Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 22:16:18 +0800
From: billy schuldiner <billy_schuldiner@grungecafe.com>
Subject: Two Young Boys Explore

This story is based on true experiences I've had, although it has been slightly
sensationalized in order to make it more interesting to read. I am currently
working on two sequels to this story (once again based on factual experience)
and they will be complete shortly. Please send your comments to
billy_schuldiner@grungecafe.com. Thanks and Enjoy!


CHAPTER ONE: (Beginnings)


When I was fourteen years old, John used to be my best friend. we hung out
together all the time, and it was no wonder that my first sexual experience
was with him. It started out as sexual desperation. We were hanging around
upstairs on the library computers after school, checking out naughty
websites of cute girls. John saved the pictures onto a disk, and then we
headed back to my house. By now, we were delirious with excitement, it was
the first time we had seen porno. When we got to my house, we locked
ourselves in my room, and checked the pictures out on my computer. John was
the first one to lower his pants and grab hold of his cock. He was always
more adventurous than me, and yet still introverted in the grander
scheme. I looked with shock upon his orange pubic mound, and amazingly
large dick. It was much bigger than mine. We were jerking off as the girls
flashed on the screen, occasionally glancing at each other's private
parts. It was the first time anything like this had happened to any of
us. The sound of his mother ringing the doorbell to fetch him interrupted
us, but it was the catalyst to an amazing experience.

John was a fairly tall boy, with tanned skin, a freckled body, green eyes
and red hair. About two weeks later, I became accustomed with his naked
body. Though we had never spoken about our jerking off at my house (we had
both stayed a careful distance from each other during that time), it was at
the back of both of our minds. I found myself mentally exploring all
possibilities, time after time.

Two weeks later, I was hanging around at his house during the Summer
holidays. We were just messing around, playing outside and swimming. When
the sun began to set, however, we went upstairs to his computer, and began
to peruse the internet for pictures once more. We had decided that we'd
need privacy to actually view them as his mother and house-keeper ventured
upstairs frequently. The darkness outside was growing, and John asked me to
ask my mother if I could spend the night at his house. Brilliant move. I
eventually managed to persuade my mother to let me stay. We left the
pictures on a disk underneath the pillow in his bed.

That evening his parents (along with his younger sister) decided to take us
out to a resturaunt. We ate disinterested with the food, both thinking
about the pleasure of gazing upon those pictures, in his bedroom. When we
returned, John's parents dropped his sister off at her friend's house,
where she was planning to stay. John commented to me about how convenient
that was. When we arrived home, his mother prepared a mattress for me
upstairs in John's bedroom, and then went downstairs to the opposite side
of the house to her bedroom. John snuck down after her, to retrieve his
father's laptop from his office, so we would have a means to view the
pictures.

We were both excited by the time he returned and switched it on, placing it
at the foot of his bed. "Have you ever masturbated naked?" he asked
me. "No," I replied. "Let's try it tonight, it's really cool..." As I said
earlier, John was very comfortable with himself. I stripped off my pajamas
and climbed onto the bed naked, my penis erect. John turned around to look
at me, and then slowly unbuttoned his top and threw it to the
ground. Following this, he stood up, and pulled his trousers to the ground,
followed by his briefs. His hard-on bounded out. He threw the clothing into
the corner of the room, and then, naked as well, climbed onto the bed and
sat down next to me. "This is going to be cool..." he said, and then
allowed to pictures to appear randomly on the screen.

CHAPTER TWO: (The First Night)

At first, I just laid there, slowly stroking my cock, and occasionally
looking over to see John's hand quickly moving up and down his shaft. We
were both completely engulfed by the pictures of cute naked girls, posing
in exotic locations. I was enjoying myself. Merely being naked and stroking
my dick was driving me wild, and the girls were only heightening the
enjoyment. Eventually though, merely jacking off was becoming tedious, and
I began to think of ways to get John involved. Someone would have to make
the first . Neither of us were gay, but I simultaneously felt that neither
would reject the oppurtunity to be jerked off by another.

After a while, John moved off the bed and onto the floor. "I'm saving the
good stuff for later," he said, still naked and turning on his
PlayStation. I too, restrained my sexual urges, and sat down next to him,
my legs out in front of me. His dick was still erect, and while I was
casually touching mine, I noticed he was involved in playing his
video-game. "It's fun to try and stop jacking off after a while, and seeing
if you can concentrate on other stuff," he said. I definitely did not have
the discipline for that. Then, suddenly the perfect excuse came to
mind. "Will you show me how you do it?" I asked him, "I don't think I'm
doing it right."

