Date: Fri, 2 Jul 2004 21:09:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Friend and His Little Brother DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! My Friend and His Little Brother ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm Justin Parks and I'm a freshman in college now, but the story I'm about to tell you began when I was in high school. I was always bigger than most guys my age, and very athletic. When I entered high school, I tried out right away for the soccer team. A lot of freshmen tried out for it, and there were really too many good players for the team. As luck would have it though, the Junior Varsity team needed more players, so the coach selected the best of the freshmen, and put them on the JV team. I was one of the lucky ones to be chosen for this. I was lucky for two reasons. I got to play on the JV team, and, I met Bob, who was a sophomore who played on the team, and who quickly became one of my best friends at school. While I had a great relationship with Bob, and we are still good friends, it was because of my relationship with him, that I'm in the one I'm in now! Bob Green is a larger than life guy. He's an extreme extrovert, who always seems to be in a good mood. Sometimes he was considered the class clown, but most of the time he was just one of the most admired kids in his class. He's smart, friendly and caring, and a jock! There wasn't anything that Bob did in high school, that he didn't do well, and everyone envied him for this. Physically, Bob was tall and skinny, with drop-dead gorgeous blue eyes and a mop of dishwater blonde hair. His only flaw was that he wasn't the best looking guy around. He had a rather hawkish nose, and a pretty bad acne problem. Despite this, the girls all seemed to be attracted to him, like he was a magnet. Bob had one other desirable attribute, which I found out about during our first soccer practice. When we were all showering after practice, I surreptitiously checked out all the other guys' equipment. I noticed several other guys were doing the same thing. As we continued showering, I noticed most of the guys were all gawking at Bob's crotch, and for a good reason. He had the biggest flacid dick I'd ever seen! Of course I really hadn't seen too many other kids dicks, and those I'd seen were of kids my own age or younger. Bob's dick was huge though, and I wasn't the only one gawking at it. I thought I had a pretty good size dick myself. At the time, it got up to about 7-1/2" long when it was hard (it's about 9" now). But Bob's dick looked longer than that, and it was soft! It looked to be at least nine or ten inches long, just dangling there loosely. It was of a good thickness, with a large bulbous head, and he was circumcized. The base of his dick protruded from an average bush of pubic hair. He also had a good size, hairless sack of nuts hanging behind his hose. When he turned around, I noticed he had the cutest little ass too! Bob's body quickly became what I fantasized about most often whenever I masturbated! All the guys on the JV team liked Bob, and he was friendly to everyone. He was the team's captain, and the best player on the team. During our first practice, I guess the coach was watching all of us play in a scrimmage. At our second practice, he told us he was going to pair up each of us freshmen on the team with an older boy, so that the older boy could train us to play in their position on the team. We would be used as relief players for them. We were all a little disappointed when we heard we were going to only be relief players, but the coach promised we'd be playing at least a third of each game. When we got paired off, I was ecstatic that I'd been paired up with Bob! I was going to play Center Forward and be the team captain's relief! Also, I was going to get to work with Bob! I could tell the other freshmen were jealous, right away. Bob seemed happy with me as the coach's choice for his relief. I was glad about that. At all of our following practices, the coach taught us all techniques, and we worked on them together in drills, then he'd break us up into our pairs and our "mentors" worked alone with us for a while. Finally, we'd end practice with a scrimmage. I was a little nervous when I had to work alone with Bob the first time, but he was really nice, and complimented my playing skills. He was a good teacher too, giving tips whenever he could, and always being encouraging. We worked well together. He was a very serious player though too. A couple of the other older boys were as well, but not as much as Bob. Sometimes Bob, and a couple others would keep us after our official practice was over, and work longer with us. It was kind of nice in a way, even though we had to take the "late late" bus home. Working together this way, Bob and I quickly became friends, and soon we were talking about all kinds of things, not just soccer. As the season went on the other guys stopped staying after practice. Only Bob and I were left, practicing longer. Although it cut into my homework time, I loved it. I was an only child, and had always wished I had a brother. Bob soon became like a brother to me. Also, by being the only two staying late, I got to shower alone with Bob! * * * A few weeks into our practices, Bob and I finally headed into the locker room one afternoon, after a long practice session together. It was the first time we were completely alone. The coach had wandered off to the office, and the other guys were long gone. Bob's locker was at the end of the same row as mine. We both stripped down and wandered into the shower together. As we washed, I noticed that Bob was spending a good amount of time soaping his crotch. I couldn't help watching. As he rinsed the soap off, his dick looked bigger than ever. