Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2005 11:10:41 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Even Straight Boys do It Once again, no truth to this story insofar as, other than my own personal boyhood experiences, I don't personal knowledge about other boys. The studies are clear though, that a majority of teenage boys have at least one same sex experience before reaching adulthood, most have more than one and many have ongoing relationships that vary in intensity and variety. It's a normal and accepted part of being a teenage boy. So, the usual platitudes about age and things still apply. That being said, enjoy. Hugs Tag_m Let me start by saying, I'm not gay or even bi-sexual. Of that I'm very sure. I don't think I ever was gay because you don't change gay and straight like underwear; briefs one day and boxers the next then back to briefs. I don't think about guys when I masturbate and haven't since that brief period of time when I was between my thirteenth and fifteenth years. I only think of women, women with big fucking tits. Damn I love big tits. I don't think about having sex with guys. I don't see guys naked in my gym shower and think about having sex with them. I can appreciate their bodies, that is, when they're toned and ripped. I can even appreciate a nice cock when I see one, admitting to myself and only myself that its nice looking; long or thick or whatever. But when I see those things, bodies or cocks, I don't have any desire to be with them, to hold or kiss or suck or fuck. It's simply an appreciation of how they look from an esthetic standpoint, a mental comparison with what I have. Like an Escalade; I think they're nice looking but I don't want one and wouldn't buy one and if you gave one to me I'd trade it in on something I do like, something I do want. So, if that part is clear, let me move on to the purpose of this story. I've done a fair amount of thinking about it over the years although now that I'm pushing fifty I don't think about it as much as I used to. And now that I'm a professor of psychology at a major university, when I do think about what happened, I do so with fondness and acceptance that it was a normal part of adolescent growth, that we weren't alone in how we felt or what we did. Since time immemorial and in almost every culture in the world, boys have had similar types of experiences, and I kept that firmly in mind when I accidentally walked in and caught my thirteen-year old son and his best friend, lying fully naked, side by side with each other's hard young cock deep down their throats. I left the room immediately, and later, when they sheepishly approached me, clearly embarrassed to tears, I explained to both of them that what they were doing was okay. They were okay and that such boy play was normal. Of course they both pleaded that they weren't gay and I agreed with them that most likely they weren't and that I wouldn't have mattered if they were. I then asked them both about their masturbatory fantasies, which they shared with red faces and for the most part, cocks weren't part of their dreams. I assured them both that same sex play was a normal part of being a teenage boy and not to worry about it at all that they'd most likely grow out of it in time. The conversation ended on a high note although I asked Terrin to use a little more discretion when he and Sam were going to play and not use the family room, at least in the middle of the day. So. On to my story, which remains very clear even to this day. Alex and I had known each other since we were five years old. We met at the neighborhood day care where our working mothers deposited us each day. We became friends almost immediately, gravitating toward each other every day as soon as the other one showed up. We soon discovered that we lived a few blocks apart so of course we both continually begged our parents to let us go the other's house to play. By the time we were seven and accomplished bicycle riders, knew our quiet neighborhood pretty well, and had displayed a good sense of judgment, we were allowed to come and go to each other's homes with regularity. And we did so with regularity. Whenever we were having difficulty with a frazzled parent at one house they would always tell us to go the other boys house. The severest restriction for either of us was not being able to see each other outside of school. We were in the same class all through elementary school and teachers generally learned early to keep us at least three rows apart, any teacher not grasping that concept was destined for difficulty. Once we hit middle school, still called junior high then, it was more difficult to be in all of the same classes together although we always managed one or two. On weekends, from the age of six, we almost always spent at least one night at one or the other's house and if it was Saturday then we did the obligatory Saturday night bath together. We'd play and goof, with a total lack of self-consciousness about our nudity. Sometimes we would look at each others "ding a ling", sometimes we would compare them, and sometimes we'd get hard but we never did anything about it, never had an urge to suck or even touch each other. It was just no big deal. By the age of ten mutual bathing went by the wayside, being replaced by showers once our parents decided that we were fairly safe from slipping and killing ourselves. Often when we slept overnight, we would wrestle