From agate!spool.mu.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Thu Aug 31 09:33:13 1995 Message-ID: <103319Z26081995@anon.penet.fi> Path: agate!spool.mu.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an172899@anon.penet.fi (Exmon) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an172899@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 26 Aug 1995 10:29:55 UTC Subject: REPOST Summer Sleepover (b/b yng teen cons) Lines: 432 REPOST Note: To those who have dropped me kind notes after reading this story: "....awwwww.......jeeezz......!" (Author gets Shy but Grins.) You are each and all sincerely welcome. Thank you! I have tried to write entertaining tales that are 'real world' and plausible, as well as offering a little of my own philosphy... that the World is BIG and there's a place for each of us here, and that some 'unpopular' relationships really can be pivotal in the overall happiness of the parties involved, regardless of what an outsider's moral generalizations might like to dictate. There will be more of these... ********************* RE: Summer Sleepover (b/b yng teen cons) Let's Do The Disclaimer...... (ahem) The following Story is: a Story, a work of fiction, a representation of the imagination of the Author, and bears no connection with the 'real' world, or with any persons or situations existing in actuality, now, in the past, or in the future. The Author does not condone the breaking of ANY laws ANYWHERE, whether or not the Author agrees with them. This Story is given freely to it's readers, no copyright is reserved, and no property is claimed herein. Do with it as you please. IF YOU are prohibited in any way, shape, manner, or form, by any law, custom, belief, or canon, from viewing written material containing descriptions of adolescent humanoids engaging in mutual sexual behaviour, then you are urged to respect the aforesaid complex of rubrics, canons, indices lexica, &ct, and refrain from any further perusal of this document. IN OTHER WORDS...if'n ya's ain't oughta be readin' no dirty stuff on da net....gwan witch'as....get outta heer.....I tink I heah ya's Mudda callin'........ This story is made with love for those of you who have had these experiences or who might find yourselves having them one day. Read the story, see how it turns out.... then have the courage to Be Who You Are, not who someone else wants you to be. Also, as much as I would like to hear back from you who have been touched by this little offering, please be assured that flames, threats, attempts to salvage the remnants of my Soul from impending doom, etc., will be redirected to /dev/null. Reposts are possible, no private e-mail will be sent, discussion of any sort belongs on alt.sex.stories.d. Please respect Netiquette and the rights of others to a newsgroup free of 'non-story' postings. Last chance to skip this Post. Going once. Going twice..... Summer Sleepover: a vignette (for: G.P.) (A boy's kinda messy bedroom, suburban comfortable home, two story, professional lifestyle, two kids therein, 13 or thereabouts, friends since 3rd grade, sharing another weekend night. It's getting late, after the tenth iteration of every game program, while each CD has played through at least twice, the Pepsi and Dr. Pepper gone warm and flat, the potato chips mere crumbs, nothing but infomercials on TV....) "Now whata'ya wanna do?" "I dunno, I'm gettin' kinda sleepy..." "(yawwnnn) Yeah. Me too. I been up since 7:30." "8:00." (knocknocknock) "C'min!" "Chris, Matt, it's 11:30. You boys pile in and turn the lights out, okay? Chris, your mother and I are going to a midnight show....we oughta be back around 2:30 this morning. Chris...?" "Yeah, Dad?" "We're leaving you two here in charge of the house. You guys are old enough to behave, am I right?" "Sure, Dad." "No problem, Mr. Matthews..." "Okay, kids, if you trash the place, you better have it back together before we get home.......understand?" "Sure, Dad. We'll be okay. We're real tired anyway. Me'n Matt were just goin' to turn in, right Matt?" "Yup!" "Alright, men. And, Matt?" "Yes, sir?" "Since you're the eldest, I expect you to take care of junior, here..." "....Wh....DaaaDDD! Matt's birthday was last week and mine's next week and we're both in 8th grade and I AM NOT A 'JUNIOR'....!" (pillows fly at the figure in the doorway who, laughing, retreats, calling "Behave, you two!" as he descends the stairs. The boys in the bedroom hear the garage door open, the car start and drive away, the garage door