Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2007 10:15:20 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE SUMMER OF MY EDUCATION - Part 1 of 3

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relationship of two young friends, including their sexual experiences.  If
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THE SUMMER OF MY EDUCATION  - Part 1 of 3


If there's anything I'm not, it's a farmboy.  I'm a cityboy, born and
bred.  In fact, I've spent some time on a farm - other than a few
occasional short visits with relatives - only once in my life.  And it
changed my life.  I learned some things about farms that week.  But more
importantly, I learned a lot about myself.

My father's sister had married a farmer.  We visited them on the farm
only a couple of times, because we usually saw them at reunions or other
family occasions.  They had only one child, a son.  Andy was two years
older than me.  When we were younger we played together at those family
gatherings, primarily because there wasn't anyone else right at our
ages.  I admired him, as I suppose younger kids sometimes admire the
older ones.

My immediate family moved farther away from the area where my father grew
up and where most of his family still lived.  We missed those reunions
because of the distance.  When we went back for my grandmother's funeral
I was a little self-conscious around Andy.  I hadn't seen him in a long
time, and I was always the "cityboy" in those surroundings - something he
liked to rub in.

Then one summer my father said I'd gotten an invitation to stay a week at
Andy's family's farm.  I was 12 that summer, and I thought I was a pretty
sophisticated boy, I suppose.  Nevertheless, I was excited about the
visit.  I spent a couple of weeks alternating between looking forward to
getting to know Andy again and being nervous that a cityboy would make a
fool of himself down on the farm.

I arrived late one afternoon as my aunt was preparing an enormous meal.

"Our big meal of the day is usually at noon, Chris, but I figured you'd
be famished after traveling.  And we can have a little celebration."

Andy heard me arrive and came in grinning.  "Cityboy wants a taste of
farm life, huh?"  He surprised me by giving me a hug.

At 14, Andy looked like the much bigger boys at school.  I would be
entering the 7th grade in the fall, and Andy would be a freshman in high
school.  He was taller than me and darker -- working on the farm had
gotten him a head start on a summer tan.  His red hair had always
intrigued me for some reason; it was usually falling all over his
freckled face.  He had bright green eyes and a ready smile.  And his body
was well-developed; muscles are a necessity down on the farm.

I was put at ease by his friendly greeting, but I still felt a little
intimidated.  Though I was 12, I was still considerably shorter than most
boys I knew.  I was not quite skinny.  My blond hair was always carefully
combed.  I was always being told that I looked so much younger than I
was, and I hated that.

Aunt Jen came over and gave me another hug.  "We're sure glad you're
here.  Andy's been talking about it for weeks.  Andy, show him where to
put his things, then you boys wash up."

"My things" were a suitcase.  We went into Andy's room, where I'd never
been before.  Their house was not terribly large.  The living room was
between two bedrooms - my aunt and uncle's on one side of the house and
Andy's on the other.  The kitchen was in the back, narrow and running the
entire width of the house.

"Here," Andy said, and he took my suitcase and tossed it on the bed.  His
room was actually larger than mine at home. He had a large double bed
against the wall and between windows for the summer breeze.  They didn't
have air conditioning.  And they didn't have running water.  Those things
had always amazed me.  Though air conditioning was still a relatively
newer thing in residential homes back then, I couldn't imagine living
without running water.

"Come on," and Andy was out the door again.

Outside, at the back of the house, there was an old table with a large
washtub and a basin.  He carried a bucket of water from the pump and
poured some of it in the basin, and we washed our hands.  It was then I
realized I needed to go to the bathroom.

I knew where the outhouse was.  I'd used it at least once on a earlier
visit.  It had made me very curious the first time.  There were two
holes, each covered with a toilet seat.  The first time I just had to
look down there.  Your shit just falls down there and...doesn't go
anyplace, I thought.  I pissed and went into the house.

I ate more than I'd ever eaten at one meal before.  Uncle Frank was a big
burly guy, very friendly, always joking -- and always passing more mashed
potatoes or sausage.  Aunt Jen started the dishes afterwards.

