Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 04:56:59 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: Memories of Sixteen 3 Disclaimer: This story is true and happened just as it's written. Some literary license has been taken. 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 - 3 We broke our kiss and stood there looking at each other. "Wow!" we both said at the same time. The sound of rain battering the roof and walls of the shed suddenly became apparent, now that we'd stopped concentrating so hard on each other. "Sounds like we may be stuck in here for a while," I said. "At least until the rain lets up a bit." "Fine with me," replied Lane. "But, what're we gonna do to kill the time?" "Oh, I think we can think of something," I laughed. Looking into each other's eyes, we both leaned forward and our lips met. I licked across Lane's soft lips and he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, meeting mine. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and our hands began to explore each other's bodies. I slid my hands under his T-shirt and up his chest tweaking first one little nipple and then the next. I then slid my hands around his sides to his back and pulled him closer into me. Lane had his arms wrapped tightly around me. I dropped one hand down to cup one of his firm, soft ass cheeks and then let it wander across to the other cheek and as I did so, I slid my fingers along his crevice. Lane began breathing harder as I did this, so I slid my fingers deeper into his crack and began gently tickling his anus. He responded by pushing his butt against my hand. "Can I try something?" I asked. He simply nodded. I brought my hand to my mouth and stuck my middle finger in, getting it really wet. Then I reached back down to his ass and spread his cheeks with both hands. I slid my wet finger onto his tight little pucker and tickled it a little before adding pressure and wriggling it at the entrance to his hole. With a sharp hissing intake of breath, Lane involuntarily tightened up, but I kept my finger in place. "Just try and relax as much as you can." Lane nodded and I could feel him consciously try to relax. His little pucker loosened slightly, just enough for me to get the tip of my finger into the entrance. I stopped there because I could sense that I wouldn't get any farther right now and that the friction was getting to be too much. I kept my finger in place and gently twirled it, but judging by the grimace on my little boy's face, it just wasn't going to go in any farther, so I reluctantly slid it out. "I'm really sorry," Lane began, as tears started to well up in his eyes. "I didn't want to disappoint you. I really wanted you to do it, but it just hurt too much." I leaned in and kissed his lips. "Sshhh. Don't worry about it," I said, "You're just not ready yet. When you are, we'll try again." Lane grabbed me around the waist and gave me a huge hug. I kissed the top of his head and returned the hug. My sixteen year old cock responded just as you would have expected it to. Within microseconds, I was boned up and incredibly sensitive. The friction of Lane's body against it began to cause me to breathe harder and my cock to twitch. Lane felt this and reaching down, grabbed hold of it. He broke the hug, knelt in front of me and took my throbbing, leaking dick in his mouth. At this point, it only took a few strokes and I was done. I blasted three or four shots of cum into Lane's mouth and he swallowed all of it. I pulled him up and putting my hands under his arms, lifted him up until our faces were level. Lane wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist as we kissed. It didn't sound like the rain was going to let up any time soon, so I suggested we should probably just make a mad dash to the apartment building, or we'd end up staying here all night. After all, we were wearing our swim suits, or would be once we got dressed again. Lane reluctantly agreed. So, after pulling on our Speedos, we grabbed our towels, made sure everything was where it was supposed to be in the shed and jumped out the door. I had to lock it and then we ran to the gate, which I had to unlock and then re-lock after we left. By this point, we were both soaked to the skin, so we just walked across the yard to the building and into the lobby, our shoes squeaking on the tiled floor as we went to the elevators. "Hey guys," someone called as we made our way across the lobby. "Got a little wet, eh?" I turned and there was Stevie. He'd been sitting in one of the lobby chairs and I hadn't noticed him until he'd spoken. "Yeah, it's really comin' down out there," I replied. "You guys get stuck in the pool shed?" questioned Stevie, with a slight smirk. The hairs on the back of my neck began to tingle. Did this kid know what was going on in there, or was he just being a smartass? "Yeah, we'd just got all the equipment in before it started pissing, so we figured we'd wait until it let up, but it didn't, so we figured, screw it, and came in." "Makes sense to me," he said. "But next time you, umm...wait, you should be more quiet. I saw you guys go in and thought it seemed interesting, so I stuck around. You guys made a lot of noise in there." My heart was in my throat. I looked at Lane and could see he was scared too. "Don't worry, I'm not going to squeal on ya. But if you're getting together tomorrow, how about letting me in as well," said Stevie quietly. I was speechless. Not only was he not going to tell anyone, this little hunk wanted in on the action. I looked at Lane and he nodded, so I said, "Uh, OK. Come by the pool tomorrow afternoon and we'll let you know if we're on." "Cool," said Stevie and we all got on