Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2022 03:18:47 +0100 (CET) From: Brad Wallace Subject: Bradley's Sleepovers Chapters 1-3 Bradley's Sleepovers My name is Brad, and this is a collection of "almost" entirely true stories from my youth (names and a few details changed to protect the guilty). I had wonderful childhood growing up in the Midwest suburbs in the 70's and 80's in a neighborhood filled with kids to play with and parks to explore. I was the youngest of four kids (a brother and two sisters). My parents were conservative and strict, but that didn't keep me from having a childhood filled with lots of fun sexual experiences and exploits with friends. Some of my favorite times as a kid were at sleepovers. Sometimes they would be backyard campouts in an old musty tent, sometimes 3 or 4 of us sprawled out in sleeping bags in someone's basement den, or sometimes just me and a friend squeezed together in a small bed. Most of these nights were completely innocent fun, but a few turned into something a little different! If you're enjoying this, or other stories on Nifty, please make a donation to keep this site alive at https://donate.nifty.org/ Comments welcomed and appreciated. Chapter 1 -- Mikey (age 6) My very first sleepover (excluding family visits with cousins) was with my next-door neighbor, Mikey Wilson. We had lived next to each other for about 3 years in the middle-class suburbs of Columbus, Ohio, and played together almost every day. We had both just finished first grade and were excited about all the fun we planned to have over summer vacation. Mikey was a cute kid, with short, messy brown hair and a face full of freckles. He looked a lot like Bobby from the Brady Bunch. He had an older brother named Tommy (8) and an annoying little sister who was 4. I was short for my age, but athletic, with blond hair and blue eyes. Mikey was short like me, with a pretty average build for a 6-year-old. Our neighborhood was full of kids, and we were constantly playing football, baseball, kickball, riding bikes, and just doing all the normal things kids did in the 70's. Mikey had been pestering his mom for a week about having a sleepover and she finally relented. He was so excited when he invited me and talked 100 miles per hour about all the fun things we would do. My parents agreed and my mom packed a bag for me with a change of clothes, pajamas, and my toothbrush. She walked me over to their house and chatted for a while with Mrs. Wilson while Mikey and I ran off to his bedroom to drop off my bag. Even though I had been in their house countless times, I still remember feeling a bit awkward and uncomfortable knowing that I would be eating dinner there and staying with them all night. Mikey, Tommy, and I played for a while and then his mom announced that it was dinner time. I don't remember what we had for dinner, but I do remember his dad making ice cream floats for us for dessert. We went back to Mikey and Tommy's room (they shared a bedroom and had two twin beds on opposite walls) and played with GI Joe's and tried our best to keep his sister from constantly coming in and interrupting us. Around 8:30 or so Mrs. Wilson popped her head into the room and announced it was bath time. BATH TIME!?! My heart raced. She left and then I heard her turn on the faucet and start to fill the tub in the bathroom at the end of the hall. It had never occurred to me that I would have to take a bath at their house. Mikey and I had seen each other in our underwear before but never naked. As Mikey and Tommy got up off the floor and started getting undressed, I decided that maybe she just meant that the two of them needed a bath. Surely she wasn't going to bathe a kid that wasn't even her own. I decided to just ignore her and pretend she didn't mean me. She popped her head back in and noticed I was still playing with the toys and said, "you too Bradley". Oh no... Now there was no getting out of this. Mikey started to giggle because he could see how shaken I was about this. I looked over and he was down to his white briefs and nothing else. While looking me in the eye he dropped those to the floor and stood in front of me grinning, stark naked with a tiny little erection pointing straight out. I looked over at Tommy who was now also naked and heading out the door towards the bathroom. Holy cow! It's one thing to have to take a bath with these two, but I was not about to walk through their house naked. "Come on" Mikey said and dragged me down the hall. I followed him to the bathroom (still clothed) where Mrs. Wilson was just turning off the water and setting out some towels. Tommy was already in the tub and Mikey climbed in beside him. Their mom looked at me and said "Well you can't take a bath in all those clothes Bradley. Don't be shy, you're all boys. Let me help you" and started to reach over to help me undress. No way was that going to happen. "No, no thank you, Mrs Wilson. I... I can do it." I replied and dodged her reach, and then gave her an expectant look like "are you going to leave?" She rolled her eyes and said "OK mister" and left the bathroom. I looked over at Tommy and Mikey who sat in the tub full of bubbles grinning at me and teasing me about being so shy. I turned around and slowly removed my shirt, pants and socks