close. They are alone.) "Yer dad's cool, Chris." "Yeah, most of the time. He's not mean like your mom. "(sigh) I think she misses my dad. She pays attention to my little sister all the time and ignores me. Well, (yawwnnnn) 'M gonna get in bed." "Turn out the light, Matt? It's right there by ya." (Darkness in the room. Clothes rustle and fall where gravity takes them....flashes of pale arms and legs and white t-shirts, creaking of bedsprings and fluffing of sheets. One quick cough. Silence for a few minutes.) "Chris..." "Yeah?" "You do it yesterday?" "No, too much shit happenin' all day. You?" "Naw, my cousins were over, and I had to keep 'em busy. Gary just turned 11 and he thinks he's all mature now and he was buggin' me all day." "He's a fag." "He's a buttfuckin' fag." (snicker) "He's a mutherfuckin' butt-lickin' dog-ball eatin' faggot-fag!" (Hysteria for about five minutes..) "That was good, dude. So: didja today?" "Matt, like, when could I have today? I been with you since 9:00 this mornin', unless you did it in yer pocket again, like at the mall..." "Nope. My nuts like, feel funny." "Mine, too." "You...you wanna do a little something...?" "...Sure..." (Chris sits up, strips off the t-shirt. Matt slips out of his bed, pads over to Chris'. Chris feels the bed move with Matt's 90 pounds. Matt slips in behind him, draping a cool arm over Chris's chest, snuggling his brown head up to Chris' black-haired temples. Matt sighs. Both kids feel the thrill of anticipation, their adolescence thanking them once again. Chris presses back into his friend, feeling a firm shaft against his ass cheek. He feels Matt's skinny arm brush along his bare ribs; feels the young hand find the front of his undershorts and begin to stroke his own hardening boner. Chris turns his head to Matt, gets a quick kiss. Each boy feels the desire rising in each other. They know what to do.) "So...." "So, what?" "So, whata'ya wanna do?" "Um, if I give you a b-j, will you do it for me, too?" "Sure, Matt, it's not like its the first time we done this...." "Who goes first?" "I don't care, you do it to me, then I'll do yours, and later we can do more stuff if we want to. Cool?" "Cool, Chris. Move up some. Yeah. Raise yer hips, dude, I can't... there. (giggle) Move up s'more. Lay up against the wall....yeah. Well, here goes..." (Chris feels Matt kneel on the bed between his outstreched legs, feels hands on his hipbones and thighs, first cool air, then warm breath on his pink balls, then Matt's tongue, lapping them like ice cream, saliva coating his pale scrotum, his dick pulsing and flopping under Matt's tanned and peeling nose...then fingers on his rod, a touch on the head, a tongue, then wonderful, wonderful wet warmth, gut thrilling, balls tingling, Matt's hands holding his hips....) "God...God.... 'sgooood, dude! Aww, fuuuuck, Matty, this's awesome.. ...mmmmm-mm, yeah...!" (The not-quite-13-year-old under Matt changes his position, shudders, moves again, splays his legs out more, lays back, sits up, pets Matt's bobbing head, cocks his right knee, grips the sheets, whispers "Yeah....awesome..", lolls back twitching in time to the warm slippery tongue laving his glans, and then, after a minute or so of reveling in the incredible feelings washing over him, he clasps Matt's wiry forearms and lifts his hips, burying his questing rod deeply in the boy's mouth. Matt rides up with his friend, then back down, and Chris begins to thrust in and out. Matt feels another shudder convulse the kid, then a flurry of short, quick thrusting as the cockhead flares rigidly between his cheeks. He looks up from Chris' bellybutton in time to see Chris open his dark eyes just to slits, his small mouth open and panting, the glint of orthodontia over the tip of his pink tongue, and, as their eyes meet......) ".....cummin'......c-cummin'....Matt! Cummin' like crazy.....!" (The arching pelvis humps up to Matthew twice more and then the strong young boner in his mouth enlarges and begins to throb, while salty/sweet spurts of viscous fluid coat the boy's palate. Chris, writhing beneath him, has a spaz.) "O!!! O!!! O!! O! Oh! Oh, God! Oh my God! Oh, shit! Oh, duuude! Just hold me like that....just don't move a sec....oh, Jesus, 'sgood! Mmmmm....'kay dude...stop...UH! Matt! Careful, dude.....yeahhhh, yeahhhh, oo'ooo...yeahhh.... so radical, Matty!" (Matt swallows several times, still tasting sperm. Chris lies back against the pillows, grinning in pubescent satisfaction while his breathing returns to normal. Matt crawls