Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2023 02:36:35 +0000 From: Bro 24 Subject: Exploring with Justin, Chapter 3 Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between boys. If this type of story is illegal where you live or you are not of age to read sexual material such as this, please do not read any further. This work belongs to the author and may not be republished or re-posted without his consent. *** AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story in two separate parts. This first part is a chronicle of the sexual experiences between pubescent boys and is based mostly on my memories of real explorations with Justin. I find that the details of those times have faded over time, so this is my way of capturing those horny memories but adding in some elements to fill in the blanks. The second part is a completely fictional continuation that includes fantasies of sexual experiences between men and young boys. If you like this first part of my story and are attracted to that type of content, you will find it in the "Adult-Youth" section once it's published. Thanks for reading! I enjoy feedback, and if my stories get you going, I'd love to hear from you at my email address above. *** EXPLORING WITH JUSTIN *** Chapter 3 I'm laying on my bed now, naked, my eyes closed, my hand moving in that familiar motion. It was decades ago, but I can still envision that young penis as I wrapped my lips around it and inserted it into my mouth for the first time. Such a simple action that was monumental in my sexual discovery with Justin. That moment replays over and over as I pleasure myself. What is it about young cock that is so arousing? We gay men talk a lot about wanting big dicks sliding in our mouths and pounding our asses. So why is boycock so hot? What is about the thought of Justin's four-inch boner that makes my loins swell like nothing else? The image of it fills my head and here I am, a grown man, fantasizing about nursing on it again. Maybe it's the perfection of youth, the unblemished and still yet undeveloped look of a hard penis in the throes of puberty. Maybe it's the way it stands out so straight and erect from his sexy little body. Or maybe it's that a horny boy's cock gets so hard it feels like it could cut glass. I wanted Justin's dick then just as I want it now. We would experiment more with the pleasures we could give our penises, but that led to other things too, and just as I am getting close to the edge again thinking of that preteen cock, the vision of his round little butt pops in my head. I squirm. I have to take my hand away from my overstimulated organ as a gush of clear precum pours out of the tip. I calm myself down and start again, remembering the events that ended with Justin letting me explore his beautiful ass. *** The next troop outing wasn't a campout like usual but instead a trip to the state capital. After some tours during the day, there was going to be a lock-in at the local YMCA. I knew Justin would be there, but I was worried we wouldn't find any private time. Nearly everyone in the troop was going, and the plan was for all the boys to sleep together in the gymnasium. I wanted to suck each other's dicks again. I wanted to play truth or dare and try new sexual things. I wanted to touch and look at his hot butt again. I didn't see how we could do any of that if all the troop was together in the same place at night. My only hope was that we might find some time to slip away. It was a long day of trekking around the sites and museums. Justin and I spent only a little time together, but mostly circumstances kept us busy and apart. There was no talk about sexual things between us, but all I could think about was licking and sucking dicks with him. We had done it twice already. The first time had been just tentative licking before we jerked each other to climax. But the second, just a few minutes later after we realized how good it felt, was an even hornier back and forth of blowjobs for nearly an hour. It had been rudimentary, and neither of us thought to take the others load of cum, but it had become obviously clear that we both liked to get sucked as much as we liked sucking. Was Justin thinking about it too? I knew the answer when our group was gathered in the rotunda of the capital building. With everyone's headed raised up as we were shown the immense dome above us, I felt a hand grab the front of my pants. My head shot over to see Justin, having sidled up next to me, with a naughty smile on his face. He took a hold of my dick and massaged it for an all-too-brief moment, and then just as quickly took his hand away. My dick had been soft, but it instantly jumped up to attention. Our group moved on before I had a chance to react, but the rest of the day I kept hard thinking about his cock, knowing he was thinking about mine. *** After the tours the troop arrived at the Y for the evening. It was early in the evening, and only the gymnasium was available for our group. When the Y officially closed for the night, the troop would have the run of the place, but for the first hour after our arrival, we were limited to the just the gym and had to wait to start any evening activities. The boys spent the waiting time unrolling their sleeping bags and then hanging out until the rest of the building was available to us. Of course, I had made sure my sleeping bag was next to Justin's, but there were also boys on either side of us, and then at our heads and feet as well. There was no chance we would be able to play there. Through my disappointment, I felt a nervous excitement that we might still find a way to be alone if we could just find an opportunity. Boys sat around the gym in groups of two or three, playing cards or handheld games. A few boys had started a game of foursquare, and the sound of the bouncing ball echoed through the gym. Justin suggested we go sit up in the bleachers away from the group, and while we couldn't touch each other without being seen, at least we wouldn't be heard. As we sat there and began to talk, my little dick hardened in my sweatpants. I looked him over and was again mesmerized by how cute and desirable this twelve-year-old boy was. His dirty blonde hair was flopped over his forehead, nearly covering his eyes. His soft, boyish facial features were enhanced by his tan, smooth skin. He had rosey lips that I stared at when he talked and I brushed the thought away when I wondered what it would be like to kiss them. He wore a t-shirt and basketball shorts, and as we sat in the trough of the bleachers, legs over top of the seats, his shorts rode up high. I looked up his sexy thighs, dusted with fine blonde hairs. A tan line showed a golden tone that gave way to a creamy lighter inner thigh. The fabric of his shorts bunched up around his crotch and I could just make out the outline of his package. It looked full. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to taste his young cock again. But this wasn't the time or place for that. Instead, Justin had another game in mind. "Let's play Truth," he said with his playful grin. "Like Truth or Dare?" I asked. "Yeah. Except no dares. We just ask each other truths." "Ok!" I said excitedly. "I'll start," he said, then thought for a moment. "Ok, how many times did you jerk off yesterday?" "Hey, what makes you think I jerked off at all?" I asked, faking indignation. "Because I know that you jerk off as much as me," he said with a giggle. "And I know how many times I did." "Ok, fine. I jerked off twice," I said, happy to share. "I knew it. When did you do it?" he asked. "Wait, is that another truth? When's my turn?" "No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm just curious. Once we answer a truth, we can ask more about it." "Ok. I jerked off once in the morning in the bathroom before school. Then I did it last night in bed." "That's where I usually do it too," he said. "How many times did you jerk off?" I asked. "Two," he said with a smile. I loved that he got just as horny as I did. "I did it in my bed in the morning then after school I jerked it really good." I imagined Justin naked on his bed, jerking away at his cock and bucking his hips, his eyes closed and mouth open wide in a pant. Was he thinking about boys? Maybe Brandon? Or maybe he was thinking about us sucking each other, just as I had been doing so many of the times I had jerked off over the past month. My dick was straining the front of my sweatpants and I didn't care if he could see it. In fact, I wanted him to look. "Ok now you have to ask," he said, interrupting my fantasy. "Let's see," I said, think it over for a minute. This was my chance to answer the questions my daydreaming had presented me with. "What do you think about when you jerk off?" I asked. "Hmmm." It was a big question, and he took his time before answering. "Well, I guess the things that we did in the tent. You know, making our boners feel good. What about you?" It was a vague answer and I wasn't satisfied. I had hoped to hear him say he liked playing with my dick, just like I liked playing with his. That he thought about sucking like I did. But it wasn't clear just what he was he saying he thought about other than making his dick feel good. It made me hesitate in being more specific. "Yeah, same stuff. Getting my dick played with. Doing sexy stuff. Whatever feels good." "Yeah," he said. "There's a lot I think about that I bet would feel good." Was he saying that he thinks about other things like sucking? I couldn't tell. I hoped we would probe this deeper. But it was his turn, and he asked "What did you think about what we did in the tent?" Aha, I thought. This was hitting a little closer to the mark. I couldn't lie, it was obvious how much fun we had both had. But if I admitted that I liked it now, there would be no going back. I took the chance, hoping that we would both start sharing the desires we had hidden so far. "I thought it felt really good," I said. "I liked it." "Yeah, me too," he said, looking right in my eyes. I felt a connection, like we both wanted to share more. Taking my turn to push the question a little farther, I asked him "what did you like best?" He seemed to be blushing a little. I guess breaking through this barrier was challenging for both of us, even if he usually was so bold. He looked around, making sure there was still no one close enough to hear us. "I liked when we sucked dicks," he said and gave his little giggle. My cock throbbed. The image of his cock going into my mouth popped into my head again. "What did you like best?" he asked. I was ready. I wanted to say it, and so in a quiet voice, looking him right in the eye I said, "I liked sucking too." He gave me a big smile, then reached down and grabbed his package. His hand gripped a full bulge of cloth and dick. Justin was hard and was showing me. I moved my hand to my crotch and held the outline of my boner. His eyes locked on it and he licked his lips. "I thought you were going to say you liked touching my butt," he said. "What...why?" I stammered. "Because you're always looking at it. And when you touched my butt you started to make precum," he said. "I'm not always looking at it," I said, a little embarrassed. "Yes you are. I see you looking." "I...uhhh," I said, not sure how to respond. He was right. I looked at his butt a lot. But I had always tried to hide my glances. I still didn't really understand why his butt made me so horny, why I liked to stroke my dick and hump my pillows thinking about it. I just knew I wanted it so bad -- to look at it, to touch it, to get up close and explore inside his crack. I wanted to rub my dick on it. "It's ok. I like you looking at it," he said with a comforting smile. "Which leads me to my next question," he paused and I hung on his words. "Do you ever think about my butt?" Of course I did. But I wasn't sure exactly what he was asking. "What do you mean?" "You know," he said. "When you're jerking." So this was it. He was asking if I jerked off thinking about him. It was the moment of truth. He seemed to already know. I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to