"Now, you boys take off and do whatever you're going to do," Uncle Frank
said.  "I've got some work to do in the barn.  Chris, I've kind of given
Andy some time off while you're here, but he still has his chores."

One of the chores was to let the sheep back into the barn for the night,
and I followed Andy outside.  I'd seen their livestock.  A few cows, the
sheep, lots of chickens, and a couple of very crazy guinea hens that had
chased me across the yard when I was little.  Scared the shit out of me!

The sheep knew the time and were all waiting at the back of the barn.
Uncle Frank went over to do whatever you do to cows, and we went walking
around.  The barn was pretty large, larger than the house, but there were
a lot of other smaller buildings around, too.

"Hey, Chris -- you swim?"

At last.  An area in which I could show off.  "Sure.  I'm on the swim
team at school."

"Your school has a swimming team?"  Andy sounded astonished.

"And you have to try out to get on it."  In other words, I may not look
like a big kid, but I'm one hell of a swimmer.

"Great!  We'll go tomorrow.  Water's just about right."

"There's a pool around here?" I asked.

Andy laughed.  "Don't need one.  We've got a little lake out in the
back."

We wandered around a little more, and it was getting dark by that time.
I already knew that bedtime was not long after dark on the farm, and the
new day started at a time when I usually still had a few hours to sleep.

There was no TV to watch -- we had just gotten ours at home only several
months ago -- so we went into Andy's room.  I looked at his collection of
books -- he was a very bright guy -- and his display of trophies.  There
were several for sports -- baseball, primarily -- but most of them were
4-H trophies and county fair trophies.

"You came in first in shearing a sheep?"  I'd never heard of such a
thing.  First Place 4-H Science Fair.  Best in Show.  That was for a
calf, he said.  Second Place 4-H BBQ Cookoff.  First Place 4-H
Photography.  And more.

"All these pictures..." I asked, looking around on the walls of his room,
"...you took these?"

"Yea.  They're mine.  Saved up for that camera for months, so I figured I
ought to learn how to use it," he laughed.  That was something else I
admired about Andy, though I didn't know what to call it then -- his
self-depreciating sense of humor.

We looked through some of his scrapbooks of photos for a while, then he
showed me his collection of sci-fi paperbacks.  He already knew that was
an interest of mine, too.  We talked about favorite books -- and he
talked about the sci-fi book he would write some day.

At 8:30 it was time to go to bed.  That was half-way through my favorite
TV show at home.  I opened my suitcase and put my things in the drawer
he'd emptied for me.  When it was time to undress I faced my first
dilemma.

First, I was terribly self-conscious.  You'd think that a boy who had
showered numerous times with the swim team wouldn't be, but I was.  I was
the only boy on the team that year who didn't have any hair.  Not even a
little fuzz.  Every guy on the team had a dick bigger than mine; I'd
measured mine once, and it was a little over three inches.  Maybe it was
a little more by now.  I knew it was inevitable that I would be dressing
and undressing in front of Andy for a week.

Second, I was very uncertain about what to wear to bed.  I had brought
the pajamas I wore at home.  But I knew a lot of guys just slept in their
briefs.  If Andy did, I didn't want to be the cityboy who got dressed up
to go to bed.

So I dawdled long enough to find out what he would do.  He slept in
briefs, so I slipped my pajamas under the rest of my clothes in the
drawer and kept my briefs on.  Time to brush my teeth and go to the
bathroom.  Oh-oh.  No bathroom.

Andy grabbed a toothbrush, a glass, and some toothpaste from his
dresser.  "Come on."  He was barefoot and in his briefs.  I followed him
very reluctantly, because I could hear Aunt Jen in the living room.  She
didn't even look up when two boys in their underpants went through the
room.

We went to the outhouse first, and I had to walk very carefully because
of my bare feet.  I guess Andy had gotten used to it.  It felt kind of
wierd being outside in just my briefs.

"You gotta shit?" he asked at the door.  I was not expecting that
question.

"Uh....no.  Just pee," I stammered.

"OK.  Me, too.  So we can go in together."  He opened the door and held
it open for me.  It was dark in there, so he left the door open -- it
faced away from the house -- to let in light from the yard light.  It was
a two-holer, so we each positioned ourselves.  Now I was very nervous.  I
was going to be peeing right next to a high school boy, and I was still a
little kid with a little you-know-what.

