Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:27:15 -0600 From: Mark Drew Subject: Giving Tony a Hand Subject: Giving Tony A Hand-01 Beginning of Disclaimer The following is a totally made up story of consensual sexual encounters between totally made up young teen boys. No trees were harmed in the writing of this story. If you are under eighteen or if this sort of thing is a turn off for you then you shouldn't read a lot of it because you will go blind. (Anyway, what the hell did you think you were going to find in a Gay Stories Archive) End of Disclaimer Giving Tony A Hand-01 My name is Jon and I just turned fifteen last month. My mom and dad split a few years ago, so mom and I moved out of our old house into a new subdivision made up of what I guess they call starter homes. Or, like mom says re-starter homes. Mostly our neighbors are either older retired couples who have moved out of bigger homes and spend half the year down in Florida or Arizona, or they are young couples with little kids, or none yet. The only guy who is even close to my age is Tony from across the street. He's thirteen and he and his mom are in about the same situation as my mom and me. I'm about five-seven, with light blond hair, which is a little wavy and sorta long, I guess, since it's just about to my shoulders. I weigh about a hundred and thirty pounds and am kind of proud of how my body looks when I pose in the mirror. It's not like I'm buff or anything, but I've got nice chest and a just a little bit of a six-pack. I'm always getting complimented about my blue eyes, which makes me kind of proud because I think they are cool trait to have. The other day at the mall this girl said she thought I looked like that Dylan Patton guy from TV. I went online and found a bunch of his pics. Man! I had no idea he was a model and some of the guys he worked with are hella hot!! Lucky for me cuz I guess that I do look enough like him that we could pass for brothers. :) Back where we used to live I had friends my age that I hung out with, but I was pretty much a loner after we moved in here, because all the kids were so much younger. I was relieved when Tony moved in four months ago, because though he's like twenty months younger than I am, he's very cute and very cool. He's about five-three, brown eyes and dark brown hair that is almost as long as mine. If you ever see the first NeverEnding Story movie, I think he looks a whole lot like Atreyu the boy warrior, especially when he smiles. Like I said, very cute. Despite our age difference, we've become best friends in the last few months. Tony loves doing tricks on his skateboard, roller blades, or on his BMX bike, usually shirtless. I messed up my right ankle when I was 12 trying stunts like that, so I don't try to do skateboards or roller blades any more, but it's cool to see him speeding down the street and flying off the ramps I've helped him build. When he comes over and we lift weights he busts his ass trying to keep up with me, but I think he does pretty well for his size. It's cool because I can see his muscles flex when he pushes himself the least little bit. It's not that he's all ripped and buff, but I'm sure one day he will be. I'd guess he weighs around one hundred and five or ten pounds, because he's got an excellent body for being thirteen. He probably could be excellent at just about any sport he wanted. Even though I'm older, taller and outweigh him, he still can hang with me in basketball. It's not that my ankle is holding me back, cuz it's pretty much ok. It's that he's just so FAST! I usually lose the shirt before we play, partly because I don't want to get it all sweaty, AND mostly because it's soooo sweet to feel his hot sweaty body pressing against mine when we go at it. Of course with so much body to body contact somebody occasionally brushes a hand against the other guy's crotch. I'm sure I've felt wood from him and he probably has from me. OK, so I've had a couple of dates and gone to some dances and stuff with girls, but I guess it's pretty clear that I'm really gay, and I think I really do like Tony a lot more than as a friend. I think, just maybe it's because of something that happened to me when I was his age, back in my old neighborhood. It was my friend Billy who taught me the wonderful things I could do with my cock. In one afternoon with him I went from having a peter just for pissing to a cock which throbbed in my hand, giving me pleasure as I stroked and milked it, making me delirious with pleasure. Billy was fourteen, popular, athletic, blue eyed, dark blond hair and extremely cute, almost pretty really. I had only known him maybe a month at the time, but we were best friends. We were hanging out in his room, one day after school and he was changing out of his school clothes while I sat on his bed. He was down to his white briefs when he reached under his mattress and tossed me a couple of really hard core