Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 04:31:41 -0700 From: dakota phillips Subject: Dakota ... Part 11a This story is a work of fiction. Each part builds off the part proceeding it. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains descriptive acts of sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18. Read at your own risk. Otherwise, enjoy! ------------------------------------------------ Dakota ... Part 11a ------------------------------------------------ I don't know, but the next couple of days really got away from me. Mom was constantly needing my help at her office. Rio could be a help, but he was not as strong. So, several days had passed where my only sexual release came from my right hand and my tube. The weekend finally had come, and I decided to go scope things out at the skate park. It was midmorning when I arrived. Already there were numerous boys tricking their boards. It was a warm morning, so most of the boys there were shirtless. You ever just watch someone and get excited as your mind raced, imagining them and you together? More than one time I had to cross my legs to hide my wood. About thirty minutes into my stay, I spotted Austin. He was wearing no shirt (!) and a pair of cut off jean shorts that sagged halfway down his firm, round ass. I could see he was wearing bright orange boxers. His fair skin glistened with perspiration. He had a medallion of sorts around his neck. He was wearing hightops and black socks. Not much time went by before he spotted me. He nodded his head to me. His auburn hair, parted in the middle, dangled over his right eye. I waved back. He pushed his board over to me, kicking it up as he approached. "Hey ... " he hesitated. "Dakota," I reminded him. "How'r you, Austin ... or Ollie?" "Whoa," he said, surprised. "You remember my name!" He looked at me oddly. He pulled out a water bottle and drank deeply. As he held the bottle up I examined his chest and pits ... hairless. He had tiny nipples. I could see some freckles on his shoulders. He put the bottle down, looking at me again. "You just like watching?" Austin asked. "I'd skate, but I'm not really good ... at this, at least." I teased. "I'm sure you could get the hang of it," he encouraged. "Most of us are just here to have fun." "Me too," I said, still teasing. Austin pushed off and went over to grind on a low wall. As I watched, he turned and looked at me. He did a few more tricks and looked at me again, this time as though he had figured something out. I was hoping he caught on. He skated back over to me. He stopped, and was about to say something. But then he picked up his water bottle and drank some more. As he brought the bottle down, he squinted at me. "You're here to have fun, but you're just watching," he began. "What's so fun about sitting here watching a bunch of guys ska ..." The last word was cut short. He looked up at me, knowingly now. A smile crept onto his face. He flipped his head so that the longer hair in front flipped to the sides. He pulled up on his shorts which, when he let go, sagged back half-way down his butt. He hesitated. "You're ... I mean ..." "Yes," I helped, "I am." "You're watching me ..." "Yep." "Because ..." "You're really cute," I said. Austin stepped back and let out a little laugh, a mixture of surprise and disbelief and confusion and possibility. He looked at me again. I smiled at him, allowing him time to deliberate. He sat down and shook his head a little, thinking to himself. A boy called to him from across the park, but he just waved him off. "You want to come over to my house?" Austin asked. "This is so weird." "If you want me to." "I think I do," he said, determined now. Austin grabbed his things and handed me his board. We walked out of the park and down a block in the opposite direction of my house. We made small talk along the way. The usual shit -- favorite bands, sports we like, school stuff, and such. I did learn that he was fifteen and was going to be a sophomore. We approached a large two-story house. I followed him up the stairs and inside. We proceeded to his room which was by itself at the end of the hall. Entering, it was obvious Austin loved everything skateboard. Posters filled his walls, skate magazines piles were here and there, several skateboard and parts were along one wall. He had a single bed, a desk with computer, a dresser with television and video games. Typical. He closed the door. "No one's home for a while, so we got time," Austin informed me. "What do you want to ... you know ... do?" "Whatever you are comfortable with," I said. "Shit," Austin blurted, laughing a bit. "I can't believe I'm doing this." "So, you don't want to ..." I started. "No, no ... I do. I mean, hell Kota, I've never messed around before. I want to. All I have ever done is fap." "I have to admit, messing around is much more fun than fapping." "But," he pondered, "will this mean I'm ... you know." "Maybe. Maybe not. Gay or just horny. Only you'll know that. You'll probably know full well at the end. Sure, there will definitely be the rush of nutting. If that's all there is, you're probably just horny. And that's okay. But, if at the end you felt a closeness with me, something deeper, you may be gay. And that's okay, too." "I mean," Austin said, sitting on the edge of his bed, "I never really wanted to be a girl." "Me neither," I said. "I'm a boy. I have boy-junk. I just happen to like being with other boys. And when I'm with other boys, I'm still a boy, not a girl. And the other boy is still a boy. I suppose if I wanted a girl, I would mess around with girls." "And you're only fourteen. Shit, you seem to have it all figured out." "Nah, I don't. I have spent a lot of time thinking about myself though. I am who I am. Denying it will only cause me problems." Austin smiled at me, a smile of relief and release. I sat next to him. He was vulnerable, unsure, curious. I put my hand on his bare back and rubbed him gently. I ran my hand through his long hair. It was still a little damp from being outside. I pulled him to me. He rested his head on my shoulder, and I held. We sat quietly like that for a while. He finally sat back up. Standing, he unbuttoned his shorts and let them slide to the floor. His orange boxers were tented in the front. I stood up next to him and he lifted my t-shirt over my head. He looked at my bare torso. He then pulled on the clasp that held my shorts together. Freeing it, he let my shorts slip down my legs. Austin looked at my package. Like him my junk was hard. I stepped out of my shorts and walked to him. A bit nervous, he let me lead. I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his arms. I then felt his thin chest, running my right hand to his bellybutton. I leaned in and kissed his innie. He giggled a little. As I stood, I was only inches from his face. Casting aside caution, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He pulled back abruptly, looking at me, unsure. I held still, looking deep into his beautiful eyes. He smiled at me, putting his hands on my bare shoulders. He pulled me down to the bed, leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips. "That was kind of weird," he said, as he pulled back. "But nice," I said affectionately. "Yeah." We both leaned back on the bed and rolled into an embrace, our lips pressing hard against one another. