Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2021 18:20:50 +0000 From: Ares Jay Subject: O Buddy, Where Art Thou? (Gay / Young Friends) This is a work of fiction that involves graphic sexual acts between underage characters. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. For further information, please contact aresjay@protonmail.com. Copyright © 2021 Ares Jay Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories. Please consider a donation to Nifty.org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) O Buddy, Where Art Thou? By Ares Jay The story I'm about to tell you took place many years ago. I was 12 years old and I had only recently reached puberty. I had had a couple of nocturnal emissions by then and while I loved the intense feeling of the climax, I was freaked out by the thick and gooey substance that my small penis had regurgitated. One day, I was sitting on the toilet and felt a strange kind of excitement in my groin. I had obviously felt excited before but this time it felt different somehow. When my little penis got hard, I started masturbating; getting to know my cock and how good it felt when I massaged it. I remember the first time I finally managed to climax. After what felt like hours of pulling on my stiff little cock, to see all that cum ooze out of me, it...well, scared the shit out of me and I swore I'd never ever do it again. But it had just felt so damn good. So, of course, I was right back doing it the next day. Twice. After that, I tried to set a record. How many times could I ejaculate in a single day? Three times. Four. Sometimes even five. By then my erection would be swollen and it would hurt like hell but that didn't mean I'd stop jerking off of course, I'd just dial it back to two or three times a day. If somebody had asked me back then if I liked boys, I would have shouted "NO"! And I wouldn't have been lying either. Up until that day, I had never even entertained the thought of being with another boy. I liked girls. A lot. Still do, by the way. That's why it still baffles me a bit how what you are about to read happened. I still try to convince myself that it was simply all those hormones racing around in my body or that adolescent horniness that forced me. And part of that may be true but it was so much more than that. Anyway, I had awoken that morning with a major stiffie. I usually jerked off in the bathroom because the door to my own room didn't have a lock - and I sure as shit didn't wanna get caught jerking off by my mom or my 14-year-old sister, Tina. For some reason, however, both my mom and Tina had decided to lay claim to the bathroom that morning, so I couldn't go out there and jerk off. As minutes turned to hours, I was getting more and more desperate. We lived in a three-bedroom apartment so I didn't really have a lot of alternatives. But then it dawned on me. The basement where we kept our bicycles. Hardly anyone went down there so I was pretty sure I could find the required privacy there. I slipped on my hoodie and sweatpants - leaving my boxers behind (figured they'd only be in the way). I got a porn magazine I had stashed away, put it in a plastic bag and off I went. Martin, a little fat boy with boy-boobs - he was about a foot shorter than me, also 12 years old, but there was nearly a year between us - was playing at the playground at our apartment building. We went to the same school, with him a year behind me. He waved at me as I crossed the yard, heading for the basement where I kept my bicycle. I waved back. Martin was a good kid, I guess, but he could be pretty annoying at times. Like I said, Martin was a fat kid and he was always kind of sweating. His T-shirt - which was way too small for him and always showed a bit of his round belly at the bottom - had these damp patches at the armpits and the back. He had a rather cute - if large - face which his mother had unfortunately topped off with a pretty bad bowl haircut. I could see him coming over and while we sometimes played together, I silently cursed him today. My penis was begging me for some action and all I wanted to do was to start my first jerk off session of the day. "Where you going?" he asked, looking the plastic bag in my hand. "Just gonna fix my bike, it had a flat," I replied. "Can I come? Maybe I can help," Martin said. Fuck! That was the last thing I needed. "No, go back to do whatever you were doing, I got this," I quickly replied. "Please? I'm bored. I don't wanna play anymore," he persisted. I walked down the stairs to the basement with Martin on my heels. I sighed, knowing that the greatest jerk-off session in the history of mankind had just gone to shit. I unlocked the door and held it open for him. "Okay," I told him, "But just for a couple of minutes." "Cool," he beamed and followed me inside. The basement was pretty rank. You could smell the mildew and though it was a perfect sunny day outside, you still needed the help from the single light bulb dangling from the low ceiling in order to see much. I hadn't been lying to Martin; my bicycle really did have a flat. I headed for the small shed where my bike was parked. I grabbed my keys and was about to open the padlock to the shed when it happened. The bag slipped out of my hand and hit the ground. And as luck would have it, the porn magazine slid out of the bag and careened across the coarse floor. I immediately went for it but Martin had already seen it. "Whoa," he gasped, "Is that...?" I tried to bag the magazine but the damn thing kept folding up on me. Martin looked up at me. "Is that a porn...?" he stuttered. I looked down at him and saw that excited yet shameful expression in his eyes that I recognized from my own first encounter with such a magazine. "Yeah," I said, "You've never seen one before?" "Uh-uh," he shook his head, unable to take his eyes off the explicit image on the cover page. "You wanna have a look?" I asked. Martin hesitated but I could see in his eyes that he most certainly did. "Come