Tim and Mike

      Tim had been planning this day for more than a year.  He was into sex
with other guys in the biggest way, but no one knew he was gay.  He was a
cute, smooth, blond, freckle-faced tenth-grader who dated with his friends
and laughed at the pussy jokes like the other guys.  But he knew this was a
front.  Every day since he was twelve, he would jack off thinking about
boys, aroused from watching them all day long at school.  He was really
turned on by the few boys who were rapidly outgrowing their faded Levis.
The tight denim fabric was supple and outlined dicks and balls obscenely.
Likewise in the locker room, where the boys would linger to horse around in
their jampacked jockey briefs.
      If he were honest about it, Tim would admit that the main reason Mike
Chasen was his best frind was because Jeff was sexy as hell.  He was a
dark haired, blue eyed kid from down the street whose tight jeans or cutoffs
always seemed ready to burst in front, the way his genitals were gathered up
by either a pair of tight white cotton Fruit of the Loom hip briefs or a
jockstrap.  Tim had made sure to peek whenever he and Mike changed for gym.
Mike actually wore a jockstrap under his Levis.  The effect of this on Tim
was an instant erection and a frantic trip to the toilet stalls.
      Tim always jacked off in his briefs and sometimes his Levis.  At
first, just thinking about sex would cause him to have an orgasm no matter
where he was - in class, at the movies, on the bus.  Then he started jacking
off in bed.  He would lie under the sheets, imagining the jockey bulge he
was groping belonged to one of his friends.  As he began to outgrow his
jeans, they clung to his thighs and crotch and made him feel so turned on he
would grab his bulge and not stop working it til he had blasted a load in
them.  There were some jeans he didn't dare wear anymore because they made
his cock ooze and show an obvious wet spot in front for all to see.
      Tim had just gotten his first computer.  It was just like the one he
used at school, so he knew how to work it.  What excited him was the modem
that came with the computer.  He knew about BBSs and had heard that some of
them were all about sex, some even about gay sex.  It was his first chance
to make contact with other guys like him.
      It was Saturday morning and his parents had gone away for the
week-end.  He went to the drawer and pulled out a pair of fresh briefs and a
t-shirt.  This was Jeff's standard attire when he was home alone or in his
bedroom.
      From under the bed, Tim pulled out a list of numbers he had copied off
a local gay newspaper he'd firtively scanned at a newsstand.  The first one
on the list was called Boybeat.  He dialed the number, and was connected.
There was a prompt for a handle or New User.  He was then told that if he
knew what kind of board he was one, he knew the system password.  After a
moment's pause, Jeff decided to be bold and typed GAYSEX.  To his surprise,
the screen flashed and on the screen scrolled an image of an erect cock,
then a message.  "Congratulations!  You have just been admitted to the
hottest male sex BBS in America.  To obtain full access you are required to
answer a detailed questionnaire."
      Tim pressed the return and began answering a long list of questions
about his sex body and his sex life.  At first he was embarrassed, but
became so aroused that he soon was stroking his jockey bulge with one hand
and typing with the other.  Before he had progressed very far, the screen
flashed and went blank and a message appeared.
      "YOU ARE IN CHAT WITH BULGEBOY"
      Then someone began typing across his screen.
      "Hi.  Sorry to interrupt.  I help run the board and try to help new
users through the first few sessions.  Are you new to BBSing."
      Tim felt lucky to meet someone so quickly.  And nice too.  "It's my
first time ever.  My first computer."
      "From your description, you seem like a pretty hot dude.  Say, maybe
you'd like to come over to my place and let me help you, since it's your
first time and all.  I see you've started the questionnaire.  You haven't
got to the hard part.  Some of the questions may need some explaining.
I helped write the questionnaire and know a lot about the system."
      Tim hesitated.  He sure wanted to meet someone else who like boys, but
he didn't know this guy.  "But I don't know you."
      After a few seconds, a three-line profile scrolled up.  It described a
dark-haired trim student who was 18 and was very hot and looking for sex 
buddies.  Sounded OK, but Tim had lied about his age to get on, so this guy
could have lied about himself too.  But Tim wanted to take a chance.  The
prosect of finally meeting another gay guy was too much to resist.  And that
handle didn't hurt either.
      Tim took a deep breath and typed.
      "Sure, that would be nice.  When do you want me to come over?"
      "How about now?"
      "OK.  Where are you?"
      "I'm in Oakcliff.  Is that very far from you?"
      "No, not at all.  What's the address?"
      "504 Beech Street.  My name's Jason, what's yours?"
      "It's Tod.  Ok if I come right over?"
      "Yeah."
      "See ya in about ten minutes."
      Tim's head was spinning.  He couldn't believe this was happening.  He
was pissed off at himself for being so damned easy.  What if this guy was
bad news?  Well, he figured he could take care of himself.
