Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2023 13:20:33 -0600
From: statatomic@gmail.com
Subject: DISCOVERIES WITH JACE

DISCOVERIES WITH JACE
By Joseph Secor


On the cusp of becoming a teenager, Jace is already well on his way to
being a fully developed horny gay adolescent.  But when he discovers an
impossible trove of dirty treasures, he shares the secret with his best
friend, hoping for a moment that will change everything.

It was the summer before I turned 13 when mom told me she had gotten the
legal go-ahead to open up the little studio apartment, despite it having
been vacant for nearly four months.  All we knew was that the young guy who
had been renting there had suddenly been taken away by the cops.  All
attempts to reach him or his alternative contacts had failed.  So now it
was time to see what kind of clean up was needed to get his apartment ready
for another tenant.

Mom's a property manager and had been letting me make some extra money by
cleaning out her apartments and rental houses between tenants.  Usually,
very boring work, but in cases like this one--when someone disappears or
gets arrested or whatever--you never know what you're going to find when
you finally get the all-clear to open up the place and start the clean-up.
Usually it takes a couple of months to formalize the eviction, so one thing
you can count on is that when places go that long without power, their
fridges will stink like a garbage dump.  That's the main reason my Mom
relegates all of those clean-ups to me.  It's pretty much always going to
be gross.

But here's the thing: there's also usually a lot of random stuff that gets
left behind that we become legally responsible for clearing out. And
yeah--'clearing out' can occasionally mean 'keep,' which is why I don't
mind the gross parts. We've gotten a couple of TV's like that, clothes, a
nice set of chairs.  You just never know.  Maybe a nice laptop.  Maybe
piles of dog or cat shit.  When tenants just disappear, you couldn't even
guess what the place they left behind would look like.  Mom just turns the
utilities back on then turns me loose.

I always do the fridge first, get it out of the way.  So gross.  Then, I
wash up and inspect the rest of the place, treating it like a little
treasure hunt as my reward.  So far, this place was sparse, not a lot of
cool stuff, and I was starting to feel disappointed when I opened the
bathroom door.

It was like I found a mythical golden city. I almost thought I heard a
chorus of angels singing.  PORN.

Stacked on the vanity, strewn all across the white tile floor, even lain
along the edge of the tub, porn was stashed throughout the entire tiny
bathroom.  DVD's, VHS tapes, magazines & little dirty novels--but not just
any porn. My 12 year old heart nearly burst from happiness when I realized
I had stumbled into a goldmine of hardcore, explicit, gay male pornography.
Having recently figured out that this was my kind of smut, I couldn't
believe my luck.

After the initial bedazzlement, a closer look around revealed even more
dirty types of forbidden exotica. There wasn't just gay male media in this
obscene lavatory; with mounting excitement, I also noticed boxes of all
sizes for assorted sex toys, lubes, and other things I frankly just did not
recognize and would have to read packaging to give names to.

I saw at least a dozen kinds of rubber or plastic tubes, presumably meant
for penises to be stuck into them.  Some had squeeze bulbs attached.
Others had crude latex lips or buttocks affixed to their entrances.  Some
looked impossibly large; others seemed to me to be the perfect size to
accommodate my own dick that had for the last few months begun growing
noticeably larger, sprouting a halo of curly pubes around its increasingly
girthy base. This was truly a bonanza sent straight from heaven to deliver
my early-developed, hormonally-activated, hyper-homo adolescent boy body
safely into a sexually promiscuous unrestrained queer adulthood.

My preteen penis got so hard in my cargo shorts, I thought I might poke a
hole in my suddenly too-tight boxer briefs.  I almost stumbled over my own
huge feet rushing into the bathroom and nearly knocked the final bit of
good fortune off the tiny folding TV tray table it was sitting on: a little
tv/dvd player combo, placed so it could be watched by someone laying in the
bathtub; my clumsy impact only wobbled it, but didn't knock it over to fall
and break.  The apartment's electricity had been off for months but was now
back on.  A telltale red light on the tv/dvd console confirmed what I
knew--that it probably worked just fine, and was probably already loaded up
with something delicious and wicked and sexually perverted.  And soon I'd
be able to watch it.  All of it.

As I looked across the smutty tranche of gay debauchery, my over-developed
young penis was throbbing inside its juicy foreskin, rocking my entire body
with intense pubescent desire.

Immediately, I whipped out my cell phone and texted my mother: "YUK!  This
one is a real dirty mess, mom.  Don't even come down here until I can get
the bathroom under control.  And I should get paid extra for this one."

