Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 19:01:45 +0000
From: Bro 24 <bro-24@hotmail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Justin, Chapter 4

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.

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EXPLORING WITH JUSTIN

***

Chapter 4

With my eyes closed, I can still picture it -- the smooth, spread cheeks of
12-year-old Justin. I'm stroking slowly now, my hand squeezing hard on my
cock as each slide up and each slide down gives me a wave of pleasure.
Masturbating to that image of Justin's little spread butt is entrancing. I
can't stop and I don't want to.

I am fixated on that remembered image of his tiny pink anus, first exposed
to me on that YMCA bench. Fuck it feels good getting off to it. I want to
do this forever. But a new image pops in and I freeze as my cock throbs.
It's not that I forgot what happened on the campout that followed, it just
surprises me every time how hot it was and how daring we were. If it hadn't
happened to me, I may not believe that boys could do such horny things
together.

***

The sun was starting to go down when Justin and I finally had a moment
alone. In the rush of getting to this month's campsite, hauling in gear,
and setting up camp, we hadn't even talked to one another yet. But as
things finally settled down, the troop of boys wandered and split off to
play card games or have a snack. Justin came up to me, saying just loud
enough for me to hear "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Me too," I said, and I followed him towards the small cinderblock building
at the edge of the campsite.

My eyes wandered down his body as I followed him in, resting on his firm
round butt that filled out his jeans. I remembered playing with his naked
ass and spreading it on that YMCA shower bench. How good it had felt when I
humped my dick between his smooth cheeks. I had been humping my pillow
every night since, trying to recreate that feeling.

I thought of him sucking my dick with such enjoyment, and the simple,
satisfying pleasure of having his hard cock in my mouth. I knew this visit
to the bathroom was more than just nature's call, even if it was for but a
moment.

The building was small and dark, just two urinals side-by-side and a
stall. Justin stepped up to the farther urinal and unzipped his shorts,
opening the front wide and pulling out his dick. Clearly, he was offering
it for full view. I did the same the urinal next to him. Justin's eyes
moved down to my exposed penis.  Despite the anticipation for this minute
alone, I really did have to pee. As he watched, I let loose. To my
surprise, he moved over to my urinal and started to piss alongside me. I
got an idea and directed my pee to cross our streams. He countered and soon
we were giggling and sword fighting with ribbons of yellow piss.

After our flows ended, we both shook our penises to flick off the last
drops. But Justin continued to shake his, still standing close to me at the
urinal. As he watched I did the same, shaking my hardening dick just a few
inches from his. Within seconds we were holding boners and the shaking
turned to stroking. Justin reached over and replaced my hand with his. I
followed his lead. We turned away from the urinal and towards each other,
looking down as we jacked each other off.

"That feels so good," I said quietly.

"Yeah," he moaned. "I need to jerk bad." He looked up to me with his sly
smile. I felt the urge to lean in and kiss him, but this wasn't the
place. It would have to wait for later in the tent.

"What are you boys doing in there?" A sudden adult voice came from outside
the bathroom.

Justin was quick. "Just finishing up!" He yelled back. "We're washing our
hands!"

We weren't caught, but this playtime was at an end for now. We quickly put
our hard cocks away and zipped up. Before we left, Justin leaned in, taking
my full package in his hand. He whispered into my ear, "I can't wait for
the tent tonight." Then he turned to walk out the door. As he led the way
out, I got a full grab of his ass cheek.

***

Justin zipped up the tent flap as I turned on the small lantern that gave
just enough light to see each other. We had waited all evening for this
time, and I was already hard. We both knew what we wanted -- after the YMCA
there was no longer any pretense to our desires. I looked at his crotch as
he turned from the tent flap and saw a bulge that he wasn't even trying to
hide.

As I lay down on my sleeping bag, Justin threw himself on top of me and our
bodies smashed together. I felt his boner grind onto mine -- both our
raging young cocks lying flat, with the weight of his body pressing them
together.

"I've been so horny since last time," he said quietly. My eyes were locked
on his, looking deep into those brown wide eyes. I could see the lust there
that mirrored my own.

"Me too," I said.

Despite my desire, I still didn't know how to initiate what I
wanted. Should we play truth or dare again? Should I kiss him and we could
make out like we did when we played Seven Minutes in Heaven? I hoped Justin
would know how to take the next step. "What should we do?" I asked him.

He was slowly grinding his hips on top of me, a gentle pressure between our
cocks. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing my face. "Let's play a new
game," he said. I could hear the horniness in his voice.

"Ok," I said, excited.

"It's called `Pleasure'." He humped a little harder into me, pure bliss
radiating from my loins. I stared up at him. "We take turns," he continued,
"giving our dicks pleasure."

"That's it?"

"That's it," he said, his sly smile lighting up his face. I knew that what
he was suggesting wasn't really a game. This was an excuse for us to
explore each other more. To make our dicks feel good. To openly do sexual
things and show each other what we craved. It didn't matter what it was; I
would do anything he wanted. I smiled back at him.

"How do we start?" I asked.

"Let's get naked," he said, and without any hesitation he rolled to the
side and started pulling off his clothes.

I quickly followed his lead and in seconds we were naked, both of us fully
erect, up on our knees facing each other. My eyes wandered down his
12-year-old body, nearly hairless except for that light peach fur of youth
that only shown on his lower arms and legs. He looked incredible. His
young, lean body exuded a sexual aura that attracted me like nothing
else. The light brown of his smooth, tanned skin was perfection, and while
Justin wasn't particularly muscled, the curves of his body were those of a
boy who had was still developing, yet to find their ultimate definition and
free from the effects of age and wear and gravity.

Our cocks, standing straight out, pointed at one another with mere inches
between them. I stared at the four-inch pole in front of me, wanting to
feel it and taste it again. Before I could reach out and touch it, his hand
was around mine, squeezing and caressing, exploring my sex. I did the same,
fondling his rigid shaft and brushing over his swollen cock head.

"Your dick is so hard," I said, almost rhetorically.

"So is yours," he replied.

"Ready for Pleasure?" he said, slowly stroking my cock.