up beside him. An arm goes around his shoulders. Their faces are together. Their lips press, then open. Chris tastes Matt's tongue, the complex flavours he can only get this way. He hooks his fingers under Matt's balls and runs his thumb up and down the hard pole in Matt's soft cotton briefs. Matt once again finds himself completely helpless, yet wonderfully so, in Chris' arms. Nothing so far in his limited sexual activities has made him feel as mature as getting french-kissed by his best friend. Then the constant thumb rubbing and the feel of Chris' bare warm shoulderblades trips a switch deep within the massively aroused boy. Matty shucks his underwear down to his ankles and kicks them free as Chris cups his nuts and jacks him off a little.) "Chris, f-feel like doin' it t'me?" "Sure, dude, lay back..." (Matt reclines against the pillow-covered wall, one beautiful pale leg dangling off the edge of the bed... Chris lays out on his stomach and begins to suck his friend off.) "mmmm-mmmm.....(sigh) I *miss* this....." Matt says to him. "Muh-hmm..." "Do my balls, yeahhhh, nnuh! more dude........mmmmmmmmm...." (Matt's orgasms are of the steady-growth variety, versus Chris' peak-and-valley path to boyhood delight. The kids know this about each other from experience and comparisons. Chris is vocal; Matt is quieter the closer he gets. Chris is active, Matt gets more and more still as he concentrates on his experience. Chris comes in squirts, Matt feels a slow upwelling timed at the crest of exstacy. The black mop of hair plunges steadily over Matt's thighs. The boy watches his buddy, feeling his hands, body warmth, lips, light brushes of teeth...he hears the sharp hissing of Chris' breath, purling from the boy's nostrils to eddy along the skin of his belly. The hot tongue is never still, swirling and darting and rubbing him where it feels the best, it feels so good, yeah... right there.... right there.....) (Galaxies of tingly goosebumps swarm over the youngster's arms and thighs as he glances down between them, his cock rhythmically sliding into that cute face.... He holds Chris' head as tenderly as he can...it is the only way he can convey his feelings. He notices warm spit draining down his iron-hard erection, along his tightening balls, into the crack of his butt. His body tenses with the quickening rise of youthful pleasure. Chris knows what happens next.) "...mm.....mmmmm!........(long shivery gasp).......Chri.......!" (Chris buries Matt's bone as deep as he can without gagging. The stiff boyhood expands in his mouth and then Matt is waving his feet back and forth as syrupy come fills Chris' tongue and escapes his lips. Matt is arched slightly up, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth gaping soundlessly... the boy would be making a long 'aaaaaaaaaaah' if he were breathing. One smallish hand is clamped to Chris' shoulder near his neck, the other gently, warmly caresses the freckled cheek that is affording such unbearably intense pleasure to his sperming kidshaft. The peak passes after many timeless seconds and Chris lets the wet boner slip free. Matt immediately wraps his fist around it, keeping it warm and getting the last of the feelings. Chris gets up, steps into his bathroom, and rinses his mouth with water several times, finishing with a quick breath spray just because he's almost an adult. He gets back into his bed next to Matt and they kiss again, with somewhat diminished passion. Matt likes the mint.) "So....Matt....howasit?" "It was gooood, dude, I really got my rocks off! You had me achin' to come, it was quick. Didja like yours..?" (Matt is the recipient of another really affectionate hug from his best friend. He desperately needs the warmth and closeness he feels during these moments with Chris, although he is not concious yet of just why he feels these things in the depths of his emerging personality.) "Matty, dude! It was *excellent*, couldn't ya tell the way I was shakin' and stuff? I guess it's 'cause we waited or somethin'..... " "Maybe.... I dunno. You sure made me have a good feelin' one..." "Yeah. A lot came out, I couldn't hold it all. I brung a towel from the bathroom for us." "Cool, I'm soakin'." (giggles) "Here, clean us up... you first." " 'Kay, Chris, spread yer legs a minnit.... gross! Wait....there... Chris, don't...dude! I MEAN it! Hey...Chriiiis..OW.......!" (They somehow manage to wrestle each other clean. Chris finds his briefs and slips them on in the darkness. Matt gets his from the floor after