here," I told him and pulled him over to the far end of the basement where the light from the bulb was fairly good. We sat down on the cement floor, leaned against the wall and I handed him a magazine. He turned the pages carefully, studying each image intensely. It was pretty basic stuff; a man and a woman, his lips on her pussy, his cock in her mouth, him inside her pussy, him deep inside her ass. That last image caught Martin by surprise. "Yuck. In her butt? That's gross," he disclaimed. "Yeah, I guess," I told him, "She seems to like it though." His gaze returned to the pages. The busty lady in the pictures really did seem to love having a cock up her ass. As Martin leafed further, I noticed a tightening in his shorts -- probably involuntary -- but the sight, for some reason, turned me on. A lot. I felt my own penis grow hard, bulging behind the fabric of my sweat pants. Martin's boy-boobs stood out prominently in his tight T-shirt, especially sitting there against the wall, leaned in over the dirty magazine. I thought I was mistaken at first, but just like his shorts had begun to bulge, his nipples had grown hard and was pushing against the fabric of his T-shirt. "Have you ever played, you know, with your wiener?" I asked him. "No," he immediately responded. I saw his cheeks turn red in the dim light. "Really?" The fat boy hesitated before caving. "Okay, a couple of time," he said, "But it didn't really feel all that good. It just become a bit sore after a while." "Maybe you weren't ready." I told him, keeping my eyes on his crotch. "Have you?" he asked. "Yeah, I do it all the time." "Really?" Martin looked up at me - kinda star struck. "Does it, like, feel good?" "Yeah, it feels really nice. Your wiener starts to tickle a lot and then something comes out of it." Martin swallowed and began chewing on his lower lip. "What?" I asked, not understanding why he had suddenly turned so serious. "Is it, like, white and real sticky?" he asked without looking at me. I eyed him curiously. Yes, that's exactly what it was but more importantly, how did this kid know that if he wasn't jacking off? "Has it come out of your wiener too?" I asked. Again, Martin looked away with an embarrassed expression on his face. I could see that something was really troubling him. I put a soothing hand on his shoulder. "Has it, Martin?" He took a deep breath. Then nodded. "One night," he started, "I was sleeping and it just happened. This...stuff just came out of my wiener." He had basically just described my own first nocturnal emission. "My mommy totally freaked out and --" "Wait," I stopped him, "Why did your mom freak out? How did she even know?" Martin bowed his head. "Sometimes I go sleep in her bed," he said with the voice of an embarrassed child, "That's where it happened." Jeez, I thought. What a bummer. At least I had been in my own bed when it had happened to me and, as far as I knew, nobody had any idea it had occurred. That first time, I had ejaculated in my boxers and I had immediately thrown them in the trash. That made me wonder... "Didn't it, like, come out in your underwear?" I asked. "No," Martin replied and blushed, "Sometimes I don't wear any when I go to bed." I couldn't help but picture Martin lying there in his mom's bed with no underwear on, and then suddenly ejaculating on her sheets. Damn, I thought, this kid is pretty bad ass. "She makes me wear a diaper now if I want to sleep in her bed," Martin continued. Okay, maybe not such a bad ass after all. But now I could at least understand why he hadn't been playing with his wiener that much. It must have been completely embarrassing having that little accident with his mother lying next to him. I gave his shoulder a squeeze. "I think you should try it again," I told him, "You might like it." "What if it just ends up being sore again?" he asked. "I don't think it will. When I do it, it totally tickles." "Where?" "Right..." I put my hand on the bulge in my sweatpants, "...here." I saw Martin swallow as I squeezed my erection, making the fabric of my pants stand out prominently. He had a hard time taking his eyes off my bulge and I noticed that his own little bulge wasn't diminishing. "You wanna touch it?" I asked him. Martin's face was turning red and I saw small beads of sweat form on his upper lip. "No," he whispered but there wasn't any real weight behind his word. "It's okay if you want to," I told him. Again, the boy swallowed in dry throat. I could see that he was really struggling with the decision, part of him really wanted to touch it while the other part was afraid of admitting it. "You won't tell anyone?" he asked in a low voice. "Of course not." The fat little kid took a deep breath and finally reached down and touched my bulge. I barely felt it before he immediately pulled his hand back. I looked up at him and I think he saw the disapproving look in my eyes. He took another breath and moved his hand down to my bulge again, this time holding on to it. I could feel that his hand was cold, even through the fabric. Nevertheless, it felt surprising wonderful to have another hand touch my penis - even if it was a boy. My erection twitched in my pants and Martin and I snickered. "It's really hard," he whispered. I nodded and looked down at his groin. The crotch of his shorts was really distended by now and Martin noticed where my gaze was pointed. "Do you want me to touch yours?" I asked him. The boy hesitated but finally nodded. I felt his little cock jolt in his shorts as my hand covered his groin. Martin sucked in a sharp breath when I gave his bulge a squeeze and I saw his fat thighs quiver briefly. I felt his erection spasm against my hand and heard Martin let out a little yelp. "Does it hurt?" I asked him and gave his erection another squeeze. Martin just shook his head and I could see the excited but confused look in his eyes. I kinda new how he was feeling because my own thoughts were all over the place. It wasn't supposed to feel nice when another boy