Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 09:32:17 +0000
From: Django Unfazed
Subject: A Sleepover with Donnie

All of the usual disclaimers apply. If you're not old enough to read this
or it's not legal where you live, stop reading. Now. Seriously. And you
probably shouldn't even be on this website.

So if you're still with me I'm guessing you're okay with what you're going
to read here. This is a semi-fictionalized story of an encounter between me
and my junior high school best friend. Some of it actually happened, some
of it I wished happened. I'll leave it to your imagination to decide what
was real and what was Memorex. Of course, the names have been changed to
protect the (not so) innocent.

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I met Donnie Alcord in the first hour of the first day of seventh grade. By
the end of that day we were best friends and would stay best friends all
the way through twelfth grade, even though we lived in different
neighborhoods and went to different high schools. In fact, we stayed in
touch into our 20's when he moved from the area for a new job.

I actually don't remember exactly how I met Donnie. Our first day of
seventh grade was everybody's first day at a brand new school, Kendall
Junior High. These days, kids have middle school, but for us, elementary
school was first through sixth grade and then we had junior high, which was
seventh, eighth and ninth grades. They used to tell us that ninth grade was
our "freshman" year of high school, but no-one really looked at it that
way. On the first day, all students were told to go to the
Cafeteria/Multipurpose Room to get our class schedules and for an address
by the principal. We stood in line to get to a row of tables with boxes of
schedules, broken down alphabetically by the students' last names. I think
Donnie was in front of me in the line and I struck up a conversation with
him. After we got our schedules, we sat down together to check them out and
wait for the rest of the line to get through so the principal could give
his address. When Donnie and I compared schedules, it turned out that we
had three of the six classes together! I doubt I would have put it this way
at the time, but in hindsight, it was very comforting to have someone who I
could recognize in such an unfamiliar environment and I think Donnie felt
the same way. We didn't know the building, the teachers and staff or most
of the kids, except the few from the parts of both our neighborhoods that
the new school boundaries had sent to Kendall. But now we knew each
other. This was in 1972 and we probably looked like a pretty odd pair. I'm
African American and I was always one of the bigger kids in class, even
though my birthday was near the end of the school year, in June. In fact,
if I had been born a couple of weeks later, I would have started first
grade a year later so I was nearly a year younger than some of the kids in
my grade. But, being taller and heavier than most of the kids in my grade,
I never got picked on. Donnie was white, blond-haired, blue-eyed, slight of
build and shorter than most seventh-graders. He also was new to the area,
having moved during the summer when his mom remarried and his family (he
also had a little sister) relocated from Pennsylvania. One thing we had in
common, though, was that we were both used to being the smartest kid in the
room. In our common classes, it was a question of which of us would have
the highest grade average, but we were always the top two. We had both
gotten straight A's all the way through elementary school and one reason
Donnie was smaller than most of the kids in our grade was because he had
been skipped a grade. So while most of the kids in our grade were 12, or
turned twelve in the first half of the year and I was 11 because of my late
birthday, Donnie had a May birthday, so he was only 10 for most of the
year. We liked the same music, read the same books, were fascinated by the
same things (like the Civil War and the Kennedy assassination) and we both
played chess. By the end of the first day we were best friends. By the end
of the first week, we were inseparable. Unfortunately, we didn't live
anywhere near each other. I walked to school, but Donnie had a 20-minute
bus ride. So that meant we couldn't see each other on weekends, which
sucked! The solution: sleepovers! I mostly stayed over at his house,
because he had twin beds in his room. When he slept over at my house, he
either had to sleep on the floor in my room (I had a single bed), or sleep
in the guest room. My parents wouldn't let us both sleep in the double bed
in the guest room (hmm, I wonder why), so it wasn't as much fun. Sleepovers
became a regular thing and I even went on a few weekend trips with his
family.

