Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2011 16:48:42 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: Memories of Sixteen 12 Disclaimer: This story is true and happened just as it's written. Some literary license has been taken when it comes to what people said, but the events are real. The names have been changed for obvious reasons. If you are under 18 years old or offended by gay sex then please leave this site immediately. Memories of Sixteen 12 I didn't know what to say or do. We'd both just announced that we loved each other. "So, where do we go from here?" I said. "I don't know, but I'll worry about it in the morning. I'm worn out," Stevie replied and with that he curled up against me with his arm draped across my chest and closed his eyes. "Dufus," I said to him, pushed him off me, climbed off the bed, turned off the light, climbed back into bed, pulled him back to me, covered us both and went to sleep. At some point in the night we must have both moved because when the alarm went off the next morning we were lying on our sides, with Stevie in front of me and I was curled up tight against his back. My morning wood was sticking into his crack and my hand was draped over top of his hip and resting just above the base of his penis, which was also sporting his usual morning stiffness. I reached over and began stroking his hard cock and he shifted slightly and woke up. "Mmmm," he murmured, "s'nice." I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'd love to finish this, but we gotta get to practice." I took my hand, reluctantly, off his stiff penis and gave his bare ass a quick slap. "C'mon, let's get showered and get going." I got up and set up the shower and we both climbed in and cleaned ourselves off, then got dressed, grabbed some OJ and took off for school. For some reason (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) practice didn't go as well as usual. I couldn't seem to get in the flow and my timing was all wrong. I was glad when it was over and I could just get back under the showers and relax. I stayed there until the team had changed and then came out and started getting dressed. Stevie was waiting for me, of course. "Are you alright?" he asked, "You looked like you couldn't get it together in there today. What's up?" I looked around to make sure we were the only guys in the locker room. "Ahh, I think it's what happened last night. My minds all fucked up from it. I meant everything I said, but I just don't know what the fuck we're supposed to do now." He looked at me and said, "Ya know, I think we just go with it. We keep it to ourselves...." "Duhhh," I interrupted. "We keep it to ourselves and enjoy what we've got. Things'll turn out OK." "Ya know, you're probably right. How the fuck did you get so smart?" I kidded him. He just shrugged. I ruffled his hair and said, "OK. Let's get outta here. We're supposed to meet Shawn after practice." We walked out of the locker room and there was good ole Shawn, waiting for us. I could always count on my best friend. We headed over to the cafeteria and grabbed some muffins and juice and sat around for the half hour before school began shooting the shit. I asked Shawn if he wanted to hang out at my place after school. Unfortunately, he had to do some stuff with his parents, but he said he'd check about staying overnight since my folks were gone. School came and went and we were back in the water before we knew it. Swim, puke, swim, puke, swim, ogle the boys. And then it was time to head home. Stevie and I headed off and when we got back to the apartment, he had to go home, so I walked to the store to grab some junk food and on my way back bumped into Lane. He'd grown since the summer and had turned thirteen. We started talking and I mentioned that my parents were out of town and I had the place to myself. He thought that was really cool and said he wished he could come up, but he had homework to do. But he thought he might be able to get away tomorrow after school, so we agreed to meet at 6 at my place. I spent a quiet, boring night on my own, hit the sack early, jerked off thinking about fucking Stevie and woke up with the alarm the next morning. It was Friday. Last day of school for the week (YAY) and we had a meet that afternoon, which meant it was only a half day of school (double YAY). It also meant we had a team strategy meeting instead of a morning swim and they began at 8 instead of 7:30. I had time for breakfast, so I grabbed some OJ, cereal, and made myself a ham and cheese omelette. As I finished, the phone rang. It was Stevie telling me he'd be downstairs in 10 minutes, so I got dressed and headed downstairs and we headed for school. We had our meeting and then spent the morning in classes. At lunch, the team met in the locker room and the coach made sure we all had our ties on before we went into the cafeteria for lunch (yes, we wore ties on meet days, just like the other teams at the school did on their game days). We had a pre-game meal and then headed out to the bus for