"You mean, with your thing?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, feeling my cheeks turning red.

John dropped the controller instantly, and nodded (I could tell by his
facial expression, that the thought excited him), his hand reaching over
for my penis.

I closed my eyes as his fingers latched around my dick and began to
stroke. "You do it like this," he said and began to shake his hand
faster. I breathed out heavily. This was the most divine feeling I had ever
felt in my life. His hand was warm and felt wet around my dick. "Is that
good? Do you think I'm doing it right?" he asked as his hands began slow
down.

"Yeah, that's great," I replied.

"Will you show me?" he asked.

That's when I realised he was totally in to this as well. I nodded
positively and as his hand dropped away from my manhood, my hands drew
towards his. His dick was alot bigger and thicker than mine. It felt rock
hard and hot. I grabbed it and then looked into his eyes. "Fast or slow?" I
asked.

"I like it fast," was his response.

I began to rythmically move my gripping hands faster and slower around his
dick. His shifted his seating position around a few times while I
masturbated him, presumably to derive the most comfort from my job. My hand
slid up around his head due its wetness. As a result his entire dick was
wet by the time I was really getting into it. About two minutes in, he sat
straighter and then placed his hand on my dick.

"Fast or slow?" he asked.

"I like it slow," was my response.

So there we sat, my hands quickly wanking off his dick, he hands gently and
slowly pulling at mine.

I had to restrain myself from reaching orgasm a few times, as I didn't want
this heavenly activity to end. After we seemed to be getting bored with the
same thing, I realised I wanted to go the next step. Touching my dick with
his. It turned out, John had that in mind as well. He got to his feet, and
gave me a hand to lift me up as well. "Your thing is a bit smaller than
mine," he commented. "How big is it?" I had absolutely no idea, and upon
relaying this information to him, he swung around, giving me a great view
of his nice buttocks, and grabbed a ruler of his table. He knelt before me
and measured. "Fifteen centimeteres," he commented. I grabbed the ruler
from him, and knelt down before him to measure his. "Eighteen," I reported
after getting back on my feet. "Seriously? It seems that mine would be
bigger than that. Let's just put them together and check, okay?" he
suggested. We moved in closer, and our erect cocks touched together, the
head of his a fair distance above mine. The feel of his wet dick against my
crotch was arousing, though also felt forbidden. "Yeah, it seems about
right," he said after we'd rubbed them together for a while.

John had suggested measuring our dicks, now it was my turn to suggest a fun
game. "Have you ever rubbed your thing into a pillow?" I asked him. He
shook his head. "Let's try it, it's really quite cool." We clambered onto
his bed, and grabbed the pillow from the head-side. Then, turning to face
the laptop again, I placed the pillow in the centre of the bed. "Lay down
on it like this," I guided John's crotch onto the pillow. He uttered a moan
of ecstasy as his cock touched the soft material of the pillow. I moved
behind him and asked him to spread his legs to I could sit behind him. Then
I took hold of his buns, and with some force pushed them, so his dick would
massage against the pillow. "Oh my God, that feels good!" he exclaimed. He
bent his knees upwards, his feet in the air, while I continued to push his
butt, sliding my fingers across their wet-with-perspiration feel. The
rythmical motion continued for a while (as John and I both gazed with
longing at the supermodel's amazing breasts on the screen) until John
exclaimed he wanted me to stop.

I was confused at first, but as his turned around to face me, he explained
that he had nearly come, and didn't want the night to end so
quickly. "Let's try something even more sexy," he suggested. "Okay," I
replied. He asked me to turn away from him, and kneel on the bed. As I did
so, I felt his wet cock slide up past my bum and protrude out (brushing my
balls) beneath my dick. He began swaying back and forth, with his free
hands caressing my balls and cock. The wetness of his dick was getting all
over my balls. Although the pleasure from this was immense, we mutually
agreed after a few minutes, that this was a bit more gay than we were
willing to go. After all, we were just to friends helping each other to a
bit of naughty fun, not gay lovers or anything.