porn mags. None of this Playboy or Penthouse stuff, but hard core cock in cunt fuck mags. I thought my eyes would bug out of my head, then felt my dick swell up to its full five inches as I saw the hot looking guys with their massive cocks getting sucked, thrusting into juicy pussies and shooting huge loads. I was almost about to feel embarrassed when Billy nonchalantly dipped his hand into his briefs and began stroking his cock. "Pretty hot shit, eh?" He leered as he looked down at the horny sex scenes in the magazines. He flipped open one magazine to a centerfold showing a guy who sure looked like he couldn't have been more than sixteen, bent over and sucking his own cock. I mean that fucking thing must have been like a foot long!! "Shit yeah... hot..." I gasped, as I watched his fingers get busy under his briefs. His cock swelled and bulged out the white cotton material, making a tent with growing damp spot over the tip. I soon realized I was becoming a lot more interested in what Billy was doing than dirty pictures. "Kinda makes ya wanna beat off doesn't it?" he whispered hoarsely, eyeing my hand as it had somehow made its way to my crotch on its own and was massaging my swollen prick through my levis. "Beat off?" I breathed. I had heard the phrase used before but was still naïve enough not to know what it meant exactly. I had heard other guys talking about doing it and I figured if Billy wanted to do it that it must be pretty cool. "Yeah..." "Cool." Billy grinned and slipped his hand from his briefs, then in an instant his briefs were hanging on the tip of his toe and being flipped into the corner. His hand slipped around his hard juicy boy cock like it was made for it and began stroking. "How do ya like my big dick Jon? It's six and a quarter inches." He leered. "Come on and strip dude." I was out of my shirt in an instant, not wanting to miss a thing he was doing with that big beautiful cock of his. He had a tidy little patch of blond pubes, but compared to my little scraggly hairs he was downright furry. "Mine's not that big, but it's getting there." I panted, as I kicked off my shoes and dropped my levis and briefs at the same time. My mind was racing with the new experience and I was wondering what was going to happen next, then I was surprised and a little shocked when Billy reached out and gently grasped my throbbing boner and began feeling and stroking it. "Oh yeah Jon, that's a good one, especially considering you don't have much hair yet. You're gonna have a big one like me, maybe bigger." He cooed, as he squeezed and milked my virgin tool, making it feel so awesome I thought I would go insane. My knees were weak as I started to reach for his cock, then a couple of well placed squeezes by Billy on my throbbing cock had me wincing and moaning, which made him smile big time. "Dude, are you gonna cum already?" "Come? Uh... I dunno... maybe..." I gasped, as marvelous waves of pleasure kept flooding through my cock. I had no idea what he was asking. "Where?" Billy's face went blank for a second and he stopped stroking my dick, then he grinned and shook his head. "You've never done this before have you?" he asked, giving my aching boner a gentle tweak on the head. I wanted to lie and say I had, but all I could do was honestly shake my head no. "I want to learn to." I whispered, as I slipped my hand around his hot cock. "I want to learn anything you want to teach me." I was almost pleading as I felt another boy's cock in my hand for the first time. It felt so huge, hot and hard, throbbing with the lust of the cutest boy in the school. "Anything?" he smiled slyly, continuously stroking pleasure through my young cock as he moved closer. I tried to copy his moves on his throbbing cock, watching as Billy winced with pleasure. "Yeah... Anything... Everything..." I replied, the scent of his gum in my nostrils as he moved closer. Our faces were inches apart, looking directly into each other's eyes. "Please..." "Everything... You're sure?" Billy breathed, licking his lips seductively. I had barely answered "Yeah." When I felt his tongue slip between my lips. My tongue immediately met his and began wrestling as he pressed his chest to mine and somehow I even ended up with his gum in my mouth. I had frenched once before, with a girl after a dance, but it wasn't near as good as this, I thought, as Billy gently pushed me back onto his bed, never breaking our kiss. I began to notice Billy's cock seemed to be leaking some slimy stuff from his pee hole and that he moaned even harder as I squeezed and kneaded the head. His fingers were working their unbelievable magic on my young dick, continuously taking me to higher levels of pleasure and lust than my thirteen year old mind could comprehend. Billy finally broke our liplock and pushed my hand away from his cock, then grinned at me. "You're sure you're new to this? Jon you've got a great touch. I don't think I could have kept