Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2021 19:03:11 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Getting to ride with Jimmy (Young-friends)

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Summers in the 80's seemed to last forever when I was a kid. I would
spend all day out with my friends biking the country side exploring. We
lived semi rurally, plenty of wilderness and trails to bike along,
without anyone around. The wind blowing, rushing past us as we raced down
the empty roads, the fresh air blasting through my unruly, long brown
hair. It was a blast.

There were a handful of us who would ride off every weekend, a bunch of
friends collected from the neighbourhood, some from school. We'd be gone
for hours, leaving early in the morning, and not usually returning till
dinner time. It was different back then. No phones for parents to keep
track of you. Roaming everywhere without an adult in sight for hours was
our freedom. We'd start out on dusty trails in the morning, and then when
the sun would bear down on us soon after lunch, we would just switch to
more sheltered, tree covered roads.

My name is Bobby. I was thirteen back then, skinny with long, unruly
brown hair. Apart from our group, I mostly kept to myself, mostly a
follower. I usually wore super short jeans on our rides, which were in
fashion back then, something kids just aren't brave enough to do these
days. So did most of my friends. We were at that age right on the cusp of
growing up, thinking we knew it all, with some of my mates starting to
notice girls. Some had even started going on dates, that sort of thing. I
just didn't care about that yet. My love was still riding. There wasn't
any girl I'd noticed that made me consider dropping my bike for them.
They'd all be talking about boobs and butts, but my love was for the open
air. Sure, girls were great and all, but I just wasn't interested in
dating and all that sort of scene. It made me a little sad to see our
group starting to dwindle one at a time, a sign that things may soon be
coming to an end.

In fact, one weekend came and it was just me. Was I mad? Heck yeah I was,
I was brassed off! I wanted to ride with my friends, and they had all
gone off with girls instead! I had to blow off steam, and what better way
than to just do my usual, than to go off to explore? I rode the usual
paths by myself, but it just wasn't the same with others around. I did a
big loop doing our usual paths, but with no one else there to stop and
talk with, I got back to where I started well before even lunch time,
ending up back near my school at the ball park. Though I was surprised to
see that someone else was there too, it was Jimmy.

While my friends' said girls were sexy and all that, I think I saw in
Jimmy, what my friends saw in girls. Jimmy didn't really join our group
on our adventures, as he was a couple years younger than the rest of us.
I didn't really know a heap about him, apart from him being just a little
too young to hang out with us 'bigger kids'. I only met him through a
friend, and he lived on my street. Had he been a little older, he would
probably have been with us since the start too, but being from a
different school, he just had a different circle of friends than us. He
was cute, though. I hadn't told anyone, but I had a bit of a crush on
Jimmy. I never really talked with him much, it was his looks which
attracted me to him. His dusty blond hair was almost like straw on top of
his head. He was small but strong, but it was his ass which was my
favourite. Many nights, I wondered what lay inside those faded pants of
his. That tight little ass of his, pressed snuggly against the denim. I
just wanted to bury my face in-between his legs and lose myself. Even
just to put my hand down there sometime, in the gap below his butt. It
just made me drool to think about it. It was so curvy and round.

He wasn't fat or anything, he was slim like me, his chest and back flat,
but his bum bulged out almost like a shelf. It must be so smooth too, but
I couldn't exactly just touch him. One time, my hand accidently brushed
against it, and I was instantly in heaven. And it wasn't just his ass
though, there was something about him. His nature. His boyishness. His
voice, which sounded like his balls were far off from dropping, was
something else I would often lie in bed thinking about. He was only 11,
so probably not a hell of a lot going on downstairs yet, but still nice
to think about.

I rode up to him. There was no one else around. It was just him standing
on his bike alone just ahead. He was on the football field, at the
closest touchdown line. He looked like he was just standing there staring
into space.

"Hey Jimmy, whatcha doing?" I asked, pulling alongside him.

"Oh hey Bobby. I dunno. Just bored. Thinking. " He always seemed kind of
distant. Distracted. He never really hung out with us, but he was always
watching us when we rode by.

