Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 20:38:37 -0600
From: Kenny Santoria <argosylight@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cold Beaches 6

Cold Beaches part 6  An Astros game
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That summer was probably the height of my jerking sessions.  It was morning,
noon, and night.  I would wake up with an erection and jerk before I ever
got out of bed.  I liked to go down to the bayou and sneak behind the heavy
brush and jerk out in nature.  I would do it in out pool.  I just made sure
I shot some where close to the intake to the filter.  I didn't want the
floating strings of cum to float around too much.

I sure didn't mind an opportunity for some play with my friends and cousins
from the company.  I would accept invitations to join them and tried to come
with reasons to get together with them.  I jumped at the chance to go to a
baseball game with several of them.  My parents got rid of my little sister
and brother and they were heading for a big night out.  That usually meant a
night of dancing and drinking at Gilley's or the Nesadel.

The company owned eight tickets right down the first base line at the
Astrodome.   The seats were really to give out to customers or to take them
and entertain them.  Tickets in the middle of the week and against teams
that stunk were not that popular.  They were really good seats, you could
see the players walking in and out of the dugout and they were close enough
to easily get down to the rail for autographs.  It was also close enough to
the field that you had to pay a lot of attention during the game.  Foul
balls could come quickly off the bats and head right our way.  I did get a
bruise on my chest when I tried to catch one, missed it.  I did get three
balls though, two of them from somebody sitting in the dugout and tossing it
up and over into the stands.  My uncle got hit in the beer, problem was he
was drinking it at the time. There were always stories of foul balls in our
seats.

This game was with Trip and his parents, Kevin and his little brother Craig.
  And Craig brought two of his friends.  We went right from one of Kevin's
games.  He was still in his uniform.  We should have had time to let them go
home and let him get cleaned up and change, especially as early as we got to
the game.  Kevin was an athlete when he was younger.  Brice was really the
athlete stud of the group.  Kevin did play baseball and on his school
(private) swim team.  He did look good in his baseball pants.  They
stretched over his leg muscles and were thin enough that I could see the
pink skin of his butt.

When we got to the seats, and got all settled in, Kevin got on his knees,
where most of the stadium couldn't see what he was doing.  Then he reached
into the front of his pants and dug around for a little bit.  I had no idea
what he was doing and I just stared at him.  Then he pulled his hand out,
along with his cup.  He sighed like it was a relief, and I really bet it
was.  That plastic cup may be good for protection but I would have hated the
way it would push into legs and balls.  Then being a good brother, the first
thing Kevin did was to stick the cup on his brother Craig's face, like a gas
mask.  Craig was talking to his friends and didn't notice it until it was
too late.  Of course, that caused Craig to punch Kevin a couple of times,
the rest of us to laugh, and their mother telling them to knock it off.

Then I got the treatment.  I got the smelly, hot plastic cup put on my face.
  I reacted by jerking backwards, no punches though.  Even with the aromas
of nachos, hotdogs, popcorn, and everything else in the Dome, I still got a
whiff of the cup.  It was that hot musky, a little cummy scent.  I could
smell that until about the 3rd inning.  Kevin then handed his cum to his
mother, who took it, gave him a sarcastic thank you and put it in her purse.

I did like going to the games.  The Astros were still in the popsicle
uniforms, with stripes of orange and yellow on their jerseys.  I may have
been a fashion disaster but I loved them because they were different and you
always could pick out the Astros, on the field or on the sportscasts. There
were even some games that I saw most of the game from those seats.  There
were others that I spent more time roaming around the Dome, only to catch
glimpses of the games, especially when there was a big roar from some big
play going on.  We got very familiar with the place, there weren't many
exciting facilities in the Dome, at least not that many intended.  There was
the gift shop, among all the boys, I think we owned at least two of every
cheap replica bat, pennant, and cap.  They also had an arcade near home
plate.  That was usually a hard place to get to play.  There were always the
same six older boys playing the good games every year, year after year.  I
worry that if they ever tear the Dome down, they need to check to see if
those boys are still in there.

Our parents, as well as I, would wonder how those boys had enough money to
pour down the games.  They also had to pay to get in but you could still get
great outfield seats for only $2.  It turned out those boys made quite a bit
of profit by becoming one of the vendors there in the Dome.  They didn't
sell any of the common stuff like hotdogs, peanuts, sodas, and beer.  They
sold pot.  I know it was one of the places that Kevin got his stash.

When we were little boys, we would pee in the Future Astros trough urinal
mostly out of necessity since it was hung on the wall lower than the rest.
Then, I was 5'10", yet we all crowded around the little Future Astros urinal
more out of some feeling of nostalgia.  It was also great to look at the
other dicks pulled out through jeans and baseball pants.

That game quickly got out of hand.  The Astros were playing a particularly
bad team to start with but they quickly jumped out in front.  The score was
something like 13-2 after the first 3 innings.  It barely kept the attention
of any in the stadium.  That was the game that we really explored some of
the other levels, and mostly the restrooms.  We were almost at the top, way
out in the outfield.  There was not a person on that entire level during
that game.  The security or ushers had moved down a level or had just
disappeared.  It did give a much different view of the game than just a few
rows up from first base.  We did find another restroom.

The security light was the only thing on in the room but it was enough light
to move around.  Trip, Kevin and I got into one of the stalls.  I wasn't
even convinced then that the partial walls on the stall would provide any
more privacy or security than just standing in the middle of the restroom.
But it did make us brave enough to light up a few joints.  For the most
part, the only time that I and Trip ever lit up was with Kevin.  Kevin
didn't pass up on too many opportunities then.  I always thought it was
interesting to see Kevin in his starched school shirts and nice haircut to
be smoking pot.