touched your private parts. Was it? "Do you...you know...like it?" I asked him. "I don't know," he said and bit his lip. I was pretty sure that he was struggling with the same thoughts as I were. Of course he liked it, just as much as I did. But when another boy fondles your wiener, that's like...gay. Isn't it? "Do you like it?" he asked me. It became all too apparent to me that he didn't want to left out to dry, he needed me to take the first step. I nodded and I could see the relief on the boy's face. "Yeah, it does feel kinda nice," Martin said and lowered his gaze. We just sat there for a while, holding each other's bulges. Neither of us said anything but both of us were breathing rather deeply. At some point my excitement finally got the better of me. I lifted my hand a bit and pressed it down his taut waistband. "What are you doing?" he asked and pulled his hand away from my groin. I did see genuine apprehension in his eyes but he didn't do anything to stop my hand. I had seriously underestimated the girth of his big belly though, and I had a hard time of getting even the tips of my fingers past his waistband. "I just wanna see it," I told him, "For real." "I don't know," Martin repeated, "Isn't that, like...gay?" I was unsure how to argue against that but I had really made up my mind about seeing Martin's penis. Instead I reached down to my own waistband and pulled my sweatpants open. My six proud inches of erection popped out like a Jack in the Box. Although Martin probably couldn't tell - due to me not being circumcised - my glans felt like it was throbbing, with the veins standing out prominently along my engorged shaft "Whoa," Martin stuttered, "That's big." I was hoping, now that I had showed him my penis, that he would get over any gay hang-ups he had. I worked my sweatpants further down until they were bundled around my ankles. I parted my legs a bit so that Martin got an unobstructed view of my private parts. I had only a miniscule amount of hair on my sack but those few strands impressed Martin just as much as the size of my penis had. "You have hair down there?" he asked. "I guess," I shrugged, "Don't you?" The boy shook his head and looked down, almost like he was embarrassed by that fact for some reason. "Can I see it?" I carefully ventured again. Martin bit his lower lip again and I could see that he was really struggling with the decision. "You really wanna see it?" he asked. "Yeah, I really do." "Promise you won't laugh?" Martin said and looked at me with pleading eyes. "Why would I laugh, dummy?" "Because it's not, like, big or anything." "I don't care," I told him, "I just wanna see it." The boy still hesitated and I decided to make the decision for him. I rolled over on my knees in front of him, reached down and grabbed his waistband. Martin looked up at me with startled eyes but he finally lifted his butt a bit and together we slipped his shorts down to his ankles. He kicked them off and I noticed his hard, little cock bulging in his tiny cotton briefs - you know, the kind your mother buys for you when you're a kid. His breathing quickened - so did mine to be honest - and his fat belly ballooned his T-shirt as I moved my hand down between his legs again. "Are you sure?" he whispered. His eyes relayed his trepidation. I tried to calm him with a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I am," I said and gently peeled down his briefs. His cock might not have been as big as mine, three maybe four inches long, but it was incredibly hard, almost like a totem pole. Like me, Martin wasn't circumcised but I could easily make out how his bloated glans was distending his pale foreskin. As I tucked his briefs further down and saw his small hairless sack. It was heavily contracted, not much bigger than a large prune - and just as wrinkled. "You're really hard, huh?" I said. "I'm sorry, it just does that sometimes," Martin replied with a squeaky voice. The embarrassment was obvious on his face and he must've misunderstood my meaning because he tried to pull his briefs back up. "That's totally normal," I told him and brushed his hands away. "I think it looks really good." I wasn't placating him or anything, I really did think his penis was quite beautiful all stiff like that. I was surprised by the tightness I felt in my groin when looking at Martin's penis. Though I had seen other stiffies in the porn mags, being this close to another boy's erection felt strangely arousing. "You really think it's pretty?" Martin asked. "Yeah." "I think yours is pretty too," he said and looked down at my groin. I was still on my knees in front of him and my erection was pointing straight up in the air. When I grabbed the sides of his cotton briefs, Martin instinctively lifted his butt and let me slide them off his large legs. The coarse cement floor was hard on my kneecaps and I decided to sit back down next to Martin. I kicked off my sneakers and used my feet to pull the sweatpants off my ankles. So, there we were, two twelve-year-old boys wearing only T-shirts and socks, sitting next to each other with our erections sticking out proudly from our groins. "What do we, like, do now?" Martin asked. "Whatever we want, I guess." I snatched a glance at the chubby boy out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was wringing his hand while his nervous eyes darted around. I placed a hand on his blubbery thigh. It was supposed to be for comfort but the boy jolted at my touch. "Are you okay?" I asked and gave his thigh a soft squeeze. Martin nodded fervently but he was definitely not okay. "Sure?" I pressed. "I'm just a little nervous," Martin finally whispered. "Why?" Martin looked off to the other end of the basement. "What if someone walks in and sees us like this?" That surprised me. I hadn't even thought about anyone walking in on us, I thought he felt nervous because of me. I gave his thigh another gentle squeeze. "Don't worry about that, nobody ever comes down here," I reassured him - hoping that