      He logged off and went over to the closet and pulled one of the Levis
he no longer wore in public.  The soft, thin faded denim made his cock
twitch in his snug briefs.  As he buttoned the 501 fly he thought about hot
boy sex and this guy coming over.  Tim knew this was no innocent offer of
help but a proposition.  He reached under his bed and pulled out a box with
a combination lock.  He opened it and pulled out a bag of grass, just in
case.  He rolled a couple of joints and stuffed them down his sock.
      Tim grabbed his dirt bike and started towards Beech Street.  It
wouldn't take more than ten minutes.  As he pedalled, his jeans-clad thighs
moved his jockey pouch back and forth, jacking him off as he thought about
his first gay encounter.
      By the time he reached the address on Beech Street, the front of his
faded Levis was soaked with precum and impossible to conceal.  "Well," he
thought, "Too late to go back and change."  Anyway, Tim loved the feeling of
his cock and balls sloshing around in his jockey pouch.
      Tim rang the doorbell of the modest looking bugalow.  The door opened
and a voice said to come in.  Tim walked in and turned to greet his host.
      It was Mike Chasen.  Both boys stood frozen.  This was the last thing
in the world TIm expected - or could hope for.
      "M-Mike!" was all Tim could manage.
      Mike stared in disbelief at his best friend, just as shocked as Tim
was.  The implication of what was happening was overwhelming.
      Mike quickly recovered.  "That was you on the computer about a half
hour ago?"
      "Sure was."  As his eyes adjusted to the subdued light he looked Mike
up and down.  This guy always made him hot, and the white body shirt and
tight Levi cutoffs added to the effect.
      Mike also inspected his best friend, this time in a new light.  Though
neither boy realized it, they turned on to the same things.  They were about
to find that out.
      As he openly gazed at Tim's sperm-soaked bulge, Mike said, "Well,
you're here, and I'm sure not sorry.  Come on back."
      Mike led Tim to a comfortable den that overlooked a sunny fenced off
yard and swimming pool.  They sat down beside each other on a leather sofa.
      After looking at each other with silly grins on their faces, both boys
started to talk at the same time.
      "Wait!" Tim raised his hand. "I asked you over to finish the
questionnaire.  You wanna do that?"
      "Sure!"
      "Want a few tokes first?"
      In reply, Tim reached down and extracted a joint from his sock. They
lit up and leaned back, spreading their legs to expose their swollen bulges.
Neither boy could take his eyes off the other.
      Mike put his hand over his faded denim crotch and slowly began rubbing
it. "Since I wrote the questionnaire, I know it by heart.  Why don't we just
relax here while I just ask you the questions?"
      Tim's cock and balls were on fire.  He felt more jiuce leaking out of
his piss slit.  He nodded.
      "I know how big your cock is and that it's circumsized.  So I'll skip
those questions."  Mike remembered seeing Tim's hard meat in the locker
room once.  It was seven inches and cut and stuck straight out over a pair
of nice-sized nuts snuggly nestled in a hairless ballsac.
      "How often do you jack off."
      "Once a day, sometimes more."
      "Where do you jack off?"
      "In bed.  In the bathroom.  At school.  On the bus.  At movies.  In
the pool."
      "Have you ever jacked another guy off?"
      "No."
      When he heard that, Mike reach over and slid his hand under Tim's and
began feeling the front of his damp jeans.  He cupped the bulge that Tim's
balls pushed out above where his inseams joined, then ran his fingers around
his loins and onto his belly.
      "Ooooo," Tim moaned.  It was the first time another boy had ever
touched him like that.  He went limp with pleasure for a second.  Then he
reached over and began imitating Mike's hand movements.
      Almost immediately Tim knew he was in trouble.  Sitting there openly
feeling up another guy while another guy was doing the same to him simply
blew him away.  He was about to shoot his wad.
      "Ah, Mike, Mike!" Tim began bucking his hips. "I gotta cum, Buddy,
I gotta shoot!  Aaaaahh, yeeeeeeeow!"
      Mike grabbed Tim's stuffed basket with both hands, squeezing his ball
pouch and firmly stroking the length of his exploding meat.
      Tim's hand tightened on Mike's hard cock through those incredibly
sexual cutoffs.
      Suddenly, Mike's hand was coated with cum as Tim began blasting his
load right through his underpants and Levis.  Tim was experiencing the most
powerful orgas,m of his life.  He nearly blacked out from the combination
electric shock and enormous itch that wasn't going to stop.  This orgasm had
peaked and was still peaking.  Tim let out a muffled scream of pleasure as
he bucked uncontrolably under Mike's hands.
      For Mike, it was as if his hands were plugged into Tim's pleasure
center and connected him directly to his friends ecstacy, for when he saw
and felt and heard Tim's frenzied orgasm, he too exploded in his shorts.