"Yesss," I sighed, all the response I could muster.

"I'll go first."

"Ok," I said with anticipation.

Justin released my cock and put a hand on my shoulder, motioning for me to
lie down. With my back on the sleeping bag and him hovering over me, he
looked me up and down.

"Ok, the first pleasure will be to pretend we are having sex," he said.

I stared at him with wide eyes, stunned. I had no idea what he meant. Sex
was still a foreign concept to me and I didn't want to be embarrassed not
knowing what to do. He must have understood my response because he gave me
a comforting smile.

"You just lay there," he said. "Then I'll get on top of you and we rub
together like we're having sex."

I was still uncertain as he lifted one leg over me, straddling my body, and
laying down on top. Our naked bodies came together and as our boners
touched my concern disappeared. The ecstasy of his hard boydick against
mine melted everything else away.

Slowly he began to grind his hips and our cocks massaged one another. A low
whimper escaped my lips.

"You like that, baby?" He said in a gentle, sexy voice. He sounded like
guys do in movies when they are making love to a woman.

"Yesss," I moaned.

He humped into me harder and I felt his cock grinding more vigorously
against mine. His face was inches away and his heavy breath brushed my
lips. We looked into each other's eyes, the shared pleasure evident on our
faces. He leaned down more and suddenly his lips were touching mine. I
remembered what we had done before and I responded by kissing him back. Our
lips pressed together as he continued to grind into me.

He lifted back up, looking me in the eyes again. "Yeah baby, it feels so
good," he said sensually.  I wasn't sure what to do. Justin had taken on
some role of a guy having sex and I thought he wanted me to do the
same. But it was weird because in all the movies and shows I had seen it
was a guy and a girl, and I didn't really know how to act like that. I
didn't want to be a girl and it seemed he was already being the guy.

He stopped humping for a second and just looked at me. "Is this ok?" he
asked.

"Yeah," I said. "It feels good."

"You gotta pretend too," he said.

I looked away for a moment and then back at him. "But I'm not a girl," I
said.

"No, that's ok. We can pretend to be two guys having sex," he said, like it
made all the sense in the world.

Somehow him saying that made things click. It was an even hornier
thought. I'd never seen two guys have sex before, but just the words
sounded incredibly hot. How ever it was that guys had sex with each other,
I wanted to do it with Justin.

"Ok," I said finally. "Let's do it."

Justin smiled again and started back humping into me. My cock felt amazing
against his.

"Yeah, take it, baby," he said in that sexual voice.

I felt myself let go with the pleasure of his naked body writhing on me.

"Oh, you feel so good, baby," I said in a low voice.

My playing along must have really turned him on -- his eyes widened and he
looked at me, then with some force he pushed back on to my lips. This time
I was ready and we kissed hard. Within seconds our tongues were crossing
each other's lips and we were making out just like we had that first
time. His arms wrapped around me and held me closer as he humped harder
against my cock.

The pleasure was growing even more and we moaned into each other's mouths
as we kissed. I completely forgot that we were pretending anything and I
instinctually put my arms around his body feeling up and down his back. I
bucked my hips up into his, meeting the thrusts of his cock with my own.
Now we were two naked boys, making out in each other's arms as we ground
our raging cocks together.  My hands slid down to his ass, each one
grabbing a smooth cheek and squeezing. I pulled him into me with the rhythm
of his thrusts and we both moaned in time as our cocks fucked. Every second
of it was pure bliss and I never wanted it to stop. Our heavy kissing made
it that much hotter, and for that time I knew that if this is what sex with
another boy felt like, it was exactly what I wanted.

But then Justin suddenly broke our kiss and rolled off of me. He panted and
desperately clasped a hand around his erect cock.

"I almost came!" He said.

"That felt so good," I said, watching him as he tried to hold back an
orgasm.

"I need a sec," he said, laying back on the sleeping bag and catching his
breath.

But I didn't need a minute. I was horny and amped up. Pretending to have
sex, or having sex, or whatever it was, had fueled every hormone in my
body. I wanted more humping and more of his hot body.

"My turn for pleasure," I told him.

He looked at me, still recovering and looking uncertain about what I
wanted. I knew exactly what I wanted.

"Turn over," I directed. "I want to hump your butt."

Justin did as commanded, rolling over onto his stomach and exposing for me
those two beautiful fleshy mounds. I eyed them up as I jacked off my
cock. I'd spent a month fucking my pillows and fantasizing about what I was
about to do. For a moment I just took in the sexiness of his naked boy ass
and masturbated to the object of my desire.

I climbed over him and sat on his legs, nestling the length of my dick in
the crack of his ass. With my hands I spread his cheeks apart. When the
beauty of his little pink hole was before me again I made a slight
gasp. There was nothing like seeing it so close, not even in my
imagination.

As I lay forward, I maneuvered my cockhead right onto his hole and the
warmth and texture of it made my already raging cock pulse. Slowly I began
to hump into him and the pleasure on my dick swelled again.

With my mouth right down next to his ear I whispered in ecstasy, "oh my
god."

Justin whispered back, "Give it to me, baby."

He was still in character, but it felt more real than pretend. His sultry
voice made me want him even more, if that was possible.

"You like my sexy butt, don't you?" He whispered up at me.

"Yesss," I moaned. I humped him harder and faster.

"You jerk off thinking about it, don't you?" He teased.

"Every day," I admitted, lost to the pleasure of his warm full ass cheeks
enveloping my dick.

"It's all yours, baby," he whimpered. "Your big dick feels so good."

The line between pretending and real was so blurred I didn't know which it
was anymore. And it didn't matter. With full thrusts I was humping my cock
right over his butthole as his smooth cheeks squeezed me. Just like on that
restroom bench, I was sent over the edge and the threat of orgasm couldn't
be abated.

"I'm going to cum!" I whispered loudly in his ear.

"Yeah, keep going!" Justin replied.

With a restrained grunt, kept as quiet as I could so the rest of the
campsite would not hear, I gave a final hard thrust between his ass and
felt my cock explode with a force of semen. It was trapped between his hole
and my cock and I fucked into his slippery skin until the climax subsided
and I lay sweaty and exhausted on top of him. His slow, heavy breaths told
me he had orgasmed too, the stimulation of his hole too much, just as it
had been the last time.

