Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2006 09:34:06 -0600
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Joe - 7

This story is fiction, the story of the relationship of two young boys,
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EXPLORING WITH JOE - 7


Joe showed me where the cut was one night, and it looked a lot
different.  It was just a little pink now, and Joe said it didn't hurt at
all.

It was getting too cold out to do a lot of bike riding.  We did a little
bit, though, when Joe was able to do it again.  We did go to our special
place once, and Joe said we ought to pee because it might be a long time
before we could ride out there again.   We did, but it took a while,
because our dicks were so cold they got real tiny, and it was hard to get
them out.

My birthday was on a Friday, and I would be 12, just like Joe.  I thought
my birthday was never going to get here.  One night I was playing with my
dick in bed, and I was wondering if I would look like 12 in a few days.
I had always been smaller than Joe.  So I got out of bed and stood in
front of the mirror.  I was still smaller, but maybe the summer had made
a little difference.  I just wasn't sure.  I looked at my front and my
back; I wiggled my ass at myself in the mirror.  Then I stepped closer to
the mirror to get a better look.

I reached out to touch my reflection where my nipples were.  That was
silly.  I thought maybe they were a little bigger.  Do nipples get
bigger?  I looked down at my dick and sighed.  I didn't think it had
grown very much at all.  We'd measured a few times when I was over at his
house.  The last time Joe was 4 inches.  Wow.  But's he's a whole half
year older than me.  He thought I was a little longer than the 3 and a
half I was earlier, but I don't know.  He showed me where his finger was
on the tape measure, but I think maybe he had moved his finger a little
to make me feel better.

And I hadn't started to get any hair yet.  Joe had a few more than he
used to have, and they were a little longer.  I liked to pull them a
little bit, but not too much -- I didn't want to pull them out.

But I had never cum yet!  Joe said he had his first one right after he
was 12, so mabe I would, too.  But then, he said some guys don't do it
until they're 13.  He'd told me about wet dreams, and I went to bed every
night hoping I'd have a wet dream, but it hadn't happened yet.

I stood there stroking my dick just a little.  I liked to look at it in
the mirror when I got it hard.  I waited until I thought maybe that
feeling might start, then I stopped stroking.  It was sticking up.  Like
it was looking at me thinking, Why did you stop when we were having so
much fun?  I moved a little in front of the mirror and made it wiggle
around.  Then I started stroking it some more, and I did something I'd
never done before.  I stood there stroking until I felt it start, then I
had my dry cum right there.  While I watched myself.

Friday finally came.  Mom asked me if I wanted a party, but I said maybe
we could just go out and eat somewhere, because I was staying at Joe's
that night.  So Mom invited Joe and his mom to go with us!  My dad was
going to, but he had to be out of town again that weekend.

We ate at a real nice restaurant.  Our moms made us dress up, and Joe
reminded me to be sure to hold the chair for mom when she sat down.  When
we did that, mom said something nice about it, and Joe looked over at me
and winked.  He showed me, but I can't learn how to wink.  The food was
really good, and they kept coming back and filling up our cokes.  Before
desert, Joe and I had to excuse ourselves to go to the bathroom, but we
couldn't do anything because some man was in there, too.

Our moms said they had already ordered desert for us when we got back to
the table, and in a few minutes the waiter put a birthday cake right in
front of me.  He lit the candles -- there were 12 of them, too! -- and
they all sang Happy Birthday to me, right there in the restaurant.  I got
real red in the face; I could feel it.  And when they finished, the other
people in the restaurant clapped!

After we finished and our moms ordered coffee, Joe whispered something to
his mom, and she whispered back.  I thought I knew what it was about,
because they had brought a box into the restaurant with them.  I had
pretended not to see it.  And Joe got it off the floor and put it on the
table in front of me.  The tag on top said, "To my best friend."

I got the paper off really fast, and I couldn't believe what it was.  It
was a boxed set of six books by Robert Louis Stevenson, and the box had
the kind of cover on it the books did -- and my name was in gold on every
book and even on the box!

Joe came over and gave me a birthday hug, and I hugged him back.  He
whispered in my ear, "I love you," and that almost made me cry right
there in the restaurant.

