Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 23:10:44 -0600 From: Peter Stevens Subject: 1042PM part 3 This narrative is fiction. It features sexual activity between consenting boys. If this sort of thing isn't your thing then move on. If you should not be reading this sort of material then go no further. Let me know if you are enjoying the story and I will continue writing. Also consider a donation to Nifty for allowing us to have this resource to share our stories. 1042PM Part 3 By PSBuxton Unlike the first time I fooled around with Barry and Brent, after which I did my best to not to think about the night's events, following the night with only Brent I couldn't stop replaying what happened in my head. For the next couple of boring summer days, I constantly thought about laying naked with my friend and stroking each other's dicks. Fortunately, my parents were at work so it was easy for me to sneak away and attempt to jack off with the memory of Brent pulling me close against his body and kissing my neck just before we both dry orgasmed. Unfortunately, I still hadn't "mastered" the art of pleasing myself so I was stuck with the notion that only being with one of my friends could bring me that sort of ecstasy. Those three days were absolute torture for me as I tried every conceivable way to please myself with Vaseline, hand lotion, humping every pillow and giant stuffed animal I could track down, all to no avail. That weekend Barry returned from his grandmother's house and since our parents were also good friends, my whole family was invited over to Barry's house for a barbeque. It would be the first time seeing Barry since the night he, Brent and I had our first naked extravaganza. I didn't know how Barry would act, but I figured with both families there he would be cool about everything. I also didn't know if I should tell him about Brent sleeping over at my place and its subsequent events. Luckily, Barry was his normal, energetic self. "Full of piss and vinegar" as my mom liked to say. My little sister and I spent the night chasing Barry around and playing the games he wanted to play. After dinner, the children were relegated to the master bedroom so the parents could break out their after-dinner drinks and tobacco. There was a TV in Barry's parent's bedroom where we hooked up the Nintendo and played a variety of different games. Unsurprisingly, after about an hour Barry announced that he was bored and wanted to do something else. "So, what do you want to do?" I cautiously asked, knowing Barry's boredom rarely lead to anything benign. "I think we should have a competition, between you and your sister. Whoever wins gets a surprise." "Ok, what is the prize?" my sister, only two years younger than me inquired. "It's a surprise, duh. I can't tell you." Barry replied. "Ok, what is the competition?" I asked. "We see who can get further in `Skate or Die.' Whoever goes further wins the prize." And at that moment I knew the fix was in. My little sister, who was smart and liked video games, didn't stand a chance. I had played the game a lot more than she had and Barry knew that. I was half way tempted to let her win to see what Barry would do, but after she played a pretty good round my competitive side kicked in and I won. "Ok Mike, you come with me for your prize. Gwen, you need to stay here and practice." I followed Barry past our oblivious and slightly drunk parents on the way to his bedroom. "Mike, you need to stand there in the middle of the room and close your eyes and I'll get your prize ready." Barry instructed as he locked his bedroom door and moved to the far side of his bed. "Do I really need to close my eyes? What is this prize?" I asked, irritated and wondering why Barry locked the door. "Dude, just close your eyes. I promise you will like it." Barry answered. And with that I closed my eyes not knowing what Barry, the group hell raiser, had planned for me. I was slightly optimistic considering the last surprise I received was a night looking at Brent's Hustler magazine, maybe this would be as pleasant. I could hear Barry rustling around his bed, and I thought he was getting out something from beneath it. "Alright, you can open them!" "Uhhhhhh" was all I could muster as I viewed my prize. Laying on his twin bed, Barry had his T-shirt pulled up around his stomach, his pants and underwear down around his ankles, and his erect penis standing straight up like a rocket ready for flight. "What am I supposed to do with that?" "You can do anything you want. You can touch it, you can take pictures of it, you can lick it, you..." "Lick it?" I interrupted. "Sure, do whatever you want." Stalling for time I approached his bed, not knowing how to reply. I hated how Barry was always able to shock me with his crazy ideas and I always felt unprepared to respond. "I guess I'll take pictures of it" I