tell me he thought about me when he jerked off too. There was no going back. "Yeah," I said. I looked in his eyes for approval. "Really?" he said, surprised. "You think about my butt when you jerk off?" I was worried I shouldn't have admitted it. But it was too late. "Yeah," I said sheepishly. He leaned in and said, "maybe I need to show you more of my butt then." I looked up into his eyes. He smiled. I smiled back. They were horny smiles, us both wishing we were naked and playing again. "Do you ever think about me when you jerk?" I asked, almost desperate to hear his desires. "Yeah," he said softly, then "I think about your dick." "You do?" I asked, amazed. Just then we were unfortunately interrupted by commotion in the gym. Apparently, the waiting time was over and the rest of the Y was now available for activities. The boys were all moving around, heading towards the door and Justin and I got up to join the group, our boners stretching our pants. We both reached down and adjusted ourselves. More truth-telling would have to wait, but the most important secret had been shared: we masturbated to each other. *** The plan for the evening was simple. First, there was going to be a troop-wide game of hide and seek throughout the whole building. When that was over there were a variety of smaller activities that would be going on -- basketball, card games, dodgeball -- all in a free-for-all style where anybody can join any activity they wanted. Of course, there was only one activity I wanted -- exploring more with Justin -- but we would have to see if there was any opportunity for us to be alone. The hide and seek game started in the front lobby. All the boys gathered and the rules were explained. There would be 5 minutes to hide and the whole building was fair game with the exception of any of the locked rooms and offices. The game would go on for 30 minutes and anybody that wasn't found in that time were the winners. Brandon, the older scout, had volunteered to be the seeker. He always caught my eye and I looked him over, his sexy teen body filling out his athletic clothes. I remembered the hot moment Justin and I had shared in the tent jerking our dicks thinking about him. My cock was at full attention in my pants, held close by my underwear. Justin was standing next to me in the group, and although I couldn't see it, I knew Justin's dick was hard too. Little Jason, the young scout that had become a new focus of my fantasies, was just a few feet in front of us. I couldn't help checking out his slim little body, my gaze resting on the tiny 11-year old butt in front of me. I could just make out the form of his little cheeks, his basketballs shorts stretching out at the small of his back and folding in at the crack. It looked so small compared to Justin's, but for some reason that made me want to see it bare even more. Justin must have seen me looking because he gave me a nudge. I looked over at him and he smiled, then nodded his head towards Jason. I think I blushed a bit. Then the timer started and the boys were off, spreading out in all directions down the hallways of the Y. Justin and I looked at each other, sharing the same thought, and raced off away from the group. Boys split off in front of us, going this way and that looking for hiding places. Justin and I rounded a corner and more boys split off. Soon, it was just he and I running down the hallway. We passed by a set of double-doors on the right side and he yelled, "here, lets go in here!" Turning from the hall and through the double doors, we came into what must have been an aerobics studio. The room was well-lit with mats around on the floor and some equipment here and there. "This won't work," I said. "There's nowhere to hide." We looked around, seeing that the room was too open to hide us, or, more importantly, providing us with a private place to play. But on the side of the room was another door. Justin walked over to it, opened it up, and took a few steps inside. "Come in here!" he said. I quickly followed. The room was a closet, but very large. With the lights off it was dark, but there were small, long windows at the top of the rear wall that let in a dim glow from the parking lot lights. The room was full of exercise mats stacked in large piles, three of them between the doorway and the wall. The first was just two-or three feet tall, then a taller row towered over the first, perhaps about seven feet tall. The last row against the wall was just a little bit shorter than the second and that must have given Justin an idea. "Back there!" Justin said, pointing over the tall stack of mats. I understood -- if we could get over the tall row, we could hide behind it on the last stack against the wall. I closed the door behind us as Justin stepped up on one of the small mat piles. He jumped to get up on a taller one behind it, but as he did, the mats slid, making the climbing tough. "Here, give me a boost!" he said. I got behind him, my back to the taller wall of mats to help hold them in place, then reached down to grab his right leg. "No," he said. "Push me up by my butt." He looked back at me with a smile. I stood there for a moment. "You know you want to." I reached my hand and got a firm grab of his right buttock. It felt soft and full in my hand. I grabbed his other cheek, squeezing it in my hand. I felt the satisfaction of touching his ass again after a long month of thinking about it. My boner throbbed in my pants. I pushed him up by his ass and he scrambled to the top of the mat pile. Of course, now we had a challenge, which was how I was to climb up. I backed up to the door, got a running start, then bounded off the small pile of mats reaching up to the top of the high pile. I got nearly half my body up over the top, but the unstable tower started to lean. "Here!" Justin called. He was laying on his stomach reaching out with both hands to grab my arms. Between me kicking my way up the side of the pile and him pulling me up, I was able to awkwardly get my whole body over the top. The pile nearly