Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2004 21:44:00 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: ALONE WITH 13 YEAR OLD JOHNNY

The first time I spent the night at my 7th grade 13 year-old buddy Johnny's
house for a sleepover was memorable in many ways, not the least because it
was my first time sucking another boy's dick.

My buddies Larry, Johnny and Eddie and I were all 13 when this happened.
We were just beginning to discover girls; our masturbation habits had
picked up speed since I had first explained the process and told them how
to do it when we were in 3rd grade.  As a result of the various levels of
puberty we were going through and the ideas we were putting into each
others heads, most of our conversation revolved around our dicks and what
we could do with them.  Like most of the males in my family, I had started
puberty early, at 11 years of age.  Larry and Johnny had both started
around 12 and had progressed rapidly so that we were all pretty well
developed by the time we hit 13.  At 13, Eddie had just begun to go through
puberty and still had the smallest cock of all of us.  Like most boys, our
imaginations were rich and nasty and we couldn't get enough of the "sexy
talk", our dirty fantasies and private activities which we discussed pretty
freely.  Since we had known each other for so long we all had a brotherly
feeling about one another complementing the fact that we were great
buddies.  All of us had sisters, but only Johnny had a brother.  I think we
treated each other like brothers due to this fact.

We had finally all masturbated together the previous year with our class
bully, Casey, who had been held back a couple of times and was then 13 in
the 6th grade.  As a result, we were all now pretty comfortable with each
other when we would jerk off together.  It was still a new experience, and
it only happened a few times.  Anyway, they had all spent Friday night at
my house and we all jerked-off twice that Saturday morning.

When we got back to my house after goofing around at our elementary school
playground - the site of our second j/o round of the morning -- my mom
already had breakfast cooked and waiting for us.  We gorged ourselves on
fried eggs, bacon, hashed brown potatoes, toast, milk and orange juice,
then decided we would all ride our bikes over to the local mall and spend
the day there, checking out the girls and goofing around in the stores.
During the day Johnny asked me if I wanted to spend the night at his house,
making sure that the other guys were off somewhere before he asked me.  I
had been sensing all morning and afternoon that Johnny wanted to mess
around together after we had all enjoyed ourselves so much earlier that
day, and I have to admit that after having my eye on Johnny for the past
few months I was definitely curious about what it would be like to goof off
with him alone.  So when he invited me over I jumped at the opportunity and
said yes.  We kept exchanging inscrutable glances all that day and by the
time we separated from Larry and Eddie later that afternoon it was clear to
the 2 of us that we had some stuff we wanted to do to each other.

Johnny was half-German and half-Italian. He had an older brother, Kurt, who
was almost 18 and getting ready to graduate from high school.  I had met
Kurt several times and I didn't like him any more than he liked me.  To me
he seemed like a grown up man, probably because he was so much larger than
us.  At 18, Kurt stood over 6' tall and weighed more than both Johnny and I
put together, I bet.  He was a big guy, not fat but built like a tank.  He
was active in football, wrestling and swimming at school, activities that
Johnny was beginning to take up as well.  Kurt was also tough and had a
hard, unfriendly edge to him that made me uncomfortable around him.  He
teased and taunted Johnny constantly and I think it helped make Johnny
cruel and unpredictable at times.  Johnny's mom had the Italian blood; she
was a really pretty woman with lustrous black hair and flashing dark eyes.
She was super-nice to me and Johnny and I knew she doted on Johnny more
than she did Kurt.  Johnny's dad was a big fat jerk, loud and cantankerous,
a bigger, meaner version of Kurt and prone to going on rants about blacks
and Jews and the fairly large Portuguese population of our town, which he
called "portagees."  At that time, Johnny and I just thought he was stupid
and slightly comical.  As much as we made fun of his dad, however, Johnny
felt perfectly free in peppering his own speech with racial slurs whenever
and wherever he felt like it.

But back to the story.  Neither of us had showered at least since Friday so
when we got to his house Johnny's mom told us we both needed to go take a
shower while she got dinner ready.  It was true: all 4 of us guys had been
playing hard since Friday after school, rolling around in the tanbark at
the playground, biking and sweating under the hot Spring sun, running wild
all over our neighborhood - not to mention the number of times we had all
gotten naked and sweaty and dumped sperm on ourselves over the last 2 days.
I honestly liked the way we smelled, to me the odors of our young
adolescent bodies was a turn-on.  Johnny smelled like an active, healthy,
hard-playing kid, exactly what he was; to me his scent was sexy and gave me
a boner whenever I got a good whiff of him when he was standing really
close to me.  Johnny asked his mom if we could go for a swim in their
backyard pool first before we showered.  At first his mom wasn't too sure
about that, but when Johnny told her the chlorine in the pool would
neutralize our grime she relented and told us to make it quick and then hop
in the shower.  Johnny's family was one of the few in our neighborhood to
have a swimming pool.  Most of the families in our neighborhood couldn't
afford to have a pool and besides our backyards were fairly small and a
pool would take up much of the space.  We went to Johnny's room to change
into swim trunks, Johnny offering to let me wear an extra pair of his.