Then I looked over at mom.  "You knew!" I said.  I just remembered the
present she had given me right after school.

"Yes, Joe called me to see if you had those books, so I looked for them
and didn't see them.  And I saw that whole stack of books on the floor
and decided just what you needed."

I turned to Joe.  "She got me a bookcase!  A great big one, with doors in
the bottom and some drawers on one side.  It's in a great big box... Mom,
can Joe come over and help me put it together tomorrow?"

"Of course, Bobby, as long as you're sure you can finish your homework
before bedtime," she said.

I went home with Joe and his mom since I was going to stay overnight, and
outside the restaurant I gave mom a big hug and a kiss and told her it
was the best birthday ever.

It wasn't late yet when we got to Joe's, so we watched a little TV.  We
stripped down to our briefs and got on the bed.Joe sat against the back
of the bed, and I was lying in his lap, watching Joe more than the TV.
When our show was over, Joe hit the remote and looked down

"Happy birthday, loverboy," he said, and he stroked my hair, leaned down
and kissed me.  While he was kissing me his hand went down to my crotch
and rubbed my dick.  We were both already pretty hard.  I could feel his
dick pushing his briefs against my cheek.  He reached into my briefs and
rubbed at the base of my dick, and I really got hard.  I turned my head a
little bit toward him, and I kissed his briefs, right where his dick was.

"Let's pee," Joe said.  "And shower."

We had to stand there a little bit while our dicks got a little softer,
but then we usually did.  We had our arms around each other's waist and
were holding each other's dicks, like always.  Then he pulled me into the
shower by my dick.  I always let him do that.

The water was warm, and pretty soon we had suds all over us.  I liked
drawing in the suds on his chest, and he giggled when it tickled some.
We hugged, but this time we didn't move all around all over each other.
We just stood there, tight against each other.  For a long, long time.  I
don't know why we did it, but it was so nice.  Then we spent the usual
time washing each other, front and back, and by the time we got out to
dry our dicks were hard.  After I dried his dick and balls I looked at
his cockhead.

"Hey, Joe, your dick won't stay dry!"  He giggled when he saw the drop of
precum, and I licked it off.

When we got into bed we cuddled for a long time.  We didn't say anything;
we just rubbed each other a little bit and hugged real tight.  I think it
was special when we stayed that way for a long time, because it was my
birthday.  After a while he turned toward me; we were so close our legs
and even our dicks touched each other.  He kept his face back a little
bit, though, and he started running his fingers all over my face.  I just
closed my eyes.

"Bobby, you're my sweetheart.  I love you so much."  Then he moved
closer, and we kissed one of those nice long kisses where our tongues
play with each other.  I could feel his dick twitching against my dick.
His mouth is so warm.

Then he kissed my chest and licked my nipples real slowly.  He knew I
love that.  When he got that little hard place in the middle, he sucked
on it, and I moaned while I stroked his hair.  His hand went down to my
dick and to my balls; he stroked my balls real slowly.  I could feel the
precum from his dick against my side.  He reached up with his other hand
and stroked my arm pit, and it didn't tickle at all.

He scooted down between my legs, and he licked my balls until I thought
he's lick the skin off!  I was moaning and pushing at him, and he kissed
me there, right on my balls.  Then he began to lick my dick, up and down
on the sides.  I thought he would never take it into his mouth.  And when
he did I wanted to shove my whole body in there, too.

"Oh, Joe...it's so good...you make me feel soooo nice..."

He sucked slowly, I think because he wanted me to last for a little
longer, but as soon as I felt his mouth around my dick and his lips
pushing up against me, I just had to push at him, wiggle under him.  It
felt so good I couldn't stay still!  The feeling started, and I knew he
could tell.  He started sucking faster.

I threw my head back, and I think I sounded like I was being strangled.
The feeling took over everything, inside and outside.  I shook then, and
when my dry cum started I wanted to cry and laugh and shout...

He licked my dick when it finished jumping in his mouth, and then he lay
his head on my leg and gave little licks to my balls.  Nobody is more
wonderful than my Joe.  Nothing is any better than being with him.  He
put his hand on my belly, and I started to breath a little slower.

