Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2011 01:00:08 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samsheppard2011@gmail.com>
Subject: Memories of Sixteen 6

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
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Memories of Sixteen -- 6

Breaking our kiss, Stevie looked down at my aching cock, grabbed hold of it
with his fist and started jacking me.  He reached over and picked up the
soap and after lathering his hand took hold of my cock again.  He stroked
my rigid penis for a minute or so and then put both hands on my chest and
began soaping me up.  He rubbed over my pecs and tweaked my nipples.  His
hands slid down my flat belly and took hold of my cock again and began
stroking it.  With his free hand he reached under my balls and gently
stroked my scrotum, rolling each ball around in his hand.

He suddenly stopped stroking me and told me to turn around so he could wash
my back.  When I did he began soaping the backs of my thighs.  His hands
ran up and down the back of my legs and then in to run along the insides of
my thighs.  As he rubbed higher, the back of his hands would rub up against
my scrotum, teasing me and causing my cock to reach full mast.

Stevie then started rubbing my ass cheeks.  His wet, warm, soapy hands felt
wonderful as they massaged my butt and when he slid his fingers in between
and into my crack I was pleasantly startled.  He slid his fingers up and
down and across my hole and I couldn't help but moan,

"Oh Stevie, you're awesome.  That's soo ggood."

In response he pushed his finger against my opening and wiggled it a bit
and my cock got even harder.  The only person that had ever done this had
been Shawn and now this kid was stimulating me in the most personal way I
knew.  I wanted to grab him and kiss him, but I didn't want the feelings to
stop so I stood there and let him continue his ministrations.

Stevie asked, "Am I doing this right?"

"Oh man, you're doing it just right.  Don't stop," I moaned.

Wriggling his finger and pushing gently, Stevie slowly worked the tip of
his finger in past my outer sphincter, and my legs began to feel like
jelly.  He kept pushing and soon his finger was all the way in and my penis
felt so hard, I thought it was going to explode.  My balls began to pull up
and I could feel my dick throbbing with my heartbeat.  Stevie kept wiggling
his finger for a bit and then, much to my disappointment, slowly pulled it
out and began washing my back.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked him.

"I didn't want you to cum, and it felt like you were going to, so I
stopped," he replied as he finished soaping up my back.  With that, he
pushed me so I would turn around and when I had, he dropped to his knees
and all at once engulfed my aching penis in his mouth.  Those full, soft
lips and his delightful tongue worked their magic on me and within seconds
I could feel the cum boiling up from my balls.

"Stevie, I'm cumming, man.  Ohhhh fffuuuuccckkk, here I cum.  Oh, oh, oh
unghh, unghh, ohhh, ohhhh fuck.  Oh kid, you are fucking amazing," I
practically screamed as I emptied everything I had into Stevie's waiting,
willing mouth.

He stood up, licking his lips and I grabbed him and told him to stop.
"Leave some for me, eh."  I planted my lips right on his and shoved my
tongue as far as I could into his mouth, tasting my own cum and Stevie's
saliva and soon we were locked in an embrace that lasted for what felt like
a lifetime.  "Oh fuck, I really think I'm in love with this kid," I thought
and decided right there to go with the thought.  I wanted to tell him, but
was afraid it'd freak him out, so I didn't say anything.

After we got out of the shower and dried each other off, avoiding each
other's dicks (they were both way too sensitive), we walked into my bedroom
and sat on the bed.

"So what do you want to do?  Want to watch some TV?" I asked Stevie.  I
knew what I wanted to do, and it wasn't watch TV, but as the saying goes,
"The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak."  I didn't think I could get
it up right now and figured we'd have to wait a while.

"Nah, there's nothing on but stupid cartoons, and I'm not into those
anymore.  Can we just lay here and cuddle?" Stevie asked.

"Sure," I said. "That actually sounds nice."

With that we lay down and Stevie turned onto his side.  I snuggled in close
behind him, with my chest, hips and legs tight up against his.  This, of
course, put my dick right up against that glorious ass of his.  I reached
over top of him and letting my arm rest on his hip, reached down and
started gently playing with his soft, small pubic hairs.  Occasionally, I'd
kiss the back of his head and nuzzle his sweet smelling hair.  Every so
often, I'd run my hand over his soft penis, fondle his balls and then go
back to running my fingers through his pubes.  I could have stayed like
that for the rest of my life.

However, duty called.  I had to work at the pool and so I needed to get up,
eat and get downstairs to do the maintenance.  It was around 8 am so I
asked Stevie if he was hungry and told him I could make some breakfast.  We
agreed on pancakes.  After breakfast was done, I still had a couple of
hours before I had to leave so we lay back on the bed and kissed and felt
each other up.  Both of us were soon boned up, so we rolled onto our backs,
reached over and jerked each other off to yet another wonderful orgasm, our
cum spraying over our bellies and pubes.  I got a couple of warm washcloths
and Stevie and I cleaned each other up.  By this time, it was getting close
to when I had to leave and very reluctantly I suggested to Stevie that we
get dressed and head down, him to his apartment and me to the pool.  We
kissed again and got dressed, kissed again and went out the door.