Now, Johnny had been harping on one thing all day long to me, he kept
trying to get me to say I'd suck his dick.  He was relentless.  At first it
had been a joke but as the afternoon wore on it began to take on a pleading
tone and I guessed that he really wanted it to happen.  He demanded,
pleaded, cajoled, even bargained for me to say I'd do it.  If the other
guys were around us, he'd just keep saying, "c'mon," then snickering when
I'd say no.  Actually, we were both kind of excited, I think, by openly
referring to something the other guys had no idea about.  So now, as we
were stripping to go swimming, Johnny sat on the end of his bed and pulled
off his shorts, then his briefs.  His thick dick was already starting to
harden and he told me to go on and change.  I quickly got into my trunks
and asked him what he was waiting for.  He told me I knew exactly what he
was waiting for and I just laughed at him.  Now he grew almost desperate
and anxious.  He sighed heavily and impatiently, then whined at me one more
time to suck his dick.  Truthfully, the first time he mentioned it to me
that day I got excited by the idea and wanted to try it, but I didn't want
to seem too eager in case he was just trying to trick me into saying I'd do
it so he could tease me about it at school for the rest of my life.  Johnny
was like that; he could be mean and nasty when the mood struck him and you
never knew when that was going to happen.  Finally I figured it'd be easier
to just give in, so I sighed heavily back at him and said I would think
about it but only if he agreed to do it to me, too.  He asked me if I meant
it and I hesitated one final time before I nodded and reluctantly said I
did mean it.  Johnny just smiled that evil smile of his and pushed past me
on his way to the backyard.  For a split second I had a horrible vision of
Johnny rushing through his house, braying in that mocking bleat of his that
I had admitted I wanted to suck his dick, but then realized that he would
implicate himself as well.  And besides, I knew that this was not something
he wanted to announce to his family.  I felt an immense rush of relief and
then excitement when I realized what this meant.  We laughed together and
ran the final few yards to the pool's edge and plunged in. From that moment
on, the rest of the late afternoon and early evening seemed to pass in a
haze of testosterone-fueled expectation.  We swam the length of the pool a
few times and Johnny kept grabbing at my dick under the water.  I groped
him a few times, too, and by the time we were ready to go back inside to
shower, both of us had major boners.  We had to sit on the pool's edge for
a few minutes before we dared to stand and walk back inside, knowing that
our hard cocks would look massively obvious in our tight swim trunks.  We
forced ourselves to think non-sexual thoughts and talked about Batman and
Nazis and flying saucers for a while.  When our dicks had gone flaccid
again we went inside and showered, first me and then Johnny.  After Johnny
and I exchanged places in the shower, I hung out in Johnny's bedroom
waiting for him to finish bathing.

I was always happy to eat at Johnny's house because his mom was a great
cook.  She called out that dinner was almost ready and for us to hurry up
and come to the table.  Fortunately, this weekend Johnny's dad and older
brother were off on a fishing trip, so at least we wouldn't have to put up
with them that night.  That still left Johnny's sisters to deal with, but
they were easily managed.  The youngest, Claire, was only 9 years old and
thought all boys were yucky.  His older sister, Marie, was 16 and deeply in
love with her high school boyfriend, Neal.  I had met Neal once before when
I visited Johnny's house and I couldn't blame Marie for being infatuated
with Neal.  He was one of the handsomest kids at their school.  They
apparently had a date planned for that night and so only Johnny, his sister
Claire, his mom, and myself were there for dinner.

When Johnny came back into his bedroom from the shower he had a towel
wrapped around his narrow hips.  He was short and solid, and even though he
was only 13, Johnny had a nice build already going.  His shoulders were
wide and strong and his upper body tapered nicely down to his waist.  His
pecs and abs already had some slight definition and below the white towel
his hairy legs and big size 10 feet looked tan and muscular for a kid.  At
5'4", Johnny was slightly shorter than me, but he weighed more and had more
muscle.  His straight, dark brown hair was usually combed back, but it was
always falling forward into his face, his long bangs sweeping over his
eyes.  He had a habit of tossing his head back or sideways, trying to keep
his hair out of his face.  His brown eyes were smallish and very dark like
his mom's, and his teeth looked sharp and dangerous, giving him an
animal-like air that could be intimidating when he was agitated about
something.  Johnny was still smiling at me as he came into his room and
after a few seconds he looked down at his towel-covered crotch.  I had
already been taking quick peeks at it, because there was a bulge where his
hard wiener pressed against the towel.  He laughed and flexed his dick a
few times, making the towel poke forward.  I cracked up and we both just
laughed our asses off.  I told him that his mom had already called us to
dinner and to hurry up cuz I was hungry.  He sat down on the floor and
started pulling his dirty socks back on, asking me what his mom said we
were having.  When I told him she hadn't said, we made a bet on what we
thought she had cooked, trying to guess from the delicious smells seeping
into his bedroom.  It smelled like some sort of stew to me, but Johnny
didn't think so.  I was glad we were talking about food, because it helped
to distract my thoughts away from waiting for the moment when Johnny would
take that towel off.  Smelly socks back on, he stood up and faced me where
I sat on his bed, then nipped the corner of the towel with his finger.  It
fell to the floor behind him, and I laughed because it looked like he was
doing a strip show, the way the towel fell so quickly and perfectly behind
him.  Johnny started laughing, too, thinking I was laughing about how hard
his dick was.  Then we both went silent.  I could hear the sounds of his
mom and sister working in the kitchen, talking and rattling knives and
forks as they set the table.  And here me and Johnny were, just behind his
half-closed bedroom door and only a short distance away from the kitchen;
me with the hardest of hard-ons squeezed tight against my stomach and
briefs like a sausage in its casing, him just standing there, his rock hard
boner pointing at the ceiling.  I felt like I was going to burst into fire
and my mind had gone all crazy and jumbled.  I don't think I had ever felt
so excited and astonished and confused before.  Johnny started bucking his
hips a bit and his cock throbbed and slapped his belly obscenely.  I
couldn't even laugh, it was too sexy to even comprehend.  He didn't laugh
either, but a moment later he quietly said, "Suck my dick."  I couldn't
move or speak, so I just shook my head after a dazed moment.  It snapped me
out of it and I told him "no."  He moved towards me and I got up off the
bed and started walking towards his door.  Johnny grabbed for my crotch as
I passed him, and that stopped me. I let him grope my dick for a few
seconds and then I reached over and flipped his cock down and held it there
for a little while.  When I released it, it slapped his stomach again.
"C'mon," he whispered/whined at me.  I told him no, not now.  His mom
called again and that got us moving fast.  I think we both realized how
much our sex drives were in overdrive at that moment, cuz the sound of his
mom's voice was like an electric shock back into reality.

Johnny's back was towards me as he pulled his briefs and grimy shorts back
on.  When he bent over to pull up his clothing, I got a good, quick glance
at his butt.  His ass looked as solid and sinewy as the rest of his legs.
Pulling on the same sweaty t-shirt he had been wearing since Friday
evening, Johnny was dressed and we went out into the dining room for
dinner.  His mom was friendly and talkative during supper.  She treated me
almost like a son and Johnny got along with her really well.  Claire just
stared at us silently between mouthfuls of food and asked to be excused as
soon as she was finished eating.  She was spending the night at one of her
little friend's houses as it turned out.  This was getting better and
better; pretty soon we'd have the whole place to ourselves! Predictably,
Johnny's mother didn't have any plans and settled in to watch TV after we'd
cleaned up the remains of the delicious pot roast and vegetables that we'd
just inhaled.