"What ya thinking about?"

Jimmy just shrugged. He was like me, pretty much kept to himself. I
figured he was just spacing out or something.

"I thought you'd be off with your other friends?" Jimmy asked.

"They're all off doing other stuff. Dating, smoking, who the fuck knows."
I replied. He noticed my swearing, since it wasn't completely common back
then. I got a chuckle out of him so he noticed I was being pretty casual.
I just wanted to sound cool.

"Sounds pretty boring."

"Haha, yeah. I prefer biking. It's the best."

"Heck it is!" he agreed. It sounded like he loved it as much as I did, a
gleam in his eye, as we exchanged glances at one another.

"Hey, wanna have a race?" I asked. "First one to the other end of the
football field wins! "

"You're on!"

Before I had the chance to arrange a starting countdown or anything, he
was already off! Standing up on the pedals, pushing off before I even had
a chance to react, he was flying away from me, bent over his handlebars,
his feet pumping away, gathering speed.

I chased after him, seeing his blue denim-covered butt sticking out in
the not too far distance. Sadly, if I was going to beat him, it had to be
short-lived. Being a couple of years older and at least a foot taller, it
didn't take much to catch up and pass him. I rocketed past him, finishing
ahead a good few yards by the end line.

"No fair," he puffed between breaths, pulling up behind me moments later.
"You're way bigger than me."

"You're the one who had the head start. Wanna go back again? Double or
nothing?"

I saw him grin, bite his lip, a flicker in his eye. Again, without reply,
he picked up his bike, turned it, and started racing back again. I was
ready this time, but I wanted to give him a bit more of a chance, hanging
back for the first bit. Plus, it let me look at his butt some more. He
was bent over double again, pushing the peddles with all his might. He
was wearing his usual jean pants; I am not sure how he could be as fast
as he was wearing those long things. It must have been hot wearing them
too, and stiff to move with all that friction.

I could almost imagine where his crack would be, the pockets on each
cheek jostling from side to side as he worked his muscles. All things had
to come to an end though, so I put the pressure on at the half way mark.
Picking up the pace, I barely got ahead of him at the touchdown line.

"Man, you're just bigger than me. It's not fair." he complained.

We got off our bikes, and flopped down in the grass for a bit. We were
both panting a bit, having just given it our all. Riding along the road
was one thing, but going fast AND across grass was hard work. We were a
bit too winded to speak for a couple minutes, just sitting there, picking
at the blades of grass while we recovered.

"Hey, is that your dad?" Jimmy finally asked, pointing to a man walking
over from a van.

"No, not yours either, I guess."

The guy was walking over to us. He looked like he was in his twenties, a
dark haired, slim man, with a flash looking camera around his neck. It
looked like one of those black ones with the big fancy lenses. He
casually walked over to us. Having an unknown adult walk up to a kid
wasn't a big deal in those days, stranger danger not really being a thing
back then.

"Hey kids, what you guys up to?" He asked.

"Just messing around." Jimmy replied, looking up from the ground,
shielding his eyes with his hand. "Who are you?"

"You guys heard of the Rolling Stone magazine?"

I think both Jimmy and my mouths dropped. The Rolling Stone magazine?!
Who HADN'T heard of the Rolling Stone Magazine! It was one of the popular
magazines around, and covered everything from music, popstars, to what
was cool and what wasn't.

"Heck yeh, we have. Everyone has!" I yelled.

"Haha, well, I'm Mike and I work for them. What are your guys' names? "

"I'm Bobby, he is Jimmy."

"Nice to meet you boys. I'm just trying to find some kids around your age
living the kid life. Mind if I take a few shots with you guys riding
around on your bikes there?"

More biking, AND having our photos in a Rolling Stones magazine?! Who
wouldn't agree with that!? We got up from the grass, swinging our legs
back over on our bikes. We were still recovering from earlier, so we were
a little slower this time. Mike took pictures as we did a few ride bys,
then we did a few wheelies and things too, trying to mix it up a bit. We
were pretty worn out from riding at this point. After a dozen or so
passes, we went back over to him.

