This story contains, or will contain, sexual scenes involving boys of the ages of 16, 13, and 8. Proceed at your own risk.
The first time Danny and I "had fun" was when he was 13 and I was just 8. We had started living in the same house a few years before that, because our single mothers had decided to move in together to save money. In that time, we had become like brothers.
I was sitting in the bathtub of our relatively small bathroom, just playing with some toys before it was time to get out. The door to the bathroom opened and in walked Danny, shutting the door behind himself. At the time, I didn't really find this weird or anything. Like I said, we had become like brothers to each other, and I didn't really mind him seeing me naked.
"Hey Aaron, what are you doing?" he asked me, walking over to the tub. He put his hand on my head a tousled my short brown hair, which was wet from the water.
"Nothing." I replied, moving my head away from his hand playfully.
"Oh, well do you mind if I get in there with you?" he asked.
"Uh, sure." I said. This definitely wasn't normal, because we never took baths together. In fact, even though Danny saw me naked all the time, I never really got to see him naked. I think it was because he was at that age where he never liked to be naked when anyone could see him. However, evidently that didn't apply now.
"Awesome," he said, and then went over to the door and pushed in the lock. I wasn't really sure why he was doing that, but I wasn't going to question him. He came back over to the tub and started stripping his clothes off. He was a nice, slim 13 year old boy. He had some shaggy blond hair that I always liked to mess up even though he sometimes got annoyed at me for doing it.
He took off his shirt first, to reveal a set of tan lines that he had gotten from going outside too much without taking his shirt off. Then, he slipped out of his shorts to show a pair of light-blue boxer briefs, with a tent where his willy was. Actually, now that I was looking at it, that tent seemed to be sticking out more than the other times I had seen him in his underwear.
Then he slowly slipped his under down his legs, and stepped out of them. The first thing I noticed was the small patch of dark hair that he had grown over the base of his dick. That had not been there the last time I had seen him naked. However, that wasn't the only thing that surprised me, because when his underwear cleared his penis, it popped up and stuck out from his body. I had never seen it like that.
"Sorry about that, it's called a boner, it happens sometimes," he explained. I had no idea what a boner was, but I wasn't going to ask any questions. He then stepped over the edge of the tub into that water. As he did this, I watched his balls jiggle back and forth as he stepped. They were a lot bigger than mine, and they hung down further.
He sat down in the water on the opposite end of the water, and we both had to cross our legs to make room. "What do you want to do now?" I asked, expecting him to want to play with some of the bath toys with me, or something.
Instead he said, "Do you want to do something that feels really good?" As he said this, I watched as his dick began to stand up more and more, forming a more severe angle from his body. For some reason, watching the began to make mine feel a little funny, and I wondered if mine would be able to stand up like his was.
"Umm, I guess." I replied, really curious as to what was going to happen.
"Alright, this might be a little weird at first, but just let me do it. It will feel really good." he said, and then he reached out his hand and put it on my thigh. I knew then that he was going to touch my wiener, and I started to close my legs because I thought it was going to tickle.
He stopped me though, and said, "Just let me do it."
I decided that I wanted to know if it actually felt that great, so I let him continue to run his hand up my thigh until he had my little penis in between his fingers. It wasn't until then that I realized that it was already hard and sticking out like his was. It wasn't nearly as long or wide as his was though; it was actually only a couple inches long, but I was a lot younger than him.
He rubbed one of his fingers on the tip of my dick, and that made me jump a little. It felt way better than I thought it was going to, and it surprised me. After that, though, I settled in and started to enjoy what he was doing. He just rubbed the head for a while, and then he took my whole wiener in his hand and started moving it back and forth. Every once in a while he would stop and feel my balls a little bit before going back to my wiener. It all felt spectacular and made me start moving my hips back and forth in synchronization with his hand motions.
He stopped all too soon, though. Probably because his main intention in coming into the bathroom wasn't to work on my penis, but was to get some attention for his. He asked, "You want to do that to me for a while?"
Even though he hadn't done it to me for very long, I thought that I should return the favor. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I just reached through the water and grabbed on to his package. It was way thicker and harder than when I touched my own, and his was like four inches long, but I went with it anyway. I started moving my hand back and forth like he had been doing, and he seemed to like that.
"Go up and down further when you do that," he instructed, and I complied, starting to move faster at the same time. He really reacted to that, because he let out a soft moan that probably would have been a lot louder if we had been in the house alone.
"That's great, buddy, I really needed this. Just keep doing that for a minute." he said in a moany voice, with his eyes closed.
I was trying to keep track of a minute, because I thought he meant that literally, and I was going to stop. However, it didn't really matter, because as I sped up even more right before I stopped, he let out and even louder moan and I saw a little squirt of white stuff shoot out of his dick and into the water. I had no idea what that was, but evidently it meant he was done, because he pushed my hand away right after he did it.
"Oh God," he said, "that was great. Thanks."
He stood up and of the water, and grabbed a towel to dry himself off. I noticed that his dick wasn't nearly as hard any more, and that it was going back to its normal floppy self by the second. All the while, my little willy was still as hard as ever, and I figured that I hadn't gotten the best end of the deal that had just gone down. I wanted the feeling that had made Danny shoot, and I hoped that he wanted to do stuff like this more often so that I could get it.
Once he had gotten all dried off, and had gotten his clothes back on, he said, "Maybe we can do something like this again."
Then he left me in the bathroom with a boner, hoping that "again," would be pretty soon.
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