Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2018 13:10:34 -0400
From: TandM <TandM@ntelos.net>
Subject: John's house (Young Friends)

Growing up I had two friends that lived within a block of my house and
were the same age. One who was shy and very nice who I won't spend much
time talking about in this story, and the other named John who was a lot
of fun because he was as curious about sex as I was from a very young
age. Boy did we ever explore and act on that curiosity.

By the time we were in high school we had progress into pretty well
defined roles when it came to "fooling around" as John always called it.
He also used the word "use" for the things he'd want to do. For example,
he never asked me to give him a "blowjob" or "head," instead he'd ask to
"use" my mouth, like we were sharing a towel. I think it was his
catholic guilt that made him play with the semantics of our sex acts. He
also preferred to be the more dominant or masculine person when we
"fooled around." Which I had come to accept, and was perfectly fine with
because it was all just really fun for me, and in many ways even more
exciting being the "naughtier" of the two of us, since I was willing to
be used by him, and it shaped my feelings about sex for ever going forward.

In our sophomore year we both ran X country and Track, so 5 days a week
for two thirds of the school year we'd shower together and we had
lockers in the same isle. We also, of course walked home together. It
was usually on our walk home when I I'd find out what John was thinking,
because it would be during this time he'd ask which way we would walk.
If he asked if I wanted to walk down his street which would be just
slightly out of my way, I knew he was feeling me out about "fooling
around"and letting me know his parents wouldn't be home. So if he asked,
I ALWAYS agreed to go down his street. When we'd get to his house I'd
ask for a drink of water and he'd oblige and invite me in, and for some
reason we'd end up in his room "fooling around" for an extended period
of time. Much longer then was needed for a simple drink of water, but
that was our routine.

Both his parents worked but they had varying schedules so it was
unpredictable as to when one or both would be getting home and he rarely
knew more then a day or two ahead of time. Also, he had and older and
younger sister who only slightly figured into our plans because they
didn't stop us from "fooling around" they only limited the extent and
locations. If his younger sister was home alone when we got there then
we could do what we wanted, as long as we stayed in his room for the
duration. But his older sister would come knocking on his door if we
were in there for 20-30 minutes just to try and bust us doing whatever.
Especially if all she heard was the music we used to cover any other
sounds we'd make.

One day stands out because it was the first of what would happen many
more times but wasn't our normal foreplay if you will, in our lead up to
"fooling around." During practice while we were on a long run John came
up and in a hushed voice told me to just collect my stuff from the
locker room and we'd head to his house, and I responded with a curious
"ok." As we walked away from school he informed me that no one was going
to be at his house for several hours so we could shower and do whatever
we wanted. I knew exactly what "whatever" was going to be but he was
obviously excited that we'd have no limits to our "fooling around." On
our very hurried walk to his house he told me his Dad was working a
double and his Mom and both sisters were going shopping and wouldn't be
home until well after their normal dinner hour.

When we got to his house he locked the door behind us and then walked
through the whole house ensuring that it was just the two of us. With
that proving to be the case he walked back towards me while pulling off
his sweat shirt and tee shirt and said "follow me." We headed upstairs
to the bathroom and he quickly dropped his shorts and jock strap and
told me to hurry up and get in with him. We each took turns lathering up
the other but shampooed our own hair and rinsed off, got out, and took
turns toweling off.

We headed downstairs to the living room and turned on the T.V. And then
he sat on the couch reclined into one end with one leg up on the middle
cushion and the other on the floor. Before I could settle on where I was
going to sit he said to me that he had been wanting to "use" my mouth
all day and when he found out we'd have the house to our selves he'd
been thinking how nice it would be to relax and feel the warmth of my
mouth on him. I smiled knowing full well he was telling the truth, that
he'd probably woke up thinking about getting to the point where he could
ask to "use" my mouth, but I knew that while he laid back and relaxed
I'd be in for some work. As I sat down on the middle cushion in between
his legs I made sure I could lean over at the perfect distance to allow
me to not only take his cock in to my mouth, but also get to his balls
so I could alternate as I needed because when he didn't feel rushed
getting him to climax could take a while. Again, I didn't mind my "role"
as submissive pleasure giver but it was still work, that's why it's
called a "blowjob." As I went to work he stroked my wet hair running his
fingers through it and as we got closer to his climax he would pause his
hand on the back of head as I felt the tell tale signs of his orgasm,
the swelling of his cock head, his balls drawing up, and his stomach
tightening. I felt powerful when these signs started to present
themselves as a job well done and I pulled off of his cock and went to
sucking his balls taking one and then the other into my mouth while he
moaned with both pleasure and frustration of his denied release, so I
return his cock head to my mouth and slowly used my hand to stroke his
cock shaft and in a few short strokes I felt his hand hold my head
firmly in place and I soon felt the pulsing jets of his cum load filling
my mouth and I angled my head so they hit the roof of my mouth and land
on my tongue, which made it much easier to swallow his entire load
without losing any from around my lips and as he relaxed his grip on my
head and finished ejaculating into my mouth, I return to sucking his
balls and which let me also finish swallowing and with a smile I looked
up and and asked, like I always did, "is that how you wanted to use my
mouth?" I rested my head on his thigh and slowly rubbed his now soft
cock and empty balls and responded in a satisfied voice "oh yeah," and
in a short time he asked if I wanted to have a snack or drink, I moved
off of him so he could stand, and we went into the kitchen to rummage,
but all I really wanted was to keep on "fooling around," but I knew him
very well, and he needed to recover before he could ask to "use" me
again, but I knew it would be soon,