the trip across town to the school that was hosting the meet. Once there, we filed off the bus and into the locker room. And here was another of the benefits of being on the swim team. Unlike other sports teams that use separate locker rooms, swim teams all use the same one. So instead of having twenty naked boys to gawk at, I now had almost a hundred (be still my aching cock). Picture, if you will, one hundred incredibly fit teenage boys wandering around either in the nude or in Speedos and you can imagine what it was like in there. We got undressed and changed into our Speedos and headed out to the seating area until it was time for our event. The meet went well, we won some and we lost some, and then we went home. It was around 6 by the time we got back to the school, and raining, so some of the parents were there to pick up their kids. Stevie and I were able to catch a ride home with Bill and Bob, who'd been at the meet to watch Bill swim. Bill and his mom sat up front and I was sandwiched between Stevie on my left and Bob on my right. Stevie and I had our gym bags on our laps and part way through the drive, I felt a hand on my thigh, under the bag. Only thing was, it was my right thigh and the hand belonged to Bob. I glanced at Stevie and he didn't give any indication of seeing anything, then I checked to make sure no one in the front could see and then I looked at Bob and he was smiling slightly. His hand slowly wormed its way, under the bag, into my crotch, where it rested on my rapidly growing dick. As it grew, Bob slowly slid his hand back and forth along the shaft and I went fully hard. I kept looking around to make sure no one saw anything and no one had, but I was shitting myself. Here I was, in his mom's car, with his older brother in the front seat and my lover in the back, right beside me, and this thirteen year old kid's giving me a hand job. My brain was fried. He stopped as we got close to home, but by the time we parked, I was still in trouble. I had to hold my gym bag in front of me as I got out and said my thanks to Bill and Bob's mom. As I said goodbye, she said she heard my parents were out of town, so I explained what had happened and she invited me to come down for dinner. I had to ask for a rain check since I was expecting Shawn to come over, so she said she'd send some food up with one of the boys. I thanked her and said I'd really appreciate it and then Stevie and I went upstairs and I called Shawn. He said he'd be over in around an hour or so, once he'd finished some homework. Stevie came up and said he had to go home, but he was going to see if he could spend the weekend here and he'd let me know later. We kissed and said goodbye and then he went home. About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door and Bob was standing there with a dish of lasagne his mother had sent up for me. The wonderful lady knew just what to serve a hungry boy. I invited him in and he put the dish on the stove. "Bob, what the hell was that in the car?" I asked him. He looked sheepish and said, "I wanted to try something so I took a chance." "Fuck, man. If anyone had seen anything, I'd've been dead meat. Next time you get an urge to do something like that, don't." He looked like he was going to cry and started apologizing and I stopped him and asked, "Why did you want to do that, anyway?" He said he'd wanted to see what my cock was like all summer and had figured he'd take a chance. "So, did you get the answers you wanted?" I asked. "Not really," he replied. "I would have liked to see it and feel it for real." I went to the door and locked it and said, "Well, if you really want to see it, and you promise this doesn't leave this apartment, I'll let you." He swore on a stack of bibles that he wouldn't tell anyone, so I took him into my bedroom and lay down on my bed. "OK, I'm yours. Do what you want." Bob climbed onto the bed and put his hand on my cock and began kneading it through my jeans. I began to harden very quickly and he looked like he wanted to do more, but was unsure how to proceed. I undid the buttons on my fly and lay back. Bob took the hint and slid his hand up and into my fly, massaging my now rock hard dick through my underwear. I was wearing briefs that day and the outline of my cock was very clear. Bob had a kind of dazed look on his face and so I suggested he reach into my shorts and see how it felt, which he did. Needless to say, it felt great from my point of view. Bob then grabbed the sides of my underwear and jeans and began trying to pull them down, an act which was fairly difficult since my jeans were fairly tight, so I assisted him and he was able to get them below my knees. So here I was, naked from the waist down, on my bed, with a cute thirteen year old boy holding onto my cock. He started stroking my cock and I watched as his small hand slid up and down my hard shaft. He leaned over and licked the tip of my cock and I almost launched myself off the bed, I was so surprised. "Why don't you get undressed and we can jerk each other," I