I had thought about it, and I decided I would do it the next time we made
love.  If Joe didn't want me to do it, he'd let me know.  I asked him to
turn over on his belly, and I started rubbing his back.  When I got down
to his ass, I rubbed his cheeks round and round, and then I spread his
legs apart more.  I lay down on my belly and scooted so my face was right
at his ass, and I started kissing it all over.  I know he likes that.

Then I pulled his ass cheeks apart so I could see his hole.  It was
darker than the skin around it but a kind of pink, too.  It was so
little, with the skin all drawn up around it.  I could smell the shower
we took.  Then I kissed his hole.  He jumped.  He sighed a little and
moved his legs, and I could reach his hole better.  I had kissed Joe in
the same place he had kissed me.  I had touched him there lots, but never
with my lips.  So I did it again.  It was warm, and the skin seemed
smooth.  I had decided to do it, so I did.  I reached out my tongue, and
I licked him, right at his hole.

"Oh, Bobby..."  He started to raise up but he went back down.  I think
that meant it was okay.

It tasted some like soap, but we had just gotten out of the shower.
There was another taste, but it wasn't bad, and that was what I'd been
wondering about.  It was warm, and that was nice.

I licked him again, moving my tongue all the way up across his hole.  And
then I did it some more.  Joe was moaning now, and I knew what that
meant.  I knew what to do with my tongue in his mouth, so I moved it back
and forth and then around in circles.  Joe moaned a little louder, and he
moved his legs a little, pulling one of them a bit up, and I could get to
his hole a little better.

The thing I liked about it was how smooth and warm it was on my tongue.
And I liked getting my face right there where his insides are.  That
sounds wierd, but that's what I thought.  I guess it was because I love
him a lot and I know he likes it.

Joe was squirming around some, and maybe that's what happened. I hadn't
thought about this part, but when I moved my tongue around and around I
started to feel his hole moving.  It was kind of like a dick moves when
it's hard, little jerks and moves.  I pushed my tongue at it, and I
felt my tongue go inside the hole just a little.  The first thing I
thought was that it was clean, because I'd cleaned it myself.

But when I kept pushing just a little bit, the feeling was awesome.  It
was like his hole was opening real slow to let me lick more of it, not
just the outside part but the inside, too.  Now Joe's sounds were
different, but they still meant that he liked what I was doing.  I kept
pushing my tongue, and I don't think I got very far, but I could feel
some really smooth skin all around the end of it.  That felt so nice I
tried to wiggle my tongue a little, and that seemed to make it go in a
little more.  Joe feels so nice here, and he tastes so nice.  I moved my
tongue around a little more, but it was starting to hurt some.  I pulled
it out, and the weirdest feeling of all was the hole sliding off from
around my tongue.

When I was out all the way, I licked him a little more and kissed his
hole.  Then I crawled up over his leg and lay on my back next to him.
Our faces were just a few inches apart, and he leaned in to kiss me.

"Bobby, that was...I never felt anything like that before, never!  Oh,
wow.  Your tongue was really in my hole?"

I grinned and nodded.

"Did it...?"

I knew what he was going to ask, so I answered him, "The taste was good,
Joe.  It was different, but it wasn't bad, like I thought maybe it would
be.  And it was so warm.  Joe, Joe, I was inside you!  Like when my
tongue is in your mouth, only not that far.  It was just a little bit,
but I was in you, Joe."

He scooted down, and I knew he was going to do what I wanted.  I wanted
to know how that felt.  He pulled my legs apart and kind of pushed one
leg us a little, then he lay down like I had and pulled my ass cheeks
apart.  I knew what he was going to do, but when he kissed me there I
still jumped some.  His lips were warm.  And then he started to lick me.

"Oh my god, Joe...oh my god..."

I could feel it! His tongue was making circles all around my hole, and I
wiggled around.  I just couldn't keep still, it felt so wonderful.  Then
I felt he was making smaller circles, and then his tongue pushed at me.
I lay real still, because I wasn't sure if I should move or not.  He was
pushing into me -- I could feel it!  His tongue was opening my hole -- I
could feel that!  I didn't even think about it, but I was pushing my ass
back at him; I guess I wanted more of his tongue in me.

