Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 20:24:28 -0700 From: Ben DOver Subject: Trey Trey asked me if I wanted to stay over Friday night. We didn't really run in the same circles, and this made me wary of the invite. You see, I kinda outed myself as gay a couple years earlier. It was the summer after fifth grade and my friend taught me about blow jobs. From the first seconds I had his dick in my mouth, I knew it was something I wanted to do forever. The next day at baseball practice, I told some of the older kids my friend and I had sucked each other last night. They called me gay and I totally agreed. This went on for about two years, several boys calling me gay, and me happily agreeing, always a bit puzzled with their laughter. I was a very happy boy, but obviously very naive. I was picked on by some of the boys, but most didn't understand or care about the gay comments and I had plenty of good friends. I was just exiting seventh grade when a new boy asked me why I admitted to being a homo. I was pretty stunned and felt rather foolish. I was now just starting eighth grade, and had turned thirteen a couple weeks ago. There were many boys that I thought were attractive, but Trey was not one of them. He was about my height, 5'6", had curly light orange hair, a small upturned nose, a face covered in freckles and probably weighed 150 lbs to my 105. It was his weight that turned me off. I was very skinny, rib counting skinny. All the boys I fooled around with were average to slim. We were opposites in the looks department. I had straight dark brown hair, a little long and in bangs, brown eyes, olive skin from somewhere on my mom's side of the family, a larger than normal nose, large knees, probably because I was so skinny, and was slightly bow legged. I didn't think I was very cute, but some of the girls seemed to really like me. I did have a good personality, loving to talk so much that I was usually in trouble in school, but not bad trouble. Many of the teachers moved my desk next to theirs in an attempt to get me to shut up. It usually backfired, though, because I just talked to them. And a nice side effect was being able to check out the boy bulges, which were always facing me. I did know that I was into boys. Boys a little shorter, a little lighter, and a little less mature than I was. I wasn't sure why Trey wanted me to sleep over, and I certainly wasn't into him, but he had never been mean to me, and I was a pretty nice kid and always willing to have a new friend. I was worried he was one of the boys who tried to get the gay boy to suck him then told everyone how much I wanted his dick, which had happened before. But every sleepover didn't have to be a fool around session, and maybe he just wanted to be friends, so I said sure and we made plans for the next Friday. When school ended Friday, my Mom drove me to Treys house, or farm as I found out. It was mid September and the weather was still warm. I was wearing my standard summer wear, very short cut-off blue jean shorts, white knee high tube socks with two black stripes around the top, my red converse Chuck Conners and a yellow tank top. Sexy, I know. Trey was waiting at the end of his gravel driveway and hopped in the car with us for the 1/4 mile ride to his house. He seemed very excited and it made me smile. He was also wearing cut off jeans, though halfway down his thigh, blue Chuck Conners with white crew socks, and a plain white t-shirt. I know this was what we were wearing because his mother took a picture of us, which I used for years as a prop to , um, satisfy myself. Oh hell, to jack off to. Mom came in for a few minutes to speak with his mom and Trey took me to his room. It was a pretty big room, with a plain double bed in the middle, a wooden dresser with a mirror, and an LP stereo on a side table. He had several team posters of the Pittsburgh Steelers on the walls as well as Terry Bradshaw and Franco Harris posters. The coolest item in the room was a slot car track set up on an old kitchen table. 'Cool, I love slot cars,' I said, happy to have something in common with Trey. 'Yeah, they are pretty fun. I have more in the barn. Put your bag on the bed and I'll show you around.' I did as he said and after telling my Mom bye, we went outside. Trey seemed pretty excited as he was showing me around, telling me about his house, built in 1937 by his grandfather; the barn, raised in 1968 after the original one burned down; the workshop, he helped his dad build an addition to it two summers ago; and the garden, which was just a small home garden. They didn't actually do any commercial farming on their farm. Some friends of ours were next door playing football and when they saw us walking around, asked us to play. We played for an hour or so, and when some younger kids came out we all played hide and seek with them. Trey and I ran to a field where the grass hadn't been mowed