suggested. He sat back on his knees and thought about that for a few seconds and then started taking off his shirt. He then undid and slid off his jeans and sat there in his tighty-whiteys with his little penis tenting his shorts. I reached out and put my hand on his boner and was rewarded with a twitch. I began rubbing him through his shorts and he began pushing his hips against my hand, so I reached over and grabbed the waistband of his undies and pulled them down. He slid them and his jeans off the rest of the way and lay down on the bed beside me. I took off my shirt and we were both completely naked, except for our white sport socks. "Bill'd kill me if he ever finds out about this," I was thinking. And then Bob took hold of my penis and my large head stopped doing the thinking. Bob had grown a bit since the summer. He was around 4'10" and 110 lbs. His muscles had begun to develop. He had a flat stomach with an innie belly button and a chest that promised good things in the future. His penis was uncut, about 4 inches in length as it stood right now, with a small patch of soft dark brown hair above the base. His scrotum was completely hairless and wrinkled, holding a pair of balls the size of large olives. I wrapped my hand around Bob's shaft and started gently jerking him as he took me in his warm hand and did the same. We lay there for a few minutes stroking each other's cock and then I suggested that if he was willing we could try sucking each other. He said he'd like that and I suggested we try a sixty-nine, which he agreed to. We swung around on our sides facing each other and with my cock at the level of his face and his cock close to my lips. Since he was shorter than me, I had to hunch over a bit, but on our sides it wasn't a big problem. I put my hand on his hip and pulled him toward me, opened my mouth and slipped his hard little shaft in, closing my lips down on his cock. I heard him give a little gasp as I began dragging my lips and tongue along his little spike. Bob moved his head forward and was soon sucking on my raging boner. The kid was good, it was obvious he'd done this before and my penis was the beneficiary of his experience. "Ohhh Bob, that's really good," I moaned. He wrapped his hand around the base of my shaft and began stroking me while he sucked on the rest of my cock. The combination rapidly began to bring me closer to orgasm, especially when he increased the tempo of his stroking. I responded by tickling and kneading his balls as I sucked his cock from root to tip and could feel his little balls begin to shrink up toward his body and his cock begin to throb in my mouth. I wasn't as close to cumming as he appeared to be, and I figured I'd finish him first so I sped up. "Ohhhhh yeahhhh, oohhh yeeaahhh, awww mannnn, ohhh, ohhh , ohhhh, OH, OH, OH, OH, ooohhhh fffuuuuccckkkk" he cried as he began to cum in my mouth. Bob shot 3 or 4 small squirts of his young teen cum and that was all there was, his penis beginning to deflate fairly quickly. He'd stopped sucking me as he had his orgasm, but went right back to stroking and sucking as soon as he was finished. It wasn't long before I could feel everything building to my own climax. "Oh fuck, Oh shit, Bob, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck, oh fuck." I expected him to take his mouth off and finish me by hand, but he kept his mouth firmly clamped over the head of my cock, and when I began to cum he swallowed and swallowed and not a drop fell out of his cute little mouth. He slowly let my cock slip out of his mouth when I began to get soft. I swung around and leaned on my arm, looking at this naked thirteen year old boy who'd just expertly sucked me off and had to know. "You've done this before." I said. He smiled and nodded his head. "With who?" I asked. "Promise you won't say anything?" he asked, and I agreed. "Bill and I have been jerking and sucking each other for a couple of years now," he added quietly. You could have knocked me over with a feather. "Bill! Straight as an arrow Bill? You and Bill have been sucking each other?" Bob nodded and reminded me that I'd promised. I reassured him that I'd never say anything. "We've done more than that too," Bob added and I thought, "OK, now I've heard everything." "What do you mean more than that?" "We've put our dicks up each other's asses. It feels great," Bob replied. I was speechless. My straight as a die teammate was not only somewhat bent, but he was banging his own brother, while he was banging his girlfriend. "Holy crap," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. I would have followed this line to what may have been an interesting conclusion, but there was a sudden knocking on our door, which startled the hell out of me. I jumped up and we grabbed our clothes. I hustled Bob into the bathroom with his clothes and pulled on a pair of shorts without any underwear and a T-shirt. When I answered the door, there was Shawn. "What took ya, man?" he asked. I motioned for him to come in and closed the door. "I've got company," I