I was right. Martin nodded and I saw him calm down a bit. "You're probably right." "Can I touch it?" Martin looked up at me, eyes wide, stunned by my straightforwardness. "T-t-touch it?" he stuttered, "My wiener?" "Yeah," I nodded, "You said that you had tried playing with it." "Uh-huh." "Maybe you should try again. Who knows, maybe you're ready now," I soothed him, caressing his thigh, "It kinda looks ready." Martin looked down at his swollen little penis. "You think?" Without waiting for him to make up his mind, I reached down between his legs and folded my hand around his erection. Martin let out a surprised shriek and held his breath in a nearly frozen state. "Just relax," I chuckled. I pealed back his tender foreskin and his small but bloated glans nearly popped out of its hiding place. Martin exhaled in short bursts as a ran my hand down his little boy-boner. I gave his cock a squeeze and felt it spasm in my hand. Moving very gentle, I ran my fingers up along his hard shaft, rolled the foreskin back in place over his sensitive glans, only to peel back down as my hand moved down to the base of his shaft. I felt how all the blood vessels in his penis expanded, how my touch made his glans blossom like a shiny purple mushroom. I couldn't help but notice how Martin's big round belly rapidly rose and fell as the young boy sucked in excited gulps of air. "You like it?" I asked him. Martin looked up at me with big round eyes that were full of amazement. That was all the answer I needed but I appreciated it when he slowly nodded. When I jerked off at home, I usually used some of my mom's moisturizing cream to lube my cock but I hadn't thought about bringing it and I cursed myself. But then I thought of something. "Stay here," I told him and let go of his little erection, "I'll be right back." "Where you going?" he asked, and I was pretty sure I heard something that sounded like disappointment (or was it frustration?) in his voice. "I'm just gonna go get something. Two seconds, Martin," I replied. I rushed to the stall where my bike was parked. I crossed my fingers and prayed that it was still there. It was. A squeeze bottle with bicycle chain oil. I grabbed it and hurried back to Martin. I feared that the boy had changed his mind and had gotten dressed during the few seconds I had been gone but when I returned, Martin was still sitting where I had left him. "Hold out your hand," I said and I sat back down next to him. The boy looked at me curiously but held out his hand like I had told him. I pulled the cap off the bottle and squeezed a generous amount of oil into his hand. "What does it do?" he asked skeptically. "I'll show you," I told him. I squeezed some oil into my hand and grabbed Martin's stiffie again. The boy sucked in a deep breath as I coated his shaft and hairless testicles with a thick layer of lubricant. "Whoa," he uttered. "Feels even nicer, doesn't it?" I asked and grabbed his erection firmer. As I began massaging his erection up and down, Martin just swallowed and nodded but I could tell that he was really enjoying it. Seeing that didn't exactly make me any less horny. At that point, I had never even entertained the thought of being with another boy but by now I was so fucking horny that I couldn't have cared less. I continued rubbing his stiffie, going up and down really slow. I could hear Martin's breathing grow louder and deeper, and I made sure to squeeze his glans extra hard every time my hand reached it. "Put your hand on my wiener," I told him. Martin looked at me, then down at his lubricated hand. I could see him struggling again. "Just do what I do," I said. "Okay," Martin whispered and slowly moved his hand down to my swollen penis. I let out a slight moan when I felt his doughy hand grab a hold of my erection. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked with concern in his voice. I just shook my head and tried to calm my breathing. I was amazed at how different it felt having another person's hand on your penis. You'd think a hand is a hand but that couldn't be further from the truth. Martin was obviously a novice when it came to masturbation but he did really well at imitating what I was doing to his stiffie. Even though his palm still felt a bit cold, his pudgy hand was really soft as he moved it up and down my erection. "It's really hard," Martin said, peering down at my cock. "So's yours." Martin giggled and blushed. I really liked his boyish awkwardness, it was kinda sweet. Even though he was fat and sweaty, I found myself feeling strangely attracted to the boy. Martin had a cute face and his boy-boobs were actually turning me on quite a lot. I almost hadn't noticed it, but I had begun jerking him off a lot faster now and Martin had started letting out these sweet little moans. He was doing the same to my cock and it felt amazing. I sneaked a glance at him and I could see how sweat was running down his forehead, his mouth was open and he was breathing heavily. Martin caught me glancing at him and immediately looked alarmed. "Am I doing it wrong?" he asked. "Not at all," I smiled, "It's really nice, isn't it? Doing it together?" Martin nodded and again his chubby cheeks blushed. When he lowered his head, I used my other hand to lift his chin back up. His big round eyes stared into mine and we held each other's gaze for several seconds. At some point, both of us had stopped jerking each other off and were just holding on to the other's cock, our eyes locked. I don't know exactly what came over me but I slowly leaned in close to Martin's face and placed a kiss against his quivering lips. I was surprised when he didn't pull back, I just saw him swallow and heard his breath stutter in his chest. I kissed his mouth again and this time held my lips pressed against his. I felt Martin's lips pucker into a kissing shape and press against mine. We sat there for quite a long time, two 12-year-old boys with our lips against each other's. When we finally pulled apart, I think both