Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 14:52:03 -0600 From: Scott Subject: Sleeping Over at Chuck's This story is fiction for the friction. Enjoy and remember to wash your hands when you're done. Also, please remember to donate what you can to Nifty.org. Now, on with the story... Chuck was a blonde, blue-eyed 13 year old who was on the school's wrestling team and shared second period History with me. Unlike other jocks at my school, Chuck had a shy, quiet personality that made me feel less intimidated by him. On most days I arrived to class before him and would always find my eyes turning towards the classroom door as Chuck entered. Our eyes would meet briefly, as if he too were looking for me. He always wore his black and gold letterman jacket. His hair was always neatly combed, parted on the side. He had beautiful hair, almost a platinum blonde. He had perfect skin as well, clear of any blemishes, and somewhat pale. Though taller than me, and an athlete, he had a very thin physique. I imagine he wrestled in the 95-100 pound weight range. After an end of semester class trip to some history museum we shared a table at a cafeteria the school bus drove to for lunch. It was the first time we had ever chatted and amazingly we hit it off. Soon after, we began seeing one another outside of school, going to movies on the weekend. Finally one weekend Chuck invited me to a sleepover at his house. I suppose at this time I should describe myself as well. In a way, I was somewhat the polar opposite of Chuck in the looks department. I had black hair worn somewhat long, my hair coming down close to my shoulders in the back and parted down the center. Where Chuck's hair was always perfectly combed, mine always seemed a bit unmanageable. My eyes were a hazel brown and bordered in thick eyelashes that gave them a slightly girlish appearance. Though of German and English ancestry, I have a Mediterranean complexion, what some would describe as an all year tan. At 13, I was rather short for my age, standing at just five feet tall. When standing next to Chuck, the top of my head came to about his chin. Oh, and another thing - I was still hairless, you know, "down there". I'm writing this purely for a wank, so I'm going to spare you the activities which occurred prior to our actually going to bed during the sleepover. Sleepover is such a misnomer when you consider that very little sleeping ever takes place on such occasions. We're in Chuck's bedroom sharing a double bed, a luxury I envied given I still slept in the small single bed I'd had since a very young child. We've both stripped down to white t-shirts and briefs. My penis struggles to remain soft as I discreetly watch Chuck pulling off his plaid flannel shirt and faded Levis, seeing his basket encased in clean white, combed cotton for the first time. As in class, our eyes meet momentarily, just as Chuck is kicking off his jeans. I've already managed to get into bed and under the quilted plaid bedspread, my boy peen now quickly elongating to its fully stretched state of arousal. Chuck seems to blush slightly as he catches me glancing at the crotch of his undies, but I imagine being an athlete, he's much more comfortable wtih undressing in front of other boys. Chuck crawls in bed and we turn onto our sides, facing one another to talk. There's a shaded reading lamp mounted on the wall behind Chuck's head and the lighting gives his blonde hair a halo effect. There's an unspoken tension between us as we lay so close together. Suddenly, without any word of warning, I feel Chuck's hand placed over my groin. At first, I think - Oh God, he's going to know I have a boner, but then, I think - Yeah, but it's his hand feeling me up. "You're hard," Chuck says, stating the obvious. "You can feel mine too if you want. I'm hard too." It's as though he's read my mind. My hand fumblishly find his crotch beneath the blankets, feeling the rubbery dense shaft standing up inside his briefs, and feeling the warmth of it through the thin cotton. "You wanna hump?" Chuck asks. I get the impression he's done this before during sleepovers with other boys. I nod my head and feel his boner flex against my gently kneading palm. "Roll over." He says simply. It's a command, but said in such a way that it comes out sounding like a polite request. Needless to say, I am only too happy to comply. Chuck lays on top of me as I spread my legs to accomodate him. Our groins press tightly together, feeling the heat of our horny boy cocks grinding against one another. I reach up and find my hands wandering down the sides