Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2019 12:54:18 -0600 From: gwen uni Subject: From Raymond To Desmond by Cutter09 gay young friends Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories available for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 My brother, Ray, was my idol. He was five years older than me, but he never pushed me away as if I was a nuisance, when I'm sure I probably was. He let me hang with him and his friends, when they probably didn't want me around. He was good at sports and smart and attractive too. I can't think of anything he couldn't do, and do well. He was my best friend. We shared a bedroom with bunk beds. My sister had her own room, but I didn't mind sharing, and Ray never acted like he minded either. I remember clearly the day I walked in and caught him masturbating. I had seen him naked before, probably even seen him with an erection in his underwear. But I had never seen him like that. He was at his desk watching porn on his computer. His pants and underwear were pulled down to his knees, his tee shirt was pulled up under his chin, and he had a firm grasp on his dick. He hadn't heard me come in, and the expression on his face is what made me ask "What're you doing?" I was afraid he was going to hit the ceiling fan, he jumped so high. "Shit little bro. You scared the hell out of me." He had jerked his tee shirt down over his dick, and was trying to pull up his pants. "Sorry, Ray. But what were you doing?" "Jerking off. What did it look like I was doing?" I had heard the term, usually when one of his friends called someone a 'Jerk Off'. They made it sound like a bad thing. Now I find out my brother is one. He must have seen the confused expression on my face. "What's that look for? Everybody does it. You will too when you get older." "Why would I do that?" I asked. "Because it feels good," he chuckled. He was less cautious about me seeing him after that. In fact I saw him almost daily. I noticed he had a few hairs growing down there, and his dick was bigger than it was a few months earlier. He seemed to be in the habit of jerking off after school, and at bedtime too. I figured it must feel really good, since he was doing it all the time, so I finally asked him to show me how to do it. It was a Saturday afternoon, and our parents were out shopping. "Where's Liz?" he asked about our sister. "On the phone with her boyfriend of course." "Ok. But you have to promise not to tell anyone." "Promise," I said excitedly. Ray wrapped his fingers around his dick and started stroking up and down. "You hold it like this, not too tight and slide your hand up and down, like this." He demonstrated the age old style of self gratification. Without a thought, I reached out and took hold of his cock. He was startled at first, but didn't stop me. "Am I doing it right?" "Oh... uh yeah, but I meant... ah... for you to... ugh... do it to yourself," he said as his hips started moving with my hand. "That's okay, I'll just practice on you." Ray leaned back in his chair, and moaned as I worked on perfecting my skills. I was fascinated by his large balls bouncing in their sack as I stroked him. I wondered if all that juggling bruised them or something. "Jesus it feels even better when someone does it for you," Ray commented. He didn't tell me what to expect at the end of this exercise though. I had never seen him finish, just interrupted a few times. Ok, quite a few times, accidentally of course. Suddenly Ray's belly tensed up, and he grunted, and there was a fountain of white stuff pouring from his dick. I thought I had hurt him somehow. Then he dropped his head back and said, "AAhhh..." in a very satisfied way. "Are you okay, Ray? What happened?" "It's just sperm. That's what makes babies. Don't worry about it, Max" Ray said as he reached for the tissue box on his desk. Can you believe my parents stuck me with the name Maximilian? Yeah, they did, and that's why I'm called Max. He didn't appear concerned, so I wasn't either. "Did I do it right, Ray?" "Oh yeah!. That was great, little buddy," he said ruffling my hair. He was always doing that when I did something good, like getting on base when we played baseball, or beating him at a video game. He was a great brother. Sunday morning we went to church. Dad liked to sit in the back, so we can get out faster. Mom always likes to socialize, so we are stuck talking to everyone as they come out. If we sat in the middle, we would miss most of the people, and would probably get out of there faster. But then Dad wouldn't have anything to grouse about. So we're sitting in church, and during a particularly