We were buzzing.  Feeling no pain.  Trying to be as quiet as possible.  Then
the toilet was too much of an enticement.  Trip pulled his dick out to pee.
As the stream of pee was heading into the toilet, Kevin all of a sudden
slaps the stream!  Most of the pee than went flying hit me.  Even high, I
was a little shocked by it, I couldn't believe he did that.  And I didn't
believe it when Trip did the same thing to Kevin.  It still went mostly on
me!  But then, Kevin was laughing hard enough that not much of his pee was
hitting the water to start with.  I don't want to get gross and that was
pretty much the extent of playing with pee, that night.

Kevin and Trip are standing there with their dicks still hanging out.  Kevin
was trying to keep his fingers from burning as he finished off the second
joint.  They were looking at me like they were expecting something.  I felt
guilty for not thinking about it.  They were waiting for me to pull my dick
out.  I took it out as quickly as I could, even unbuttoned and unzipped and
pulled it out over my underwear so that they could see it all.  It made
sense to me so that I could make up for making them wait.  It also helped a
lot, I was a lot harder than I thought.  I wasn't about to pee.  I didn't
want to get splashed, for one thing.  And I couldn't get a pee going with as
hard as I was.

In just the little bit of time that it took for me to get my dick out, both
of them had gotten hard.  They were pulling at them and playing with them.
I wanted them to move their hands so I could get a good look.  I reached
over to move Trip's hand and he thought I was going for his dick and he put
it right out there.  It sure did feel better than what I thought what his
hand would feel like.  It almost felt like I was touching something heated
by the lighter Kevin had.  I did act like I knew what I was doing feeling
it.  I stuck my finger into the opening of his jeans with the intent of
feeling his pubes.  Trip took it as a sign that I wanted him to open his
jeans.

As Trip opened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, Kevin also undid
his pants.  Kevin pulled down just his pants, leaving his jock still on him.
  The last several times I had seen Kevin, he had been in a jock.  I made a
joke about how much he liked being in a jock.  He agreed, he told us that he
would sleep that way, sometime go swimming when no one else was around, and
he said it was the best thing to wear under shorts when it was hot.  I moved
my hand to his butt and was rubbing over it.  I loved the feeling of his
naked butt on my hand.  The jock strap coming from his crack to the sides
just seemed to add to the attraction.

As I was feeling Kevin's butt, Trip put his hand down the pouch, in the part
that the cup slips into.  They talked about how it felt to have a cup and to
run around in it.  Kevin also talked about that having a cup made balls a
target.  He said that almost every boy on the team will hit each other in
the nuts when they had a cup on.  Or they would throw something.  When they
would hit the cup just right, there was a certain noise given off.  And
everyone on the team would laugh or yell bullseye!

Kevin told us about one boy who didn't have a lot being held up by his jock.
  He made it sound like anytime he got hit in the cup, it would make a big
echoing noise.  Kevin said it was almost as small as what I had.  While I
wasn't hauling around trophy winners, I wasn't small.  I took Kevin's hand
and brought it right to my dick and balls.  I made him feel me and admit
that I wasn't small.  And when Trip laughed, I added his hand to my balls.
Then I realized just how good that felt.

For several minutes, we stood in that stall, feeling each other.  Our hands
would move from one dick to another.  Each of their hands felt completely
different on my dick.  When I had my hand wrapped around both of their
dicks, I started to stroke them.  Our breathing got faster and we quit
talking.  Kevin pushed my hand off of Trip's dick and he started stroking.
As soon as my hand went looking for Trip's, he found me and started
stroking.  We each took a step or two together, shoulders were leaning
against each other.  I put my hand on Trip's butt to stabilize myself.  His
butt was just the right size, it filled my hand perfectly.  His butt was so
much smoother and softer than Kevin's butt.  I was massaging it as we went.

I felt his butt tense up and heard him start to moan.  Then there was no
doubt that he was shooting.  Kevin's hand was stroking Trip's dick so fast
that I couldn't see it actually shoot out of his dick.  Trip pulled Kevin's
hand off his dick and moved away from my hand.  For a few seconds, my dick
was untouched.  Then Kevin found it and pulled me by the dick to right in
front of him.  We kept jerking, our dick heads were bang together, I could
even feel my hand touching my dick as I kept stroking his dick.  I thought
we did good in how long we stayed.  Then Kevin started to shoot.  I held my
hand under his dick head to catch the cum.  Some of it hit my dick and I
just ended up adding his cum to around my dick.

I was then stroking my own.  I didn't care who was jerking me, as long as I
could shoot soon.  Trip didn't want me to do it alone so he came up to me to
help me out.  My dick was dripping with Kevin's cum when Trip took over.
Trip started stroking me faster than I had really ever jerked myself.  I
felt the cum build up and I was ready to shoot in no time.  I closed my
eyes, leaned back, my knees went weak, and I started to shoot.

I know I never got limp, my dick just stayed poking out and going up and
down with my heartbeat.  When we all started coming back, we knew we were
going to have to go back.  The game still had a couple of innings left but
we had been gone a while.  As we struggled to get pants back up, Kevin
stepped out.  He said he had to pee of the cum would burn his sensitive
little dick.  With Kevin's back to us, Trip did lean over and put my dick in
his mouth.  It was quick.  He looked up at me and smiled.  I knew that was
from the ski trip we had taken.  I got wondering after that if he was
tasting Kevin's cum or a combination.  I just hoped that Kevin's cum tasted
good, so that Trip wouldn't be reluctant to taste my dick again in the
future.  I didn't think he noticed that Kevin had shot his cum on me dick.
I almost brought it up as we walked back down, and even again in the car.