Now, I remember discovering masturbating when I was only five or six years
old. I think I had my first dry orgasm when I was eight or nine. It felt so
weird I thought I had hurt myself! (As an aside, I learned the "mechanics"
of sex when, as a preschooler I stumbled upon a stash of porn magazines
hidden by my babysitter's son, who had gone off to college. She would put
me down for my nap in his room and one day when I wasn't sleepy, I was
snooping in his closet and I found them in a box in the back corner. I
immediately figured out that this was what was going on under the covers
the couple of times I had woken up during the night and seen my parents
squirming around and making funny noises.) When I was 10, I shared my
knowledge with my eight year-old cousin when he spent the summer with my
parents and me (I'm an only child). His was also the first penis I ever
sucked. Unfortunately for him, at first I didn't know about the whole teeth
thing, but I'm pretty sure he was okay with the outcome of the learning
curve. We had lots of fun that summer and the following summer which he
also spent with us. In between I also spread the wealth with some of my
friends from school. For most of my pre-teen years, my dad worked at night
and my mom worked during the day, so there was always someone there when I
got home from school. But for most of my sixth grade year, my dad's work
schedule changed, so he was also working during the day. He left late
enough in the morning that he could see me off to school, but I got home in
the afternoon about two hours before my mom did. Two whole hours. You can
do a lot in two hours when you're 10 and horny. I was pretty responsible,
so my parents never told me I couldn't have friends over after school, so I
did. Often. We didn't always get naked, but we probably did more than half
the time. I didn't suck any of them, but we had fun feeling each other up
and dry humping and even practiced kissing.

So, by the time I was having sleepovers with Donnie, I was looking for an
opportunity to "initiate" him. It wasn't just about sex; I really felt very
close to him and it was something I wanted us to share. Unlike a couple of
my elementary school friends, though, Donnie was pretty shy about showing
his body. While I would strip to my undies and change into my pajamas in
the bedroom in front of him, hoping he would follow suit, he always went
into the bathroom to change, so I never even saw his bare chest. On about
the third sleepover, I made an impulsive move. We had both changed into our
pajamas and had turned our backs to each other to turn down the beds. When
I looked over at him, he still had his back to me and was just
straightening up from leaning over the bed. I turned around and wrapped my
arms around him in a bear hug, trapping his arms against his chest. That
made him kind of jump, but thankfully he didn't yell or anything. Donnie
wasn't the roughhousing type, probably because he was small, so we rarely
made physical contact other than the occasional hand on a shoulder.

"I've got you now, Mr. Bond" I said in my best (but not very good)
Goldfinger impression.

He responded appropriately,

"Do you expect me to talk?" in an equally bad Sean Connery impression and I
replied,

"No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to pop like a grape," and squeezed him tighter,
which made him giggle. I'm sure he expected me to release him at that
point, but I didn't; I just held him.

"Okay, you can let me go now," he said.

"Unh-unh," I replied, resting my chin on his shoulder. He waited a few
seconds and when I still didn't let him go, he tried again.

"Come on, quit it, lemme go."

"Unh-unh," I replied again and kissed the side of his head above and behind
his ear. He craned his head around to look at me like I'd lost my mind.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing. Can't I give my best friend a hug?" I noticed that he wasn't
trying to get away. Even though I had about five inches and twenty-five
pounds on him, if he had actually tried to pull away, I would have let
him. Instead, he sighed, albeit a little impatiently, and I could feel his
body relax. His arms were still pinned against his chest, so I decided to
see how intent he really was on getting away. Holding both of his arms with
my left arm, I slid my right hand down to his tummy, which made him jump
again. He was very ticklish, but if you wanted to genuinely piss him off,
the best way was to tickle him. He absolutely hated it.

"I'm not gonna tickle you. I'm not gonna tickle you! I promise," I
whispered in his ear. As he relaxed again, I began to gently rub his tummy
through his pajama top. At this point, I was only holding him against me
with one hand pinning his wrists against his chest and the other hand
rubbing his tummy. If he wanted to get free, he could have easily. He made
no effort to escape. After a little while of rubbing him through his pajama
top, I slipped my hand underneath and started rubbing his tummy directly
and reaching up as far as I could to rub his chest. I felt a little shiver
go through him, but he said nothing.

"Can I take your top off?" I asked him. He didn't reply, but pulled his
hands free and unbuttoned his pajama top. I pulled it by the hem off of his
shoulders and it fell to the floor between us. I wrapped my arms around him
again, under his arms this time. I kissed him again, this time on the back
of his head, and resumed rubbing his chest and tummy. I rubbed his nipples
with my left hand while slowly rubbing my way downward with my right. I got
to the waist of his pajama bottoms and paused with my hand there. He didn't
react, so I kept moving downward until I found the expected tent pole with
my fingers. I knew he could feel my equally hard boyhood against his
bottom. I rubbed the heel of my hand over it a couple of times, causing
Donnie to inhale sharply. I could also sense a quickening in his
breathing. I rubbed his dick a couple more times through his pajama bottoms
and then worked my hand back up to the waist band and slipped it inside his
undies. Again, I paused there to see if he would object, but I didn't
expect him to at this point and he didn't. I pushed my hand down inside his
undies until I found his hard dick and I started rubbing it with my
fingers, eliciting a quiet whimper from Donnie. I wrapped my thumb and
forefinger around him and started jacking him slowly. I didn't know if he'd
ever jacked off before; we'd never talked about it. I could feel that he
was circumcised like me and I rubbed my thumb over the head of his dick,
causing him to thrust his hips forward into my hand.