"Did you get some good photos?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah, I think so. You guys are great photo material. Could I get some
without the bikes?"

We didn't see why not, so we got off our bikes and hopped around some
more, running, jumping, and acting like fools. Things started getting a
bit awkward though, soon after. He wanted us to get a bit closer, and
since we didn't really know each another well, we were a bit wooden. We
gave each other a few light-hearted shoves to at least make an effort,
but I think the guy was starting to get a bit impatient with us.

"Are you guys not friends or something? Get more into it!" Mike shouted,
really starting

to notice.

Jimmy seemed to get into it more than I did at first, but we were slowly
loosening up. A couple of poses even got as close as having our arms
around our waists, then got into giving each other a few light-hearted
shoves. Just having my hands on him and pushing his shoulders was like I
was dreaming. His skin was so warm, it was almost torturous to only be
able to grab him and touch him in short bursts.

"Come on guys, it's like you two are virtually strangers." Mike carried
on. "You two are friends, right? "

"Nah, not really," Jimmy replied. "We don't really hang out much. He has
his own friends and I just sort of do my own thing."

That hurt a bit, but he wasn't wrong. I think Jimmy even sounded a little
spiteful saying that. Did Jimmy really want to hang out with us all
along, but we sort of pushed him away? I felt a pang of guilt all of a
sudden.

"Well, get to know one another now then. Hold hands or something, break
the ice."

"Hold hands with Bobby?" Jimmy asked, looking over at me, "Isn't that
something done with a girl though? Isn't that kinda gay?"

"No, not at all." Mike answered. "You would have held your dad's hand
when you were younger, right? Come on guys, don't be shy, it's just your
hands for a bit, okay?"

"This is pretty gay, right Jimmy?" I said, still trying to hide my true
feelings.

Jimmy just shrugged and held a hand out towards me. Was this really
happening? Was I dreaming? I returned my hand, our fingers intertwining.
Man. Have you ever held the hand of someone you don't really know yet?
Like when you have to do some silly hand-holding activity in school, with
someone you don't know and it just feels... strange? At first, this was
just like that. His little hard fingers laced with mine. His hands were
warm and clammy, our sweaty palms rubbing against one another as we
tightened our grips.

"That's much better, boys," Mike said, still clicking away. We walked
around for a bit, hand in hand, doing a couple of circles as he did his
work. "Is it okay if Jimmy does a few on his own?"

"Sure thing! " Jimmy agreed, breaking free of our connection. "What do
you want me to do?"

"Just more of the same, just hop around, have fun. Bobby, can you just
stand aside for a moment? "

I felt a little put out that he only wanted to see Jimmy this time, my
hand still abuzz from having been in Jimmys. Nevertheless, I stood aside,
just watching as the cutest boy in my life jumped around, just doing
random stuff. Mike moved around, taking some shots from a distance and
others from much closer. I started to feel jealous of it all. And as I
watched, I realised something just didn't feel right about this guy. He
had the gear and a van, but something in my gut told me he wasn't from
any magazine. He hadn't shown anything that had any branding on it or
even given us any money. Hrm.

"You're doing great Jimmy. " The man said, as he continued clicking away,
getting unreasonably close to him. "Would it be okay if you took your
shirt off, Jimmy? Just do a few muscle poses? Pretend you're really
strong and muscly! "

"Like a muscle man?" Jimmy laughed.

"Sure, just like a muscle man." Mike replied.

While this was definitely going a bit far, thoughts of Mike being odd
were quickly drained away by the fact that Jimmy was now pulling his
T-shirt off. Despite my concerns, he didn't seem to have a hint of
reservation whatsoever.

My heart fluttered. He looked adorable taking his shirt off, it
temporarily getting stuck covering his head. His lower belly was showing
first, a light golden colour, no doubt from all his days outside. As more
of him was exposed, I saw his little pink nubs of nipples and outtie
bellow button sticking out from his smooth chest. He didn't have a whole
lot of ripply muscles, but he was certainly fit. His outside life giving
his arms a solid boyish firmness, and a nice tone. This was a boy, and I
couldn't work out why I was so attracted to him and not girls. He didn't
have boobs, but his flat body just made my mouth water.