He poked it in just a little and then moved it back just a little.  And
then he pushed more, and I know my hole was opening for him, like my ass
wanted to swallow his tongue.  I heard all the groaning, and I knew it
had to be me.  Oh, it was unbelievable.  I was sounding like a baby now,
whining for a milk bottle, like I really needed him.  And I did.  I knew
I did.

Then he pulled his tongue out, and I suddenly felt so bad without it.  I
felt him crawl up and lie next to me.  He lay on his belly, and neither
one of said anything at all for a while.  We just looked and smiled at
each other.

"Joe, can I suck you now?  I want to taste you that way, too."

When he rolled over on his back I scooted down.  His dick was waiting for
me, lying against his belly and giving me one drop of precum to begin
with.  I licked it all around his dickhead.  I got over his leg and knelt
between his legs, then I took his dick and slid as much of it as I could
in my mouth.  He was alive inside me!  He was hot and hard and wet,
pushing at the very back of my mouth.  I pulled away until just his
dickhead was inside, then I pushed all the way down again.  Maybe this is
the very best feeling of all, and I wanted him to feel me all over and
around his dick.

I was running my fingers around his smooth balls when his sounds changed
a little, and I knew that meant the feeling had started.  So I ran my
fingers a little faster over his balls and sucked a little harder.  I
could taste some more of his precum oozing out of his peehole, and that
made my mouth even more wet.  I was pushing and pulling, and when he
started pushing hard at me, I knew he was ready.

"Bobby...o fuck yeah...gonna do it...aaaaaaaaa ugggggg!"

I felt his first squirt on my tongue, but I kept sucking.  Then his dick
jumped even harder, and I could taste more.  His cum is so hot, and it's
salty.  He was still grunting and shoving, and I could feel a little more
run out.  I kept sucking, but lots slower, and when I let his dick slide
out of my mouth I licked it all over.  I moved up to him and kept real
still.  When he turned to me for a kiss, I let some of his cum out into
his mouth.  We rolled our tongues around real deep and slow.

I let my head fall down to the pillow.  "Did you taste it, Joe?  Did you
taste the cum?"

"Yeah, Bobby,"  he said, and his voice was real dreamy.  "You gave some
back to me, didn't you?"

I nodded and put my head on his chest.  Every time we make love, it's
like it's the first time all over again.  We fell asleep like that.  It
was my very best birthday ever.

When we woke up in the morning, his mom was already gone to work, so
we sucked each other again and just lay there kissing for a while.  But I
had to get home by lunch.  Then Joe came over, and we put the bookcase
together.  It took longer than I thought it would, but it was beautiful
when it was done.  We stood back to look at it, and then I got the box of
books he gave me.  I set the box on the top shelf, right in the very
middle.

"Now it looks perfect," I said.

"One more thing," Joe grinned.  "Go ask your mom if we can ride for just
a little bit; we won't be gone more than an hour."

All we had to wear was just jackets, because it was really warm for
November.  We rode into the woods, dropped our bikes, and walked the rest
of the way to our special place.

"You got to..." Joe started.

"Pee?" we both said together.

We laughed as we unzipped.  We didn't pull our pants off because it was a
little too cold for that.  But we held each other's dick while we peed.

When we zipped up, Joe said, "Here's the rest of your birthday present."
And he told me to follow him around to the other side of the tree.

"What?" I asked as I looked around.

"Not out there," he said, "the tree, on the tree."

Carved into the bark of the tree was a heart.  And in the middle it said,
"J+B."  Joe loves Bobby.

"I came out here yesterday, before we went out to dinner." Joe said.
"Took me longer than I thought it would.  But I wanted to make sure it
was deep enough that it would stay."

I hugged him tight with tears in my eyes.

"It will be here a long time, Bobby," he whispered in my ear.  "People
may see it sometime, and they'll know what it means.  They won't know who
J and B are, but they'll know that whoever they are, J loves B.  And we
know.  And that's what matters.  Us."

Us.  We hugged tight for a long time, and then we kissed.  My very best
birthday ever.