The game did end.  It didn't take very long to get out of the Astrodome
parking lot.  There were some times that it would take an hour just to go a
few feet.  It would get exciting with no matter who's father was driving,
they all would act so tough when another car would try to pull in front of
them.  The boys would always complain that if we had just stayed in the
Dome, we could have gotten more autographs instead of sitting in a stupid
parking lot.

I got all the way in the back of the Suburban.  I was just being nice
because every other boy bitched about going all the way to the back.  As
soon as I did, Craig crawled in beside me.  Of the older boys, Craig liked
me the best.  Mostly because I would treat him a lot nicer and talk to him
like he was a friend instead of a little brother.  There were things that
would bond us together in the future as well.  We had barely turned off of
Kirby and merging on to the freeway when all the other boys were asleep.
Craig was out and leaning on my shoulder.  I liked that, at least most of
the time, and even when my little brother would fall asleep on me.

I started to take advantage of the situation.  I put my hand on Craig's leg
and carefully moved the open leg of his shorts out of the way.  The drool
accumulating on my shirt told me that Craig was very much asleep.  Little by
little, I moved my hand up to where I could feel his balls.  I wasn't sure
if I was feeling balls or dick.  It was soft and warm, and exciting.  It was
when my fingers did find his hard little boner that I knew I had been
feeling his balls.  I let my fingers wiggle all through his dick and balls
the whole trip.  Even when we pulled off the freeway and waiting for the red
light and I was talking to his parents, my fingers stayed playing with his
balls.

I heard Craig's father talking about taking the other boys home and he
didn't want to go all the way and take me home.  He wanted his wife to
convince me to call my mother and tell them that I would stay.  They thought
I was asleep.  I surprised them when I told them I thought it was a really
good idea to stay over.  I knew my parents wouldn't mind at all.  While I
didn't tell them, my parents had suggested that before we left for the game.
  My parents didn't want to mess with me coming home late.  They thanked me
for being willing to stay over, as I flipped their young son's dick back and
forth.

It did take a long time to drop off Craig's two friends and Trip.  Trip was
the first to get dropped off.  His mother came to the car as he staggered
into the house.  She said hi to Kevin's parents and waved at me and called
me cutie.  I took my hand out of Craig's shorts without even thinking about
it and waved back.  As we got near one of the houses, Kevin's father asked
all of us in the back if this was so-and-so's house. When no one answered, I
told him that everybody was asleep.  He asked me if the boy on the other
side of Craig was in fact so-and-so.  I told him that I wasn't sure and he
told me to wake him up and tell him to get in the house.   He was walking up
to the door when some man appeared at the door and just waved.  We drove on
to the next house.  The other boy got out and walked toward the door.  I
always wondered after that if we actually dropped off the boys at the right
house.

When we got to the house, Kevin's mother was trying to help me get settled
in.  She said I should look for Kevin's pajamas in the middle drawer.  I
started to tell her I was an underwear sleeper, and Kevin said "I don't even
have a pair of pajamas that fit me."  She did figure it out and said "You
are probably one of those boys who likes to sleep in his underwear anyway."

She did tell us that all three of us needed to take a shower before getting
into bed.  Kevin had come from his baseball game and was dirty enough.  We
all stunk, though.  I could smell several Dome food items on me.  I'm sure
they could smell some of the things that flew on me in the restroom.  And
now I realize they should have smell the pot on my clothes and hair.  We
were told to get in and out of the shower and go to bed.  Then Craig, who
all of a sudden seemed wide awake, asked if we could jump in the pool
instead.  The pool often took the place of a proper shower when we were
kids.  That was a good option.

I stood out by the pool as their parents finished locking the doors and
shutting things down.  I wasn't all that worried about skinny dipping but I
didn't want to do it while their parents could still clearly see me.  Craig
was already naked and on the pool steps telling us to hurry up and get in
the pool.  The lights made a shadow on his leg that made his little dick
look much bigger than it was.  That was for the short time periods when he
wasn't playing with his dick.  Kevin stripped down to his jock.  I got
thinking about what he said about just wearing his jock around and swimming
in it.

When the house lights went out, Kevin turned out most of the lights around
the pool, just left a few small ones that made the pool look very cool.  I
slipped out of my clothes quickly.  I was happy that I wasn't boned up, it
was like I was capable of some control.  It just looked that way, for a
little while.  I walked towards the water, Craig had made it all the way in,
Kevin walked over to the side yard and called me over.  I recognized the
little baggie and knew what he wanted to do.  And so did Craig.

The two of them argued about whether Craig needed to join us.  It was
apparent that at some time Craig didn't react too well to getting high.
Finally, Kevin told Craig that as long as I didn't mind sharing his germs,
he could join in.  I could still smell the funk on my fingers from the boy's
dick and balls.  I didn't figure a little spit on the end of a joint would
do me much harm.  We stood in a little circle near the pool filter and
smoked a joint.  I did witness a little theft, Craig slowly removed two
already rolled joints from the bag.  The vision of three boys standing
around naked, or nearly naked and smoking was really impressing me.  I did a
little philosophying about the situation and that got them to laugh.  I was
taking things a little too serious.  I just wished I could have remembered
anything I said, it was deep, it really was.

