Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 09:52:07 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: My friend got sick, but his brother... My friend got sick, but his brother... So Bert and I were eating popcorn and watching Harry Potter (the first one) for the eighth time, when suddenly Bert didn't look so good. Then he upchucked all over the popcorn, the floor, his clothes and himself. It was so gross watching, hearing and smelling him throw up, and it almost made me throw up. I jumped up and ran into the kitchen where his mom was doing dishes. "Bert got sick. He threw up all over everywhere." She followed me back into the den where Ron was getting yelled at by a letter from his mom and Bert was lying on the floor, looking pretty damn gross. She hollered for David (that's his dad) to come. Then she helped Bert stand up. His dad came in and walked Bert out to the bathroom to get cleaned up, while his mom started cleaning up the gross throw up stuff. I kind of disappeared into the kitchen where I didn't have to see or smell all the grossness. Brad came into the kitchen (he's one year older than Bert and me and in the eighth grade). "What did you do to make him sick? Look at him?" He was just teasing me. "No. He just barfed." "If I watched that stupid movie as much as you guys, I would get sick too." (Hey, we like the movie). "Want to play Tiger Woods? We got the new one." I wasn't a big fan of sports games, but it was something to do. His mom was just finishing cleaning up the den as we went in. Brad hooked everything up and we were soon golfing away. After playing a little, his mom called Bradley out into the kitchen. He came back into the room and asked me, "Want to spend the night with me since Bert's sick. Or my dad can take you home if you want." "I'll stay, if it's cool with you." "Yeah, sure." Now Bert had two beds in his room where I had stayed many times before. I knew that Brad (or Bradley, hehehe) only had one big bed, so I wasn't sure if I was going to be sleeping with him, or in with Bert. But either one was more fun that just going home. We played some more Tiger Woods, and then watched the rest of Harry Potter. It was time for sleeping and we went to his room. Brad started getting undressed and stripped all the way down to his dark blue boxer briefs. He stood there nearly naked. "You going to sleep in your clothes or what?" He lay on top of his covers. "My stuff is in Bert's room." (my sleeping shorts, toothbrush and extra clothes). "Jesus, what a baby," he says getting up and walking out of his room, nearly naked. He comes back in with my bag of stuff. He tosses it to me and lies back down on top of his covers. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Leaving my shirt on, I pull off my pants and turn away from Brad. I grab my shorts and pull them on. Then I take off my shirt and pull on a t-shirt from my bag. "You got any hairs yet?" Brad asks, holding his arm up showing me his slightly hairy armpit. "No. Not there anyway." I stare at his armpit hair, since he was showing it to me. "Got any where it counts?" he asks, looking at my dick area. "Yeah," I say embarrassed, but proudly. He pulls down the front of his underwear. "I got a ton." I look, he does have a ton. Also I see a little bit of his dick. "Let's see what you got." "Uh, ok." Me and Bert had compared hair a few times before, but I had never done it with anybody else. I pull down my shorts and underwear a tiny bit. He sits up on the edge of his bed. "Jesus, I can't see anything." As I fumble to pull my shirt up better so he can see, he yanks down my shorts and boxers below my knees. "Haha, you got more that Bert." I feel stupid standing there, holding my shirt up, with my shorts and underwear at my knees. He reaches up and tickles my hairs, sort of like petting them. My dick starts to stick out. "How big is it?" he asks, still tickling my hairs. "Almost four." "How big is Bert's," he asks. "Same." "Mine's 5 and a half," he brags. "Yeah?" I say looking at his dick area. "Sure. Take off your shirt." He stands up and pulls his boxer briefs completely off. He sits back down naked and starts to play with his dick. I pull off my shirt and sit down next to him. He looks at me and sits up and pulls my shorts and underwear the rest of the way off. Now we are both sitting on his bed naked. My dick is super hard now, and he is playing with his, making it bigger and bigger and harder. "You want to do it for me? Jack it?" he asks. "I'll do yours." He stops playing with his dick and grabs mine. He starts to jack me off! I lay back and enjoy for the first time, someone else playing with my dick. It doesn't take long, for I am very horny when I make my sperm come out. He dribbles on his hand. "Ok, my turn." He lays back. I touch his boner, wrapping my hand around it. Damn, it's thick. It's the first dick I ever touched. I start to jack him, but have to change positions to get a better angle. "Faster," he urges me a few times. Then he squirts a huge load up to his chest. It surprises me and I pull away. He grabs it and finishes." "Sorry, it just surprised me." I apologize for pulling away. "It's cool." He grabs his underwear off the floor and wipes off his chest, stomach, dick and hand. Then he pulls down the covers and gets into bed naked! By then I have my boxers back on and decide that I really don't need my shorts. I crawl into bed next to him. It takes me a long time to fall asleep because I keep thinking about him being naked.