"Can I see your penis?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded his head. Using
both hands, I pushed his pajama bottoms and undies down until they fell
around his ankles. His penis was beautiful. About three inches long, it
curved upward slightly. It wasn't too thin or too thick, it was just right,
pink with a helmet-shaped head the color of a ripe plum. He didn't even
have any peach fuzz down there. His ball-sack was a darker shade of pink,
wrinkly, and pulled up tight against his body. Actually, his whole body was
beautiful. He was thin, but not scrawny, with smooth blemish-free skin all
over. He wasn't very athletic, so he didn't have lots of muscles to show
off, but he was pretty in an almost androgynous sort of way.

"Take your clothes off too," he whispered.

"You can take them off," I said. He stepped out of his pajamas and undies
and kicked them aside, then turned around to unbutton my pajama top. While
he did, I went back to fondling his penis. When he finished unbuttoning my
top, I shrugged it off and he put his hands on the waistband of my pajama
bottoms to push them down. But before he did, I put my left hand under his
chin and raised it to look up at me. I leaned forward to kiss him on the
forehead and he closed his eyes. His lips were glistening and slightly open
and I leaned forward again and kissed them. He wasn't expecting it and his
eyes flew open, but he didn't pull away and as the kiss continued, he
closed his eyes again. Neither of us knew anything about French kissing, so
there were no tongues involved, just our lips pressing sweetly and gently
together. When we came up for air, I put my hands on his and he finished
pulling down my pajama bottoms and undies. I stepped out of them and kicked
them over with his and he took my dick in his hand like I was holding
his. I was a little bigger than him by about half an inch and I was also
slightly thicker, but not enough that it really mattered. Mine also curved
upward slightly. In fact, my dick basically looked like a slightly larger,
chocolate version of his! We weren't noticing that, though. We were too
busy giving each other good feelings. I knew, though, as soon as I saw his
dick, what I wanted.

"Donnie," I whispered breathily, "lay down on your bed." He let go of my
dick and lay down on his back. "Scoot up near the headboard." He shifted
upward and sat up on his elbows to look at me as I climbed over the foot of
the bed and between his legs. Before he had time to wonder what I was going
to do, I took his penis in my fingers, stroked it a couple of times and
then licked my lips and wrapped them around the head and sucked it all the
way down the shaft and bobbed my head on it a couple of times. He lay back
and moaned loudly and I hoped neither of his parents were outside the door,
or they would have no doubt what was going on inside. I pulled it out of my
mouth and, holding it in my fingers, I swirled my tongue around the head
and licked the underside of the shaft, paying special attention to the
sensitive spot on the underside of his pee hole. Then I sucked it back into
my mouth and held it there and ran my tongue over it before I began a slow
up and down bobbing rhythm. His penis was just the right size to fill my
mouth without triggering my gag reflex and it felt great. Through this,
Donnie was clutching at the bedclothes and thrusting his hips and trying
his best not to make noise, with limited success. I wanted to give him the
best orgasm he'd ever had, if he'd ever had one before, and I wanted to do
it quickly to minimize the chances of our being caught. So, I sucked him
hard and I increased the rhythm. It didn't take long, maybe ten strokes,
before he whimpered and thrust his hips hard up into my face and I could
feel his dick twitching in my mouth. His orgasms were still dry and I kept
sucking. He pulled back and thrust again, his dick still twitching. He was
still hard, so I kept sucking and he pulled back and thrust a third time,
this time grunting loudly. After this one, he reached down and pushed me
away from his dick, which was bright red by now.

"Did you like that?" I asked him, as he looked over his still-heaving chest
at me.

"Oh my god. Yeah." I smiled at him.

"So did I. You want your undies?"

"Uh-huh." I got up and retrieved both of our briefs from where they had
been kicked aside. I slipped mine on and then slipped his on over his feet
and pulled them up as he lifted his bottom. I pulled the covers up over him
and kissed him goodnight on the forehead as he struggled to keep his eyes
open.

"Chad?" he whispered.

"Uh-huh?" I responded.

"Thank you so much. That was the best thing I ever felt."

"I'm glad you liked it. I love you very much." He may or may not have heard
my response because when I looked over at him, he was already asleep.