***

Justin sat cross-legged, just inches from me as I lay on my back. We were
both naked, although we had had the presence of mind to at least wipe up
our cum after the shared orgasm from me humping his butt. A wadded-up
t-shirt rested in the corner with the evidence of our loads.

He fondled his soft penis, casually rubbing and playing with it like it was
the most normal thing to do in the world. I hadn't touched my own since
cleaning up, but I was fascinated at how he seemed to enjoy just touching
himself, even if he wasn't hard. It had been a good fifteen minutes and we
talked while he played and I watched. I was feeling more comfortable with
him than I had ever before. Usually, I was nervous talking about sex stuff,
stumbling over my words and afraid to talk about the secret thoughts that I
thought only I had. But after all we had done together, there wasn't much
to hide anymore. He knew I jerked off to him and to other boys, and I knew
the same about him. There was no longer any doubt that our explorations
weren't just playing around or innocent curiosity, we had moved into openly
getting off on each other and our shared attraction was known.

"Have you ever done that before?"  I asked him.

"What?" He replied, still fiddling with his soft little dick.

"Had sex?"

"We didn't have sex," he said.

"I mean yeah, but we pretended to. But you seemed to know what to do."

"That's cause it's easy. You just stick your dick in something, and you're
having sex."

It made some sense, at least to my young mind. School had taught me the
basics of reproduction, but I always thought there was more to it than that
a guy just sticking his dick in a girl. In movies there was always lots of
kissing and other stuff before a guy and a girl were moving around under
bedcovers.  He saw me in deep thought about it all and broke the silence
with a surprising question.

"Did you see Jason earlier?"

A wave of nerves rushed over me. I had a crush on the little 11-year-old
and Justin seemed to know it. Even though we had both admitted to each
other that we had jerked off thinking about Jason, I was still shy to
reveal how much the sexy blonde boy turned me on. Of course I had seen him
earlier. My hungry eyes had sought out his tiny butt as soon as I had
arrived at the campsite. I hadn't been disappointed -- the sweatpants he
had on held his round little buns tight and it had been the best view of
his ass yet. My rested dick started to fill with the thought of it.

"Yeah," I said finally.

Justin didn't say anything else about it, but he looked down at my dick. It
had obviously gotten harder. He gave me his sly smile.

"Are you ready for more Pleasure?" He asked in his sexy voice.

***

Justin moved himself back and leaned down, making his face level with my
cock as I sat up on my knees. He tilted his head and stuck out his tongue,
licking from under my cock where the base met my sack, slowly up the shaft,
and up over my head. My whole body shuddered with the warm, wet,
sensation. He paused at the piss slit, pointing his tongue, and scooping up
a gooey drop that had already formed there. As I watched, he looked up with
his tongue stretched out, showing me that sticky droplet, pulling it into
his mouth, and then very deliberately swallowing.

"I like your precum," he said. I couldn't respond, so turned on by his
indecent act. It caused more precum to ooze out, replacing the drop he had
gathered.

He licked again and again, slow licks up the length of my cock, each time
licking off the precum that was now a constant flow. Finally, he opened his
mouth wide, moved his body forward, and took my whole cock in his mouth.

"Oh wow," I moaned. The overwhelming sensation made me toss my head back,
my eyes thrown shut, and I experienced a complete loss of presence. There
was only his warm, wet mouth on my cock.  Justin moaned too, a muffled
sound from his throat that expressed the satisfaction I knew he had longed
for. I could tell he really liked sucking my cock. Moving his head in and
out, he worked to take me deeper. This was the third time his mouth had
been on me, and it felt better than ever: Justin had improved at sucking it
and was more confident in what he was doing because now it seemed he had a
definite technique. His lips were tight around my shaft, and as he pulled
out, I could feel the suction he made around it, sliding my little shaft
out while the resistance of his sucking action pulled the skin back in. He
used his tongue, laying it flat underneath like a soft, wet bed for my dick
to glide across, massaging the underside with that firm but spongey muscle,
and occasionally, when just my swollen head remained in his mouth, he
swirled it over the top and it gave me radiating chills. Justin had either
learned something new, or he had tapped into some innate cocksucking
ability.

"I wanted to suck you again so bad," he said, stopping just long enough to
take a breath, strings of saliva and precum stretching from my wet cock to
his beautiful boy lips. He looked like a hungry animal. He consumed it
again, taking it deep into his throat and moving his body forward and back
with the bobbing motions of his head.

I looked down his body, so turned on that this naked boy was eagerly
sucking my dick. He was on all fours, his back arched and his round bare
ass pushed out behind him. While his left arm held his weight, his right
arm was wrapped underneath, and I could see he was beating off his cock to
the rhythm of his sucking. He looked sexier than I had ever seen him: a
preteen boy in the throes of carnal lust with his perky, smooth spread
wide-open as he bent over.

He energetically sucked me and masturbated himself, lost in the sex
act. After a few minutes he reached up with his hands, my cock still
filling his mouth, and took hold of my arms. He moved them into place so my
hands rested on the back of his head. I fingered through his floppy blonde
hair. Justin wanted more. He reached around me and firmly grabbed my ass
cheeks. Then as he sucked my cock in, he pulled my body in too. He slid my
cock out and then squeezed my ass again, pushing my hips forward so my cock
entered deeper in his mouth. Some instinct in me clicked and suddenly the
motions he was ushering me towards became my own. I began to buck my hips
forward, pushing my cock into his mouth while he sucked it in. Then I
pulled my hips back, drawing my cock from his lips.

Soon I was fucking his mouth and he was eagerly taking as much as I would
feed him. The feeling was intense -- not only the pleasure on my cock, but
the natural desire to hump into him. I was losing myself in it all and the
slow plunges into his mouth quickly became hard thrusts down his
throat. Slurping sounds filled the tent. I grunted in my high-pitched voice
as I fucked his face. I forgot completely about the boy on my dick, only
brought back to my senses when I heard him gagging as I humped faster and
faster.