toppled over but swayed back in position. The force of me coming over the top rolled us both over the taller row of mats onto the shorter row just behind, and he landed sprawled on his back with me squarely on top of him. We came down laughing on top of each other, having just made it to our hiding spot without knocking over all the mats. My body was pressed against his, our faces close. We were both hard, and I could feel his rigid cock pushing against mine. It was an amazing feeling, our two boy boners hard against each other with only a small bit of fabric between them. We looked in each other's eyes, and I could feel his breath on my skin. I knew we both wanted something to happen, but I didn't know what. "So now," he said, nearly a whisper, "we play Seven Minutes in Heaven." "We play what?" I said, confused. "That's what you're supposed to play when you're hiding in a closet together." "What is it?" I asked. "We have to make out, either for seven minutes or until we get found." I was speechless. I didn't know anything about making out. Did he mean we were supposed to kiss and hug and stuff? I wanted this boy underneath me bad, and with our boners together and our faces so close, the thought of kissing him felt surprisingly natural. But I'd never kissed anyone before, at least not like that. "I don't know how to make..." I said but was interrupted when Justin lifted up his head and planted his full, puckered lips onto mine. I wasn't ready and I was a bit shocked. He pulled away just as quickly and looked me in the eyes again, smiling. Oh, I had liked that. I didn't know what I was doing but I was fully consumed by lust as I leaned down and kissed his lips. He kissed back, and this time we didn't pull apart. Both of us pressed harder together and our lips were locked, our heads moving up and down as we kissed. Time seemed to slow and the world disappeared. I was kissing Justin on his cute, rosey lips, and he was kissing me back. It felt like minutes went by before we naturally separated, gazing into each other's eyes again. "Did you like that?" he asked. "Yes," I whispered breathlessly. "Me too," he said and then leaned in again. This time he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer as our lips met. I closed my eyes, feeling his soft lips against mine, kissing him hard but with tenderness. He pulled back and looked at me again. "To really makeout, we have to use our tongues," he whispered. "Ok," I barely responded, ready for anything he suggested. Justin pulled me in again and this time as we began to kiss I felt the gentlest of touches from his tongue. It was warm and moist against my lips, and I instinctively parted my mouth to let him in. He was slow, tentative. At first, his pointed tongue just entered my mouth and I could taste him for the first time. He tasted sweet, robust. Despite having never tasted it before, I intuitively knew it was the taste of a boy -- a taste I came to love. My tongue without prompting met his and they began licking each other in my mouth. We both opened our lips wider and our tongues danced as we moved from my mouth to his and back. He held my head with his hand keeping me pushed against him, and when my tongue pushed into his mouth he would hold me harder, as if wanting to push my tongue deeper. I obliged. For several minutes, he held me and we kissed deeply, both in heavenly pleasure. We took a pause and for a moment the world around us returned. I realized that it was very possible that at anytime the seeker could come find us. I popped my head up and looked towards the door. Justin must have understood what I was thinking. "Don't worry," he said. "If someone comes into the aerobics room we'll hear them. And if they come in here, we'll be hidden by these mats." He patted the pile in front of us that was about a foot taller and blocked the view to the door. "Ok," I said. "It hasn't been seven minutes yet, has it?" I asked, returning my attention to him. "Who cares?" he said, and he pulled me in close. Our mouths connected and immediately our tongues started their dance again. But this time our bodies join in, both of us grinding our hips, rubbing our raging boners together. The feeling of my hard cock against his was incredible. Justin wrapped both of his arms around me and held me tight as we made out even harder than before. We rolled around on the mat, grinding our bodies, humping our hard cocks against each other, but never disconnecting our lips. Then I was on my back with Justin on top of me for the first time. His small 12-year-old frame covered my body. I put my arms around him and began to feel up his back. We kissed harder and deeper, as if we were both trying to reach our tongues farther into our mouths. My hands moved down to his lower back, and then to his ass. With each hand I grabbed one of his perky round buttocks and squeezed. "Ooooh," he moaned, and grinded his rigid cock harder into mine. I loved the feeling of his little ass in my hands and I bucked my hips up in involuntary response. But just then we heard a door open and running footsteps. Justin and I froze, popping our heads over the little wall of mats in front of us. "Shhh" I whispered. "Someone came into the aerobics room." We were silent, waiting to see if we would be discovered in our hiding spot. It had sounded like someone had run into the larger room and then stopped. Now it was silent. As we listened, Justin reached his hand down and grabbed my boner through my sweatpants, then leaned down to my ear. "I want to suck your dick," he whispered. "Stop!" I whispered and laughed. "We'll get caught!" He kept squeezing my boner and I couldn't help but laugh as he giggled too. Then the door the closet opened and light flooded the room. We were still hidden by the mats in front of us, but most likely we had been heard. Justin rolled off of me and laid flat on the mat by my side. We heard some footsteps, then some rustling of mats. Then, shocking us both, a boy's head popped up over the top. "Found you!" It was Brandon. It wasn't apparent if he realized what