of us felt rather awkward at first. Even though we still held each other's stiff erections in our hands, kissing had somehow felt more intimate and even more taboo. "That was nice," I told Martin without looking at him. The boy nodded slowly. "Wanna try it again?" I asked. Again, Martin nodded and we pressed our lips against each other. I was really surprised at how great it felt kissing another person. Sure, I'd kissed my mother and my grandmother plenty of times but not like this - definitely not like this - not with this kind of passion. As Martin and I shifted our heads a bit, I couldn't help but gently run my tongue against his soft lips. The boy didn't react, maybe he thought it had just been a mistake, but when I did it again, his eyes opened briefly. Undeterred, I let my tongue probe his lips and I thought I sensed him smile. I kept probing and suddenly something soft and coarse brushed against the tip of my tongue. Martin and I pulled our heads back simultaneously and stared at each other. "Whoa," he said. "Yeah, that felt totally weird," I nodded. We held each other's gaze for what felt like a minute before leaning into a kiss again. This time, our tongues aggressively sought out their counterparts. Our saliva mixed as our tongues played against each other, both of us trying to get as far as possible into the other's mouth. I loved the feeling of Martin's warm breath in my mouth, and the goosebumps it caused. Our mouths were really going at it now and at some point, I let go of Martin's erection and instead grabbed his boy-boobs through his T-shirt. I've always had a thing for breasts and I had often sneaked quick glances at my older sister's blossoming bosom when we were on the beach, or when she got out of the shower. Martin's boobs were bigger than me sister's sprouts though and - even if they weren't "real" breasts - they still felt like what I imagined real boobs would feel like. I gently pinched his nipples through his shirt. They were already erect and pointy and Martin moaned into my mouth when I fondled them. I leaned in further, turned around until Martin glided down to his back with me on top of him. Although his hand was no longer on my throbbing stiffie, it felt absolutely amazing pressing my groin against his. Our small slippery erections rubbed against each other and his big belly felt so soft against mine. Our tongues were all over each other and I reached down and pulled his tight T-shirt up over his chest. I could tell that Martin was embarrassed by his heavy frame by the way he tried to cover up but when I bend my mouth down to one of his boobs, and took his hard nipple between my lips, he let out a surprised little gasp. His nipple had a nice and salty taste to it from his sweat and I gave his boob a firm squeeze and pressed it further into my mouth. I could tell that Martin was enjoying himself by the way he grinded his groin against mine. "It really tickles," he moaned. It must have tickled in a good way because he had completely surrendered now and was lying with his arms spread out on the cement floor, sighing deeply while I sucked on his boobs and nipples. My bloated glans was poking at Martin's little scrotum and his soft perineum as we grinded against each other, occasionally slipping further down to his buttocks. Pressing my excited cock against his soft flesh send surges of pleasure rippling through my body and it was as if my erection had a mind of its own, because it kept sliding further down until it was pressing against the crack between his large round cheeks. There was a growing urge in whole body that I could no longer suppress. I lifted my head, a gooey thread of saliva connecting my lips and Martin's nipple. The boy looked up at me. He was winded, like he had just done the 100-yard dash. "What? What is it?" he asked. "I...," my courage failed me for a moment but Martin's expecting gaze finally nudged me on, "I think I wanna put my wiener into your hole." Martin swallowed several times and I could see the apprehensive look in his eyes return. His lips quivered, moved slightly like he was trying to say something and finally the words came. "In my tush?" I nodded, almost embarrassed. I fully realized that this was asking a lot. We might have jerked each other off and kissed, but this involved sticking your wiener into another boy's anus. Whichever way you sliced it, that was gay. Wasn't it? "I don't know," Martin hesitated, "Don't you think it'll hurt in my bum?" "If it hurts too bad, we'll just stop. Right?" "I don't know," he repeated and I could see he was really struggling with the thought of having my penis inside of him, "I'm not sure I want to try that." I wasn't too surprised; it had been a long shot after all. I nodded and was about to accept defeat when I looked down at Martin again. He just looked so cute lying there on the cement floor, with his shirt tucked up underneath his chin, his wet nipples and his flustered cheeks. "What if you go first?" I asked and leaned down and kissed him. "First?" I could tell by the confused look in his eyes that he hadn't understood what I had meant. I smiled. "What if you put your wiener into my bum first," I explained, "And then I put my into yours?" Martin's eyes went wide. I could almost see his mind spinning behind his forehead, perhaps this quid pro quo was worth exploring. I thought it was a fair suggestion and I hoped Martin thought the same. "Just for a minute, right?" he said, "We'll just try it really quickly, okay?" I nodded, feeling my body starting to simmer. Martin took a deep breath. His big belly pushed against mine and I felt how his body was quivering. I gave his lips a quick kiss and moved up on top of him. The cement floor felt cold and hard against my knees and shins as I straddled Martin. He looked up at with his mouth agape, an expression of trepidation and excitement on his face. I leaned back a bit and felt his hard little erection stab my buttocks. I wiggled my butt slightly and Martin's penis