boring segment of the sermon, I notice Ray fidgeting beside me. He tried pulling his jacket down, then, adjusting, then laying his arm over an obvious erection. Later I would learn that, at thirteen, everything gives you an erection. Sitting too long, seeing pretty girls, the wind blow. Absolutely everything. I was looking at the problem, then glanced up at Ray's face. He saw me looking, so I giggled at his discomfort. He jabbed my arm with his elbow, which only made me giggle more, which made my mom pinch my leg for misbehaving. Outside after services, Ray was still fighting his erection, and Mom seemed intent on talking to everyone. In the car, we kids begged out of going to our grandparent's house for lunch, so Dad dropped us at home and they left. I stopped to pet Betty, our cat, as Liz and Ray ran upstairs. Betty is called that because my mom said she has 'Betty Davis eyes'. I knew what Ray was going to do, and figured Liz would be on the phone before she even reached the door to her room. When I walked passed Liz's door, I heard her say, "Really Gabby. It's huge. Much bigger than Mike's... No, I won't tell him to show it to you... Yeah it feels great." I couldn't wait to pass this revelation on to Ray, and ran to our room. Ray already had the porn running on the computer, and his dress pants at his ankles. On the monitor, some girl's head was bobbing up and down on a guy's lap. "What she doing?" I asked startling Ray again. "Shit! Max, close the door. Where's Liz?" "Talking to Gabby. Guess what... wait... is his dick in her mouth?" "Yeah. She's blowing him." Ray answered. "Like a balloon? Like in Macy's parade?" "No, silly. It's just called blowing, she's actually sucking it." "Is that fun?" "I guess so. I've never had anyone do it," he answered with a laugh. "Can I practice jerking off again?" I asked looking at his hard dick. Ray smiled. "Sure, Maxie." Ray is the only one who calls me Maxie. I went for his cock and started stroking him slowly. I liked doing stuff for Ray, and this is something I could do for him. Besides I kinda liked doing it too. I like the way his dick felt in my hand, and I really liked watching his hairless balls. They were so much bigger than mine, of course, so was his dick. I looked at Ray's face, and he had his eyes closed, just enjoying what I was doing. That made me happy. Then I looked at the monitor. The girl was still sucking the guy, he had his eyes closed too. As I said, Ray has always been nice to me, and I like to do things for him, so, why not. I bent down and took his dick into my mouth, and started bobbing and sucking on it. Ray noticed the difference right away. "Oh Jesus... Maxie... Ugh... Ugh... Maxie, I'm... ." That's the last I heard before my mouth got filled with sperm. When he had finished filling my mouth, I swallowed it which caused Ray to spasm again. And when I pulled off, I couldn't resist licking the head of his dick before letting it go. "Jesus Maxie, Why'd you do that?" Ray asked between heavy breaths. "I thought you would like it. You said no one's done it for you." "Yeah, but guys aren't supposed to do that. Especially brothers." "Did you like it?" I asked, somewhat hurt. "Well... Yeah, but still..." "Then what's the problem?" "It's just that... well... Ok, just don't tell anybody you did that. You don't want the guys to know, Okay?" "Okay Ray. I won't tell. Can I do it again?" "You mean... Now?" "Yeah. That was pretty fast, and I need more practice. Can I?" "Uh... sure." "Thanks Ray. You're so nice to me," I said as I bent to take him into my mouth again. He had softened a little, but rose to the occasion. As I got into it, Ray said, "You really like doing that?" There was a sucking pop sound as I released his dick. "I like doing it for you." With a smile, I went back to sucking. He lasted a lot longer this time, and I got in some good practice before he spermed in my mouth again. "You really swallowed it? Both times?" Ray asked. "Sure Ray. Is that ok? What should I have done?" "No, no. That's ok. I'm just surprised is all." Then he ruffled my hair again. That night I asked him if I could practice again. He acted reluctant, but dropped his underwear and lay on his bed. I was beginning to think that Ray was addicted to porn, because the next afternoon, he was at his desk again, monitor showed a close up of a dick sliding in and out of a pussy. I didn't ask, I just got under the desk, and reached for his dick. He let me practice as his eyes were glued to the screen. When he finished, he ruffled my hair and said thanks. I did it again that night, and the next afternoon. I did it at least twice a day all that