Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 02:22:16 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories -- Part 8

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains descriptive acts of
sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18.  Read at your own
risk.  Otherwise, enjoy!


Middle School Memories ... Part 8


Daniel and I finally arrived at his house.  We put our bikes in the
garage and went inside through his kitchen door.  Daniel's brother
Patrick was in the kitchen eating his dinner.  He wasn't sitting at the
table, but rather he was leaning over the counter eating a sandwich.  As
we entered, he noticed us.

"Where you two been?" he asked.

"We were over at the 'Den'." came Daniel's response.

"What are you doing here, fag?" he asked me.

"Shut up, Patrick," Daniel quickly said.

"Oh, Robby knows I'm just yanking his chain.  I'm just kidding."

With that comment, Patrick ruffled my hair.  Daniel certainly had a fine
looking brother.  He was Jody's (my brother) age, 16  He was just wearing
a pair of swim trunks.  My eyes took in every bit of him.  He was pretty
muscular, no six pack but a firm body none the less.  There were small
tufts of hair under his arms.  He had pretty muscular legs, and a tight
ass.  He was about 5'8", and I would guess around 130 pounds. He and
Daniel had very little in common looks-wise.

"I won't yank your chain anymore," Patrick assured me, then added, "I'm
sure you yank it plenty, huh?"

We three began to laugh.  Daniel told him to "fuck off" and then lead me
down to his bedroom.  Daniel's room was great.  His parents gave him half
of the basement because the house was only two bedroom.  Patrick whined
enough to get his own room a few years back, I think around the time he
probably started jacking off, you know?  Privacy is important to a young
teen.

"Your room is awesome," I told Daniel.

"I guess," was his response.  "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't really care."

Daniel grabbed the remote and flipped the television on.  He flipped
through some channels and then turned it off.  There was only news
programs on.  It was only 6:30 after all.  He flopped down on his bed.  I
jumped on the foot of the bed.  We talked for about an hour about school,
girls, different teachers and stupid stuff.  Without warning, the door
opened and Patrick shouted down that he was going out awhile.

"Crap," I said, "I gotta get my backpack off the couch.  I'll be right
back."

"No problem."

I ran up the stairs and into the living room.   Reaching the couch, I was
able to see Patrick walking toward the road in front of the house.  He
was meeting someone who was waiting for him.  The sun was going down, so
the shadow cast prevented me from seeing clearly who it was.  I grabbed
my bag and headed back to the basement.

"Robby, do me a favor and lock it as you come down.  I don't want Patrick
getting any prank ideas for us later on."

I closed the basement door and fumbled with the door lock.  It was pretty
stiff, and I had trouble get it to turn properly.  It seamed like it
should have turned about half way, but only let me turn it less than a
quarter of the way.  Not thinking much about it, I figured it was locked
and darted down the stairs.

Daniel was on the computer.  He had just signed on to the internet.
Suddenly, an awesome porn site came up.  Our eyes were engulfed in
pictures of young ladies getting fucked, young ladies sucking massive
dicks, and any thing else a 13 and twelve year old could want to see.

"No parent block?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I can disconnect it."

"Your parents know you can do that?" I asked.

"Yeah. Right.  Sometimes Robby, I wonder about you."

We both stared at the pictures wide-eyed.  Daniel clicked through them
casually so I knew he had been here before.  He then stopped at a site of
a guy and a girl.  In the first picture the girl was taking the guy's
dick in her mouth.  In the next picture, he was licking in her pussy.
The third picture was of him fucking her pussy, her legs high in the air
and spread wide.  The final picture was of him pushing his dick in her
ass.

"Do you think they doctor these pictures?" Daniel asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, look at this guys dick," he said, circling the guy's dick on the
screen.  "Do dicks really get this big?"

"I don't know," I responded.

"How big do you think it is?  It looks like it's about ten inches to me.
Maybe more!" Daniel paused, leaning closer to the screen.  "I mean, damn,
it's huge!"

"Yeah, it is."

I could see Daniel was liking what he was seeing.  He moved his right
leg, adjusting his straining hard on, which was becoming obvious.

"I hope mine gets that big when I get older."

"Mines that big," I joked.

"Yeah, whatever."

We continued looking at pictures as Daniel jumped from site to site
taking advantage of the free trial pictures on each of the sites.  My own
dick was getting hard, not from the pictures on the screen, but at the
thought of seeing what's in Daniel's pants.

"You wanna play truth or dare?" I asked.

"Nah," Daniel said.  "How about cards?"

I agreed.  Daniel got up from his desk, turning from me so I would "see"
his hard-on.  He went into his closet and got some cards.  He came back
and sat on the floor, taking the cards out of the box.  I joined him on
the floor as he shuffled the deck.  As I sat in front of him, I was sure
he saw my shorts tented.  He, however, didn't say anything.

"Are we wagering?" I asked.

"What do you got?" he asked.

"What do you want," I asked, pushing further.

"Ah, you seem bold tonight.  How about we play for clothes.  Loser has to
take off a piece of clothing of his choice."

I now understood Daniel's intent.  It was obvious he was horny.  I
hesitated so I didn't appear to anxious.

"Oh, come on Robby.  It'll be fun.  And what's the problem, we both have
dicks," he said, hesitating, and then, "We do both have dicks don't we?"