It was still pretty early, around 7 or 8 p.m. and the sun was just
beginning to set.  The evening would be a hot one, so Johnny told his mom
that we wanted to go swimming for a little while.  She said sure, so we
headed back out to the pool.  I thought we were going to go change back
into our swimsuits, but Johnny just led the way out into the backyard.  I
told him I thought we were going to go swimming and he said, "We are."  We
just hung out for a bit and talked about whatever it was we talked about
back then.  Then he asked me if I wanted to swim now.  I said sure and he
whipped off his t-shirt.  When he sat down on the deck and pulled his shoes
and socks off I asked him what he was doing.

"We can swim in our underwear."

I immediately got embarrassed and excited by the idea.  When I hesitated
Johnny laughed at me, called me a queer and told me to hurry up.  I asked
him about his mom and he told me that she couldn't see out into the
backyard from where she was and that she never got up when she watched "her
shows" until they were done, so we were safe.  Shrugging, I pulled off my
clothes except for my briefs and waited for Johnny to pull his shorts off.
It was like he was checking to see if I had a boner before he took his
shorts off, and when he saw that I didn't he shucked his shorts down and
kicked them off onto the deck.  He wasn't hard, either.  We whooped and
jumped into the pool.  It felt amazingly cool and supportive, like we were
floating on clouds, without a care in the world.  But as soon as I got
accustomed to the coolness of the pool, I could feel my dick begin to go
hard, knowing that Johnny and his dick were thinking dirty thoughts about
me.  We swam around for a few minutes and then treaded water as we caught
our breath.  I looked over at Johnny and he looked back at me.  I started
smiling for no particular reason other than that my dick was now fully hard
in my briefs and felt so awesome pressed against my groin.  He must have
known what was going on under the water because he nodded and started
laughing, as though he was wordlessly saying, "Me, too."

He paddled over to the side of the pool and pulled himself up onto the
ledge.  When he turned himself around to sit down I saw that not only was
Johnny hard too, but his big, purple dick head was poking out of the side
of his wet briefs.  I laughed because I didn't know how else to respond.
It was kind of freaky swimming around like this is his backyard pool,
knowing that his mom was inside the house.  Here we were, already horny as
hell and getting ready to make our first assault of the long night ahead on
each other.  He jerked his head towards the spot beside him and I swam over
to the pool's edge.  He reached out a hand to help me out of the pool, and
when I grabbed it I pulled him into the water instead.  The move surprised
him and when he surfaced he looked pissed off.  For a second I thought he
was going to go on one of his tirades but he didn't.  Instead, Johnny
sputtered and then splashed water at my face so fast and hard that I was
blinded for a few seconds.  That was long enough for Johnny, who lunged
forward and knocked me backward into the water.  As I flailed around trying
to regain my bearing I felt his hand grope around my waist before covering
and squeezing my hard dick underwater.  I had regained my equilibrium by
now and I reached under the water and grabbed back at him.  My hand made
contact with Johnny's cockhead and I pulled it out sideways from the leg
opening in his briefs, stroking it a few times before he laughed and pushed
off from me, swimming back to the side of the pool.  I swam over to Johnny
and we both hugged the edge of the pool, laughing and gasping for breath as
the water calmed and became nearly still again.  The silence was full of
tension and after a moment he asked me if I wanted to go back inside to his
room.  I nodded and we climbed out of the pool, our dicks only half-hard
now.  We quickly pulled our shorts back on, gathered up our remaining
clothes and quick-stepped back inside the house.  His mom called out to us
as we came inside, asking us if we had a nice swim and telling us not to
drip pool water all over the house.  Johnny called back that we were going
to watch TV in his bedroom now.  His mom just murmured her OK and we
scampered down the hallway to his room.

It seems like some of the best experiences of my youth are represented in
my memory by the closing of bedroom doors.  As soon as we were back inside
Johnny's room and he had shut the door, we both just looked at each other
and blushed while we nervously giggled.  Now that we were on Johnny's
private turf we both knew that there was nothing to really stop us from
doing whatever we felt like doing.  It gave us the thrill of freedom and
all the importance that carries for young teenagers.

By now it was almost dark outside and Johnny turned on the TV before he
flipped the overhead light on.  I wanted to shower again to get the smell
of chlorine off, so I told him that I needed to take another quick shower.
He told me I'd have to wait because he was going to do the same thing
first.  I settled in on Johnny's bed and watched TV while he left to take a
quick shower; he was back within 5 minutes.  I took my turn and when I came
back into his bedroom Johnny had changed into a pair of old cut off
sweatpants that ended just above his knees.  He was shirtless and had
stretched out on his bed, leaning on one elbow so he could see the
television.  I hadn't brought anything to change into so I just put my
grimy shorts back on, the same ones I had been wearing since Friday.  I
didn't bother with the briefs because I figured they'd be off pretty quick
anyway.

We were both pretty nervous now that we were alone because we both knew why
he had invited me to spend the night.  As soon as I came in, Johnny jumped
off his bed and went over to the TV to change the channel a few times
before settling on our favorite evening channel, the one that played old
sci-fi movies.  I just stood there, not really wanting to get onto his bed
because I thought it would look like I was anxious to start doing sexy
stuff.  While I was showering I decided I'd make Johnny make the first
move; that way, if he did decide to blab afterwards at school, I could in
all honestly say that he had been the one to start it.  As he turned around
and headed back to his bed he gave me the once-over, his expression
slightly evil and mocking.  Still standing there, I watched him as he
jumped back onto his bed and got comfortable.  He was on one side on the
bed and clearly was leaving room for me to climb up beside him.  So I did.
At first we just leaned against the headboard and watched TV, neither of us
saying a word, for about 10 or 15 minutes.  The silence was making me
crazy.  I was thinking maybe this was all a mistake and I should just go
home.  With this thought in my head, I was surprised but relieved when
Johnny moved his legs a bit and bumped his sock-covered foot against mine.
I didn't move mine away from his and after a few seconds he started
stroking my foot with his, just lightly pressing and brushing it against
mine.  I started stroking and pressing back and after a little bit he
started to chuckle quietly.  Thankfully, it broke the tension between us
and I knew everything was going to be just fine.

