Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2010 06:32:33 -0800 (PST) From: Mike Subject: Story "Study Partner" Chapter 2 A continuing account of being seduced by a friend. Ron, was a year younger than I and he was the one responsible for my sexual awakening. He is also the reason I love the intimacy of another man. Oh so long ago I forgot to tell Ron thanks... So thank you Ron I did, no I still do, love you and to this day I think of you often with the same hardening. Sav Chapter 2 At last we were both naked and I drank in Ron's nudity. I was rigid beyond belief and I ran my vision hungrily over his body. Starting at his head and I could believe how intense his return gaze was as and thrilled realizing the look on his face was from him so obviously staring at my upright cock. That all by itself made me shake with need and as my ogling traveled over his moistened lips, the sweet curve of his neck, then over his slightly muscled chest and to the smooth flat expanse of his flat stomach I felt my cock heavy and hard between my legs. I was desperate for physical contact but with also torn by the carnal ardency of filling my eyes with Ron's flesh. My eyes traced the slim sides of his form lingering on the bony prominence of his hips and slowly allowing the lines of his hips to draw my vision to his sex. I had intentionally denied myself a direct look at his upright manhood until now and as I focused upon it a sexual warmth diffused through me. His cock was beyond marvelous, so pale compared to my own, with an elegant inviting curve to as in his excitement it stood parallel to his body slightly off upright pointing to his right nipple. The root of his dick rose from a small patch of light brown pubic hair and while I marveled at how sexy he looked with that sparse patch I also wondered how Ron would look if he were completely bare. Then my eyes traveled down the prominent vein of his shaft sliding over his sac noting how one testicle road a fraction higher that the other then finally leaving his organ and balls to follow the strength of his slightly parted strong legs. I don't know how long we stood there drinking in each others body but it as we did it time seemed frozen. Ron was the first to break the spell with a slight movement. In a daze I caught the motion of his hand as he reached towards mine and I met him half way. Our hands met and in the instant they did I felt him pull me towards him. We came together our hands and arms comfortably sliding around the others waist, young male body to young male body. At first we met side to side then rolling into a full frontal embrace. It was everything I had imagined! Wildly erotic and oh so wicked as our dicks touched and I couldn't get enough of that sensation. Pressed together our hands caressed the others backs and roamed into the dip at the small of the back and then to bare bottom cheeks. We wiggled against each other in new found sensations as our excited cocks left thin slick trails of precum over dicks and tummies. Desperate to fulfill the same need we ground against one another as we struggled to bring the sensitive tips of our own cocks into contact with the flesh of our partner. It was nearly impossible dance as we both sought our own pleasure trying to match mushroom head against mushroom head as we held each other close. Almost in unison and bound by ithyphallic need we separated just enough to look down at our rods brushing over each other letting our vision fill with the eroticism of two rigid cocks pressing into the soft flesh of the other. His one year younger and smaller cock pale and perfect touching my longer thicker and slightly darker shaft. Both of us stood there our vision darting back and forth between our dueling sex and then into each others eyes. It was so hot seeing Ron's gorgeous cock slid against mine. His dick stood rigid and pointing up parallel to our bodies. I loved that his excitement had his cock every bit as rigid and erect as mine knowing his stiff member shouted his lust for me while mine said the same thing about Ron. Then while we watched our pricks moving over one another he reached down and took hold of his own shaft pointing it towards my penis. My body shuddered as his hand and body guided his blunted missile into me pressing his soft head directly against mine. It was so fucking hot to see the soft pliable flesh of our two heads distend to accept the pressure of the other. Our little slits twisted open and closed from the contact letting little drops of pre cum bubble up. In that wild crazy moment I looked up into Ron's face and the lust I felt inside I saw reflected there. Almost in a dream he turned his face towards mine our heads tilted as our gaze jumped between our eyes and lips then his mouth opened and leaning forward he kissed me. Somehow, this multiplied our intimacy a million times making our closeness much more erotic. Our bodies melded back together as our mouths opened to allow tongues to explore one another. In that ribald instant my dick felt as if it would rip from the pressure of its further hardening. Naked and pressed tightly I managed to shuffle Ron backwards trapping him against one of my twin beds. As the backs of his legs met the bed he was pushed off balance falling onto it and instantly I climbed onto that bed stretching myself out beside him. He was laying length wise on his back, his pale fine rigid cock suspended a fraction of an inch above his belly. I rolled my body into his relishing in the silky smoothness of his flesh against my hard cock. I brushed a leg over him sliding it over his let and then slowly up