week. Afterwards, he always ruffled my hair and said "Thanks Maxie." Saturday, Mom and Dad were gone. Liz's boyfriend came over as soon as they left, even though we're not suppose to have visitors when they're not home. Ray and I were listening at her bedroom door, and heard them fucking. She was moaning and calling out his name, and the bed was banging against the wall. We went back to our room, and I said "See I told you they were doing it." I had told him about the conversation I had overheard. "That is so fucking hot," Ray said, giving his dick a squeeze in his pants. "Did you hear her moaning? Man, I wish I had a girlfriend to fuck." I was happy he got to hear a live sex show going on right in our house, but at the same time, I was a little hurt. I mean, he hasn't had to jerk off all week because I was sucking him. Yet he wanted to fuck some girl. I reached for his zipper, and he removed his pants in a flash. "Thanks Maxie," he said before I even started. He lay back and closed his eyes, and I went to work. He was moaning and lifting his hips up at me. I pulled off his dick. "What are you thinking about, Ray?" "Fucking," he answered without opening his eyes. "But you don't have a girlfriend," I pointed out. "Yeah, but if I did, I'd fuck her so hard. Mmm." "I could be your girlfriend," I offered without thinking. Ray's eyes flew open. "What?!" "Well, I mean... if you want." "But you're not a girl." "Duh. I know that. But some of those videos show them doing it in their butts. I have a butt." "You'd... You'd let me do it in your butt?" Ray stammered unbelieving. "Sure Ray. Why not?" "Well, for one thing, it's gonna hurt." "They seem to like it in the videos." "Yeah, but they've done it before. They're used to it." "So, I'll get use to it too. I got used to sucking you." "Uh..." "Come on Ray. You want to fuck somebody, don't you?" Ray got up and went to the bathroom, returning with some hand lotion. "Are you sure Maxie? It's gonna hurt." "That's ok. Wait... I won't have a baby will I?" Ray laughed as he applied lotion to his dick. "No, you won't get pregnant. I promise." I took off my clothes and lay on my stomach. Ray got on my back, and I felt his dick separate my butt cheeks, but he had trouble finding the hole. After a minute, I reached back and grabbed his dick and placed it at my opening. "Push," I instructed. He did, and it went in. Man it hurt, but I didn't want him to think I was a pussy. Well, I guess I did really, but not the cowardly kind. It felt worse than any turd I had pushed out. I didn't yell though, or make him stop. I stuck my face in the pillow, and lifted my butt to make it easier for him. He kept pushing until he was halfway in, without letting up. Ray pulled back a little too much, and came out of me. I groaned into the pillow and reached back to line him up again. This time he pushed until he was all the way inside me. Ray lay on my back and sighed, "Oh Maxie, you feel so good." At least he was thinking of me, and not some girl. He started moving in and out, learning his range of motion, slowly picking up speed until he found the right one for him. "God, Maxie, your butt is pure heaven. Do you like it?" It had only hurt a little at first, now I actually did like it. "Yeah, Ray. It feels good. Don't stop." He didn't. He lay his cheek against my neck, and pumped in and out of me at a steady pace. I could tell when he was getting close, his strokes became erratic, then he shuddered, and I felt him pulse inside me. Ray moved in and out a couple more times, then just lay on me. I liked having him there. On my back, and inside me. It was like his dick belonged in my butt. After a while, I said, "If you want, you can do it again." He kissed my neck and said, "Thanks Maxie," then began moving his hips slowly. "I can feel my sperm in you. Ah man so slick and smooth." He wasn't in a hurry this time, and we both liked it a lot. I loved feeling his dick sliding in and out. When he finished, we were sitting on my bed talking. "Man, I can't believe I lost my virginity, and I can't tell anyone," Ray chuckled. "Why not?" I asked. "Man, we can't tell anyone about this. I mean, like, what am I gonna do, go up to Mark and say 'Guess what, I fucked my brother yesterday.' I'd be drummed out of school." He saw the confusion on my face. "Look, Maxie, you know all this stuff is kinda gay, right?" Another word I'd heard usually thrown at somebody in a bad way. Just like the word 'jerk off', then I found out Ray was one. Then he said that all guys do it. "Maxie, promise me you won't ever tell anyone about this. You'll be committing social suicide." "I promise. But you