I sat up and pulled my stinky t-shirt off and tossed it onto the floor.
When I leaned back I made sure I was a little bit closer than I had been
before.  We still weren't really saying anything to each other, but I
noticed that our breathing had gotten quicker and a bit shallow.  All of a
sudden he said, "You ready yet?"  I just smiled and gave him a slightly
puzzled look.  He laughed and said I was stupid, so I punched him on the
thigh.  Faking pain, Johnny moaned and scooted himself down flat onto the
mattress.  I laughed back at him and told him to shut up cuz I knew it
hadn't hurt him.  He ignored me and kept rubbing the spot on his thigh
where I had punched him.  His hand was moving closer to his crotch with
each rub and the mound of dick in his shorts began getting bigger.  I could
feel my own hard dick leaking precum onto my leg and it amped up my sex
drive like I couldn't believe.  Johnny stopped moaning and acting and
started rubbing his cock with slow, smooth strokes.  He arched his hips up
off the bed and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his sweat-shorts
and then raised his knees up towards his chest and pulled them off.  As
soon as I saw the rigid state of his prick I shimmied out of my shorts,
too.  We were both naked now, except for our socks, and both our dicks were
in major boner mode.  Finally I got my chance to look at his naked body all
I wanted without having to worry about Larry and Eddie wondering why I was
staring so hard at Johnny's nakedness.

He looked good, real good.  My dick was longer than Johnny's but not nearly
as thick.  His balls were reddish-looking with a few dozen soft black hairs
on them and he already had a fairly thick thatch of hair surrounding his
cock.  Hair meant maturity and to us it was supremely cool to have that
much hair around your dick.  Johnny didn't miss a thing, and as I continued
staring at his bush and what it encircled, he began running his thick
fingers through it and bracing his rock-hard cock up straight.

"Go on," he whispered to me.  I knew what he wanted but I wasn't about to
do anything yet.

"You first," I whispered back.

"Fuck off, Danny, suck it."

"No, you do it to me first and then I promise I'll do it," I said.

"No way, you do it first.  You said you would."

"I did not.  I said I would do it if you would do it, too.  I never said
I'd do it first!"

I knew this was going to go nowhere, so I added, "OK, let's flip for it."

He said OK and got a quarter from his desk.  He flipped and we called it in
mid-air.  He lost!  I couldn't believe it and at first he just fell back on
the bed and groaned in defeat, but then he started getting pissed-off.

"Fuck you, you SAID you'd do it, you AGREED to it first!'  You HAVE to do
it first!"  He was getting riled up but I didn't care.  Calling it was fair
and now he wanted to pussy out.  I wasn't gonna have it.

"Take it or leave it, Johnny.  You said we'd flip for it and you lost."
That was all I said.  He stared angrily at me for a few seconds and then
pounded his mattress hard one time and sulked for about 10 seconds.  What a
big fucking baby he could be at times.

Finally, he just sighed and said, "OK.  I'll do it first. But just for a
second and then you have to do me."

I agreed and then automatically got off the bed and just stood there.  We
had seen some dirty magazines before and this was how we usually saw it
being done, the guy standing and the girl on her knees.

Johnny walked over to me and got down on the floor.  We looked at each
other and started cracking up.  We were both really nervous and embarrassed
about what we were going to be doing in just a few seconds.  I told him to
hurry up and get started and he told me to shut up, but we were just
kidding each other.

I put my hands on my hips and thrust my hard dick out towards his head and
he recoiled as we both kept laughing.  Finally we got silent again and he
just looked at my dick with a big bead of precum oozing from it and then
back up to my face.

"You can't ever tell anyone I did this.  You gotta promise."

"I swear, man.  Just try it; it's probably not so bad."  I was trying to be
encouraging.

"OK.  Here goes," he said as he took a huge mouthful of air and squinched
up his eyes like he was about to plunge into deep water.  He exhaled and,
with eyes still squeezed shut, lowered his open mouth over my shiny
cockhead.  The feel of the warmth of his mouth hovering just fractions of
an inch over the tender young flesh of my wiener felt more incredible than
anything I had ever felt before.  I involuntarily thrust forward so I could
go deeper into his hot mouth, but he gagged when I did it.  He backed off
my dick and there were tears in his eyes from gagging.  We laughed and then
he licked his lips and went back down, holding onto the back of my skinny
hips.  I stood there without moving this time, and Johnny wrapped his red
lips around the head and then slowly lowered his face over my cock until he
had a good half at least in his mouth.  My whole body was flooding with new
sensations, like nothing I had ever experienced before.  I grabbed his head
and cupped it in my hands as I slowly pumped into his mouth.  I could feel
my nuts keep seizing up inside their sack.  I was gonna bust a nice big nut
when I was ready, I could tell.  Johnny's head was bobbing gently up and
down for a good minute before he came up for air.  Then he stood up looking
kind of smug and satisfied and said, "Now you do it."

For some reason I thought I would be more comfortable if he sat on side of
the bed while I sucked him, so we moved into that position.  Johnny's eyes
were glittering with a sort of nasty bravado, almost as if he was proud of
himself for having the nerve to suck another boy's dick.  When I saw that
look I knew I had to try to do it better than he did it.  We were always
competing with each other over things we did, and sucking dick appeared to
be yet another one.  I spread his thick thighs and scooted up between his
hairy legs.  First I took his dick in my fist and jacked him off a few
times.  Johnny liked that and leaned back on his elbows.

"Suck it," he said again, this time louder and sort of demanding.  He
looked sexy.