until my thigh made the gentlest of contact with his tightened sac. I propped my head up with one hand as I ran the other slowly over his stomach and chest watching his face as teasingly I moved it down his body towards his stiff dick. Purposely I grazed finger nails over the open flesh of his hips running down the inside of each leg carefully denying his sex any direct contact. Oh how his cock twitched as my hand would near it. Desperately he would alternate from lying perfectly still to shifting his hips to bring his cock into contact with my hand. Deeply lost moans escaped from him and in a crazy desperate need for close physical contact I rolled the remainder of my body on top of him letting my weight press him into the bed. Our bodies reacted on their own as our cocks splayed off to the sides, our lips locked together, our legs parted and intertwined as our hips pistoned our pricks against the other. The hard fullness of our rods glanced over naked flesh in a discordant rhythm. If I moved to seek my pleasure the movement drew tension away from Ron's attempt to seek his and of course when he moved for his needed friction it was lost from mine. We kissed our frustrated passion into a boiling lust as our bodies slithered over one another in the most erotic instant of my life and I knew it that lustful moment I would forever want to feel this again. Ron and I laid there arms around each other kissing one young boy to one young boy both knocking upon the door step of full maturity but still with a year or two to go and as we ground into each other we came. Spilling cum over each other as our dicks pumped creating a wickedly warm and sticky mess but one so nasty that I could barely believe it. I knew we didn't have much time till my mom and sisters would return home so I got Ron up and side by side we walked into the hall towards the bathroom naked as the day we were born. The thought of us being outside the safety of my room naked with the threat of being caught stirred me deeply and I felt it all the way into my spent sex. Once we made it to the bathroom I turned on the warm water, soaked a wash cloth then rung it out and knelt at Ron's feet my hands genially handling his cock and balls as I filled my eyes with the look of his sex. The two of us had spilled cum like crazy but even though we both had a massive sticky orgasm I still knew something was missing and as I heard the garage door start to raise I kissed the head of Ron's penis... Languidly I passed the cloth to Ron and stood so he could clean me up ignoring the danger allowing it to add a sensationally high-risk note to my first sexual experience. By the time my sisters passed by my bedroom door on the way to theirs Ron and I were already dressed and back to studying. It was as if every trace of what we had done had disappeared except for that wash cloth. It was hidden in my closet. Ron waited till my second sister passed by and then leaned into me and kissed my lips as his hands traced over my groin. He left me with a raging hard on making me almost too dizzy to think clearly and that was when he said I should come over to his place later tomorrow. The rest of the afternoon I was lost and distracted because all I could think of was Ron's hard cock. Dinner came and went and bed time offered more opportunities to dream about what Ron and I had done. With the sound of my parents watching TV from down stairs I closed my bedroom door and felt myself growing hard at the thought of that cum covered wash rag in my closet. When I had stashed it there I had planned to jack off into it later but when I retrieved it I found it cold and damp and a bit stiff. While the cold and damp part wasn't any fun the knowledge of what made it stiff lit me up even more so I stripped off and ran my hand over my shaft and teased my balls. I was a bit self conscious since the drapes to my window were undrawn but since I was on the second floor I knew no one could see me and somehow that disappointed me. I wanted to be caught playing with myself by one of my friends. I wanted them to be driven as sexually mad as I felt earlier by the sight of me naked and touching myself. How wild would it be to know that one of them or even better that Ron had snuck onto the roof and was now just hidden a few steps into the shadows where I could not see him but he could see all of me. The thought of him peaking in at me with the same lustful smile on his face as he had hours ago made my dick stand straight up and I stood there facing the window with my hands on my hip and my cock on rigid full display. The whole little image of being watched added a unknown dimension to my new found eroticism and I loved every little taste of my new wickedness. My hand went to my shaft and I took hold of it and stroked it towards the open window. If only someone was out there to watch me doing this.... I reached backwards and flicked my lights off and now stood alone in my darkened room lit only by the silvered moon light flooding in. The night air seemed a bit cool and I found my skin tightening about me and while the covers to my bed looked warm and inviting I flopped onto the top of the comforter still relishing in my open nakedness. I felt lusciously depraved being so young and sexually naked. Eventually I pulled back the covers and climbed between the sheets. This was the first time I was naked in my own bed as I'd always worn PJs and once I was under the covers I pulled my hips ever so lightly and closed my eyes at the sensation of the tip of my penis gently sliding over the cool cotton sheets. Slowly I added more force pressing my hard