found its way in between my buttocks. I lowered my hips a bit and an intense warmth spread in my loin when his little eager glans brushed past my anus. My own stiff cock twitched at the touch. I tried moving my butt and again Martin's slippery glans grazed my anal opening. I absolutely loved the tickling sensation I felt in my opening but I really wanted to get his penis inside my butt. I reached behind me and grabbed Martin's unruly erection. He sucked in a sharp breath as I guided his glans against my hole. I adjusted my hips and leaned back onto it. His throbbing glans felt really warm against my anus and I held it steady as I lowered my butt. It hurt. I won't lie. Even though Martin's little erection was no bigger than my thumb, feeling it stretch my young sphincter was really uncomfortable. "Does it hurt?" Martin asked. I nodded but continued lowering my hips. His glans widened my opening and all of a sudden, his glans glided inside of my anus. I gasped, more in surprise than in pain. "Are you okay?" Martin asked, quite alarmed now. "Yeah," I nodded, still a bit surprised that it actually didn't feel all that bad. I lowered myself until my buttocks pressed against Martin's hips. I stopped moving and just sat there, feeling how my sphincter gradually expanded and accepted Martin's girth. I was constantly waiting for it to hurt really bad but it didn't. I looked down at Martin and couldn't help but giggle. "Your wiener is inside my butt." Martin looked up at me. His mouth was still agape and he was still sporting that confused look. I think it finally dawned on him that, yes, his wiener was indeed inside my butt, and he couldn't hold back a giggle either. "Does it hurt?" he asked after the giggling had subsided. "No, just a little to begin with," I told him, "It feels really nice now." I lifted myself a bit and felt how his erection slowly slid out of my but when I sat back down, it glided right back inside of me. I pressed my butt as far down it would go and was surprised at the strange tickle, I felt inside of me. "What about you?" I asked, "Does it feel nice." Martin nodded profusely. "It's really warm." I suspected he was referring to my anus and I began gently rocking back and forth on top of him. That lovely tickling sensation I had felt seconds earlier, flared up every time I sank back on Martin's erection. I heard myself starting to moan with pleasure and increased my tempo a bit. Though Martin's small penis didn't go all that far up inside of me, it was pressing against something really sensitive - my prostate, I later learned. "It's actually really, really nice," I said. Even though we had agreed on only a minute of penetration, I was absolutely enjoying myself and, by the looks up it, so was Martin. I reached down and put my hands on his chubby boobs, held on to them as I rode him. "What's that?" I heard him ask. I looked down and saw that he was pointing at my penis. My eyes shifted my hard erection that was grinding against the skin of his stomach. A rather thick and clear strand of pre-cum was dangling from my meatus. "I don't know," I told him, "It just comes out sometimes when I touch my wiener." More of the translucent substance seeped out of me as I rocked back and forth and began pooling in Martin's belly button. My curiosity got the better of me and I reached down and prodded the tip of my finger at it. It was really sticky and when I pulled my finger back, the pre-cum stretched like melted mozzarella. I put the finger to my lips and licked it off with my tongue. It didn't taste like much to be honest, almost like a salty gel. "Can I try," Martin asked. I nodded, got some more pre-cum of my finger and stuck it into his waiting mouth. He sucked it off my finger. I could see him letting his tastebuds do the work. He shrugged. I nodded. Pinching his nipples as I rocked back and forth, I could feel his breathing strain in excitement. I loved how his big belly pressed against my erection when he inhaled, squeezing more pre-cum out of me in the process. I couldn't help but wonder how he was feeling, how an anus felt around a penis. As much as I enjoyed sitting on top of him with his erection inside of me, I really wanted to find out how it felt the other way around. "Do you, maybe, wanna switch?" I asked him. Martin opened his eyes. I could sense a bit of disappointment in his gaze - he must really be enjoying himself, I thought - but also an sense of obligation to our agreement. I had lived up to my part of the bargain, now it was up to him. "Okay," he nodded. I gently lifted my butt and felt Martin's penis slowly glide out of my rectum. I was a bit surprised by how much my anus had gotten used to having his penis inside of it, and now that it was out, I had a strange feeling of emptiness. Martin was about to get up, thinking we'd assume the reverse position, but I nudged him back down and instead climbed down between his legs. I grabbed his large thighs and pressed them up against his chest. His big round butt rolled up right in front of my throbbing erection, his ass cheeks spread wide, exposing his brown anus. His butt gave off a very interesting and musky aroma that I couldn't decide whether I liked or really, really liked. Whatever the case, the odor was very exciting to my young nostrils. I kneed myself a bit closer and aimed my swollen glans at his opening. "Are you ready?" I asked. Martin nodded anxiously. I gently pressed my glistening erection against his anus and I saw him grimacing as his pubescent sphincter resisted as hard as it could. I pressed a little harder and heard Martin suck in air through clenched teeth. "You have to relax," I whispered. Martin nodded and took two deep breaths, trying to calm down his body. I tried again and felt how my glans squeezed into his opening. It was only a couple of millimeters but I could already feel how warm his anus was. Martin continued breathing deeply, relaxing his muscles as well as his mind. He jolted and yelped as my glans suddenly