I decided I would start out slower than Johnny had done, cuz I didn't want
to gag. When I bent down to get ready I could smell his sweaty balls, and I
remember how it made my cock throb so hard.  I was totally excited and
horrified by what I was about to do, but I definitely had been thinking
about this for a few weeks now.  I hocked up a gob of spit and leaned down
to spit it on his glistening cock head.  When I did that he giggled, but it
turned into a little gasp when I licked the length of his thick shaft from
the underside of the big purple helmet head all the way down to his balls.
Johnny shivered and clutched the bedspread in his hands.  I licked back up
and then swirled my tongue all around the ridge of his dickhead.  He
squealed and sort of spasmed when I did that and then he just moaned and
laid back on the bed.  It really wasn't bad at all, in fact I liked the
feel of Johnny's hot thick meat, hard and throbbing under my tongue as I
struggled to get it all into my mouth.  When I first opened my mouth to
take him inside it felt like I was trying to take a bite out of a huge
sandwich.  No way was I going to be able to get it all in my mouth.  His
cock head was so broad it was like trying to suck one of those giant
jawbreakers, but I was determined and went down on him.  I forced myself to
relax my jaw and that did the trick.  I was able to take the whole head in
my mouth without biting or gagging, and from there it got easier because
his cock tapered down to the root.  I paused after I got the first third in
my mouth and worked on flicking and swirling my tongue all over it.  Johnny
was in ecstasy, thrashing and squirming around on his bed.  I was getting
off on the fact that he was loving it so much.  When my jaw and throat were
almost totally relaxed I worked on taking the rest of his veiny shaft down
my throat.  I was surprised at how easily I could swallow his whole dick,
right on down to his hairy balls.  I sucked on his dick like it was the
best dessert I had ever tasted, and it actually did taste really good to
me.  The precum I was milking out of his prick tasted salty and slick in my
mouth.  When I started sliding my head up and down his cock, Johnny went
wild.  He groaned loud and I tapped his tummy to remind him to keep it
quiet.  He raised his head up off the mattress and looked at me with a
slightly pained, crazed expression on his face, eyes shining like glass,
mouth partially opened in stupid, mindless pleasure.  He started quietly
grunting.  He reached out and grabbed my ears and started fucking my face
pretty hard.  Luckily, I was able to let him do it without having to gag.
Johnny's eyebrows shot up in delighted surprise when he realized he could
bang away at my mouth without having to go easy on me.  I was happy with
myself and now fully understood that sense of bravado Johnny had displayed
after successfully sucking my 6" cock.  I let his hard dick go and crouched
down further so I could try something new and even bolder.  I ran my tongue
over his nuts and he moaned again, startled and surprised by my boldness
and this new sensation.  I kept putting my tongue under his balls and then
flicking my tongue upwards so I could get better leverage on them.  I
popped one of his nuts into my mouth and sucked greedily on it until Johnny
said it hurt and to go easy.  When I eased up on the sucking, I knew that I
had found something that Johnny liked as much as getting his dick sucked.
He kept watching me as I suckled his balls and then he said, "Smell my
nuts."  I almost choked because it sounded hilarious to me, but I did it
anyway.  Johnny's nuts smelled good, strong and musky but still a little
bit like the swimming pool.  My instinct was to keep licking him all over;
I might have even worked my way down to his butthole but I was afraid that
would be too much even for Johnny, and truthfully, I was afraid to try it
anyway, so I backed off and sat back on my heels.

"That felt great!" he said, his face full of conflicting emotions.  I could
tell that he was confused and sort of in awe.

"Do me again now," I told him and he smiled at me and patted the mattress
next to him.

Now that the initial preliminaries were over, we had a lot of fun playing
with each other's bodies.  Johnny was pretty aggressive and wild once he
got relaxed and realized I wasn't going to play any tricks on him.  I felt
the same way.  When I sat down next to him on the bed he reached over and
stroked my stiff dick gently but firmly.  He had a good grip and jacked me
off almost as good as I did it to myself.  The sight of Johnny, naked and
sweating like a horse, pumping my cock in and out of his strong fist, was
almost more than I could bear.  I felt a huge surge of love for him; I
would have done anything he asked me to do at that moment.  So instead of
making him take his turn right then, I bent down and swallowed his cock
again.  Johnny hissed out, "Goddamn!" and grabbed a handful of my hair
before I pushed him backwards onto the bed.  After I sucked him for a while
I sat up fast and said, "OK, NOW do me!"  We laughed for a second or two
and then he sat up, pushed me backwards onto the bed, and this time did a
much more relaxed and better job of sucking my boner.  He cupped my balls
in one hand and let the other rest on my stomach.  Every once in a while
his fingers would lightly stroke my belly, just enough to get me harder but
not enough to make me laugh from being ticklish.  We was doing a really
good job and all of a sudden I felt like I was going to shoot.  I pushed
his head off my dick and just panted while I told him he had almost made me
cum in his mouth.  He made gross ewww-ing sounds and kept laughing and
telling me he'd have kicked my ass if I had cum in his mouth.  I asked him
if he ever tasted his sperm, something he had pointedly asked Larry and me
earlier that morning.  He surprised me by openly saying yes, but that was
different because it was his own sperm.  But something told me he could
easily be talked into letting me cum in his mouth if I'd let him cum in
mine.

We took a break from fooling around for a few minutes, but neither of us
went soft.  I asked him if I could try fucking his butt crack like I had
let Larry do to me that morning.  I also told him all about how awesome it
felt and that he could do it to me, too.  I was discovering that Johnny was
as much of a horndog as I was.  I had always thought that I was the one
with the nastiest imagination in our group, since it seemed like I was
always the one to suggest sexy stuff to do with each other.  But now I
thought that Johnny was probably as adventurous as me.  He told me that he
wanted to try it anyway, especially after Larry had kept talking about it
that afternoon.  So he said that he'd be nice and let me do him first, but
not to jizz in his buttcrack cuz it'd feel gross.  I told him no, that part
felt good too, but he wasn't sure about that.  I had to promise that I'd
let him know when I was about to cum and he said that he'd decide then.