liked it didn't you? I was good for you right?" Ray ruffled my hair. "You were wonderful little bro." That night when he started to climb up into the top bunk, I said, "Will you sleep with me tonight?" He looked at me strangely. I peeled off my underwear and said "That is... if you want to." Ray's face lit up, and he slid into my bed behind me. For the next two months, Ray fucked me at least twice a day. On weekends we averaged four times a day. I couldn't get enough of his dick, and he seemed to feel the same. We had always been close, but now we were closer. At school, I had trouble keeping my attention on what I was suppose to be doing. I just wanted to get home and naked in bed with Ray. Ray's dick was growing during all this time too. I could feel the difference, and loved it. Then one fateful Thursday afternoon, a drug addict sped through the school zone. He ran over the crossing guard and two kids. Of the three, Ray is the only one that didn't survive. My family was devastated as you can imagine. Liz, being the least upset, seemed to get over the loss easier than the rest of us. I guess at seventeen, girls minds are only on their pussy. It must run in our family, because I knew I was going to miss Ray in bed. Part 2 It was first day of fourth grade, when I met Desmond. Since my brother's death, I had been on antidepressants. The school regulates meds taken by students. I was to take one after lunch each day, so I am suppose to stop by the office and pick it up. I was in the office that day to drop off the bottle of pills I would be taking each day. "Oh, Max. Glad you're here. This is Desmond, he's in your class. Could you show him around our school today." Even principal Granger knew my name. Everybody did now. If not my name, they knew me as the kid who's brother was killed. Desmond was obviously mixed race. But that wasn't what I noticed first. It was his huge 'Afro' hairstyle. I had never seen anything like it. It stood out away from his face nearly a foot all around his head. And stuck in the upper right side, was one of those plastic picks they use to fluff it out all the time. The second thing I noticed was his blue eyes. Against his caramel skin, and black hair, it was like they glowed. "Sure Mr. Granger," I said as I stared at Desmond. We started down the hall, I noticed that he had a grip on the waistband of his pants to hold them up. They were belted below his butt cheeks with, what looked like gym shorts showing above, and his pant legs were gathered around the tops of his tennis shoes almost covering them. This was my first experience with this 'fashion', and I couldn't help but giggle. "Whachoo laughin' at Cracker?" were his first words to me. Desmond was almost a head taller than me, and I had never been in a fight before, so I didn't want to take him on. "Uh... nothing. Just remembering something I saw on tv last night." "Yeah, I thought so, Honky," Desmond said as he started his gangster strut down the hall. I had to keep myself from laughing at that too. I showed him to our homeroom class, and the teacher sat him right beside me. Throughout the day, he was quiet, and standoffish. At lunchtime we stopped at the office, he waited outside as I went in to get my pill. He sat with me in the lunchroom, but didn't say a word. Other kids came up to talk to me, and I tried at first to introduce him, but he didn't seem interested, so I stopped trying. At the end of school, I said, "See you in class tomorrow, Desmond." "Yeah, whatever, whitebread." Next morning, I see Desmond standing by himself outside. There were kids all around, talking and carrying on, but he was alone. "Morning Desmond," I said as I approached him. "Hi, whitey." He followed me inside when the morning bell rang, and the rest of the day too. Never saying anything. At the end of school I decided to try one last time to be nice to him. "Have a good evening, Desmond. See you tomorrow." Yeah, whatever, doughboy." I stopped dead in my tracks, and got right in his face. "I have tried to be nice to you, but all you do is call me names. If that is how you want to be, then stay away from me, you racist mother fucker." And I stormed away before he had a chance to hit me. I ignored him the next morning, making a point of walking to and from class with other kids. At lunchtime, he was in the hall outside the office when I came out with my pill. I ignored him and headed to the lunchroom. I was eating my sandwich, when he sat across from me. "What's the pill for?" I glared at him, then grabbed my stuff and moved to a different table. He followed me. "Look, man, I'm sorry. You're right. I have been