we had been doing while we were hidden, but either way we had been caught. "Aw man!" Justin said, "we had such a good hiding spot!" "Yeah and I wouldn't have even thought to look up here if I hadn't heard your giggling," he said. I gave Justin a side-eyed look and he laughed. "Fine, fine. You win," Justin said, defeated. "You gotta go back to the lobby until the games over. There's only a couple of minutes left!" Brandon said. He jumped down off the mats and rushed out of the room, presumably to find the other hiders. Justin and I made our way down the mats and through the aerobics studio. Our boners were obvious in our pants, his basketball shorts tenting with a pointed bulge, my sweatpants swelled in front. Before we left the room, we both reached down our pants and made adjustments, flipping our boners up so the elastic in our underwear would hold them in place. "That really was seven minutes in heaven," Justin said, giving me his naughty grin. "I wish we had more time than that," I said, and, feeling bold and horny, I grabbed his butt as I followed him out of the room. *** The hide and seek game ended with everyone being found, and all the boys were mingling around the lobby of the Y. Justin and I sat next to each other on a bench against the wall, both still incredibly aroused. My cock was still aching in my pants and I knew that whatever happened the rest of night, I would have to find a way to relieve it. With the game over, the rounds of activities were about to begin. The different gyms and training rooms of the building would be used for dodgeball, basketball, card tournaments, and other games. The schedule was loose, with boys able to join in any time or just move to a different activity if they felt like it. As Justin and I sat together, I realized that the format for the night would be perfect for us to slip away unnoticed. So when the activities began, I leaned over and whispered to Justin my idea -- we would find another place to be alone while everyone else was moving between activities. But to make this less obvious, we decided to not be seen together. We weren't sure where we would go -- surely the aerobics room would be used for something, so that was out. We made a plan to split up, with each of us trying to find a private place, then meet back in the lobby in 10 minutes. Justin went down one hallway, and I left going down the opposite. I looked through all the rooms, most of which were either too visible or had an activity beginning in them. Other doors I tried were locked, most likely offices or storage areas. At the end of the hallway I arrived back at the large gymnasium where the night had begun. My search for a private place was fruitless, and I made my way back to the lobby. I waited for Justin, well after the ten minutes, wondering if maybe he got involved in something or got lost. Finally, I saw him jogging back down the hallway towards me. "Sorry, I had an idea and wanted to check it out. But I think I found a good place,'" he said, catching his breath. "Follow me!" I jogged after him down the hallway, rounding corners and passing rooms that were abuzz with activity. We came around another corner, then another, and I wondered if we weren't going in a circle. The farther we went, the more distant the sounds of the other boys got. The doors on our left and right appeared to be offices and were most likely locked. Then towards the end of the hallway there was a double door with glass windows. Inside was a giant swimming pool. "The pool?" I asked, thinking that it would surely be locked since we weren't doing any swimming activities that night. "No," Justin said. "Here," and he went over to the right of the pool doors to a single door with a "Restroom" sign on it. It must have been the disabled or family restroom, separate from the main men's and women's changing rooms. I followed him through the door. He turned behind me and reached out to turn a deadbolt latch. "Perfect," I said. "Yeah. If anyone comes all the way down here, they'll just think this door is always locked," he said, giving me one of his devilish smiles. The restroom was much bigger than I would have imagined, much longer than it was wide. I walked through it, getting a sense of the room. Immediately to the right was a double-sink counter, then a half-wall separated that from a urinal and a large, enclosed stall. I walked farther back and there was another small room with a padded bench in the middle, presumably for sitting while changing clothes. Against the back wall were two shower stalls with curtains. Walking back up towards the door, I stopped in my tracks. Justin was leaning against the sink counter with his shorts around his ankles. His full erection stood straight out, pointing at me. He had a smile on his face and he was staring directly at me. I looked him up and down, taking in the sexy body and hard dick that made up my fantasies and now was waiting to explore more with me. "Let's suck dicks" he said in a hungry voice. I didn't say another word. I grasped the waistband of my sweatpants, pulled them down, and my three and a half inch boycock popped out. It was standing at a 45 degree angle, hard as steel, with a small drop of precum on the tip. I had waited for this for so long. I no longer felt any hesitation, and after the things we had revealed and the makeout session we had just had, there was no need for games now. Justin looked down at my erect penis. He stepped forward, grabbed me by the hips, and turned me around to lean against the counter as he had been. Then without a word, he sunk down on his knees, his face even with my throbbing cock, opened his mouth a took in my little pole. I felt his moist lips slide over the sensitive skin of my head and my whole body shuddered. Then he took more in, his lips about halfway down my shaft. I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and moaned. Justin took it all the way, his chin brushing against my balls and his nose touching my stomach, just above the base. It was the best feeling I had ever had, even better