popped past his sphincter and disappeared into his anus. "That really hurt," he whimpered and grit his teeth. "I know," I soothed him and stopped moving my pelvis. Letting his anal opening expand around my penis, I noticed how his little penis slowly lost its rigid firmness and went limp. I almost smiled at how little it was in its soft state but I didn't want to embarrass the boy. Feeling his sphincter calm down around my erection, I gingerly pressed forward a little bit. Martin's eyes flickered briefly as my erection moved further inside of him. Again, I paused and waited patiently until his anus had accepted my girth. "Does it still hurt?" I asked. "Just a little bit," Martin nodded, "It's not that bad now." I rested his thighs against my chest and noticed how he bend his calves over my shoulders on his own. They felt heavy against my slender frame but I wanted Martin to feel as relaxed as possible. Satisfied that he was ready for a bit more, I pressed my pelvis further forward. Martin didn't react and I pushed forward until my hips pressed against his big round buttocks. Damn, his anus felt so good around my stiffie. So warm. Martin might have been big and fat, but his little hole was incredibly tight. The way it gripped my erection, how his warm flesh squeezed the entirety of my erection in such a lovely way, was completely mind-blowing. Every little fiber in my sensitive penis felt like it was being caressed in the most wonderful way. I could even feel Martin's heartbeat reverberate through my stiffie - or maybe it was my own. I had fantasized countless times about what a wet pussy would feel like around my cock, and while this obviously wasn't a girl's pussy, it was still a thousand times more intense than what I had expected - and it beat the living fuck out of masturbation. "Is it all the way in?" Martin asked. "I think so," I replied, "Does it feel better now?" Martin nodded. I recognized the perplexed expression on his face. I had probably had the same look on my face when Martin had been inside me. The look that said `I-know-I'm-not-supposed-to-like-this-but-it-just-feels-so-damn-good'. I began moving my hips back and forth slowly. I was not prepared for how amazing it felt and I let out a soft moan. Although Martin's anal muscles resisted a bit at first, the more I moved back and forth, the easier my erection glided in and out. When I looked down, I noticed that Martin's penis wasn't that limp anymore. In fact, it was getting harder and harder as moved back and forth. It didn't take long before it was as hard and stiff as it had been a few minutes earlier. I giggled and pointed down. Martin lifted his head and looked at his stiffie that twitched every time my penis went all the way up inside of him. "It tickles," he smiled, "It's like you're hitting a special place inside of me." "I felt that too," I nodded, "Was it when I was further out or all the way in?" "It's kinda, like, where it is now," Martin answered. I nudged my pelvis forward just a fraction of an inch. Martin's breath stuttered in his throat. "Right there?" I asked. I did the pelvis thing again. And again. And again. Each time Martin would moan slightly and his cock would stir. "Yeah. Right there," he finally blurted out. As Martin's cock grew harder with each stab of my pelvis, I felt my own cock blossom inside him, reaching an almost painful hardness. I continued stabbing him, just slight jerks at first but as the joyful feeling travelled from my glans down deep into my loins, I began to thrust myself deeper and harder into him. I barely heard Martin moaning in pleasure due to the loud groans bursting from my own lips. I grabbed a firm hold of his large thighs. Our sweaty skin smacked against each other loudly as I proceeded to deep fuck his lovely tight asshole. It felt so damn good and I didn't want it to end but I could also feel my orgasm rearing its beautiful head. "Oh, dear." Both of us froze mid-move. Martin tilted his head backwards and I looked up. Old Mrs. Jennings, a sixty-something lady that lived in the same apartment complex, was standing a few yards away, staring down at us. Next to her, her grandchild Erica, an adorable four-year-old girl, tried to hide behind her dress. "I'm so sorry," Mrs. Jennings said, covering her mouth with her hand, "I thought you were fighting." I saw her swallow at the sight of the two young boys having sex in front of her. I don't know why, but neither Martin or I moved a muscle. We just laid there, me still with my penis inside his anus. I guess we were just too shocked at being caught, and - considering the circumstances - it was kinda too late to do anything about it anyway. "I really didn't mean to disturb you," old Mrs. Jennings said and slowly started to back away. "What are they doing, grandma?" the little girl asked. "Come, sweetheart," she said and picked up the girl, "Let's give the boys their privacy." We followed her with our eyes, saw her occasionally look back over her shoulder as she made her way toward the exit. When we heard the door close behind her, Martin and I stared into each other's eyes. It was obvious that we were both terribly embarrassed at being caught like this, but the whole comical absurdity of the situation quickly formed smiles on our faces. Then Martin burst out laughing and I couldn't help hooting as well. His laughter made his anus embrace my erection in such a magnificent and tight hold, and it sent waves of enormous pleasure through my groin. I leaned down, kissed his soft lips and began moving my pelvis back and forth again. It didn't take many seconds for the encounter with Mrs. Jennings and her granddaughter to feel like a distant memory. Martin folded his arms around me and our tongues played with each other while I began moving faster. His tight anus felt so incredible and my loins started to tickle again. I was breathing hard by now and I knew that it wouldn't take long before my orgasm exploded in my groin. As the climax grew closer by the