for a while and just laid down on our stomach's, facing the big Oak tree, which was home base. We were pretty well hidden in the tall grass. Someone would have to basically be right next to us before we could be spotted. I had been having fun and and realized I was enjoying laying next to Trey. As we whispered to each other about how simple and clever our hiding spot was, I started checking him out. Beads of sweat on his upper lip mingled with the very light, very fine hairs found there, and I thought it looked pretty sexy. His cheeks were two pink splotches from the afternoons exertions, allowing his freckles to appear darker. His eyes were a light blue, though I found out later they could change colors from gray to blue. The best part was how he smelled. I liked the way many of my friends smelled, especially 'down there', but this was totally different. He smelled sweet. Sort of like strawberries soaking in sugar mixed with flowers and maybe a little pubescent boy. I was seriously intoxicated with his scent. I had never smelled anything like it. I can to this day still smell him, and every once in a while I will catch a whiff of his scent. I always look around, hoping it is him, but so far no Trey. He was chubby, and all the boys I had fooled around with were thin or skinny. But I started to imagine what it would be like to fool around with him, and decided that if he smelled that great, and was starting to look kinda cute to me, I was definitely going to try. I guess personality was winning out over looks. I scooted over a little closer to him. He stayed put. I rose up on my elbows to check if anyone was looking close to us, then lowered myself back to the ground letting my upper arm touch his, and left it there. He didn't move away, and even rubbed it against mine a couple times. Good sign, I thought. I rose up slightly again. looking for seekers, and when I lowered myself this time, I moved even closer, so that our hips where touching and rubbed my lower leg against his. He stayed right were he was and this time he moved his leg up and down,, rubbing back against mine. All of this could have been innocent or even subconscious. I didn't think so, though. I started to get a hard on. We whispered some more about where the seekers were, and took turns rubbing up and down with our legs. He was into this this as much as I was. I raised up one more time and this time when I returned to the ground, I rolled on my side, facing Trey, allowing him to see my boner in my tight shorts. He checked it out then rolled on his side, and I could see he had one too. We made eye contact again and grinned then rolled back to our stomachs, our hips and legs still touching. Soon we were spotted when a little kid stumbled across us. We took off running for home base, both of us making it. We high fived and boasted about being the Kings of hide and seek. We played for a while longer until the game petered out then saying our goodbyes made our way back to his house. After an awesome fried chicken dinner, his Mom was apparently a great cook, we went to Trey's room. We listened to music, he was into country while I favored rock, so we listened to both, and raced with the slot cars. We talked and laughed and stood a lot closer to each other than we had to, often with our arms or hips touching. We were getting along very well. I did not know what sexual tension was then but the room was filled with it. My heart was beating a little faster than normal, I could feel sweat under my arms, his scent was all around and I figured he wanted to fool around. But I wasn't sure if he was into giving as well as receiving. My memories of boys that tried to get me to touch or jack or suck them, claiming they would do it back, but they never did, were making me nervous. I wanted to just say, hey, let's fool around, but I couldn't. I hoped Trey was not like those boys, but wasn't sure how I could know for sure. We were interrupted when his mother knocked on his door and without warning took the aforementioned picture with a Polaroid Instamatic. We both had surprised looks on our faces and if you looked at the picture close, you could tell I had a boner. She smiled then wrinkled her nose, said the room was stinky and we were the cause of it and had to take showers. She said she was going to bed and to play something quiet after our showers. 'You ever take a shower with someone else before' Trey asked after his mother left, 'It would take less time if we take one together'. That was interesting. 'Sure, let's do that' I replied. I thought this was a real good sign that he wanted to mess around. Not many thirteen year olds ask about taking a shower together. Trey went into the hall and came back with two towels. He kept one and handed the other to me. 'We can take our clothes off in here then go to the bathroom.' I assumed he meant down to our underwear. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and I could see, like me, he had no hair under arms. Unlike me, he still had a lot of baby fat, giving him small boobs centered with quarter sized pink nipples, which appeared soft and were indented, and a lot of belly, which gave him a deep innie belly button. He had a few light freckles on his shoulders. I knew he had muscles from playing football with him, but they were hidden by his chubbiness. I wasted no time and pulled my shirt off too. I liked going without a shirt and did so most any time I could. I spent a lot of time outdoors, playing tennis, baseball, going to the lake, mowing a few yards, and I was very tan and very fit. My belly was flat, with a small outie belly button. My chest was just starting to get a bit of definition and my nipples were small, dark brown and very pointy. You could count most of my ribs, even though I ate all the time. We stood there looking at each other then Trey undid his shorts and pushed them to his feet. He was wearing loose tighty-whiteies and I couldn't really tell much about his boy parts. I wriggled out of my shorts and partially pulled my own tighty-whiteies with them, my shorts being much tighter than his. My small dark pubic bush was exposed and my tighter underwear revealed to all I had a partial boner. "I dare you to go to the bathroom naked,' Trey blurted out. 'I will if you will', I replied. I knew he could still be messing with me, but it didn't feel like it. I thought we had made a connection and I hoped I was right. 'OK' he said and surprised me by immediately pulling his underwear off and standing in front of me totally naked. I of course looked at his penis and realized, unlike me, he was uncircumcised. I had never seen an uncircumcised penis, except for a drawing in a puberty book my Mom had given me. He was still soft and looked to be about four inches long including his foreskin. His penis was pink, like his body, and a little thicker than a roll of dimes. He had about the same amount of pubic hair I did, two small bushes of blond-red hair, and his ball sack hung about the same distance down as his foreskin. It appeared to be mostly bald, but with a very few tiny very short blond hairs scattered about. By now I was at full boner. I was a little embarrassed, but went ahead and pulled my underwear off. My dick slapped against my belly as I pulled them off. I was almost five inches long and about as thick as a roll of quarters. My dick was a darker brown than my body and very straight and stood proudly upright, almost touching my belly. I also had two small bushes of pubic hair, though mine were dark black. We were both now looking at each others dicks and I watched as his started getting erect and within a few seconds he was fully hard. His dick was slightly longer and a bit thicker than mine when hard, and it curved a little toward his belly. His foreskin was still covering most of his head, but what I could see appeared moist and dark purple. 'Can you pull your foreskin down?' I quietly asked, my heart beating faster. He reached down and using his thumb and forefinger pulled down on his shaft. I thought it was really sexy to see his head slowly appearing. His head fully appeared and it was definitely moist and had some yellow crud on it. Apparently I had a puzzled look that Trey noticed. 'Smegma.' he said. 'You have to wash it in the shower. If you are uncircumcised, it builds up under your foreskin during the day. I'll show you how I wash it in the shower.' Interesting, I thought, he wants me to watch him shower. We stopped staring at each other and went to his door and opening it slightly, peeking out. No one seemed to be around so we both rushed out down the hall and went through the open door of the bathroom, Trey closing it behind us. He turned and leaned against the door and I watched his dick jump up and down from his slightly heavy breathing from the very short run. We both grinned and just stared at each other, and I mean stared at each others dicks, for a few seconds before he moved toward the tub and turned on the shower. A few moments more of checking each other out and the water was warm. He stepped in with me right behind him and he began getting wet. The tub was not large and we were face to face as we changed places after he was thoroughly wet. I held his shoulder as we passed and neither of us made an attempt to keep our dicks from rubbing the others during our passing. Both of our dicks jumped at the touching, and we looked at each other and grinned again. 'They liked that' I said as I turned toward the shower head. When I was wet, I turned back around and Trey had the shampoo bottle in his hand. 