"Wait.." Jimmy stopped. "Don't muscly guys just show off in their
undies?"

"Whatever you're comfortable with, Jimmy." Mike replied.

WHAT?! Did he have any freakin' boundaries?! Had he no shame at all?
Jimmy pushed his long jeans off with little effort, my eyes felt like
they were about to pop out of my head. He stood out of them, now just in
a pair of hot little red undies. He was virtually naked out here; with
this guy we didn't even know. And he was okay being out here in just his
undies out in the middle of this field? I was beside myself. The front of
his briefs, with an unmistakable little lump in there pushing out the
middle of his crotch. I couldn't help but not look, checking out his
junk. He was obviously still soft, as the lump was fairly small. I felt a
feeling in my own my groin as I looked. My dick agreed with my thoughts
about how hot it was seeing Jimmy so exposed.

When he started getting into the poses and flexing for the photos, I
couldn't help but lick my lips a little. He was almost naked, just,
showing off his young body to the world. He didn't have a six pack or
anything, but he was perfect to me, flexing in his near nudity. And when
the camera man got him to turn around to show his back, and his ... ooh..
his bum was right there. His back had some patches of tiny little blond
downy hairs, his spine forming a straight line, plunging down to his
gorgeous rump. Without a shirt on, his ass looked even more curvy than
normal, the roundness of his cheeks spreading his cotton briefs tight. I
felt a dull throb in my groin, my dick quickly hardening as I took it all
in.

"You want to join in?" Mike said, asking me, breaking me out of my daze.

"Huh?"

"Why don't you in now Bobby, do a few underwear poses for me? "

"I dunno..what if someone sees us?"

"Come on Bobby, this is fun!" Jimmy yelled.

"No one is coming, Bobby. Look, Jimmy is enjoying it. Everyone's probably
at home eating lunch anyway. Come on, if he can do it, you can. "

I was hesitant for sure, but I couldn't find the words to say no. They
were both egging me on, and I tended to cave to much peer pressure. Plus,
I guess Jimmy had already done it, still standing there in all his flesh.
It was two vs one, them vs me. I sighed. I was meant to be the big kid
here, Jimmy hadn't been scared at all. If I had any chance with him, I
needed to keep up with him. I started to take off my own shirt and
shorts, Jimmy started to hoot for joy as I started to join him.

I had barely taken off my top half, when I felt the fresh air lick at my
bare skin. I tossed my shirt aside, as now they got to study me. I wasn't
as tanned as Jimmy, that's for sure, but I was happy with what I had. I
wasn't particularly strong or anything, but being slightly older, at the
start of puberty, I at least had the appearance of muscles. Hooking my
thumbs into my jeans, I shoved those to the floor too, a cruel breeze
blowing between my legs.

"Haaa! You got a stiffy! " Jimmy laughed.

Oh shit, they were right. The colour drained from my face, as I recalled
my earlier stirrings in my groin. Looking down, there was no mistaking
the prominent bulge in the front. I couldn't deny the presence of my rock
hard 4-inch penis, thrusting up from inside them towards my belly button.
My face burned with shame.

"Seems like someone got a bit excited watching you, Jimmy," the man said,
joining in.

"It's just...uh.." I stammered, bringing my hands to cover myself.

"Haha, happens all the time. Perfectly normal at your age."

"Sorry..."

"Don't worry about it, kid. We're all guys here. That said, I'm not sure
your briefs will look good on film. They're not exactly flattering on
you. I can understand if this is too much, but if you want to join in,
I'm going to have to ask you to take them off. "

He wasn't wrong. My underwear was about as flattering as a fat ladies
undies. Certainly not as sexy as Jimmy's ones were. His were revealing,
sexy, and red. Mine were those ugly white ones a lot of teens used to
wear. Cotton ones, sort of a half-way between briefs and boxer briefs.
They made my ass look flat, and the front seams that were all didn't help
much either. I don't really know why I wore them.