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "BUSTED!" Bob said loudly. I jerked my head up and looked at him. He'd caught me staring at his dick. I felt my face flush immediately. I must've been fire engine red, as I felt so hot. "I-I'm s-sorry!" I stuttered, looking down at the floor, expecting Bob to ask if I was a faggot or something. Bob chuckled then and said, "don't sweat it. I know I'm bigger than a lot of guys, and everyone is curious to look at it." I looked up at Bob, and he was smiling at me. "y-yeah," I said. "You've got the biggest one I ever saw!" Bob laughed a little and said, "I hear that every so often. Don't be embarrassed for looking. It's OK. But, you really don't have that small a dick yourself!" I didn't know what to say. I didn't realize Bob had looked at mine, but as I looked up at him, I saw he was looking at my crotch intently. "Well, I'm nowhere as big as you!" I said. Bob laughed then, as he looked back up at my face. I must've been giving him a funny look, because he said "Go ahead and ask. Wouldn't be the first time for sure!" "Huh?" I asked, perplexed. "You wanta ask me how big it gets when I get hard, don't you?" he asked. "Uh, well... I did wonder, but I wasn't gonna ask," I said. "Almost a foot long!" Bob said. "HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed. "Mine's only 7-1/2"!" Bob laughed, as I blushed red again. "Well, that's actually a good size, and, you're probably still growing," he said. My eyes had dropped back down to Bob's crotch, as I tried to imagine what he looked like with that huge a hardon. I must have been staring at his dick for a minute or so. Finally, he said, "If you want me to, I'll get it hard, so you can see it. But you gotta get your's hard too!" I looked up at Bob, incredulously. He tinged red then, afraid he'd made a mistake saying that. "Really?" I asked. "Um... well... if you wanted to see it. But only because we're good friends. And you can't tell anyone!" he said. "Deal!" I said, grinning, and reveling inside at the fact he thought we were good friends. "Soap up then!" he said, grinning back at me. I watched as Bob began soaping up his mighty tool, and I grabbed my soap on a rope and lathered myself up. Within seconds I was hard as a rock. It took Bob a little longer. He did have to pump a lot more blood into his dick though than I did. When he was hard, he rinsed his dick off and turned toward me, displaying it for me to look at. My mouth hung open, as I just stared at his beautiful cock! It looked the length and thickness of the wooden ruler I carried in my math folder. "So let go of your's so I can see it!" he said, after a few seconds. Grinning sheepishly, I let go of my dick and rinsed it, then turned toward Bob. He smiled at me and said, "Yup, you got a real nice one too!" "Thanks," I said, still looking at Bob's hardon, which was twitching slightly as it throbbed with his pulse. "Maybe we shouldn't have done this. I need to jack off now in the worst way," Bob said. As I looked up at Bob, I saw he had a lusty look on his face. "Me too," I said, swallowing. The saliva in my mouth suddenly felt thick, and my dick was throbbing too. As his nostrils flared slightly, Bob looked around quickly. "You wanta jack off together? Nobody's here," He said. As my heart raced, and I swallowed again, I looked into Bob's eyes and nodded. He smiled and reached for his soap. "OK, but let's hurry!" he said. Grinning, I grabbed my soap too. We both quickly lathered our dicks up, then Bob turned toward me and started stroking his hand up and down his rod. I turned toward him and started sliding my hand up and down mine as well. We both watched each other a minute, as we silently stroked off. I looked up after a minute and saw that Bob was looking intently at me. Our eyes met. "You wanta do each other?" He asked, thickly. I smiled slightly and nodded. Without taking his eyes off mine, Bob stepped closer to me, and off to the side a little. Then suddenly I felt his hand touch mine. I let go of my dick, and felt his soft, warm, slippery hand wrap around my dick and begin slowly masturbating me. It was the first time anyone had ever touched my penis that way, and it felt great! "Do me too!" he whispered, urgently. Quickly, I looked down and reached for his hardon. As I wrapped my hand around his massive rod and began slidinging it up and down it, I looked back up at Bob's face. He smiled at me when my hand made contact with him. We stood then looking at each other's faces as we slid our hands up and down each other's dicks. I think it was one of the most sensual and intimate experiences I ever had. As I stroked Bob's dick, I watched the expression on his face, and in his eyes, as the feelings he was experiencing got better and better. His expression became more and more passionate, the more I stroked him. I imagine mine did too, as he stroked me, because what his hand was doing to me felt better than anything I'd ever felt. As I felt my orgasm building, I could tell that Bob's was too. Both of us quickened our pace, as we continued looking at each other's faces, watching the pleasure we were feeling build. Soon, I could tell Bob was about to cum. I was too. We were both beating each other off faster still