'Do you want to wash each other?' he asked and I said sure. He poured some shampoo in his hand and I leaned down a little and closed my eyes as he started rubbing the shampoo into my hair. I had played with plenty of boys, and had bathed with a few, but this was the first time anyone but my mother had washed my hair, and it had been years since that had happened. It was very sensual, feeling his fingers rub all over my scalp. He was going slow and being very thorough. I reached out and blindly felt for and found his hips and held on as he continued kneading my hair. I had never felt like this before with another boy. It took a moment, but I decided, standing there with my eyes closed and my dick just throbbing it was so hard, that this was a boy like me. A boy who wanted to play with other boys and wanted it to feel good. All my other play buddies were willing to jack or suck so that they could get jacked or sucked in return. I realized, with the simple act of him washing my hair, that this boy was gay like me. I don't really know why I came to this conclusion so soon, but it felt very true. I raised my head, wiped my face free of shampoo and opened my eyes. 'That was really nice,' I said. 'Let me do your hair.' He handed me the bottle and bent down in front of me, holding my hips like I held his. I got a dollop of shampoo on my hand and began washing his hair. I slowly used my finger to massage his scalp and spread the shampoo through his hair. I moved my hands a little lower and massaged on the back of his neck. 'That feels really good,' he whispered. I smiled and felt my heart beating even faster. I liked to make boys feel good, and the boys that I made feel good rarely expressed it beyond a 'Cool'. He raised up and looked at me. I smiled at him and lowering my hand I shampooed his pubic hairs also, the back of my hand brushing his hard shaft as I did so. 'There,' I said, 'I think that is all the hair you have,' and I lifted his arm and checked his pit. 'Yep, totally bare there like me.' as I lifted my arm up showing him my armpit. He reached up to his head and gathered some shampoo. 'Oops,' he said, 'I forgot that hair' and he rubbed through my pubes. 'I might have some on my balls,' I said, feeling brave, and even though my balls were completely hairless, he moved down and cupped them and rubbed slowly. That felt great so I returned the favor and held his balls, slowly rubbing around. I had my eyes closed at this point. Trey must have reached behind him with his other hand and picked up the soap, because his hand never left my balls but I felt the soap bar on my chest as he started soaping me up. He moved it all over my chest and belly, working up a good lather then he used his hand to rub it all in. He rubbed both my nipples in a circle, moved down to my belly, which he also rubbed in a circle, then I felt his hand on my dick. I opened my eyes as he started to slowly jack me. His soft fist felt better than any other that had grabbed me there. I was almost completely sure he was not looking for a blow job then stiffing me back. My knees buckled slightly and I pushed into Trey, our chests and bellies touching. With one hand on his shoulder, I rubbed my chest and used the soap there to rub his. I had rubbed boys before, skin on skin was one of my favorite things to do, but never one so chubby. He had small boobies, like I imagined a young girl entering puberty had. I cupped one and rubbed his nipple with my thumb then slightly pinched it and I watched as it turned from an innie to an outie. I smiled and did the same with his other one. 'Stop jacking me,' I whispered, 'I'll cum too soon.' He removed his hand and I reached around to his back with both hands and hugged him, transferring more soap from my body to his and rubbed my chest up and down against his. He was very soft, and it was very nice. We were both smiling and looking into each others eyes. This was very different from any encounter I had ever had. This was more like boyfriend and, boyfriend I guess than kids fooling around. There was a tenderness that had always been absent. 'Do you like to kiss?' I asked. He looked a little surprised. 'Never have' he said. 'Do you want to?' I asked. I had no idea where this bravery was coming from. I guess I felt he was like me, but I had been fooled before. I really wanted him to be like me. His eyes looked at my mouth and he nodded his head. We both leaned in and, keeping our eyes open and mouths closed, touched our lips to each others. His lips were thin but surprisingly very soft. We pulled back and looked each other in the eyes. I smiled and said 'Open your mouth' then moved in again and this time opened my mouth slightly. He too opened his mouth and our tongues came into contact. I guess nature sorta took over and soon we were french kissing, exploring each others mouths with gusto. I was pretty much in heaven. There was only one other boy who would kiss me, and he would only do it for 3 seconds, and only once a night. Weird the rules boys have to not be gay. I pulled him tight against me and he also held me tight. We rubbed our soapy bodies against each other and deeply kissed, both of us letting out an occasional soft moan. I was super excited and I could tell he was too. We finally pulled apart and then the shampoo hit my eye. 