which left me in my Batman briefs. I took a deep breath and dropped them and then as quickly as I could, spun around and hopped into the tub. It didn't take long for the awkwardness to turn into fun. It was crowded in the tub and as we tried to play with the little toy boats they had, we couldn't help but slip and slide all over each other in the soapy water. Mikey's erection had deflated, and I was able to get a pretty good look at him and his brother. Even though Tommy was 2 years older, their little penises were about the same size soft. And they were both circumcised like me. We played for a bit until his mom came back in. The bubbles had all gone and the water was clear. I was mortified to be naked in front of her, but she was not going to tolerate my modesty. "I need to wash those dirty little heads" she said and proceeded to kneel down next to the tub and grab a bottle of shampoo. She washed Mikey's hair first, then Tommy and then me. I kept my hands clasped tightly over my privates while she shampooed and rinsed my hair. Then she flipped the lever to drain the tub and said "ok, time to dry off" We all stepped out of the tub and she wrapped us in towels and dried us off. I tried my best to keep her from seeing anything, but it was impossible as she dried me all over. It felt so weird to have someone else's mom see me naked. When I was dry I realized I hadn't brought anything thing to change into. I reached for my clothes, but she said "Nope. You need to go put on your pajamas Bradley, these are dirty" Mikey and Tommy had already strolled naked down the hall, and I was forced to do the same. I scampered quickly to their bedroom hoping to avoid being seen by their father or little sister. When I got to their room, Tommy was slipping on a pair of briefs, but Mikey was still naked and jumping on his bed. His little penis was flopping up and down and starting to get hard again. He had taken my pajamas and underwear and was holding them over his head and laughing his head off. "Cut it out Mikey and give me my clothes!" I then noticed that my own little weenie had gotten hard as well. Mine was the same size as Mikey's but pointed up more than his. I had no clue about sex then and had no idea why my little weenie sometimes got hard. Of course Mrs. Wilson heard the commotion coming from the bedroom as I pleaded loudly with Mikey to let me get dressed. She stormed in yelling at Mikey to give me back my clothes. I was less concerned with my nakedness by now, but still tried to cover myself to some degree as she handed me back my pajamas. She then sat on the bed, hauled Mikey across her lap (still naked and hard) and gave him a few quick swats on his round butt cheeks. Tommy was laughing, but I was afraid I might get spanked too, so I stayed quiet. Things settled down after that. We played for a little longer and then Mrs. Wilson came back in and told us it was time for bed. I shared the twin bed with Mikey and we were all soon asleep. I still remember that night so vividly, as it was the first time ever seeing another boy (besides my brother) naked and hard, and the first time anyone else's mom ever saw me naked but wouldn't be the last. We had a great summer together but no more sleepovers and then, sadly, they moved out of town in the fall. I wonder if Mikey still remembers that night too? Chapter 2 -- Scott (age 9) After that first sleepover with Mikey, I would occasionally get invited to spend the night at other friends' houses or have sleepovers at my house. Lots of innocent fun on those nights, but nothing like what had happened before. That was until I got invited to spend the night at Scott's. I was 9 now and Scott Perkins and I were in the same 4th grade class. He was 9 like me and had a big brother who was 10, but almost 11 as he liked to point out. Scott was a little taller than me (I was still short for my age) and had light brown hair and brown eyes. He had a slim build like me, was maybe a little nerdy, and didn't enjoy sports as much as I did. He was smart and funny though, and we were pretty good friends. His brother Walter looked more like his twin than his older brother. They were just about the same size and looked identical. Scott lived next to a wooded area and he and his brother had built a fort in the woods that he was dying to show me. We had planned to play "war" with a group of his neighborhood friends and use his newly constructed fort as our base. I had been planning all week about what toy guns to take, what bits of camo clothing to pack, and other battle gear necessities. A little before noon on Saturday as my mom drove me to Scott's house with my change of clothes and arsenal of weapons, a thunderstorm rolled in. The sky was dark, and it was raining hard by the time we got to his house, with the occasional flash of lightning and boom of thunder making me sprint from the car to the front door. We scampered off to his room and prepared for battle. When we came back out and his mom realized where we were headed, she quickly and firmly put a halt to those plans. There was no way she was going to let us run around in the woods until this storm had passed. He and I stared out the kitchen windows hoping the storm would let up, but there was no end in sight to the downpour. We finally decided to play a