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This story is a product of my imagination. No real boy was involved, harmed, or abused in the process of writing it, but the boys described in the story do have sex with each other. If reading such stories upsets you, you've come to the wrong place. You are probably on the wrong site, and you have definitely clicked on the wrong link. Hit the back button and get the hell out of here.
The Boy Next Door
When I was eleven, we moved to Dallas from my hometown in East Texas. Al, a twelve-year-old boy lived across the entry hall to our apartments. I was almost twelve so we became fast friends. He invited me to his place for a sleep-over.
We were in the bathroom getting ready to take a bath. The tub was filling, and he was sitting on the edge of it looking up at me. I had just taken off my shirt.
"You got hair down there?"
"A little," I said, "just at the top of my dick."
"I got some," he said. "Maybe a little more than you. Does your dick get hard all the time."
"Yeah, it's always hard for no reason. It's kind of embarrassing sometimes. I was sleeping over at my aunt's house on a pallet on the floor in the dining room a couple of weeks ago in my underwear and woke up with her walking through the room. I looked down to see my hard dick sticking out the leg of my underwear. I didn't have any covers over me, so I know she saw it, and I don't know who else saw it, but I think her daughter did. While we were there, she kept glancing at my crotch and giggling behind her hand. Everytime she did it, I felt my face burn."
He sat watching as I pulled down my pants. The tub was still filling. We were taking a bath together. "How old's your cousin?"
"Fourteen."
"You think she's ever seen a boy's hard dick? Maybe, you let her see her first one."
"I didn't let her see it. My dick is always hard when I wake up, and it had snaked its way out of my underwear. It wasn't my fault."
"Is your dick hard now?"
"No," I said.
"Mine is," he said. "Want to see it?"
"Sure. I guess," and I felt my dick getting stiff. I had never seen another boy's hard dick. About the only time I remember seenng another boy's dick was on a campout at a friend's house last summer when we played strip poker, and none of us had hair yet.
Standing up, he took off his pants. I still had my underwear on. His hard dick stuck straight out. It was longer than mine. My dick went full blown hard and tented my underwear. He had more hair than I did. It spread up from his dick a couple inches or more. I just had a fine line of hair right above my dick.
"Want to touch it?" he said.
"I -- I guess."
"Do you play with yours?"
"Play with it? How?"
"You know...jack off. Do you jack off?"
I knew nothing about sex. The only dirty joke I'd heard, I hadn't understood. Once, last summer, a boy I met in the park was talking about sex, and I pretended to know what he was talking about, but I didn't. Something he said made me think that something came out of your dick and made babies, and when I got home, I went in the bathroom and flopped my dick back and forth. It got hard, but nothing else happened, and I gave up on it, thinking maybe I had misunderstood him.
"No," I said, "I'm not sure what that is."
"Do you want me to show you?"
I shrugged: "Yeah, sure."
Getting up off the tub, he turned off the bath water, walked over to me, and pulled down my underwear.
"Mine's bigger than yours," he said.
"You're older than me," I said. "Mine might get bigger."
"Maybe," he said, grabbing hold of my dick. "You do me, and I'll do you."
I loved how it felt, having him hold onto my dick. It almost took my breath away. "What do I do?"
"Just do what I do," he said, and he began stroking my dick.
"Fuck!" I said.
"Feels good, don't it? Do me," he said, and I began stoking his dick.
"Yeah," I said. I liked doing it. I liked holding his dick in my hand. I liked stroking it, but I especially like to have him stroke mine. I don't think anything had ever felt so good.
"It'll even feel better in a minute," he said, as he continued to stroke my dick.
After a minute, I felt a tremendous pressure build up in my groin, and then white stuff exploded from my dick in spurts, shooting out several inches. He was right. It felt great. It felt fucking wonderful, but it made me weak in the knees.
When I quit stroking his dick, he said, "Keep going. I'm about to squirt," so I kept going, and white stuff spurted from his dick.
"Wha -- what happened?" I said. "I'm kind of weak in the knees."
"You spurted; you e-jac-u-lated. You came. You had an orgasm, a climax. That's the stuff that makes babies. Yeah, that's how I felt the first time I squirted, but I don't anymore because, otherwise, I'd been weak all the time. I jack off four or five times a day."
"Want to do it again?" I said.
"Let's do something else," he said.
"Like what?"
"I'll show you," he said, "but you got to do me, too."
"Okay."
"You got to promise. If I do you, you got to do me. Promise you will."