For a few tense moments, I waited and waited for her reply. Finally, she
answered.  "We can negotiate a little extra if you do a good job with the
cleanup.  How about I check in on your progress first thing in the morning?
How long will you need to work in there today do you think?"

Between silent hoo-rays, I managed to type a credible reply.  "It's noon
now. I will work until about 4 or 5pm, if that's ok.  I can grab garbage
bags from the supplies closet in the hallway."  I paused before hitting
SEND and added for authenticity, "Why are people so gross???  LOL!"

Mom sent back her agreement immediately and then I set about collecting
everything that was remotely sex-related into one of a couple of plastic
storage bins we had in the supplies closet.  After that, I made quick work
of stripping away the rest of the left-behind clothing and odd flatware,
tools, etc.  I did find a mysterious lockbox about the size of a bookbag
which I was certain contained additional perverted treasures.  I took it
too, intending to figure out how to open it later.  I also found two old
beat-up laptops.  Likewise, I'd ferret out their dirty treasures in short
order.  For now, my mission was just to get everything I might later want
to explore grouped and hidden for a private and leisurely inspection later
that night.

It was difficult to keep my mind on my task but I did manage to clean up
that tiny little apartment and then to drag my plastic bins of adult
treasure to a favorite spot in the woods that enjoyed a natural cordon of
trees and bramble; it was a private place where I had recently learned the
joys of jacking off.  My young dick throbbed in feral desire as I thought
about using the cache of toys I'd found to enhance my new favorite
activity.

A glance downward showed an obscene tenting outward under my shorts--I
could actually see it throbbing in time with my heartbeat.  I almost tried
to rub one out rapidly, just to have some peace of mind, but I decided
instead to hold this load.  When I finally did have my chance to jack it
off, I just knew it would be on a whole other level.  And I was so ready
for it.

Later that night, when I was sure mom was deep in valium-aided sleep, I
crept out of my room, down the stairs and made my way across our property
to the edge of the wooded grove marking the end of our subdivision.  It was
undeveloped suburbia--very safe, very private.  In the months I'd been
coming out here, I had never seen another person around, not even any trash
or tracks.  So sure was I about the isolation of my little getaway that I
now felt completely comfortable getting naked to masturbate there.  As soon
as I spotted the little camping tent (another evicted property prize) I had
pitched out there a few weeks ago, I quickened my pace and started to
unbutton and peel off my shirt and unbuckle my belt.  Shirtless and nearly
tripping out of my shorts, I could barely contain my excitement as I slid
inside the tiny enclosure's flap entry.

Just outside my tent lay my containers of forbidden treasure; they wouldn't
fit inside my tiny shelter, so as soon as I was stripped down to briefs and
sneakers, and my large flashlight inside the tent was in my hand, I swung
right back out again and began my first inspection of my new cache of adult
toys and pleasure tools.  I heard myself swallowing and breathing in the
cool night air.  I watched my gangly pale fingers fumbling with nervous
energy as I sifted through my precious new wealth of smutty promise.  On my
walk here, I had promised not to let myself get lost in the thrall of
inventory.  I had all the time in the world to learn about everything I had
acquired.  But tonight was really about breaking in my new life, about
christening my rapidly growing boy-body with a giant load of preteen cum
and sweat and unrestrained yelps and curses of pleasure and masculinity as
I masturbated myself over the threshold into manhood.

Fuck but puberty was hitting me so fucking hard now.  And I was about to
hit it right the fuck back.

I grabbed a random assortment of dirty devices, dvds, books, and a
hand-full of other smaller items I didn't even really bother looking at
before clutching them.  I flung all of it back into my tent ahead of my
entry, dashed inside, and zipped up the flap behind me.  Then with my
flashlight ablaze, I began to array the items I'd use tonight around me.  I
sat like a yogi about to meditate, except that my boxer briefs were
beginning to stretch and strain against my wicked throbbing
hormonally-activated penis.  It had gotten so big so fast over these last
couple of months.  But now it seemed like it was pumped up with new volume
and intensity; it had never felt this huge and this needy of stroking.

I couldn't ignore it anymore.  I abruptly pushed my underwear down my legs,
awkwardly unbending them, kicking off my last garment, and then I sat
again, leaning back against the cool back panel of the tent, which I'd
placed against a wide elm tree.  My dick and body looked strange, awash in
a gloom of weird shifting shadows.  I felt my cock throbbing hard.  I
sneered at it.  Soon enough I was gonna punish my insolent pulsing meatwad
with more pleasure than it could stand.