"Whoa, are you okay?" I said as I pulled out my cock. He brought his arm up
to wipe off his dripping lips. He looked up with at me with the same horny
smile.

"Yeah," he said. "That was great!"

"I thought I was choking you," I said, concerned.

He laughed, saying "It's ok, I liked it." Then he rolled over, exposing his
throbbing member, dripping with precum. I laid down next to him, out of
breath but still excited.

"That was crazy," I said.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yeah, so good," I replied. "You're really good at sucking it."

He turned onto his side towards me, jerking his dick casually as we lay
close together. "It's your turn for Pleasure," he said.

I looked down at his hard cock, slowly being masturbated by his hand, the
precum smeared all over and sticky.

"I want to suck yours," I said hungrily.

He waved his erect cock at me with his hand. Pushing him onto his back, I
climbed on his body and moved down to face his hard little member. He
pulled his hand away and I could see the glistening semen covering
it. Stretching my tongue out as far as I could, I made long, slow licks up
the four thin inches of his shaft. Justin shuddered below me. I was
rewarded with the now familiar taste of boycock. The salty sweet flavor of
his precum turned me on even more. Looking up at his face, I stuck out my
tongue and slapped his hard dickhead against it, making a wet whacking
sound that felt so horny and naughty. I couldn't help myself any longer and
I opened wide, taking his whole hard cock into my mouth. Justin groaned and
I saw him close his eyes and threw his head back with a sigh. It felt just
as good having his dick in my mouth again.

I sucked him in and out, savoring the feeling of it in me. It felt so
natural to suck dick, like this was what boys were meant to do
together. The taste of his penis was addictive -- the taste of sex with the
unique twist of a pubescent boy in heat. I sucked him slowly for several
long minutes, lost in the ecstasy of dicksucking. There were no pretenses
now. Justin and I were sexually pleasuring each other without
hesitation. It felt good and neither of us wanted to stop. Indeed, with all
barriers down, we both just wanted more. Justin purred and moaned as I
grunted with eager energy.

After several minutes of working his cock, I felt Justin smoothly rotating
his body around underneath me. I may have wondered what he was doing, but
so focused on his young meat as I was, I didn't realize what he had done
until in a moment of ecstasy, I felt his warm mouth envelop my dick once
again.

"Oh my god," I moaned. Just when I thought that things couldn't get more
intense, Justin started sucking my cock with that same hungry energy as
before. "Yeah, Justin. Suck it," I commanded.

I shoved his wet throbbing boycock back in my mouth and matched his
energy. We went hard on each others dicks in a 69, not yet knowing that was
the number for the position we had found, but lost in ultimate pleasure of
simultaneous dicksucking. We licked and slurped and sucked, humping into
each other's mouths and giving in to pure hormonal horniness. The feeling
of his mouth on my dick made me want to suck his even more, and the joy of
sucking his made me want him to suck my cock harder. I knew he must be
feeling the same way.

After about ten non-stop minutes in our sucking circle position, I thought
to seek out his balls. They hung looser than I had remembered, but still
boyishly smooth. I licked then sucked each one in turn. Using my hands to
spread his legs further apart beneath me, I tried licking all around his
privates -- on his inner thighs, where his ball sack met his legs in a
crease, and then in the smooth flat spot under his sack.  But then, as I
crept lower and lower, I caught a whiff of his musk. The memory of it hit
me instantly. It was the aroma that had so entranced me when I had explored
his butt on that YMCA bench. Now, Justin's butthole was mere inches away
and suddenly became my target of interest.

I moved my hands under his legs and gently pulled his cheeks farther
apart. His hole was exposed before me. Up until now I had touched it,
sniffed it, and rubbed my dick on it until I came. But my curiosity was
greater still. I had thought about what I was about to do, a deep, secret
thought that always seemed too crazy to actually act on. But my desire was
raging, and his precious hole was too close for me to resist. I moved down
further, stuck out my flattened tongue and made a long slow lick over the
puffy lips of his perfect anus.

Justin moved off my dick. "Ooooooooo" he cried, the loudest moan I had ever
heard him make.

I was so turned on. What I had just done seemed so taboo, so private. It
was the most sexually arousing thing I had ever experienced. And he seemed
to like it too.

"Do that again," Justin said in a begging whisper.

I made another long slow lick, up his smooth crack and over his hole.

"Ooooh Mark," Justin moaned slowly, loudly.

"Does that feel good?" I asked him, the answer obvious.

"Oh god, yes," he said from behind me.

Having broken the ice and suddenly realized that licking Justin's hole was
exactly what I had been craving for so long, I went in more confident. I
started licking right on it, slow licks that turned into faster
lapping. Justin just lay there, moaning in ecstasy, my dick momentarily
forgotten. After a few seconds, he instinctively lifted up his legs,
bending them at the knee so they were on either side of me. His cheeks
opened wider and the wrinkled ring of his butthole was fully exposed.

I licked and licked and licked, my tongue repeatedly lapping at his
anus. It was hard to believe I was actually doing it, but I didn't want to
stop and I didn't think Justin wanted me to either. I would have thought it
would have tasted gross or dirty, but it didn't. It was just like skin with
a hint of musk. It was my first taste of boyhole and it was incredible. I
kept licking, my face upside-down as I bent in to reach that precious
hole. Justin moaned and shivered, wriggling underneath me.

"That feels so amazing," he moaned.

"What does it feel like?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I don't know," he said between heavy breaths. "It's like a tickle but..."
I licked across his ass lips again.

"Oooooh," he cried, then collected himself enough to continue. "It's like a
tickle, but it feels really good...it's really intense."

"Want me to keep licking?" I asked, knowing the answer but feeling
uncertain that what I was doing was ok. I looked back at him and he lifted
up his head so he could see my face.

"Do you want to?" he asked in reply.

I think both of us were a bit surprised about what I was doing. Licking his
butthole intuitively felt like it was dirty, in a different way than
sucking dicks did. But it was the hottest thing I had ever done. My
cockhead was so swollen it felt like it would explode. I wanted more. I
wanted to lick his butthole all night if he would let me.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Do it some more," he said. His mouth curved up with his sly smile. We both
knew this was naughty, but that was exactly what was turning us on so much.