I didn't know what he was going to do, but if it felt as good as jacking off, I was all for it. Still, I was shocked when he went to his knees and took my dick into his mouth. I was shocked that he would put my dick in his mouth, but as he bobbed his head back and forth on it, I was glad he had. It felt even better than jacking off, and I hadn't thought anything could feel better than that. It seemed like he had only just started when I spurted again, this time into Al's mouth. For a minute, I thought I was going to die, but if I had, I wouldn't have cared. It felt that good.
"Did you swallow it?" I asked when he looked up at me grinning.
"Yeah, sure."
"What does it taste like?"
"Suck mine, and you'll find out."
"I -- I don't know."
"You promised you would."
"Well, okay." If anyone had told me I was going to take a boy's dick in my mouth, I would have told him he was crazy, but I actually wanted to do it. It had felt great for me, and Al had seemed to enjoy doing it. I had liked jacking him off. Maybe, I would like sucking his dick.
I got to my knees and took his dick into my mouth. With his hand on the back of my head, he bobbed my head on his dick. Several times, his dick hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, but that didn't stop him. Then, I felt his spurt squirt into my mouth. It tasted like nothing I'd ever tasted before. I hadn't meant to swallow it, but he had swallowed mine, so I did. For some reason, it turned me on to swallow it.
We took our bath and went to his room with towels around our waists. I slept in my underwear so I hadn't brought pajamas, but I didn't even wear those to bed. We got under the covers naked. His hand found my dick, and my hand found his. We stroked each other to another climax spurting onto our stomachs. I knew I'd be doing a lot of jacking off from then on. I loved doing it. He scooted around until his mouth was at my dick and his dick at mine. As he took my dick in his mouth, I took his in mine. He soon spurted in my mouth triggering my orgasm, and I spurted in his.
"Want to try something else?" he asked.
By then, I was game for anything. After all, I had sucked his dick, hadn't I, not once but twice? I had swallowed his cum, which is what he called the white stuff.
Going to his desk, he came back with a jar of Vaseline.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"I use it to make my dick slippery when I jack off," he said, "but I got another use for it."
"What?"
"I'll show you." With that, he dipped his finger into the Vaseline jar and scooped out some. We had the covers back then and were still naked. "Get on your stomach," he said.
Like I said, by then, I was game for anything. I got on my stomach. He smeared some of the Vaseline on my butt-hole and stuck his finger in it. By then, I had figured out what was about to happen. Everything else he'd done had involved him sticking his dick in something, in my hand or in my mouth. He was about to stick his dick in my butt-hole, but he'd already stuck it in my mouth. How could him sticking it in my butt be any worse? I had enjoyed sucking him. I might enjoy getting fucked by him, because, as dumb as I was about sex, I had figured out that's what he meant to do, and I had loved everything else he'd done.
Looking back, I saw him smear more Vaseline on his dick. Then, he climbed on top of me. I felt his dick press against my butt-hole which resisted him at first but then gave up, letting his dick slide inside me. I didn't think I'd like it, but I did. I hadn't thought I'd like sucking his dick, but I had.
As he humped me, I raised my butt far enough to get hold of my dick and started jacking off. When he said, "I'm going to come. I'm spurting," so did I.
I don't know if it was my best climax -- I think the first one always has to rank right up there -- but it was great. Climaxing with a dick up your butt was something special I decided.
We didn't get a lot of sleep that night. I must have climaxed more than ten times. I lost count, but it had to be that many.
That was the night I discovered I'd had a fun toy all the time. My dick became my favorite play thing. I jacked off up to six times a day, although usually four or five was enough. I was a little careless about it. My mom walked in on me masturbating a couple of times.
"Doing that will make you nervous," she said, but she was mistaken. I only get nervous when I can't jack off.
I jack off everywhere, in the restroom at school or in the one at the mall. I jack off at the creek which runs through the woods close to the apartments. Often Al and I go to the creek, go skinny dipping, even though people walk along the creek all the time. We've never fucked down there, but we've sucked dick more than once, and we're always jacking off there.
A couple of months after we moved into the apartment, Al moved out. I was sure going to miss him. A week or two later, another family moved in. They had an eleven-year-old boy named Sam. He looked nothing like Al. Jewish, Al had black hair. Sam was a blond Catholic boy. I got real friendly with Sam, even though he was a year younger than I was. I had just turned twelve. I invited him to come over to spend the night at my place. We were in the bathroom about to take a bath. The water was running and I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. He had just taken off his shirt and was undoing his pants.
"You got hair down there?" I asked.