my graduation present from my parents, which he thought was
"major kewl" , I begin to get up from the concrete bench and move my upper
body around to get the kinks outta my lower back.  As I moved around and
around he watched with deep interest.  Not knowing how to make an approach to
him without getting myself into trouble, I made mention that maybe I should
go back to my motel room and catch some z's. Asking how long he planned on
being out this night, his reply surprised me when he said he was out every
night.  Not knowing  what he meant by that he began a short but well informed
story of his mom literally throwing him out on the street because she was not
putting up with his antics, skipping school, petty theft, pot smoking etc.,
any longer.

     "So your actually LIVING on the streets?"  I asked in utter disbelief.

     "Yea." he whispered.

     After about 10 more minutes of discussion, we came to the arrangement of
his coming to my motel room to take advantage of a hot shower and a warm soft
bed for the night.

     We both walked in from the warm air to be instantly refreshed by the
cold air conditioning that I had left on earlier.  Walking straight to the
bathroom he closed the door and a few seconds later I heard the water
running.  Taking a few minor precautions, leaving my monies and wallet in my
jeep,  putting the jeep keys under the mattress of the queen size bed on the
side I knew I would be sleeping on, I begin to strip down to my boxers.  As I
was stepping outta my jean shorts, I heard the bathroom door open and Chris's
voice asking if it was ok to use the shampoo in the tub.  Answering him, yes,
I also said I had deodorant and toothpaste that he was welcome to. Walking to
the vanity by the bathroom door to get out the supplies for Chris to use, I
looked and was surprised to see him still standing there with the door open
and to my delight he was nude.  Taking my time I took in this site that was
before me.

     Standing at 5' 7", having wet dirty blond hair and eyes as blue as the
sky gets on a clear spring day, I was transfixed to study him.  Not a blemish
on his 125 pound frame.  Skin as smooth and hairless as my butt was the day I
was born.  Nipples the size of dimes that bespecked his thin chest.  Counting
the ribs as my eyes moved down his stomach where they saw just a hint of an
outtie bellybutton, they also stopped on the <I swear> 5 inches of cut prime
usda choice dick.  Chris had a total of 30 pubes. <I counted them>  His ample
balls which hung hairless looked like a new leather pouch holding two golf
balls, with one hanging lower than the other.

     Chris was still soft.  All I was able to say was gawd damm you are hot.

     "I must be something if it makes you hard like you are." Chris points to
the obivious as my now 7 inches is sticking out the opening of my boxers.

     Its at that point that I observe Chris not only smiling a wide grin to
me which shows his clean shiny teeth, but I notice his now hardening dick is
stretching outward and downward like a curved banana that is turned down so
that it looks like its still hanging on the tree it grew out of.

     At the time that he moves to me, Chris mentions that his dick is really
9 inches long when hard, but its so heavy it always curves down like an arch.
I hold Chris close to me as I feel our dicks make contact.  Going into the
bathroom and turning off the shower, I lead Chris to the bed and I have him
lay next to me as I slip off my boxers.  Taking him into my arms as I spoon
into Chris, my hard dick is now resting along the outter crack of his ass as
my hand encases his throbbin dick at which point Chris lets out a deep moan
so wild I at first thought I had hurt him.  Explaining that it has been a
long time since any hand has touched him, he marvels in the softness and
gentleness that I use as I stroke the monster that is now purring between his
legs.

     Chris reaches behind himself and now takes my firm dick into his own
hand, following the example of my hands,  he does to me what I do to him
stroke for stroke.  We both moan in unison as the tension builds and I feel
my nuts tighten up to my body as I know the end is near.  Wanting this to
last as long as I can, I move Chris into a 69 position, but without taking
his god appendage into my mouth I slowly stroke and observe this piece of
marble flesh respond to my caresses.  With each downward stroke, Chris's dick
head engorges into a shiny purple cap as the shaft turns to a shade of flesh
pink and red as if I am stroking the internal fires of his dick.

     Moving my head closer I take into my nose the musky scent of a 16 year
old boy who has not showered for days.  Not being appealing to me, but also
not being able to resist, my mouth moves closer to the purple cap as my
tongue slithers out to capture the bead of precum that dances on the pee slit
of his toy.

     As my wet warm mouth captures just his head and my tongue races around
the pee slit, Chris pumps deep into me as he moans out loud , "Dude I'm
cummin."

     Spurt after spurt of hot young teen juice boils the inside of my
mouth, over my tongue and down my throat burning me with pleasure I have
never to this day felt.  Counting 9 hard spasm's of his dick, I feel it
begin to die down to a trickle as I am brought back into reality my own
spunk shooting its way into Chris's slobbeing mouth.

     We both keep each others dicks in our mouths, savoring both the flavor
of our teen juice and the texture of our harded dicks.  Breathing rapidly
through my nose I whimper as I release Chris's now deflating dick and I feel
Chris do the same.

     "Fuckin awesum!!" is all I hear as Chris moves his body around and is
now face to face with me.  Looking into his eyes I smile as my hand holds his
face close to mine.  I pull him close to me and my eyes close as does his
when our lips lock into a wet kiss sending us both into moans of pleasure.

     "Come shower with me Richard." Chris firmly says as he grabs my hand and
moves his naked but sweaty body over mine.  He stops as I hold him to my
chest, stomach to stomach, dick to dick, and I savor the feeling of his hot
young body again responding to my kiss.

     Grabbing his now 9 inch love handle, I get up and move with Chris to the
shower as I make a promise to him that I will take care of him anyway I can.
And the first thing is we get back into the same position as soon as our
shower is complete!

     Chris smiles as he again says, "Fuckin awesum!!!"


To be continued....

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