Two days before we got out of school for Thanksgiving I had to give my
speech in class.  It was the most important one for the semester, Mr.
Davis said, and it counted big toward our grade.  Mine was going to be
"The Real Pirates," and I was going to talk about the differences between
what they were really like and what everybody thinks they we like because
of TV and the movies.  I worked real hard on it, because it had to be
eight minutes.  That doesn't sound like very long, but it was.  And if
it wasn't that long, it lowered our grade.  And if it was more than ten
minutes, that lowered our grade, too.

He said to practice it several times and time it, so I practiced in front
of the mirror until I got it to eight minutes.  Then one day when Joe was
over I gave it to him.  He asked me some questions, and I decided
to write some of it all over again.  Then I gave it to mom, and it was
nine minutes and 15 seconds.  That was okay.  Then I gave it to Joe
again, and that time it was eight minutes and fifty seconds.  That was
okay, too.

I'd given three of those little speeches in class, but they weren't
really much.  This one had made me a little nervous, because it was
harder to write.  I was kind of shakey when I got up to start, but when I
got into it I felt better.  And I remembered to use my hands like Mr.
Davis said; sometimes it's easy to forget that.  It went okay, and there
were even some questions after I got done.  And Mr. Davis gave me an
"A!"  Joe said he wasn't surprised, because he thought I was good.  I was
surprised, though.  But I was proud of it, anyway.

We were going to Grandma's for Thanksgiving, and Joe and his mom went to
his aunt's house.  We were only going for the day, because dad didn't
want to stay overnight.  It's always a big dinner, and this year it was
just Grandma and us.  Right before dinner Grandma said each of us had to
say one thing we were thankful for besides family.  That one was easy.  I
said I was thankful for my best friend Joe.

The rest of the weekend was boring.  It got cold, and it rained.  Joe
called Sunday night when they got home and said his Thanksgiving was okay
but kind of boring, too.

And then it snowed.  It started in the afternoon right after school was
over, and it snowed all night.  It was still snowing when I woke up.  Mom
said school was cancelled because they couldn't run busses where they
needed to.  An extra vacation!  Joe called to see if I could come over,
but mom said there was too much snow.  I went out in the afternoon and
shoveled the sidewalk in front.  And it still snowed some more.

The next morning school was still closed, and Joe called again.  This
time mom said I could go, since the streets were plowed.  I don't know
what difference that made, because I couldn't ride my bike anyway.  It
was only five blocks, but by the time I got there my legs were tired from
walking through snow where people hadn't shoveled.  I was cold, too.  I
could tell Joe had snoveled their sidewalk, and the driveway, too.  Joe's
mom had gone to work that day, but she had made some hot chocolate that
we heated in the microwave.

Then we decided that what Joe's house really needed was a good snowman in
the front yard.  The snow was just right for packing.  It had been a
while since I made a snowman, but I hadn't forgotten how!  We made a
really big ball of snow for the bottom, and we packed it hard.  Then we
rolled one for the middle, but when we picked it up it fell apart.

"Shit!" Joe said.  He looked around to see if anybody heard, but we were
the only ones out.  "Shit," he said again, but quiter, and we started
giggling.

The next one we started on the ground, but we put it in place while it
was still too little and added to it.  It turned out to be pretty big,
too.  The head is the easiest part to make, but then you have to make it
look like a head.  We found some dark rocks to make the eyes and nose.
Joe found a curved piece of an old picture frame in their garage, and we
broke it in half to make it the right size for a smiley-mouth.  He ran in
and got an old cap on his to put on the top.  And we put three rocks on
the smiley-mouth to look like teeth, and it really looked goofy.  We
decided it was probably the best-looking goofy snowman in town.

We were hot and sweaty, though, when we got in.  While we cooled down we
ate some sandwiches, then we decided we'd better clean up in the shower.
Joe dared me to strip naked in the kitchen before we went up, and I did.
I don't think he thought I would.  Then I said he had to do it, too, and
we ran naked upstairs into the bathroom.  We peed first.

When we got in the shower Joe showed me something new.  He said he'd gone
with his mom when she went shopping, and she had picked up something that
you used in the shower to scrub your skin.  So Joe asked if he could have
one, too.  It was round and fluffy, but it was made up of stuff that
looked like the net we used when I used to have an aquarium.  Joe said
you used it to make lots of suds, so instead of pouring the soap on our
bellies, he poured it on this scrubber.

