Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2012 06:52:22 -1000
From: Chris Parker <lavarock69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Joel at 13

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between two boys.  If you
are under 18, or offended by such descriptions, go away.  If you would like
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Joel at 13

My favorite thing in all the world is to suck the dick of a cute young
teenager. There's just nothing like it. I've been lucky enough to have done
it a lot. And it all started with Joel.

I learned about jacking off when I was in fourth grade. I was in the
bathroom at recess with two of my classmates, Kenny and Geoff. We'd just
finished pissing when Geoff told us about how he'd been out in the woods
with his 14-year-old neighbor over the weekend, and the guy showed him his
hard cock. The dude then started stroking it, and some "real sappy stuff"
came out. I knew enough about where babies came from to have an idea what
that sappy stuff must have been.

At this point in the story Geoff pulled out his little uncut pecker and
showed Kenny and me how the guy stroked it. Kenny looked at me with a
wicked smile. Then Geoff continued, and told how they went over to his
house (nobody was home), laid down on his bed naked, and both of them
jacked off. Geoff said it tickled and felt really good, but nothing came
out of his dick like it did out of his friend's.

Well, in fourth grade I wasn't the least bit horny yet, so that story
didn't excite me much. But I never forgot it. Things changed a few years
later in seventh grade, when I turned 12. I started sprouting little hairs,
barely visible, and my attention was now focused more than ever on my
dick. It was hard nearly every morning, and I finally decided to try
jacking off. Boy, did I ever like it. Needless to say, I started doing it a
lot, sometimes two or three times in a row. I knew that sooner or later I'd
be squirting "sappy stuff", but was glad I wasn't making a mess yet.

Also in seventh grade, Kenny's new friend and neighbor Joel started going
to our school. I had never liked Kenny much, but Joel seemed pretty
cool. He was the blondest kid I'd ever seen. People called him "Snowball"
because his hair was almost white. He was good looking, a little taller
than me, and very slim. I was almost as slender as him, and my hair was
light brown. I looked kinda like Cole Sprouse did at that age, but not
quite as cute. We were both fairly athletic, but I would eventually find
out that he was better than me at every sport we played.

About a month into the school year, Joel told me about a high school
freshman named Marty who lived about half a mile away from him and
Kenny. They would ride their bikes over to Marty's house, though not on the
same days, and he would pay them to "do things to him."

"What kinds of things?" I asked. "He gives us money to play with his cock,"
Joel replied, then added, "he's fourteen and has lots of hair on his cock."
I was too na've to figure out the extent of what must have been going on,
or to realize that my classmates had essentially become rentboys. In fact,
I was too na've to know much of anything about sex. The closest thing to
porn I'd ever seen were some Playboys and nudist magazines that belonged to
another friend's older brother. I lived a pretty sheltered existence in
that regard.

As winter approached, Joel and I went out for basketball. The coach made us
shower after practice, and I knew that was coming. I'd practiced a little
with the team the year before, and knew what to expect in the locker
room. I hated the thought of getting naked in front of everyone, because my
dick was still pretty small and nearly hairless.

After the first practice I saw that about half of the eighth-graders, and
one of the seventh-graders, were well into puberty. I loved looking at
their dicks, balls, and hair, and knew I would think about them often when
I jacked off. But I didn't like having to let them see my little one, even
though I wasn't the only guy that puny.

The locker room was small, and there were only two showers. They each had
little walls that kind of enclosed them. You could see into the first one
from practically anywhere in the locker room, but the second one was in the
back corner, and in there you were pretty much hidden from view. So that's
where I went. I was surprised when Joel came in right behind me.

I saw him naked for the first time. His dick and balls looked huge; they
were definitely man-sized. He didn't have much hair, but what he did have
was more noticeable than mine. We were both cut, and our dicks looked
similar, but mine was a miniature version of his. He looked at mine and
said, "holy shit, you're small." I reminded him that I was the youngest boy
in the class, had just turned 12, and he was 13. "Doesn't matter," he said,
"you're still tiny."

