Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2017 18:01:13 -0400 From: Flip Flop Foot Freak Subject: Humping with Kevin Humping with Kevin, This story is true and has very little embellishment. Most of the quotes are to the best of my memory and are meant to paint a picture of the event. Do not read if you are under your local legal age. Author retails all rights to this work. FFFF Copyright 2017 Donate to Nifty Boy/boy, frot Young Friends PROLOGUE I have started writing more stories and I always had this one in the back of my mind and finally decided to put in in writing. Some may remember that I have a thing for chubby boys, feet, and other types of sexual interests but I thought that some might be interested in one of my first sexual encounters where I and a boy in the neighborhood found not only friendship but affection that no one else knew about. Now on with the story: I was discussing my first sexual experiences with a friend and I remembered a boy. Thinking back on it I started to remember some details around what we did together and the memories started coming back. This is the story as I recall it. When I was about 12 I met a boy named Kevin. He was a year younger than I was so that would make him about 11. He lived around the corner from me about 4 houses down in a generic split-level housing development that I think was from the mid-70's's, relatively new, this story takes place in the early 80's. He was about a 5'4'', shaggy haired blond, hazel eyes, pale skin, not really chubby but had a little baby fat on him. At that time, I was about the same height with darker skin, brown hair and eyes, was very skinny and wore glasses. Kind of a nerdy-geeky kid. We first met down at the creek near where we lived so because there were few kids our age in that neighborhood we became fast friends. I remember it was also in the fall because school had just started. We started hanging out a lot in the evenings and weekends, often just trying to alleviate the boredom that accompanied being a kid. We pretty much acted like normal boys our age but there was one thing that started happening that changed me forever. During the winter when it was cold he liked to cuddle under a blanket on the couch when we watched TV. This may not seem too strange at first, it was us under a blanket with plenty of room the we would sit closer and closer eventually it was nothing for us to sit under the blanket right next to one another warming ourselves. Being rambunctious boys there was always jabbing, poking, and fooling around that would eventually lead to us wrestling around on the couch with one of us trying to make the other submit. Through all the giggling and roughhousing it was always obvious that we both got aroused because we could feel our small but hard as a rock cocks grinding into each other. One would give in and that is where it stopped until something changed. A switch flicked in one or both of us and things went further one day. I will preface this by saying that I had done a little bit with other boys before, just "show me yours and..." and I did touch another boys cock a couple of times, and I will say that the thought had crossed my mind that I wanted to see Kevin naked and maybe fool around a little but it never went past a thought. The first time was like a dream but I will never forget it. It began as it usually did, wrestling around on the couch, laughing with us trying to pin each other down, cocks straining against our underwear and he got me pinned down. This is when the switch flipped and where not a word was said. He was sitting in my lap, facing me and he had my hands sort of pinned above my head and we were giggling and his cock was against mine and he gave a couple of tentative humps and I humped back. We started laughing like little school boys randomly humping back and forth. Then things got serious, our smiles went away and we looked into each others eyes. He slowly put his hands on my shoulders, mine around his waist, I spread my legs a bit so he could fit between them, and we started slowly humping. There was no resistance at all from either of us. I remember that we were wearing loose sweat pants and t-shirts, I had socks on and he was barefoot. As we ground slowly our eyes never looked away we just kept looking deep into one another's souls. As things got more intense our breathing became heavier and I remember that we were eating potato chips and drinking cokes so I remember the smell of his breath as his face got closer to mine. We didn't kiss but he put his head on my shoulder as we humped away. Then we started grinding faster and harder he would hug me tight as I grabbed his ass and started pulling him into me as hard and as tight as I could, matching each thrust. I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear and mine into his, his shaggy hair getting into my mouth as our lungs struggled for breath our faces touching, it was very intense! To this day I STILL love that heavy breathing in my ear! When our orgasms hit I remember his back arching, his cock thrusting into mine, his body went rigid, he stopped breathing, shook, then a little squeak, then a long exhale. That sent me over the edge with me bucking against him thrusting and hyperventilating pulling his body into mine as tightly as I could. After our orgasmic high, we giggled a little about the wet spots on our sweats and then just went back to watching TV like nothing happened. This scenario played out many times over the coming months and then later there were less and less clothes involved, first no shirts, then no shorts or pants, then the underwear came off where we were finally doing it naked in the heat of the summer, sweat pouring off of us, either in our bedrooms, in his tree-house, or down by the creek. Because puberty started setting in around this time, our cocks started growing more, the wet spots turned into ejaculation of a little watery sperm, first from me and then soon after he started, and because of the sweat and natural lube we were sliding back and forth which only intensified the experience. During that summer his cock grew to a respectable 4" matching my own in size and when I would look at his pale white rod I always got so turned on! Secretly I had an urge where I really REALLY wanted to suck it but it just never happened. I don't know what his thoughts were on the subject, but I subconsciously knew that I didn't want to stop what we were doing so I never went there. When we were naked and alone we did switch things up a bit, sometimes me on top, sometimes him, we moved to wrapping our legs around each other, I would lay on his back and hump him with my slippery cock sliding in his butt crack, and then he would do the same but the ending was always the same, him on top of me, us hugging each other as hard as possible, stop, shake, squeak, sigh. I don't think it ever occurred to us to actually fuck each other, but it was very close. Sometimes it barely happened once a week, other times it was a daily occurrence, especially during the summer when we had a lot of alone time. During the summer, he also ran around barefoot a lot and always no shoes in the house and I don't remember being into his feet necessarily but the seed might have been planted there for the foot obsession that I have today. But, that aside, there was barely any moaning, there was no 'oh yeah' or 'harder/faster' or any verbal anything, just heavy breathing, which looking back was probably the most erotic thing ever. Neither of us were trying to enhance anything by dirty talk. It was just pure animalistic lust between two very horny boys. The interesting thing about Kevin and I is that we never ever talked about it. We never said, 'you wanna...' or 'can we...', or 'remember when we...', we just looked at each other and our eyes knew it, someone would initiate a touch somehow and it just happened. During sleep over's we usually cuddled and humped, but we never held hands, kissed, sucked cock, or looked at one another with longing, we just acted like a couple of dumb kids, riding bikes, getting dirty, getting to trouble sometimes, just normal boy stuff. But when we were alone and the urge hit, a knee was touched, or an ass grabbed, we looked into each others eyes and we knew. The giggling started, then the wrestling, then the clothes often came off and we were at it once more. In retrospect, it was kind of predictable but when you are that young, any intense touching was exciting. After a couple of years it stopped because I had moved anyway but it was fantastic while it lasted.