discarding the idea of sleeping in just his t-shirt like he does at home. They cuddle next to each other and begin to talk of some important this-or-that, and then fall soundly asleep an instant afterwards. Neither of them snore.) =============================================== David and Roberta Matthews roll past their house just at 3:00 am, but see no lights on. They park the car as quietly as they can and slip in the door to the kitchen. The house has the silent feel of sleep. "Go get ready, I'll check on the boys, dear." says Dave as they climb the stairs to the bedrooms. Mrs. Matthews begins preparing for bed. Dave cracks the door and looks in on his son and Matt. His eyes adapt to the dark in the boy's room, and he sees them together asleep. He is stunned for a moment, for he realizes pretty much what the kids have been up to. He shakes his head. He remembers back 25 years, when he and Greg Daniels had spent two summers 'camping out' on weekends in Dave's family's motorhome, alone with each other's developing lives and bodies... Nostalgia suffuses the man's thoughts. He walks into the room, and even before he thinks about it, gently lifts Matt up in his arms and turns to place the sleeping boy in the other bed. Matt remains limp and trusting in slumber. David pulls the sheet up and tucks it around the small form. Dave knows that Matt's father is gone, and although he does not like the rough edges that Christopher seems to absorb from Matt: the techno haircut, the occasional smell of cigarette smoke on Chris' clothing... nonetheless he suddenly feels protective of this young man. He leans forward and touches his lips to the boy's cool forehead. Matt's sleeping hand curls around Dave's fingers like a baby's hand does, holding David as if for security in the night. It fills him with a soft, sweet ache. "Night, kiddo..." he whispers. He blinks back sudden strange tears as he turns around to his still son. He hears the polyrhythm of their breathing. He finds that his boy's briefs are on backwards and that there seem to be a few spots of 'evidence' that the kids missed with the towel. He tucks Chris in, such a familiar, routine motion! and realizes once again how deeply he loves this growing young creature. He bends over to kiss Christopher goodnight, smelling the boy's faint minty breath. He brushes the rich fine black hair out of the closed eyes, and kisses the spray of freckles on the bridge of (his) nose. "Night, Tiger." "Mmmmffzzz..?" "Yeah, me too, Tiger. See you in the morning..." Silence. Deep regular breathing. Matt shifts, curls a leg up, then is still again. Going across the hall to his bedroom, Dave can't shake the thought of what Chris and Matt had obviously been doing. It ignites and consumes his emotions, twining with images from his own exuberant boyhood explorations, so that by the time he gets undressed he needs Roberta in a way he thought he'd lost. She is likewise taken (very pleasantly!) by surprise, and they fuck like they're 23 again. Roberta remembers this night for years afterward, never knowing the spark that fires her husband. Dave takes her swiftly and strongly, bringing her to peak after joyous peak before filling her to overflowing with a post-vasectomy flood of his love and lust. "Oh, God! Bobbi..!" he calls out, just as Christopher had two hours earlier. He cries as well, like he had with her years ago. Roberta cherishes him in her arms as he s-l-o-w-l-y softens within her, and they sleep 'till 10 the next morning. Not surprisingly, so do the boys. Matt never really makes a complete connection, but much, much later it occurs to him that the summer before 8th grade was when his life turned to a different path. He just notices that Mr. Matthews starts treating him differently somehow. He listens to what Matt has to say, takes them places, makes time for Chris and him that no-one else can have access to. Matt begins to bloom in the warmth of the family he suddenly finds himself a part of. The boy drinks the affection up naturally, without comment or fanfare. Nothing overt happens. The Matthews family simply opens up and makes an informal place for another teenager. The teenager, in return, becomes the best of what he can be, rather than the worst. Chris and Matt stay best friends for years, past first girlfriends, high school, first fucks, (Chris at 16, Matt: 18, go figure..), through fights and reconciliations....... but then, that's another part of this story! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.