now, and Bob had a wanton look in his eyes like I'd never seen. His nostrils were flaring, and his mouth was open a little. There was the tiniest of smiles on his lips, and his breathing started coming in gasps. His dick felt bigger and harder in my hand as well. I felt like I was going to shoot any second myself. Another couple strokes of Bob's hand, and suddenly I gasped and my eyes closed momentarily, as I shot my first volley of cum. I opened my eyes just in time to see Bob gasp, as I felt a little bulge travel through his vein-like urethra on the underside of his penis. We both continued stroking each other's penises, and watching each other, as we both spasmed over and over, squirting load after load of cum all over the shower floor. Eventually, as I felt my orgasm ending, Bob began slowing his stroke down. I slowed mine as well. Then, we were both standing smiling at each other, just holding each other's penis in our hands. Bob gave mine a final squeeze and a couple pulls, pulling the last drops of cum out of my urethra. I did the same for him. "Fuck! That was nice!" he said, grinning at me, as he released my penis. "Yeah!" I managed to say, grinning back, and letting go of him. We just stood smiling at each other for a minute. "We better get finished or we'll miss the last bus," Bob said, finally. We both quickly rinsed off, dried, and went and dressed then. We just made the "late late" bus. As we rode toward our homes, sitting next to each other, Rob said quietly, "Guess we'll have to cut our practice time a little shorter from now on, so we have enough time to shower without, missing the bus!" I looked up at him. He was grinning and waggling his eyebrows at me. I grinned back. * * * For the rest of the soccer season, Bob and I worked late together on our soccer practice, but we always left enough time to take a nice long shower together. We were always alone together in the locker room. The other kids were gone, and the coach had always gone down to the office. Bob and I masturbated each other during each shower. Sometimes we did it just like the first time. Other times Bob would do just me, then I'd do him. I preferred that the most, because the first time Bob jacked me off, he also slid a soapy hand between my ass cheeks and rubbed my hole. I did the same for him as well. That fast became our preferred style of masturbation. I had never done anything with a boy (or a girl for that matter) before, so I was inexperienced. I wanted to try sucking, but was afraid to mention it to Bob. He never suggested anything more than masturbating each other. So, our sexual play never progressed any further. It was pretty awesome as it was though, anyway! Both of us were disappointed when the soccer season ended. We both played basketball in the winter, but didn't get the opportunity to be alone together in the shower. When springtime rolled around though, Bob talked me into joining the track team. We were able to work late again. Unfortunately, other kids did too, but, there were a few times we ended up alone in the showers, and took advantage of the opportunity, and of each other! We didn't live that close to each other, so Bob and I didn't see each other outside of school. In the fall, he moved up to the varsity soccer team, and I remained on the JV team, although I did make captain! Bob had a girlfriend by then though anyway. He was having sex regularly with her too. He told me all about it, saying it was so much better than what we'd done together, not that what we'd done wasn't great to start with. I couldn't imagine anything being better, and was sad that he'd moved on. We remained good friends though. When I was a junior, and Bob was a senior, we ended up on the varsity teams together again. It was fun, but we didn't stay to work late anymore. Bob still had his girlfriend and was heavily involved with her anyway. I got a car in the spring that year. Bob had one too. He'd had his all year. One night after track practice, Bob's car was dead. Wouldn't start, even though we tried jumping it. The "late late" bus had left, and so had everyone else, so I volunteered to drive him home. He gladly accepted my offer. * * * I'd never been to Bob's house before, and he invited me in. I followed him inside, and upstairs to his room. When we got to his room, he opened his door, which was shut tightly, and we were shocked by what we saw. Laying completely naked on Bob's bed, jacking off wildly with a well lotioned hand, was a boy who looked like Bob, but who looked to be a few years younger than us. I noticed that he had a good size dick, like Bob. Not only was he jacking off, but he had his legs pulled up and was frantically finger-fucking his hole with two lubed fingers. Next to him lay a bottle of lotion, which he'd obviously used for lube, and next to that was a porn magazine, open to a picture of a couple guys fucking a girl. Just at the moment we walked in on the boy, he groaned and fired a load of cum that flew over his torso, and landed on his shoulder, dribbling down onto the pillow. "Fucking Christ Mike!" Bob cried. Mike, who I knew was Bob's little brother, but who I hadn't met before, froze, and turned purple in the face. Although he'd stopped jerking off, another gob of semen squirted out his urethra, landing on his stomach. Nobody moved, as the two of us stared at Mike, who still had one hand wrapped around his now quickly shrinking penis, and the fingers of the other stuffed up his ass. Looking as though he was going to burst out crying, he