I felt embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated, all rolled into one. But then he
did something that surprised me. He pressed his body against mine so our
dicks were squeezed together, and started making humping motions. Nobody
else in the locker room could see us. I looked at his face, and he smiled
and winked at me. Then he stepped back and stroked his cock a little, and
it got hard. It was the biggest thing I'd ever seen, and really turned me
on. My little pecker popped up immediately. Joel grabbed it and stroked it
a few times, then said, "we better let these boys settle down again." So we
stayed in the shower until our boners went down.

I jacked off twice that night and once the next morning thinking about
Joel. The thought of his big cock pressing against mine, seeing him jack it
hard, feeling him stroke mine, it was all so hot I couldn't help but jerk
off. Even though he saw how small I was, and teased me about it, that
didn't seem to matter.

The next day Joel asked me if I wanted to spend Friday night at his
house. I'd never been there before, so I said "sure." I went home with him
Friday after basketball practice.

We didn't do much that evening except watch a couple of movies. But things
got interesting when we went to bed. Joel had his own room with a double
bed. We both stripped down to our boxers and climbed into it. Once under
the covers Joel said, "let's get naked. It feels a lot better." So we shed
our boxers. "Let's lie on top of the covers," he said. That sounded strange
to me, but I went along. So there we were, lying on our backs, uncovered,
buck naked. Joel was to the right of me.

"I'm gonna show your something," Joel said, then added, "do the same thing
to me that I do to you." He reached over with his left hand and lightly
played with my balls. Nobody had ever done that to me before, and it
tickled. My dick got hard immediately. I reached over and grabbed his
enormous nuts, and noticed that he was hard, too. He started stroking my
little pecker, and I did the same to his big thick cock. We ran our fingers
through each other's sparse fur, then went back to feeling up dicks and
balls.

"Is this what you do with Marty?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied, "this and
more." We kept it up for a good ten minutes at least, and all the while I
wondered what that "and more" might be.

"Okay, Chris," Joel finally said, "I'm gonna do something that you'll
love." He then went down between my legs, grabbed my dick and started
sucking it, giving me my first ever blow job. I was in heaven. The warm
slippery wetness felt insane. I had no idea anything could feel that
good. My dick was harder than it had ever been before. It was completely in
his mouth as he did things with his tongue I never would have imagined. The
best part was when he pulled back and just sucked on my helmet. It was
almost more pleasure than I could take, especially when he used his tongue
to work the sensitive spot on the underside, right below my pee hole.

He pulled off my cock and started sucking my balls, first one at a time,
then he put both of them in his mouth. I was surprised at how good that
felt. I slowly stroked my dick while he sucked my nuts, and knew I would
soon be ready to cum. But I didn't want to just yet. Next he managed to get
my dick and both nuts in his mouth. Then he sucked just my dick a little
more. It was the closest I'd ever been to cumming without actually going
off, and it felt awesome.

"Did you like that?" Joel asked. "Hell yeah," I moaned. "Do it to me now,"
he said.

I was a little hesitant. I'd never imagined putting a dick in my mouth, and
the thought kinda grossed me out. But I went down and grabbed his fat cock,
and put my mouth over its helmet. The taste wasn't bad at all, and the
sheer naughtiness of what I was doing actually turned me on. I could feel
the heat coming off his big helmet in my mouth, and off his thick shaft in
my hand.

I sucked him as best I could. He had to remind me a couple times about
being careful with my teeth. I obviously couldn't get anywhere near as much
of his huge cock into my mouth as he got of mine into his. But the way he
was moaning told me I was doing a pretty good job. I sucked on his big eggs
like he'd done to me, then his dick a little more. Finally I stopped and
laid down next to him again. "That was pretty fun," I told him.

"Let's do it to each other at the same time," he said. So he flipped
around, we laid on our sides, and I experienced my first 69. It was obvious
he knew what he was doing, so I tried to copy him. I loved when he stuck
his tongue into my pee slit, and it felt cool doing that to him.