from cumming if I would have let you keep going another 5 seconds." There was that word again, I thought, as my hand slipped around my cock and began stroking. "I... I can't believe this..." I winced, as tingles of pleasure shot through my cock. I was jacking myself off for the first time in my life and it was unbelievable that I had gotten started by stroking Billy's dick. "It feels soooo good." Billy was looking more astonishingly sexy, with his hair all messed up and the shine of sweat on his flushed skin. "Yeah... it does..." he smiled, as his fingers gently teased at his cock. "You can do it fast... or you can take your time. I like to hold off cumming so it builds and builds." I noticed that I had a little of that sticky stuff oozing from my pee hole too and found it felt pretty damn good when I rubbed it over my dick head. "So when do you know when you're gonna cum?" I asked, almost scared at how good my cock was making me feel. Billy grinned and I could almost hear the gears in his brain humming. "I guess the best way to find out how it feels is to just do it." He said, wrapping his hand around my cock again. When I reached for his dick he pushed my hand away. "I want you to concentrate on the feeling... to get every ounce of fun out of this." He said, fluffing a pillow for me to be laid back and comfy. "Now I'm gonna do something that you can't ever talk about to anybody ever... except me, of course." I was trembling with anticipation as I watched Billy maneuver himself between my legs, then grasp my dick and stroke it firmly, getting it so super hard I thought I would pass out from the pleasure. Then I was amazed when I saw his tongue flick out and begin swirling around my now-purple cock head. Remembering the picture of the guy sucking his own cock, I knew what was going to happen next. I still couldn't believe it was happening, even as I felt the indescribable pleasure of my cock being engulfed by the warm wet softness of Billy's mouth. My legs automatically spread wider, giving Billy full access to whatever he wanted. The thrill kept building and I was moaning constantly, my head tossing side to side as Billy's hot mouth relentlessly vacuumed on my dick and massaged my hairless nuts. A deliciously intense feeling of pleasure was building within my cock, adding to the pleasure Billy was giving me. Then sudden rushes of insane pleasure hit me and I drove my cock deep into Billy's mouth, jetting my virgin load of boy juice into his throat as I moaned and gasped with lust. Billy slipped my dick from his mouth and smiled up at me as my first cum shot dribbled from his lips. "Awesome... I can't believe you shot cum in my mouth." he said, continuing to jack my sticky dick. I managed a weak smile but was too delirious from the pleasure to even try to begin to form a sentence of apology. "Sorry." I giggled, lovingly caressing his hair and running my fingers over his cheek. Billy grinned and gave my dick head a lick. "Don't be sorry Jon, you just made this dude's dreams come true. I've always wanted a friend I could do shit like this with." "I'm sure as fuck glad to be your friend. Fuck! This is so awesome!" I replied, filled with amazement at what I had experienced. "Now I know what cum means." I giggled, looking at Billy and wiggling my eyebrows. Billy climbed in the bed and knelt between my legs and grasped his big boner. "Dude, I'm gonna cum all over you." he cooed, as he stroked his big dick. "Yeah... this is hot... " I breathed, watching the cutest boy in school jacking off right in front of me, his juicy balls bouncing wildly as he stroked. My cock was hard again in seconds and I began to match Billy stroke for stroke until he knocked my hand away and began to rub his cock all over mine, then started jacking them together. "Ooooooo... fuck... Yeaaaaahhhhhhh... I'm gonna shoot." Billy moaned, just as thick stringy gobs of hot boy sperm blasted from his cock, hitting my face, my mouth and my chest, before he aimed his dick at my cock and finished his load. I instinctively licked my lips, thrilling to the taste of Billy's essence. After Billy's cock was drained he collapsed breathlessly on top of me, grinding his spent cock against mine as we kissed passionately and I returned his gum to his mouth. In a few minutes my cock was feeling well on the way to another orgasm and from the way he was moaning and cooing I knew he was too. I rolled us over so I was on top, then quickly slipped down between his legs, taking his sticky cock in my hand and working it. As I lowered my face I breathed in the deliciously intoxicating scent of boy sex. He looked down at me, smiled and mussed my hair. "You're going for paybacks..." he gasped. "You really want to go through with it?" "Yeah... I really want to. Remember, I said I wanted to learn everything." I grinned, swirling my tongue around his cum sticky cock head. His hot throbbing boner tasted so good, sticky with the