second, I readied myself to squirt my warm semen up into Martin's anus...but then Martin let out a shocked gasp. It was so loud that it pierced right through my filter of lust. To be honest, it scared the shit out of me. I thought it first that I had hurt him, maybe torn something inside of him. I immediately stopped and gawked down at Martin but then saw that he had lifted himself onto his elbows and was staring down at his groin. "What?" I said, deeply concerned. "Don't stop," he said without taking his eyes off his erection. Puzzled, I jabbed my penis deep into him and heard him moan loudly. "Something's happening," he stuttered, barely able to close his mouth. And then something marvelous occurred. After all my pounding, all my stimulation, his prostate finally surrendered and released a full-blown ejaculation. Martin gasped as the first gooey drop of semen lazily formed in his urethral opening. "Dude," I whispered, completely stunned. The drop of semen grew, spilled over his swollen glans and dripped down onto his belly. "Jesus," he moaned. He had a shocked expression on his face and, to be honest, so had I. I had obviously never seen anything like that before and I wasn't sure whether what was happening was good or bad. I saw Martin's hairless sack contract and almost simultaneously, his penis coughed out a thick gob of murky white cum onto his distended belly. "Jesus Christ," Martin stuttered. I couldn't quite tell whether he was still in shock or if he actually enjoyed it. He yelped in surprised as another spurt of semen shot out of his erection. This load was heavier than the first, still a little chunky, but whiter. The sticky load splashed against his sagging boobs and began running down his sides. It was probably the hottest sight I've ever seen - before or since. I couldn't control myself any longer. Just as his penis shot out another beautiful rope of milky white semen, I pulled out of him, pressed my cock against his and grabbed both of them with my hand. With his cock still oozing cum, it lubed up mine even further and it didn't take more than a few seconds before I came. And boy did I cum. The first rope must have been a good three or four feet long. It shot across Martin's big belly, drew a line across his boobs and splashed against his face. He winced in surprise and jerked his head away with strands of my semen between his lips. My next two ropes didn't quite reach his face but instead splashed against his already cum covered stomach and chest. I squeezed the last drops of semen out of our erections before sagging back to my knees, panting like crazy, sucking in deep gulps of air, trying to catch my breath. I looked down at Martin. His thighs were still trembling from his orgasm. His little penis had lost some of its hardness. Like a hand on a clock, it slowly rolled down until it hung limp between his hairless testes. I looked up at his face. A strand of my semen was dangling from his chin. "Whoa" I said. That little utterance completely incapsulated how the day had been. "Whoa," Martin agreed. He stared down at his wet belly, mesmerized by the sight of all the semen. He was still winded by our shared experience and I thought for a moment that the semen disgusted him, but then a wide smile spread on his face. "Jesus, that tickled so much." "Right?" I chuckled, "It's crazy." I bend down and kissed him. He still had my semen on his lips but I didn't care. Our tongues swapped my semen, mixed it with our saliva. Like the pre-cum, it actually tasted pretty good. As I pulled my head back, Martin sent me the loveliest smile that sent a peculiar warmth through my heart. When I got back to my feet, Martin reached for his briefs on the floor and started to soak up the semen on his chest and stomach. "There's so much of it," he chuckled and dried his boy boobs. I helped him up and we got dressed. There was a moment of awkward silence as I bagged the porn magazines, both of us feeling a bit overwhelmed with what we had just done. I was definitely struggling with my own feelings. I had never had a gay thought in my life but here I was, having had a penis in my anus and my own penis in a boy's butt. "So...?" I asked, "Did you like it?" "Did you?" Martin asked without looking at me. I recognized his need for confirmation, he wasn't going to be the first to admit anything and I couldn't hold back a smile. "Yeah, I did." "So did I," Martin finally said. Making sure we had all of our stuff, we headed for the door. When Martin turned the lock, I put my hand on his. When he looked up at me, I bend down and kissed him. He let out the cutest little sound. The sun was stark against our eyes as we stepped outside. I wanted to hold his hand as we crossed the yard but refrained from touching him. We arrived at my door and we just stood there without saying anything, feet scraping away imaginary pebbles. "So," I said, "Do you wanna, maybe, like, hang out tomorrow?" Martin held my gaze. His eyes didn't reveal much but I was fairly certain he understood what I meant. "Yeah," he replied and smiled. "Martin!" We turned at the sound of a woman's voice. It was Martin's mom, Jan, a big fat woman in her late forties. "Hi, mommy," Martin said and hugged his mother. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you." "We've just been playing," Martin said - not really a lie. His mom smiled at me, grateful that someone would take the time to play with her child. "That's great," Jan said and took Martin's hand, "Come, we're visiting uncle Jimmy today, remember." "Oh, yeah, that's right." As they turned to walk away, his mom noticed something. "What's that in your hair?" She ran a hand over the small gob of my semen in Martin's hair that both he and I had missed. Martin looked back over his shoulder at me and smiled. Seeing the little fat boy walk away, holding his mother's hand, I couldn't take my eyes off his big round buttocks that made his shorts look like they had been spray-painted on. Goddamn, how I wanted my fuckbuddy.