Andy pulled his dick out of the fly in his briefs and, out of the corner
of my eye I couldn't see a thing.  It was too dark.  I was relieved, and
I pulled mine out.  It was just light enough that we could see where to
pee, and even see part of our pee streams.  And it sounded like we were
peeing in a huge barrel, with our pee hitting whatever was down there.

I could see the motion when he shook it, and he turned just enough that I
could get a glimpse of his dick as he was stuffing it back into his
briefs.  It was what I had been afraid of.  He looked huge, even bigger
than all of the guys on the team.  It was a high school dick, and I felt
like I was still in kindergarten.  I kept my back to him while I tucked
mine away.

We washed up, got our teeth brushed, and said goodnight to Aunt Jen when
we went back into the bedroom.  It was too warm for a blanket, so there
was just a sheet on the bed, and we climbed in.  We talked for a while,
and then we each turned our back to each other and went to sleep.

Well, he did, anyway.  I couldn't sleep.  It was a different place.  It
was too quiet...  Actually, I'd never slept in the same bed as
another boy before.  I rolled over onto my back.  I could see Andy out of
the corner of my eye.  His back was still to me, so I could look openly.
I turned onto my side, facing him.

The sheet was only half-way up his back.  I could see his wide shoulders,
even the outline of muscles in his side.  His arms were in front of him,
and that seemed to accent his narrow waist.  The white sheet covered his
butt, and I could see the outline of his strong thighs under the sheet.
I had never had the opportunity to look at him this way.  Would I ever
look that good?

He muttered something in his sleep and rolled over to face me.  I froze,
but he was still asleep.  When I looked again, the sheet had twisted
around his waist, and his chest was right there in front of me.  I had
always been fascinated with pecs, primarily because I thought I would
never get any.  His were well-formed, and his nipples were hardened in
the breeze coming in through through the windows.

I realized I had been examining Andy in a way that would have embarrassed
me enormously if he had known it.  But I was free to look.  He muttered
again, turned onto his back, and kicked the sheet away from his legs.
His white briefs seemed to glow in the dark.  The pocket was full, and I
felt a strangeness in my dick as I thought about what I had seen in the
outhouse -- and the balls that would be there, too.

I was getting hard.

And that frightened me a little.  I knew that dicks got hard sometimes --
mine did, anyway -- but I had never talked about it to anyone.  I even
knew that a dick begins to feel really nice if you move it around a
little.  And I certainly never talked about that to anyone!  I felt
embarrassed about what was happening between my legs, and I turned over
and tucked my dick down when I crossed my legs.  I don't know how long I
lay there before I went to sleep.

The next time I knew, Andy was calling, "Time to get up, cityboy!" as he
shook my shoulder.  The sun wasn't even up yet, and I was still sleepy.
I pulled away from him.

"Uh...not yet..." I muttered.

"Yes, yet," Andy laughed, and he shook me again.

It was not the shaking that woke me fully, but the sight of Andy standing
so close to me, bending over me, his shoulders wide, his chest...his
smile.  And I suddenly became aware that in the night I had kicked the
sheets completely off me.  And my dick was hard.  There wasn't that much
to show in the pocket of my briefs, but I rolled over onto my stomach to
hide it.  And that, of course, didn't help at all.

"Come on, sleepyhead.  Mom's baking bread this morning, so we collect the
eggs."  I then smelled the bread and was suddenly so hungry, despite the
meal last night!  I got up, my dick softening a little bit.  We got our
clothes on quickly and went outside.

"You go ahead and brush your teeth," he said.  "I need to piss, and we
better not go in there together in the daytime."  He left.

I brushed quickly in the cold water and felt like I was going to piss my
pants before I finished.  He finally came back, and I went.

We collected the eggs from the hen house.  I had never thought of eating
eggs that were fresh from the hen.  At breakfast I was amazed that we
were drinking milk fresh from the cow!  It was warm.  It tasted
different.  I could not get used to this.  It just didn't taste right.
Everybody else had a second glass.