"Yeah," I laughed.  "Some more than others, right?"

"We'll see, won't we?"

Daniel dealt out the cards.  We played several hands.  Off came my
shirt.  Off came his shirt.  Off came my shorts.  Off came his shorts.
By the fifth game we both sitting in our underwear.  I had on a pair of
boxers, he had briefs.  As Daniel dealt the cards, I looked intently at
his crotch.  I noticed the front of his briefs were stained a little.  I
wondered from what.

We each held five cards.  I returned two, Daniel returned three.  He had
such a poker face.  I knew in a few minutes I would be looking at his
package.

"What do you got?" I asked.

Laying his cards down, I saw he had a king high.  With a bit of proud
arrogance, I laid my cards out to show my winning pair of fours.  I
looked up at him and smiled.  He looked a little worried.

"You don't expect me to take off my underwear do you?" he asked.

"Unless you have some other piece of clothing I can't see.  That's our
rule, loser takes off one piece of clothing.  Since all you have is your
fruit-of-the-looms, I guess that's what is taken off."

With that, Daniel stood up and gingerly inserted his thumbs into the
waist band of his underwear.  Taking a little breathe, he pushed them
down, pausing for a second to maneuver them over his hard-on.  Stopping
at his ankles, he stood back up completely naked in front off me.

My eyes went right to his dick.  For twelve years old, he had a pretty
good sized dick.  It was about 4" long, thinner than mine.  I noticed he
had several dark hairs  coming in.  His ball were tight against his
body.  His dick stood rigid straight out from his body, not at an upward
angle like mine.

"Happy, now?" he asked.

"Very," I said, not thinking.  "Nice package."

"Can I see yours?" he asked.

"Sure, why not."

I stood up and slipped my boxers down .  I stepped out of them and faced
Daniel fully.  I saw he was looking at my dick with great interest.

"You like what you see?" I asked.  He nodded.

"We're the same size," he said.  "Except you have more hair than me."

We both sat down on the floor, naked.  Daniel's eyes kept locked on my
hard-on.  I, too, kept my eyes on his young dick.

"Wanna do truth or dare now?" I asked, hoping to maybe fool around a
little. He agreed.  "Should we put our shorts on, or stay naked?"

"You locked the door, right?" Daniel asked.  I nodded.  "Then let's stay
naked."

"Cool.  Okay, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Okay," I started.  "I dare you to touch my dick for ten seconds."
Daniel leaned toward me and, to my dismay, only put his index finger on
the head of my dick and counted.

"My turn.  Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said.

"Do you play with yourself?"

"Easy," I replied. "All the times, and several times a day."  At that I
asked him if he played with himself.  He told me that he started about
four months ago.  "Truth or dare?"  Daniel asked for a truth.  "Do you
shoot sperm when you jack off?"

"Well," he said, "I do shoot a clear slimy liquid, but no sperm yet."

"Cool," I replied.  "I'll take a dare."

"I dare you to put my dick in your mouth."

I smiled at him.  "For how long?" I asked.

"Uhm, for thirty seconds."

I leaned forward.  I lowered my head and let his dick enter my opened
mouth.  I decided to give Daniel a treat.  Rather than just putting it in
my mouth, I decided to suck it for the thirty seconds.  He responded with
shock and overwhelming joy. After thirty seconds, I sat back up.

"Robby, that felt wild!" Daniel said.

"You like it huh?  Want me to do it some more?"

"Heck yes!"

"Well, will you suck mine too?"

"Yeah, after you do mine."

"No deal.  Let's do it at the same time."

Daniel and I laid on the floor side by side, his head at my crotch and
mine at his.  Immediately I took his dick into my mouth.  After some
consideration, I felt his lips part over my dick.  I could feel the
warmth of his tongue on my dick.  He mimicked what I was doing.  Soon we
were both bobbing up and down on each other's rod.

My hands went around and felt his smooth ass.  Daniel had a little ass.
It wasn't his strongest feature, but it wasn't bad either.  I gently
rubbed his butt cheeks as his dick slid in and out of my mouth.  He
stopped sucking mine, catching his quickening breath.  I knew he was
getting near.  I could then feel his ass cheeks tighten.  He then pushed
forward and held still.  I could feel his dick spasm in my mouth.  I next
felt a few drops of his boyhood in my mouth.

Daniel went back to work on my dick. Having finished him off, I rolled so
that I was laying on my back.  Daniel's head bobbed up and down.  In a
moment, I told him I was about to cum.  He pulled off my dick and began
rubbing it up and down with his fisted hand.  In another second, sperm
shot up and hit Daniel on the cheek which caused him to redirect my dick
upward so that the next shot landed on my stomach.

Daniel got up and wiped his chin, looking at my seed in his hand.

"This is sperm?" he asked.

"That's sperm," replied Patrick, standing halfway down the stairs.

"Shit, Patrick," Daniel said, jumping up, grabbing his shorts.

I grabbed my shorts and fumbled to get them on.  Patrick continued down
the rest of the stairs.  "You really should learn how to lock the door
Dan. That's the third time I've caught you playing with yourself, or in
this case playing with someone else."

"Patrick," Daniel started.

"So," Patrick interrupted.  "You to like messing around?  You like dick,
huh?  Well, I might just be able to help you out."