finally answered, searching my brain for a better solution. I then pretended to hold a camera and take pictures of my friend's boner. As I made my way around the bed Barry would pose, pulling the skin on his dick tight, revealing all of the veins and his tight little ball sack between his legs. Little by little I started to relax and admire Barry's erection and his lean, athletic body. My dick was starting to throb as I arrived at the far side of the bed and Barry asked "Isn't there something else you want to do? Rub your dick against mine." I looked at the door, thinking of our parents drinking and smoking not more than twenty feet away. "Don't worry, I locked it. And they won't come in without asking first." Quietly, I pulled down my shorts and underwear to my knees, exposing my boner. Barry moved over to my side of the bed as I stood on the floor and we began rubbing our dicks together like we did a couple of weeks ago. Barry would occasionally moan as we pressed the heads of our dicks together and then slide our shafts up and down the other's cock. And while Barry was enjoying this, I could only think about how much better it felt when Brent was stroking my dick with his hand. This went on for a few minutes until Barry impatiently interrupted. "C'mon, don't you want to lick it?" "What? Your dick?" I whispered. "I mean, you know I won the prize, if anything you should lick my dick." "Dude, I let you win." "So what? It's still my prize." "Fine" Barry begrudgingly agreed. "But you have to promise to lick mine next, swear?" "Yeah dude, I swear." And with that Barry rolled off the far side of the bed and I nervously took his place on it, my hands by my sides and dick straight up in the air. Barry leaned on his elbows on the side of the bed and slowly moved his head closer to my waiting erection. For a brief moment I found it amusing how eager Barry was to have me lick his dick, but how reluctant he was to return the favor as he inched closer. Then he stuck his tongue out as far as he could, like he was placing it on a frozen light pole, and finally made contact with the side of my dick. At first it felt no different than if he touched it with a finger, but then he started to move the tip of his tongue up and down my shaft, stopping briefly to analyze the taste. "Does it taste weird?" I inquired. "Nah, doesn't really taste like anything." Barry then continued moving the tip of his tongue up and down the shaft of my boner and as he slowly relaxed, he started to use his entire tongue and I immediately noticed the incredible feeling of the wetness and roughness of his tongue on my dick. I was mesmerized by the image of my friend licking the side of my dick from the bottom all the way to the top like a popsicle. Instantly, all thoughts of Brent vanished and it took all my effort not to cry out in pleasure as my friend ran his tongue up my twitching boner. I was quickly ripped out of my state of ecstasy when Barry stopped and whispered "my turn." A promise being a promise I rolled to the side as Barry laid on his back, his erection waiting for my tongue. Instead of standing on the floor I moved to my knees and got between Barry's legs, moving my head slowly toward his boner. Like Barry I stuck my tongue out as far as I could until it made contact with his shaft. I was amazed in how hot his steely boner felt on my tongue and I started to lick his entire dick without delay. I worked my wet tongue all the way down to near his balls and all the way up to the head. I noticed Barry arching his hips in pleasure every time I got near the top. After multiple licks Barry asked "can you kiss it?" "What?" "Kiss the tip." Barry replied. "Dude you better no pee or anything." "I won't, I swear. Just try it, c'mon." So, with my hands on the bed, I moved above Barry, looking straight down at his penis, its little slit, and his hairless balls, tight between his legs. I slowly lowered my head and with my eyes closed rested my lips on the top of his dick. I slowly opened my lips to give Barry's cock a wet kiss and felt the head push slowly in between my lips and against my tongue. I was enjoying its firmness and started to move my tongue on the head of his dick. I opened my eyes when I heard Barry moan with his head turned into his pillow and I noticed his hands grasping at the bed sheets. I continued to give the top of his dick big wet kisses as he did his best to muffle his sounds of pleasure. "Ok, now you kiss my dick." It was my turn to interrupt Barry in his moment. "Fine" Barry replied, not hiding his frustration. Again, I laid on my back but this time Barry moved between my legs on his knees. I watched in fascination as Barry lowered his head down to the tip of my boner. He briefly rested his lips against the tip of my dick and then, surprisingly, the whole tip of my dick disappeared into his mouth. As the wetness and