Date: Tue, 1 May 2001 20:43:41 EDT From: Steele816@aol.com Subject: Not A Joke You have elected to read this story which can be found at nifty.org. I am not responsible for any language or content in this story. You may e-mail me with comments at Steele816@hotmail.com. Other stories by me include the trilogy of "Adrian". This story is titled 'Not a Joke'. There are no other parts to the story. ----------------------------------------------------------------- My name is Dustin Bunker. I live in Royal Oaks, a town of about 8,000 people. I always thought that I was straight, but then three years of confusion happened, from seventh grade to ninth. I came up with the basis of being straight, but having gay feelings. Technically, I would be bisexual, but I honestly don't like having sex with boys, or having long term relationships. I told one boy at school, named Kenny, and he doesn't care. Two people know on the internet, and that's only because they feel the same thing. This is my story of what happened in mid-ninth grade. I am 15, and have a younger brother that is 13 and in seventh grade. I am in ninth. I thought my brother was the dumbest creature on earth. I didn't think the same for his friends, though. I thought they were cool. My brother's best friend is named Richie. Richie was smaller than Tom (my brother). Richie is about 4 feet 9, maybe 4-10. I'm not good with measurements at all. I thought Richie was cool. I talked to him on the internet, and we got along well. Of course, there was always that barrier between us, with HIM being my brother's friend. One day on the internet, we were talking about girlfriends and such, and I mentioned that I had never had my first kiss. Richie was quite surprised about it. He said he'd give me my first kiss, and a blowjob to boot. Needless to say, I got horny. After a while, I went into my room to relieve myself. We kept up joke throughout the internet. One day, Richie came to sleep over with my brother at our house. Throughout the day, he kept licking his lips, keeping up the joke. He would drag his finger on my leg, and look at me. He has these huge eyes, with huge brown pools. It's unbelievable. Every time, I kept hoping he would go longer. He kept going farther up my leg, and I was getting quite stimulated dreaming of what was going to happen. Soon, it was nighttime. I got into my pajamas, and climbed into bed. I kept hoping Richie would come in my room. I knew it would never happen, though. How could it happen? He didn't feel that way. I finally drifted off to sleep. The next day, I woke up to a blizzard. I came down and asked my mother what had happened. Apparently, the snowstorm due tomorrow decided to take a shortcut, and we were all trapped inside the house. There was four feet of snow, and some drifts reached our second floor. It was a lot like the Blizzard of '78. On the news, we saw that 16 people had already died. I was thankful we still had power. Richie was also stuck here, and we all passed the time by computers, nintendos, TVs, and such. Richie would always dissapear with my brother and go play. I didn't mind much, he's my brother's friend. I went upstairs to take a bath, and that urge for Richie to come in surfaced again. I was getting tired of that feeling, because I knew it would never happen. It was a joke. I got out of the bath, and toweled off in my room. I got dressed, and heard the call that it was suppertime. I went and ate supper, and then did various things until 10:00, where all the lights were being shut off. I still had the high emotions for Richie. I dressed, half hoping he'd come in. I laughed to myself, and turned the light off, and settled in. But I just couldn't get to sleep. At around 11:00, my eyes got very heavy, and started to drift off to sleep, but then I saw the door open a little, but I was so tired, I just started to drift off. I heard footsteps, and strained to keep my eyes open, and I could see the silhouette of a little boy...Richie. I lay there, wondering. Richie put his face to my mouth, and I struggled to make my breath even. I must have passed, because he gently pulled down the covers. He then walked over, and turned on the lights. He winced, thinking I would wake up, but I didn't. He walked over, and tried to get my shirt off. Unbeknowest to him, I helped...heh. He then got my pajama pants off, and stood triumphantly over my briefs. He yanked them down in apparent excitement, and drew in a breath. That was when I decided to stir. "Yawn..." I slowly opened my eyes, as a feared Richie backed up. I looked at Richie, and my body. "Uhhh...Richie?" Richie blushed. "Um..just a prank! It's a joke!!" I looked at him. "I've been awake the whole time. It's not a joke." Richie looked around, and took a step towards me. "Don't tell anyone...PLEASE!" "Of course I won't. I want to get with you too." "Really? I thought you were joking." "Nope. Now lemme see your cock. I bet there's no pubes, and it's a small three incher." That joke allowed some pressure off us, and Richie was at ease. He slipped his PJs off. Damn, for a small guy, and two years younger, he has the same size cock...but no pubes, I should be thankful. I reached my hand out, and stroked it. The always comical Richie posed a model for me. I laughed. He laughed, and then looked down. Then he went down on me. No, I'm not kidding...he went down..on me. God, it was great. Here was this hot guy, going down on me. I looked down, and all I could do was thank God that this was happening. I could see his mouth working in fashion, and I soon came. Richie backed away at that time, and my jizz dripped down. Literally. I could not believe this was happening. I looked at him, and motioned him over. Okay, I know I wasn't very descriptive before, but I will be now. Richie is about 4'7'', with straight brown hair that he flips up. His face is still babyish, but not much. He has a semi-six pack. It's proof he is athletic, but he's not dead athletic. I can't describe his legs and feet, only that they were normal. And his dick. Well, there. His dick was about 4 and a half inches. It's white, not a tanned tan. It was more of a hanging dick than a straight one. There were no publes. Me, on the other hand, I was 5'7''. I had wavy brown hair that I brushed normally everyday. I had hair under my armpits, and had not a heavy, but light -- hairline from my bellybutton down to my waistline. My body was firm, similar to Richie's. My dick also stood 4 1/2''. It was a straight ramrod, standing at attention parallel to the ground. It was a throbbing dick. I was a dripper, not much of a shooter. Sometimes I didn't cum much, but other times I did a lot. When Richie sucked me, at first, I felt exhiliration at this happening. It was kind of a pulling motion on my dick, similar to masturbation, but you arent the one doin it. After a while, my orgasm started building up, until climax. I stared at Richie, grabbed him, and kissed him on the lips. We fondled each other, and then I turned him over, took my spear, and put it in his hole. I moved it in and out, as we both moaned. I jizzed again, and then laid back. Richie sat on me, slowly fondling my dick, back and forth, back and forth. I was in utter bliss. I took Richie and held him to my body. We stayed that way for a while, and then Richie left. That never happened again.