It was a glorious day out when I got downstairs.  Almost no clouds, hot and
with very little humidity.  "What a perfect day after a perfect night," I
thought.  I got all the maintenance equipment out of the shed and began
cleaning the pool.  Looking up, I was startled to see Lane standing at the
fence.  Startled, but pleased.

"Hey, how's it goin'," I said.

Lane smiled and said, "It's cool.  Looks like it's gonna be hot."

"Yeah," I said. "So, what happened yesterday?  Ya didn't show."

He looked down and kicked at the ground.  "Nah, my mom didn't think I
should go swimming when it was so cloudy.  I'm really sorry."

"Hey, man, don't sweat it," I told him.  "It's no biggie. You're here now."

He smiled.  "Yeah, and I can stay the whole day!"

"Cool," I said, "Wanna help me clean the pool?"

He jumped at the chance, so I let him in and showed him how to vacuum the
bottom and sides of the pool.  I kidded him, "Just be careful.  If you fall
in while that thing's on it'll suck you right up into the filter."

The little bugger looked at me, looked around and said, "I hope that's not
the only thing that'll suck me."

I just about dropped the test tube I was filling, and looking around
quickly, said," Shut the fuck up, will ya!, You want to get us in shit?"

He looked truly hurt and my heart melted as he apologized.

"I'm not mad at you, man," I said, "but you gotta be careful what you say
and where.  OK?"

"Yeah.  I'm really sorry, Sam," he said quietly.

"It's OK," I replied, "How're you doin' on the vacuuming?"

He perked up.  "I think I've got everything.  Wanna look?"

I stood up and moved to the edge of the pool to look at how he'd done.
Just then Lane reached over and gave me a shove, sending me ass over head
into the water.  I came up sputtering and swore I was going to paddle his
ass if I caught him.  I hauled myself out and Lane took off out of the
gate, laughing.  I ran after him and, since I had much longer legs, caught
him in about 5 strides.  I wrapped my arms around him from behind and
picked him up.  I carried Lane to the pool like that, with him wriggling to
get free all the way.  The only thing that succeeded in doing was to grind
his swimsuit clad ass against my equally lightly covered cock.  By the time
I got him over to the pool, I had a hard time hiding my obvious erection.
I walked to the side of the pool and still holding Lane, jumped in.  We
both came up laughing and Lane took the opportunity to splash me.  That
developed rapidly into a full scale splash war, which I finally ended by
diving under the water and, grabbing Lane's swimsuit, yanked it down.

He blushed from his toes to the top of his head and ducked under the water
to pull it back up.  I climbed out and began putting away the test
equipment and watched as Lane climbed out of the pool, adjusting his suit.
He walked over to me and asked quietly, "Are we still OK to get together
tonight when you close up?"

"Well," I said, "there's two things..."

He looked crestfallen, so I quickly said, "No, no, it's not a problem, but
there's two things I need to check with you."

"First, my folks are out of town for another couple of days, so I've the
place to myself.  And second, Stevie and I got together yesterday and I
wanted to know if you're OK with him...joining us."

Lane looked at me with surprise and said, "You mean you and me and Stevie,
up at your place?"

"Yup."

He thought about it for about three seconds and said, "Yeah, I'm good with
it."

"Cool," I said, thinking that this evening could be one to remember.

I opened the pool and passed the day the usual way, sitting in the sun,
doing a little swimming, yelling at kids, trying to hide my hard on
whenever I thought about Lane and Stevie, which was fairly frequently.

Stevie had come down to the pool by around 3 and he and Lane and a couple
of other guys were horsing around in the pool.  I watched as they splashed
each other, played tag, dove off the board and generally did what young
guys do, have fun.  It was really hard keeping from staring at them.  There
was a group of five guys, including both my little friends that hung around
together.  They were all between 12 and 15 and we'd all grown up together
in the same apartment building.

Lane and Stevie you know about.  There was also Bill and Bob, brothers who
were two years apart.

Bill, the older one, was 15 and was in school with me.  He was around 5' 8"
and 160 lbs., had dark short hair, dark brown eyes and played tight end (I
shit you not) on the school's junior football team.  He was also on the
swim team with me and swum the 400 relay.  As I can attest from having
seen, and tried not to stare at, him in the locker room, he was in truly
great shape, physically and genitally.  Unfortunately, he was as straight
as the day was long. He had a steady girlfriend, Julie, and as far as I
knew was getting his fair share from her.  Ah well, can't win `em all.  His
brother, Bob (he hated being called Bobby) was a smaller version of Bill.
He was 13, about 4' 8" or 9" and looked like he weighed around 110 lbs.
Same hair, worn longer, and eyes as Bill.  He was a good little swimmer as
well and played peewee hockey.