I used the flashlight to illuminate my body, still mostly that of a boy,
but now obscenely showing a thick adult penis ringed in hair that seemed
out of place on my smooth pre-teen form.  For these last few months, I had
been enjoying the pleasures my sudden growth afforded me.  And now that I
could shoot sperm, it was all I ever wanted to do. All I ever thought
about. I could make myself cum. Anytime I wanted to. And I fucking loved
doing it. It was intoxicating and dirty and it thrilled me like a drug.

As I perused the random assortment of sex toys and porn, my prick seemed
like a stick of volatile TNT; it might explode my cum everywhere if I
wasn't careful with it.  The first item I chose to investigate was pretty
obvious of purpose.  It was a large cylinder with 'fleshlight' written
along the side.  A barely recognizable fleshy latex mouth seemed to be its
only opening.  I eagerly tried to shove my erection in but found the soft
material strangely dry and unyielding.  I tried spitting into the thing and
suddenly felt it slide over my young hardon, firing waves of intimate
sexual thrumming up and down my dick and out across my entire young body.

I heard a low moan escape my lips.  Suddenly I felt the fleshy opening halt
its descent down my shaft as my pubes crushed against its profane rubber
mouth. For a couple of seconds I stayed very still, barely flexing my
straining erection inside the warm wet tube.  Then suddenly, my orgasm tore
through me like a thunderbolt.

I shot again and again and again into the dirty sex toy, grinding it into
my crotch as hard as I could.  Despite having jacked off literally hundreds
of times by now, orgasms nonetheless still left me nearly helpless with
crippling intensity.  I sometimes had to banish a whispering fear that
maybe I was on the verge of giving myself a heart attack or a--

I started laughing at my thought.  I couldn't hold it back after surprising
myself with wondering if I was about to give myself a...stroke.  "Yes,
Ms. Chander, your son will be fine" I said to the empty tent. "He's a very
lucky boy.  He very nearly stroked himself to death."

I hoped the whole forest could hear my dumb dirty jokes and my moans of
awakening pleasure.

After several minutes my head cleared. My panting slowed and my jizz
dripped lazily out of the tube as I slid it off my softening young cock. I
felt disoriented, weak, maybe even drunk, somehow.  My young body was still
aglow with micro spasms and warm pulsing pleasure.  My hands began absently
questing the floor around me until I felt a balled up sock, which I grabbed
and used to sop up all my spilt baby gravy. Even just barely swabbing my
still sensitive teen monster dick triggered high deep inhalations of my
deepening bro voice.  Little by little, though, I pulled myself together.

And there were still so many things left for discovery...  Although I would
never have believed it possible, I nonetheless felt my thick veiny boy-tool
plumping up again.  The night was young and so was I.

* * * *

My best friend for the last few years was a kid named Javier.  He was half
Mexican, and was about six months older than me, at thirteen.  But over the
last year, we had both noticed that I seemed to be growing rapidly in ways
that Javier had yet to catch up to.  Compared to me, he still seemed
somewhat a boy, although I had noticed a few wispy hairs growing on his
lower legs.  I could only speculate, but was hoping this meant Javi (only I
called him that) had begun to make sperm or even jerk himself off.  I had
engineered a few situations for us to be naked in front of each other, and
I knew that unlike myself, Javier's penis, although still acorn small, was
now haloed with a faint brown proto bush.  I pretended not to notice the
way he would stare at my suddenly larger cock and balls, even as I would
never be in a hurry to cover up.  If I'm being honest, I have to admit that
I got a thrill from showing off my growing manhood to my undeveloped best
friend.

Recently, I had gotten up the nerve to tell Javier about how I had
discovered masturbation.  He listened intently and would promise to try the
things I was telling him about and to report back to me when next we saw
each other.  So far, he claimed he could get his dick to "stand up
straight" but he couldn't seem to induce the orgasm I had lavishly
described to him.  But he said he was pretty sure his balls were now making
sperm.  Then came the day, finally, that Javi reported he had indeed
experienced his first successful wet jack-off.  His first of many.

I had months earlier admitted to myself that I was gay.  I knew that all I
thought about were dicks and men and boys and sperm and everything to do
with maleness.  Conversely, I had almost no interest in pussies or straight
sex.  Javier seemed to be expressing a cryptic but growing interest in
girls, however, which confirmed my guess that while I was certainly gay,
he, sadly, probably wasn't. Nevertheless, I had a thousand ideas about how
to trigger some type of playful sexual interaction with Javier.  And I
figured that the best place to start would be to get him to watch me jack
off my much larger adolescent cock and see me shoot my sperm like a goddam
geyser.

After telling my best friend about my recently apprehended secret cache of
porn and sex toys, it was pretty easy to talk Javier into spending the
night at my place.  As soon as the house was quiet, we made the silent dash
out to the property edge, where my little sex tent was still pitched.
Javier looked at the tiny shelter and whispered, "No way we both fit in
there."