rude." I stared at him a moment. He appeared to be sincere. "See that girl over there?" I said pointing to a black girl, huddled with three white girls, laughing and whispering. "Yeah." "That's LaToya. I've known her since first grade. See that kid over there?" I pointed to a black boy who was playing paper football with Billy Clayton. "Yeah, so?" I don't know him. It's his first year here too, just like you. Notice how those kids are getting along with everyone? It's because they don't have a chip on their shoulder, and calling people names and shit. Give it a try." I left my lunch and Desmond, and walked away. I was halfway home after school, when I heard, "Hey, Max! Wait up." I turned to see Desmond running to catch up, which was difficult because he had to hold his pants up. His large 'Afro' flopping comically around. Just as he reached me, his pick flew out of his hair. I started laughing as I bent to pick it up for him. "I wasn't sure you even knew my name." I said handing the pick to him. "Yeah, I know it. Look, Max. I'm really sorry. When my friends back in Detroit heard I was moving here, they said all you white people were gonna hate a black kid living with them." "Well first of all, that's not true. Secondly, you're not as black as you think you are, or at least, as you are trying to appear to be." "What do you mean?" "Do you dress like that because it's comfortable, or to fit in with your homies back in your old neighborhood? And that hair. It's 'a black thing', right? Just to show other people how 'black' you are. That silly pick can't be convenient. It's all show, and frankly, racist in itself. If that is what you want, no one is going say anything to you, but they won't make an effort to be your friend either. I tried, and you went all 'gangsta' on me. I don't need that shit." "Okay, okay. You're right. I'm sorry already." We walked in silence for a few minutes, then I said, "They're antidepressants." "What is?" "The pills you asked about." "Oh." The rest of the way home, Desmond didn't say anything and I didn't either. We did discover he only lived a block from me, so I walked the last block alone. The next day Desmond was waiting for me outside his house as I walked by. "Good morning," he paused, then added "Cracker." "Good day to you too, spear chucker." "Honky." "Nigger." "Whitebread." "Jungle bunny." That was the last time he and I ever said those things. We got it all out in the open, and it was over. The following Monday, I would not have recognized him if it wasn't for his amazing eyes. He had his hair cut over the weekend, the pick was gone, and his pants were belted at the waist. "Hey, Max." "Hey, Dez." We became best friends. I found him to be funny, smart, and most importantly for a best friend, loyal. I'm sure his friendship help me to move away from antidepressants. He was already taller than me, and for the next three years continued to outgrow me, staying several inches taller than I was. And just like Ray at that age, we were working on becoming addicted to internet porn. By the summer between seventh and eighth grades, we both had our favorite sites to visit, always showing each other our latest discoveries. We had regular sleepovers and watched porn, both of us getting pretty excited. Sometimes we would just be in our underwear, and it was obvious we both had erections. I hadn't seen it, but from what I could tell, Dez was a big boy, in more ways than one. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel plowing around inside me. It was during one of our regular sleepovers, this time at his house, that I made a stupid mistake. Dez was showing me his latest discovery. A site that specialized in anal sex. On the monitor, a guy was pounding his large dick in some chick's ass. "Man, I bet that hurts," Dez laughed. "Not really. Only a little at first," I absentmindedly replied, and immediately realized my mistake. Dez was staring at me in shock. "Well... at least that's what I hear anyway," I said, trying to cover. "Bullshit, Dude. That's not what you meant." "Sure it is. You know I've never fucked anybody. How would I know if it hurt them?" He looked at me sideways for a moment. "Man, there's something you're not telling me. I thought we were best friends. Hey, if you want to keep secrets, that's okay by me, but best friends don't do that." I felt horrible, but I couldn't tell him. Ray had said never tell anyone, it would be social suicide. I didn't want to lose my best friend after already losing my brother, who was also my best friend. The rest of the night, there was this wedge between us. I could feel the distance growing with each