Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 10:53:27 +0000
From: towles@mail.tds.net
Subject: Jeth

Hi, I am Dan. I have a story to tell, about Jeth. See, he is my best friend. I
mean BEST. I grew up with two sisters and a little brother and two parents.
(Only one now, my Dad left us last year.) None of my family meant as much to
me as Jeth. 

We first met in third grade I think it was. We bonded in an instant. What
happened was, an older guy was picking on me, making my life miserable. He
loved to do that. Just because I was wearing shorts. He said only fairies wear
shorts. Well, even though he had only been in our school for three days, Jeth
came right up to help me. I think only fairies talk about fairies, he said to
Brad, the guy beating up on me. Brad was stunned. What the fuck did you say
punk? You heard me says Jeth. Brad grabbed him around the throat. With one
quick knee to the crotch, Jeth put Brad away.

Then he helped me up. Thanks dude. That was awesome! He did not say a word,
just dusted me off. Turned out we had the same home room and math class. I
just had never noticed before.

We began spending time together. I mean, all our time. By grade six, we were
blood brothers. Literally--we cut out fingers like in the Tarzan movies or
whatever and held them together, our blood mixing. I wanted to mix so much
more with him.

It happened one June night after school was out. He was at my house for the
weekend. It was Friday night. Mom made us dinner (hamburgers and mac with
cheese). Boys, she said sternly. I am going out with a friend. I might not be
back until late. I ASSUME I can trust you to be good? Course, Mom. Jeth and I
grinned evilly to each other when she went to the sink. No rough housing, no
friends over. OK? Yes, Mommy. She glared at me. I only called her Mommy when I
was messing around with her. DANIEL? Ma'am? Did I make myself clear? Yes ma'am.

She got really dolled up with perfume and everything and a really sexy dress.
Whoa--must be somebody special, I told Jeth. Yeah, whenever Mom does that for
Dad, it means a lot of groaning and grunting from their bedroom later. That
broke us up. Mom glared but let us be. Soon, the doorbell rang. Answer it,
Dan. I did. I was stunned to see my track coach at the door. Well hi, Dan. He
put his hand out. I did not know what to say, so I mumbled, come on in. Hey
Jeth, you going to try out this year? Yes sir, I think so. Good! You have good
legs. We need to get them in shape to beat some Rucker High ass...er, butt.
YES SIR, Jeth liked that idea!

They FINALLY left. Dan, remember what I said. No fighting or friends over. Ok?
Yes Mommy. I winked. She was about to swat me when coach pulled her out the
door. They were gone. Jeth and I whooped and ran to my room. He jumped on my
bed and I did the same. NOW. What do we do, he asked. Let's do some music
first, as I punched the CD button. Our favorite band came on. Jeth laid back
on my pillow. Mellow, he said. I was excited to think that his head was on my
pillow. I was turned on by him major time, but I never let him know.

Now what, he asked? Maybe a tickle! He knew how ticklish I was, and started to
tickle my sides--the worst part. I erupted in pleasure and pain--tickling
hurts too, you know. He did not stop. I rolled off the bed, and he was on top
of me in a second.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked very serious. I thought I had done something
wrong (I had punched him hard). He bent over me. His face was just inches away
from mine. He kept coming lower. His lips grazed mine. I was stunned. His lips
came back, but this time they pressed mine hard. Then, his mouth opened and
his tongue pushed my lips. I opened my lips, and his hard tongue entered me. I
started punching back with my tongue. Our spit flowed between our mouths.

His left hand roamed down my body. It stopped on my bulging crotch. He began
to rub me there gently. Dude, I am going to undress you, he said. First, he
took off my Adidas, then my socks. Then, he pulled off my sweat shirt. He
started to lick my nipples, then my arm pits. I had a little hair there by
then. Then, he unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled them down. I just had on my
jockies now. He put his face on my bulge and smelled me. Oh, I like your
perfume! I had so much pent up emotion that I roared with laughter at that.
He smiled back at me. His mouth found the head of my dick, up next to the
waistband of my underpants. He opened his mouth, and my dick head felt the
warmth of his spit. His left hand gentle squeezed my ballsac through my briefs.

He stopped and got up. Think I will get comfortable now, he said, as he pulled
his shirt off...


Jeth-2

As his zipper came down, his powder blue briefs came into view. He had always
liked colored underwear--the wilder the better. I stuck with plain vanilla
Jockeys my Mom bought for me.  Oh, a few times when I stayed over with him for
the weekend, I would sneak a pair of his out of the hamper. After smelling
them, I would put them on. Sometimes I actually wore them home. When I did
that, I would always sniff and lick them, then jerk of in them.I took them
back with my cum in them. Maybe one of my sperms would survive the wash and
end up snuggled against his balls.

And man, did he have balls! His penis was similar to mine, about 3" soft,
don't know how big he was hard (I am 6.5") but his jewels were fantastic. They
hung in a bright pink sack about 4 or 5" down from his cock. Each ball looked
about the size of a lemon.  His blue Calvins could hardly contain them. They
stretched the leg bands away from his thighs and peeked out.

I could see he was hard now--his prick rose up along his left side, almost
reaching the white waistband of his briefs. There was a wet spot where it
ended. Looks like he is maybe 6 or 7" and thick. He moved over to the bed.
Pull them off for me, he said. I carefully pulled them away from his engorged
cock and off. His huge ballsack flopped out and hung there while his dick
stood at attention against his belly. From tip of glans to bottom of balls was
probably 12". I intended to lick all of it. Several times.

He sat beside me. Lets gets these off, rubbing my Jockeys. If you want, guess
I could. His smile was broad and white with perfect teeth. Let me do it with
my mouth, he said. Turn over. I got on my tummy with my butt up in the air. He
grabbed the waistband of my Jockeys in his teeth just above my ass and started
to pull them south. They moved part way down and stopped. He pulled, they just
stretched. Suddenly, he made a growling sound. With his teeth, he ripped my
Jockeys off of me. Oh man, Mom is gonna kill me. There are more where those
came from.

Then he laid on his back on the bed and slipped under me. Nothing happened at
first. Then, his tongue gently wiped against my balls and slowly up my shaft.
He licked and nibbled my pubic hair. Then he got down to the business of my
leaking cock. After gently licking the precum off of my hole, he sucked me in.
Like, he gobbled me! I was not prepared for this. I humped his tender lips
one, two times. Then the flood came. My balls pulled up almost inside me to
produce the most intense orgasm I ever had. I must have pumped a cup of my boy
milk. About a month's work of jack offs. He moaned his pleasure at my gift.
When it was over, I collapsed on my back. Thanks, lover, Jeth said. He kissed
me. Not just a kiss. He had saved a mouthfull of my cum. He let it slowly seep
into my mouth as we kissed. It was so hot!

He sat up and smiled. Now, it is my turn!