stared back at us. Finally Bob spoke. "Christ! What the fuck are you doing this in my room for?" Mike didn't answer. He just looked miserably at us. "Clean yourself, and any mess up, then get the hell out of here!" Bob said. Then he turned to me and said "Sorry about this. C'mon, let's go back downstairs." Bob led me downstairs then. He apologized again, as he got us a couple cans of soda. "It's OK. Try not to be too hard on him," I said. "He looks upset enough that we walked in on him!" "I don't care if he does that. You should know that!" Bob said, grinning. "I just don't want him doing it in my bed though!" I didn't stay long, and Mike never came downstairs. I also didn't go back to Bob's house again. Not till after he'd gone off to college that is. * * * Bob graduated that spring, and in the fall, he went away to college. I was a senior then, and captain of the varsity soccer team. I could've had my pick of girls too, but, being I'd figured out I was gay, I never dated any of them. I was completely in the closet about my orientation. Because I was a jock, nobody questioned why I wasn't interested in any of the girls. On the first day of school, I was walking down the hallway to my first class, and I saw Mike again. He was a freshman now. It was the first time since Bob and I'd walked in on him as he was jerking off, that I saw him again. I smiled at him when I saw him, but when he saw me, he immediately went beet red, and kept on walking. I smiled to myself and went on to my class. Second period I was scheduled for phys ed every other day, and study hall the opposite days. In our school, they mix up the classes, and there are times that older kids and younger kids end up in the same phys ed/study hall classes. Usually the mix was only kids who were a year apart, but, this year, there were some freshmen scheduled in with us for our classes. As luck would have it, Mike was one of the freshmen. On the first day of school, we had study hall. When I walked in the door, and looked around, I saw Mike sitting in the back corner, alone. When he saw me, he looked upset, and went beet red again, then quickly looked out the window. I considered going over and talking to him, but a couple of my friends started talking to me, and I never got to. After class, he beat it quickly. The next day was phys ed. I was running late on my way to class. When I walked into the locker room, and turned into the bay of lockers where mine was, there was Mike. His locker was right next to mine. He looked ready to cry, when he realized. There were other kids around so, all I could do was smile warmly at him and nod. He just looked at me miserably, then bolted toward the door into the gym. Poor Mike was not catching a break. First thing the teacher did was pair everyone up. He put a senior with a freshman, then put us in groups of 4 pairs to go out and run through soccer drills together. Of course Mike was paired up with me! He went red in the face and looked ready to vomit, as he walked over to me. He couldn't look at me either. The others all were looking at us with puzzled looks. When we were told to go out to the soccer fields, and start running through some drills, I said, "You guys go on, we'll catch up with you in a minute." A look of dread spread over Mike's face, as I put my hand on his shoulder, to hold him back. Again the others gave us funny looks, as they left the gym. "Everything alright guys?" the teacher asked, when he saw just the two of us left in the gym. "Yeah, we'll be out in a minute," I said. Mike didn't say anything. The teacher gave me a funny look, but headed out after the guys, leaving us alone. Once we were alone, I stepped around in front of Mike, and lifted his chin, so he was looking up at me. He looked very embarrassed. I looked at him a moment, getting my first good look at him. I noticed he was a pretty good looking boy. He was about a head shorter than me. He had his brother's blue eyes and the same mop of dishwater blond hair. His face was more handsome though, and completely unblemished. "Ya gotta stop being so embarrassed everytime we see each other. And stop looking so scared too!" I said. He didn't answer right away, but finally he said, miserably, "I-I can't help it!" I smiled at him and let go of his chin. He continued looking at me warily. "There's no reason to get so embarrassed. What you were doing when your brother and I walked in on you is completely normal for a guy to be doing!" I said. "All guys do it! You just happened to choose your brother's room to do it in, and got caught!" "That's the point! You guys saw me!" he said, tinging a little redder. "So? You weren't doing anything wrong. You weren't doing anything I don't do! Your brother does it too! Besides, it looked like you were doing it just fine!" I said, smiling. "Do you stick your fingers up your ass?" he asked suddenly, a little testily. "Yeah Mike! A lot of guys do!" I said. "You do?" he asked, in surprise. "Yeah! It feels good!" I said. Mike looked at me, and the redness in his face started to fade a little. "You really do?" he asked. "Yes!" I said. "I-I thought I was doing something weird," he said. I chuckled and said, "Hey, if something feels good, my advice is to go ahead and do it, as long as it's not harmful to you!" Mike just looked at me, blinking. "Listen, you weren't doing anything wrong, or anything abnormal. I jack off all the time, and sometimes play with my hole too. I'm not gonna make fun of you, and I haven't told anyone about walking in