After breakfast we took some eggs to an old lady who lived about a mile
down the road, and we played with her dog for a while.  Then we came back
and I tried to help Andy with some work in the barn.  The problem was
that he took off his shirt to do it.  He was so un-selfconscious about do
it.  I watched his muscles move in his arms and chest and back.  The word
"beautiful" was in the back of my mind somewhere, but I shied away from
it.

Lunch was huge.  They called it "dinner."  Andy decided we'd take our
time walking back to the lake, and by the time we got there I was feeling
a little less stuffed and a lot hotter.  The small lake was a very nice
spot in a clearing in some small woods.  When we got there, Andy began to
strip.  It hit me suddenly that he had said nothing about swimming trunks
-- and I didn't have any, anyway.

I was still fully dressed when he was naked.  His round butt looked as
white as last night's moon, but the rest of him was brown.  Lots of
freckles on his shoulders and back that I hadn't noticed before.  He
turned around to see how I was doing, and I saw him from the front in
bright daylight for the first time.

This time the word "beautiful" made it past the censor in my brain.  He
was.  His chest was broad, his abs beginning to form.  And his dick.  I
couldn't look away.  It was soft.  But it was still bigger than anything
I'd seen before.  It was bigger soft than mine was hard.  It was nestled
in wiry red hair, and a pair of big balls hung down behind it.  As he
shifted his weight, his dick wiggled from side to side.

I knew I shouldn't be looking, but I just couldn't help it.

"Let's go, Chris," he said.  Then he turned around and walked out into
the lake.

I tried to get out of my clothes and into the water before he turned back
around, but I didn't make it.  I was walking into the lake, with the
water not yet up to my knees, when he turned.  My dick wasn't hard, thank
goodness.  But I saw him look between my legs and smile.  That smile made
me feel a little better.  But it embarrassed me, too.

We couldn't really swim until we got closer to the middle.  That's where
I planned to show off and teach this farmboy that a cityboy can be good
at things, too.  I churned up the water pretty good, but Andy was right
there with me.  He was as good as I was.  Maybe better.

It sure felt funny to swim naked.

We swam and splashed around for a while.  There was a little body contact
but nothing that made me nervous.

"I got to rest a bit," Andy said, and he headed for the grassy area along
the side.

I followed, not quite as self-conscious as I'd been before.  I'd caught
glimpses of his dick in the water, and I guess he'd seen at least a
little of mine, and it was becoming a little less awkward for me.  When
we were both out of the water, he walked over to some rocks neared the
edge of the clearing.

"I need to piss.  We can piss over here," he said, motioning for me to
join him.

Actually I needed a good pee, too.  At that moment I suppose I felt a
little masculine cameradie.  We'd pissed together last night -- though we
couldn't see anything -- and we'd been swimming together naked.  I walked
over, aware that my dick was swinging, and stook beside him.  He
grinned.  His hands were on his hips, and he looked down as his dick
flexed and his pee began.

I copied him.  I guess in the country you just stand there and watch it,
without holding it in your hand.  I peed a pretty good stream.  We both
sighed that sigh that means it sure felt good but you couldn't admit it
in so many words.

I followed him back to the grassy area, my eyes on his narrow waist and
his muscular butt.  He lay in the grass, and I lay beside him.  We had to
close our eyes, since the sun was so bright.  We talked some more.  At
some point I turned my face and squinted to see him.  His hand was slowly
stroking his dick.  I was shocked.  It must have been over five inches
long.

He looked over at me and sort of nodded down at my crotch, as if to say,
You stroke, too.  I liked feeling my dick and making it hard at home.
And I was suddenly aware that I was already hard.  My dick was almost
standing straight up.  I grabbed it and started pulling.

Andy had turned his face back to the sun and closed his eyes.

"Can you cum yet?" he asked.

"Um...I don't know..."  I had no idea what he was talking about.  I had
never had any kind of sex education -- back in those days it was never
mentioned in schools -- and sex was certainly never discussed in our
home.

"Shoot it," Andy said.  "Spunk. Cum.  You know what I mean?"