member into the sheets. With each thrust or drag I let images of Ron's nakedness drift into my mind and in no time at all I was ready to cum. I jumped up and found the same wash cloth from earlier and dumped another load into it. The cold scratchy nature of it contrasted so wantonly with the silky sheets and I let go shooting spurts into it and over it. Suddenly I was struck by one wild thought.... What would cum taste like? In just a few short hours I had become some strange kind of sex freak and realized that I was really ok with that idea. More than just ok with this new image of myself I realized I got off on feeling like a sexual deviate. Little drops of cum had dribbled onto my hands and I brought it to my mouth flicking my tongue to take the smallest of tastes of that milky goo. The thought of what I was doing instantly caused a re-stirring in my groin and I felt my cock starting to thicken again. I couldn't believe I was becoming aroused so quickly after cumming and about then I heard the TV shut off so I threw the thrice soaked wash cloth into one of my shoes in the closet and scampered back between the sheets of my bed. Lying there with my prick coming back to life I heard my parents pass by on the way to their room and then wondered what it would be like to have a body in bed with me for an entire evening. One I could hold and caress in very intimate places and one I could press my hardened member against. One to kiss in the dark, one to whisper naughty commands to and one that would make me do dirty things to them. In the darkness of my room I was back to wiggling my cock over the sheets and soon I was climaxing yet again. I had moved to the edge of my bed and this time I just let it shoot into my sheets. If I closed my eyes I'd see Ron naked and I couldn't seem to cum enough. I fell asleep trying not to touch myself again and knew even then I be back with Ron as soon as I could arrange it. I slept fitfully that night and in the first moments of my waking I almost believed the previous days play was just a dream yet I smiled like a fool all morning. So much so that as I waited for the bus that Friday morning the others waiting with me kept asking me what I was thinking about. Oh if they only knew what Ron and I had done to each other and I somehow, the thought of them being aware of the two of us naked and together caused my dick to harden within my pants. I loved how erotic the thought of them catching sight of the bulge in my pants added to my heightened sexual state. Oh if I could tell them but the thought of how they might withdraw and judge me for being in a sexual situation with another guy only made me keep my peace. The bus showed and as I boarded Ron was already sitting there next to one of his other friends ending the question of whether or not I should sit with him. Ron gave me a curt nod and half smile as I passed and I knew in an instant he didn't want to acknowledge him any differently that I had in the past As I passed him I wondered if anyone else here knew that he liked playing with boys. I couldn't be the only one he had been with and suddenly I looked at the guy sitting beside him trying to catch any hidden glances or tell tale signs of their intimacy. Could Ron have seduced him as he had done to me? The trip to school was uneventful and in some kind of unspoken understanding we went our separate ways and kept any hint of what we had done a secret. Neither of us wanted our excursion into same sex play to become the fodder for anyone else's gossip. We went through the day managing to meet between a few classes and I tried to act as normal as I could every time we stumbled into one another. However, every time Ron showed up he was with one of his friends. We joked and laughed in the few minutes it would take for us to walk between classes but I had a tough time keeping the point of our conversation locked. I found myself drifting off wondering if he was doing the same naked things with each of his other "friends". Oh what nasty visions that led to and it made my pants very confining. I saw every one of his friends as his lover and imagined them naked and doing wonderfully naughty things. I had become obsessed with the idea of sex and soon I saw Ron and his regular friends all naked together in a young gay orgy of stiff cocks and who knew what else. I found my cock shifting with my imaginings and within seconds of meeting Ron and his friend I'd have to wiggle to give my rod room enough to elongate. I'd try to be subtle about it but one time I looked up to find Ron with a silly smirk whispering to his friend. Had Ron just told his friend what we had done? That thought send a shiver of concern through me but strangely also added fuel to my already overloaded dirty mind. Through out the rest of the day I did my best to stop the flood of naked day dreams but wasn't very successful so my day consisted of attempting to keep from going from hardon to hardon. Thankfully, my class schedule came to an end and as I stretched out under a tree to wait for the bus I found myself lost again in those wicked visions. It was a voice whispering, `your dick is hard isn't it?', that brought me back. Looking up I smiled into Ron's face knowing he had caught sight of the tell tale thickness in my pants. We both began to giggle as we stood at the sound of the approaching bus. The ride home was uneventful except for Ron looking into my eyes and saying `come by after dinner tonight I know a game we can play'. That little something was exactly what I wanted to hear and it made me smile from ear to ear. I nodded an agreement instantly.