I had anticipated this, however, and pointed toward the old beat-up
Suburban SUV that was rusting into the dirt nearby.  The wreck had been
there long before I discovered the spot, and was partially consumed by
forest.

"I cleaned out the rear cab earlier.  It still opens if you yank hard. I've
got lanterns," I told my friend, as we both ran to the old truck.  I heaved
open the disintegrating back gate and we both hopped inside.  It made a
terrible scraping scream to close, but nobody was around to hear it but us.
I flicked on the lanterns I had already placed there and suddenly, Javier
saw the treasure trove of perversity that I had arrayed all over the rusty
floor.

"Oh man....is all of it?  You know?  Is it all gay?"  Javi didn't sound
enthused, but he also didn't sound like he was disgusted either.

"Yeah.  That's all I found."  I matched his tone of disappointment.  "But
dude, check out all this crazy shit!  Toys and all kinds of fucking
magazines and books and shit.  I thought for sure if we looked there'd be
something hot for us to check out."

Javier was conflicted, skeptical, it was obvious, but he did just what I
thought he would do, what he always did: he pasted a false grin of
confidence and bro-flavored agreement, as he hunkered down and began to paw
through the porn-littered floor.  I sat down beside him, grabbed a
magazine, flipped to a page I'd already found and fixated on a scene I knew
I wanted to share with my best buddy.

Set in a fake hayloft: Two twinks both in cowboy hats.  One was squat and
dark skinned, probably Latino, close cut curly black hair, mischievous grin
dusted with stubble. Smooth, shredded body, thick squat little cock,
completely shorn.  He was looking up at a tall lanky pale lad standing next
to him, naked, a diamond of chest hair, a trail pointing straight down to
the kid's giant swinging horse dick.  Impossibly thick, curved out and then
pointing down past his balls, like a blush-colored banana.  Foreskin just
winking the tip of a large dark-pink head from inside his hood.  Dense
reddish blond bush. The white kid had freckles and wore glasses.  He
actually looked a lot like me.

"Hey look!" As we sat side by side, I pointed at the photos, "Remind you of
anyone one?"

"Very funny," Javier said quietly.  He was studying the images.  Then in a
soft voice: "Can you believe how...how big his dick is?  It's like it
doesn't belong on his body or something!"

My friend laughed nervously, waiting for the comfort of my agreement.
Instead, I paused, then I said, "Aw, it's not THAT big.  I mean,
y'know...."  Then I trailed off and grinned at him and then glanced down
between my own crossed legs.

"Ha!  Yeah, right, whatever, dude....  you got a good one, sure, but no way
you got something like he's got!"

I wrinkled my brow like I was really trying to figure out what to do, and
then suddenly, I stood up.

"What are you doing?"  Javier said.

No answer, just me unbuckling my shorts, letting them fall, and then thumbs
in my underwear, and down they go too.  I was already semi-hard, but
because my wang points down naturally, unless my foreskin was pushed back,
I could bone up almost completely and still retain the look of a very fat,
long flaccid dick.  Which I stood and silently presented for my friend's
up-close assessment. And assess he did, staring, looking a little
dumbstruck, at my giant twelve year old tube of uncut albino anaconda
dangling between my skinny pale increasingly hairy legs.

"Well?"  I said?

"Um" said Javi.

"Is it, you know, close to the same size?  Do you think it's at least
almost as big?  Come on, bro....be honest.  It is, right?"

"Jace, your dick...."  he trailed off.

"What?"

"...Is fucking HUUUUGE!" Javi was chuckling nervously.

I feigned curiosity.  "Really?  You think it is?  Are you fucking with me?
Or is it really big?"

Javi swallowed.  "Dude, your penis is...I don't think I ever saw one this
big before.  Jesus.  When we changed in front of each other last year, I
didn't notice, I mean, has it always been... Shit!  I mean, how long have
you..."

"It just started really growing over the last four or five months." I
answered.  I grabbed the base of the shaft, shook it, exposed more of my
dickhead, fluffed it a little.  "You....really think it's big, huh?  Do you
think it's....cool though?  I mean, does it make me look freaky or is it
still OK?"

"Um, well, I sure as hell wish I had one like that.  No lie, dude.  I
really, really do.  Like, what's it like to hold it?  Is it heavy?  OH MY
GOD.....does it get bigger??"

I laughed.  "Well yeah it gets bigger when I get a boner."  Long pause and
then: "You wanna see?"

Javi swallowed and just nodded his head to let me know that yeah, he did
wanna see.

