Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2020 08:42:46 -0400 From: john kwiatkowski Subject: Confessions of Horny Catholic Boy 8: My Friend's Blue Balls This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or living persons is coincidental. Personal experiences, from images to events, memories and words, flavor my writing, and while elements of this story may be (and often are) based in fact. * Unprotected sex is depicted. In real life, be safe! Don't gamble. * If it is illegal for you to read this story because of your age, location or any other reason, don't read it. * This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use without permission is prohibited. Please do not republish any of this story without consent of the author. Please consider a contribution to Nifty to keep this forum healthy. Support it! Look for the `donate' button on the home page. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I love feedback and reactions from readers; it's the main reason that I post on Nifty. I try to respond to all: sthelena1821@gmail.com ********************************************************************** Hello Nifty Readers: These are the continued "Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy", they span Johnny's adventures, 1st begun in the Gay/Incest Archives, through his teen years into adulthood. Enjoy! CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 8: "Taking Care Of My Friend's Blue Balls Is The Best Kind Of Friendship" by John S-A Kwiatkowski September 1971 6th Grade was a right of passage in Our Lady Sorrows Parochial School. Taller, broader in shoulder, more defined in muscle, with deepening voices and - for a quite few- the first bursts of raging hormones, the boys were clad again in navy blue slacks, black shoes, light blue shirts and ties. All of our curiosities and desires were expected to be held in check under the vigilant watch of the Franciscan Sisters. Plaid skirts knee socks,white blouses may have been camouflage for the blossoming breasts,and rounded figures of soon-to-be teen girls. But a 12 year old boy's horny mind cut through any diversion, Up to this point, an impromptu circle-jerk was great for self-gratification- but now I hoped to feed on some of my fresh cum-load shooting classmates. Scattered among my returning classmates were only a few who were part of my original "fuck and suck" club. Many of the boys went to Public schools because of tuition cost. I was more attracted to the small class sizes in Catholic School- 20 students on the average. I've known these kids- for better or worse- since Kindergarten. Brian, Chris, Rick and George were always in my orbit, whether, movies, ballgames, fishing or some more "private" games. With each it reached a level they felt comfortable to participate. One or two would re-enter the inner circle, even bringing friends. For now, each one of them had a hardon for something in a skirt. My friend Chris was the first to step up to the plate. He and a girl named Linda began with the cute note-passing- then, within days after Labor Day it graduated to having lunch together in the park, and waiting for her before First Bell. All the trappings of hetero puppy love led to the the stolen moments of kissing. In a month or so, Linda called her classmate Rosie to tag along after class as a sort of "look-out." Actually, it was Rosie's presence that peaked my curiosity. I visited my Grandparents every day after school. They lived in a 5 story apartment building that sat directly next to the school and Convent. My normal routine was to spend and hour or two on homework, get a snack, then head home. It was during such a visit that I noticed the North living room window offered a clear view of Chris' rendezvous honey hole. Just behind the swaying Maple trees there was a brick rubbish chute (a 13 foot cube with a cast-iron door) There was a gap of 5 feet between it and the adjoining garage. A perfect spot if you didn't want to be seen-unless someone knew where to look. Wednesday flew buy with class after class, until that blessed bell rang at 3:00 pm. Every door along the corridor flew open. The students' shouts of joy were tempered by the shrill calls-to-order from the exasperated good Sisters. Off I shot down the alley to my Grandparent's apartment. Over my shoulder I saw three figures cautiously rounding the corner to the clump of trees. I saw Rosie take up look-out position, while my friend Chris and Linda scampered to the secluded spot. I felt no guilt as I watched my two classmate begin to kiss. I sat frozen in place as I watched the make-out session gain in intensity. Chris's hands went under her blouse and over her butt. Once or twice Linda pulled off and warned him of boundaries. After twenty or so stolen minutes of exploration into adolescent horniness, Rosie gave the sign that her parent's car was pulling up to the School gate. Out came the amorous 6th grades, re-buttoning, and fastening school uniforms. One last hold of hands and each went in different directions. For the next week I observed the young lovers like a birdwatcher in a blind. Much like Chris, I hoped the petting and kissing would open avenues to flesh-on-flesh