on you. I'm not going to tell anyone either. Why don't we just forget it happened, and get on with our lives. OK? Maybe we can even be friendS!" I said. Mike looked at me a moment, then he smiled a little. "Thanks," He said. "I'd like that." "Good!" I said. "So let's get out to the soccer field before Coach comes back and gives us Hell!" We had a good class then. Afterward, we all ended up in the showers together. I noticed that the freshmen were all checking us seniors out. I especially surreptitiously watched Mike. I noticed he was checking us all out, but especially, he seemed to be looking at me. When he saw I'd noticed, he blushed deeply, and started to look upset again. When I grinned and winked at him, he relaxed though. I noticed too, that Mike had a good size dick. It was nowhere near the size of his brother's, but his was the biggest of all the freshmen. * * * After I talked with him during that first gym class, whenever I saw Mike in the halls, or ran into him in study hall or gym, he didn't get embarrassed, or try to avoid me anymore. I was happy about that. He was still very shy and quiet, and tended to keep to himself though. He usually was always alone in study hall, and nobody seemed to pay any attention to him in gym class either. I felt sorry for him. I did notice though that whenever we were in the shower together during gym, or were changing together, he surreptitiously was checking me out all the time. A couple times I noticed he seemed to have a semi-erection. I wondered if possibly he was gay. He caught me watching him a couple times. I just smiled and winked at him, when he did. He didn't know what to do, but usually smiled and blushed. * * * About a month into the year, we were choosing up sides for a soccer scrimmage in gym class one day. I was captain of one team. Once all the seniors were chosen, we started choosing freshmen. I picked a couple guys I knew were good. On my next pick, with over half the freshmen still sitting there, I called "Green!" Mike looked completely surprised. So did the guys on my team. One of the freshmen said, "Why'd ya pick Shy Boy?" I looked at him and said, "Just because a guy's shy, doesn't mean he's a bad player! And don't be calling anyone names!" He didn't like it, but as Mike walked over, he shut up. We won the scrimmage, and although Mike didn't score any points, he was pivotal in turning the play around numerous times, when the ball was being driven toward us. As we walked into the locker room, I was happy to see a couple of the seniors complimenting Mike on his playing. He seemed happy they were too. * * * At the beginning of the second semester of school, knowing I was considering a career in teaching, my calculus teacher asked if I'd be interested in helping to tutor kids who needed help in the math resource room during study halls. He said there were a lot of kids who needed help. I agreed. I began the next day I had study hall. The following week, as we were dressing for gym class, Mike asked me why I wasn't in study hall anymore, and I told him. "So, you're good in math?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I suck at it, and algebra's the pits!" he said, gloomily. "Well, tomorrow during study hall, get a pass, and drop in. I'll see if I can't help you!" I said. He thought that over and said, "maybe I will." * * * The next day, while I was helping a sophomore with a geometry proof, in walked Mike. Grinning, I told him to have a seat, and get out whatever he was having trouble with. When I was done with the girl who was having geometry problems, I went over to Mike. He showed me his latest Algebra test. "No offense," I said, after looking at it. "But, you do suck at algebra!" Smiling wryly, he said, "Told you so." We went over his test, and where he had gotten things wrong, I explained why, and showed him how to do it correctly. By the end of study hall, he understood completely what he'd missed before. * * * Mike began coming in for help during each study hall after that. I noticed soon though that he needed more help than I could give him, and still help the other kids. I wasn't sure what to do about it. I didn't have to wonder for too long what to do about it, because, one evening I got a call from Mike at home. He said his mom wanted to talk to me. "I want to thank you so much for all the help you've given Mike with his math," Mrs. Green said. "From what he says though, you don't have enough time to spend with him during study hall, as you have other students you're helping. I was wondering if you'd be open to the possibility of coming over to our house once a week after school and tutoring Mike for a couple of hours. I'd be willing to pay you $35.00 a week if you'd like to do it." "Wow! Um... thanks. Gee... I never considered doing anything like that before," I said. "Just a minute, Mike wants to talk to you," Mrs. Green said. "Please Justin! I really need your help!" Mike said, as soon as he got on the phone. Chuckling, I said, "Well... I suppose we can work something out." Mike put his mother back on the phone and we discussed it some more. Finally we agreed I'd come over Wednesday afternoons after school, and we'd see how it went. * * * The following Wednesday during gym class I told Mike if he wanted, he could ride home after school with me, since I was going directly to his house. He grinned and said that'd be good. I told him to meet me at my locker after last bell, and told him where it was. Mike was waiting for me at my locker, after classes