And then there was Freddy.  Freddy was a great kid, always laughing and
making jokes.  He was almost 14 and was the brain of the group.  He was a
mediocre swimmer, not much of an athlete, had long skinny legs and a
scrawny torso and arms.  He also had the deepest blue eyes I'd ever seen
and when he looked at you, it felt like you could lose yourself in them.
He also had the kind of hair that stood up at the back, just like Alfalfa
in "The Little Rascals".  He was the geekiest kid I knew.  He was also the
smartest and one of the most caring.  Oh yeah, he didn't wear Speedos like
the rest of us, he wore trunks, which we constantly bugged him about.  It
wasn't until the next year that I found out why.  He'd just gotten into
high school and his phys. ed. class and mine had to split the locker room
for a couple of days due to a tournament at the school.  After class, we
all jumped in the shower and when I finished, Freddy was just getting in.
He'd hung back and I suddenly knew why he wore trunks.  The kid was HUNG!
At 14, he had the dick that we all dreamed about.  Soft, it hung below his
balls and must have been 6 inches long.  He also had a pair of testicles
the size of large walnuts, all surmounted by a patch of curly, dark pubic
hair that covered the base of his cock and down into his crotch.  I almost
tripped coming out of the shower, trying to stare but not be caught
staring.  That was the only time I saw him like that.  I could only imagine
the size of that thing when it became hard, and did try to imagine it
several times in my nightly fantasies.

Occasionally they'd be joined by Mike, one of the other kids in the
building.  Mike was 15 and had the long thin legs and build of a long
distance runner.  He had some development in his chest, but not a lot.  His
chest was still pretty flat and you could see his ribs pretty clearly.  He
had long thin arms and a thin neck.  He wore Speedos like most of us, but
his just didn't seem to fit right.  It took me a while to figure it out,
but one day, while he was diving off the board, he turned around to do a
back flip and it hit me.  He had no ass.  Well, almost none.  He had two
tight flat little cheeks where his ass should have been.  So when he wore
Speedos, they kind of wrinkled at his butt and didn't pull tight over his
package.  As a footnote, Mike and I became somewhat good friends later that
year and I watched as he filled out over the next year and a bit and became
quite a good looking kid, but that's for another chapter.

The guys climbed out of the pool and Bill and Bob headed back upstairs,
while Freddy spread his towel on one of the lounge chairs on the deck and
sat down to sun himself.  Lane and Stevie spread their beach towels right
on the concrete deck and lay down to sun themselves there.  Both were on
their back, both wearing Speedos and I was killing myself trying not to
stare.  I made sure I took lots of walks around the pool and as I passed by
them, I'd look down quickly then have to continue on my way.

7 o'clock finally came around and I could close up.  Lane and Stevie went
up to their respective apartments to ask their folks if they could go out
for a while and be home by ten.  Stevie came down and said he'd talked his
parents into letting him sleep over at his friend's place again.  Lane came
down and said his folks said he had to be home no later than ten.

I locked up the shed, the gate and headed into the building with Stevie and
Lane tagging along.  It looked like the boys and I were just talking as we
went in.  We all got on the elevator, hoping no one else would get on
between the ground floor and mine, and as luck would have it, no one did.
We practically ran down the hall to my apartment.  Once inside, I locked
the door and we went into the den.  I suggested we watch some TV and the
other guys agreed quickly.  You could feel the tension in the room.  No one
knew how to get the ball rolling when there were three of us there.  So we
watched a little "Laugh-In".  We were all sitting on the couch with Stevie
in the middle, me on his right and Lane on his left.  After a few minutes
of watching TV, I put my hand on Stevie's thigh and just let it rest there.
He did the same to Lane.  After a minute or two, I couldn't take it any
longer and I worked my hand up Stevie's leg and onto his bulge.  Lane sat
there watching, his hand slowly rubbing his gradually growing dick through
his swim suit.

I undid Stevie's Speedos and, with him lifting his butt off the couch,
pulled them down, exposing his cock and balls to Lane's view.  Stevie
reached over and undid Lane's Speedos and they soon joined his on the
floor.  I was the only one left still clothed.

"Hey, not fair," stated Lane, "you gotta take yours off too."

I took my hand off Stevie's pubic mound where I'd let it rest and did just
that.  Now all three of us were completely naked and hard.  I replaced my
hand and began toying with Stevie's pubic bush.  He took hold of Lane's
penis and began stroking him.  Lane sat there, in a mild state of shock as
he watched me masturbate Stevie and Stevie jacking him off.

