Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2006 12:09:01 -0500
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: horse play

Shane and me were playing around in my basement. It's not well lit and only
has one couch that is worth sitting on. It was just good natured fun. He
was acting all gay and stuff and I found a plastic stick and stuck it in my
pants like I had a boner. We laughed and watched as it slipped slowly down
my leg. Shane said, "Luke, Your going limp! I have to do something." And
he puts his mouth on my zipper so I point the stick back up. He makes like
it's a real bone and is stroking and biting real hard and rough. He is
acting like a animal as he growls and shakes the stick back and forth under
my jeans.

It hurt a little when he would stroke down and it would dig into my pube's.
I adjusted it so not to get close to my dick. He pretended like I was
playing with my self when I did that.

He is dressed in his typical baggy jeans and a black concert shirt he got
from Mud Vein last week. He starts doing his version of a stripper on a
poll and slowly peals off his shirt and whirl's it around his head like a
helicopter. He lets it fly and it lands on my face. He keeps saying, "do
you like this boy friend? Is this better lover?" And is swinging on the
support poll and feeling himself at the same time. Then he really gets wild.
He's shaking his bonny ass and his under developed chest is so white and
narrow under the florescent lights as he plays with his nipples and moves
ever closer to my plastic dick.

Without warning he paused as if he just remembered an important appointment.
He races up stairs and in seconds he's back dancing on a stack of boxes as
he feeds his hand down the back of his boxers and feels his ass.  Tne just
as quickly he reaches in the side pocket of his jeans and produces a
rubber dick. It is a hansome six-inch with all the veins sticking out and a
swollen head. I don't get a good look at it but he says, "You want to feel
it?" And he turns around and drops his pants to the floor leaving only the
boxers printed in the form of an American flag. He fiddles with the rubber
dick inside his shorts then walks over to me in only his socks and his big
baggy boxers. He holds the rubber dick on the inside of his shorts and
brings it to me as if it is attached to him.

"Go a head and touch it. It feels so real."

I reach out and give it a gentle squeeze. I am amazed at how real it feels.
I touch the carnal ridge and gland and he giggles. I say, "It's like...so
life like. Let me see it."

Shane says, "First stroke it like you were jacking me off and I'll let you
have it." So seeing how we are just playing like we're gay I do it. After
all he just played like he jerked me off and played like he sucked my
wide-one. He says, "Oh Baby. Your fucking gay little hands are so gay and
soft. I want you to do this all the time."  He sounds so phony saying that
stuff.

Then the unthinkable happens. A single drop of opal colored fluid appears
on the tip of the rubber dick. I put my other hand over my mouth then just
as quickly say out loud, "It's real!" I left my right hand on it for a few
seconds. And said again, "Is it real?"

Shane produced the rubber one from behind his back and tossed it into my
face. "here. I told you, you could play with the rubber one if you just
stroked me." And he pealed off his boxers like it was normal and sat on the
sofa next to me and began to wank off in high gear. He gushed out in
seconds. His white juice landed everywhere. What a scene. I could smell
his cum and his musk getting stronger and stronger with every lump of
sperm. I was genuinely excited but could never tell Shane.

Shane sat spent next to me and said through his shallow breath, "Damn Luke!
How great was that. Thanks for the hand job." And he laughed as he wiped
the sperm off his hand and onto my pants.

That's when it hit me. I could just see us going into school tomorrow.
Shane telling everyone that I had jerked him off. I have such a hard time
lying. Everyone would know.

"You can't tell. I was tricked. I'm not gay! You have to keep this a
secret. Promise!"

"Luke. I'm not promising any such thing. You gave me a nice little feel
and it was great. Your hands are so soft and your rhythm was so slow and
gentle. I loved it." He put his head on my shoulder in mock affection.
"No. Fuck No! You can't tell!"

Shane sat naked next to me playing with his sperm. He said, "How can we
make sure I don't tell?  ...Humm... I don't think there is a way." and he
drew his sperm like a web between his fingers.