ended for the day. I put my books away, and pulled out the ones I needed for homework, and we left. I was surprised when we got to Mike's house, that nobody was home. "They both work. Mom left this for you though, and said we could help ourselves to food while we study," Mike said, handing me an envelope that had been laying on the table. There was $35.00 in the envelope. Mike got us some sodas and grabbed a package of cookies and invited me to come up to his room. The door to Bob's bedroom was open. As we walked past it, I looked in. It looked the same as it did when Bob and I caught Mike masturbating on Bob's bed. Mike looked at me awkwardly, and blushed, most likely realizing what I was thinking. I chuckled and said "I see the scene of your big crime hasn't changed any!" Mike went beet red then, but at least he didn't look upset. He didn't say anything, as we turned into what turned out to be his room. "You never said why you were in Bob's room, instead of your own," I said, as I began looking around Mike's room. Still red in the face, Mike said, "It was his porn. I didn't want to take a chance on getting caught taking it to my room to look at." "Well, that makes sense," I said. "Don't have to use his room anymore," Mike said, as he sat down in the chair by his desk, and nudged a pair of boxers that was lying on the floor into the corner with his toe. "When he left for school, he left me his collection." "Collection? Does he have a lot?" I asked. "You tell me," Mike said. Mike opened his desk drawer and lifted a few comic books out. Beneath them was a stack of porno magazines. "Shit! Not bad!" I said, reaching down and lifting the top couple out. Mike smiled as I started leafing through the top one. They weren't your run of the mill Playboy magazines. These were hard core porn! Even though they were straight magazines, the guys in them were gorgeous. I quickly began to feel a hardon developing. Mike sat watching me as I leafed through his porn. A couple times I noticed his eyes diverted to my, by then bulging, crotch. When I finished flipping through the first two magazines, a smaller one showed up underneath them. As I looked at the cover I realized it was a gay porno magazine, as there were only naked, hard guys on the cover. I flipped the pages with my thumb, to see if the whole thing was a gay magazine. It was. "Shit!" Mike said, as he realized what I was looking at. I looked at Mike curiously. He went beet red, and looked at the floor. I was about to say something, when a polaroid photo slipped out of the magazine and fell on the floor, face up. I reached down and picked it up and as I did, I saw that it was a picture of Mike, naked, with a hardon. "Shit! You got a big one!" I murmured, staring at the picture. Mike gasped when he looked up a little and saw the picture in my hand. "Hey!" I said, feeling bad for the boy. "Don't be embarrassed. I've seen you naked a lot before." "Not hard though!" he muttered. "Well, a couple times you looked like you were gonna get hard when we were showering!" I said, chuckling. Mike turned purple then, and stared at the floor. "Hey! It's alright! I don't care!" I said. "Besides, all guys get hard!" Mike was silent a moment, and kept staring at the floor. "C'mon, it's alright!" I said. "Is it alright that I only get hard over guys?" Mike asked, suddenly, looking up to see my reaction. I looked at Mike and said, "so are you saying you're gay?" He didn't answer, but kept looking at me. "If you are, it's OK with me!" I said. "It is?" he asked, eyeing my closely. "Yeah," I said, smiling and meeting his eyes. "Why?" he asked. "Because I'm gay too," I said. "YOU ARE?" Mike burst out. Smiling, and tinging pink I said, "yeah, but nobody knows." "Nobody knows I am either!" Mike said. I smiled and said, "Well, I won't tell on you, if you don't tell on me!" "Deal!" Mike said, grinning now. We both sat smiling at each other a minute. "So, you think I'm big?" Mike asked, finally breaking our silence. "Yeah," I said, snickering. "Not as big as me yet though, but you're still growing I expect!" Mike surveyed me a moment, then said, "Can I see your's hard?" I looked at him a moment. "You want me to strip and get hard?" I asked. "um... I guess. Would you?" he said. "I will too if you want." "You will?" I asked, a little surprised. "Sure," Mike said, huskily, looking me directly into my eyes now. I could feel my boner throbbing in my boxers at the thought of seeing the boy naked, and aroused. I doubted we'd stop at just looking too. "I guess we could do that," I said, hesitantly. Mike smiled and stood up and began pulling his shirt off. "What're you waiting for?" he asked, as he started pulling his belt off, and kicking his sneakers off. I hadn't moved. "Thought I'd watch you strip, I guess," I said, stupidly, continuing to sit there. Mike grinned, but kept stripping. When he got to the point he just had his jeans and boxers on, he slowed down and did a sensual strip tease act for me, culminating in his standing stark naked directly in front of me, with a raging boner pointing right at me. I noticed a tiny drop of pre-cum glistening on his piss slit. "Nice!" I said, smiling up at him. "You can touch it if you want to," Mike said, thickly, as I saw his dick twitch a couple times. I looked back at his cock again, as it bobbed up and down slightly, indicating each time his heart beat, pushing blood through his blood vessels. Gently I took his dick in my hand, and leaned forward. Mike shuddered at my first touch. I'd never