and play in bed and it seemed like we always fell asleep holding each other, like lovers might, sometimes facing each other and sometimes spooned to each other. Somehow, in middle school we never had the same PE classes so never saw each other naked. We both started puberty within months of each other, around twelve and half, and proudly announced to each other when the long awaited hair began to sprout. Once we even made a bet as to who had the most and tugged the front of our pants down just enough to show the fuzz. I won by a hair and I do mean a hair cuz we counted them. We also joked and bragged about who had the biggest cock but never got to where we were eager to show one another in order to resolve the debate. Of course we talked frequently about girls. Alex and I were best friends after all so felt safe in asking each other questions, venturing guesses about anatomy, teaching each other slang or technical terms, and offering up dreams about what we'd like to do to which girl, which was limited to sucking and feeling tits and of course fucking. We discussed jacking off as well although not with any real detail. We each admitted to the other that we did it but pretty much left it at that unless one or the other of us had some new technique or had a spectacular cum shot. Aside from that I had no clue as to any of my friend Alex's jack off practices. We knew other boys who'd played around with each other, some of them even playing the limp bizkit game where a group of boys jack off together, squirting their sperm into a glass and the last one to cum has to drink all the other boy's cum and is called the limp bizkit. While we admitted one night, in the darkness of my bedroom, that we'd each tasted our own cum, neither of us had any desire to drink another boy's sperm or go through the ritual of a circle jerk. We didn't view it as gay or anything, we just didn't feel the urge to do it. I'm not sure just when I had my first inkling, or desire, or curiosity of doing something with Alex, the "doing something" not even having a definition. It seems like it just sort of happened. We had both seen each other plenty of times, usually in the morning, with our underwear pushed out from our hard young cocks. We each had been aware on a few occasions of each other's hard cock through our clothes when we wrestled, neither of us saying anything about it but just treating it as a natural occurrence. And somehow, through all of that, we'd never even been in the bathroom together pissing at the same time. At almost fourteen I thought that a little strange somehow. Here, I'd seen tons of other boy's cocks in gym class or even sometimes when I spent the night at someone else's house. I'd stood next to tons of boys at the urinals, those long aluminum trough things that offered no privacy what so ever, no matter which way you turned, but never once had I seen Alex's cock after the age of nine or so. I began to wonder what my friend looked like down there. Was he as big as I was or bigger than my own six and half inches? Did he have lots of hair or was he like me and had more of a small neat patch at the base of his cock? I knew that he was circumcised, just like I was, but I'd seen enough cock heads to know there were different shapes and I wondered just what his looked like. I was curious about how big his balls were; did they hang side by side like some boys or one lower that the other. Did they hang far down or were they more close to his body. I was curious whether he had hairs growing on them or not and if he did was it a bush like some of the boys in my PE classes. I wondered what technique he used most often for beating off, did he ever use a sock on his cock so he wouldn't have to clean up the mess. I wondered if he ever fucked his pillow like I did about once a month, pretending it was some girl's cunt. I really wondered how much cum he made and how far he shot it. And almost more than anything, I wondered if Alex was curious about me, for some reason hoping that he was but at the same time doubting that he was. Once when we were wrestling and he was lying on top of me, our faces were really close together and I looked at his lips, so smooth and pink looking. I really had an urge to kiss him, wondering what it would feel like. I think he was feeling something like I was cuz we both stopped moving for just a second while our eyes locked onto each other. I got hard thinking about it and had to toss him off before he discovered my body's traitorous reaction, but not before I felt his. As we got older and our bodies became sexually mature our tendency to sleep hugging up to each other took on a different meaning. We didn't go to sleep hugging like when we were young but I woke up frequently to find myself hugging Alex or him hugging me. More often than not we were spooned together, one's front to the other one's back and invariable we had a hard cock pressed against our butts. While we never mentioned it to each other, I felt a thrill when I felt Alex's hard prick pushed against me and would push gently backwards into him. On more than one occasion I was sure that he was awake, at least awake enough to know what he was doing cuz I felt him push, then back off, and push again as though he were fucking me. Likely as not the one behind had his arm draped over the other one's waist, hand lying, if not on the other one's cock, then pretty close, the other one's cock generally hard as well. I