I bent back down to find his hole once again, but before I could he said,
"Hold up."

I looked back at him again.

"I have an idea," he said.

He wriggled out from underneath me. I sat back, leaning against the tent
flap watching to see what he would do. My cock was raging hard. Justin
turned over and got up, crawling towards the far side of the tent. He
planted his hands and knees so his butt faced me and arched his back. Then
he reached back with his hands and grabbed his two smooth round cheeks,
spreading them apart so his hole was exposed.

"Now do it," he directed.

I got on all fours and crawled up behind him, feeling like I was a dog
greeting another. My throbbing and dripping cock swung beneath me. It
almost hurt it was so hard. When I reached his ass, I leaned in, feeling
the warmth from between his cheeks. I made a long slow lick from under his
balls, all the way up his crack.

"Oooooooo," Justin moaned again.

I went back to licking his butthole over and over. At some point, with my
face buried deep in his buns, he let go of his cheeks and they closed over
my face. It was harder to breath, especially with all the energy my mouth
was exerting, but I didn't stop. I pulled in the air between his cheeks as
I continued licking. Justin had moved a hand to his dick and was slowly
masturbating as I licked.

"It feels even better when I jerk off," he said. I didn't make an effort to
respond.

I don't know how long I licked him, but it felt like hours. We both got
lost in the ecstasy of it, me finally realizing my desire to lick Justin's
hole, and him experiencing the until then unknown pleasure of having his
hole licked while he jerked off. But it couldn't go on forever, however
much I felt like I wanted it too. I needed air and my tongue was feeling
strained from the repetitive motion.

When I pulled out of Justin's ass I was gasping for breath. He turned
around, sitting down crosslegged again and watching me. He kept jerking his
cock.

"Are you ok?" He said.

"Yeah," I replied, holding up a hand to wave him off. "Just gotta catch my
breath."

After a few seconds I had recovered and I crossed my legs to sit across
from Justin. We stroked our dicks as we watched each other.

"I can't believe how good that feels," he said.

"What's it like?" I asked.

"I don't know how to describe it," he said. "It's like my butthole is
really sensitive. When you lick it it's like wet and warm and just feels
really good."

"You seemed to like it!"

"Yeah, and it was even better when I jerked while you were doing it. It's
the best thing I've ever felt."

"I liked doing it," I said.

"It's not like...gross is it?" He said, looking a little worried.

"No," I said. "I thought it would be, but then when I licked you it was
fine."

"What does it taste like?"

"It's hard to describe. It's kinda like the taste of sucking your dick, but
just stronger."

"So it wasn't like...dirty?" He asked, still suspicious.

"No. But I guess you are just clean. I wouldn't want to do it if you were
dirty down there."

He thought it over for a second as we both sat quietly, stroking our dicks
in unison. Justin and I had explored a lot with each other so far, but this
felt like another level. It was hard to believe I had just been licking his
butthole. It felt weird to think about. I had wanted it so bad in that
moment and then realized how much I liked it. As I sat there jerking with
him, I started wanting to do it again. I wondered what he was thinking
about -- if maybe he thought it was gross that I licked his butt. But as
was typical for him, he surprised me when he broke the silence between us.

"Want me to try doing it to you?"

He could probably tell I was a little shocked. It was odd -- I had just
licked his butthole for who knows how long, but I hadn't even considered
him doing it to me. I wasn't even comfortable to expose myself like
that. But he had said it was the best thing he'd ever felt. I had to try
it.

"Ok," I said meekly.

"Get up like I was," he directed.

I maneuvered around on the sleeping bag, getting on all fours, my legs
spread wide, and my butt open in his direction. My hard cock dangled
between my legs. I felt embarrassed. I'd never shown anyone that part of my
body before. It felt weird deliberately opening my butt for him. But part
of me liked it.

"Wow," he said behind me.

"What?" I said, looking back with some worry.

"I've never seen your butthole," he mused.

"Oh."

"I like it," he said, and I felt the pad of his finger running down my
crack and brush over my hole. It made me shiver, but his light touch felt
good.

I stayed in that exposed position, wondering when I would feel Justin's
tongue. But it didn't come, and instead I heard him start to rummage
through his bag on the side of the tent.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"Just wait one sec," he said and then rummaged some more. "Here it is," I
heard him say, then there was the crinkle of plastic. I looked over my
shoulder to see what he had.

"What is that?" I asked.

"My mom makes me pack these wipes," he said, taking one out of the
package. "Now they really come in handy."

"Am I dirty?" I asked, a rush of embarrassment flushing my face.

"I don't think so," he said. "I just want to make extra sure."

"Oh, ok."

The wipe was cool and moist on my butt and Justin gently brushed it across
my hole. Even that felt good, but it was a strange experience to have him
wipe me.

"Ok, all done," he said.

I waited then, my head down on the sleeping bag, a bit anxious about what I
was about to feel, but excited too. Justin was always bold and direct, but
it seemed that even he wasn't sure about what we were doing.

"You don't have to lick it if you don't want to," I told him after a few
long seconds had passed.

He didn't answer, and I knew I was wrong to doubt him when I suddenly felt
his wet tongue lick all the way from the base of my balls and up my
crack. When he crossed over my hole I felt pure ecstasy. A low, soft moan
escaped my lips. The feeling was brief, but intense. I wasn't prepared for
it and I clenched my butt in response.

"Was that ok?" He said, not sure of my reaction.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Do it again."

I felt Justin's face move back in, each of his hands grabbing a cheek to
hold me open. Then, focused right on my hole, he licked up and across it
several times.

"Oh my god," I cried.

"Does it feel good?" His muffled voice said from between my buns.

At first I was speechless, but finally was able to eke out a quiet "So
good."

That was all Justin needed to hear. He started licking my hole like I had
licked his. He used his hands to position my cheeks and spread them wider,
then lapped at it repeatedly.