sucked a guy's dick before. In fact the only sex I'd ever had with another guy was with Bob, Mike's brother in the showers at school. I knew I had to have Mike's dick though. I'd tasted my own cum before, and liked it. I wanted to taste Mike's now. Suddenly I leaned forward and engulfed as much of his 8" as I could in my mouth. "OH MY GOD!" he cried out, as my mouth slid down over his rod. The flavor of Mike's pre-cum spread over my tongue as it lapped along the underside of his penis. It tasted great. Very similar to my own. Even though I'd never sucked a cock before, I'd seen enough porno flicks and read enough stories that I felt I knew what to do. I started sliding my mouth up and down Mike's rigid rod. "OH FUCK!" Mike cried. I felt Mike's hands come to rest on my head then. As I slid my mouth up and down Mike's rigid dick, I was careful not to rake him with my teeth. I wrapped my right hand around the base of his dick and began jacking him off, as I continued sucking him. Then I cupped his scrotum in my left hand and began gently fondling his balls. I could hear Mike whimpering softly above me, as his hips started to move back and forth slightly in a fucking motion. I continued sucking on Mike like that for about a minute, then he gasped, "Justin! I'm gonna jizz soon!" I started sucking faster and harder on the boy, as his orgasm built. His body began trembling, especially his legs. "JUS-! Gotta shoot man!" Mike gave a strangled cry. I kept on working on Mike, and a moment later, his balls seemed to expand a little. Then, his body tensed up rigidly. His left leg began shaking a little more. Mike gasped, and I suddenly felt a hot, gelatinous glob of liquid squirt through his urethra, and splash against my tonsils. I swallowed quickly. "AWWW!" Mike cried, blasting his second load into my mouth two seconds later. I swirled this load around in my mouth, and over Mike's dick, before swallowing it, in anticipation of his third ejaculation, which came right away. I kept sucking on Mike's dick, jacking him off as well, and fondling his balls. He squirted another three or four loads of semen into my mouth. I savored his flavor, then swallowed each mouthful. When he'd finally finished cumming, I greedily, continued sucking on him, knowing there'd be that last few drops of juice that would leak out his piss slit, once his orgasm ended. I was rewarded about a half minute later, when Mike's body shuddered from head to toe, and a big drop of semen leaked into my mouth. I licked the boy's dick clean then, and finally backed off of him. "Holy Fuck!" Mike exclaimed, breathlessly looking down at me. "Was it good?" I asked. "GOOD??? Shit man! I never felt anything so great!" he exclaimed, grinning. I'd never seen Mike look so happy. "That was my first blow job you know," Mike said. "If I knew how good they were, I'd have tried to find someone to give me one sooner! But I doubt it would've been as good as you do it! Thanks so much Justin!" I chuckled and said, "well, it was the first one I ever gave anyone too!" "REALLY? Shit! I thought you must be a professional!" Mike said. I laughed. "So... you gonna get naked, and let me suck on you?" Mike asked, smiling down at me. "You want to to?" I asked. "Oh yeah!" he said, grinning. Grinning myself, I stood up and started stripping, while Mike took my place on the edge of his bed. "WOW! Your's is really big!" Mike exclaimed, as I pulled my boxers down, releasing my trapped boner. No sooner had I stood back up in front of him, than he leaned into me, and went down on me! "OH GOD!" I cried, as his hot, wet mouth slid down over my shaft. Mike started mimicking what I'd done to him then. I couldn't believe how awesome it felt to have his mouth sliding up and down my rod! Jerking off would never be the same for me anymore. In no time at all, as Mike fondled my balls and sucked and jerked my cock, I began to feel my orgasm building. A few seconds later, I knew I was going to blow. "I'm gonna shoot Mike!" I said, trying to hold off, in case he wanted to back off me. He didn't though. Mike began sucking on me faster. Within seconds, my body was trembling, and I tensed up. "AAwww!" I gasped, as I felt my first shot of cum fire through my tubes and out my dick, into Mike's waiting mouth. I shot a second load, before Mike was able to completely swallow my first one, and some started leaking out his lips, around my dick, and down his chin. Groaning and gasping with each joyous spasm, I came again and again, each time, giving Mike a good mouthful of my jism, all of which he swallowed. When I was finished, Mike waited for my last drops of cum, like I'd done for him. Then he sucked me clean and dry too. "God damn! I never felt any orgasm that good!" I said, grinning. "Fucking delicious cum too!" Mike said, grinning as well, and wiping his chin clean, and licking his fingers. "Can we do it again?" "No way I wanta ever stop!" I declared. Mike's math was forgotten then. We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring each other's bodies, and pleasuring each other. Our second orgasms we had, sucking each other off individually, as we laid on the bed. Our third, we had during a '69'. Just as we were lying next to each other recovering from it, we heard Mike's mother's car pull in. Quickly we dressed. "Shit, we never did any math!" I said. "I'll tell her we did." Mike said. "I'll come over tomorrow and we'll work on it," I said. "You'll come over, but we'll be doing this again," Mike said, grinning, and waggling his