board game for a while to kill the time and his big brother joined us in his room. His mom brought us some sandwiches for lunch, and we eventually got so engrossed in the game that we played for hours and didn't realize the thunder and rain had stopped. When we noticed the sun was back out, we started calling around to his friends in the neighborhood, but by that point it was either too close to dinner time, or their parents thought it was too wet and muddy to let them go out and play. Scott's mom noticed how disappointed we were and suggested that we could still go out and play in the puddles and have some fun. And since we were all wearing old clothing, she said we didn't need to worry if we got a little wet and muddy. The clothing I had on to play in was old and stained to begin with from lots of time spent in the dirt and in the woods so I knew my mom wouldn't be upset. The three of us bolted outside and into the yard, jumped and splashed in the puddles in his yard and then headed to the woods to check out his fort. The storm had blown away some of the boards, but we were able to retrieve most of them and get the structure put back together somewhat. In the process our clothes were getting soaked and dirty. Wally announced that he needed to pee and moved off to the side to do his business. I realized I needed to go too and joined him and was soon accompanied by Scott. Wally and I had unzipped our pants and fished out our dicks, but Scott dropped his pants and underwear to his knees and stood there bare-assed and giggling as we all peed together. I had never seen Scott naked, and I couldn't help but check them both out. Wally's wiener was a little bigger than mine, and Scott was about my size, but it grew stiff and bigger as he stood there playing with it as he peed. I felt my own cock start to stiffen and quickly stuffed it back in my pants. After playing in the woods for a bit we went to check out the empty lot a few doors down where a new home was about to be built. The lot had been cleared and was now one giant mud pit. We were planning on just looking at the bulldozer that was parked there, and maybe climbing on it, but quickly noticed a new mound of dirt that had been piled up by the dozer. It looked like a small mountain to us, and we rushed towards it to play king of the hill. We slipped and stumbled trying to get traction in the mud as we all tried to be the first to the top. Walter was almost to the top when Scott reached up and grabbed his ankle pulling him down, face first into the mud. Wally got mad and lunged at Scott, knocking him on his backside and causing me to tumble into the mud as well. After that we all laughed and whooped and hollered as we tried to scramble and crawl to the top getting muddier and muddier in the process. Wally and Scott were so focused on stopping each other from winning that I was able to slip past and claim victory. Victory was short lived however as they both turned on me and tackled me to the ground causing all three of us to slide back down to the bottom, wrestling and fighting along the way. I don't think I had EVER been this dirty and I don't think I had EVER had this much fun! Walter and I ganged up on Scott and were shoving handfuls of mud into his shirt and down his pants as he laughed and screamed for us to stop. It felt so "dirty" -- literally -- to be reaching into Scott's pants and feeling his butt cheeks as I shoved mud into his underwear. The tables turned and Scott got me pinned and this time he and Wally both reached down the front of my pants with handfuls of mud. I am sure they were able to feel my stiff little rod as they smeared mud all over me. About this time we heard their mother calling for us saying it was time to come home. When we appeared at the back door the look on her face was priceless. She went from shocked to angry to laughing all in about 2 seconds. "I know I told you boys not to worry about getting dirty, but THIS is NOT what I had in mind." She said while laughing at the three of us. And then with a stern look she said "Do not even THINK about coming into this house like that. Strip while I go get the hose." Oh no. Here we go again I thought. There was no way out of this. I was completely covered in mud and would have to get undressed in front of her. Maybe she'd let me keep my undies on. Scott and Walter were stripping down like it was no big deal. What if the neighbors see us? "Let's go boys" snapped Mrs. Perkins as she came back to the patio with the garden hose in her hand. She didn't even wait for us to finish undressing before she started spraying us with the hose. She quickly realized the mud was getting all over the patio, so she instructed us to move off the patio and out into the backyard, exposing us even more to neighbors on all sides, before returning to hosing us down. Walter and Scott were naked and squealing as the cold water sprayed on them. I was down to my underwear, my once white briefs now a dingy brown. Mrs. Perkins looked at me with a bit of sympathy in her eyes but said "Come on Bradley, everything off. I'm sure you don't look any different than these two knuckleheads." I lowered my briefs and stepped out of them, trying to cover my private bits as Walter and Scott giggled and squealed. She made us all turn around as