passing minute. I hated not sharing that part of my life with him. It was precious to me and I wanted to share it, but couldn't. I spent the next few days thinking about it. Dez didn't call or come by my house in that time, and I felt lonely without him. I decided to tell him, but not everything. He was practicing basketball in his driveway, tossing the ball through the hoop attached over the garage door. He saw me approaching and stood watching me as I walked up the driveway. "Hey, Dez." "Hey." Those eyes never left mine. They always seemed to be able to look through me, right into my soul. "It was a long time ago. I've never told anyone about it. Can we just move on?" Dez bounced the ball a couple of times then looked at me, or through me. "Is that what you want? Really? Not telling me the whole story, and we're just supposed to move on?" he asked. "Have you told me every episode of your life?" I defended. "All the important things. Yeah. And this feels like something important." We stood in impasse, just looking at each other. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Did someone rape you?" Dez asked, putting his arm around my shoulder, trying to be of comfort to me. "No, it wasn't like that at all. I swear." Again, his eyes bore right through me. "Was it Ray?" he deduced. I nodded, as the tears came on. "You were just a little kid. It wasn't your fault, he took advantage of you." "No, you don't understand. He didn't." I began blubbering. "He would never do that. I wanted it to happen. I loved him and I made it happen. And I'm glad I did. At least he didn't die a virgin." Dez was beginning to get the picture. "I see. I assume this happened more than once." I nodded. "Do you want to tell me about it?" I shook my head and turned to walk home. Now that Dez knew I had been butt fucked, I figured I would be back on antidepressants soon. I mean, who wants a best friend who had a dick in his ass and liked it. I was half a block away when Dez caught up to me. "So that's it. You're just going to walk away?" "Did you expect me to stick around while you call me names and maybe even beat me up. Okay. I don't care anymore. Go ahead. Call me a faggot and punch me in the face, if it makes you feel better," I yelled at him. Dez's eyes misted over. I had never seen him so sad. "Do you really think I could do that to you? You're the best friend I've ever had." "Then why'd you put me through this shit?" He considered the question a moment then he sighed. "Come back to the house with me, and I'll show you." In his room, he fired up his laptop. Clicked on a few things then showed me a picture. It was taken the day I stood up to him and called him a racist mother fucker. It was me, stomping away angry. "That's the first picture I ever took of you." Dez was always taking pictures on his cell phone. Stupid shit, like some grocery store display. He'd say "Stand in front of it. It's funny." I chuckled at the pic. "I remember that day. I was so mad at this militant black kid." "Yeah. and I was impressed by the brave little cracker." "Brave? I was scared shitless. I ran away before you could hit me. But what does this have to do with anything?" He back clicked to the folder the picture was in. I was shocked at the hundreds of pictures of me. Most of which, I didn't know he was taking. I flipped through them slowly, stopping occasionally to inspect one closer, or try to figure out when it was taken. "Remember when I said friends don't keep secrets about important stuff. I guess I have to apologize. I've been keeping a secret too." He clicked on a subfile folder. In this one there were more pictures of me. But these were different. It seemed he took a lot of pictures of me every time we went swimming. Pictures of my wet swimsuit clinging to my body. Close ups of my dick outlined in the wet cloth. Even more pictures of my ass, the fleshy globes visible through the material. Other pictures included me on a swing. As I swung forward, the leg of the shorts I was wearing, opened by the breeze, part of my dick was visible. Another one, obviously taken through a not well closed bathroom door, showed me taking a piss. And several taken at a campground shower, of me completely nude. Most of those were of my back and closeups of my butt, only one showed my dick. In fact there were a lot of butt pictures from different times of our lives together. He probably had a picture of my ass in every pair of pants, shorts and swimsuit I've owned since I met him. A few in underwear too. "This is my special folder," he explained. "Special?" "Yeah. It's the ones I use most often when I... jerk off," he said hanging