Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 18:34:27 +0000
From: anon_85@hmamail.com
Subject: Fuck Buddies

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entirety and with this disclaimer. This story contains descriptions of sex
between teen age boys, ages 13 to 17. This is a true story. I have not
intentionally embellished in any way, but did change names to protect
peoples' privacy.

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This story takes place from when I was 14 to 17. It takes quite a turn near
the end.

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I was a typical 14-year-old. 5' 10", brown hair, and 125 lbs. I was lean
from soccer in the fall and wrestling in the winter. When I was 16 years
old, the wrestling cheerleaders voted me best ass in the squad. I wasn't
built by any means, more lean and lanky. I always had a girlfriend during
high school, and got laid at the age of 16. My cock was around 7". I don't
have a lot of body hair, smooth chest, light hair on my legs. People say I
looked at Matthew Broderick in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I remember a
comedian saying once, it must be fun to be bisexual because when you go to
a party you want to fuck everyone. That's me.

My best friend was Pete. We were friends for as long as I can remember. He
was slightly taller, had blond bushy hair and was also lean. He played
soccer in the same league and played baseball. He has a smattering of chest
hair and hairy legs (although tough to notice with light blond hair). His
ass was kind of flat, but his cock was longer, with a bigger head and sexy
downward curve. Nice set of balls too. Quite the little hottie in his own
right.

I suppose we started the same way most teens do; we were constantly horny
and thought about jerking off all the time. One night during a sleepover we
began talking about how good it felt too jerk off. We were both boned and
decided to do it. We were laying on our sleeping bags in his family room
and I was watching him as I was stroking. His eyes were closed, but both of
us came so hard it shot on our chest and shoulders. There's just something
hotter about doing with someone else. As time went by I noticed he stopped
keeping his eyes closed and began watching me too.

I remember taking the next step as if it was yesterday. We were in his
family room after school and he said "I wonder what it's like to have
someone else do it?" It took about half a second for me to say let's find
out. We sat on his couch with our pants down at our ankles and reached over
and stroked each other. I was hooked! I don't know what I enjoyed more, the
feeling of someone else stroking me or the feeling of his hard cock in my
hand. He came first and I came soon after. He looked ridiculous with his
ass shaking as he walked with his pants down to get paper towels. This was
the first of countless orgasms at his hands.

As time went by we communicated more. We would tell each other what to do;
things like stroke just the head, go faster, or go slow to prolong the
orgasm. This lead to us servicing each other. One person would sit or lie
back and enjoy the pleasure of the other person's hands. We would stroke
each other for as long as we could hold out. To prevent the person from
cumming, we would stroke very lightly with our fingertips barely touching
the other person's cock or give a nice ball massage. But when the time for
eruption came, it would be hard, firm strokes with one hand and knob
polishing with the other. The orgasms were amazing. You were motivated to
give the best orgasm possible because you knew the favor was about to be
returned!

As I said, we communicated more as time went by, and one night Pete
suggested we role play. I'm sure that isn't was he called it, but he said
one of us should play the girl and the other the guy. Keep in mind we both
had girlfriends, but hadn't got laid yet. What this meant in practical
terms is the "guy" told the "girl" what to do. One night Pete told me to
lie on my stomach. He laid on top of me and began humping my ass crack (no
penetration). As he was fucking my rather hot ass-crack he kept telling me
over and over how good it felt, so I couldn't wait for my turn! I was
grinding my cock on my sleeping bag and when I felt his hot cum land on my
lower back I lost my nut right on the sleeping bag. Big fucking mess it
was. We didn't know what to tell his mother about the huge fucking cum
stain on the nylon fabric, lol. We wound up spilling fruit punch on it as
an excuse for it to be washed. We played that game many times and Pete was
definitely right about how good it felt. (As an aside, I'm sitting across
from to wife at the kitchen table as I write this. She is playing with her
tablet and doesn't have any idea what I'm doing.)