I peeled off my shirt and sat back down, back against the rusty cabin wall,
legs spread.  I used my left hand to leisurely stroke my foreskin, exposing
my head more and more....and together, we watched as my slow petting and
pulling changed my dick with each deliberate stroke, lengthening my shaft,
swelling my girth, like a long balloon in my fist.  I loved watching my
dick slowly growing into its full erected proportions.  "See?" I said?
"It's really getting hard now."

Javi said nothing, but kept staring, hypnotized by my giant preteen meat
tool.  As it plumped, the natural downward curve of my shaft grew more
pronounced.  From the side, I knew it looked like I was holding one visible
quarter of a larger fleshly hoop; I really liked its down-turned shape.  I
hadn't measured it in months, but I knew it had to be way past eight
inches.  I slapped it on the floor, making a noise that seemed to startle
an entranced Javier.  I let out a soft moan then glanced at my friend and
smiled as I stacked my second fist atop my first and started slowly pumping
with both hands up and down the drastically engorged curvature of my veiny,
heavy shaft.  Finally I pulled my dick way up, almost like a fisherman
reeling in a kingfish.

Making sure Javi was still watching, I pulled back my hood completely and
for the first time fully exposed my huge shiny pink-purple mushroom
cockhead.  Abruptly, a pungent new smell wafted through the tiny space and
I knew my buddy was now breathing in the funky scent of my broad, uncovered
dick tip. Javier's intensive unbroken stare was really upping my horny
desire to show off my huge preteen penis, so I pushed both fists up the
entire length of my monster, forcing it to slowly burp out a long drip of
precum.  It stretched from my swollen scarlet pee hole down to the floor,
making an audible splattering sound.

Almost like he was talking to himself, I heard Javier whisper, "Dude..."

I quickly thumbed some of my spilled prejizz up and smeared it around on my
helmet, and the explosion of sensations made me moan loudly and tense up my
long skinny legs.

I laughed and grinned at Javier. "WOW," I whispered.  "That....felt really,
really....good"

He just nodded and stared at my dong and nuts like he was trying to cook
them with laser eyes.  "Yeah, I bet" he finally answered.

That's when I noticed the small but unmistakable tent he was pitching in
his own shorts.  It was just the signal I needed.

I stopped my jerking, took my hands off my giant dong, let it throb in the
air while I mustered the courage to say the words I had planned to say.
After what seemed like an hour-long moment, I swallowed, took a deep
breath, and then I looked at Javi and asked him, "You wanna jack it a
little bit?"

Looking away again, I quickly added, "I mean, no big deal if you don't.
But I swear it'd be our secret.  Like, I'd never tell anyone anything.  But
it's cool if you do or if you don't want to....."  I felt my face blushing
and my erection was already sagging.  I was suddenly certain I had ruined
the opportunity by talking too much.  But I was nervous and couldn't stop
my own mouth from continuing to blather.  "I mean, I guess, um, like I
kinda wanna see what it would feel like for someone else to jack it, you
know?  Holy crap, I made this weird huh?"

But much to my surprise, Javier just swallowed and said, "Yeah, OK,"
reaching out to touch my oversized baby maker.

The moment his smooth palm and warm fingers actually encircled my virgin
meat was electric.  I remember hearing both of us moan faintly.  Javi was
so tentative, moving slowly and with such hesitance and care.  First, just
a loose fist around the portion just under my head.  We both felt it
involuntarily flex and thicken back to full erection almost instantly.

"Wow," my friend said, more to my dick than to me.

Then he slowly pushed my juicy vein-streaked cladding closer to my head,
bunching it up behind my flared ridge until finally pushing it enough to
force my generous foreskin over my ridge, like water breaking over a dam,
spreading back around my head and into its default position covering all
but the very tip of my throbbing monster boy cock. I gasped loudly, pulled
my legs in and back out again.  Javi was now sort of bouncing it in the
air, and I realized he was getting a feel for how heavy my dick really was.
He reminded me of Indiana Jones trying with his hands to measure out the
exact weight of a sandbag needed to swap out for a golden idol.

I saw Javi grin for the first time, now slowly pulling my foreskin back,
making my giant pink-purple bell end peek out from its fleshy sheath.  As
he did this, the pungent aroma of the most intimate part of my recently
supersized pleasure pole again filled the space between us. His fist was
getting smeared by the constant leak of precum that accumulated inside my
juicy foreskin. It was glistening on Javi's fist and fingers. I heard
myself faintly gasping, and then I said, "Um, sorry...about all the, um,
leaking."