than in the tent. His mouth was warm and wet. It enveloped my cock -- a perfect fit -- and every part of my body felt the pleasure radiating from my groin. Justin slowly pulled back, keeping his lips tight, sliding back down my shaft and just over the ridge that formed my cock head. Then he took it back in again. Another wave of pleasure washed over me as my cock was again consumed by the warmth of his mouth. He did it again, and again, slowly sucking my young boner. I softly moaned every time he took me all the way down. I looked down at Justin on my cock. His eyes were closed, a calm and satisfied looked on his face, and his lips were wrapped tight around my shaft. Down lower, in-between his spread knees I could see he had his hand around his own cock, slowly stroking it. This boy wasn't just sucking my dick, he was getting off on it. I watched as he took my little cock in and out of his mouth, each time seeming to go deeper in. After what must have been about five minutes he came up for air, sliding my wet cock out of his mouth, his saliva on my head forming strings that still attached to his lips. He looked up at me, panting. Justin was in full heat. I looked into his eyes and saw pure sexual desire. He stuck out his tongue and started licking on up my shaft, just like the first time we had licked each other's dicks. He moved up to the head, lapping up the stream of gooey precum that was flowing non-stop out of my the hole at the tip. "Mmmm," he moaned as he tasted my fresh precum. "Put it back in," I said, almost desperately. He went back at it, immediately swallowing my whole cock in his mouth. He sucked on it faster, taking it in and out, just over the ridge of the head. He was full-speed jerking on his own cock. His head bobbed in front of me. I could feel the building sensation of pleasure leading towards orgasm. This amazing feeling was overwhelming, and the faster he sucked the less control I had. I urgently grabbed his head and pulled him off my cock. It made a popping sound as it came out of his lips. "I almost had to cum!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice down, but full of excitement. "That's okay," he said, looking up at me. "I want to taste it." "But I want to suck on yours too," I said. "Oh, ok," he said. He was jerking hard on his cock, but he stopped and stood up. We traded places, him now leaning on the counter, and me getting down on my knees. His beautiful four-inch erect penis was directly in front of me, inches from my face. I immediately parted my lips, leaned in, and took his whole cock into my mouth. I could feel the head slide past the roof of my mouth and into my throat. I tasted again that unique and captivating pubescent musk that only a boy at that age has. Then I began to suck him like he had sucked me, slowly at first, feeling each inch of his young shaft glide in and out of my mouth. I instinctively reached down and began stroking my own cock, still wet from his spit. "Ooooh, that feels so good," Justin moaned. I looked up at him as I sucked, my mouth full of boycock. His head was tilted back and his eyes closed. I knew that feeling -- I had felt the same euphoria moments ago as he had sucked on mine, and I liked making him feel that way. Focusing back on his cock, I closed my eyes and sucked harder, as if trying to suck milk out of it. I sped up, his cock now slobbery wet and slippery. "Suck it, Mark," Justin breathed. I couldn't get enough and started bobbing on his cock, beating my own in unison with my sucking. Justin began to buck his hips slightly, pushing it farther into my throat. For several minutes, he pumped into me and I sucked as hard as I could. Then I reached a point where I needed air, not wanting to let go of his cock, but needing to rest. I leaned back and looked at his cock in front of me again, still jerking myself off. Justin looked down at me, smiling. The tip of it squirted out a fresh stream of precum and I stuck out my tongue and licked it up. "Wait," he said, as he saw me lick. "Let me taste it." He reached down and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up. Then he leaned in and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth and I could feel it licking against my own. He was licking his own precum off my tongue. "Mmmmm," he said as he pulled back, swallowing what he had found. He bent down and licked the end of my cock, getting the drop of precum dangling there, then came back up and kissed me again. I stuck my tongue in his mouth, licking up the gooey liquid there, tasting the saltiness I had now come to love. Then we were making out hard again, our tongues fighting in each other's mouths. We pressed our bodies close, our wet cocks grinding against each other. His hands were moving up and down, all over my body as we made out. I had the two firm cheeks of his ass in my hands again. As we kissed harder, my hands felt and grabbed on his little butt, squeezing the cheeks, pulling them apart. I got daring and started to feel in-between them, inching closer into his crack. "Wait," he said, breaking the kiss. "I have an idea." "What?" "Let's play Explore," he said. "What's that?" "Come back here" he said, reaching down to grab his shorts, then walking down the length of the restroom towards the back. I followed him, not sure what he was up to. He stopped in front of the bench, then kicked his shorts all the way off. "Get naked," he said. I hardly needed to be told. In a flash, we were both completely nude in front of each other, our hard boy cocks still standing out from our bodies. "Ok, now what?" I said, ready for anything. "So you said you jerk off thinking about my butt. And I jerk off thinking about your dick. We each take a turn exploring. That way we can jerk it to the real thing!" He was already stroking his cock again as he explained. "Ok, so what do I do?" I asked. "Nothing. I'll go first. You just have to stand there and show me your dick." "Ok. And what will you do?" I asked, still not sure what we were doing. "Whatever I want!" he said with his little boyish laugh. "Here, I'll