"That's okay, I think I will just sit out then.."

"Aw come on Bobby! "Jimmy said impatiently, "Just do it already. Are you
chicken or something? "

Now, these days, being called a chicken might not seem like a big deal.
But back then, it was pretty near the height of a call out. Being called
a chicken by someone two years younger could really take a hit on your
pride. And I wasn't a chicken, damn it.

"No, I'm no chicken! This is just weird, is all. I don't want heaps of
people seeing my..you know!"

"What do you care? They're already going to see me in my undies, probably
see my pecker sticking out too. I don't care."

"But I do! I don't want people looking at my dick."

Jimmy just shrugged. "What's the big deal, it's just your dick.? Is it
broken or something? "

"No, it's not broken. I just...maaan."

I could have just said no again, but I just couldn't say no to Jimmy. But
maybe..just maybe..if I do it, he will too. Shit shit shit shit. I looked
around. It's true that there weren't many people around. Was it a bad
thing showing my crush my cock? Maybe not, I guess. I clenched my eyes
shut. I forced them shut and I forced my brain to move my arms. Stupid
ugly underwear, why couldn't I have just worn something else. I gave them
a push, just enough to let gravity do the rest of the work. They fell,
tangling in my feet as I brushed them off. The warm fresh air licked at
my naked bits. I swear I could feel a gust whistle around my balls.
Without even looking, I could feel I was still rock hard, the fresh air
not doing anything to reduce my erection.

"Cool..you got some hairs..." Jimmy spoke, breaking my silence. I gulped.
The boy of my dreams checking

me out. The compliment was nice, but it didn't help the fact I was trying
to shut out that he would be gawking at my cock. Yeah, I just recently
started growing a few pubes. A few meagre brown sprigs burst forth at the
very root of my dick. I guess that was about as reassuring as he could
come up with.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Bobby. You're a fine young man."
Then, as I was still processing my predicament, Mike took a full body
shot of me standing there in all my glory. There was no going back now.
At the very least, he had that, my imagination envisioning a full page
spread of my nakedness on the centre page. "How about we do some more
sporty poses, you guys? Bobby, you crouch down, just like if you were in
a line up for football."

I did as instructed. Anything to distract my mind from my current nudity,
my cock doing its best to remind me, laying flush against my stomach as I
got down towards the ground. I sort of crouched on my legs, hunching
over. I rarely played football, more of a baseball kid if I had to pick a
sport, but this is what it sort of looked like when other people do it.

"That's it, now, Jimmy, you get behind him, ready to receive the ball."

Jimmy got back behind me, a little closer than I was used to having
someone there. I had been naked with guys before, you know, when changing
for PE or swimming, but not this close.

"Ew, I can see your butthole and everything.."

"Shut up..." I muttered.

I stiffened up, and felt my butthole clench. In all my distracting
myself, I realised that Jimmy now had a front row seat to my naked rear
end and the back of my nuts. I couldn't exactly move, Mike was getting
started taking pictures. I just had to stay there, my asscheeks spread
wide for Jimmy to study. Thankfully, we were only in this position for a
brief moment, Mike mentioning something about me obscuring Jimmy too
much, with me having a larger frame than him.

"We'll have to do it the other way around" Mike declared "You two swap
positions. Stay there, Bobby, I'll get Jimmy to come around in front."

Oh yes! Yes please! In my bent over position, I could only really tilt my
head as I watched Jimmy wander around to the front of me. Yes, god please
let this happen.

"You will need to take off your underwear, Jimmy, just like Bobby."

YESSS. I hadn't got to see his boy cock, but at least I would get to see
his naked ass! Finally! Without protest, Jimmy took them off. I watched,
mesmerized, as this red underwear fell to the ground. Jimmy bent over in
front of me, his gorgeous naked buns spreading out right in front of my
face.