Javi looked up in surprise like I woke him from a dream.  "What?"  Then his
attention and focus snapped back to my dick, and he didn't even look at me
as he said, "Oh...yeah, you....are really, um, making a lot.  So that's not
your sperm, though?  It's just the pre? Wow, Jace...."  And then he just
trailed off, before carefully adding his other hand under the first one.
So gentle, almost like he was handling dynamite.

"It is really heavy" he noted, then with both hands, he slowly pushed the
foreskin back over my head, held it there for a long moment, and then
stroked back toward my pubes, exposing my tip again, but more of it, and
for a lingering time, like he was studying a map.

Each long stroke and pause made me hiss and moan, and caused my entire big
dick to jerk and throb in his hands, making him smile as he began to
understand the way he was controlling my whole body, using pleasure to
force me to make sounds or to lurch and buck.  My dick was becoming his
game controller but my entire body was his life sized avatar to play with.

"Keep strokin it" I croaked, sounding way too pleading.  In a hasty
qualifier that sounded phony to both of us, I tried to telegraph an air of
casual nonchalance: "I mean, you know....only if you wanna. It's cool,
whatever you wanna do, um--"

Not for the first or last time, my best friend preempted my stupid nervous
talking by interrupting me.

"You mean like this?" he said, suddenly sounding way more confident, way
more in control of this moment than I was.

But before I could answer, he was reverently tugging and pumping his
delicate boyish hands up and down, up and down, like he was trying to
propel us along some railroad tracks on an old-fashioned lever-powered
platform.

"Oh...Oh fuck, dude!"  was all I could muster.

Now I was the one fixated on what his hands were doing and he was the one
grinning and glancing back and forth between my huge dick and my young
face.  I wonder if my expression plainly revealed a 12 year old boy who was
overwhelmed by hormones and desire but also by fear of rejection and feral
hunger for masculine release.

Meanwhile, Javier seemed more and more self-assured and comfortable with
our first clumsy sexual experiment.  His smile was large and genuine, like
when we both tried diving off our school's highest board the first time.
I'd let him go first and was shocked by his utter calm and cocky grin right
before he bounced up and off the board, splitting the water with barely
even a splash to betray his inexperience.

Suddenly something clicked in my mind about my feelings for my best friend.
But when I looked up at Javi, into his huge playful dark eyes, at his
confounding cocky grin that always made me feel like he was sharing a joke
just with me, all I managed to say wasn't an admission of my feelings for
him, or even a request to kiss him.

Instead, my heart pounding in my skull, my dumb mouth agape as I panted and
sweated like an animal, the only words I said to my buddy in this ultimate
moment of discovery and adolescent connection were, "Tease...my
head....with your thumbs.... when you're at the tip."

And Javier did, glancing up at my face to gauge my reaction.  His thumbs
did a sumptuous dance writing lazy long circles and sweeps across the
supersensitive center of my entire masculine machinery.  It sent me
reeling.

Huge gobs of pre burped out of my gaping dickhole.  "Smear it all over my
head!" My voice sounded weirdly urgent, more like I was giving instructions
to put out a grease fire, than to ride this incredible wave of pleasure.
My mouth fell open and closed a few times.  Did I look like a ventriloquist
dummy?  Holy fuck, I never ever felt pleasure this intensely, electrifying
my entire tensed up young body.

"Smear it....like this?" Javi asked, now clearly enjoying my desperate
predicament. The way he grinned then tried to look serious as he furrowed
his brow and then paused long enough for me to hold my breath, waiting,
waiting, and then....

It was like someone unpaused a video as he playfully, but forcefully began
really smearing my free flowing juices all around my fucking huge,
overstimulated cockhead.  His touch was everywhere at once, and his cocky
grin told me how much he was loving this, loving his ability to inflict or
withhold such intense pleasure, playing my big penis like an instrument
that made the sounds of a boy turning into a man.  I remember yelping and
heaving like a animal, emitting an embarrassing simian symphony, devoid of
vocabulary.

And Javi was relentless.  He was smearing my juice in stuttering sweeps and
concentrations, movements that were reaching every goddam nook and hidden
cranny of my dickhead's real estate.  His fingers dove behind my fucking
flared ridge, turning and tuning it before spiraling back toward my leaking
tip.  He delicately thumbed the deep cleft of my frenulum and used his
whole fist to slowly envelope my giant mushroom before pulling it off in an
agonizingly slow squeezing tug. But then always back to using his slickened
hands and fingers to administer pleasure to my engorged, angry glans.  He
was really getting into this.  His expression flickered from amused to
mischievous several times.  He began to talk to me, too.  "Oh?  You like
when I do that?  That right there?  Fuck yeah you do!"

