Date: Thu, 18 Jun 1998 22:57:33 -0500
From: Mitch Loom <M_loom@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wrestle Sleepover (b/b)

Wrestling Sleepover (b/b)
by Mitch Loom


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, no boys were hurt during
the writing of this story. Let us remember that it is against
the law to touch any child under the age of 18, but fantasizing
hurts nobody. Hope you enjoy...Mitch.


"Turn out the light."

"You turn out the light."

It was Friday at midnight at Timothy Cook's house, his best
friend, Louis, was lying next to him in a sleeping bag, staying
over for the night.  The two boys had stayed up to watch the
skin movies on Cinemax until Timothy's dad had come down and
caught them watching a blonde with huge breasts undress in front
of the mirror. 

Although he lectured the boys on watching movies like that,
Timothy could see his Dad smile a little bit, and he knew he
wasn't going to be punished. But the boys still had to promise
not to watch anymore television, and so they stripped down to
their underwear and got into their sleeping bags, not tired at
all. It was only midnight, and who ever thought of going to bed
so early during a sleepover? 

"Come on, turn out the light." whined Timothy, knowing that
Louis wouldn't. 

"You turn it off, you're younger." Louis snapped back. He didn't
care if it was Timothy's house or not, if he wanted the light
off, he could turn it off himself.

"By only 3 months."

"Still, you're only 12. You're not even a teenager yet. I don't
know why I hang around you."

Timothy hated when Louis lorded his age over him. 

"Big deal, I'll be thirteen in June, and then we'll be the same
age. Besides, I'm taller."

"You are not."

"I'm 4 foot, eleven inches."

"I'm 5 feet." Louis countered.

"You liar, you are not."

"You're younger and a midget."Louis laughed.

"Fuck you." Timothy said, although the words still didn't feel
comfortable coming out of his young mouth. 

"Ooooooo, the widdle baby is using bad words now." Louis goaded
him. 

"Shut up."

"I may have to tell his mommy, so she can wash out his mouth
with soap and water."

"Yeah, right."

Louis knew he should stop, but sometimes it felt so good to make
fun of Tim. Lately he had even shocked himself by some of his
comments. He continued to insult his best friend-- "The widdle,
widdle baby is going to get his mouth washed out with...."

Louis didn't finish as he felt a giant weight fall on him. He
looked up to see Timothy rolling over him still in his sleeping
bag.

"STEAMROLLER" Timothy laughed, as he rolled all his weight
contained in his sleeping bag over his friend. 

"Get off me!" Louis laughed after catching his breath.

"Not until you say you're sorry." Timothy countered.

Louis tried to roll out from under the weight, but Timothy was
too quick, and rolled over Louis again. 

"STEAMROLLED AGAIN!" Timothy shouted as he plopped his full
weight on Louis. 

"Get off me! Get off me!" Louis cried as he tried to buck off
his friend. But to no avail, he had a 98 pound, twelve year old
sack lying on top of him. 

"Say you'll turn off the light" Timothy said to his friend as he
twisted and turned to keep his balance in the bag. 

"Blow me."

"OK." Timothy shouted as he tried to launch his body in the air
to land straight back on Louis. Louis groaned on the impact.

"God, you're fat. You weight a ton."

"No more than you. Say you'll turn off the light, or you are
really going to get it."

"Ok, I will....NOT!"

With a sudden burst of speed, Louis rolled over to the side and
out from Timothy's bagged body. Timothy saw his friend rolling
towards him, and quickly crawled from his sleeping bag. Louis
seeing his prey escape, and not wanting to be trapped in his
bag, did the same. 

The two underwear clad boys stared at each other, smiling, and
wondering what was going to happen next. There was tension in
the room of which Louis and Timothy never felt before, maybe it
was left over from watching the porn movie from earlier, but
something in the air had changed. 

"Now you are going to get it" Louis said and he cautiously
approached Timothy. 

"Since you are up, why don't you turn out the light." replied
Timothy.

"Why don't you make me?" asked Louis,

"Maybe I will."

"I'd like to see you try it."