We did end up in the pool.  Kevin moved around, rubbing all parts of his
body, he even rubbed between his toes, scratched the crack of his butt, and
pulled on the hair in his arm pits.  He did keep the jock on the entire
time.  He kept his distance from Craig and I.  Craig was really enjoying me.
  He would grab me, not really wrestling but more like to hang on me.
Several times, our dicks would touch some other part of the other's body.
Craig wrapped his legs around my waist and hung on to my neck with his arms.
  I felt his butt.  My hands drifted up and down his body.  I would catch
myself running my hand along the crack of his butt and think I was going too
far.

Craig started to swim around, playing a little grab-ass.  Literally, he
would swim underwater and grab my ass as he went by.  He would even pull on
my dick.  And he did include Kevin in the play.  Craig and I were getting a
little wild as we grabbed for different parts.  Kevin was bored with it, or
at least very tired.  He told us he was going to bed.  He went the long way
through the kitchen, picking up a big plate of some kind of leftovers.

Craig swam underwater right at me.  He stopped right in front of me and he
put his mouth right on my dick.  I felt his lips close on my boner and slide
off to the tip. I knew then it was on.  When he swam back by, I grabbed him
and briskly rubbed his dick and balls, he giggled like a kid at his own
birthday party.  The next trick, he told me to spread my legs wide.  He swam
underneath me and when he did, he blew a load of bubble on my butt.  I even
shuddered a little bit at that feeling.  Then I did the same to him.  I made
sure my mouth was close to his hole when I made bubbles.  The next swim-by
was Craig blowing bubbles right on my dick.  I had to help him out and let
him experience the same thing.

We traded bubbles a few more times each.  The last time, Craig put my dick
in his mouth.  He was trying to blow bubbles with my dick in his mouth.  My
dick hit the back of his throat and instead of blowing bubbles, he sucked in
some water.  He came up coughing and spitting.  I rescued him and pulled him
to me.  I hung on to him and we started moving around the pool attached to
each other.  He was lower and his balls were riding right on top of my dick.
  My dick found a good comfortable spot to ride in his butt crack.  We asked
each other if the bubbles felt good on our dicks and things like that.

He did a little bit of grinding and told me that it must feel great to have
pubes.  He only had the lightest of hair above his dick.  It was really all
over his body and probably not pubic hairs at all.  I had to tell him how
old I was when I notice my pubic hairs growing in.  He asked my opinion
about how thick his pubic hair would get and how big his dick would get.  I
kept comparing him to his big brother.  He asked me if Kevin was that small
when he was his age.  I told him that I never saw Kevin naked before he had
pubic hair.  I also made a point of saying that his dick was not small at
all.  I think that was the right thing to say.

I was working at moving him around on my body so that I got him to rub on my
dick.  I wanted to shoot by using his body to stroke me. His butt crack
surrounded my dick and I could feel his mashing into my body.  I'm not sure
how long we were in the water but when we looked at our hands, they were
nothing but a bunch of wrinkles.  We needed to get out.  As we got out,
Craig ran over to the filter.  He came back showing me the joints he had
lifted.  He asked me if I wanted to see something really cool.

We had to go get matches in the house.  He could have gone alone but he told
me to follow him.  The air conditioning in the house was running high.  It
was freezing.  It felt as cold as sliding naked down a mountain of snow.  I
was shivering and hopping around as Craig looked for matches.  It was
exciting enough to run around somebody else's kitchen and living room
without a bit of clothes on, but the cold was making my nipples poke out and
get hard as a rock.

Craig told me to get on the chaise lounge while he got the joint lit up.  It
may not have been the first time he lit a match but I was sure it was the
first time he tried to light any kind of smoke.  He did get it lit.  He was
working to keep it lit when he stood over me.  One of the seeds popped and
sent an ember onto my pubic hair.  I felt it singe my skin and a few of my
hairs.

Then Craig straddled me.  He sat down on my belly.  Then he took a big drag.
  As he was holding it, he looked at me and mumbled something.  He had to
let it out and then he told me to open my mouth.  He took another drag and
then leaned over on me.  He put his mouth squarely on mine and then exhaled.
  I inhaled his smoke.  That was one thing that amazed me.  It was really
how his mouth felt on mine.  It was hotter, softer, and sweeter than I could
have ever imagined.  Our tongues had even touched a little bit and that sent
shivers through my body.  Our lips meeting was a wonderful feeling.  So was
the contact of his body all against mine, our chests and bellies were
touching as much as possible.  His dick was pressing just below my belly
button.  My own dick was flailing in the night air.  I could feel it
twitching and I tried to help it lean up and touch some part of his body.  I
felt only the slightest touch of some part of him.  I was almost overwhelmed
by the feeling of his body on mine.

We did laugh about the exchange of smoke.  He did tell me that if I started
with empty lungs, it would work better.  So, we tried it again.  This time I
definitely felt my lungs fill as his chest deflated.  I felt the smoke go
deep inside of me.  I tried to hold it as long as I possibly could.  I
really felt the effect in my head.  When we quit giggling, he wanted to try
it.  I took the lung full of smoke and he breathed out as he met my lips
with his.  I felt him inhale and start to pull the smoke out of me.  I
breathed out slowly and firmly and felt his lungs reach capacity.  I let the
rest out and then giggled at the feeling.  Just when he was about to blow it
out, I opened my mouth and pointed to it.  He had just started to blow back
in when I felt like a mini orgasm.  It was just two twitches deep under my
balls.  I thought I was starting to shoot.  I managed to reach my hand down
there and I did feel a few drops of slippery liquid.  There wasn't anywhere
near my usual volume of cum.