I could barely croak out the replies he ransomed for more and more of his
incredible hand jobbing.  He smeared my ooze slowly all over my flared
cocktip, again and again, until I could barely stand it.  He became hyper
focused on deeply waxing my pre behind my coronal ridge, in slow intense
revolutions that had me seeing stars.  By now, I was almost unable to talk
because the pleasure was shorting out my language circuits.

"Oh.... OH MY GOD, DUDE" was all I could manage. But Javier was now fully
conversational.

"Jace, dude, I can't believe your big giant dick!" He was smiling like he
had just discovered a pirate's hidden fortune.  "I've never seen anything
like it."

To punctuate his remark, he surprised me by spitting into his palm then
looking right at me as he smeared his warm saliva into the deepest reaches
of my huge hooded cockhead.

I fucking gasped and my stomach flexed and rolled.  My ass lifted up then
down again.  I breathed deep and concentrated, trying to reexert a modicum
of control over my body, over this moment.  Because there was one more
thing I had planned on asking my best friend, if things played out the way
I hoped.  I panted and calmed my breathing.

"Javi?" I looked at my friend. "I, um, I want you to make me shoot my
sperm---I mean, if you want to do that for me. Like, I've never been so
fuckin horny as right now, with you jerkin my big dick like this...I just
really want you to keep on until I get to show you what it's like when I
explode my cum everywhere....I...fuck, I dunno why, but I really want you
to make me shoot, I wanna watch you watch me fuckin cum.  I fucking cannot
believe I'm saying this shit..."

"Yeah?  Well you know what?  I fucking really wanna see that." Javier said
hungrily.  "Fuck yeah, I wanna see that. I am gonna make yer giant cock
explode, dude. Like, it's not even up to you anymore.  I fuckin want your
fucking load, bro.  Not even kidding.  You believe me?"

I almost came just from hearing those words.  "Javi--fuck, dude...I'm about
to fucking cum hard for you bro! Fucking Christ, dude....listen..will
you..."

I leaned toward my best friend and finally said what I wanted to say.

"Javi, please, bro....put my fucking cock in your mouth?  Even just my
fucking tip?  Javi, I want to shoot this nut into your fucking mouth, man!
Will you let me?  Oh god, please..do it now, bro, cuz Imma bout to bust
this fucking nut! Make me explode, please do it, please do it."

Javier paused for just a second and then plunged down until I felt his hot
breath right above my dickhead. I thought he was pausing because he decided
not to do it, but then I heard him talking into my dick, like it was his
microphone: "Dude, listen to me. I want it!  I fuckin want you to feed me
your fuckin nut!  Fuckin gimme it, Jace!  Please..."

And then I felt nothing but wet warmth and ecstatic carnal explosions
detonating across my spine, inside my body, enveloping it.  I saw a nuclear
mushroom cloud slowly morphing into the shape of my mushroom tip.  It was
as though pleasure was shorting out all other sensations and my vision
seemed to wink from dreamy images into a blurry blackness that began
churning with an impending eruption that was now irretrievably underway and
could not be paused or halted.

This was fucking happening.  Javier was about to get my load.  I was deep
in my buddy's mouth, felt him polishing it with the back of his throat.  He
was gripping my hips hard with both hands.  He was moaning on it and
rolling his head all over my huge uncut cock.

But I was gripping him too.  Cradling the back of his head with one hand,
while gripping his left shoulder like it was the only thing keeping me from
being flung off a canoe into angry river rocks.  I felt my hips buck and
bounce off the floor.  My head carelessly banged into the wall I was
slumped against and I didn't even notice.  The moment seemed to be hyper
extended into slow motion surrealism before sound and vision rushed back at
me like an impact from a freight train, crashing me back into the precipice
of this real-time moment.

"JAVIER!  BRO....  HERE IT FUCKIN' C--"

The first spasm wracked my entire young body like I was a wet towel twisted
up then snapped like whip, and it robbed me of any other words.

When the first salvo powered up from my nuts, through my shaft, and out
like a cannonade from my dickhead directly into my best friend's hungry
mouth, I heard him groan loud, watched his eyes widen then close as he
began writhing his body and noisily swallowing my load.

After the first body-shaking spermshot, I found my voice again and began
yelling, cursing, and howling. Louder and louder until crashing into the
next crescendo release.  One after the next.  Each blast became its own
mini orgasm, making both of us gasp, then lapse back into mewling gasping
animals until the next blast.