Johnny rolled over onto his side and I hocked a wad of spit and slicked up
my dick.  Another spitwad got his butt crack nice and wet and I scooted up
close to him, throwing one leg over his and half climbing on top of him,
maneuvering my boner in between his butt cheeks.  His crack felt great,
nice and warm and slippery.  Johnny had a little bit of dark fuzz lining
his ass crack and it felt soft and silky.  I could have cum really fast but
I wanted to save it for a while.  As I started sliding my dick up and down
Johnny quietly said that it DID feel awesome.  He was jacking himself off
like a fiend and I had to tell him not to go too fast or he'd cum before he
knew it.  He laughed and stopped jacking for a minute, but he kept
thrusting his hips back and forth, just like he was still beating off or
like he was fucking.  His body was drenched in sweat and the bedspread was
getting damp beneath him.  Even his hairy legs had a sweat sheen on them.
A funny thing about Johnny's body hair at 13 years of age was that while he
had more pubes than the rest of us (and hairier legs, too) his pits were
still fairly smooth with just a light dusting of dark hair in them.  In
contrast, my pits were already pretty hairy and I loved looking at them in
the mirror.  Like I mentioned earlier, to all of us hair was cool and we
were proud of the hair beginning to appear on our bodies.  Whenever the 4
of us got together and the talked turned to sex and jerking off, we would
casually offer updates on our body hair.  I can't even count how many times
we would take our shirts off and raise our arms so we could all look at
each other's pits to see how much hair we had growing there.  For myself,
the smell of our deodorant-free armpits was like an aphrodisiac.  My cock
would get hard in a heartbeat when we'd compare our pits, especially if we
were stinky from playing hard or hadn't showered for a day or more.
Johnny's sweat was pretty strong and peppery, different from my sweat smell
and not nearly as pungent as Larry's.  I liked Larry's scent the best, but
Johnny's was pretty damn good and skunky, too.  As I continued fucking his
butt crack I was breathing in deeply, inhaling the good healthy stink of
Johnny's b.o.  My pits were streaming too and our combined smells made me
pump his butt harder and faster.  I flung my arm around him and rubbed his
nipples and Johnny moaned again.  He couldn't keep his hand off his dick
for very long and had gone back to jacking himself off.  I reached down and
batted his hand away so I could stroke him while I fucked his crack.  Not
having anything to touch now, Johnny grabbed and clutched at anything he
could reach.  He was destroying the bed, making huge lumps and wrinkles in
the bedspread from the force of his grasping.  I was getting close to
shooting so I slowed my pace down and slowly slid my slicked-up dick up and
down his crack.  I let go of his cock and brought my hand back behind him,
lightly stroking his back and shoulders before fingering his crack and
tickling his butthole a few times while I slapped his ass with my hard
dick.  Johnny squealed when I did that, then laughed and called me a queer
again and told me I better not get any ideas about trying to cornhole him.
I was sort of surprised that he didn't bitch about that more than he did,
but he was obviously into it and I knew that he was loving every second of
the sensations I was making him feel.  What surprised me the most though
was that he didn't say a word when I tentatively nuzzled the back of his
shoulders and lightly bit and licked them.  I took it a step further and
kissed his neck a bit and he just groaned more than ever.  I knew from
goofing around with my nephew that making out added a whole new level of
sexiness when you were beating your meat with a buddy, but I figured that
that was something only me and my nephew would ever do.  I made out with
Eddie sometimes when I'd fuck around with him, but that was different for
some reason and it didn't count.  It wasn't sexy or much fun when I did it
with Eddie, actually, but it helped get me amped up enough to shoot my
load, and that was all I cared about back then.

When I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer I told Johnny that he
could take his turn on my ass now if he wanted to, and he turned over onto
his back as I pulled away from him.  We looked at each other and laughed
quietly, then Johnny rolled onto his side and told me to show him my butt.
He went through the exact same spit-lube process that I had done to him a
few minutes ago, and in no time he was on me and pumping his thick cock
between my cheeks.  It felt incredible.  I had never had such a fat cock in
my crack before and Johnny's felt snug and strong between my sweat- and
spit-soaked cheeks.  He was all over me.  His wet armpits were sliding all
around my shoulders and arms and his sweat felt cool and slick on my skin.
His breath was beating against my shoulders and neck and his hairy legs
felt scratchy and masculine rubbing against mine as we wrestled around on
the bed.  After a minute or 2 of this, he started kissing and biting my
neck and shoulder.  I turned my head towards his and he knew what I was
trying to do.  He stopped humping my butt for a second, as if he were
thinking about something.  My mind was reeling from all of this
over-stimulation, but when he spoke it sort of shocked me out of my bliss.

"Hey Danny, you know I'm not a queer, right?"

I knew exactly what to say, having had a similar conversation with my
nephew shortly after we had started to fuck around the previous year.  The
mind works fast when it comes to sex, and you're 13!

"Oh yeah, of course not.  I'm not a queer either.  I mean, all we're doing
is practicing for girls, that's all."

I knew this was what he needed and wanted to hear; personally, all I knew
was that fucking around with boys felt great and at that time I still
wasn't really thinking in terms of either/or, anyway.  I would just as
readily have fucked a girl if I knew any that were as adventurous as us
guys were.  But girls still had a foreign, mysterious quality about them
that made us nervous.  With each other, we could be much more relaxed and
bold, probably because we had a good idea of exactly what the other guys
were feeling in their bodies whenever we messed around together.

"Yeah, it's not like we'd do this if we had girlfriends or anything.  We're
just trying stuff out for later on when we fuck girls," he said, readily
agreeing to my suggestion.

"Sure, that's all," I answered quickly.