Andy must have sensed that this cityboy had no idea what he was talking
about.  I couldn't have put it into words at the time, but he had the
compassion not to embarrass the cityboy on such matters of high
importance to boys.  I'm sure he was surprised at how dumb I was.

He explained what cum was, that it was how babies were made.  It was an
eye-opening revelation to me.  As was the fact that this 14-year-old boy
was so completely familiar and comfortable with a subject totally unknown
to me.

I can't believe how naive I was at that age.

He also said that a guy can "pleasure himself" a lot by playing with his
cock and that he did it often.  He liked to do it out here, in the sun.

"You want to watch?" he asked.

My curiosity overcame any embarrassment.  "Yeah, sure."

"Just watch my dick," he said.

He resumed stroking, but this time his movements were more regular.  His
hand moved over his hard cock from his shaft up to the top of his
cockhead.  I'd been told to watch his dick, but my eyes kept moving all
over his naked body.  It seemed to be glistening in the sun.  His pecs
moved as his arm stroked.  His nipples were hard.  His belly was tense
and tight.  I could see the muscles in his thighs as he held his legs
apart.  He started breathing deeply and more rapidly.  He glanced over at
me.

"Gonna shoot in a minute," he panted.

Then he did.  I almost missed his first shot, it happened so fast.  His
cum shot up and fell back down onto his belly.  He kept pumping rapidly,
making strange sounds.  Another shot was thrust out when his dick was
pointing down a little more, and it landed on his chest.  That was
followed by a third.  The fourth was not as strong and dribbled down his
fist onto his red pubes.

He dropped his hand to his side and took long, deep breaths.

I was totally astonished at this display.  I looked at the puddles and
strings of cum on him, then down at his dick.  His dickhead was covered
with it.  He looked over at me and grinned, scooping some of it onto his
fingers.  He licked it off and laughed.

I was so engrossed in him that I wasn't aware of my own erection until
Andy pointed down at it.

"Maybe you can't cum yet -- don't think I could when I was 12 -- but you
can sure get the feeling.  Let me show you."

He reached over for my dick so quickly I didn't have time to pull away.
And the second he touched me there, I didn't want to pull away.  It was
the first time anyone had touched my dick other than myself.  I was
suddenly so sensitive down there, I fell back onto the grass.  He scooted
a little closer, propped himself up on one elbow, and grinned down at me
as his hand moved over and around what I would learn to call my hardon.

"It's gonna feel really good in a minute, Chris," he said.  "You just
relax and let me show you, okay?"

It hardly took more than a minute.  My dick was harder than it had even
been, and I was soon twisting my hips on the ground.  I had a fleeting
thought that the feeling that was growing in me was some kind of signal
or warning, but I was so caught up at the wonder of what my cousin was
doing to me, I didn't really care.

"uhhhhh...whaa....oooooooooooo...!"

I was writhing under Andy's hand one minute and seeing stars the next.
It was something I'd never experienced before, bigger and better than any
feeling I'd ever have, and I didn't know any words to describe it.  I
couldn't even speak for a minute.

"God, Andy...What was it?  What did you do?"  I felt my breath grating in
my throat as I tried to get the words out.

"Guess you just had your first dry cum, huh?  Great, isn't it?"  He was
grinning and still holding my dick.

"Dry...?"

He told me about cumming and jacking off and things I'd never heard of.
He was only two years older than me, but he seemed to be some wise old
man imparting centuries of wisdom to a novitiate.  I suppose he was.

"Let's just lay here in the sun for a while," he said, rolling over again
on his back.  "Then I'll show you something even better."

I couldn't imagine anything better than what I'd just experienced.  While
wondering what that might be, I dozed off, exhausted by my first real dry
cum.

I woke slowly, feeling rather light-headed and aware of a strange
feeling, a new feeling, a really nice feeling.  I couldn't believe it
when I looked down and saw that Andy was sucking my dick!  I didn't know
guys did stuff like that.  My dick was so hard!  And he was sucking on
it and kind of pulling it into his mouth.

"Like that?" Andy asked with a grin.

"Oh, damn, Andy!  That's the most... wow!"

"Just lay back and enjoy, cuz."