All I could do was moan. I'd never felt anything like it before. The warm,
wet muscle of his tongue on the sensitive skin of my hole was overwhelming
but incredibly pleasurable. I lay my head down on the ground, relaxing and
giving in to the feeling. Justin never let up, licking me over and over.

After a while he pulled back from my ass. "You should try jerking while I
lick," he said.

I'd forgotten all about my penis. I wrapped my hand around my cock,
realizing how rock hard it was without even having been touched. Justin
leaned back in, his face making contact with my inner cheeks, and I felt
his tongue swiping across my wet butthole again.

I started stroking slowly at first, the familiar pleasure of my hand on my
dick coming back to me. But the feeling of his wet tongue on my sensitive
hole multiplied the pleasure exponentially. It was like being pleasured
from both ends and it met in the middle. I stroked faster, the rhythm
synchronizing with the movement of his tongue. Then within a few seconds I
couldn't hold back. Justin licked vigorously and repeatedly, and I pounded
my dick with unbridled fury. I knew I wanted to cum like this and I wasn't
going to be able to stop myself.

A nearly shouted a nirvanic moan as my cock throbbed and I shot out a hard
load of cum onto the sleeping bag beneath me. My hand wildly thrashing my
pole, the squirts of young jizz spread everywhere with random drops
covering the fabric and flinging up to my stomach and chest. Justin's
licking didn't stop until the last pulse of my dick when I collapsed onto
the bag, smearing the creamy cum onto my body as I gasped for breath.

"Wow," Justin said. "That was cool!"

"What?" I said, barely lucid in my post-orgasm state.

"Your butthole was pulsing while you were cumming!"

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said. "I wonder why it did that."

I didn't say anything, still recovering from the bliss of such overwhelming
pleasure. I just rolled over, my chest covered in fresh cum, and watched
him. He was up on his knees, jerking fast on his dick. His other hand was
reached behind him and underneath. I realized he was touching his own hole
while he jerked off.

"This feels good too," he said.

"It does?"

"Not as good as licking, but it feels good."

I watched him then, jerking his cock ever faster as his other hand moved
around under his butt. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted
back. He jerked for nearly a minute, letting out quiet moans a couple of
times. His hand was a flash on his cock -- I don't think I'd ever seen him
jerk it that hard. A few seconds later he threw himself forward and his
hand suddenly slowed. He made a few methodical strokes then his cum shot
out hard from his cock, flying several feet in the air and splattering on
my chest and the sleeping bag.

***

We knew we had discovered a forbidden pleasure. There was something about
licking each other's buttholes that seemed beyond what we had done
before. I couldn't imagine ever telling anyone about it. More than the
sucking and humping and kissing we had been exploring I knew we couldn't
get caught doing it, but at the same time it became a new obsession for
me. I think it was for Justin too. I still wanted to do those other things
with him, but the rest of that trip all I could think about was licking
holes with him. And we did.

***

The next day's activity was a fishing contest. The campsite was set on the
peninsula of a big lake and all the boys had brought their fishing
gear. The morning was a bit of chaos as we all started out together -- 20
boys with fishing rods casting just feet from each other, excited and
careless. There was probably a half mile of shore available to us, but as
boys will do, we didn't think anything through. We just wanted to start
fishing.

But my mind wasn't on any of that. I was replaying the events of the night
before, hardly believing that Justin and I had licked our buttholes and
wanting desperately to do it again. I thought about him on his hands and
knees in the tent, his round smooth butt spread open and his hole exposed
before me. My little cock was getting harder in my shorts as I thought
about him behind me, lapping at my hole while I jerked off.

I looked around at all the boys in the group on the shore of the
lake. Everyone was turned away from me as they faced the water and my eyes
glided over each of their backsides. Some of their butts were cuter than
others, like Brandon's. His butt was more perky and round, sticking out
from his body in his black mesh shorts. I wondered what his butthole looked
like and if it was different than Justin's.  Then my eyes found Jason. The
cute, blonde 11-year-old that was so sexy and small. I gazed at the tiny
buns protruding from his shorts in a whole new way. His butthole must be
minuscule, I thought, and I wondered what it would be like if he were bent
over and I was licking it.

"Want to go fish over by those trees?" I heard from beside me. Of course it
was Justin, sidling up from the rest of the boys and pointing down the
shore to a stand of trees in the distance. I staggered from my daydream of
thinking about my friends' butts and agreed, gathering up my gear and
following him down the stony bank.

***

I knew Justin hadn't wanted to move away from the group just to fish, and
although we had had our lines in the water for a few minutes without any
talk of playing around, I was sure it was just a matter of time before
something happened. The other boys had started to spread out too, and their
voices were just within hearing distance.

"Maybe further up there would be better," Justin said, nodding towards an
even more wooded area a bit farther upshore. He turned back towards me and
smiled. My dick started to harden again.

"Yeah, that looks good."

We gathered up our gear again and blazed further up the bank. The farther
we walked, the hornier I got, certain that we were both wanting to find a
spot where we wouldn't be seen. Soon the shore was curving back around, and
we were nearly off the peninsula. The forest was much thicker here and the
water of the lake lapped up against a rocky ledge rather than a smooth
beach. A little slope separated the woods from the shore and Justin and I
climbed up it to see what was beyond. What we found was a slight depression
in the terrain, a low area nearly surrounded by a slope under a thick
canopy of trees.  We stopped, looking around, then Justin sat down on a
fallen tree that lay across the length of the little basin. I dropped my
gear on the ground and sat next time, considering the quiet and secluded
spot we had found.

"Are you hard?" Justin asked in a quiet voice.

"Yeah," I said. "Are you?"

He grabbed at his shorts and showed me the outline of his boner.

"Let's jerk them."

In a few seconds we had our shorts down and we were jerking off next to
each other again. I kept looking around, worried that someone would see
what we were doing, but the woods were quiet and empty.

"No one will see us down here," Justin said. "Or at least we'll hear
someone before they come up that slope."

"Ok," I said. I watched Justin jerking his dick, fast and steady. I was
doing the same, the pleasure of release from finally touching my hard
cock. I couldn't stop thinking about what we had done the night before. Was
he thinking about it too? I was too unsure to bring it up, still feeling
like it was such a naughty thing to do.