don't know if Alex peeked at me when we slept but I sure peeked at him if I woke up enough to care to look. Sometimes the sheets were kicked off cuz it was so warm, other times I'd pull them down, especially when he was sleeping on his back. More than once I felt his hard cock as it pressed against the thin cotton fabric of his briefs. He looked pretty big in there. Sometimes his briefs hung loose on him, the leg opening stretched out so that I could peek inside, getting a small glimpse of one of his balls, resting gently there while it silently made sperm. This was a time before the big boxer craze and most boys wore briefs. Had we worn them, I surely would have peeked up one of the legs. The passive stuff, the hugging in sleep and the hand accidentally draped across his cock had been going on for a year or so and like I said, how much he was aware of it, whether it was him or me doing it, I don't know. The more conscious stuff had been going on for less, maybe three months, although my feelings and curiosities had been there for much longer. I had known that I loved Alex for some time. There were times when I was with him or thought about him that my belly got all a tingle. Sometimes my cock got hard just thinking about him. I wondered about that but not too much. We were best friends; I'd known him almost all my life. That was all. It wasn't like I thought about other boys like that cuz I didn't. It wasn't like I wondered all that much about what other boys looked like naked, cuz I didn't, even though I'd steal looks in the showers, just like every other boy. It was just Alex that I thought about so I pretty much figured it wasn't a gay thing; that I was a normal boy cuz I beat off thinking about girls most of the time. Most of the time. The other times I beat off thinking about Alex and doing stuff with him. By that time "doing stuff" was defined as beating off together or maybe even sucking on each other's cock, sucking being the act of choice for most boys. I had jacked off thinking about doing stuff with him for a good six months before we both discovered that we were essentially having the same kind of feelings and thoughts about each other. How it started, how we found out that we were thinking the same stuff was this. We'd had a discussion about how we looked to each other; each of us saying that we thought the other was cuter. We had stood next to each other in front of the full length mirror that was attached to the back of the door to my room. We were wearing cut off's cuz it was warm and we'd been out doing yard work. So there we were comparing our bodies. I was a little bit taller than Alex but not by much, at five foot five. We weighed less than five pounds from each other; around one twenty. Where Alex had almost platinum blonde hair, mine was a more curly dark brown and by curls I mean bigger ones, not like a black person's hair or pubes, and like many boys of the late sixties and early seventies we wore it somewhat long. My eyes were hazel to his blue; we both had thick brows and long lashes. Both of our faces were totally clear of blemishes although I had a few freckles by my nose during the hotter summer months. Our bodies were about the same and if you took away the faces it might be hard to tell who's was whose as both of us were slender and flat bellied, the slope from lower belly into pubic bone a gentle graduation as it disappeared into the waistband of our underwear and jeans. My nipples were a little larger than his and he pointed that out as he gently moved one around with his fingertip. The thing got hard almost instantly which was a surprise to both of us and prompted me to do the same thing to Alex. He did his other one and we discovered that they got harder a hell of a lot faster when someone else played with them. "Fuck that feels good don't you think Chris?" he asked. I agreed that it did indeed and the continued experiment seemed to cause a reaction much lower, my cock seeming to respond to the situation as well and in turn causing the butterflies to get loose in my belly again. "Fuck that's weird Alex," I said, "it's making my dick hard too." "Really?" Alex responded quietly. "Me too." We both looked down in the mirror and even with jeans on it wasn't difficult to see that indeed we were both on our way to full on chubbies. "So," Alex said after a moment of us both staring then rubbing at the front of our expanding jeans to rearrange things, "we're almost the same everywhere else. What about down there?" "I know," I said, my voice almost cracking from the tension in my body and in the air. "I wonder about that too." "You do?" he said and I nodded my head. We were both actively rubbing on the fronts of our jean and without saying anything, we both started to unbutton. Alex slipped his hand into his jeans and fondled around. "Fuck man I'm so fucking hard," he said, his voice very quiet and filled with as much tension as mine. I reached in and grasped my own rigid cock and agreed with him, that I was stone fucking hard myself. We stood there a moment, squeezing and loving our stiff teenage dicks, our breathing becoming faster, the butterflies, at least in my belly, going berserk. "This is so fucking hot," I thought to myself. "If I jack of right now I'm gonna cum in like two seconds." Boy did I want to cum. I couldn't remember having wanting to cum so fucking badly as I did at that moment and I could see that Alex felt the same way. He took