she sprayed all sides, all the while shaking her head and asking how on earth we managed to get mud EVERYWHERE? After a couple minutes we were shivering from the cold water. She handed us towels and told us to dry off a little and then head straight for the shower to wash our hair and get the rest of the mud off. Great I thought, as if this wasn't embarrassing enough, now I have to be naked even longer with Scott and his big brother. Mr. Perkins had been watching and laughing from the back door at this whole scene and had gone into the bathroom that Walter and Scott shared and turned on the shower. He herded the three of us into the bathroom and made sure we all got into the shower and then left us alone. Not only had their mom seen me naked, but now their dad has too. I was less concerned with that though and eager to get into the hot shower to warm up. The cold water had shriveled our little peckers outside, but now that we were warming up I could feel the excitement from all of this cause my cock to start to get hard. I saw Scott looking at mine while his brother was washing his hair and I watched as his started to swell and grow and stick out from above his balls. We were both small, but I was a little longer and thicker than Scott. I didn't know anything about masturbation, but I began to fiddle with mine while watching the two of them soap themselves up and wash. Feeling our wet, soapy, slippery bodies rubbing against each other as we traded positions in the shower had gotten all three of us hard. Mr. Perkins came in to check on us and I saw him smirk as he noticed our erections when he pulled back the shower curtain. He didn't say anything though, he just held the towels for us and helped us dry off one by one as we got out of the shower. Once again, I found myself in a strange house, in a bathroom full of naked boys, with no clean clothes to put on. Luckily Scott's bedroom was right across the hall from the bathroom door. I don't know why I was even shy anymore. Everyone in their entire family, and possibly a few neighbors, had seen me in all my naked glory at this point. The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. We had dinner, set up his train track, and played until bedtime. There was a lot of giggling as we talked about the mud fight and the hose down his mom gave us afterwards. I felt my cock swell up again remembering how it felt to be so exposed outside and played with it until I fell asleep. Chapter 3 -- Jason (age 10) A year had passed since the mud fight at Scott's. He and I were still friends and had spent the night at each other's houses a few more times, but nothing as eventful as that first time. His parents always made us shower before bed, and sometimes we'd sprout boners. We would compare sizes and sometimes touch each other's in the shower, but nothing more than that. By age 10 I was getting more and more interested in my little cock and the cocks of other boys. Mine was getting hard much more frequently, and my older brother would tease me about it when he saw it making a tent in my shorts. I would occasionally get to see a friend naked when we changed to go swimming at the YMCA or when getting ready for bed at a sleepover. I was still completely clueless about sex (hadn't had "the talk" yet with my dad) and although I liked to squeeze and rub my little cock when it got hard, I still hadn't discovered how to truly masturbate. That was about to change though. Some of my parent's best friends lived a few hours away in Indianapolis and would visit us occasionally. They had two girls (ages 16 and 7) and a son, Jason who was about 18 months older than me. I was still 10 and he had just turned 12. Jason was big and strong and good looking. He had brown hair, blue eyes, a dark complexion, and bright white teeth with a killer smile. He looked like a child actor straight out of Hollywood, and he had the cocky attitude and confidence to go along with it. He was great at sports and his parents spoiled the heck out of him, so he always had the coolest shoes, fancy clothes, a cool bike, etc. I though he was the coolest kid ever and followed him around like a puppy whenever our families got together. He was nice to me, and I think he enjoyed how I idolized him. When they arrived on Saturday, Jason told me that had joined the Boy Scouts and went on and on about all the fun things he had done -- getting merit badges, the cool uniform, building pinewood derby cars with his dad, learning how to build fires and the best part -- their recent camping trip with the troop. He hinted that there were "other things" he would tell me about the scouts later though. As a family, we camped fairly often and had a big, old tent that was stored out in the garage. Jason and I convinced our dads to set up the tent and let us spend the night in the back yard. The house was cramped with the guests, so they didn't object to getting us out of the house and making some space for others to sleep. The tent was pitched, and we moved in sleeping bags, flashlights, a lantern, some toys and games and lots of snacks. It wasn't the Boy Scouts, but it was as close as we'd get that weekend. Our parents decided to have a cookout and build a bonfire that night which annoyed us. We were anxious to get some privacy and have the backyard