The skin of his cheeks was a beautiful off gold colour, just a little
paler than the rest of him. The flawless skin pulled right around his
back end. His back had these tiny little white hairs here and there, but
his ass was completely smooth and hairless. So round. The milky skin,
curving from outside, folding inwards into the deep valley of his ass. I
looked, tracing his crack down from his tailbone, down to the centre. A
wrinkled, slightly off-coloured patch around the inside, little folds of
skin looking like a star spreading out from his pin sized asshole. A
couple of freckles adorned just to the right side of his anus. I leaned
in to look at them closely. Yes, definitely freckles and not something
else.

The world around me was fading away, as I was almost hypnotised by his
ass. I reached my hands out. I had to touch him. I just had to. Each of
my hands grabbing a cheek each. His skin was so soft in my fingertips,
and warm to the touch. I felt my fingers sink into his bum cheeks ever so
slightly. He was firm, but there was just enough padding for my fingers
to push in, making little indents in his flesh for me to hold him.

Jimmy and Mike were gone from my thoughts as I squeezed and felt what I
had longed for. Jimmy, my 11-year-old street hood neighbour, finally in
my hands. All those times seeing him, wondering what he looked like, and
he was finally mine. As I groped and grabbed, I found my thumbs slowly
edging towards his hole. I could hear a noise over and over, but I didn't
care. I was so close. It seemed as if something was trying to pull his
ass away from me as it jumped and moved around. My brain couldn't compute
why, so it made me hold it harder. I didn't want to let go. Then
suddenly, it all fell away in front of me. Reality rudely interrupting my
pleasure.

My surroundings quickly unjumbled, my senses returning. Jimmy was now
lying on the ground in hysterics. Mike had been the source of the
repeated noise; he'd been calling my name repeatedly, trying to snap me
out of my trance.

"Bobby!" He shouted once more.

"Huh?"

Mike laughed. "Bobby, I was just saying, I got all the photos I needed.
Thank you. You two enjoy your afternoon."

"Oh..right..What's Jimmy laughing about?" His giggles still noisily
filling the background.

"Well, he's eleven, and you just touched and felt up his butt. What would
you expect a boy his age to do?"

Then he left us, as quickly as he had come. Leaving us both, me sitting,
Jimmy still laughing to himself a little. The hot sun bearing down on us.

"The sun feels nice on my skin." Jimmy finally commented. I looked over,
my eyes cast over him still laying on his front, over the back of his
legs, the crack of his bum taking in the rays.

He turned around, seeing that I was still as naked as he was.

"Does your dick ever go down?" Jimmy joked, nodding towards my still hard
cock. I just shrugged. I couldn't bring myself to tell him it was his
naked body making me this way. "Today was cool though," he continued. "Do
you think we're going to be famous?"

"Nah, I don't think he was really from the Rolling Stones man."

"What? What makes you say that?"

"I dunno. Something just didn't feel right. He didn't have a business
card or anything, or anything saying he was with them. We didn't even get
paid."

"Oh yeah, true. Dumb."

"Hey um, Jimmy...I know he is gone now, so this might sound weird, but
can I look at your butt some more?"

"Hehe, yeah, okay. Why you wanna look at it again though?"

"Um, no reason. I think I saw a freckle next to your butthole."

Jimmy rolled back on his stomach, I walked over on my knees, between his
outstretched legs. My heart was racing, as I reached over, touching his
soft firm asscheeks again. Jimmy just folded his arms under his head,
laying his head down, giving me unfetered access. My thumbs found their
way to his lower crack, parting his cheeks, roughly where I figured his
hole would be. At the same time, I leaned over, bending down to get a
proper look this time.

I could just make out about an inch of his taint too, fit snuggly between
his legs. The smooth, almost white skin, about the only bit of him
without tan, I think. I couldn't see his dick or balls though, they were
still stuck away in front fully out of sight.

I leaned in closer, my face now barely inches from his hole. I could make
out every detail. Not that he had any blemishes back there, but I could
see how his skin rolled over his plump cheeks into his crease, then
twisting, spiralling into the middle where his dot of an anus was. My
thumbs digging in deeper, pulling apart his hole a bit to see the light
pink folds inside.