his hand from inside his jeans and put it to his waist to unsnap them. "Oh man, I gotta cum. I can't stand this," he whispered. I could only nod my head. "ALEX," we hard my mom yell from down the hall, "your dad's here." "Fuck," we both said at the same time. We zipped up, pulled t-shirts on to cover our thickened boyhood charms and I walked him to the front door and said goodbye saying I'd call him later. I ran back to my room, locked the door and almost ripped my clothes off then stood in front of the mirror, my steel hard young cock standing straight up in the air and almost quivering I was so hot. I ran my hands up and down the front of my body, teasing myself until I couldn't stand it any long, the precum almost running out of my cock head like a faucet. I finally grasped onto my cock and stroked it slowly. My other hand first fondled and tugged at my smooth hairless balls, then rubbed my lower belly and eventually found it's way to my nipples. My prediction about cumming quickly came true and after less than a dozen strokes I was there. Unlike an adult, most teenage boys can't always identify the feelings of impending explosion and I was normal in that area. All of a sudden my cock thickened and I shot. Boy did I shoot. The first jet of sperm hit the mirror almost thirty inches away. The second shot was a short one that lobbed out onto the floor but the third one was another blaster that made it to the floor almost at the bottom of my door. My hand was on my chest when I came and instinctively I began rubbing a nipple and discovered that it was hard as stone. It wasn't enough of a surprise to stop my beating off and I continued to stroke, five more jets of sperm exiting my swollen cock head and landing on the floor before things slowed to a dribble. I was so weak from my cumming that I sank to my knees, continuing to milk my cock, coaxing out all the liquid to dribble down over my fingers as another finger continued to explore the stiff little nubbin of flesh on my chest. "That was interesting," I thought. "Have to ask Alex if he knows about that." When we talked on the phone later that night the first thing he said was, "Chris, did you jack off after I left?" I told him I had. "Me too dude, fuck I was so fucking hot I couldn't believe it. I was still hard when I got home and I went straight into my room and beat off. Man, I squirted in about five strokes." My heart was beginning to beat really fast and I could feel my cock hardening again as he told me what he'd done. "I know, me too. And I came so hard dude. It was unreal." He was quiet for a moment then said, "Chris. I never beat off with anybody before but part of my being so hot was thinking we were gonna do it together." I was astounded at his honesty. It sounded like such a gay thing and needless to say any boy hearing him say that would immediately say that it was, probably thinking that it wasn't cause they'd done it too. I was pretty sure I wasn't gay and equally sure that Alex wasn't but here we were, two thirteen year old boys admitting that we got really hot thinking about jacking off with each other. Well, I had admitted it to myself, but not Alex, until my next sentence. "I know Alex, me too. I felt the same way. I can't explain it but man oh man I was so ready to cum. Damn I can't believe your dad had to pick you up at just that time." Alex agreed with me. Then I told him about the nipple thing, it getting super hard when I squirted and he said he hadn't known about that but would check it out as soon as he got off the phone. "Are you hard now. I mean, is talking about this and remember how hot we were making you hard again?" I asked him. He was quiet for a moment and I knew that he was feeling the same things I was. "Yeah Chris, I am. Do you think that makes me gay?" That was a question that we'd go over a lot in the next few weeks. After that we simply wouldn't give a rat's ass if we were or weren't. "Not unless I'm gay too dude," I answered with a chuckle. "You're hard too?" he asked, both of us keeping our voices low so bat eared parents wouldn't hear. I admitted that I was. "That's so awesome man." We hung up and I went straight to my bedroom, took my cutoffs and t- shirt off then lay on my bed. I'd kept my briefs on cuz it was kind of sexy, my hard young cock and balls being confined a little longer. Besides I loved rubbing myself through my underwear, feeling my hard cock and my balls. Sometimes I'd poke my cock through the pee hole and admire it and stroke it, holding my underwear tight to my body and making my cock look bigger and definitely harder. Sometimes I'd tug my balls out of the leg hole or even the pee hole, and look at them or rub on them as they hung there. That night I rubbed myself; sometimes letting my fingers slip down under the waistband as if sneaking up on my pubic hair. I was laying there, doing all that stuff and pretending it was someone else doing it, the unknown someone else eventually morphing in Alex's cute smooth face. I finally got naked and went about the business of beating off, one hand taking care of the stroking and the other one playing with my balls and the beginning of my butt crack, the latter I had recently discovered felt sorta good. It didn't take very long, it rarely did, and I was there. I bucked my slender hips onto the air as I came, my eyes crossing from the intensity of my cumming, and although I wasn't seeing clearly I felt the first jet of sperm