My hand traced up from my dick to Craig's leg and then along his butt.
Craig got very still and looked me right in the eye.  He smiled a little as
he was watching my face.  My hand stayed on his butt, it was so smooth and
he was clenching it.  I pulled his butt towards me and it did grind his dick
into me a little more.  Craig shook his butt from side to side and it caused
his dick to rub in my pubic hair.  He said something again about wanting to
get his own pubic hair.

Just when I was trying to think what I was going to do, Craig bounced up.
He knocked a little wind out of me.  I felt a chill where his body lifted
off of me.  He giggled and then really got talking.  He did go secure the
other joint, he really wanted to smoke it then.  I knew it was not all that
good of an idea.  I was pretty high and he was plenty high enough.  I was
sure he couldn't feel much better. We did know we had to get to bed.  I had
been tempted to falling asleep out by the pool, and I might have if Craig
hadn't of gotten up right when he did.

We went to Kevin's bedroom first, where I was supposed to sleep with him.
Craig turned on the light and we saw Kevin spread out on the entire bed.  He
was still in his jock, he wasn't kidding about how much he liked it.  He was
face down, arms and legs spread out.  His feet were hanging off the side and
end of the bed.  His butt crack was facing us.  We could see the wet spot on
the sheets coming from the wet jock.  He wasn't moving at all.  We probably
should have suspected that he may have died right there but we just laughed
about it.

Craig started hunting for something in the room and I started looking
around.  It was as messy as mine.  While I had stayed with Kevin before, it
was always with notice and that allowed Kevin to clean up, plus Kevin had
gotten deeper into being a teenager and the room transformation was in full
force.  It was still so contrary to his appearance.  He was almost always in
his school uniform, starched button down shirt and either dark or khaki
pants.  He even had a tie on as a kid.  His hair always looked good, even
thought it was like he hadn't combed it in hours.

Craig found a little bottle.  I thought it was a bottle of Elmer's glue.  He
shook it up and moved beside Kevin's bed.  I figured he was about to glue
Kevin's butthole shut.  He took a big finger full of the goo and with the
other hand pulled back one of Kevin's butt cheeks.  He spread the goo all
around Kevin's hole and wiped it all around.  Kevin did moan a little and
even smacked him lips like he was enjoying eating something.  Craig grabbed
the flashlight from the dresser and pointed it right at the spot, getting it
close up and right between the crack.  I laughed, thinking that the
flashlight was nothing more than a spotlight for the work that Kevin had
just done.  But Craig got up, turned off the flashlight, turned out the
light.  I looked back at Kevin's butt and it was glowing!  At first all I
saw was the little round spot glowing.  Then my eyes adjusted and I could
see his butt and legs.  I got laughing so hard that I thought I was going to
pee.  I even had to grab and pinch my dick to keep from peeing.  Kevin
started to move and wake up from us laughing so Craig and I ran out of
there.  We did have to go back in and take a few more looks.

I couldn't hold it any longer and I did have to pee.  I went in to Craig's
bathroom.  I peed as he hopped up on the counter by the sink. We were
laughing and making jokes about what he just did.  I asked him how he
thought of that.  He told me that a couple of weeks earlier he and Kevin had
friends stay over while their parents went out.  The friends were brothers
as well.  They were in the same private school with them.  Craig and his
friend went to sleep and sometime in the middle of the night, Kevin and the
other boy went in an pulled down their underwear.  They smeared the
glow-in-the-dark goo on Craig's dick and on his friend's butthole.  (Kevin
did tell me about it a few weeks later, he made it sound a lot funnier.)
After breakfast, Kevin and his friend got their little brothers to go into
the laundry room.  They told Craig to show them all his dick.  The
flashlight did get it glowing.  Kevin said they had been wondering what the
boys had been doing so they put the glow-in-the-dark goo in Kevin's
underwear.  Then they wanted to check where he put his dick.  Craig's hands
glowed too.  And they saw some on his friend's mouth, that was an added
bonus, Kevin later said.  Then they pulled down the boy's underwear and let
the flashlight energize his hole.  Supposedly the glow on the boy's hole was
proof that they had been buttfucking.

Kevin and his friend should have washed their hands after they did that.
Craig and his friend spotted their hands glowing, especially their pointer
fingers.  They really couldn't deny the truth and they started laughing too
hard to say otherwise.

It was like all of a sudden that I realized that I was naked.  I was looking
at Craig, sitting on the counter, his feet were on the counter as well and
his legs were spread so that I could see all of his dick and balls.  He was
hard, all three inches of a hairless dick.  His balls were a little more
than a tight little pouch, they did hang a little bit.  I could tell that he
had been doing some skinny dipping during the day.  While he had the
distinctive lack of tan where his suit covered, it was slightly tan.  And so
was his dick and balls.

I looked at myself in the mirror.  Where my suit covered was extremely
white.  It just really made my dark pubic hair show up that much more.  I
was about three-quarters hard, and it seemed like I blinked and I was
completely hard.  I liked looking at me in the mirror at the same time
looking at Craig.

Craig asked me if I had hair on my balls. He said a lot of boys had hair all
over their balls.  Kevin did have a lot, especially compared to mine.  I
told Craig I knew that Kevin did and asked him if that is who he was talking
about.  He said him and their father.  Craig explained that you couldn't
even see his dad's dick because of all the hair.  And when he would swim
under his father's legs, he couldn't see any balls, just hair.  I asked him
if he could see his mother's balls when he swam under her legs.  We both
thought we were both so funny when he said "Nope, just hair."