And when he rubbed it on me it started making lots and lots of suds, tons
more than just the soap.  And it felt good, too.  It was a little
scratchy, but not too much.  When he rubbed it over my nipples it really,
really felt good.  He used it on my ass and under my arms, and when he
used it on my balls, that was best of all.  There were suds and bubbles
all over me!  Some of it slid off while I rubbed it on him, but I got him
all covered with suds, too.  When we hugged together, there were lots
more suds to squish around between us.

This time when he cleaned my hole he did it a different way.  He got down
in front of me and reached around to put his finger in my hole.  My dick
was hard, and it took it in his mouth.  He sucked on my dick at the same
time he cleaned the inside of my hole.  I got so turned on by this!  I
had to hold on to his head, and it was like my whole middle was his, not
mine.  He was holding it and moving it and sucking it and fingering it.
It was driving me crazy, and I was wiggling in his hand and pushing into
his mouth.

I knew he wasn't going to stop until he made me cum, and pretty soon I
could feel it start.  He was pushing my dick around in his mouth and
moving his finger around inside me, and I was jerking and twisting
because I couldn't get enough of this fantastic feeling.  My belly
tightened.

"Oh fuck, Joe...oh my god...oh Joe..gonna...aaaaaaaaauhhhh...."

It felt like my belly twisted hard inside, and my dick hit the top of his
mouth.  He kept his finger moving while I shoved myself into him.  When
the feeling went away, I leaned into his head because my legs were so
weak.  It stung a little when he pulled his finger out of my hole, but I
barely felt it.  I had to sit down.  I sat on the floor of the shower,
and he held me while the warm water was running over both of us.  After a
little bit I told Joe I wanted to suck him, but I felt so really tired,
so we just sat there for a while.

When I finally asked Joe to stand up, he said I didn't have to suck him.
So I pinched his nipple a little bit, just enough to make him wince and
then giggle.

"Oh, the sexy little stud wants to suck my wiener!" he laughed.

"I don't just want to suck it, loverboy; I want to eat the fucking
thing!"

He was still laughing when he stood up and I sucked his dick into my
mouth, and his laughing turned into moans pretty quick!  I reached up for
that scrubber and got some more suds on his ass.  Then I ran my finger
around and around his sudsy hole and started pressing in a little.  My
finger went in right away, just like his hole knew who it was and had
been waiting.  I slipped it in as far as I could, and then I started
moving it around slowly.  I remembered to push it in and out, then, and I
sucked on his cock at the same time.

Joe was groaning louder then, and when my finger got to that spot he
likes so much I could feel his cock get even stiffer in my mouth.  That
was when I realized that the spot made his dick do that.  I felt really
dumb that I hadn't known that before, but now that I did I made sure to
hit that spot more.

"Bobbyyyy...oooooo...ofuckbobby..."

His dick got so stiff it was really poking hard at the back of my mouth,
but I knew what that meant.  I kept moivng my finger in him kind of fast,
but I slowed down my sucking and pulled back so I had just the head in my
mouth.  And even the head had gotten harder!  He made that strangled
sound and froze for a second, then I felt his cum shoot out onto my
tongue.  He shoved his dick in again and hit the back of my mouth, but I
could feel it jerk when more cum shot out, and I pulled back just in time
to let the last of it ooze out of his little hole.

He grabbed my hand that was poking his ass and stopped it, so I think
maybe I made him a little sore there.  I let his dick slide out of my
mouth, and when my finger slide out of his ass he sucked in his breath.
Then he slowly sat down on the floor of the shower and leaned into me.

"So good...so good, Bobby."  I could barely hear him over the sound of
the water.  He turned his head just a little so he could kiss my
shoulder.

I realized then that the water was cooler.  I told him we'd better get
out before it turned cold, so we got up, turned the water off, stepped
out, and began to dry each other off.  But we did it slower than usual,
and with lots of little kisses.

When we were dry, he said, "I hope the water heats up again before mom
gets home from work.  Oh, shitshitshit!  The clothes!  We left our
clothes in the kitchen!"

I ran downstairs after him, but it wasn't time yet for his mother to get
back.  And our clothes were scattered all over the floor - jeans, shirts,
t-shirts, socks.  His briefs were turned inside-out, and he giggled when
I pointed to them.