We kept that up for a while, then went back to sucking each other one at a
time. I realized that the underside of his helmet was shaped a little
differently than mine. Where mine had kind of an inverted "v" shape in the
middle, where the seam runs down, his didn't have much of a "v"; it was
like his helmet ridge was almost continuous and very pronounced. It was fun
to lick there, and he obviously loved it when I did.

I'm not sure how long we kept all this up. It seemed like the whole thing
lasted an hour or so, but it might not have been that long. Finally we laid
next to each other again and started jacking each other off. I loved the
feeling of his big, thick, warm, hard cock in my hand. As I stroked him,
I'd occasionally run my finger along that ridge on the underside of his
helmet that fascinated me so.

It didn't take long before I felt that familiar sensation that told me I
was about to cum. My legs stiffened, my dick started to throb, my toes
curled, and I had to stop jacking him as the most fantastic dry orgasm of
my young life washed over me in waves. I moaned softly and my whole body
shuddered as all my thoughts were concentrated on the head of my dick. The
throbbing and tingling were more intense than anything I'd felt before.

Joel kept stroking me through it all, and when it was over he started
sucking my helmet again. I had to push his head away, because my little
helmet was way too sensitive to take it. I laid there in the afterglow of
the best thing I'd ever felt in my life. All my muscles were weak, and I
couldn't move.

Joel seemed to realize the extent of my pleasure, and how incapacitated I
was for the moment. He laid back down next to me and stroked his own cock
furiously, and within a few seconds I heard him moan. There was enough
light filtering in through the window that I could see a stream of
translucent cum shoot out the end of his big cock and land on his belly and
chest. I'd never seen cum before, and it fascinated me.

"You don't shoot jizz yet, do you?" he asked, even though the answer was
pretty obvious. "No," I admitted. He scooped up a little with his finger
and ate it. "How does it taste?" I asked.

"See for yourself," he replied. So I ran my fingertip through his jizz,
then held it up to my nose. It didn't smell like anything I'd ever smelled
before, but it wasn't bad. I touched it to the tip of my tongue. Kinda
sweet, kinda salty, not bad at all. I sucked it off my finger. Then
something came over me and I licked some off his belly. He scooped some
more up and ate it, then wiped off the rest with a tissue.

We were exhausted, so we put our boxers back on and went to sleep. The next
morning I woke up to him sucking my dick again. He had pulled it out of my
fly. I just laid there and enjoyed it. I moaned, and he looked up and saw
that I was awake. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied. He pulled my boxers off, then his own. Then he
reached into his nightstand and took out a ruler. "Let's see how big you
are," he said.

I figured, what the hell? He already knows I'm small. Turned out I was just
under 4 inches hard. Joel came in at a little over 6. How I envied that big
cock. I would have loved a repeat session of the night before, but there
was no time. We had to get dressed before one of his parents came knocking
on the door.

So that was my first sexual experience, the one that made me love young
dick. During the next few years we kept up the sleepovers, sometimes pretty
often, sometimes not so much. We watched each other sprout more pubes, he
saw my dick and balls get bigger, I saw his cum get thicker and whiter. We
sucked each other every time we spent the night together, and sometimes we
would cum in each other's mouths. I swallowed a fair amount of his jizz
before I started making my own. That didn't happen until just before eighth
grade, and he told me it was the best he'd ever tasted.

We never went any further than that, and in tenth grade he started going
out with girls. That bummed me out a little, but I moved on. I would keep
finding ways to suck the cocks of cute teen boys and eat their tasty
jizz. There's nothing I'd rather do. And I owe it all to Joel, when he was
13.

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If you would like to read about some of my other experiences, check out
these stories.
In Young Friends:
kyle-and-his-brothers Dec 29 2006 (picks up where Joel left off)
brian-and-pete Mar 23 2011
In Adult Youth:
scotty Sep 6 2009
chris-and-chris Aug 5 2010