I had walked up and got right in front of Craig.  We didn't say anything for
several minutes.  My hand felt his tiny little nipples.  They were barely
visible.  His tan was dark and that hid the slight color difference of his
nipples.  They were also just very tiny, a dime would have more than covered
the entire nipple.  Right then, they did stick up and were hard little
bumps. His chest was rising and falling in deep rapid shaky breaths.

My hands moved down and played with his dick.  It was as hard as could be.
Velvety soft skin slid just a little over what felt like a rod of iron.  My
finger ran around the head and when it got right under his head, I could
tell that was a very sensitive and good spot.  He seemed to almost melt when
touched him there.  It took a gentle touch, too much and it was like
touching the rest of his dick.  A gentle rub or scratch would cause Craig to
stop breathing, his body go rigid and quiver from his toes to his ears. I
would move my finger off and play with his balls.  It gave him a chance to
breathe and it seemed to make it even a little more intense when I would put
my finger back on that spot.  The third time I had my finger playing there,
I felt a little drop of fluid come out of his dick.  I just used it as lube
to rub that spot.

While I was giving him a break and had my fingers wrapped around his balls,
he came out of his trance a little bit.  He asked if he could see my balls.
I lifted them up and flopped them on the counter.  I had my own clear liquid
from my dick, it made a line from the counter to my dick.  I leaned back a
little while Craig examined my balls.  He did find the few long hairs that
did grow from my balls.  He lifted my balls, squeezed them, rolled them one
at a time, compared them, stretched my scrotum out, and all sorts of play
with my balls.  I did laugh at the way he thought my dick was getting in his
way.  Nobody, not even me, had played with my balls that much to the
exclusion of my dick.

Craig asked me about when I thought he would start getting hair.  He was
also comparing the size of our balls.  My balls had to have been about 8
times the size of his.  My dick was only about twice as long, so it made us
wonder about that.  Craig was almost babbling about how his dick and balls
were going to grow and how his hair was going to come in and how his dick
was going to still show and not get hidden by his hair and how he liked my
balls without hair.  I told him I remembered seeing some hair above his dick
the last time we messed around.  He asked me if I could still see them.  I
know I wasn't focusing enough to really see but I went looking for them.

He let loose of my balls and I pulled them off the counter.  Craig scooted
his butt up, leaned back against the mirror and made sure I had plenty of
room to look at his dick.  I put my head right down in between his legs and
looked.  I think I could see some real light fuzz above his dick and on his
balls as well.  I just had to go back and start rubbing that good spot under
the head of his dick.  That shut Craig up, he couldn't even speak.  I
figured that if I could do that to him with just my fingers, I would really
try it with my tongue.  I held on to his balls and lowered my face right
down there.  I was flicking my tongue back and forth and getting closer to
the tip of his dick.  My tongue hit his dick and flicked it about 3 times.
I felt his balls suck inside of his body and his whole body lifted up off
the counter.

I really got after it then.  I kept flicking my tongue right under the tip.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me towards him.  I smelled good clean skin and
the chlorine from the pool water.  I didn't expect that hot musky thick
taste when I took his entire dick into my mouth.  It was a great taste.  I
wanted to taste even more and pulled his balls into my mouth as well.  I
ignored the sensitive spot on his dick and just tongued and sucked it all
over in my mouth.  Craig's legs clamped down on my ears, his hands were
pulling my head in tighter.  I went back to working on his dickhead.  My
bottom lip and tongue played with that spot.  Craig was wiggling and
squirming all over.

He started holding his breath and releasing it in quick short bursts.  His
legs began to shake.  Then his balls went completely up into his body.  Then
he twitched his whole body, then another, and followed by three more.  I
knew he had just cum.  I could taste only the slight bit of the taste of cum
but it was really a dry orgasm.

I lifted up and his tanned face had turned red.  He wrapped his arms around
my neck and hugged me tight.  He kept telling me that he loved it when I did
that to him.  I felt like I was having an orgasm myself.  I knew I was
shooting cum but there were twitches happening between my legs.  My hands
were rubbing his back and went down to his butt.  Each hand had a butt cheek
in it and I was squeezing and massaging them.  That worked into a lift,
Craig's legs wrapped around me and I pulled his body against mine.  I could
definitely feel the heat from his dick, it was hotter than the rest of his
body.

Craig told me he was feeling dizzy and wanted me to carry him to bed.  He
said he was going to pass out.  I looked at us in the mirror and it was so
cool to see him attached to me and my dick pointing straight out.  I also
had so much precum that it was a solid string from my dick all the way to
the floor, and the floor even had a little puddle.

We laid down on his bed.  He didn't move for several minutes.  I leaned up
on an elbow and just looked all over his body.  My hand was slowly stroking
my dick.  I had every intention of getting up and going into the bathroom
and jerk hard.  I knew I wasn't going to last long before I exploded.  I was
really looking at Craig's limp dick.  It was still as long as when he was
hard but as soft and limp as I had ever seen it.  It was pointed up on his
belly, with a little curl towards me.  I took my hand off my own dick a
couple of times just to lift his dick up and feel how limp it really was.
In my state of mine, a limp dick just seemed so odd.

I couldn't stand it any more and I started jerking for real.  The shaking of
the bed rejuvenated Craig and he put his hand on top of mine and helped me
jerk.  I sure didn't mind the help and I was pretty quick to let go.
Craig's hand stroking me felt so different from my hand.  I was loving the
feeling and I did try too keep from shooting.  I had been horny and hard for
so long that I couldn't fight it for long.  I gave no warning, I just
started shooting.  It might have been the biggest volume of cum that I had
ever made.  I think I had nine big globs squirt out and Craig was still
milking out more for several more globs.  I did reach down and feel it.  I
had cum in my belly button and it felt like a continuous pool all the way
down through my hair and to my dick.  Now, I felt like I was going to pass
out.