"Could I say a tornado hit?" he laughed.  I started to get my briefs on,
and he stopped me.  "Got another dare for you, Bobby."

"What?"

"I dare you to walk into the dining room naked."

"There are front windows in there!  And the other windows toward next
door..."

"I dare you."  And he grinned.

"Here's a dare for you, wiseass," I challenged him.  "If I walk across
the dining room naked, then you have to walk across the living room."

"No way, Jose!  There's a picture window in there, and it goes all the
way to the floor!  Forget it!"

"Chicken."  I knew that would get him for sure.

"Fuck.  Get in the dining room, asshole," and his frown turned into a
grin.

So I walked slowly into the dining room.  There were blinds on the
windows facing the house next door, so maybe that was okay.  But the
blinds in the windows facing the sidewalk were wide open.  I walked in
and felt really wierd, naked in a dining room.  This is sure something I
wouldn't do at home!

I stopped near a corner where I didn't think I could be seen very well,
turned around, and gave him the finger.  "Come on, bashful.  You got to
come this way to get into the living room."

He walked in strutting in, swinging his cock from side to side, and we
both broke up.  He stopped in the corner where I was, and we had to hang
onto each other to keep from falling into the china cabinet.

"Now the living room," I reminded him.  "You took the dare, so do it."

"Okay, so I took the dare," he said.  "And I'll do it!  But I double-dare
you, smarty!  And you get to go first!"

Oh, shit.  Could you do that?  He'd already taken the dare, so I didn't
know if he could still double-dare.  But I wasn't any more chicken that
he was!  So I walked through the double doors into the middle of the
living room.  Ha!  Maybe he didn't know it, but from here all I could see
was the other side of the street!  Anybody walking by might see my head,
but that was all.

"Bwaaak bwaak bwaak-bwaak."  My best chicken imitation.  He came in
slowly, keeping his eye on the picture window.  When he got to me, he
punched me on the shoulder.

"Nobody can see anything when we're back here,"  he laughed.  "But they
could if you walked right up to the window.  I dare to to just walk right
up there."  I guess he saw my face.  "I double-dare you!  Oh,
shitshitshit!"

"Ha! You double-dared!  After you, O Sexy One."  I was grinning, but I
was still going to have to do it, too.

He took small steps closer up to the window, then turned around
and motioned for me to go with him.  When I stepped up, he put his arm
around my waist.  We walked right up to the window, and there wasn't
anything between our dicks and the street but a piece of glass and lots
of snow.  He wiggled his ass a little, and that made his cock swing
around again.  I wiggled, and my cock moved around.  If anybody came by,
they would be able to see everything from out feet to the tops of our
heads.  But that made me kind of tingly, and I stayed real hard.

We took turns wiggling a few more times, then out of the corner of my eye
I saw a car coming down the street.  Joe must have seen it, too, because
we dropped to the floor on top of each other, giggling and tickling each
other.  I think we were far enough away from the window that whoever was
in the car couldn't see!  We rolled around a little, and then our tickles
became kisses, so we slowed down and really kissed for a long time.

When we finally rolled apart, we went back into the kitchen and got
dressed.  By then it was time for me to go home and Joe's mom to get
back.  I couldn't stay all night because we didn't know yet if there
might be school the next day.  I got all my stuff on, and we kissed
goodbye.

I got home just before dark.  I told mom I was all sweaty from making a
snowman and then walking home and that I was going to take a shower.
When I got in the shower I started rubbing myself slowly all over,
remembering everything I could.  Then I jacked myself to a good dry cum.
That was sure a great afternoon.

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The story will conclude with Chapter 10.  I always appreciate comments
and suggestions from readers.  Thank you, all, for writing.
mikeangelo@mail.com

If you're interested here are stories of mine posted at Nifty, the date
of the posting, and the category where you'll find them.

"Brian and Benny" - Oct 18 2006 - High School ;  "Two Nights with Ronnie"
- Oct 27 2006 - High School;  "An Afternoon at the Airport" - Nov 2 2006
- Adult/Youth;  "A Sweet Little Pecker" - Nov 10 2006 -
Adult/Youth