of his slender back and cupping his small firm buns, feeling the twin mounds of his ass tensing as he grinds back and forth against me. I pivot my groin up and down, matching his rhythm of back and forth movements. The room remains silent save for the soft stifled grunts of pleasure escaping our lips. We're both looking into each other's faces, enjoying the sexual pleasure written there. "I want to see it...can I?" Chucks asks with a horny tone of expectation to his voice as I feel his hands reach down to the waistband of my briefs and begins to tug the sides my briefs downwards. Rolling off of me, Chuck flips the quilt and top sheet back, exposing my modesty to full view. My boyhood stands twitching in stiff pulsing lilts away from my groin. "You're still hairless....so hot!" Chucks says in a voice raspy with excitement. My undies are tugged down now just in front, the waistband hooked underneath my puffy round, snug scrotum. "Can I see your's too?" I ask. My lustful desire to see another boy's erection for the first time must have been so evident in my voice. Chuck arches his hips and tugs his JC Penney Towncraft briefs down to mid thigh. I'm surprized when I see, like myself, Chuck is still hairless too. "So are you." I say, alluding to his observation of my smooth state. "Yeah, but I get sperm. Do you?" "Yeah, some. Sometimes." I lie, never having had a wet cum in the short three months I've been masturbating. "Wanna jack-off?" Chuck offers, already encircling his fingers around what appears to be about four and a half inches of pale pink dick. "I nod my head and tug my briefs down further, gripping my three incher in much the same fashion as Chuck. Being two 13 year olds, we know little about pacing and almost immediately our hands are pistoning wildly up and down our horny boy boners at a frenzied pace. "Oh, man, I want to suck you. Please let me!" Chucks says in a pitiful sounding plea and turns on his side, pushing my hand off my dick and covering it with his mouth. I let out a sound that resembles a mouse squeeking. My head curling up from the pillow beneath it as I look on as Chuck's mouth tightly grips my finger-slender shaft and I feel his tongue exploring the contours of my drum-tight, bloated helmet. My legs spread out involuntarily, my outer thigh pressing against his chest. I whimper his name and it must excite him as I feel the suction of his mouth increase and hear him make his own whimper of pleasure. I feel Chuck's hand gripping my upper thigh and feel the edge of his thumb stroking the side of my tightening balls sac. I reach my left hand down and feel his boner. It feels feverishly warm and silky smooth. He begins to thrust into my fingers, moaning with my dick in his mouth. The sensation of that wet heat and his ticklish tongue causes me to involuntarily undulate my groin in up and down movements, fucking into his mouth. "Chuck...Chuck..." I whimper his name helplessly in between gaspish breaths, wanting to tell him to stop, but the feeling coming from my dick inside his mouth not wanting me to. I feel my perineum begin to spasm behind my balls and my up 'til now spermless balls begin to contract and tug upwards. Chuck is now thrusting his boner in harsh frantic jabs of my gripping fingers. "GONNA CUM!" I yelp in a high falsetto. And, for the first time since I've been maturbating feel the stinging heat of three rapid-fire pulses of watery boy cum bulletting up the center of my shaft. Almost simultaneously, Chuck lets out a harsh, tight-tummied grunt and I feel my wrist being splattered with his cum. I actually see his last squirt arcing up from his now plum purple tip, surprized that it's clear like water and not white like milk, as I assumed sperm would look. After a few minutes of uncomfortably shy embarrassment, we're ready again and this time I suck Chuck. His crotch has that spicey baked-apple aroma of hairless pubescent boy. He whimpers helplessly as I feast on his slender dick. It tastes slightly salt and the tip pulses nearly constantly with my tongue swirling over the glass-smooth, bell-shaped surface. Chuck reaches his climax quickly as I had before him and following 15 seconds of panting breaths, sounding like a sprinter nearing the finish line, his dick suddenly is pistoning in and out of my mouth like the needle on a sewing machine. "GONNA MAKE ME SPERM!" Chuck yelps as I feel his shaft contract and expand in spasms and taste droplets of warm boy cum splattering the roof of my mouth before dripping down onto my tongue. His sperm, really only semen at that age, tastes like sweet melted butter.