I did fall asleep for a little bit and then really had to pee again.  I got
up and Craig was up with me.  We did stand hip to hip and peed.  I told him
that I needed to go to bed, meaning with Kevin, where I was supposed to be
sleeping.  He told me to wait a second and he ran to Kevin's room.  I wiped
my still wet pubic hair on a bath towel as I waited.  Then Craig told me to
follow.  We walked in the dark hallway and into Kevin's room.  We were again
welcomed by the bright little butthole glowing in the night.  There were
also lines light that came from his hole.  It was obvious that Kevin had
reached back and scratched his butthole and spread the goo.

Kevin hadn't moved anything else.  He was still spread-eagle on the bed.
The only room for me was about half on opposite corners of the bed.  I was
going to just push Kevin out of the way but that still meant I was going to
sleep in a wet spot that his wet jock had left.  Craig told me to just leave
him alone and come sleep with him.  We went back to his bed.  It had its own
wet spot, I was pretty sure it was my own cum.  We got his bed straightened
out and I got comfortable.  Then Craig crawled up right next to me.  I
reached around him and got him in a hug.  When the sheet settled down on top
of us, it all felt right.

We did joke a little more about Kevin's glow-hole.  Then I had a thought.  I
asked Craig if he would have done the same thing to me, to put the
glow-in-the-dark goo on my dick.  He nodded his head and laughed.  I was
feeling so comfortable holding him in my arms that I quickly fell asleep.

I know we had been asleep for at least a while, my buzz was wearing off.  I
felt a very strange feeling between my legs.  I had forgotten that I was
sleeping with Craig but quickly realized it when I felt him pressing up
against me.  I figured out what he was doing between my legs.  He couldn't
stroke me with as close as we were laying, so he was just moving his fingers
like he was playing a guitar.  I rolled on my back and let my legs fall
apart.  Craig started to stroke me.  I was completely hard again.

Craig twisted and leaned on my chest and told me "You did me, now I've got
to do you."  And he went right back down to my dick.  He grabbed it and
shook it to get it even harder.  Then he swallowed it.  I felt his mouth
covering my entire dick.  I really didn't expect that at all.  My legs flew
off the bed, one hand grabbed sheets and the other squeezed Craig's leg.  I
was cussing and praying at the same time.  Craig was sliding his head up and
down my dick and stopping to flick his tongue on that same spot that I
worked on him.

My hand reached out and found his butt cheek.  I was rubbing it as he was
sucking me.  I was squirming around and loving the feeling.  My fingers
could just barely touch the underside of his balls.  Craig moved his butt
over so that I could really play with his dick and balls.  He had his knees
under him and was bent over sucking me.  That exposed not only the back side
of his balls but also his little butt hole.  It was not at all what I
thought it would feel like, it was soft, hot and spongy.  I didn't dare even
try to push a finger inside of it but I did run my finger over it.  When I
touched his hole, dick or balls, it made a difference how he sucked my dick.

I laid back, closed my eyes, played with his bottom end, and just enjoyed
his mouth on my dick.  One of his hands was holding and playing with my
balls, the other kept pulling on my hair.  The cum built up quick.  I
grabbed a handful of his butt and told him I was going to shoot.  He pulled
his face away and stroked me fast.  I could hear the stroking get that wet
sound and then I was shooting.  Craig kept stroking fast as I was shooting
and that made the cum fly.  I warned Craig when I was about to shoot so it
wouldn't go in his mouth but then a glob of it flew up and hit me on the
mouth.  I didn't even think about it, I stuck my tongue out and wiped it off
my mouth.  It was the first time I ever tasted my own cum.  I kept it my
secret for years.

Craig did join me at the pillow.  He put his hand on my chest, I could feel
that it was wet with my cum.  He told me that my heart was going out of
control.  I thought I was entitled to that for my first real blow job.  He
pulled the sheet over us and I fell asleep.

It was very bright outside when I woke up again.  I heard their mother
yelling from the living room and Craig yelling back.  She said she was going
shopping and that it was time that we finally got up and do something.  She
wanted us to go get on our bikes or go swimming, just something.  Craig
agreed and in a few seconds we heard the door to the garage open and close.
Craig lay back beside me.  He slipped his hand down and grabbed my hard-on.
I felt a little wrong about that.  Then he looked at my face and said "You
kept getting hard all night long."  He went on to tell me that I had about
six different hard-ons while I was sleeping.

I could tell he had a hard-on as well.  My hand was on top of the sheet and
I reached over and gave it a little squeeze.  I asked him how many he had.
He said he didn't know but he thought he had just one the entire night.  I
could have jerked again, I almost always did when I woke up.  I did look at
the clock and I was surprised that it read 1:23!

I did get up then.  I was embarrassed and delighted to find that we were
both still naked.  I never slept naked at home and it was a little more
thrilling to do it in somebody else's house.  I headed for the toilet and
did my trick of pissing with a boner.  I leaned over and put my head on the
back wall so that my boner was facing the water.  Once I started to pee in
that position, my hard-on would ease up and I could finish peeing like a
normal person.  Craig thought it was hilarious.