He held my dick with one hand and started licking it all over with his
tongue.  The tingles started in my dick and shot up all over me!  I
couldn't help but moan out loud, it felt so good.  Then he licked down
under my dick and around my balls.  I don't know what happened, but my
legs just sort of seemed to spread themselves wider to give him more room
down there.

When he started licking and sucking on my dick again, the tingles started
again.  Only this time they felt deeper or longer or something.  Pretty
soon I felt something inside sort of like when I need to pee, but before
I could say anything... Well, all hell broke loose inside me!

I yelled out and bucked my hips against Andy.  It felt like something
really big jolted inside me, and I realized it was that dry cum again.

"Uhhhh....uhhhhh...ooooooooo..."  This time the feeling was somehow
deeper, and it lasted longer.  I could feel my dick jumping around inside
Andy's mouth, and just the thought of that made my dick jump even more.

When it was over, Andy lay back next to me.  I was too exhausted to say
anything for a minute.

"Oh, man."  I swallowed.  "That...that was even... more than the first
time," I finally gasped.

"Yeah, sucking it makes it even better," Andy agreed.

I was quiet for a minute and wondered if he expected me to suck his dick
now.  Or maybe what he had said was sort of an invitation.  I looked over
and saw that he was slowly stroking his dick, and something just made me
really want to suck it.

I sat up and leaned over.  I looked closely at his dick first, to see
what it was that I'd be putting in my mouth.  It was a little wet; that
was the precum Andy had told me about.  The round knob at the end was a
very dark red.  Why not suck it?  It wouldn't hurt me or anything -- it
obviously hadn't hurt Andy.

So I leaned down and, holding it with one hand -- it felt so hot! -- I
licked at his cockhead.  I tasted that precum, and I sort of liked it; it
was slippery against my teeth.  I licked his red cockhead all around, and
it felt nice and warm against my tongue.  I took a deep breath and put it
in my mouth.

Suddenly my mouth was full of a kind of heat I'd never felt before -- the
heat of something really alive in my mouth.  It was wet against my
tongue, and hot.  It filled my mouth so much I had to squeeze my tongue
to get around it.  I started with little sucks at first.  Andy had been
groaning since I had started licking him, and now his groans were louder.

"Uh... yea, Chris... suck it, cuz... so good fucking good, Chris..."

And he smelled good, too.

My hand holding his dick was resting on his red hairs, and they felt good
against my skin.  I took his cockhead out and licked along the sides of
it, all the way down to those hairs, and I liked it.  I liked it a lot.
I remembered how he had licked my balls, so I moved down to his ballsac.
There were only a few hairs there, and I didn't mind them.  The skin down
there was so hot and soft.  I could move his balls around with my tongue.

I went back to his cockhead, and Andy groaned again.

"Oh, god, Chris.  I'm going to cum soon, keep going yeah don't stop don't
stop..."

I realized that he would shoot that cum into my mouth, the same stuff I'd
seen on his chest and belly before.  He'd licked it off his fingers, so
it wasn't bad for you.  All of a sudden I really wanted to taste it, too
-- right from his dick.  The thought made me suck a little faster, and in
a minute his cockhead seemed to get a little bigger.

And then he shot.  It hit the back of my throat so hard and fast I didn't
even have time to think about it.  There was another shot of cum, and my
mouth was so full of it I had to swallow.  I almost choked a little,
but somehow I kept swallowing at the same time I kept sucking.  There was
more cum from his cock, but the next shots were more like it was
just oozing out a little.

It tasted hot and salty and something else.  But it wasn't bad.  I liked
it.

I pulled away from him.  His wet dick fell onto his leg.  I lay down
beside him again.

"Oh, god.  That was great, Chris.  And you swallowed it.  Way to go!
Damn, that was good."

I felt very happy, proud, that I'd been able to make him feel so good.

I may be a city boy.  I may be just a kid to him.  I may have a little
dick.  But I made him feel so good he thanked me for it.  And I knew if
he wanted me to I'd do it again.

We had to get dressed and head back for the house then, but after supper
when it was time to go to bed Andy said we should wash up.  We went to
the outhouse first, and this time, after we had peed, he reached over and
stroked my dick a few times.  When I reached for his, it was as hard as
it had been that afternoon.  We could only stroke for a minute, and then
we went to the back yard to wash up.