splatter against my chin and the rest of them hit all over the place. I eventually dropped my hips and slowed my motion, gently stroking to prolong the feeling. I opened my eyes and saw sperm droplets mixed with some larger globs splashed all over my chest and belly. It had been one of those kinds of cums, the kind where the stuff sprayed out as opposed to the large globs of the stuff that left slashes of white goo, like check marks, on my body. I began to gently massage my swollen cock head, using the oozing cum for lubrication. The tickling feelings were incredibly intense and I had to force myself to continue rubbing and squeezing the head, at least for a little while, all the while wondering why sperm shot out in so many different ways and wondering if Alex had noticed the same thing. The next three days were uneventful; we hung out, rode our bikes, played summer baseball, typical boy stuff in the small town nineteen sixties. I was still curious as all hell about Alex, about the things he said and the things he said he did, just like what I thought and did. But I wasn't about to bring it up, at least not in the light of day. This kind of stuff needed the safety of darkness to discuss. I guessed that Alex must have felt the same way cause he didn't bring it up either. It was that, or, he'd changed his mind about the whole thing and thought it was too queer or something. I sure hoped that wasn't it. There was a place about a mile outside of the town we lived in that we used to bike to once or twice a week or when we wanted some peace and quiet. A small patch of actual grass and moss about the size of my bedroom, it sat high on up on the bank of the river that passed through town. The view was pretty cool cuz you could see down into town or up the river for almost another mile, the river curving out of sight for a moment then curving back into sight before finally disappearing round a bend. It was easy to get to actually but the undergrowth was thick and unless a person was an Indian tracker or something, nobody could get there without making a whole lot of racket. It didn't look like many others went there cuz we didn't really see a whole lot of evidence; a stubbed out cigarette butt or part of a candy wrapper from time to time but not much more than that. Alex and I would lie up there in the sun, doing nothing and often saying nothing and just listening to the sounds. So there we were, our shirts off, lying in the warm mid-afternoon sun. The talking had been done and we were just reveling in the quiet and the doing nothing. "You know what?" Alex said quietly. "No, what?" I responded, not turning my head or opening my eyes. "Remember two weeks ago when you had to go to that thing with your mom and dad?" I said yeah, what about it. "Well, I came up here and laid in the sun. And." He seemed a little tentative then went on in a rush; "I laid out here in just my underwear." I turned my head then. And I opened my eyes. "Really?" How come?" I asked him. He paused for a moment and went on. "I dunno. I guess cuz it was hot, like today. Besides, I wanted to see what it was like." I turned my head back and closed my eyes. "Yeah, what was it like?" He said it was kinda cool. Sort of daring, like. He worried a little bit about somebody seeing him but unless they had binoculars it would be all but impossible because there weren't any open places on the other side of the river until you got way back from the edge. "Cool," was all I said but my brain was a different matter. It had been a daring move, at least for one of us. I wondered if he was going to suggest doing it again when he did just that exact thing. "You wanna try it Chris? It's fun. I mean, I'll do it if you do." I pondered that a moment and said, "Sure, what the heck." I unbuttoned my 501 cut offs and raised my hips up and slid the battered jean down, bringing my knees up to get them off my feet, then balled them up and put them under my head and stretched back Out. Along side of me Alex had done the same thing. We were close enough that, parts of our bare legs touched but neither of us bothered to move. As I lay there with my eyes closed, I was wondering where this might lead. I didn't want to dwell on that for long cuz I was starting to get a little bit hard and knew I'd pop a full on boner if I thought about it and I figured I'd have a hell of a time explaining that one, even to Alex. I needn't have worried. "Oh man," Alex said a moment later in a sort of complaining voice. "What?" I asked, eyes still closed and head facing the almost cloudless blue sky. "The same happened last time too." "What?" I said, a slight exasperation in my voice. "I got a boner." He said it, sounding sort of like "oh I stepped in dog shit." I opened my eyes and looked down and sure enough, his briefs were a whole lot fuller than they should have been, the tubular protrusion pointing in my direction. "That's cool," I told him as a half million butterflies started flying around in my belly and my own cock went hard before the words were even out of my mouth. "On man, you got a boner too Chris," he said, looking down at my own filled up briefs. I nodded my head. We lay back down and I tried to just lie there but, fuck, a boner begs to be touched, squeezed, something. You can't have a hard cock and not do something to it. On the other hand I felt really self conscious about groping and fondling myself right there in the open with my best friend lying