the elevator for the ride to our floors. Unfortunately, the storm that had boiled in the previous day had lingered, with strong winds, lots of rain and occasional thunder, meaning that swimming was out of the question. It also meant that pool maintenance wasn't required until the storm blew over. It looked like my plans to get together with Lane and Stevie were on hold for now, a probability that left me increasingly horny and, as a result, increasingly irritable. Fortunately, my parents put my bad temper down to puberty. I took the opportunity afforded by the weather to run across the street to see my best friend, Shawn. We'd met in grade five, when I'd transferred schools, and become immediate friends. Shawn was tall, gangly, with long blonde hair and had that infectious kind of laugh that cracks you up when you hear it. He also had the biggest dick I'd ever seen, and by the time I was sixteen, I'd seen quite a few in the showers at school and at the pool after swim team practice. As most boys will do, at some point, we measured each others' penises. Mine measured a healthy seven inches from root to tip and five inches around. Shawn packed a full eight and a half inches in length and six inches around. Shawn and I had learned about sex together, although he seemed to have a slight edge on me in that department. It was Shawn who, when we were 11, first broached the subject of jerking off together and then jerking each other off. It was Shawn who first suggested that we try blowing each other, something I'd only heard mention of at the time. It sounded cool, so I agreed, but neither of us really knew what we were doing. Shawn had scored a porn magazine that had pictures of men and women having sex and we dug through it until we came to one that showed a woman with her lips wrapped around a guy's dick. Well, we started there and after much trial and error, including a few tooth-scratched shafts, had developed a pretty good capability, eventually progressing to the point where we learned to swallow each other's cum. The only thing we never did was kiss. I got to Shawn's house without getting too wet and we headed for his room. His parents were at work and wouldn't be home until sometime after six, which meant we had the whole day and the whole house to ourselves. I grabbed a towel from Shawn's bathroom and towelled off my hair, face and neck so I wouldn't drip all over the place. Once I was dry, we sat on his bed and tried to figure out what to do for the day. This was, after all, the early seventies. No computers, no cell phones, no Playstation or Nintendo DS's. And since it was pouring out, doing anything outside was also out of the question. We decided to watch some TV for a while. As we were watching, I remarked to him about the incident with Lane, not mentioning names and told him about my upcoming get together with Lane and Stevie. Shawn asked me what I'd done with Lane and I explained in detail, which, of course, got us both hard. We both reached over to the other's crotch and started rubbing each other's cocks. Within minutes we were both completely naked and hard as rocks. Shawn got down on his knees in front of me as I sat on the couch and took my dick in his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down on it. I stopped him and suggested we'd be more comfortable on his bed, so we moved into his room. We then shifted so we were lying on our sides, facing each other's dick. We took each other's cock in our mouths at pretty much the same time and spent the next ten minutes sucking each other for all we were worth. I could usually get almost all of Shawn's penis in my mouth, but the last inch was always difficult. However, today I tried as hard as I could to suppress my gag reflex and pushed my mouth all the way down his huge shaft, eventually resting my nose in his blonde bush. Instead of sliding my mouth along his dick, I tried milking it with my tongue and throat and was rewarded with a loud moan from Shawn. "Oh man, that's fuckin' amazing," he moaned. "It feels like a fucking milking machine." "Mm-mmph," was all I could respond and Shawn started laughing, which had two effects. First, since he'd put my cock back in his mouth it added more stimulation, pushing me over the edge, and second, his cock started twitching as he laughed, which increased the stimulation on his dick, causing him to blast his load straight into my throat. His laughter turned into grunts and groans as we both unloaded our balls into each other's warm mouths. I slowly let his cock slip out of my throat and mouth, making sure to get any cum remaining on his shaft, while Shawn returned the favour. Once we'd calmed down and caught our breath, we laid back on his bed, with our heads resting on each other's shoulder and our free hand gently stroking each others' chest, belly and down into our pubes. "So, do you think maybe, you and me and the kid could get together sometime?" Shawn asked. "I don't know, but I'll ask him if he'd be cool with that," I said. "I hope so. That'd be so cool." We spent the next few hours jerking and sucking each other, and I'm absolutely sure Shawn was thinking about Lane during this time. I know I was. When I got back to the apartment, my mom and dad told me that they had to go to Buffalo for a few days, starting tomorrow morning, since one of our relatives was sick. Being sixteen, they figured I was capable of looking after myself, but that they would check in every so often to make sure everything was alright. The first thought through my sperm- and hormone-addled brain was, "Maybe I can get the boys to come up here tomorrow," but what I said was, "OK, I'll be fine. You guys just drive carefully." The next