opportunities. But each time I saw Chris leave frustrated bordering angry, storm-off. The last two times he was re-snapping his slacks and belt buckle. On the last day of the week, I watched each take their positions, Thinking this would follow the same pattern, I abandoned my window. The front stoop of the Apartment gave me a view of Rosie, the trees and not much else. After only about 5 minutes, Linda came storming out, pulling herself together. "I said NO! and I meant it- take care of it yourself!!" she barked back at Chris, who was still concealed. With that Linda bolted off with Rosie at her heels. A second or so later, my friend appeared, stuffing his shirt tails in place before doing up his pants. He bounded off across the open lot towards home, swearing and sputtering with each step. I got up from my seat and made a bee-line to intercept him. "Are you O.K.?" I called after him once I was about 10 feet away. "Leave me the fuck alone, Johnny!" He barked without stopping or turning. But, he was not going to shake me off so easily. I've known Chris since Kindergarten and always thought of him as a brother. New feelings came in to play as he grew up to almost 5'11", The shoulders broadened to highlight his narrow hips and shapely ass. He too wore his thick curly hair rather longish. He had a cute upturned nose with deep blue eyes. His whole face beamed when he shot you a smile framed by two dimples. As attractive as he was, he somehow never crossed into my circle of fuck and suck buddies. Most of the guys that used me as a willing cum-dump were older and either my Brother's friends, the Pennell Brothers or casual hook-ups in the park. Well, today maybe that all changes. "Calm down Chris! I never saw you so pissed. Did Linda break up with you?" I said in a consoling voice as the distance between us closed. He stopped short in mid-field and spun on heels to face me, he was red faced and breathing hard, even for just walking quickly. He shook his head while he stared at shoes. "Nah, it's just that she is such a tease. She gets me worked up, but won't let me feel her or even give me a few strokes! Instead, I have to go home like this and do it myself!" He pulled his hands free from his crotch that had been covered by school books. "Whoa! That must hurt?" I said in response to his flashing the hard 5 inch long piece of pipe pushing against the fabric of his trousers. "Ha, Ha, sorry I didn't mean to shock you." Chris chuckled as he slowly regain a sense of normalcy. "It takes a lot to shock me. But why let that get you so bent out of shape. Hell, everyone gets horny." I replied, "Besides, there other ways you can get some release and give you wrist a rest." We stopped at the stairs leading up to his front porch. "What am I missing? How else can a guy get off at my age?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face. " You know a piece of pussy that would like this?" Chris said in a low hushed voice as he groped his stiff rod, our heads almost touching. We were already in the house when he pressed me for an explanation. "Well. you remember the Pennell brothers who lived on the next block- they just moved last year?" asked. By now we were sitting at the kitchen table. "Sure I do! Paul was our age, then the was Randy and the oldest Dwight. What about them?" Chris asked with a puzzled look on his face as the wheels in his head worked to form a connection between his hard-on and the Pennells. "Chris, you and I have been friends forever, so I don't what to say anything that would make that change." I remarked looking directly at him. "Shit no! You can say anything and nothing will change, you know that." Chris said with a shake of his thick curls. "They had a problem like you do- girl friends busy, not in the mood or on the rag. About two years ago my older brother taught me a few things that can help a guy out when he needs relief. You know a mouth is a mouth, if you get my drift." I explained. My friend's eyes widened as he sat with his mouth open, slowly taking in what I was trying tell him, in such a less traumatic way. I knew you have to be tactful when you are telling your best friend that are a cum slut. "So wait! If they were horny you would... and your brother taught you..." stammered Chris. "Yeah, and I've gotten damn good at it too!" I interjected, "Whatever goes between us was always our secret. I sucked and have been fucked a lot." "Wow I mean WOW, shit!!!" exclaimed Chris. For a few minutes we sat in silence. My voice broke the stillness. "I hope things are still okay between us, I can leave now." I got up from the table and walked to the kitchen door. In my head I could picture the next school day once he told everyone. I was brought back to reality when a firm hand gripped my wrist. "You would do that for me?" Chris said voicing amazement "Only if it's okay with you. I just want to help you out." was my answer. "Let's go to the couch" remarked Chris nervously. I followed him to the living room. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off the clip-on-tie. I could feel how nervous he was- or was it anxious anticipation? He fumbled with the belt buckle before undoing the snap on his slacks. He sat his 120 lbs. body on the center cushion- his head leaning back with eyes closed. I took off my shoes likewise, loosing the tie. On my knees in the V-shaped space between my friend's legs. I said "just relax" as my hands massaged his thighs. My fingers gripped the tab of his zipper which came down in one fluid motion. The brilliant white mound of crotch expanded as I pulled the trousers down. The tip of my nose nuzzled into the swelling tumescence in his BVD's. The musky smell of a 12 year old horny boy was intoxicating. I cupped the underside of his cloth-covered nuts while I ran my mouth along the hard 5, maybe 6 ,inches of cock shaft. A half-dollar wet spot bloomed around the cock head. I undid and cast off my shirt before grabbing the sides of his trousers- a tug with a little assistance from Chris's elevated ass, brought them down. I would have teased him longer with a mouth-over-the-underwear massage, but I really wanted to feel his cock slide against my tongue. With a little more strain I brought his briefs down around his ankles. The circumcised cock, once freed, slapped at the Chris's flat belly before pulsing up to attention. Two undulating testes hugged at the base of the penis. The flesh column bore traces of underlying veins and the scar of the circumcision. Beads of pre-cum collected at the piss slit before rolling down like wax on candlestick. None of it went to waste as my tongue skimmed the surface to catch each droplet. I pursed my lips to massage the left then right side of his dick. Chris's ball sack was not to be neglected as I rolled each orb in my mouth. My tongue traveled up from soft ball pouch along the underside of the penis, passed the scar,then up and around the mushroom head. The very tip of my tongue traced the edge of the flaring head and oozing piss slit. The head went passed my saliva coated lips- first backing off before taking in a little more. "AWWWWWWWWWWWW,FUCK MAN! AAAAAAAAAAAWWW PLEASE DON'T STOP JOHNNY! IT FEELS SO AWESOME!" Chris cried out. The encouragement was just what I wanted to hear before opening my throat for the final few inches. I felt every heart beat through the throbbing hardon. Every move of my tongues was rewarded with a fresh coat of boy juice. Chris, who at first nervously sat frozen on the couch, now became more vocal and animated as I worked his sweet meat over. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH, FUCK MAN, YOUR MOUTH IS SO HOT! SUCK THAT COCK! PLEASE! he yelled aloud. His hands clutched at my t- shirt as my head bobbed up and down. A hand pulled of the pants and underwear to free his legs. "You have an awesome cock!" I rasped during one of the few times my mouth was not stuffed. Chris looked down at me and smiled. "You like that cock, huh, you wan't it don't you!" he teased, with each taunt being punctuated by his cock slapping my face. "Please Chris,give me that cock, Fuck my face." I begged. The cock was rammed down my throat as I cough and gagged. The curls of his pubic hair tickled my nostrils. I tried to ease up but was restricted by Chris's hands holding my head in place. His tight ass bounced of the cushions pistoning the cock into my drooling yap the balls whacked my chin. I stretched my hands out to feel his torso- still cover by a t-shirt and open school shirt. "Fuck man! No wonder those guys wanted you to blow them!" My friend. huffed. I alternated between head bobbing and deep-throating to give the best I could. Chris wrapped his legs over my shoulders, with his heels in the small of my back. His thighs were like a vise. His breathing became loud and ragged. The steel hard meat was pounding my face. "UUUUUUGH! UUUUUUGH! UUUUUUGH! DAMN! I'M CLOSE! SO CLOSE, OH YEAH LIKE THAT! RIGHT THERE! Chris howled. My friend's body went rigid as the climax shot through him. "EAT IT! SWALLOW MY JIZZ! I'M COMIN', DAMN I'M SHOOTING! He howled as spurt after spurt flooded passed my tonsils. All went quiet as I disengsged from the spent tool. My friend lay on the sofa, returning slowly to a normal breathing rate. I got off my knees and put my shirt back on before slipping on the shoes. I looked at my speechless friend. I laughed as I left by the back door. "Another job well done." Others stories by John S-A Kwiatkowski: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter One: HOW IT ALL BEGAN....Lesson One (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Two:Getting My Cherry Popped... (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Three: The Pennell Brothers. The Lessons Continue:(GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Four: "Steven Shares My Ass" (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Five: " My Best Buddy's Brothers Do Me." (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Six: "Uncle Takes Us For A Swim or How Steven Looses His Cherry" (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Seven: "Orgy at Hanging Rock or Brother Love in the Summer of '69" (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Seducing The Married Blonde At The Park" (GAY ADULT/YOUTH) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) "No Translation Required" (GAY INTERRACIAL) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) -- JSAK