We checked on Kevin.  He was starting to move around.  He knew we were there
and grunted, groaned, and farted as he stretched.  He asked me where I went
to, meaning why didn't I sleep with him.  I told him he didn't leave any
room for me.  Craig pointed the flashlight at his butt and laughed.  Kevin
thought he was making fun of still wearing his jock.  Kevin cussed that he
had fallen asleep in a wet jock, that meant he would have "wrinkly balls".

I was starving.  Craig told me to go with him to the kitchen, I was
reluctant to go naked.  He told me that it would be cool, no one was home.
It was still the middle of the week and his father was at work and his
mother would be gone for a while.  I waited until he got all the way to the
kitchen and then scream at the top of his lungs.  I believed him then and
went on out.  We ate jello right out of the big bowl.  Made brisket
sandwiches from the left over BBQ.  And sucked down a full two-liter bottle
of coke.  Our bellies were about full and poking out when Kevin came walking
out, still in his jock, and scratching underneath it.

He laughed at us running around naked.  He asked what we were doing still
naked.  I was trying to think of what to say when Craig said that we had
left my clothes out by the pool.  That was true.  It wasn't much effort to
go get them from his room but Kevin accepted the explanation.  He said we
were ready to go back and swim.

It was unbelievably hot and humid when we opened the door and stepped
outside.  It only felt right that we had no clothes on.  We each had a big
plastic glass of coke and ice and we set them down in the shade of the tree
by the pool.  Then we all slid into the pool.  This time, Kevin did leave
his jock on the pool's edge.  We moved slow and easy in the water.  The
water was crystal clear and the sun was shining brightly.  Kevin's butt
looked much whiter than Craig's.  It made me ask him how much he skinny
dipped.  That got us talking about how much we all went naked at different
times.  Even though Kevin had heard about Trip and I sliding naked through
the snow, Craig hadn't heard it.  So I had to tell.  They both laughed at
the right places.

And they both got hard, along with me.  We all knew we were pulling on our
dicks under the water.  Kevin asked me if I jerked that morning, he
explained that he just woke up and skipped his jerk session.  I was willing
but a little reluctant.  I did listen to Kevin as he told me to sit on the
top step in the pool.  When I did that, about half of my dick rose out of
the water.  His did the same thing.  He started to stroke and at the water
level, there was a lot of splashing.  The last thing I usually wanted to do
was draw attention to the fact that I was jerking.  And it was worse, we
were outside and I wasn't sure how many neighbors could look over the fence.
  Actually, it didn't take too much peer pressure before I was jerking as
well.  And Craig joined in.  His dick didn't break the surface of the water
and his hand was making more waves than splashes.

I looked at Craig than at Kevin.  Kevin had a smile on his face and nodded
at Craig.  He said "He thinks he can jerk off but he can't cum or anything
right now.  Its just practice."

I saw Craig start to say something.  I knew he was going to tell his brother
that he could cum or at least orgasm, all he needed was help from me.  I
looked at him and shook my head.  He just smiled and nodded, and continued
to make waves.

I just couldn't do it with all the splashing, I think it was just too
embarrassing.  Kevin kept at and it and soon he was shooting.  He oozed
several globs right into the water.  He stayed still for a little bit and
then waved his hand in the water and pushed the floating cum toward the
filter.  I stroked and stroked.  I was worried for a little bit that I
wouldn't be able to shoot.  Kevin was sitting back and watching me.  Craig
and really quit stroking and was just holding his dick.  I felt pressured to
shoot.  Then I did feel the cum start to build.  When I started to shoot, I
lifted my dick out of the water and let them see.

We stayed in the water for probably another hour.  Their mother had returned
and put away her groceries.  She came out back to talk to us, we all leaned
against the wall of the pool closest to her.  Kevin and Craig weren't as
bold as they had made it sound.  It sure didn't make me any bolder.  She was
happy that we did get up and outside.  She said that we should get out and
call my mother.  See if they needed me back before dinner or if I should eat
there and then come get me.

Kevin and Craig got out and headed for their rooms.  They looked around at
me, wondering why I wasn't moving.  I was looking all over for my clothes.
I barely remember it but I knew I left my clothes outside when we got in the
pool the night before.  There wasn't even a towel to get wrapped in.  I
explain to them.  Then Craig opened the door and yelled "HEY MOOOOMM!  WHERE
ARE KENNY'S CLOTHES?  HE'S NAKED OUT HERE AND CAN'T GET OUT OF THE POOL!"


His mother did come to the back door.  Craig just cupped his dick and balls
to cover his nakedness.  Kevin stepped to the side and stayed against the
wall.  His mother came out smiling and said "Oh Honey, I put them in the
wash.  They smelled like you boys were crawling around an outhouse.  So, you
boys have been naked all day?  Hmm.  That must feel good on a hot day!"

She came back, the clothes were all folded nicely in a pile.  She laid them
down and explained that she couldn't tell the underwear apart.  So she
brought both mine and a couple of Kevin's out that she also washed.  I got
out and started walking towards the clothes.  Kevin looked at the underwear
and selected the one pair that he knew were mine.  A man knows his own
underwear.  Even though they were the same brand and size, I could tell.  It
might have been the difference in whiteness, or the wear and tear, or maybe
even the faded and washed out skid marks, but we both knew.  I did argue a
little but I just took a pair and the rest of my clothes.

When I did leave, Kevin whispered to me that he had on my underwear and that
he was going to cum in them that night.

I did write another long story here.  I didn't want to break this one up too
much, it would have gotten weird I think.  Ya'll keep telling me that I'm
not boring you, I still hope I'm not.  I do like to hear what you think.
That is one reason I sent in this one and the one right before at the same
time.  So, please please email me.  argosylight@hotmail.com