warmth of my friend's mouth engulfed the tip of my dick, I had to pull his pillow over my face to muffle my moan. As if that wasn't enough, Barry started running his tongue around the tip of my dick like you would with a lollipop. This continued until I felt like I was about to dry cum like I did with Brent. As I was getting close Barry lifted off and announced it was his turn again. "Shit!" I screamed in my head. I didn't want him to stop but it was only fair he got one more turn. There was no telling how long it would be until my parents wanted to leave or my sister got nosey. Instead of lying on the bed, Barry moved up my body and straddled my chest as I remained lying on the bed. With his rigid cock right in my face, I lifted up my head and body by pulling on the back of his thighs and began to give his dick wet kisses on the tip. I mimicked Barry's tongue technique and let his dick a little deeper into my mouth. My eyes were closed but I could hear Barry gasping in ecstasy. I slid my hands up from the back of his thighs to his rock-hard ass and continued my kisses. As my tongue worked around the head of his cock, I became aware of a new sensation, a slimy liquid coming out of Barry's dick and onto my tongue. I pulled back a little and saw a clear stream suspended between the end of my tongue and his tip, like spiting a loogie after drinking a coke. The stream broke and half went onto my tongue and into my mouth. "Does it taste like anything?" Barry asked looking down on me, his steely dick inches from my face. "Not really, just a little salty and slimy." Eager to continue, Barry thrust his erection towards me and I happily complied, taking the head of his dick into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue. I then flashed back to my night with Brent and while holding Barry's ass with my left hand, reached up with my right hand and started to rub his balls. Barry briefly lost control and with an audible moan, thrust his dick deep into my mouth. I instinctively pulled my head away and let Barry fuck my hand instead. "Ahhh, I want to hump." Barry barely got out as he laid flat on top of me and thrusting his cock into my hand. For a moment I was confused as my friend was between my legs fucking my hand between our bodies. I used my free hand to get my dick between us so I could enjoy our mutual rubbing, but Barry didn't grab my dick, instead he was breathing heavily above me and thrusting wildly into my hand. Before I had a chance to enjoy the rubbing, I was shocked by a red-hot liquid being shot all over my stomach and Barry doing his best to suppress a scream. At first, I was horrified because I thought Barry had peed on me and I pushed my way out from under him as he convulsed on the bed. "What the hell dude?" I shockingly asked as I watched my friend spasm on the bed with liquid dripping from his dick. When I looked down at my stomach, I noticed it wasn't pee, it was thick and sticky. "Did you just cum?" "What? What is cum?" He faintly replied, disinterested in our conversation. "Did you just ejaculate?" I asked brining up our grade school sex-ed terminology. "Oh yeah, I guess so." Barry weakly responded as he rolled on his back and gathered his senses. "I think I have had wet dreams before, you know where you wake up and you are wet and sticky, like we talk about in Mrs. Johnson's class. But I have never done it awake before." "I've never done it awake or asleep. Did it hurt?" "No, it was the most awesome thing I have ever felt." "Really?" "Yeah, I want to do it again." "Right now?" I was a little shocked. "Well kinda, but I think we need to clean up. How long have we been in here?" Barry replied. "A long time, I think. I hope nobody heard us. Can I use this towel to clean up?" Grabbing a towel off of a hook on his closet. "Go ahead, I hear our parents cleaning up. You are probably going soon." After cleaning Barry's seed off, I watched him wipe off his withering erection and stomach. I was jealous of Barry's ability to have a real orgasm. As good as it felt with Brent, there was something even more satisfying feeling Barry cum on me and how satisfied he appeared afterword. We both got dressed and headed out to join our clueless parents all I could think about was when I would have a real orgasm. "Did you have fun tonight?" Barry's mother inquired. I immediately froze with fear, they heard us, they knew. "You boys probably played enough Nintendo to last all summer" she continued, alleviating my fear. As we suspected, our parents were just drunk enough not to notice we left my sister alone with the Nintendo and played our own games. "Maybe next time you boys will find something else to do besides wasting your time on that machine." Next time, I thought. Considering how crazy the last couple weeks had been I had no idea what the next time would entail, but I was looking forward to it.