lay down and you just stand over me." Justin got on the padded bench and laid down on his back while I stood at the end of the bench. His cock stood straight up from his body. He reached forward and grabbed my legs, pulling me in to straddle the bench. I waddled up over his body as he directed me, feeling his boner slide underneath me. When I nearly reached his face he stopped me. Now my cock was directly above him, and my little balls were dangling over his chin. "Perfect," he said, and he reached down and started stroking his cock again. "Now I just get to explore your dick." All of my young life I had been shy for anyone to see my private parts. Now I was completed naked, erect, with my cock inches above someone who was basically inspecting it. It was incredibly arousing. I had no idea that I would enjoy him looking at my cock so much but I liked showing it to him while he pleasured himself. "I like the shape of it," he said, jerking his cock faster. "Yeah?" "Yeah, it's like super straight, but it sticks up." He kept jerking and with his other hand, he reached up and started feeling my balls. He gently rolled each one in his fingers, then he cupped my whole sack with his hand. "Your balls are so round," he said, continuing to caress them. "Aren't yours?" I asked. "Mine feel a little more like ovals I guess. I like yours." He moved his hand up and started running one finger down the bottom side of my shaft. It felt good, like a little tickle after the overwhelming sensations his mouth had given me. I turned back and watched as he masturbated, enjoying seeing how much exploring my cock was getting him off. He started petting the areas around my cock and balls -- my stomach just above, my inner thighs, the creases where my leg met my sack. "You don't have any hair," he said. "No," I said, not sure if I should be embarrassed. "How long have you had hair?" I asked, looking down at the dusting of fur at the base of his cock. "Only a couple of months. It just kinda showed up one day," he said. I could hear the rhythm of his jerking in his voice. He was stroking his cock hard. Then I asked him something and I had no idea why. "Do you think Jason has hair yet?" He paused, then said "I don't know." His hand moved up to my shaft which he was grasping and squeezing. "Probably not." Then he was quiet for a moment. "You think about him too, don't you," he said playfully. It had to be obvious. When Justin had asked me a Truth question in the tent about who I wanted to jerk off with, I had said Jason. He had caught me looking at Jason's butt that very night. And the honest answer was that I did -- not nearly as much as I thought about Justin, but sometimes I would think of Jason's even smaller younger body and his tiny little butt, and I would jerk until I came. "Yeah, sometimes," I admitted. "Me too," he said. "Really?" "Yeah," he said. "Sometimes I think about rubbing dicks together with him or sucking him and it makes me cum." He sounded so non-chalant about it. It was strange, but it made me want to share my secret desires too. "I cum thinking about him too. I like his butt," I said. "Do you jerk it to Jason's butt or my butt more?" He was stroking my cock now with a firm grip. He had lifted his head up and was nearly touching my balls with his nose. I could feel his breath on me as he talked. "Yours," I said. "I thought so," he giggled. "Ready for your turn to explore it?" "Your butt?" I asked in amazement. Justin didn't respond. He just scooted down on the bench and flipped over. I watched the cute little cheeks move and stretch as he lifted his leg to straddle the bench. Now he was on his stomach facing away from me as I stood over top of him, my hard cock hovering above his ass. My eyes were glued to those round mounds of flesh. Up until then I'd had only few looks at it bare, and I had touched and grabbed it a couple of times. But this was the first time I was able to actually stare at it and take it in. My cock, already as hard as I thought it could get, throbbed, and I could feel a stream of precum making its way through and out of my dickhole. "What do I do?" I said, knowing I wanted to play with his butt, but unsure how to start. "Whatever you want," he said. "You get to explore me. You can jerk and look at it, or touch it, grab it. Whatever." "Ok," I said, still a bit timid that we were this openly touching and jerking off to each other. My lust was overwhelming as I stared at Justin's butt. I had never seen anything this hot, this sexual. Nothing had ever made me this horny. I still didn't know why I liked it so much -- his little ass just drew my eyes and it always felt so good when I touched myself thinking about it. There was something about the shape of it. So small, but round and perky. Moving closer, I leaned down and started to really study it. His skin was perfectly smooth, without a single blemish on either cheek. It had an olive tone, although lighter than his legs where the tan line stopped. The cheeks were round, symmetrical globes that gently curved out to his hips on the outside, and sharply curved in at the crack. I realized I was stroking my cock again. Slowly. Methodically. My lust was being fulfilled as the object of so many fantasies was here, right before my eyes. I had jerked off so many times to this perfect boy butt in my mind's eye. Now I was masturbating with it just inches away and every stroke gave me incredible satisfaction. "Do you like it?" he asked, his voice coming from where his head hung off the end of the bench. "Yes," I whispered. "I like showing it to you." I had nothing to say. My focus on his bare ass was so deep, and the long slow strokes on my cock were giving me immense pleasure. "Touch it," he said quietly. I hadn't even thought to touch him yet. I reached out with my free hand and caressed his right cheek. It felt smooth with not a single hair, not even the light blonde fur that started at the top of his leg. I squeezed it, grabbing the whole cheek in my hand, feeling the softness of the buttock, but the firmness of the