Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 01:14:08 EST From: Savy779@aol.com Subject: Jarson's Dream Please, if you're not interested in sex between young boys, or the subject offfends you read no further. If you think you might enjoy read on. Dend any comments to, ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jarson was my best friend. Why he was named Jarson no one seemed to know. Everyone called him Jar. I was three months older than jar. We were born and raised in the same town and on the same street. Our moms were friends and they did almost everything together. We were always toghther. We stayed over at each others homes. We played in the same cribs and sand boxes. Swung on the same swings and slid sown the same slides. When we were infants we wore the same clothes, like twins. I remember the day that this story began. I was staying over at Jars, and we had played hard and fast all day. We were six years old, and like any little kids we wore our selves out. It was summer time, and Jars mom fixed us dinner early, and then said we had to take baths. We giggled as we had taken baths before and the were fun. His mom filled the tub and we eagerly climed in and began fooling around as kid do. His mom left us alone as we splashed in the soapy water..We were seated face to face and my foot sliped between Jars legs and touched his penis. We both stopped and looked at each other My foot was still pressing his tiny dick, and I tingled with excitment.Electric! I felt his penis harden. I rubbed some and Jar smiled. Now my little cock was hard. I didn't know of course what what was going on, but it felt so good that I didn't want to stop. Then his mom came back and told us to get out and dry off and get into our pjs. We both stood and our dicks were still hard, but his mom didn't seem to notice. We dried off not saying much, and got into our pajamas. Down stairs we watched something stupid on tv, and had some pop and snacks. We still were'nt talking alot. Somethig had happened. Neither of us knew exactly what, after all we were six years old. At nine his mom said, "that it was time to hit the hay." And we headed upstairs to Jars bedroom. His mom tucked us in. We slept in jars bed. It was a double, and so much larger than mine at home. I really liked his bed. We talked a bit, but still something wasn't being said. Finally Jar said good night and and rolled onto his back. He always slept on his back. I looked at his face and something stirred deep down inside of me. A yearning of some sort that I didn't know what it was. I lay there for about fifteen minutes thinkig about the bath tub and feelin Jars penis get hard while my foot touched it, and as I thought about it my dick was getting hard now. I needed to do something but still not sure what. I didnt know about sex I was six years old, but that churning in my groin and body was yelling for something. I looked over at Jar and he seemed asleep. His breathing was even. I reached my hand across the bed and felt his soft pajamas and his leg. He didn't move and kept an even breath. I rolled next to his body and put my hand on his thigh and moved it towards his crotch. I could feel his warmth through the fabric. The fly on the pjs was open as I slipped my hand in and felt the smooth skin of his belly. It was so warm and soft, I moved my head down next to his fly, and I don't know where this notion came from, but I wanted to put Jars dick into my mouth. I untied his pj string and pulled them open. Still Jar didn't stir. I put my head bellow his navel an inhaled his youthful scent. Sweet smell of soap and clean clothes. The aroma off his skin was a childs, and i wanted to kiss his skin. My mouth found his penis and my lips touched the tiny head. It was soft and rubberey. I put my mouth over his penis and as I did so his dick began to grow hard and longer. What a thrill. His penis was growing in my mouth. My own dick was like iron ready to bursr my pjs. I was sucking Jars cock and loving it and him. His penis was as long as my pinky. He was circumsized and I fell in love with the little head. The wee helmet. The taste was hard to explain, but it tasted wonderful as I continued to suck. I put my hand between his legs and felt his ball sac. It was hard and soft, and I wanted his balls in my mouth too. I moved my head lower and licked his ball sac and indide his thigh. My body was on fire with excitment and I must have had a few dry ejaculations, and still Jar didn't move. I went back to his penis and began to suck again. Now his body was moving as I sucked, and then he tensed and began to shake. "what was that?" "What?" "Wow, I had the funniest dream ."Jar said "Was it good?" I said trying to pull my pjs up. "Yeah! lets go to sleep." We had a great time the next day. Doing what little kids do, and when it was over we took a bath and went to bed.This time we wore only under pants. Jar said, " I want that same dream tonight." I said, "Okay!" Jar and I had many stayovers during the next three years, and each night we had the same dream. We loved each other, and though we didn't want our mons to know, we didn't think anything wrong with what we did. Jar moved when we were nine, and we cried for days before he left. By this time our sex had gotten better. We kissed. We made love. I missed him so much. My heart was broken. It's three years later and Jar is moving back to town. We're now thirteen, and haven't seen each other in almost four years. My cock is longer than it was then.not huge, but it's nice and it's growing, and I've a slight fringe of soft blonde hair, I wonder what Jar looks like? Now I know about queers. Does he? Will he hate me? I have only jacked off since our sex. When I do, I fantasize about Jar and his precious little penis. I've tried sucking myself, only to get spurts of cum on my face. Does he cum? Will I get to taste it? There are guys I think about in school, but I'm afraid to try anything. Has Jar? He'll be here tommorow. I can't wait. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: let me know what you think at savy779@aol.com