This time when we got to the wash tub he pulled his briefs off.  I
looked over at the house.

"They won't come out while we're washing up.  It's just the way we do
it.  To be private, you know?"  Then he grinned.  "Take yours off."

I did, and there was still enough light to see that we were both hard.
Our dicks were swinging around like they were looking for something.
Andy soaped up his washcloth, reached down, and began to wash my dick and
balls.  I jumped at the touch, but his movements encouraged me to hump
into the washcloth.  Pretty soon I was groaning like I'd been out at the
lake.

He grinned.  "Maybe that's enough for now.  Okay, you do me."

I took the washcloth and repeated his movements on his own dick. He was
humping into it in no time, but he stopped suddenly.  I guess he was too
close.

We rinsed our dicks off, finished washing, put our briefs on, and
went back into the house and into his bedroom.  I wasn't quite as
embarrassed walking through the house in only my underpants this time.
The minute the door was closed he stripped his briefs off and motioned
for me to do the same.  This time I was ready.  I felt no embarrassment
now, only excitement, as I made myself naked with him.

He didn't waste any time.  He got on his knees on the old carpet and
started to suck me right away.  I looked down and watched his red hair
move across my belly -- it tickled a little -- as his mouth sucked me
in.  I could feel his tongue moving all around my dick, and I wasn't
ashamed at my small size anymore; in his mouth I felt like I was a foot
long.  He let my dick drop from his mouth and licked around it and then
under it to my balls.  His face was turned up to me as he licked there,
and I looked into his eyes and knew he was enjoying it as much as I was.

"Come on," he said, as he stood up.  "Let's get into bed."

I followed him over to the bed and climbed in with him.  His arms were
suddenly around me, hugging me.  It felt so good, his strong arms holding
me.  I realized that I really wanted to be that close to him -- chests
pressed together, hard dicks moving slightly against each other.

"Let's do it this way," he said, when he pulled back.  He turned around
on the bed so his crotch was at my face and my crtoch at his face.  I
realized he wanted us to suck each other at the same time, and I was more
excited at this unexpected arrangement.  He knew so much more about this
than I did!  He was lying next to me, his hard cock almost in my face,
and I moved so that I could hold it with on hand as I sucked.

I felt his tongue on my dick, and I licked his in exactly the same way.
I don't know why, but I decided I'd copy him and just do whatever he
did.  It felt so strange -- and so hot -- to lick around his cockhead and
feel exactly, on my own cockhead, what he was feeling on his.  I'd never
been so excited, and I was eager to follow his lead.  We spent some time
licking on cocks at first, then he moved my leg a little so he could get
to my balls better.

When I felt his tongue there, my cock lurched with the realization that
his entire face was pressed into me.  I pressed my face into him and
licked his big ballsac.  I knew there was no hair for him to find on
mine, but I could feel a few hairs on his balls.  The skin of the bag was
so soft.  Moving his balls around with my tongue made my dick pulse
harder.

His fingers had been moving a little on my butt while he sucked and
licked, but then they moved into my crack.  I got tingles again.  But I
moved my fingers in just the same way, following him.  When one of his
fingers got to my hole, I jumped a little, but I made sure my finger
found his.

That was so completely unexpected and so absolutely hot when he played
with my asshole.  I could feel the smoothness of his skin and then the
puckered skin right around the hole on him, and I hoped he was feeling as
good as I was.  Then I knew he was, when I tasted the slippery precum
that started to ooze from his cockhead.

His moans were a little louder now, and they made his lips vibrate on my
dick.  And that made me moan.  I could feel his cock move against my
tongue, and the slick precum made it move around fast.  I was sucking at
the same time.  I'd given up trying to copy every movement of his and was
concentrating on what I was tasting.  Without realizing it, I had started
moving my finger around his asshole a little faster.  I was moving my
tongue fast to taste all of his precum when my dry cum started inside me.

