Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 22:23:27 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Tony and Me (Chapter 1)

This is the story of how my relationship with my friend Tony changed when
we discovered sex. If you're looking for lots of hot sex, you will find a
little of it here, but this is mostly a story about how sex changes
everything. This is my first attempt at writing something like this, so
while comments are appreciated, please be kind. The usual warnings apply,
i.e., don't read it if you're not supposed to or don't want to. The story
is true, to the best of my recollection. The names have been changed to
protect the guilty.

Tony and Me

It all began one September afternoon. I was 15, Tony was 13. We'd grown up
around the corner from each other in a typical suburban subdivision. We'd
been friends for a few years, hanging out with the other guys on the block,
playing football, shooting hoops, swimming at the town pool. By the way, my
name is Mike. I was 5'9", 135 pounds, a WASP, brown hair, brown eyes,
glasses, shy and a little bit of a nerd. Tony was a little hottie. 5'2",
115 pounds, very Italian, black curly hair, brown eyes, a perfectly
proportioned little body, tiny waist, slim hips and a cute little round
butt. And an angelic smile hiding a devilish personality. I'd known I was
gay for a couple of years, and though I hadn't done anything about it, I
wanted him bad. His face and body drove me wild.

One day after school, we were playing pool in the rec room at my house. I
wasn't wearing a belt and my pants were loose and kept drooping around my
hips. Tony was teasing me about it as I kept having to pull them up, Every
time he walked past me, he tugged them down a bit. I started doing the same
to him as we continued the game. In no time at all, we both had both our
pants and underwear down around our thighs, exposing two obvious
erections. As I walked past him, I let the back of my hand brush against
his hard cock. I couldn't believe how soft, smooth and hot the skin was,
and how hard he was.

"Why don't we skip the game and sit for a while," Tony suggested.

So we sat there side by side on the couch, pants around our knees, with our
hard dicks pointing to the ceiling. After a minute, I reached over and took
his cock in my hand and just held it. He did the same to mine. Even though
I was two years older, his was obviously bigger than mine was. Mine was 6",
about average, but his must have been 8", smaller at the head, but thick
down the shaft.

"Have you ever been blown or given a blowjob?" he quietly asked.

"No", I honestly replied.

"Would you ever want to?" he continued.

"Maybe" Remember that I was a shy one. "How about you?"

"I think I'd like to try, but it would have to be with someone special, a
really good friend, someone like you."

I couldn't believe what was happening. I was sitting half naked with the
beautiful friend I had been fantasizing about for a couple of years, we
were holding each others hardons, and he was telling me he wanted to try
having sex with me.

Just then, from out in the hallway, my Mom yelled, "Mike! Dinner time.
You'll have to finish your pool game tomorrow."

Needless to say, the mood was broken. We both hurriedly pulled up our
pants, Tony murmured "G'bye" and was out the back door in a flash.

A few days later I ran into Tony on the street and invited him over for a
game. As soon as we got behind closed doors in the rec room, we dropped our
pants. Tony had me sit on the couch and kneeled on the floor between my
legs. He started licking my hard dick, lapping his tongue around the head.
Then he took it into his mouth. I'd never felt anything as exciting as that
hot mouth surrounding my cock. He started bobbing up and down on it, until
he had about two-thirds of it in his mouth, with his hand working around
the base. I looked down and saw that beautiful face looking up at me, with
a mouthful of my dick. I was in heaven. In no time at all, I blasted into
his mouth and throat in the most intense orgasm of my short life. It took
me a few minutes to recover.

"My turn." Tony woke me from my dreamlike bliss.

We changed places, and just as I took hold of his big cock, once again my
Mom's voice came through the door reminding me it was time to eat, though
not what I was hoping to eat. We pulled ourselves together and as he went
out the door I said, 'I owe you one.  Next time."

For the next several days, Tony seemed to be avoiding me. I never saw him
on the street; he wasn't home when I stopped by his house. Even at our Boy
Scout meeting, he was always busy with others. Finally, I ran into him when
I was riding my bike one day and cornered him.

"What's the matter? Why are you avoiding me?'

He didn't look me in the eye, but quietly said, "My parents think you're
too old to be playing with me."

I couldn't believe it. "We've been friends for years. All of a sudden, I'm
too old?"

"Well, you are 16 and I'm only 13."

"Yeah, but last week I was 15 and next week you'll be 14, so it's not like
we're that far apart."

He just shrugged and walked away.


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