all to ourselves. Around 9:30 the adults all had a pretty good buzz from the beer and wine they'd been enjoying all evening and finally went inside and left us alone. I knew my brother was going to try to scare us and sure enough, around 10pm he came out and started shaking the tent and trying his hardest to make scary noises. We didn't fall for it and just laughed at him and tried to blind him with the flashlights. We sat in the tent and talked some more. Jason was asking me about girls -- if I had ever kissed one? had I gotten to second base? Etc. I did have a crush on a girl that went to my school but hadn't yet worked up the nerve to do anything about it. He told me about a girl that he had made out with and had felt her boobs. He asked if I knew about sex and he promised to share his "wealth of experience" and information with me. I was getting horny and giddy with excitement. About 10:30 my dad stumbled out to the tent and scared the crap out of us when he tripped over one of the guy lines that went from the top of the tent to a stake in the ground. He said we needed to turn off the lantern, get in our sleeping bags and go to sleep. It was a warm night, so Jason and I stripped down to our briefs and got in our bags. We stayed quiet for a little bit until we were sure my dad was back in the house, and then we clicked on our flashlights and unzipped our bags. We sat across from one another in our tighty whities, and he proceeded to explain sex to me. Looking back, he had a pretty good grasp on the mechanics and anatomy and how things worked. I was excited, and amazed, and a little disgusted, and also disturbed that my dad had done that to my poor mother (at least 4 times, and maybe more!) Jason then went on to explain that there were things guys could do with each other too. Huh? This seemed crazy to me. First he asked if I had ever masturbated. I didn't even know what that meant. "You know... jerked off? beat your meat? stroked your salami??" I was bewildered. I had heard my brother and his friends joke about jerking off but I honestly thought that meant they were just being a jerk. I was so, so naïve at that age. Jason asked if my dick ever got hard. I nodded my head. "Is it hard now?" I looked down and gave it a squeeze to be sure and again nodded my head. "Mine is too" he said. "Do you want to see it?" I had seen Jason's before when we were younger and took baths together or changed out of swimsuits after being at the lake but hadn't seen it in a couple years and had never seen it hard. "Yes please" I squeaked out. Jason pulled down the front of his briefs and out popped the biggest boner I had ever seen. It was probably 4 ½ inches, very hard and very thick. Much thicker than mine. We were trying to keep our flashlights in the sleeping bags so we wouldn't create too much light and cause our parents to come out again, but for this, I needed a clear look. I grabbed my light and shined it at his crotch. His cock stood up straight and had a pale red tip. The head was wider than the shaft making it look like a pink mushroom, and he had a small patch of pubes at the base of his wiener. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. "Now show me yours" he said. I sat the light back down and nervously pulled down my underwear to mid-thigh. Mine was probably 3 ½" and looked small compared to his, but I beamed with pride when he said, "that's a nice one Brad". He lifted up his butt and pulled his briefs off completely, tossed them on top of his sleeping bag, and I did the same -- feeling exhilarated at being outside, naked, and with the possibility of someone coming out and seeing us. "So when you jerk off, you do this" and proceeded to grab his cock with two fingers and his thumb and started stroking. I watched and learned and was soon mimicking his motions. It felt better than how I had been doing it and I knew right away this was something I would want to do a lot. As we stroked, he proudly showed me the hairs that had started to grow above his cock. Of course I was still as smooth as a baby. I scooted closer to get a better look. As I bent down he lifted his hips up and put his cock right by my face. I caught a whiff of his boy scent -- a little bit of sweat and a little musky, but not bad. "At camp, me and the guys in my cabin would do this together out in the woods." That sounded like so much fun to me. All those naked boys stroking their hard penises. "There are other things we did too, but you're probably too little for that". That phrase was something all pre-pubescent boys hated to hear. "I am NOT too little! Mom says I'm very mature for my age!" I pleaded. "Please Jason. I promise I won't tell, come on". He looked at me and grinned, saying "Jerking off feels really good, but a blow job is even better. Do you know what that is?" Again, that was a term I had heard older boys use, and knew it was something naughty, but had no clue what it entailed. "close your eyes and I'll show you". "Why do I have to close my eyes?" I said. "Just do it and trust me. I don't want you to chicken out. This will feel great." My heart was pounding as I shut my eyes. I could hear and feel him shifting his position and then felt a warmth around my cock, followed by a wetness as he took my little cock in his mouth. I opened my