Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2007 02:40:11 -0800 (PST)
From: d dd <solituus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brendan and Tim

Brendan and Tim on Saturday Afternoon
By Solituus
solituus@yahoo.com

It was toward the last year of primary school -- I, Brendan, was aged
twelve years and I was at my best friends house.  His name was Tim and he
was about six months younger than me.  It was a Saturday afternoon and his
parents were out.  We had been swimming in his pool and had now come inside
to his downstairs rumpus room.

Being six months older than him I was starting to take an interest in the
girls in our class -- one in particular named Anne.  She has small tits
then, and olive skin.  But at that moment, in Tims' loungeroom, I was more
interested in him.

He was wearing skimpy red speedo swimming togs.  He had fair skin, freckles
across the ridge of his nose and light brown hair.  We had been friends for
about three years by then and he had always been quite skinny.  As I
examined his body, as he looked for a video to put on, was that his muscles
were showing through his skin.  I had compared myself with some of the
other boys during swimming lessons at school -- most were still covered
with baby fat, but not Tim.

I had started to work out at home as my elder brother had a gym set: I was
doing four or five sessions a week and it was definitely showing.  I did it
with Anne in mind and she seemed to give me a good look when I got out of
the pool -- her hormones must have been emerging too.

The first time I had an orgasm was quite by accident: mum and dad never
told me anything about the birds and the bees at all.  I was doing chin-ups
and there was not a lot of space between me and the wall, and occasionally
my crotch would rub the wall.  This felt good so I did it on purpose having
no idea I would orgasm. I felt as though I was about to pee, but had the
feeling I should go on: and then it happened -- white stuff shooting out
all over the inside of my track pants.  I had to go a read a medical book
to find out just what the hell had happened.  This was about two months
before today.  Since then I would work out, go to my room and get out our
school fotos from last year which showed Tim and me and Ann.  I would wank
off looking at Ann, and occasionally Tim.

As I looked around the room I noticed in the corner a bench press and a few
dumbbells.

`You do weights do you?' I asked.

`Yeah -- you do too don't you -- I noticed you getting bigger -- well my
mom noticed actually and said I should do it to.  My mum likes you.'

Well that startled me -- his mum had been at a few of the swimming lessons
too. She was only about thirty-five years old and looked really good.  I
felt a rush of hormones then.

`How much can you lift' I said looking at the bar which had about 5kg discs
on each end.

`Not much but getting better -- you?' he said as he came closer to me and
the bench.

`Started at about 5kg and now doing about 12kg regularly -- but 15kg for an
extra effort, as well as chin-ups and push-ups.'

I don't think he quite believed me as he began putting extra discs onto the
bar: `there you go -- fifteen kilograms on each end -- thirty kilograms in
total'.

Doesn't sound like much but you have to remember I only weighed about 40
kilograms.

It was a challenge and Tim had glisten in his eye as of he wanted to see my
muscles pump.

I did a few brief stretches and lay down, took a deep breath and began.  I
did about eight no worries at all, but the last four (I also do twelve in a
set) were an effort.

I lay the bar back in the cradle and stood up, looking at Tim, but he was
definitely looking at my right nipple.  Knowing this I pinched both nipples
with my right hand -- `makes then go harder' I said: `you want to touch'.

I think he went a bit wobbly at the knees then as he raised both hands and
felt my nipples, then ran his fingers around them to feel the pumped up
pecs and shoulders.

I looked up and saw a steel "I" beam running across the ceiling holding the
floor above up.  I walked over to it and jumped up and, taking hold, began
to do a set of chin-ups, all the time Tim watching.

I dropped back down and looked at Tim wearing his red speedo's and saw the
bulge in them.  I was wearing swimming shorts so he could see what my
position was.  I was becoming excited, but not there yet.

`Come here' I said as I positioned myself down on the floor for a set of
push-ups.

Tim came over as I positioned myself: `lie on my back -- I will do a set
with your weight'.  Tim knelt down beside me and then positioned himself on
me.  He was heavier that I thought he would be but I kept my arms ready.

`All set' and then I started pushing them out -- all fifteen.  I was
exhausted when I finished so dropped to the floor.  Tim didn't move and I
could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, then he moved himself off
and briefly I felt his hard-one.