there beside me, no matter that his young cock was as hard as mine. And to top it off, I knew that the thing wasn't just going to go away. It was going to stay that way unless one of two things happened. Something would have to happen put my brain somewhere else, and that something would have to be big, like an atomic bomb dropping or something. Or else I was going to have to pay attention to my cock. Those were the only two choices. "You know what Chris?" Alex asked quietly. "What?" I repeated. "Last time. Well. Uumm, well I took my underwear off and laid in the sun naked." "Oh fuck it," I thought to myself. "Yeah? Well if I don't touch my cock really soon I'm gonna fucking go crazy." I told him and with that, I lifted my skinny little ass off the grass and pulled my underwear down and off. In that brief little moment, I knew that we both were going to end up naked, were going to see each other's hard cocks and I knew we were going to jack off. It all came to me in like, a flash. So I did what I did and I did it so fast that Alex just lay there open mouthed, staring my cock, which was proudly raised off of my belly, the smooth head pointing toward my face. He only got a glimpse cuz my hand grasped it and squeezed the rigid shaft. "Aahhh, that fells much better," I said. Alex finally came to his senses and took his underwear off, freeing up a cock that was definitely bigger than mine and almost looked out of place on his slender pale body. "Oh man Alex, your cock is really big." I said staring at the large piece of flesh that was hanging in the air above his flat little tummy, a nice little patch of dark brown hair nestled at the base of it. I rolled to my side and propped up on my elbow and stared at my best friend's cock, the first thing that crossed my mind after its size was how beautiful it was. His balls were like mine, no hairs on them at all except right where they started to hang off his cock, a smooth and blue veined bag with medium sized eggs that hung down between smooth pale thighs. He let me look at him for a moment before he grasped onto the thick shaft and squeezed up and down it just like I had done. "I had to touch mine too Chris. Its like, when it's hard you can't just let it alone you know. Its like an itch; you have to give it at least a little bit of a scratch." He rolled to his side to face me and our cocks touched for the first time, the heads sort of saying hello to each other. Almost by instinct we each grabbed our shafts and, like a million other boys have done, rubbed the stiff flesh poles against each other. "You got a lot of precum," Alex commented, which I did, and I commented that his wasn't exactly dry either. "Fuck I'm so hot to cum," he said and rolled back down flat, his hand slowly nursing his cock, his hand looking rather small as he gripped it. "Me too," I said. Then he said that he'd jacked off out here the last time and it was so cool and he'd been wanting to tell me about it. "Why didn't you," I asked as I slowly stroked my own cock, reveling in the freedom of jerking off in the great outdoors. "I didn't want you to think I was weird or something," he said. "I'd never think you were weird Alex. You're my best friend. I love you." That last bit slipped out; an accident because I was so caught up in the moment, a classic case of the small head doing the thinking instead of the big head. I was instantly freaked out. Fuck what was Alex going to think about that? Love him. Shit. I needn't have worried because Alex was on a mission and was not to be distracted by anything as plebeian as a declaration of love. "Fuck I'm gonna cum soon I think," he moaned, the words no sooner out of his mouth when his hips reflexively went into the air and he shot. His head was bent, partially because his ass was a foot off the ground, watching the launching that went past his fucking shoulder into the grass. That was fucking incredible. He continued to squirt, his cum landing all over his chest in long streaks of white goo. Man-oh-man that boy made a lot of juice and man-oh-man it was fucking hot as all hell watching him do it. I turned my head back to face the sky, closed my eyes and jacked with a frenzy, needing the release that was building up inside of me. Like Alex's sperming, mine came with little warning and my own hips went up as I came, my sperm hitting a nipple and my chest and leaving similar slashes of white across my tanned torso. I'd relaxed my hips and kept up the motion, like a good boy, until my cumming slowed to an ooze that ran down my cock head and dribbled over my thumb. And then it was quiet, except for the heaving breathing and a few birds chirping. "Shit that was intense," Alex finally said. I looked over at him, hands resting on the grass at side and one of them resting against my hip, cum all over the front of his body and his hard cock, jerking a little with each pulse of his heart. "Jeez he's beautiful," I thought to myself then said, "man you shot clear over your shoulder." That was so cool." "It was cool watching you squirt too Chris," he told me. "Man this was so hot." We both seemed to sit up at the same time and began cleaning the larger globs of cum from our bodies with our finger tips then flinging it away from us. Then Alex stood up and walked to the brush line, his still hard cock bobbing along in front of him. "Come on, we can use leaves to clean the rest off." I got up and followed him, my own cock bobbing along in front