I suggested to get around this awkward issue, we place a pillow between our
bodies (while we knelt facing each other), and then rub our cocks against
the pillow. John was all right with this. The pillow was propped between
us, and we both began thrusting into it. Midway through (as pleasure raced
through my cock), I felt John's hands across my butt. I too, pushed my arms
up, and grabbed hold of his bum. With a secure grip on each other's bums,
we were able to easily thrust and sway into the pillows, providing maximum
pleasure. After a while, I felt orgasm approaching, and informed John. "Me
too!" he exclaimed. I nodded that this was it, and we both let blow into
the pillow (John slightly after me). I was moaning so loudly I was
surprised he hadn't told me to shut up. My eyes were closed as I felt the
warm cum shoot out of the end of my dick and paint the pillow. John must
have experienced a similar sensation as he too had his eyes closed. Fully
enjoying the moment.

After we had recollected ourselves, we checked each side of the pillow to
see who had come the most, as a way of adding childish fun to our very
mature night of enjoyment. John won by a whisker. "Let's sleep naked
tonight..." he suggested. "And that mattress is really uncomfortable, I
don't mind if you sleep next to me... As long as we just sleep," he
joked. I smiled. We threw the pillow on the floor and got another one (plus
the one on the mattress) out of his cupboard and placed them on his
bed. Then, we both climbed into bed and got comfortable. John's bed was
very small, so the best way for us to sleep (while facing away from each
other) was to have out butts touching each other. His felt nice against
mine while I felt into the nicest sleep.

Although we were tired as hell, it wouldn't stop the fun we would have the
following day!

CHAPTER THREE: (The Next Day/ Afternoon fun)

We were awoken early by knocking on the door. I awoke with surpise, aware
of my nakedness (and John's butt still pressed against mine) and his
mother's voice outside. I scrambled out of bed, rousing John awake and
diving under the covers of the mattress' duvet. John's mother knocked with
more force upon the door and called his name again. John jumped out of the
bed (with a case of 'morning wood,' I noticed) and pulled on his boxers. He
moved towards the door with his cock pushing against the material of his
underwear. "Coming mom!" he called. He looked at me, indicating his
indecisiveness with his shoulders. I shrugged back. He unlocked the door,
and opened it slightly and faced his mother. "Hey, honey," she began, "your
father and I are going to be out the whole day, so I've left some food in
the oven for you guys. I just wanted to let you know."

"Thanks, mom," John said.

"You can go back to sleep if you want," she offered. John nodded and shut
the door again. "That was too close!" he whispered. "Are you still naked?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, "good thing your mother didn't come in and offer to
make the beds or something!"

"Yeah," he agreed. I checked the time and saw that it was only 07:00 in the
morning. We had went to sleep at about 12:00 the previous night. "Want to
sleep some more?" I asked. I wasn't really tired, but John said he could do
with another hours' sleep and the smiled and commented about how cool it
was that no one was going to be home the entire day.

"I know," I replied.

"We can all sorts of stuff," he innuendoed.

"Yeah, and we can do it all naked," I said in a joking voice, though
meaning it.

"That's a cool idea!" John exclaimed. I was surprised with his
enthusiasm. We both rested for about an hour, a while after his parents had
shut the front door and left.

I opened my eyes to the sound of John's door being unlocked again.

"Where are you going?" I asked, climbing out of bed. "Let's go get showered
and then do stuff," he replied.

I responded, "Cool," and then followed him down the passage to his
bathroom. "You can use the computer while I'm busy," he suggested. He moved
into the bathroom, and I turned on his computer, feeling the familiar
stirrings of excitement rising within me. I heard the shower turn on, and
the sound of water against skin as the computer loaded and I began purusing
pictures. It was quite early in the morning, but I was horny as hell back
then.

After a while, sitting on John's wooden stool with my cock at attention, I
heard the water stop running, and the shower door swing open, followed by
the sound of bare feet against tile. I turned around and saw John behind
me- wet and naked, streching up with his hands behind his head. I got a
good look at his orange pubic mound, and noticed his dick was at attention
as well. He must have been doing some thinking in the shower... "The towels
are downstairs, I'm going to get two for you and me, you can't start
showering so long," he said. I rose and headed towards the shower.

The shower was refreshing and cool in the Summer warmth. After soaping
myself everywhere and standing under the cool water, I twisted the faucets
and stepped out into the passage. John was at the computer, and threw me a
towel. I dried myself off, and then left the towel in the bathroom and
moved towards him."Wanna have some breakfast?" he asked. I was pretty
hungry so I said, "Yeah sure."