morning my parents and I were up early to make sure they would beat the traffic on the highway. We said our goodbyes, hugged and mom gave me a kiss and they were off. And so was I. The weather had cleared somewhat, but it was still cloudy. However, as it can do in Southern Ontario, it had become really humid, which made it feel like ninety degrees, so I knew a lot of people would want to hit the pool. I made a point of getting out there early to clean the pool, since the wind and rain had knocked a ton of leaves off the surrounding trees and into the water, and to check the pH balance. Once all that was taken care of, I still had about a half hour before I had to open the pool, so I jumped in, swam a bunch of laps and did some drownproofing. By the time I climbed out, a crowd had gathered, waiting for the pool to open. I unlocked the gate and in tumbled the sweating hordes. I spent the next four hours doing the usual lifeguard stuff, talking to the seniors, yelling at the kids, chatting with the teenage girls, all the while searching for Lane and Stevie. Around mid-afternoon, Stevie showed up. He came over and said Hi and, when no one was close, asked if we were getting together tonight. "If you're cool with it, I guess we are," I said. "We'll have to see if Lane shows up, or else it's just you and me. Is that OK?" "Sounds good to me," he replied. With that he took off his T-shirt, revealing that wonderful body of his, and jumped into the water. He swam off to play with some of his friends while I scanned the crowd for Lane. It started to get close to closing time and still no Lane. I began to wonder if he'd show up today, but by the time the pool was scheduled to close he was nowhere in sight. Stevie had stayed around for the rest of the afternoon and evening and I was excited to get a chance to get to know him better. "Are your parents going to expect you upstairs soon?" I asked him. "No. They're out at a concert or something, so I'm on my own `til like ten." "OK. Cool. Why don't we grab the equipment and stick it in the shed." He chimed in, "I know where I'd like to stick some equipment." I just about choked and started laughing. "All in good time, my dear," I said trying to sound like the wicked witch of the west, to which he started laughing. We cleared the pool equipment into the shed and went in, after locking the gate. I looked at Stevie, who didn't seem the least bit nervous. "You're sure you want to do this, right?" "Yeah," he said, "I'm sure." And with that, he reached over and put his hand right on my semi-hard dick, which became hard within an instant. "Wow, that feels nice," he said. "You have no idea," I joked and reached out to undo the string on his Speedos. I pulled them down slowly, savouring every inch of this little Adonis's body as it was revealed. As I did this, he pulled off his T-shirt and revealed a solid chest, with two rose coloured nipples and the beginnings of what would become a really nice six pack. I dragged the Speedos down until they caught on his hard cock, so I pulled them away from his body and over his dick, revealing a nice triangular patch of dark brown pubes at the top of his penis. Once it was freed, his cock stood straight out and up at a slight angle from his pubic mound. His penis was about 5 inches long, circumcised, with a dark pink knob and he had a nice set of balls that hung low in his sac, which had some fine hairs growing on it. I just couldn't help myself. I had to have that cock, so I leaned in and took him in my mouth, sliding my lips over the head and down the shaft all the way to the base of his dick. Stevie sucked in his breath with a hiss. I reached out and gently rubbed his balls as I increased the suction on his cock and slid my lips back up and over the corona. "Awww, fuck, man. That feels so good. Don't stop," he pleaded. I took my mouth off his penis long enough to reply, "Don't worry, I won't," and went back to sucking him for all I was worth. I reached my hand up between his legs and grabbed his tight ass cheeks, pulling him harder into my mouth as I moved forward and relaxing the pressure as I slid back. His cheeks clenched as I bottomed out on his cock and his balls began to draw up tighter into his scrotum. His breathing became faster and more ragged and his cock began twitching. I knew he was just about ready to blow his load and I was ready to receive it. When it happened, I was surprised. I knew he was 14 and that he'd make more cum than Lane, but I wasn't ready for the amount this young boy had stored up. As he moaned, "Aaaawww, ffuucckk, awww, awwww , awwww, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, unh, unh, unh," Stevie blew 4 hard loads of teenage cum into my mouth, and kept right on going. 5, 6 shots and then he started to slow down, finally easing off to a slight dribble, as his knees began to give out. I reached back up between his legs and grabbed his ass, holding him up since I didn't want to waste a single drop of this kid's juice. Once I couldn't feel any more cum dribbling out of his slit, I slowly slid my lips off his cock and looked up. Stevie had his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the wall of the shed. A couple of tears had rolled down his left cheek. I stood up and wrapped this beautiful, incredibly sexy boy in my arms and he leaned his head against my shoulder. "Are you alright?" I asked him. "I'm fine," he replied, "It's just that I've never had someone do that to me like that and I just felt so good and so loved." He tilted his head back and looked up at me and I wiped the tears off his cheek. I kissed the top of his head and squeezed Stevie for all I was worth. This kid was something special.