'Owe Owe Owe' I said and turned toward the water, rinsing myself off. The spell was broken and I think we were both a little embarrassed that we got so lost in the moment. We both rinsed off, even though we hadn't really washed. 'Oh,' he said, 'I didn't wash my head' I was confused for a second then I saw him pull his foreskin down and realized it was his little head he was talking about. Again, I thought it was sexy as he pulled his foreskin back. He used a washcloth and removed the crud. We were both still rock hard as we exited the shower. We dried separately and hanging our towels on the rack, dashed naked back into his room. We giggled a little at the slapping sounds our dicks made against our bellies as we ran. 'You want to naked slot car?' I asked, kinda wanting to slow things down just a little bit, and he said sure so we spent the next half hour playing slotcar in the buff. We giggled a lot and despite doing a lot of incidental touching, we both lost our boners. I was having a really good time. Eventually we stopped playing slotcars. He said he would turn on the radio and turned to a rock station. I thought that was really cool, really sweet actually. I had laid on the bed while he turned on the radio. By the time he made it to the bed, we were both sporting hard-ons again. He laid next to me. We looked at each other and smiled and giggled a little, as the sexual tension started rising. 'Have you played with anyone before' I asked. 'I used to play with my cousin Chris'. I knew Chris, this being a very small town. He was a year younger than us, had dark curly hair and I thought he was pretty cute. He was built a lot like me, very skinny, and though I had never thought about playing with him, the idea was now appealing to me. 'What do you do?' I asked. 'We jacked off together. He just started cumming this summer, and he said he was too old now to play anymore' 'Did you jack each other off', I asked. 'No, just do it at the same time. That is all I have ever done. Other than what we did in the shower.' 'Why did you invite me over?' I asked, staring him right in the eye. I was being ridiculously brave. 'I don't know, I just thought maybe you would like to fool around. Everyone says you do.' I thought well, that appeared to be an honest answer and my bravery just kept going up. 'Hmm,' I said and rolled onto my side and reached over to his dick and started a slow jack off. Trey tensed up some and his legs went very straight. This was very different for me. I was used to being the one who started things going, but my normal pattern was to make a game of I jack you for ten seconds then you jack me, eventually working into doing the same thing with sucking if I thought it could go that far. With Trey, I knew that he wanted this and he wasn't messing with me. I really didn't want to play a game. I just wanted to make him feel good. This was all very different for me. I had never played with an uncircumcised dick before and I just slowly jacked him, moving his foreskin up and down over his head. He had more skin than I was used to and I could keep my fist tight and move all the way up and then all the way down without loosening my hand. His head was very shiny and very purple. He kept his eyes closed and I asked him if I was doing it right and he said, 'Yes, very right' which made me laugh. I was up on my elbow and my face was very close to his dick as I studied it. He was about my length, close to five inches, but a little thicker around, I thought, and he had an upward curve toward his belly and mine was very straight. When I pulled his foreskin down, it appeared his head was about the same size as mine, the same width as his shaft. His sweet smell was even more pungent here and I was really turned on. I thought what the fuck, and even though I was nervous, leaned down, and licked his head. Trey gasped as I tasted his shiny head. He tasted very sweet, sorta like he smelled. I decided very quickly that I liked it, and keeping his foreskin down, I put his head in my mouth and ran my tongue all over it, then swallowed him all the way down to his pubes and back up again. I just recently was given a lessen by an older boy on a proper blow job, a story I can relate later, and I used all my knowledge on Trey. I continued to slowly move up and down, using my tongue a lot on the upward part. This older boy taught me to hold the shaft with my fist so I didn't go down to far and gag, but he was larger than Trey, and I was able to take Trey all the way down. I did gag a couple times but managed to keep going strong. This freed up my hands to do other things. I moved my right hand to his balls and just sort of held them. They had pulled up some and seemed to be very full. With my left hand I rubbed his nipple, which I knew I liked having done to me. I felt a hand on my head and peeked up and saw his head was thrown back and his eyes were still closed. His right hand was on my head and his left was very tightly gripping the comforter on the bed. He was very quietly saying 'Oh man' over and over again. This was really hot, I thought. I continued to slowly suck him and he started to use his hips, thrusting up as I was going down. We had a pretty good rhythm going and I could feel his stomach start tensing. 