He grabbed some marshmallows and a soda offering me both , I declined
and got a glass of water and headed back to the couch where we both
planted ourselves at opposite ends. When he finished his snack and was
halfway through his soda John suggested we go to his room and listen to
some music, which was his way of saying we needed a bed for the next
round of "fooling around." So we headed upstairs to his room.

He asked if I had a preference for what he put on and I said no, knowing
I really wasn't going to be paying attention to the music in a little
while. As he picked out something I could tell he was slowly working up
to asking to use me in a very different way, but one that he had done
more times then I could remember, and was again happy to let him. As we
sat on the bed he finished his soda and asked if there was something I'd
like to do, and I knew that was my cue to suggest we 69 for a while and
he smiled and said "great" and we easily moved into our position with
him on his back and me on top sucking his quickly stiffening cock into
my mouth while he licked at my balls and rimmed my ass. We did this for
a good long while as he worked up to his next big "use" request, and
knowing what he wanted I only teased the head of his hard but sensitive
cock so he'd be ready when he made his request "to use" my ass.

In a heavy voice, after spending a long time rimming and licking my butt
I heard him ask "can I use your ass, please?" I stroked him with my hand
to keep him hard and slowly respond...."hmmmm, if I get to pick the
position." To which he eagerly agreed. I only really liked one of the
three we "used" with any regularity and that was missionary. The other
two being "doggie" and me flat on my belly with a pillow under my hips
were fun, and I loved feeling him cumin inside me in those positions,
but only one, on my back with my legs up on his shoulders, did his cock
rub me the right way to give me an orgasm too, usually before he came,
and maybe seeing me cum would be what sent him over the edge.

As we moved into the position I got a lot of saliva in my mouth and one
last time I coated his cock in my mouth so it was slick and well lubed.
I got on my back, raised and rested my legs on his shoulders, John held
his cock head at my asshole and slowly started to pushed it in as I
pushed back relaxing my sphincter allowing him slow entry. We both
moaned, louder then when his sisters would be home, and in less the 30
seconds he was completely in me to the base of his cock. Now he started
to move very slightly in and out being sure to never pull out enough to
completely come out of me. We soon found our rhythm and his full stroke
was only pulling out his cock half way, always keeping pressure on what
I now know as my prostrate and I could feel myself start to shutter and
I gave my cock a few strokes and start shooting my cum on chest and
belly, next John was again buried completely in me and he was making
spastic motions and I felt his cum make me much slicker. He stayed
pressed firmly against me as he held my legs at the bend of my knees,
and as his softening cock slowly slid out of ass I could feel some of
his warm cum flow out of me and down the crack of my ass, he let my legs
go as he laid his spent body on top of mine spreading my cum between the
two of us and he laid his head against mine and we caught our breath and
this time I stroked the back of his head running my fingers through his
hair until we both recovered. I told him how great that felt and
reassured him by saying thank you for "using" my ass. As we came back
from our state of bliss, I realized that despite John's family's absence
I would be expected home and we'd been "fooling around" for well over an
hour, when we usually never took more then 30 minutes to get our fill of
heart pounding, exciting pleasure from our naughty behavior. We ambled
into the bathroom and once again got into the shower together, this time
only rinsing off and quickly toweling off and drying my hair enough that
it will appear like I showered at school. As I pulled on my clothes we
agreed to do something tomorrow since it was a Saturday and we headed
for the door. We smiled at each other and again reaffirmed our get
together tomorrow and I walked out and as I walked the short distance to
my house wondering what was for dinner I felt a little fluid trying to
leak out of my used ass and grinned thinking to myself that if John only
knew just how much fun it really was for me to be "used" by him.