of me. We pulled some of the larger leaves from a low hanging maple tree branch and, facing each other, wiped the remaining cum from our bodies. I noticed a spot on his shoulder from the monumental cum shot and stepped up to him. "Hold still," I said as I took a fresh leaf and wiped the sperm from his collarbone. And speaking of bones, I had stood so close to him that our hard young cocks were laying along side each other, almost touching each other's flat belly, his cock closer to me than mine to him. When I was done I turned my head to face him and we both sort of just stopped and stood there, two thirteen year old best friends who'd just shared about the most intense experience that boy's can share with each other. "You said you loved me," he said quietly and time just stood still for a moment. I knew by the tone of his voice that it was okay and slowly nodded my head. We looked each other in the eyes; his dropped for a moment to my lips then back up. "I love you too Chris," he said, his voice still quite soft, then leaned forward and kissed my lips, holding there for about a three count then backing away, our eyes regaining contact. "That was nice," I told him then put a hand on his shoulder, leaned forward and kissed him back, this time turning my head so I could kiss him properly. I held my kiss for an easy five count before backing away and saw that his eyes were closed, and stayed that way for a moment as a slight smile played across his lips. "Mmm," you're right, it is nice. Then he did a strange thing. He leaned back in, wrapped an arm around my neck and put the other one on my hips and kissed me really good. He opened his mouth and I followed suit and then his tongue went into my mouth. My little heart was beating like mad and those fucking butterflies got loose in my belly again; until his hand moved from my hip and grasped onto my cock. Then I died and went to heaven. Fuck, having someone else take hold of your hard cock for the first time is just about the best thing in the world. I almost melted as Alex squeezed on my cock, just like I would have done. I reflex I grabbed onto his and felt him, squeezing gently. It felt weird to me. The texture and feel of his cock was different than I expected, not that I knew what to expect and I wondered if mine felt the same way to him and assumed that it did. "Oh man your hand feels so good on my dick Chris," Alex moaned. "I feel like I could cum again." "Me too Alex, I know I could cum again cuz your hand feels good on my cock too." We stayed like that, close together, hands on each other's shoulder and hip, our other hands busy stroking the other's cock. "Go fast Chris," Alex moaned in a soft voice, "go faster." I went faster and as I did, Alex picked up speed on my cock too. We both sort of moved away from each other slightly and looked down, not wanting to miss the fireworks and we did it just in time. I felt his cock get thicker and harder in my hand and then his fat cock head erupted, sperm shooting out and hitting my lower belly and my hip. My own cock erupted right after his second squirt and hit me in the hand that was jacking him off, and then blasted some other shots into his pubic hairs. We looked into each other's eyes after the first shot and what I saw was a face sort of like when you're surprised, eyes wide open and mouth in a circle kind of. Goddamn if felt great getting jacked off by someone else. We finally slowed our stroking then stopped but didn't quite let go of each other, wanting to maintain that contact. "That was the most awesome thing I think I ever felt," Alex opined, and I agreed with him. "Are we gay now Chris, cause we did this and we liked it?" "Shit, I don't know Alex. I don't think so. I mean, I don't feel gay or anything. Come one lets wipe this stuff off." I let go of his cock, reluctantly, and we went about the same grooming process of before, wiping as much off as possible with fingers then using another Maple leaf for the rest. Fortunately neither of us made as much sperms as the first one a few minutes before. I thought about that as I was cleaning, amazed that I'd cum twice in ten minutes. That was a record for me. "Oh man I got a lot in my pubes," Alex said and I laughed saying it was a bitch getting cum out of there. I hated it cuz the stuff stuck in there and when you tried to rub it out it rolled into little white balls of stuff. "How big is your cock anyhow Alex?" I asked. It's bigger than almost any other boy I've ever seen. "Eight and five sixteenths inches," he said proudly, "as of last night." Only when measuring their hard cocks are teenage boys so precise about measurements, or so frequent about taking them. "Wow," was about all I could say as I looked at the thick stick of meat, still hard, and sticking out from his slender body. We managed to get cleaned up and he looked at his watch. "I gotta get going Chris, we're spose to go out to dinner tonight and I still have some stuff to do in the yard." We got dressed and were almost back to the dirt road that would take us home. Alex stopped and turned to me then leaned in and kissed me again. "This was really fun Chris. I really like kissing you and touching you and stuff and I want to do it some more." I felt my cock start to get hard again. "I know, me too," I said and kissed him back. Two minutes later we were in a heated race down the dirt road, sex, our sexual experience now history and forgotten for the time being.