'I'm gonna cum,' he said but I just kept sucking away. I had never swallowed anyone's cum before, most of the boys I played with were still dry cumming. The older boy told me swallowing was the proper way to finish a blow job, as I had pulled off his cock, yes he had a cock, not a dick, as soon as I felt him cumming and ended up with a mess in my hair and face and his pubes. I wanted to do it just right for Trey's first time. He had been rubbing my head but suddenly he grabbed a chunk of my hair and just held it. It hurt a little but I didn't stop or say anything. 'I'm gonna cum' he said again and then I felt a hot stream enter my mouth and I started swallowing. 'Unghh,' he groaned and shot again and again. I swallowed as fast as I could and managed to keep most of his cum in my mouth and in my belly. A small trickle escaped and ran down my chin. As he started slowing down, I took the time to taste it and it was a stronger version of his glistening head. It was still sweet and I definitely liked it. I had tasted my own before, but never in that amount, and mine wasn't nearly as sweet, though I liked it too. I used my fist to pull all his skin down and licked his head then squeezed upward to get the last of his cum out of his shaft and swallowed that to. I let go and looked up at him. He still had his eyes closed and with my hand on his chest I could feel his heart beating very fast. I could see that his chest was bright pink. I guess my skin tone is too dark to see the flush, but I had seen it on plenty of other boys I had brought to orgasm. He had released my hair and was slowly rubbing my head. I scooted up next to him and laying on my side I put my hand on his chest and lightly rubbed his nipple. He moved his arm and put it around my shoulder and was patting and rubbing my back. I was pretty nervous at this point. This was again unknown territory for me but his back patting made me feel a little better. Thinking of the shower kiss also helped me feel better. 'When I can talk,' he said with eyes still tightly closed, 'I'll tell you that was the best feeling I have ever had.' He grinned and I grinned with him. 'That was the first time I have ever swallowed.' He opened his eyes then and started giggling. 'You have some on your chin.' I used my finger to wipe it and looked him in the eye and stuck my finger in my mouth. I tried to make it appear very sexy but lost it and started laughing. He started laughing too. We laughed together for a few seconds then he looked serious. He bent down to my mouth to kiss me but I got the giggles again from his very serious expression. 'That's not funny' he said and he started laughing again too. I put my face on his chest and he put his arm around my back and we both just laughed and giggled. Eventually we were able to stop and we continued to lay in that position. I started playing with his nipple, rubbing circles all around it. He was rubbing my back. I scooted up a little and this time we were able to kiss without the giggles. We started slow, both giving quick pecks then moving away, but very soon we were in a deep french kiss, both of us trying to swallow the others tongue. I got on top of him. I held his head in both hands and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to him. My body was filled with desire, way more than ever before. All our front parts were touching, including our very hard dicks. A fine sweat covered both our bodies. I had frotted before, though I didn't know the name for several years, but never while kissing and never with this passion I felt. He moved his hands to my butt and pulled me into him even more. No one had done that to me and the electricity when he touched my cheeks went racing through my body. We were both humping each other, our dicks were side by side and slick with sweat. His soft belly seemed to enfold my head as it moved upward and release it as I moved down. I had never had a wet dream. I had never cum from frotting. I had only cum once from a blow-job. All the other times I came from me or another boy jacking me. But suddenly I was at the point of no return and I started cumming between us. I pulled away from his mouth and grunted, 'I'm cumming.' I closed my eyes tighter and ground my groin against his and continued to spurt between us. I lowered my head and our cheeks were side by side. I inhaled his sweetness and I guess I felt light headed. He kept his hands on my butt and ground back into me with his dick. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. I was so sexed up I could hardly think straight. My dick was spasming and my whole body was shaking. It was just too much and I whispered 'Stop'. He quit pulling me into him and I just laid there trying to recover. He was still lightly pushing into me with his hips and my body gave a couple more jerks then went still. A few seconds later my body jerked again. This went on for at least a minute, me being still and then an involuntary jerk or two. My eyes were still closed and I swear I could see stars. I felt totally weak, my limbs were very heavy. I couldn't even lift my head, my neck muscles seemed to have disappeared. Sweat was pouring down my face. I had never, and I mean never felt anything like this. I had been jacking off for over two years, had been sucked countless times, had played many naked games with many boys and nothing felt even close to this. I guess the kissing and jacking in the shower, and sucking Trey to completion had really gotten me close. The touching and passion and deep deep kissing had me so revved up that it just didn't take much to get me there, and boy did I get there. We lay like that, cheek to cheek, for several moments while I caught my breath and calmed down. Trey slowly stroked my back and didn't say anything. I thought I had freaked him out a little. This was his first real time playing with a boy and I had cum all over both of us. Eventually I was able to lift my head and I rolled off him. I was embarrassed by the mess. 'Sorry, man, that has never happened before.' I couldn't look him in the eyes. He raised up toward me on his elbow and looked at me then he laughed. 'That was awesome! I almost came again. You were shaking and jerking and I thought you were having a seizure or something.' What a cool guy, I thought. I didn't believe that he had almost cum again, I had just drained him pretty good but just saying it to make me feel good was just so very cool. I looked over at him and with a sheepish grin said, 'I think I did have a seizure!' We both laughed and he reached under his bed and grabbed a towel he had there. 'Cum rag' he said and started wiping himself off. When he was sorta clean, he started wiping me off, and I again thought how sweet he was being. I started thinking about what we had done while he was wiping gummy cum off my belly and trying to get it out of my pubes. I realized that even though I had done a lot of sexual things, this was the first time I felt that I had actual sex. Kissing, touching, caressing, holding, loving, well not loving, but lusting for sure. I was truly spent, I had given my all. Of course, I was thirteen and could get my all back within a few minutes, or so I thought. I watched him trying to get cum out of my pubic hair and I realized how my opinion of Trey had changed in just a few short hours. He started out the afternoon as the boy I didn't want to fool around with, but would be happy to be friends with, and now he was the boy who was hugging and kissing me when I had the greatest cum of my life. He made me feel good with really simple things like rubbing my back, laughing with me, wiping my cum, and especially by grabbing my butt and pulling me into him. And he hadn't even totally jacked me or sucked me at all yet. Plus he was totally inexperienced with all this. But I felt safe with him. I wasn't afraid I would do the wrong thing and be laughed at. I wasn't afraid he would make fun of the gay kid. I couldn't express any of these thoughts, just look over at him and give a crooked smile. He kind of smiled a crooked smile back and I think we both knew what we were trying to express, or at least we knew there was fondness there. 'This isn't working,' he said and jumped off the bed. He went to the door, opened it a bit, looked out then took off down the hall. I heard the water running in the bathroom through the open door and suddenly thought someone might look in at me, naked on his bed with cum still on my body. But the only person that looked was Trey as he returned. He locked the door then came back to the bed holding a wet washcloth in his hand. 'This will work better.' He touched my belly with the wet cloth and I jerked. It was cold! He just laughed and kept wiping up, eventually getting most of my body clean from the cum. He turned the cloth on himself and worked on getting it all off him too. I would have helped him but I was still wiped out. And I was getting a little chilled from the cold washcloth. I pulled the covers down and crawled into his bed, holding his side of the covers up so he could climb in too. Trey turned off the light and got into bed with me. We were facing each other and I moved closer to him and slung my leg over his hip. I was soft when I did this but having my dick touching his warm belly got me hard pretty quick. And the next thing I know I was waking up.