Louis made a quick feint, and dove for his friend's legs and
circling them brought both of them down in a heap. The boys
began to wrestle, pitting their emerging muscles against each
other. They had often tasseled before, but never this late at
night, and never clad in their too brief jockey shorts. 

Timothy gripped Louis's blonde head in a lock, and began to
apply pressure. As Louis tried to squirm away, he grabbed at his
friends underwear and jerked up, bringing the cloth up between
Timothy's ass cheeks.

"WEDGIE!" Louis yelled triumphantly, as Timothy let him go to
fix his underwear. 

"That wasn't fair." Timothy smoldered as he pulled the cotton
fabric out from his cheeks.

"Oh, is the baby going to start crying?"

"Yeah, we'll see how you like it." 

"If you try it on me, I'll do it to you again." Louis said
forcefully.

"You won't be able too" Timothy said as he ran towards Louis.

Timothy and Louis collided again in a bear hug. Only this time,
both boys reached behind and grabbed the elastic band of their
opponent's shorts and tugged. Their breathing heavy, their
hairless chests wet with sweat, they continued to
pull--streching the fabric until the waistbands reached over
their belly buttons, but neither boy would give.

Suddenly, there was a slight ripping sound from Louis's shorts
as Timothy laughed triumphantly,

"Super WEDGIE!"

"Stop it you are going to rip them" Louis shrieked, trying to
remove his friends hand.

"Don't like it when it happens to you, huh?" Timothy chortled as
he pulled harder, trying to rip the jockey shorts off his friend
through his crack.

"I said stop it!" Louis said as he brought his knee up into
Timothy's balls, not hard enough to hurt just to make Timothy
stop tugging. 

Timothy groaned loudly and pushed Louis away, making a big
production of being hit in the balls. 

"Ohhhhh, you are going to pay for that." Timothy moaned.

"It's not like you have anything down there to be hurt." Louis
laughed. 

"Bigger than yours."

"Yeah, right."

Timothy tackled Louis around the waist, and making his hand a
fist, punched Louis lightly in the groin. Louis shrieked with
laughter more than pain, and pushed his friend away rubbing his
balls.

"So that's the way you want it, huh? You want to fight dirty?"
Louis asked smiling.

"You started it, I'm just finishing it. First one to give up has
to turn out the light."

"That's going to be you."

"I don't think so."

This time the boys came together in a crash, two savages, not
wanting to be the first to give in. It was a test of their
manhood, a chance to see who was actually stronger. As they
rolled on the ground, both continued to deliver the occasional
shot to the other's groin, but always quickly, never to cause
too much damage and always punctuated with laughter. They were
like two young puppies rolling in the grass, wanting to see
which one was dominant, but not out to hurt the other. As they
began to sweat harder from their exertions, their young bodies
became slippery with perspiration and the sweet smell of
pre-pubescent sweat filled the basement.

Finally, Louis had trapped the red head in his legs in a classic
scissors move. He lightly applied pressure between his knees as
Timothy groaned.

"Give up? Say you give up!" Louis announced as he squeezed
harder. 

"No way."

"Come on. Give up Tim, or I'll crush your head like a melon."
Louis droned on like the Terminator. 

Timothy tried to bring his legs around to trap Louis's head in a
similar scissors move, but Louis managed to grab them and stop
his movement. With Timothy's head still between his legs, Louis
managed a playful punch into Timothy's scrotum. 

"Ow."

"I can keep doing this all night." Louis laughed as he punched
his friend in the groin again, "Now, say you'll give up."

"Got to hell." Timothy responded.

"OK." Louis smiled, as he punched again.

"You asked for it, Louis." Timothy said as he reached his hand
up and gripped his friend's pouch, and squeezed. 

Louis jumped at the contact and his legs involuntarily opened
allowing Timothy to escape. Punches were one thing, but his
friend was squeezing his dick! And his dick was responding by
getting hard as a rock. 

"Ow, let go." Louis screamed, although he hoped that Timothy
wouldn't.

"Say you'll turn off the light." Timothy said triumphantly.

"No...let go, let go."

"Say you give up and I'll let go." 