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue forward. His lips opened and his tongue met mine. For next several days (okay several minutes, actually) our tongues wrestled against all doubts and worries. Our hands rubbed along the other's arms and chest and tummy and butt. Austin then leaned back, and laid on his back, his head on a pillow. I rested my head on his flat tummy, looking up at him. He ran his hand through my hair, tracing the curves of my right ear. I scooted down a bit and kissed his hard tool beneath the cloth of his boxers. Moving up, my tongue swirled in his bellybutton. He lifted his ass off the bed, prompting my to remove his boxers. Soon they were in a pile with his pants. Austin package was sweet. His 5", slender dick flopped hard against his tummy. To medium-size balls were pulled up in his hairless ballsac. A small bush of dark hair grew above his member. Hair had begun growing on his ballsac also. I leaned forward and licked his balls, working my tongue the length of his dick. He then followed my example and reached for my boxers. He pushed them down my legs. His eyes were mesmerized by my boy-tool. His hand reached forward and gently wrapped around my dick. He rubbed his hand up and down its length a few times. Nervously, he leaned forward and licked my dick as he had seen me just do. And then he allowed about half of it to slide into his mouth. Damn! "This is way hot," he said, moving his head away, looking at me. "Austin," I said. "You're really hot." With an appreciating smile, he turned his head back to my dick. He lowered his mouth back onto it, allowing most of its six inches to penetrate his mouth. His head bobbed slowly up and down. My hands ran through his hair lovingly. He continued this slow attention to my dick, stopping every now and then when his gag-reflex would jump. "Am I doing okay?" he asked. "Very nice!" With that he continued. His lips tightly embraced my tool. In the next few minutes, I began helping the tempo by moving his head a little faster. I began to moan aloud with pleasure. I knew I was getting real close to nutting. My breathing quickened. My body was electric. "I'm about to nut, Austin," I warned. He continued for a few more seconds and then allowed my dick to pop from his mouth. He continued working my rod with his hand, pumping furiously. My eyes were closed tightly as my body tightened, my dick beginning to spasm. A string of nut shot upward. Then another. And another. Several puddles of cum spotted my hairless, flat tummy. I struggled to catch my breath. "Fuck, Austin," I gasped. "That was fine!" He smiled and crawled close to me, his hand running along my belly and chest. "You ever eat your own nut," he asked. "Of course. And other's, too." He scooped some off my tummy and brought it to my mouth. I opened freely and licked my nut off of his fingers. He smiled at me. I then scooped some and brought it to his mouth. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth and allowed my finger run across his tongue. He closed his lips around my finger as I slid it out, depositing the nut. "Not bad," he said. "I like mine better." "My turn," he said. "Nope." "Hey, wait! That's not fair." "I'm giving you something better. You ready to lose your virginity?" He looked at me curiously. I rolled over onto my tummy, and rubbed my firm, young ass cheeks with my hands. I looked back at him. He seemed unsure at first, but that quickly changed to eagerness. I instructed him to get some lube. He rolled off the bed and ran over to his dresser. It was so hot watching his dick flop up and down as he trotted around the room. He came back quickly with the jar. I had positioned myself so that I was now laying on my back. He slicked his tool with a generous amount of grease. I then pulled my legs up giving him a clear view of my hairless, pink hole. He looked up at me as if to make sure this was really going to happen. I smiled at him, spreading my legs a bit. He moved in and pressed his dick against my pucker. He pushed forward pretty hard, because his dick rammed into my pussy about half its length. I sucked in from the quick pain this brought. He looked at me apologetically. I calmly asked him to take his time. He obliged. Resting my legs on his shoulders, Austin leaned forward, sinking his dick completely in my warm ass. My boy hole wrapped tightly around his rod. He had the sexiest smile on his face. He looked into my eyes. We began kissing, as his hips began to rock back and forward. In his nervousness, he pulled back a bit too far a few times, his dick popping out of my hole. He quickly recovered and was focused once again. "You're so fucking tight, Kota," he said lustfully, gasping for air. "Yes," I moaned. "Fuck me, Austin." He planted his lips back on mine, his tongue probing deeply down my throat. Small droplets of sweat fell from the tips of his hair onto my face. I could feel his warm dick slide into my hole and back again. With each forward thrust, I pulled him to me, clenching his ass. His hips were bucking faster now. I knew he was nearing. "I'm ... ah, shit ... I'm about ..." I pulled his hips forward, his rod burying deep into my boypussy. I could feel every inch of his dick pulsing, and then the warm nut fill my ass. He collapsed on top of me, breathless. I could hear his breathing, heavy and deep. His heart beat wildly in his chest. He turned his head and looked my in the eyes. "No one will no right?" he asked, resting his head next to mine, his hard dick still planted in my ass. "This is between us," I re-assured. "Well," came a voice behind us, "not quite just you." (TO BE CONTINUED)