We went downstairs into John's kitchen and he prepared some cereal while I
sat on the couch in his living room watching TV. By now, refreshed and
awake, I was driving myself crazy with sexual thoughts of what I could
accomplish on this beautiful Summer's day. We ate quickly and then sat on
the couches in John's living room, allowing the sun's rays to fall on us. I
was thinking of interesting things to do, when John pointed out the window
and exclaimed, "We should swim in my pool!"

"I don't have a costume," I replied lamely.

"you don't need one, we're going to skinny-dip!" He said triumphantly.

I felt my heart race. This was going to be exciting.

We opened the door leading outside and stepped into the sunshine. It felt
good on my body. "I'd better go get some sun-tan lotion, unless you want to
get burned to a crisp," John remarked. While he headed upstairs to get the
lotion, I sat on the grass next to the tiled-area next to his pool. The
pool was medium sized, with white-benches alongside it, and a trampoline on
the grassed area beyond it. The perfect setup for some outdoor fun in the
sun. Except we were going to have more fun, with less clothing!

John eventually came down the stairs with the bottle. I could see he wanted
to get last night's games underway again, but was struggling with
embarrasment. He opened the bottle of lotion and began rubbing it on his
arms, and then, with blushing cheeks said, "Can you lotion me up, there're
some places I can't reach." I said I was more than happy to do so, and
climbed to my feet and asked him to turn around. "Want it all over your
body?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, "wouldn't want to get any part burned."

I squirted some of the white lotion onto my hands and then began massaging
it into his back, my hands travelling across his arms and then down towards
his butt. I paused, squirting more lotion onto my hands and then rubbed
them all over his buttocks, and down his thighs towards his heels. "Turn
around," I instructed. He did as he was told, and then my hands were all
over his chest and crotch, and travelling across his erect member and
balls, and then down his legs towards his feet. when I was done, I asked if
he would do the same to me. He, in turn, squirted the lotion onto his hands
and repeated the same process I had done to him, only spending longer on
the butt and crotch. "Alright, I'm sure this stuff is waterproof, so let's
do some swimming."

John dipped his toe into the pool, announcing that it was amazingly
cool. He proceeded to dive in, while I climbed in slowly, cherishing the
cool feel upon my skin. We splashed around for a while, swimming laps
diving in (most of the time with horny pictures in our minds) until John
had the balls to say, "Want to do what we were doing last night, except
underwater?" "Cool," I responded and swam towards the submerged step he was
sitting on. It was in the shallow end, and John's facing-upward cock was
just big enough to poke out of the water, while mine was still
submerged. His hand flew towards my cock and began tugging, while mine
grabbed the head of his cock and began to slide downwards. We sat like that
jerking each other off, for while, each taking turns to command, "Faster,"
or "Slower," depending on how we were feeling. My eyes were closed but
occasionally opened to look at John's fingers working magic around my
penis. John began shifting his butt around, and essentially pushing his
dick up through my fingers, while I simultaneously slid my hand down. This
sensation was driving him wild with pleasure as he began to moan,
"Yes. Ohhh, yeah, ohhhh yeah..." in soft tones. I copied the motion of his
buns so I could also derive maximum pleasure from his hand-job. We were
just sitting there in the water, butts smacking against the tile of the
pool-step, hands rushing along each other's shafts moaning
gently. Eventually, in order to break up the tension, I pushed myself
further into the water, and floated, beckoning for John to join me. As he
swam towards me, I moved my cock so it was touching his, and rubbed it
against him, while he pushed his thing against mine. The feel of his hard
dick, and the cool water covering our bodies was amazing. Once again, we
decided we were getting too far away from 'experimentation' and so left the
pool and began bouncing naked on John's trampoline.

Our erections never left us for a long time, as we struggled to resist the
temptation to just grab each other's cocks and jack off until we came. The
periods in between the jerking off was fun as well, though. The pleasure
never left the tip of my penis. After a while though, to resist became too
difficult and we jumped onto the grass and decided to come. It was okay,
John told me, because in a while, we'd be horny again and could do it all
over again. I laid down, my wet buttocks sliding on the grass, my legs out
straight in front of me. And John tried his suggestion, which was the
jacking-off version of what he's seen on porn websites called a '69.' He
turned around and hovered above me, his thing coming dangerously close to
my mouth, and grabbed my cock in his wet hands and began whacking it
fast. My hands curled around his member and began to tug as well. Pleasure
shot through my body fast as it had last night and I just closed my eyes
and pleasured John as best as I could with my hands. Soon, John informed me
that he felt 'ready to explode,' and that I should move out the way unless
I wanted to get it on my face. With both stood up, each other's dicks in
our hands and jerked until we both saw come squirt out of each our dicks
onto the grass in front of us.