"Jesus, dude!  You're makin me...Fuck, Javi!  You're making me cum so hard,
I never felt anything like th--"

And then another fuckin blast, washing us both back down to primal
mammalian noises.  Jet and salvo and deluge shot like gooey rockets out of
my huge dick and directly into my friend's virgin mouth.  He coughed a
little and once, he even pulled up reflexively before plunging back down on
my cock, punishing the back of his throat, not giving a fuck about anything
but keeping me plugged into him in this incredible new way.

"Don't fuckin stop, Javi!!  Stay on it! Stay on my fuckin----"

Another huge pulse of my jizm, another direct transferal of my DNA to my
best friend's mouth.

"Awwww damn, bro!  Yer tongue, oh god, work it on my fuckin head, bro! Oh
fuck! Here's more of my fuckin n--"

And then another.  "Javi! Jesus-fuuuck! OOOOHHHHH FUUUUCK!"

And another.  "You're eating it!  Fuckin' yes, bro!  Eat my fuckin' load!
Javi!  JAVI--"

Until finally...

I was empty.  I was softening down a little when my bro finally released my
dick from his mouth.  Javier looked up at me, smiling, content, but also
glazed with my spunk, like he had used his face to shield me from an
exploding marshmellow factory.  He seemed so beautiful and handsome and
erotic to me in that moment, yet also relaxed, even a bit arrogant,
exhausted, utterly pleased with himself.  My heart was beating so hard.
Never had I felt so completely enthralled by another person.  Looking at
him like this dumbfounded me. All I could do was stare at him like an
idiot.  My mouth moved like it wanted to say something, but I had no idea
what to say.

But my best friend always knew the right words for the right moment.

"I nutted too, dude." My cock automatically stiffened up again.  It was
almost too hot for me to hear.  My eyes widened and I probably looked like
a monkey child incapable of human speech.

"Yeah! Could not believe it!  Didn't even touch my dick."  He seemed again
to become horny himself as he told me the hottest thing I could imagine.
"It happened right when you fed me that very first fucking blast. Dude, I
fucking exploded in my pants the same moment your sweet fucking cum gushed
over my tongue!  Jeeze, it's makin me horny again just to tell you this.
Anyway, that's why I went insane over that very first shot.  Jace, you made
me cum the hardest I ever have by shooting in my mouth, bro!  That's why I
was making crazy sounds and thrashing around while I sucked down your sweet
fucking jizm, Jace!  Can you believe that shit?"

Like an absolute cretin I just stared at him.  I wanted to answer but maybe
instead I seemed like I was about to freak out or get mad at him.

"Jace?  Bro, are you OK?"  Now he stopped smiling and looked genuinely
upset.  "Dude...please, like say something."

Did he even know me?  Talking was always how I managed to fuck things up.
Not this time.  I would do anything for Javier from that moment
on--anything except the thing I always got wrong.

Not this time.

Javier didn't even have time for his worried look to change before my dumb
mug was right on top of his sticky, beautiful face.  My lips smashed into
his, and it was like, now we were experiencing a whole other kind of new,
adult-flavored release, this time purely emotional. and maybe even more
intense.

Both of us gripping each other's cheeks, all soft hair and goosebumped
sweaty skin.  Our mouths opening and our tongues tangling and worshiping
each other.  I think I might have cried just a little bit, because my heart
was exploding with something brilliant and new and I had no clue how to
process it.  Javi softly licked up one of my tears and said, "I want to eat
and drink every bit of you. Is that fucking crazy? But I do!"  Then he was
kissing me again, somehow now laying us side by side.  He reached down and
moaned when he felt me fully hard again.  He pushed his hips into me so I
could feel his small erection also throbbing again.  I realized his crotch
was wet with the cum he had shot because I was feeding him my load and I
realized how bad I needed to eat his precious fucking sperm too.

Fuck, I thought.  I am going to eat Javi's fucking cum!

And the thought made me tremble with intense, overpowering single
mindedness.  We were laughing and kissing each other.  I was grasping and
caressing his hardon through his cum-soaked shorts until Javi frantically
ripped them off and kicked them aside, like they were burning him. Then we
felt each other's whole naked bodies for the first time.

"You're so beautiful," Wait, that was MY voice. "And...I'm going to eat
your fucking c--"

But it was all I got to say before Javier kissed me some more, then laughed
at me, wiping away one of my stupid tears, caressing my cheek and nodding
his head, smiling smugly at me as if to say, yeah, whatever, we're totally
gonna do everything, you dumb fucker...while he rolled us until I was on my
back, and Javi was on top of me, and he kissed me until I understood what
he had already guessed--that this is what falling in love feels like, and
it was pretty fucking awesome, and we were about to try screwing next, but
now everything was on the menu.

I will never forget you, Javier.