Pete and I were in the Boy Scouts together and camping trips were always
more fun now that we began fucking around. Our troop had two-man tents and
we always shared a tent. We never really could get too wild because a tent
wall doesn't stop any sound. The last thing we wanted was to get caught.
Although I must say that the whole situation added some tension and
excitement. Watching Pete struggle to keep quiet while I tortured his cock
was hot. Our troop was very unique; it was stacked with varsity athletes of
all sports. There were a number of hot studs that we thought about
approaching to join us, but it never happened. Looking back, I wish we did.

When we turned 15, Pete got a pool. We would skinny dip for hours during
the summer when his parents were at work and we were alone. That would get
us good and horny before getting each other off. It got to the point that
every time we changed in front of each other we had to wait to leave his
room because we were fully boned. Sometimes we would just make a run for it
past his mother. I wonder if she ever saw our boners bouncing as we raced
by? Pete's younger brother Mark was now 13 and would swim with us. We
didn't skinny dip, but I know he saw us boned. It was that summer at the
pool when he went from a pain in the neck little brother to a hot looking
13-year-old.

I wanted to include Mark in our fun, but didn't want to ask Pete to mess
with his own brother. As it turned out I didn't have to. I went by Pete's
house one day after school and was disappointed to hear him arguing with
his brother. If we weren't alone, we weren't cumming. I went inside and
tried to mediate and was shocked to hear his brother say "you're still mad
that I didn't let you cum in my ass last night". When I saw the look on
Pete's face I knew it was true. Pete was speechless and then went after his
brother. I stepped in between them and grabbed both their cocks. That
defused the situation.

Pete looked worried about my reaction, but when I stroked his cock through
his pants he knew I was cool with it. At first I was amazed Mark would
blurt that out, but after thinking about it Pete must have told his brother
about us, so he knew we were fuck buddies.

We shed our clothes and got my first look at Mark's very pink cock. First
off Mark was skinny and nearly hairless. He was not quite too skinny, but
close. Second thing is that he was hung. The little fucker had the biggest
cock out of the 3 of us. That thing poking out from his small body made it
look even bigger. He had always been freaky, bordering on strange and he
immediately started calling the shots.

He told me to lie on the bed and straddled my lap. He stroked my hard cock
while having the biggest grin on his face. It was like there was a joke
only he was getting. Next he grabbed both of our cocks and started rubbing
them together. It was amazing. All the while he kept that smile. He stopped
and spun around with his back to me, pinning my cock between my stomach and
his ass crack. He began to grind. I knew I wouldn't last long. Pete went to
the foot of the bed and his brother started giving him a two-fisted
hand-job. My first three-way and it was amazing. He told me not to cum.
After a few minutes, I pushed him off because I was approaching the point
of no return. He got up, still with that goofy smile and looked at his
brother and nodded. He knelt down on the bed between my legs and put my
cock in his mouth. This kid was blowing my mind while blowing cock. Pete
came up behind him and slowly entered him and I could feel Marl's moan
travel down my cock. Every time Pete thrusted, Mark's head would go all the
way down on my cock. Mark started jerking his incredible cock, and we soon
all blew our loads.

After Mark came out of the bathroom, I asked him how long he had been
fucking around and where the little shit learned all that. The surprises
kept coming. Mark told me that a friend of his had been fucking around with
his older brother. That kid's brother was older than Pete and me. He had
been fucking his brother for years. The younger brother was absolutely
gorgeous; blond hair, natural tan colored skin and a bubble butt to die
for. That 13 year-old kid taught Mark and now Mark was teaching us. I
always thought Mark was this dumb shit. I guess that is what the smile was
about.

From that day on, I would swing by Pete's house even if he wasn't home.
That is something I would have never done before. I would walk in the door
and the kid would be all over me. Eventually college rolled around and we
stopped getting together. We are all married now and live in different
parts of the country. I saw them recently when they came back to town for a
funeral. It was nice to see them.