"Ooooohhh," I moaned.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" John exclaimed during the climax of his pleasure.

I felt sleepy almost immediately, and together we went back into his house,
climbed onto his couches and rested their for a while. I felt so
good. However, we would have one more chance (on this particular day) to
relieve ourselves before his parents came back. That evening would be
pretty wild.

CHAPTER FOUR: (The Evening)

After we had gotten dressed and messed around John's house for a couple of
hours, doing trivial things, we realised we were ready for one final round
of masturbation and shed our clothes in his kitchen. We weren't even
interested in making it interesting, we both just wanted that feeling of
euphoria as we orgasmed. John said he had a surprise and I followed him
into his parent's adjoining bathroom of their bedroom, where he had
prepared the jacuzzi.

"Think it'll be cool?"

The water was crystal clear and there was no way I could refuse. We climbed
into the bath, and laid down, allowing the water to soak us
completely. John looked at me from the other end of the tub. "There's one
more thing we haven't tried, but I'm scared it'll be going overboard."

I knew what he was talking about, and it was a blow-job. I wasn't too
excited about the prospect of putting my cock in another boy's mouth (or
taking one in my own for that matter) but responded, "I guess we'll never
know if we don't try."

"We can stop if it's not cool," John assured me.

"It's going to be cool, we'll stop if it gets weird," I corrected.

We temporarily stepped out of the jacuzzi, and dried ourselves, before
seating ourselves on the floor of his parents' bedroom. John's turn was
first and he laid back, legs stretched out in front of him, and motioned
for me to perform my duty. I hesitantly approached his cock, and took hold
of it. His eyes were closed. Slowly, I pushed his thobbing cock into my
mouth and licked it. It tasted terrible, and I wanted to throw up, but put
my lips around and sucked it once so John could get the feel. I recoiled
instantly. "This is too weird..." I said.

"Cool," he said getting up, "still want me to try it on you? It felt really
really cool."

"Yeah, I guess I want to try it, just don't be too long," I said.

This time I laid down in John's former place, and watched in wonder as he
approached my penis and placed it in his mouth, allowing his tongue to
slide around its entirety. His lips then kissed the head of it, and his
mouth engulfed it once more. The pleasure racing through my cock was
indescribable and I had to seriously restrain myself to avoid creaming all
over his mouth.

John quickly said, (with a look of disgust on his face) "That tastes
horrible, and it's way too gay for my liking." I agreed, and we headed to
the jacuzzi to finish it off.

My idea was to take a pillow into the jacuzzi and prop it between us, rub
our dicks against it (while submerged) and cum like crazy. John realised
he'd have to explain to his parents why we had a soaking wet pillow, but he
said he'd just tell them he though it out his top-storey window and it
landed in the pool. That was good enough for me. With a pillow between us,
me lying against the bottom of the bath. John lying on top top of the
pillow, both our erect cocks pressing hard, we began to fuck the pillow. I
grabbed on to the side of the tub for grip and thrust long and hard. John
was moaning loudly and really pushing hard, as I could feel his big cock
against mine from the other side of the pillow. I began changing the motion
of my cock, swaying with it, and then thrusting, and then rubbing and
sliding until I felt ready to come. John was really fucking the pillow, as
he was kneeling as pushing it rapidly into the soaking material exclaiming,
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, this is good!" At last I blew my come into the
pillow and watched it mix the water. My eyes shut tight as orgasm ripped
through my body. Sighing with pleasure, I stepped out of the jacuzzi and
watched John. "You done?" he asked.

"Yeah," I agreed and watched him thrusting his cock into the pillow while
holding on to it tight, water splashing as his bum burst in and out of the
water. Eventually he let out a deep moan and thrust his dick out of the
water while squirting his come everywhere. It was truly an amazing
experience.

We both dried ourselves and got dressed, cleaning up the house as best as
we could before his parents got back. Satisfied with outr job, we just hung
out, talking and playing on his computer until his parents came back.
John's mother was eager to know how we'd spent the day and whether the food
was okay. We both replied it was great with smiles on our faces. That was
the end of a very interesting experience for me, but was not the last time
John and I would experiment.

PART TWO COMING SOON!