replied. "Oh, is Steve here?" "No, not Steve. Wait, you'll see." I knocked on the bathroom door and called out, "You OK in there?" and Bob answered, "Yeah." "It's OK to come out," I said, "It's Shawn. He's staying over." "I'm not dressed." Bob whispered. "It's OK." I replied, "Shawn and I don't have any secrets and we've done this lots before. Is that OK?" "I.. I guess so," Bob answered and the door opened. Out stepped Bob, wearing only his tighty-whities again. Shawn's eyes went wide and the expression in his eyes said, "Holy shit." We all went into my bedroom where Shawn and I stripped out of our clothes quickly and now it was Bob's eyes' turn to go wide when he saw the size of Shawn's fleshy tube. His little cock went rigid and tented his undies. I reached over for him and pulled his undies off. I put him in between Shawn and me and reached down to stroke his erect penis. As I did, he grabbed Shawn's hunk of meat in his hand and wrapped his hand as far around as he could and began sliding it up and down Shawn's cock. I stopped jerking Bob and moved over beside Shawn, and as Bob jacked him, I slid my mouth over the head of Shawn's cock. Shawn took Bob's hand off his cock and pulled him into a kneeling position astride his chest and pulled Bob towards him, taking Bob's little cock in his mouth. Shawn had his hands on each of Bob's soft cheeks and was using them to push and pull Bob's penis in and out of his mouth. I slid my mouth slowly down Shawn's cock as far as I could and then used my throat muscles to milk him as I reached between his legs and played with his large balls. I began to bob my head driving my lips up and down Shawn's dick, my saliva coating it and dripping down his shaft. After a while of this, I moved my mouth back up to the head of his cock and gripped the shaft with my hand so my mouth rested on the ring formed by my thumb and forefinger. I slid both my hand and mouth up and down Shawn's dick like this and could feel him begin to thrust his hips up to meet my downward movement, driving more of his penis into my mouth. As I sped up, Shawn's cock became even harder and his balls drew up. I could hear, "Oh wow, awww shit, awwww, awwww, awwww, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuck that's amazing, oh fuck, don't stop, please," but it wasn't Shawn. It was Bob, giving vent to the feelings being created by Shawn's talented mouth on his young penis. I really wanted to watch Shawn blow the kid, so I figured I'd get Shawn off first and began bobbing my head faster and increased the pressure of my sucking and my hand. That did the trick. Shawn's balls pulled up hard, his hips bounced a couple of times and then thrust up and held and I could feel his cum travel up the tube on the underside of his cock and jet out into my waiting mouth. When Shawn finally stopped cumming, which seemed like 5 minutes, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, licked the last few drops off the head of his cock and swallowed them, then sat up and watched Shawn and Bob. Shawn was leaning back against my headboard, supported by my pillows and Bob was kneeling across his chest. Bob's cock was buried in Shawn's mouth and Shawn had one hand on Bob's back just at the top of his ass crack. His middle finger was sliding back and forth along Bob's crack as he pushed and guided Bob in and out of his mouth. His other hand was between Bob's legs, gently kneading his young pubescent balls, rolling them around in his scrotum. Bob was moaning, his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. Shawn had slowed down while he came, but now that he'd got his second wind, he picked up the pace. It was some sight; my best friend, naked, with my teammate's naked thirteen year old brother's cock in his mouth. I could only stare as Bob neared his climax. His ass cheeks tightened, he began panting, his face became a grimace, his hips thrust forward harder and he started moaning loudly, until with a loud cry of "OHHH FFFUUUCCKK I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNG," he did just that. Bob began shooting his load into Shawn's mouth and Shawn easily swallowed all of it. Bob's legs began to wobble as he came and his breathing became erratic and then when he'd finished shooting, he collapsed onto Shawn and gave him a huge hug. I was so hard, I swear I could have used my cock to cut glass and I badly needed some relief. Fortunately, Shawn was spending the weekend with me, so I knew relief was just around the corner. After we rested for a while, I realized that Bob needed to get back home, so we got dressed and I walked him to the door. Before he left he asked if he could come up and fool around with me again. I assured him that he could come up any time he wanted, as long as no one was home. He said he really enjoyed fooling around with Shawn as well, but next time wanted it to only be the two of us, so we could do more together. I said he could count on it. We hugged, he left and I went back to my still naked best friend for that relief I so badly needed.