He smiled and laughed again, and I laughed with him.  We looked at each
other and then he shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows in that
"what the hell, why not?" way of his.  Suddenly he turned his body towards
mine, instead of turning his back to me so I could go back to pumping his
butt crack.  I wasn't sure what he wanted so I just lay there, waiting for
him to make a move.  Before I knew what was happening, Johnny kissed me on
the mouth and then giggled and said he felt like a queer.  I laughed back
and told him I knew what he meant but that it was OK because we weren't
really queers at all.  He nodded once and then leaned in for another kiss.
This time I was ready for him and after letting him kiss my lips I parted
his lips with my tongue and slid it into his hot, wet mouth.  I don't think
he had ever French kissed before because at first he just froze and let me
work my tongue around in his mouth.  His breathing got hard and ragged and
he started groaning and whining as he realized that it felt really good to
make out while you jacked off.  He began responding to this new sensation,
sucking my tongue and then forcing his as deep into my throat as he could.
Johnny learned how to French during this encounter, as he told me the next
day, and he loved it.  What boy doesn't?  Like hyperactive puppies, we had
found something new to chew on and saliva was dripping down our chins each
time we came up for air.  The more spit we produced, the hornier and more
into it we got.  It felt better than anything I had ever experienced before
with my buddies.  We were now rubbing our engorged dicks together and
pressing them against our stomachs while we bucked back and forth.  Our
torsos were smeared with all the precum we were both pumping out, making
our rubbing together feel all the more masculine and nasty.  He felt so
amazingly good against me that I hugged him and rolled myself over onto my
back so that he was on top of me.  He forced my legs farther apart with his
knees so he could fuck my crotch harder and deeper.  I was grabbing at his
ass cheeks now, pressing him tight against my hard dick, feeling his butt
muscles flex and contract with each furious thrust.  It almost felt like we
were fighting and it got so intense that for a moment I thought I was going
to pass out.  He rolled us over so that I was now on top of him.  I kept
kissing him and licking his face every once in a while.  When I pulled my
tongue out of his mouth he gasped and arched his hips up into mine and
hugged me hard.  I bit his throat and almost gave him a hickey but he
started giggling and I realized what I was doing.  I moved away from his
throat and started kissing and licking his shoulder before moving down to
his chest.  The stink of his sweat was getting stronger and sharper the
rougher we got with each other.  I think I even shoved my face and tongue
into his armpit for a second and licked him there until he was whimpering.
When I started sucking and biting his hard, erect nipples he almost
screamed but stifled it fast, turning the yell into a great ecstatic moan
of pleasure.  Johnny was a lot of fun to play around with and I was as
delirious as he was.  I went back to brutally making out with him and as
soon as our tongues were back in each other's mouths he rolled us over
again so he was on top.

There was no stopping either of us now.  I knew that he was going to blow
any time, so I raked his back with my fingers and clutched his ass in my
sweaty hands, smacking his ass hard a few times to get him to pump harder
and faster.  He ran his hands over my hair and face while he kissed me, one
arm bent above my head so that it was cradled in his arm.  Our legs and
feet kept getting tangled and our bodies felt like they were on fire.  Like
the rest of our bodies, our feet were hot and sweaty and the smell of our
dirty, damp socks began to fill his room with a heady stink.  Johnny raised
his face off mine and I could tell from his expression that he was going to
shoot any second.  He started huffing and biting his lower lip, screwing up
his face with the exertion of fucking so hard.

Johnny was swearing and muttering now, hissing dirty words into my face.

"Fucking son-of-a-bitch goddam fuck fuck ahhhhhhhh FUCK!"  He was almost
bellowing so I smacked his ass again and he grunted out, "I'm gonna sperm!"
just as I felt that uncontrollable urge to let loose, too.

"Me too, oh fuck, fuck me Johnny, I'm gonna nut! " I managed to rasp out
and then we both gasped hard a few times as Johnny buried his head into the
pillow beside my face.  Our bodies contorted and I imagine that if anyone
walked in at that moment it would have been hard to tell which limbs
belonged to which body as we writhed around on his bed. A blast of heat
roared up the length of my stomach and then another as we both burst loud
and long like fireworks on the 4th of July.  I couldn't believe how thick
and slick and hot our stomachs and chests were getting and it seemed like
it was never going to stop.  I felt him shiver and goose bumps covered his
back and shoulders as his writhing slowed down into periodic jerks and
spasms.  I kept bucking into him, emptying my balls till it felt like I'd
pumped out all the cum I'd ever produce.  All of a sudden something was
tickling my side and then I realized that our sperm was running down my
side onto his bed.  I told him to get off and when he tried he couldn't at
first.  We had dumped so much cum onto each other that it was like hot
gluey goop had sealed us together.  He rolled off me and lay on his back,
both our young hearts pounding in our chests.  I laughed and told him to
look at how much sperm we had made.  He propped himself up on one elbow and
gazed at the sticky, shiny mess that coated our bellies and chests, even
examining the trickle of sperm that had run down my side.  He laughed like
a banshee when he saw that and I could tell by the nasty gleam in his eyes
that he thought it looked sexy.  We couldn't even talk for a few minutes.
We just kept looking each other over, amazed at how much cum we had
produced.  I ran my fingers through our mingled cum on my tummy and chest
and then smelled my fingers.  Johnny pretended to gag and told me I was
nasty, but he was laughing excitedly the whole time.  He asked me what it
smelled like and I ran my fingers over his belly and held them out for him
to sniff.  He bent down a bit timidly to take a whiff and I tried to wipe
my hand across his cheek.  But he was too fast for me and rolled himself
off the bed onto his feet, laughing.

We used an old t-shirt of his to wipe up and then we quickly got into our
shorts again.  Both of us were hungry now, and he told me to go with him to
get some snacks from the kitchen.  We walked down the hall, and the TV in
the living room was blaring away.  We thought that his mom would still be
watching TV, but as we turned the corner into the kitchen we were surprised
to find her there, making some Jello and slicing a banana into the bowl of
steaming strawberry-red liquid.  We stopped short in our tracks for a
second but recovered quickly and continued into the room, Johnny opening
cabinets and getting out a big bag of potato chips and then bowls for ice
cream.  He said hi to his mom and she said "hi, sweetie" back to him.  I
sort of hung back and let Johnny do the work while he and his mom talked a
bit.  She asked us what we had been doing in his room and we both sort of
froze.  She said that we had been making a lot of noise and that we both
looked like we had just run around the block.  Johnny and I laughed and he
told her that we had just been wrestling around as he exchanged a guilty,
panicked look at me.  She laughed softly and told him not to wear me out.
Johnny and I cracked up and laughed loudly, but his mom didn't have any
idea of why that line was so funny to us.

As we were getting ready to go back to his room, she said, "You boys need
to start using deodorant."

Johnny rolled his eyes and whined, "Mom!!"