Justin reached his hand over and put it on my dick, replacing my own. It
felt even better when he jerked it and I let out a moan. I watched him
stroke me for a second then reached over and grabbed his.

"You want to lick our buttholes again?" he said quietly, like it was
something that shouldn't be said outloud.

I was relieved and excited. Justin wanted to do it too. I was nervous that
we were outside where someone could see us, but I wanted it so bad I was
willing to take the risk.

"Yeah," I replied conspiratorially. "I've wanted to do it again since last
night."

"Me too," he said.

He released my dick and bent down to his small pack on the ground. He
pulled out the package of wipes he had shown me the night before, holding
it up and waving it in the air in front of me. Apparently, he had planned
ahead.

He pulled out two wipes, handing one to me and keeping the other. We hopped
off the downed tree and both dropped our shorts to the ground. It felt
awkward to wipe my butt in front of him, despite what we would soon be
doing, so I stepped a few feet away and turned away from him. He seemed to
have the same feeling, and so we silently scrubbed the wipes down our
cracks without watching each other. I didn't think I was dirty back there,
but I really didn't know how this all worked. I did my best to clean my
hole, then wadded up the wipe and walked back to Justin.

"What should we do with them?" I said, not wanting to put the wipe in my
bag.

"Here," he said. "They say they're biodegradable." He bent down and brushed
some leaves aside on the ground. Then he dropped the wipe there, looked up
at me, and I did the same. He took a handful of leaves and covered up to
the two white cloths until they weren't visible.

He stood back up and we were a couple of feet from each other, both with
our shorts on the ground and instinctively jerking off again.

"You want to lick mine first?" He said.

"Yeah, turn around."

Justin leaned over, his hands on the downed tree. He pushed out his bare
butt and spread his legs apart. His ass looked incredible, so smooth and
full. His cheeks were still together as I got on my knees behind him, so
with my hands I reached up and pulled them apart. I felt the warmth
radiating from his butt crack as I moved my face in between. I leaned in
and started to lick.

"How is that?" I asked after a few licks up his crack.

"So good," he moaned. "Lick right on my butthole."

I targeted my tongue for the puckered ring of his anus, licking with some
pressure with long upstrokes.

"Yeah, like that," he sighed. "Keep licking like that."

Justin was already jerking. I let go of his cheeks and the soft skin of his
smooth mounds compressed around my face. I jerked my dick with my free
hand. It felt so good to masturbate, somehow the act of burying my face in
his buns making my boner harder than ever and more pleasurable to stroke.

There were no words between us for the next few minutes. Just the wet
sounds of my tongue in his butt, my heavy breathing as I had to work harder
to pull in air, and the occasional light moans from Justin. Our exploration
of this part of our bodies had moved from innocent delight to getting off.
After a while we traded places and Justin eagerly went in on my hole. As he
licked me, I couldn't decide which I liked more -- licking his butthole or
having mine licked while I jerked off. Both were different experiences, but
in the end the pleasure overtook me and I forgot all about the internal
debate.

When we traded places again, Justin wanted to try something new. He climbed
up on the downed tree, the laid his discarded shorts on it, spreading them
out. Wrapping one leg on either side, he straddled the tree. With the cloth
of his shorts protecting his hard dick from the rough bark underneath, he
laid flat and reached back and spread open his cheeks. I climbed up on the
log behind him, straddling it too so I was just about a foot away. It was
the widest I had seen his butt spread and his beautiful butthole was wet
and glistening in front of me.

"Wow," I said under my breath, my hand working overtime.

Justin pushed out and the ring of his hole puffed up and opened slightly,
then contracted back in. He did it a couple more times.

"He's blowing you kisses," Justin said with a giggle. "He wants you to make
out with him."

I wasn't sure he meant anything by that, but it gave me an even naughtier
idea. I leaned in, now with unopposed access, and put my lips to his
anus. Then I held grasped his hips with my hands, similar to how I held his
head when we kissed. With my tongue pointed, I placed it right in the
center of his hole and pushed. It wasn't as easy as sticking my tongue in
his mouth, but his asslips parted slightly and the tip of my tongue slid in
just the smallest amount.

"Oh," Justin cried. "You're inside!"

I pulled out quickly, wiping my face on my sleeve.

"Was that okay?" I said, unsure. I hoped I hadn't gone too far.

"Yeah!" He said excitedly. "Do it again!"

He pulled his cheeks apart with even more force and I leaned back
in. Sealing my lips on the ring of his butthole and holding his hips, I
pointed my tongue and pushed again, harder this time. In slid my tongue,
forcefully pushing through the tense ring of his anus, and once inside I
strained and made another push.

"Oh my god," Justin moaned.

It was hard to believe. My tongue was inside Justin's butthole. I didn't
even know boys could do this to each other. Or if they should. But I knew
Justin liked it and with the way my 13-year-old cock was jutting nearly
straight up from my body, there was no denying that this was exciting for
me too. Beyond the wrinkled flesh of his asslips it was smooth, and I moved
and felt with my tongue along the sides of his chute with horny curiosity.

"Oh, keep doing that," Justin said in a begging tone. His hand was stroking
his cock again with a deliberate, medium pace.

I don't know who was enjoying themselves more, Justin with my tongue up his
butt or me tasting the slight metallic tinge of a boy's rectum for the
first time as I explored what I had secretly coveted for so long. I
masturbated while I probed him, the feeling on my cock as intense as
ever. I wiggled my tongue like a worm and Justin cooed and moaned. He
gently bucked back with his hips, maneuvering against my pointed tongue.

"I want to cum like this," he said with heavy breaths.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I just kept wiggling my wet muscle
inside him and jerking off. In a few seconds Justin was heaving and his
butthole squeezed with a vicelike grip around my tongue. I tried to keep my
tongue in him, but with each contraction of his ejaculation my tongue was
pushed farther out. It didn't matter. Justin was cumming hard and just as
he began to ease from orgasm, my flashing hand brought my dick to climax
and shots of cum splattered all over the ground in front of me as I groaned
with pleasure.