"Dude, do you have to sit next to me when you do that? It's distracting."
He laughed and said, "I can think of one way I would keep my mouth shut...If
you did me."

"Fuck No!" I said. "Why should I?"

He explained, "If you just give me a hand job then I can tell who ever I
want and that is that and you get a reputation. But if we had done each
other then we would have a secret on each other. See how that works?"
It took a bit more convening but he was so hot sitting their naked with his
sperm covered dick getting harder by the moment and his hip against mine.
After a short debate I agreed. He had seen my junk before but I don't think
he had ever seen me hard. I was hard. Hard as hell. I unzipped and pulled
it out. He shook his head, "Just get all the way naked. That way we don't
have to be careful about getting sperm on anything."

I stood and opened my pants. I could tell he was helping me off with the
baggy jeans and then off came the shirt. I sat next to him with only my
white ankle socks with the gray toe. He was never shy and I knew he would
take to this easy. He greedily wrapped his fist around my five inch
erection and slowly pumped unrolling my foreskin as he ever so slowly drew
down. My head crept out of its tunnel like a baby out of the birth canal.
My pink head contrasted with the brown ridge of my foreskin and the thumping
veins of my shaft. I could here my heart beat in my ears and half a second
later I cold see it as my dick twitched in his grip.

His hands were warm and soft. His skinny fingers wrapped all the way around
once and then back to his palm. I was at that wonderful plateau that
all guys love to live at. I wanted this to last but at the same time
wanted, no needed him to kick it into high gear. I put my hand on top of his
and tried to make him moved faster but he refused.

"Fuck no lover. Is this the first hand job anyone has ever given you?"
I nodded and gulped as we made eye contact in the throughs of pleasure. He
giggled under his breath then said, "You know when you discovered that the
dick you were feeling was real?" I grunted, "yes". he said, "You left your
hand on it for another stroke. You didn't move it off. Then when you were
getting uncomfortable with me sitting naked by you, you tried to fix it by
suggesting that I move to another chair. But this is the only place worth
sitting on in the whole basement. You didn't tell me to get dressed or stop
jerking off, you just wanted me in front of you for a better view." He
giggled again. "I don't think your gay or anything. I think you like the
risky behavior. You know that at any moment we could get caught and the
risk is giving you an adrenalin rush."

He continued to slowly stroke my throbbing stiffly as he spoke. "You've got
a great cock. It's a nice size and so fucking hard. You know that the more
I talk the longer this will last. I can make it last for a hour if you
want."

"Damn it man. I want to cum. Just go for it. I have to shoot off. I'm
going fucking nuts here."

I lay my arms on the back of the sofa and dug my fingers into the cushions.
I tried shoving my hips up in to his grip to make things go faster but he
just slowed down even more. He let loose of his grip and made his two
biggest fingers into a V and ran them back and forth under my Strawberry
shaped gland. It was an amazing feeling on my over sensitive rod. I was
feeling electricity all the way up and down my body. Everything from my
chest to my thighs tingled and I expected to see things glow as if the
lights
were off.

I begged, "Just finish me off! Go faster! Please just let me do it and
I'll get it done. I do anything if you just get me off. For the love of dick
suck me off now!!" And he did.

He lowered his face to my dick and place my hot rigged member into his wet
warm hole. He flicked my head with his tongue and then ran it up and down
my shaft. He worked all of my rod into his mouth and hummed as he did it.
He slurped loudly and drew off the tip and a bridge of opal colored lust
formed between his mouth and my head. I was about to hit the top. He
swallowed again and again worked his tongue in circles over my head again
and again as he sucked down hard on my shaft. I did it.

I came in a cascade of passion and lust and he drank it all. I unloaded my
juice into his hungry mouth I tried to talk but it came out all squeaky
like I was going through the voice change thing all at once. I was trying to
say "Yes. Please more." but all that came out were gasps, grunts and
squeaks. I found my self humping his moist mouth and driving deeper and
deeper. Satisfaction was finale mine.