"Your breath on my hole kinda tickles.." Jimmy said softly.

He wasn't wrong. I was so close to it. I would get a waft of his scent on
every breath in. This was his asshole after all. Every inhale hinted at a
musty, musky scent, emanating from this place between his cheeks. I
couldn't help myself. I didn't care if I got sick or something. I went in
there, stuck my tongue out and slid it across his skin. His salty,
slightly damp skin twitched as I made contact. I don't think he was
expecting me to go that far. I heard him make a long low groan as I
flicked my tongue, trying to push it inside. He was so damn tight though,
I couldn't even get my tongue in there very far, it was so shut. That
said, I'll never forget his flavours. It was hard to describe. His ass
was hot, ripe, gritty, like barbeque. His all-American boy ass reeked of
it. I stuffed my face in there as hard as I could, licking him as deep as
I could, sniffing him as hard as I could.

Satisfied for the moment, I pulled my face from between his cheeks. There
was only one more place to go. I pulled myself up a bit closer to him,
placing a hand near his shoulder, lining up my still aching cock. I
pressed it against his entrance. I was surprised he hadn't objected as I
got into position, still lying prone. As I pushed my knob at his
entrance, I wasn't sure what else to do. It wouldn't go in. I applied
some pressure, but the head of my cock just pressed harder against his
hole, but didn't even come close to slipping in.

"You're going to need some lube if you want to stick that thing in
there.. " Jimmy hummed.

"Huh?..what do you mean?" I asked, as I tried to line myself up again.

"If you want to stick your cock in there, you're gunna need some lube. It
won't go in without it."

"And how do you know about this stuff?"

"Cole told me. He wanted to shove his thing in there, and said we would
have to use some lube because my hole was so tight."

"Wait..." I said, ending my efforts. "You and brother? Have you two
fucked? "

"Ew, no, gross! He asked, but I said no. I don't want his thing in me. "

"Oh. What about me then?" That question just slipped out. It sort of
tumbled out before I thought about what I was actually asking. I might
have just taken a step, inadvertently asking him if he liked me. Surely
by now, Jimmy must have clicked on how I feel about him?

"What about you?" Jimmy asked.

I got up slightly, using his shoulders to turn him over to face me, eye
to eye. I was still on top of him, lowering over top of him.

"Would you be okay with me? Sticking my cock in you?"

Jimmy got a coy look in his eye. He grinned and reached down between us,

his small fingers wrapped around my still throbbing cock as he asked,
"You mean this one?"

"Uhhnnn..." I groaned. His warm hand was like butter caressing my
desperate cock.

"Yeah, this one would be okay," Jimmy said, giving me another cheesy look
as he squeezed my shaft gently, sliding his hand up and down. "I kind of
like this cock."

"Oh fuck..." I moaned I moaned again as he reached further, rolling my
balls in his palm.

I saw him close his eyes and purse his lips. This guy was as horny for me
as I was for him! He wanted me too! I met his mouth with mine, our lips
pressing together as our faces met.

As our bodies came together, I could feel him even more now. I felt a hot
tube of flesh pushing against my own cock, as our boyhoods pressed
against one another. I realised I still hadn't even seen his cock, but I
could feel it. His hot little rocket was as hard as mine now. Our breaths
mingled, my hands holding him as we kissed deeply. We might have been
just kids, but nature led the way. It was like we were a perfect fit.

He adjusted his hand down below, adjusting to encompass both of our cocks
together. His own ridged cock rubbing against my own was all too much for
me to handle. I groaned as I came, my white cum shooting up, landing on
his lower belly. Moments later, he made a few high-pitched boyish squeaks
as he had his own orgasm. I felt his own smaller cock vibrating against
my skin. I don't know if he had ever cum like that before, so I continued
kissing him, as if soothing him from his unexpected high.

I was still nibbling his lips, when he finally opened his eyes. They were
still a bit glazed over, but he gave me the biggest smile I've ever seen
him give someone.

"Hey Bobby," Jimmy panted. "Wanna come around my house tomorrow and fuck
me?"



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