eyebrows. "How will you learn math then?" I asked. "Study Hall, I'll come see you!" he said. "Maybe we can do just a little math before we do this again tomorrow," I said. "Well, only if you promise to come over everyday!" Mike said. Grinning, I said, "well, I'll try to come the days I don't work, how's that?" "Probably not enough, but let's try it and see what happens," Mike said. "OK, I better go," I said. "Here! Take your money!" Mike said, handing me the envelope from his mother. "Jeez! I feel kinda like a gigolo!" I said, smiling ruefully. Mike snickered and said, "Don't worry about it - you'll teach me math somewhere along the way too!" "OK," I said. I left then. * * * Mike and I got together at his house about 3 or 4 afternoons a week, as my schedule permitted. We tried to study for a while before having sex, but we couldn't concentrate. So, we developed a plan where we'd have sex. Then we'd study a half hour. Then, we'd have sex again. This seemed to work, and Mike got in the amount of tutoring he was supposed to. I also managed to leave, just before his mother came home on the nights I wasn't supposed to be there. During the first few days we got together, we basically sucked each other off, either individually, or in a '69'. After a few days though, Mike asked me if I'd like to try fucking. I grinned and said I thought we should try it. Mike wanted me to fuck him first. We decided to try doggie style to start. Even though I used a lot of lube and went slowly, it hurt him like hell. When he tried to fuck me, the same thing happened. Thinking about it a little, I realized we weren't doing anything to relax and open our sphincters, so we tried again, and began with me fondling and fingering Mike's hole. I'd get to a point where I would finger-fuck him, then add another finger, and finally a third finger. Then, my dick would finally slide up inside him comfortably enough. The first time I successfully fucked Mike was amazing. We went really slowly. Then, after I'd been shoving my greased dick in and out of him a while, he'd relaxed and asked me to go harder. He shifted position, and I must've started rubbing his prostate, because he started moaning and fucking back at me. After a couple minutes, he cried out, groaned, and I suddenly felt his sphincter clamping my dick tightly, as he sprayed the sheets on his bed with cum. I began cumming then, flooding his insides with my semen, which acted as a natural lubricant, allowing me to seemingly slam in and out of Mike a little faster and harder. Coupled together, we both continued spasming and shooting our seed. When we were done, Mike was filled to the brim with semen, a little of which leaked out of his rectum and ran down his inner thigh, and the sheets on his bed were saturated with his own juice. "Fuck! I can't believe how it just keeps getting better!" he exclaimed, as we lay next to each other, recovering. "I know," I said. * * * Mike's and my sexual relationship continued through the year, and all that summer. We experimented with each other, and learned together all the subtle nuances of great sex. One of our favorite activities, turned out to be one neither of us thought we'd like. Rimming! We finally agreed to try it, so we both showered together, then, in the shower, after washing each other's assholes well, we tried it. We were both immediately hooked! Rimming quickly became a routine part of our sex lives. When fall arrived, and I started college, we weren't sure what would happen. I'd decided to attend school locally, and live at home. As luck would have it, my schedule worked out so I still had afternoons free, and Mike and I continue to get together a few days a week. His parents still pay me to tutor him in math, which we do get around to eventually, but the bulk of our time together, we spend having sex! I don't know how long it'll last. I've no indications that Mike ever wants our relationship to end. In fact, I'm finding that we are closer together than ever. I'm not certain, but I think he's fallen in love with me. I know I certainly love him. If things continue as they are, we may end up together forever! Right now, that's what I'm hoping for, and I think Mike is too! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The End ******************************************************************************* Check out the other stories I've posted too! Here's the list: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gay - Adult-Youth: "The Young Groomsman" - posted February 2004 - single chapter story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bi-sexual - High School: "My Son's Sexuality" - posted June 2004 - single chapter story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gay - Incest: "My Step-Brother Jacob" - last posted to: recently - continuing series (long). "Spring Break With My Nephew" - last posted to April 2003 - completed series (short). "Teaching My Brother To Kiss" - posted December 2003 - single chapter story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gay - High School: "My Friend and his Little Brother" - posted July 2004 - single chapter story. "The Abandoned Boy" - last posted to: recently - continuing series (long). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gay - Young Friends: "Alex Gets Educated" - last posted to July 2003 - continuing series (short). "Brothers, Friends, & Lovers" - last posted to: recently - continuing series (short). "Wade Grows Up" - last posted to December 2002 - completed series (long).