muscle underneath. I let go of my cock with my other hand and grabbed the other cheek. I caressed them both, petting them, enjoying the feeling of his warm soft skin on my hands. I kneaded his ass in my hands, my breath getting heavier as I got more and more turned on. It wasn't enough. My curiosity was too strong. I delicately placed my hands on the inner side of each cheek and slowly pulled outward, spreading them open. I could feel the warmth, and the slow anticipation of what was inside made my heart flutter. My cock pulsed and bounced, precum drooling from the tip. Justin's anus appeared before me for the first time. I had never seen another butthole before, hardly even my own. My raging cock throbbed and a gush of precum poured out, dripping onto Justin's ass. He must have known what I wanted, because he reached behind himself and spread his cheeks with his hands, exposing his pristine treasure to me. I moved my head closer and inspected what I saw -- a small, pink, puckered hole centered in the crack of his ass. It was about a half inch slit from top to bottom. A circular, almost puffy lip ringed the opening. Little wrinkles in the skin radiate out from the hole, like a glowing star. The slit looked inviting, and my cock pulsed as I wondered what was inside. I was drawn to lean down without knowing why. I got my nose between his cheeks and about an inch from his hole. I breathed in, sniffed. It was a smell I had never experienced before. It was powerfully erotic and stimulating. Light sweat mixed with a boyish musk. Sweet but robust and organic. I had encountered the strongest desire that would follow me the rest of my life: boyhole. My cock was throbbing and dripping. It wanted relief. Instinctively, I moved my body forward and climbed on top of Justin. I placed my cock right in line between his cheeks, my swollen head squarely on the middle of his hole. My precum smeared on him, making a wet sound as I slid my cock up his crack. "Ooooooo," he moaned, wiggling underneath me. I began to move my hips up and down, slowly humping his butt. "Oh, Maaaark," he squealed. I slid my slippery cock back and forth down his crack, massaging his hole with my head. The pressure of his fleshy cheeks enveloped my shaft and the pleasure of humping a boys little butt for the first time was so strong I was lost to everything else around us. I leaned down so my entire body was on top of his, my face next to his ear. "This feels so good," I whispered. "Yessss," he moaned, and it seemed for the first time he had a loss for words. I humped his smooth little butt on that bench for several minutes. Our heavy breathes and boyish moans of ecstasy, complemented by the slick sticky sounds of my wet cock sliding over his hole, softly echoed off the bathroom walls. Soon, Justin began to raise and lower his ass in counterpoint to me. Both of us were awash in pleasure. I wondered if this was what sex felt like. "Rub your dick right on my butthole," he whimpered, nearly begging. I repositioned myself and placed my cockhead right on his slit, then, resuming our tandem humping, we both cried out in our high-pitched young voices a moan of pure gay pleasure. The sensation grew overwhelming and I knew I wanted to cum just like this. No words were exchanged, just a silent crescendo of lust and pure boyish horniness as we increased speed. I pumped my hips harder, feeling my cock sliding over his slippery hole over and over. My cock throbbed against Jusin's butthole and my cum let loose, exploding with shots of semen, pulsing in the fleshy confines of his ass crack. My creamy boyjuice squirted up onto his back, and it frothed where my cock fucked into it. I groaned so loud it rang off the concrete walls. Justin whimpered beneath me. I kept humping, milking every drop of cum from my cock with the pressure of his ass cheeks. The pulsing slowed. I laid down on his back with a sigh and my load was spread across my own stomach and chest where our skin made contact. We stayed in the position for a few moments, catching out breaths. Our bodies were together, now connected by sweat and semen, and the frothy cum surrounded my cock where it still rested on his wet butthole. "That was the best cum I've ever had," Justin said. I was trying to process how something could possibly feel so good. Then I realized that in the heat of things, I didn't even realize he had orgasmed. "Did you cum too?" I said, surprised. How could he cum, face down on the bench and not even jerking his cock? He maneuvered underneath me, and I raised up some to let him move. Flipping over, his sagging half-hard boner, wet and gooey, came into view. "Rubbing my butthole like that made me do it," he said, sounding like he hardly believed it himself. "Wow," was all I could say. *** Justin and I stayed in that position for a while, my naked cum-covered body straddling his as he lay on the bench. Our softening hardons were inches from each other and sticky with the fruits of our pleasure. We touched them and felt them, giggling and smiling. We played with our cum, wiping it on each other's dicks, marveling at how it made a sticky string between our fingers. Playfulness turned to horniness again and within a few minutes I noticed Justin's dick hardening. Mine followed. We rubbed them together shaft to shaft and they were soon full boners again. Justin looked up into my eyes as we grinded our insatiable young cocks together. "We should shower all this cum off," he said. I moved aside to let him up. He walked to the shower a few feet away, his four-inch pole hard and bouncing in front of him. I watched as he turned on the water, waited a few seconds, then moved underneath the spray. Turning to me, he reached behind himself and spread his sexy round ass cheeks again. "Rub your dick on my butthole again," he said, that sly smile creeping across his face. For the second time that night, I humped Justin's ass, this time as hot water cascaded down our little bodies and I experienced the joy of reaching around and stroking a boy's cock to the rhythm of my thrusts. ###