his head. "You jerk to pictures of me?" I asked in shock. "Mostly your butt." He clicked on one of the campground shower pictures. "This is my favorite." It looked like I had just finished washing my butt. Bubbles slid down my cheeks and legs as water cascaded over me. "See how beautiful your butt is." I had to admit, I do have a nice butt, I've just never seen it. I looked at Dez, he was staring at the screen. I noticed a bulge growing in his pants. Suddenly I felt violated. The first folder was kind of a compliment, but this seemed stalkerish. "So you sit here in your room at night, jerking off your big cock to my pictures. This is suppose to make me feel better?" "It shows that I could never call you names or hit you. Because... well because I love you." "You love my butt, you mean," I argued. "Yes I love your butt. But that came after I fell in love with you. It was a delightful discovery after the fact. I didn't know your butt was beautiful until last summer. I was already in love with you then. And just how do you know I have a big cock?" "Uh..." "Come on. Out with it," Dez demanded. "Okay... So I've been looking at it. So what. I didn't take pictures and jerk off to them." "What do you jerk off to? Be honest. Tell me that." "Uh... ok. Yes, I think of you in your underwear. Satisfied?" "And?" "And I imagine what your cock looks like and how it would feel," I whispered. "See. That's what it's been like for me. Seeing you all the time." "Well you're in your underwear every time we have a sleepover, strutting around with your big cock flopping around in there," I pointed out, yelling. "You're in your underwear then too. But I have to see you all day every day in your tight pants and your wet swimsuits. You're making me nuts," He yelled back. "I can't help it. What do you want me to do about it?" my voice getting even louder. "You could show me your butt," Dez responded quickly. "Show me your dick." I shot back. We looked at each other a moment, then began ripping our clothes off. When we were down to our underwear, we stopped. "You first," I said. Dez peeled down his undies, slowly revealing a semi hard huge cock. He wasn't fourteen yet, and he had a cock any grown man would be proud of. "Jesus Christ. Did you swallow an elephant? His trunk is hanging out." "Your turn," Dez said. I turned my back to him, and slowly pulled down my tighty whities. As they cleared my butt, I heard Dez take a sudden deep breath. "It's even more beautiful in person." "So is this," I said grasping his now hard cock. "You have a nice dick too," Dez complimented, as his hand reach for my butt. I turned sideways to him so he could play with my butt, and I could stroke his cock. I couldn't take it any longer. "Do you have any hand lotion?" Dez's face lit up and he disappeared. I was face down on his bed when he returned. "Go slow, it's been a while," I reminded him. Dez took his time, and I loved feeling him fill me. I missed Ray a lot, and I missed having a dick in me. And what a dick. Dez is much bigger than Ray. Even though I've grown since Ray had been in me, I could feel the difference. His cock worked it's way into my belly, massaging and stretching my chute. "Jesus! I knew you would feel good, but damn, this is heaven," Dez moaned as his hips moved up and down on me. I lay there, imagining his dark cock stroking inside me, it's fat knob claiming my belly as home. "You feel great in me too. I've been wanting this for so long," I admitted. Dez lay down on my back and kissed my neck. "Is it me you want or Ray?" "You know I miss Ray. I loved him as a brother. But It's you I want inside me now. I promise. It's you." "Good. I don't want to compete with a ghost." Dez didn't last much longer before filling me with his load. I groaned in disappointment as he pulled out of me. He flipped me over and took my hard dick into his mouth, and I instantly gave him my cream." "I didn't expect you to blow me," I said reaching for my clothes. "I didn't expect you to let me fuck you either, but you did. Sex should be good for everyone involved." Dez fucked me almost every day that summer. Most times I cum while getting fucked, especially when we're face to face, and I'm looking at those haunting eyes. Sometimes we blow each other when we don't have time to fuck. His dark skin, and those eyes looking up at me, drive me wild. We're in highschool now. He's a wide receiver on our football team. At home, I'm the wide receiver. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censer them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free service. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html