juice of his recent cum shot still dripping down the shaft. "Oh fuck..." Billy cooed, as I slowly devoured inch after inch of his beautiful cock. "Ooooooo aaaaaa aaaaa aaaaaa ooooo Jonnnnnnnneeeeeee!!! It feels sooooo gooood!" The taste of his creamy boy juice along with the taste of his hot throbbing cock was amazing. I couldn't believe how awesome it felt, sucking down his delicious six and a quarter inch prick until the knob was jabbing into my throat, his soft pubes were pressing against my nose and his balls were bouncing on my chin. At first it felt like it would gag me, but then I got into a sucking rhythm and began vacuuming his hot meat for all I was worth. I felt his cock grow even harder as I got my tongue into the action, swirling around and jabbing at the slit. I tenderly massaged his swaying boyballs, knowing they were about to supply me with a taste of heaven. "Oh fuck man I'm gonna cum again! You're fucking amazing Jon! I'm ooooooooh fuck oooooooo yeaaaaahhhhhh cummmmming!!!" Billy gasped, running his fingers through my hair and bucking his hips, then he arched his cock into my throat and shuddered, spurting his hot delicious boyspunk into my virgin throat. I continued to work his cock and massage his balls until he dropped back on the bed, a beautiful satisfied smile on his face. I climbed up from between his legs and lay on top of him, grinding my hard cock into his, as we passionately kissed, then we continued to suck face and caress each other's smooth warm skin. We were humping and grinding our cocks together until that cum feeling hit me again. I knelt on the edge of the bed between Billy's legs and jacked myself off, thrilling myself in realizing what glorious fun I could have with my hard young cock. He lay there panting and watching with sweat soaked anticipation as my fist stroked my shaft. I shuddered with pleasure as lust surged through me as my second ever orgasm shot from my prick and onto Billy's chest and stomach. Once I found out about the more fun uses for my cock, I jacked off at least four times a day, along with Billy and I hooking up almost daily too, either at his house or mine. Each time we did it seeming better than the last. We even tried anal a few times, but decided oral was the best. Then there was that Friday morning in mid-August when he came over. He had been unusually quiet lately, but up to that time had always said it was nothing. As soon as the door to my room closed behind us, he grabbed me and burst into tears, shuddering and holding me tight as he sobbed. "We're moving... Dad got transferred... To England." My heart broke too, but I tried to be strong. "So that's why... How soon..." I asked, gently stroking his silky hair. "There was a big shake up in the company and they need him there m... m... m... Monday. All of us have to go because his company wants to make some kind of fucking statement." He blubbered. "I've got to help get all of our shit packed up this weekend, so I won't hardly be able to see you before I go." It broke my heart to hear that he was leaving and crushed it to see him hurting so badly. I reached for a box of tissues and gently dabbed at his face, wiping away the tears and the snot dripping from his nose. "Okay... blow." I told him, as I held the tissue to his nose. He smiled weakly, then did as he was told, letting me clean him up. "Thanks..." he whispered, giving me a tiny smile. I put the tissues back on my nightstand and giggled. "I think that's the first time those have ever been used for that." Billy looked at me, then the box of tissues, and started laughing. "I thought I had been getting all of you. Now I find out you've been cheating on me with your hand." "Oh yeah, like you haven't..." I teased, reaching for his belt. "Thanks... for being my best friend." He whispered, letting me undo his pants and letting them drop to the floor, before he pulled off my shirt and started undoing my pants. "I never said this but you know... I love you." I whispered, as my pants dropped to the floor. "No matter what happens... I will... always." "I love you too... I guess I've never had the `nads to say so before." He breathed, as our lips touched. The rest of that morning, the entire afternoon, and late into the evening we made love in my room, my shower, the kitchen (of course, Mom was gone until Sunday night.), the living room and the den. We finally collapsed, after countless orgasms, in my shower, then cleansed each other long after the water heater stopped keeping up. It was after 10, and after his Mom's third phone call that Billy finally left. Less than a month after losing Billy, my parents split up and my Mom and I had to move from the house I grew up in. So it was a succession of pretty traumatic experiences. I've kept in touch with Billy by email and the occasional phone call. We trade some pics and videos, but he's living in London now, which seems so impossibly far away. End Chapter 1