Stevie made the first move this time.  Kneeling down, he spread Lane's legs
and moving in between them, leaned in and licked the tip of Lane's cock.
Lane just about jumped out of his skin as Stevie slid his mouth deeper onto
Lane's shaft.  As Stevie worked Lane's hard little spike, I moved in behind
Stevie, and lying on the floor on my back, slid in between his legs.  In
this position I was able to take his sweet, solid cock into my mouth.
Looking up, all I could see was Stevie's bush and low hanging balls and it
was a sight I thoroughly enjoyed.

I could hear Lane moaning, but couldn't see what was going on.  It sounded
like he was enjoying himself though.

"Oh wow.  Oh man, that feels great.  Holy shit."

I could also hear the springs of the couch compressing and releasing in
time with Stevie's movements.  I tried to time my strokes with Stevie's
movements, sliding his cock deep into my mouth as he moved forward to take
Lane's dick deep and sliding out to the tip as he did the same to Lane.  In
what felt like no time at all, I heard Lane begin to pant.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man, Stevie I'm gonna cum, don't stop (like Stevie had
any intention of that), oh wow...ohhh, ooohhhh, unghhh, ungghhh, OH
FFFUUUCCCKKKK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, oh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhhh,
wowwwww."

As this was going on, I sped up my movements on Stevie's cock, my
slobbering lips beginning to rapidly piston up and down on his shaft.  I
could feel the tube on the underside of his cock become swollen and the
head of his penis become engorged.  I reached up and gently kneaded his
balls and this sent him over the edge.  He cried out as he blasted several
ropes of his sweet cum into my mouth.  I waited, holding his shrinking dick
in my mouth until I was sure he'd finished cumming and licked his penis
dry.  Climbing out from under Stevie, I was rewarded with the sight of Lane
leaning back in the couch, his eyes closed, a look of complete contentment
on his adorable face, legs splayed out, and his cock at half mast.  Stevie
turned and sat down and I joined them back on the couch.  Stevie leaned
over to me and gave me a big kiss, his tongue darting into my mouth to be
met by my eager tongue.  We stayed locked like that for several minutes.
Opening my eyes at one point in our embrace, I saw Lane staring at us.
After we'd finished our oral dance, I asked Lane if what he'd seen us do
shocked or bothered him.

He blushed and said, "No, but I was wondering when I'd get my chance."

"No time like the present," I said and leaned toward him.  Lane leaned
toward me and our lips met.  I immediately felt his tongue licking at my
lips so I opened them and welcomed his tongue into my mouth, sucking on it
and pushing back with my tongue.  As Lane and I kissed, Stevie took my rock
hard dick in his mouth and began moving his tongue around and along the
shaft.  We broke our kiss and I leaned back against the couch, watching
Stevie bob his head on my cock.  I pulled Lane up so he was standing on the
couch in front of me and took a few swipes of his cute penis with my
tongue. I held Lane with my hands on those adorable butt cheeks.  They were
so firm and tight, I couldn't help but wonder what they'd feel like
squeezing my cock as I fucked him.  I stopped sucking Lane for a second and
stuck my middle finger in my mouth to get it wet and then went back to
sliding my lips up and down his hot little shaft.  While I did this, I slid
my finger between those lovely cheeks and worked it in til it slid across
his little pucker.  I heard him take in a short, sharp breath and began
wiggling my finger against his opening.  After a little while his hole
relaxed and my finger slid in, eliciting a loud gasp from Lane.  His cock
started twitching and throbbing in my mouth.  I knew he was really close so
I increased the amount of pressure I was exerting on his shaft.

All this time Stevie had been polishing my dick with his fantastic lips and
I was getting pretty close ro losing my load.  I put the one free hand I
had on his head and held it there.  I began pumping my hips back and forth,
fucking Stevie's mouth and at the same time I began increasing the pace at
which I was sucking Lane's cock and wiggling my finger in his bum.  With a
scream, Lane blew his load into my mouth.  He shot 3 or 4 times and I let
some of it dribble out of the side of my mouth.  I couldn't hold back
anymore, Stevie was just doing too good a job on my increasingly sensitive
cock, and I began emptying my balls into his waiting mouth.  Lane watched
as Stevie's cheeks puffed out with each of my shots.  I let Lane's wilting
member slip out of my mouth and when I finally stopped cumming, Stevie slid
his lips back until just the head of my cock was in his mouth, sucked it
like a baby drinking it's bottle and milked every last drop of my cum out
of my dick.  I licked my lips, cleaned my cheeks, swallowed the last bits
of Lane's cum and smiled.  We all sat back and took some time to cool down.
Unfortunately, it was just about the time Lane had to leave.  He got
dressed and we walked to the door.  He gave me a long, lingering kiss and a
quick squeeze of my cock and out the door he went.  At least Stevie and I
had the rest of the night to ourselves.