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about.  When boys get to a certain age
their sweat starts smelling like a man's and that's when you know you need
to start wearing deodorant," she explained.  "You're growing up, that's
all."

Johnny just sighed and said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah.  OK, Mom, we will.
G'night!"  And with that he turned to me and motioned me to make a fast
retreat back down the hall.  As soon as we had the door shut we looked at
each other and started giggling.

"Wow, I thought my Mom knew what we were doing in here for a second.  I
almost died!" he said, and I agreed with him.

We shucked our shorts off again and spent the next hour or so stretched out
on his bed watching TV.  We were leaning against the headboard and it felt
great to relax naked like this, stuffing our mouths with snacks.  First we
had our bowls of Rocky Road ice cream.  Johnny must have been perpetually
horny because at one point he let a partial spoonful of it drop onto his
dick and then just looked at me expectantly, motioning with his eyes for me
to lick it off.  Which I did.  We laughed about that for a good 5 minutes,
but it was exciting to lick the delicious stuff off his cock, and then I
made him try it on me.  We went back to watching the television, but I
could sense that Johnny was gearing up for another round of sex fun.  We
were working on the bag of chips now, and Johnny had crumbs scattered over
his chest.  When I mentioned it to him he just smiled and brushed them
(intentionally) down his torso and into his crotch.

"Hey.  Why don't you suck these crumbs up outta my pubes?"  He started
snickering that nasty, mean-spirited laugh of his, but this time I found it
exciting and like a challenge, so I leaned over and sucked up the potato
chips crumbs just like a vacuum cleaner.  I did it that way on purpose
because I knew it would look and sound funny.  We both cracked up about
that for a few minutes.  Once I had all the crumbs sucked up he crumbled
another chip onto his crotch and I did it all over again.  I had to
actually suck on his pubes to get all the crumbs and by the time I was
finished his crotch was slimy with my spit.  We did this maybe 3 or 4
times, and by the last chip Johnny was rock hard again.  I was too.  I
decided to take it a step further, so I grabbed a chip from the bag,
crumbled it up, flipped myself onto my stomach and reached behind myself
and let the crumbs scatter all over my naked ass.  I told him to get to
work and at first he just snorted and sneered at me, telling me I only
wished I could be so lucky as to get him to do it.  But I could be
relentless, too.  I ignored him and kept telling him, "C'mon.  Do it."  He
finally just brayed that familiar scornful laugh and leaned over my ass and
sucked up the crumbs.  I could still feel some graininess on my ass and in
my crack so I told him to make sure he got them all.  Johnny whined that he
had sucked up all the crumbs he could, but I told him it wasn't good enough
and that he'd have to lick the rest off my ass.  His face went scarlet and
I guessed that it was from embarrassment, but it turned out to be
excitement, not shame that was causing him to blush so deeply.  I didn't
think Johnny would actually lick the crumbs off my ass but amazingly he
did.  He leaned over and flattened his tongue against my ass and swiped it
all over my butt cheeks.  My ass felt cool and wet from his spit.  When he
was through I told him that I thought there were still a few crumbs wedged
in my butt crack.  I could tell from the way his eyes glittered that he was
super horny again, so I told him matter-of-factly to stick his tongue
between my butt cheeks and lick them out.  But he wouldn't go that far, not
that I really expected him to.  My cock was hard as a rock under me and
when he was finished he slapped my butt hard and told me to turn over.
When I did, I saw that Johnny was jacking his fat dick in one fist as he
reached out to grab my prick and then leaned over to swallow it to the
root.  This time he didn't gag at all and I could fuck into his mouth as
much as I wanted.  It didn't take long for both of us to get close to
shooting again.  After we made out for a while I told Johnny that we should
get on the floor, side by side, and when we were ready to cum we should
throw our legs up and prop them against his bed and try to shoot in our
faces like Casey had done that first time we all jerked off together.  He
was all for trying it, and we got into position.  Heads leaning against the
bottom of his bed, we frenched and jacked until we were both close to
sperming.  I got there a beat or two before he did and when I swung my legs
up and got myself nearly bent double, Johnny swung himself into the same
position.  Cock aimed straight at my face, I doubled the speed and
intensity of my pounding and felt the cum surge out of my nuts and up my
shaft.  Johnny turned his face to look at me as I grunted and said that I
was about to nut.  He didn't even have time to reply I guess because the
next thing I knew Johnny had twisted his torso so that his sperm flew out
of his cock and splashed onto my forehead and across my lips.  He was
half-laughing and half-gasping as he watched the incredibly sexy sight of
his jizz slam against my baby-face.  The second I figured out what he was
doing, I did the same.  I jerked my dick to the side as I tried to twist
myself towards him.  My sperm shot out like a bullet and slapped against
his throat.  The next blast got him right between the eyes on the bridge of
his nose and then started to run down his cheek.  We had flung our legs
back to the floor by now, still jacking out the final little bursts of nut
onto our tummies.  Neither of us could even speak, we just lay there
panting and snickering, still randy and ready for anything nasty.  I swiped
up some of his cum from my lips and shoved my fingers into his panting
mouth.  At first Johnny tried to spit it back out but I barked at him "Eat
it!" and surprisingly he did.  He had his eyes closed for a second as he
swallowed and while he wasn't looking I ran my tongue all around my mouth
and I could taste the strong, bleachy taste of his sperm.  At first I
thought I was going to throw up but I willed myself not to and made the
happy discovery that his sperm tasted good and sort of nutty, no pun
intended.  His eyes flew back open and he got a gob of my jizz off his
cheek and made me suck it off his fingers.  I had been tasting my cum since
I shot my first load a couple of years earlier, but now I pretended like it
was the first time I had ever done it.  Johnny watched me with a look of
extreme interest and shock on his face as I licked his fingers.  I asked
him what his nut tasted like and he offered to let me lick the rest off his
cock.  Without hesitating I leaned over and took his half-hard dick in my
mouth and swirled my tongue all over it till I had it cleaned off.  Johnny
was making sounds of grossed out amazement but I could tell that it was
getting him off big time.

We fucked around most of the night, and the next morning was really
interesting.  But I'll save that story for another time.