"You give up first" Louis shouted as he rolled over and reached
for the fly front of his best pal's white jockeys. His hand made
contact with the fabric, and the fleshy mound that was there. He
wasn't surprised that his friend had popped a boner as well!

The two boys lied there, head to toe, each squeezing the other's
hard dick. Timothy had brought both hands up and was using them
to grasp Louis's balls and cock, as Louis did the same. 

The boys had became quiet, their hands silently exploring,
stroking, squeezing.  All pretense of wrestling was gone, as the
two lads touched each others equipment, marveling at what was
there. 

"You want to, um, you want to...." Timothy asked tentatively. 

"What?" Louis asked quickly.

"You want to, you know, I don't know, fool around?"

"What do you mean?' Louis asked, his hand still squeezing. 

"You know, take off our underwear and do stuff..."

"Do you want to?"

"Do you?" asked Timothy

"I will if you will." replied Louis.

"Ok." Timothy responded, as he let go of his friend's shorts and
turned around. 

Louis let go of Timothy as well, and the two boys stood up, both
sheepishly trying to cover their hard-ons.  Each looking at the
other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally,
Louis hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and slid
them down his legs revealing a 3 and 1/2 inch circumcised dick
with some small blonde peach fuzz surrounding it. It jutted out
proudly from the small set of balls that hung below. 

Timothy followed suit, his pale face flush with excitement, and
he removed his jockey shorts to display a similar sized cock,
with just a few wisps of red hair surrounding it. 

The two boys stood frozen staring at each other's family jewels.
Before Louis made the first move and stepped closer to Timothy. 
Reaching his hand out, he grasped his friend's penis in a firm
grip. It felt warm and rock-hard. Timothy gasped through his
teeth at the pleasure and reached out to grip his friend's
member.  They stood there stroking each other, before Timothy,
overcome with the intensity of pleasure moved his face closer to
Louis and kissed him lightly on the cheek. 

Louis responded by kissing him back on the lips. They stood for
a moment kissing on the lips and stroking each other's cock.
Sharing the unmistakable love and friendship that only two boys
can have. 

"Let's get into the sleeping bag." Louis suggested.

"OK." Tim replied. He knew what they were doing wasn't right,
that two boys didn't do this kind of thing, but it felt so GOOD.
So, very, very good. 

Both boys quickly got into the sleeping bag, not wanting to lose
the rush of pleasure that they were experiencing for the first
time in their young lives. Once they snuggled inside they
resumed their inexperienced kissing and touching. 

Before long, Timothy had rolled onto his friend so that they
were belly to belly. The intense spark of pleasure when the
heads of their two tender dicks met was almost unbearable as the
boys groaned. 

Timothy, almost as he were under someone else's control, began
to involuntarily hump his friend. Their cocks rubbing together,
their legs tangling and untangling, and Louis reached up and
placed his hands on Timothy's buttocks trying to force him
closer to his body, trying to make them one sweating boy,
instead of two. 

Timothy humped faster, every stroke was pleasure, he felt his
friend's heat, his hands on his ass, he bent his head down and
kissed Louis on the lips as was shocked to find his friend's
tongue in his mouth. He didn't care, it felt awesome, to hell
with everything, we can do anything we want. Timothy stuck out
his own tongue and their pink tongues wrestled with each other
and their bodies continued to writhe in the tight confines of
the sleeping bag. 

They moved as one motion, their dicks rubbing together, their
tongues licking at each other, they began to roll. Louis on top,
then Timothy. The heat inside the bag became unbearable, the
lining became slick with boy-sweat, they continued to roll and
rub, not being able to stop if they wanted to. Their stomachs
clenched as they felt a huge vibration build inside them. They
moaned and panted as their tiny balls constricted and squirts of
cum shot out of their dicks and onto each other's stomachs,
again and again. Finally they stopped exhausted, embarrassed at
the intensity of their emotions and confused at what had just
happened.

For a while neither boy spoke, just lied there trying to get
their ragging breathing under control. 

Finally, Louis broke the silence, "Now are you going to turn off
the light?"

"I think maybe we should wrestle for it again."

It was going to be a very memorable night. 


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