I settled on the couch and he was still licking and sucking. Finally I
patted him on the head and he lifted his red face off my purple dick. I
watched as my head crawled back into its tunnel and my balls relaxed from
the workout. I could see a few drops of my sperm on Shane's chin and I
smiled. He asked, "Good?"

I answered, "Good. Very good."

We sat naked on the sofa with our limp dicks recovering in the dim light of
the basement and Shane said, "Luke, we're not gay or anything. We just like
orgasms, right?"
I slid my hand down to his dick and said, "that's right.
And we don't mind feeling each other's dicks?"

Shane asked, "Do we mind sucking each others dicks?"

This took me off guard, but I guess it shouldn't have. I said, how do you
stand swallowing my stuff? Does it taste sick or what?"

He leaned in and placed his lips on mine and said, "lick your lips and see
how it taste." I did.

"I don't taste anything. What should it taste like." He scrunched up his
nose and tried to think. I said, you have sperm on your chin. Is that
mine?"

He offered, "No it belongs to your dog. I sucked him while you
wer't looking." and he moved in close again and pointed his chin at my
lips. I licked and could feel the soft blond hairs on his chin. I could
taste my own sperm. It was cool and salty. He moved his chin and met my
tongue with his tongue. He we began kissing with our mouths open and he
said, "I'm glad were not gay. This would be awkward if we were." And we
went back to kissing. I could feel his hands on my body and he felt my bone
and balls from time to
time so I did the same to him. We made out and felt each other for a while
then he slid back a little and just looked at my naked body with my erection
again fully awake.

"You know Luke, I just sucked you off. What is to keep you from going to
school tomorrow and telling everyone that I sucked you and getting me beat
up. I need some insurance. I need the same insurance I gave you. I need
you to suck me off now." And he lay back on the sofa spread eagle.

I hesitated a bit and then just went for it. I took as much of him in as I
could. That wasn't much. I stated gagging after just a few inches. I
could feel his heat and the beat of his heart. I used my fingers to pull
out the foreskin and licked his head with the skin still out stretched. I
tried to probe the piss slit with my tongue but it didn't work. I had a
lot to learn about sucking dick. I moved to the floor and got to where I
could handle his balls with both hands and still suck him hard.

I always loved the cock root and went there. He had obviously never had
that before and asked about it. I explained that it is such a sensitive
place and to get a great shot off you have to use it. He ran his fingers
thru my curly brown hair and I realized for the first time how little pubic
hair he had. I cold see right through it. I examined every place on his man
land and felt everything. He patted me on the head and said, "Could you get
on with it".

I kept my left hand on the root and moved my right to his shaft. I flicked,
licked and sucked the head and worked him like a car piston just getting
going. In no time I was pumping him as fast as I could and he was squirting
into my mouth. I licked him just like he did me. I didn't like that as
much but I did it. I could feel the microscopic little sticky balls of
sperm sticking to my teeth. I tried to lick them clean but they just dug
deeper into the crevasse of my teeth. I sat back on my knees and Shane bent
in to kiss me on the lips. He got one taste of his own sperm on my tongue
and I heard the basement door open.

My mom called down to us, "You boys want any fish stick?"
We froze in place and fear ran all over us both. I instinctively covered my
dick with my hands and Shane scrambled for his pants but they were somewhere
on the other side of the basement. Mom took one step down the stairs and we
could see her ankles. "Well, are you boy's hungry. Do you want anything to
put in your mouth?"

We both laughed and I said, "We'll be back up soon mom."

She shut the door and we just grabbed each other in a rough hug. We stood
and he pressed our bodies into each other. He put his mouth to my ear lobe
and whispered as he ground his erection into mine, "I'm glad were not gay.
If we were we might not do this again...like right after we eat fish sticks.
And he tongued my ear and we kissed again before getting dressed.