`Man your strong -- no wonder the girls like you' he said as we got up.  So
the girls do like me I thought.

`Has Ann ever said anything to you about me? I think she is so hot,
followed closely by Angela (another girl in the class).  I would like to do
both of them.' I said.

`Do them ? -- you want to have sex with them?' he asked.

`Sure -- wouldn't you?'  It seems he hadn't thought about it.

`Ann I would -- she is nice -- has a swimmers body.' Tim said. `I was in
the pool near her when you walked past and she said to Angela what a great
body you have.'

Well that got my juices going: `what do you think' I said as I gave a
double flex right in his face.

Tim immediately stood closer and felt my bi-ceps, then his hands began to
roam to my shoulders, my chest and my abs, where the early signs of a
six-pack were forming.

I lowered my arms from my flex: I put my left hand behind Tims neck and
brought him close enough to kiss, and with my right hand I cupped his two
small balls hanging in his speedo swimmers.  Then I gave him a short kiss
on the lips, with a bit of tongue.  At that moment I felt his semi-hard
penis give short pulse of hardness.

Tim put his hands on my shoulders as I lifted him up and he wrapped his
legs around my waist.  I carried him like that up the internal stairs to
his bedroom, all the while he was looking into my eyes as if to say `this
is going to be good.'

No one else was home and we closed the curtains in small room with the
usually stuff twelve year olds like.  I slowly laid him down on the single
bed and went down on top of him as he would not let his hands free of my
shoulders.  I felt a bit of fingernail in my skin.  We kissed again and his
hands started roaming all over my back, slightly scratching it as if he
wanted to give me a bit of pain.

I could feel is dick in the erect position in his speedos, rubbing against
mine, which was still straining against my boxes to rise.

My kisses has roamed from his lips to his ears, which I tongued eagerly,
and round to his neck, leaving his lips free to breath heavily, making
squeamish noises.

I paused from kissing him for a moment: `you ever seen semen?'  I just
occurred to me that so sweet and innocent a boy hadn't.

`Mum told me a bit about it but I never seen it.'

`You want to?'  I didn't wait for a reply but rolled over the bed next to
him so we were side by side and a slipped off my boxer shorts.

Tim looked at my stiff dick, now in the erect position.  He rolled onto his
left side and ran his fingers through what little pubic hair I had.

I put my right hand around him and with my left began to wank off.  Tim
looked on in amazement.

`Bite my tits Tim' I said -- and he did, with a bit of teeth.  `And hold my
balls' -- again he did.

After a minute or two I came: a thick stream of semen squirted onto my
chest, as far as my throat.  Nice and white, and decent amount too: not
like some orgasms I have which are of more clear semen.

My skin was sweaty, and Tim ran his fingers through the semen on my chest:
he rubbed it over the slight six-pack I had.

`Taste it' I said as I pinched some together and dropped it into my mouth.
Tim did the same.

Then he started licking it all up, right off my chest, all the while still
holding my balls in his hand.

`You want a go?' I asked.  He eagerly nodded.

We changed positions and I held is balls and pecked at his tits while he
slowing wanked off.

`Think about things that make you horney' I said.

`Like what ?'  he queried.

`Like I think of swimming lessons at school: in the pool... you know when
the girls get out and their togs cling to them.  Ann and Angela: nice legs,
and arms, bit of tan, little budding boobs poking through.... Then you just
imagine if you met them in the changing rooms... now imagine they are here
in bed with you now .. imagine it is Angela holding your balls now while
you are having a root with Ann.  Say her name... say "fuck me Ann'...

`Fuck me Ann....' Tim was in a bit of an unreal state of mind then as he
imagined having his first root; his eyes were slightly closed like he was
dreaming.  `Fuck me Ann...' he said continually as I slightly squeezed his
balls and massaged his chest and nipples.

I looked at his penis, which had never had such a work out.  It wasn't a
long or thick as mine but looked great.  Some precum was seeping from the
head - it looked so beautiful.

Then he climaxed -- lots of white semen shot out like a cannon -- passed
his head and onto the head-board of the bed, then the after shots dribbled
into his chest.

I looked into his eyes for a moment then I began to lick it all up.

He was still heaving a minute later from the exhaustion.  We cuddled for a
while and fell off to sleep.

(C) Solituus 2007
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