Justin collapsed against the tree.

***

We did it again that afternoon, sneaking back to our tent after lunch for a
quick round of buttlicking before the rest of the day's activity. It had
become a momentary obsession for us, so exciting and secret; so naughty and
pleasurable. We both knew we wanted to do it; it was just a matter of
finding some time by ourselves.

It was obvious to both of us that when lights out came, we would be getting
horny and going at our buttholes for as long as we wanted. I barely ate any
dinner I was so excited, and sitting around the campfire waiting for the
troop to close out the day was like a chore. Justin and I sat on a log next
to each other. I was hard the whole time and I was certain he was too. The
boys telling stories and the snacks being passed around held no interest
for me. All I could think of was the feeling of my tongue lapping at
Justin's wrinkled anus and of daring to see how far I could get it inside
him again. I looked around at the other boys, my thoughts consumed by what
their little buttholes might be like. Jason, as always, caught my eye and I
throbbed in my pants imagining his tiny 11-year-old butt spread and his
miniature hole winking at me.

When the fire died down and the night came to a close, Justin and I rushed
off to our tent, not even troubling to say goodnight. As I zipped up the
tent flap, Justin was getting out the wipes. In seconds, we had our shorts
off and our spread legs in the air as we each reached down and feverishly
cleaned our cracks. Tossing the wipes into the corner, we instinctively got
back in position -- Justin on all fours and me behind him. I dutifully sank
into his soft buns and started lapping at his butthole. Both masturbating,
him with the enhanced pleasure of getting his hole licked, me to the
horniness of my tongue tasting his most private and sexy spot. Our night of
fully exploring our buttholes had begun.

We traded place several times, me licking him then him licking me. We took
turns trying to lick inside each other like I had done to him on that
downed tree. After attempting multiple different positions, we found that
the best access was to squat over each other's face and lower down onto a
pointed tongue. Then we could slip our tongues beyond the actual butthole
and into the chute inside. Justin loved the feeling of my tongue wiggling
in him, but we both decided it was too much work and went back to bending
over and licking holes from behind.

All of this must have gone on for nearly an hour before Justin had the idea
the best idea yet.

"Let's do it at the same time," he said.

"What do you mean," I said, wiping the saliva from my face from my last
round in his ass.

"Like when we sucked our dicks in a circle. We can do the same thing but
just lick our buttholes instead."

"Ok!" I agreed enthusiastically.

I laid down on my back on the sleeping bag as Justin turned around. He
climbed on top, his hard cock hanging between his legs right at my
face. Then he moved down a little, his butt coming into view.

"Can you reach it?" He said.

I got one hand on each ass cheek and spread them, then lifted up my head so
I could get in them again. I pointed my tongue and confirmed I could make
contact with his hole.

"Yeah!" I said with excitement.

"Lift your legs up," he directed.

I lifted my legs straight in the air, my body like it was in a sitting
position but on my back.

"No, no," he chided, "bend your knees so you can spread your butt."

I tried what he said, confused about what we were doing. But it must have
been right as I suddenly felt his warm face in my nethers and his tongue
make its first wet passes across my butthole.

"Yessss," I moaned.

Justin didn't stop, he kept licking over and over just as we had done to
each other so many times that day. After the initial wash of pleasure, I
realized where I was -- face-deep in Justin's smooth round
mounds. Instinctively I stuck out my tongue and began to lick him. After a
brief pause and a low moan, he went back to work.

The circle we formed of tongues to holes proved to be the most intense
exploration we had yet found. Our first touches of each other's penises had
been exhilarating. Discovering the thrill of sucking our cocks had opened
new wonders to us both. But the passion with which we mutually licked our
holes was unmatched to anything we had tried. For however long we were in
that position, the excitement never waned.

A mixture of powerful emotions swirled through me as we eagerly engaged in
our secret deed. First and foremost was desire and lust. Nothing turned me
on more than Justin's ass. I had masturbated to it countless times and
humped it twice. Now I was experiencing the complete satisfaction of it
being mine to enjoy, to taste, and to caress with my tongue. The beauty and
sexiness of a fresh young boyhole consumed me then, just as it would for
years to come. Every lick was a realization of my desire, and each lick
made me want to do it again.

There was also a feeling of comradery in what we were doing. I had never
even heard of rimming; we had discovered it on our own. And the knowledge
that it was something we had found, that we both liked it, and we both
wanted to keep doing it with each other, was so affirming. I'd never done
anything like it with another person, and I knew Justin hadn't either. It
was ours and we were equally devoted to the pleasure of it.

But the last feeling was what made it so exciting. It felt so taboo. I felt
I should be embarrassed for wanting to lick Justin's butthole so much, but
I didn't. After all, he was licking mine with just as much enthusiasm. And
while I couldn't imagine anyone ever finding out about what we were doing,
as long as it was just the two of us, nothing felt off-limits. Licking our
asses seemed like it should be wrong, but how could something that felt so
good to do and have done to me possibly be anything but right?

The symphony of emotions and pleasures that flowed through our bodies in
that anal ouroboros played like a chorus of children in the deepest throes
of sexual gratification. The wet sounds of our tongues as they glided over
tender rings of flesh, the quiet moans of two boys overwhelmed by carnal
satisfaction, and the occasional rustling of bedding as we rolled over and
shifted, angling to lick harder and deeper. We were quiet but persistent,
licking our buttholes well into the morning hours, and never uttering
anything more than grunts as we explored the joy of eating boyass.

***

I don't remember how we came that night, or if we ever did. There is only
the memory of hours of being lost in each other's asses. The next morning
we woke up, naked and laying head to toe. I suspect we must have fallen
asleep while still in that circle.

No words were said between us about how fully we had thrown ourselves into
the lust of ass-licking that night. No words were needed when our tongues
had clearly expressed what we knew. But there was no doubt we would be
doing it again, along with all the other horny acts we had discovered.
Maybe we would involve other boys too, or maybe we would find even more
pleasurable things we could do. After the secret act of tonguing our young
holes had brought us so close in our sexual awakening, for now, it felt
like there was no bounds to the depths of pleasure boys could give each
other.

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