As my gut tightened, I started sucking his cock in deeper and faster.  My
dick throbbed wildly in his mouth, and I lost all control and just sucked
as though my life depended on it.  My dry cum must have urged my tongue
to do its own thing, because in only a moment my mouth was filled with
the heat and tang of his cum.  I swallowed quickly and sucked for more.
My own cum was racking my body as I sucked hard.  I swallowed everything
he gave me, and even after he had fallen away from my dick I continued
sucking him eagerly.

"Oooo god, Chris," he whispered hoarsely.  "Oh, fuck, that was so good."

But I never wanted to quit.  I'd gotten so excited by my orgasm in his
mouth I just couldn't stop sucking on his wonderful hot and wet cock.  He
finally put his hands on my head to pull me away gently.

Neither of us spoke for a little bit.  His hand was caressing my thigh
and felt so warm and nice.

"This is so cool, cuz," he finally said. "You're a pretty horny guy,
aren't you?  And you sure get me horny!  Have you sucked dick before?"

I shook my head "no" and wondered if he had.  But, he'd brought the
subject up.

"Have you, Andy?"

He grinned.  "Yeah.  I got some buddies at school.  School's out,
though."  He sighed.

Somehow I got up the nerve.  I scooted closer to him.  "Let me be your
buddy for a week, Andy."

He grinned.  "Deal, cityboy."  He raised his head a little to look at
me.  His voice was husky again.  "Only, I didn't know...that cityboys..."

His mouth covered mine.  I froze for a second.  I had never been kissed
by anyone close to my age before, and certainly not by a boy.  But I
loved the feel of his warm lips against mine, and as his tongue licked my
lips, I opened my mouth for him.  Our tongues felt eachother gently,
slowly.  His tongue licked around mine and probed deeply into my mouth,
and I opened my mouth as wide as I could to give him anything he wanted.
I could feel and taste him, his wetness, his breath.

His arms were around me again, and we rolled over, still kissing.

I was a little dizzy when we separated.  "I'll do anything you want,
Andy, anything..."  I didn't know what I was saying.  All I knew was that
this strong, beautiful boy wanted to be with me, and I'd do anything to
make him happy he was with me.

"Suck my tit, Chris."

And I did.  Without even hesitating, I placed my mouth on his nipple and
began to suck it.  He put his hand on the back of my head, and I sucked a
little harder.  With his nipple in my mouth, I licked across it, back and
forth, and when he moaned I licked even faster.

He reached down between us and got my dick, stroking it as I sucked him.
I raised up just enough to reach his other nipple.  I could hardly
believe what I was doing -- but I was doing it willingly, eagerly, just
to please him.

He rolled me over a little farther and moved down to suck once on my
nipple.  I gasped as I felt a sensation I'd never known before, a warm
tingle I could almost feel from my nipple to my dick.

Andy's tongue was circling my nipple, then flicking over it.  It was
pointed like I'd never seen it, and he played with the hard little
point.  I moaned and never wanted it to end.  He moved to my other nipple
and played with it, too.

"It feels great, doesn't it?"  He raised up to ask the question, then he
returned to suck some more.  I wanted to follow my nipple into his mouth!

Finally, he lay back on the bed, breathing heavily.  I got up on one
elbow to look at him.  He watched me examine him.  His pecs were nice
mounds of flesh with tiny hard points at his nipples.  I ran my fingers
down his belly and felt the muscles underneath.  He just lay there, as
though he were giving me his body, letting me touch anything I wanted.

I ran my fingers through the red hair above his dick.  It fascinated me.
Soft and curly.  Thick.  I wondered if whatever it was that would grow
someday at my dick could be as beautiful.  His dick was semi-soft.  His
cockhead was still wet and glistening.  I moved it gently so I could see
his ballsac better.  It was hanging down against his thigh, and I
carefully felt around the two balls inside.  The mystery of being a boy,
of becoming a man, was being revealed to me.

I carefully took his dick and just held it in the palm of my hand.  I
could feel the pulse.  I could see it gradually thicken with each pulse.
I'm not sure why, but I just kissed it.  Then I lay back on the bed next
to him.

I fell asleep at some point, full of cum and full of a kind of
satisfaction that I never knew a boy could have.

And I still had no idea at all that boys could actually fuck each other.