eyes to see what was happening. All I could see was the back of his head and suddenly realized what he was doing. As good as it felt, I couldn't help but giggle. "What are you doing!?!" I said. "Did you put my willie in your mouth??" I couldn't believe someone would do that. It seemed so dirty. I peed out of that thing! Jason looked up with a slightly annoyed and embarrassed look on his face. He sat up and said "I knew you were too little for something like this." "No, no, no" I said. "I'm old enough. I was just surprised that you'd do that". "Didn't it feel good?" Jason asked. "Yeah it did. It kind of tickled. Will you do it again?" "I will, but you'll have to do it to me first" he said. I gulped. I so wanted to impress him and make him think I was cool like one of his 12-year-old friends. I didn't know if I could do it though. I looked at his wiener. It was still hard and looked a little shiny and wet at the end. "Did you pee a little?" I asked. He looked down, wiped his finger on the head of his cock and then showed me the clear drop of fluid on his fingertip. "It's not pee dummy, its precum." "What's that?" I asked. He quickly explained orgasms, cum, and precum with as much expertise as a 12-year-old could muster. It all sounded kind of gross and messy to me, but he assured me it was the best feeling ever. He said I could have a dry orgasm if I jerked off long enough. "So are you gonna do it or not little boy?" He really knew how to push my buttons; "little boy" was all I needed to hear to make up my mind. I took a deep breath as he leaned back on his elbows. I bent down and gripped his cock. Just touching his cock sent a shiver through me. It felt so big in my little hand. I felt it and stroked it a few times and heard Jason sigh. It made me feel good that I could make him feel that good. I bent down further and licked the tip. There was a bit more pre cum at the tip and I took a moment to taste it. Surprisingly, I really liked it. It was sweet tasting and not gross at all. I gave it a few more licks and then sucked an inch or so into my mouth. Jason gave me lots of encouragement and tips like how to use my tongue more and how to not scrape him with my teeth. I soon got the hang of it and realized I was really enjoying it. Jason was moaning and sweating and moving his hips as I licked and sucked. I could feel his cock throbbing. I knew I did not want any cum in my mouth, so when he said "Oh man, I'm getting close Brad... you're gonna make me cum" I gave a few more licks and then used my hand. His cock was slick with my saliva and my hand was making squishing sounds as I jerked him harder and faster. Suddenly his cock pulsed, and I felt a warmth on my hand. It pulsed again and this time I saw it shoot out of his cock and hit me on my cheek. I backed away a bit and watched as another spurt shot out and landed on my chest. After that it trickled out in milder pulses over my hand and eventually stopped. Jason was panting like he had just run a race and my heart was beating like crazy as well. I kind of froze. I had his stuff all over me and wasn't sure what to do with it. "Was that cum?" I asked. "Yep, that's cum." He reached out, wiped some off my cheek and then shocked me even more by licking it off his fingers. "Ewwww!" "Try it" he said. He wiped the other blob off my chest and held out his finger. I hesitated, but if he could do it then so could I. I leaned closer and sniffed it, then stuck out my tongue and gave it a little lick. Weird consistency, but not a bad taste. I think I liked his pre cum better. Before I could pull away he stuck his finger in my mouth and I licked the rest of it off. Jason smiled and laid back on his sleeping bag to catch his breath. His cock had deflated some, but mine was rock hard and I was rubbing it like he had taught me. His cum on my fingers was now lube which made it feel even better. When he heard me give out a little moan, he rolled over so he could watch better and then moved in closer. Jason brushed my hand away and took over expertly stroking me. He rubbed my tight little ball sack and used two fingers to bring me to my first ever orgasm. I was seeing stars and felt like I would pass out and he kept trying to shush me to be quiet. It was the most intense feeling I had ever had, and I wanted more and more. As we laid on top of our sleeping bags he told me all about the other fun stuff he had done at camp with his scout troop. The group showers full of naked, hard boys reminded me of the times I had showered over at Scott's house with his brother, but this sounded even better. The stories got us horny again and he showed me how to lay on top of each other and rub our cocks between each other's butt cheeks and then had me flip over and he lay on top of me again but this time with our cocks rubbing against each other. That felt amazing and he told me this is what fucking was like. After a few minutes of panting and grinding, he came again all over my belly. I loved the feel of his warm, sticky cum on my skin. We used our shirts to clean up and fell asleep shortly after that. I saw Jason usually once a year after that, but we never messed around again. He had a girlfriend the next summer and lost interest in fooling around with boys. Or so he claimed, but I had my doubts about that...