Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2018 02:03:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kindred Spirits II

Once again, this is tied to the story Boy Beach in the gay adult/youth
genre.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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Timothy snuggled in to me and by reflex my arm went around his shoulder
which in turn prompted him to snuggle even closer. What started as two boys
huddling together segued into two boys hugging and holding each other. The
warmth and closeness of Timothy's body was very comforting to me. It seemed
as if it were meant to be; it felt right.

There seemed to always be a need for one or the other of us to re-adjust
our position due to cramping, need to stretch, a foot or hand falling
asleep, and it was with a mumbled apology which was answered with "no
problem" or other some such reassurance. Timothy's sofa was a deep one in
that we could almost sit side by side while leaning against the arm so it
provided a great deal of space for said movements and adjustments.

During the process of the aforementioned changes of position, hands grazed
chests, bellies, legs and thighs and at one point Timothy's hand had all
but rested on my bulge for a good 3 count. When he realized where his hand
was placed, Timothy was all kinds of apologetic and genuinely so.

"Oh my gosh Tal, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen." I smiled at
him.

"It's no big deal Timothy, it was an accident," I responded.

"Still, it's embarrassing," he replied and again, I told him not to worry
about it. He apologized again, and again I told him not to worry about
it. I then moved my hand so that it rested on his bulge for about the same
amount of time before pulling it away.

"There, now we're even," I said, the grin still plastered on my face. The
expression on my friends' face was one of shock but not in a bad way but it
wasn't what he'd expected and while was caught off guard I was thinking
about how soft and warm things were inside his underwear.

"Fair enough," Timothy finally said. Time went on, another 45 minutes or
so, during which adjustments both minor and major occurred and when
touching happened nothing was said about it. The experience seemed to
embolden both of us to some degree because we initiated more casual
touching such as for emphasis on a point or something. At one point my hand
was resting high on Timothy's inner thigh and my fingers started absently
rubbing there. I wasn't really aware of it until Timothy brought it up.

"Uhhm Tal," he said softly. I was engrossed on the TV screen and mumbled
"hhmmm? "Tal," he said again, "Do you know where your hand is at." I turned
my head to look at him and at the same time realized that my arm had
slipped downward, and the fingertips were resting against the leg hole trim
of his underwear right next to his balls. In fact, the back of my hand was
resting lightly against them. I jerked my hand back which caused him to
laugh. I loved Timothy's laugh, it was a sound that I would associate with
elves fairies or something.

"Now we're even," he said then started to move. "I need to stretch," he
said and tossed the blanket off and moved to his knees and went through an
arms in the air side to side stretching movement. I couldn't help but
admire his smooth pale skin, the tautness of it over his belly and sloping
down into the waistband of his skimpy briefs. I wondered what it would be
like to put my lips against his skin, maybe kissing or maybe just having
the contact. A moment later they were.

Timothy fell forward against me. We figured out later that he'd been
kneeling right at the edge of the cushion and his weight and movement
caused the cushion to sag and his knees to slide down into the crack
between the cushions. That in turn caused the boy to pitch forward and land
against me. My right arm was between him and the sofa back, my other arm
free on the other side. When he fell my arms went around him automatically,
one on his lower back and the other right on his delicious little butt
cheek. My head was resting against his abdominal oblique muscle, my lips
actually touching his skin just at the waistband of his underwear.

I became immediately aware of a couple of things. One was that his body was
so warm and his scent was so comforting and another was that his boy bulge
was pressed against my chest. In addition, Timothy's outer arm went around
my head where it remained. In reflex, I held him a little tighter. Timothy
had uttered a "whoa" as he toppled and after about 10 seconds he mumbled an
"Mmmmm" but didn't seem inclined to move. I kissed him twice on the hip,
the kind of exaggerated smacking sound that you give when in a playful mood
or a child then started to lift him away. Timothy helped and was soon
turned and re-seated, snuggled back against me.

"That was certainly interesting," he said, and I agreed, thinking he meant
that he'd fallen into me, and I turned my head back toward the TV. "You
kissed me." I nodded my head and mumbled,

"Unhuh." I felt him move and then his fingers on my chin and he tugged
gently, getting me to turn my head to look at him. Our faces were only
inches apart.

"But you kissed me," Timothy said softly.

"Yeah, I did. Was that okay?" Timothy's eyes went from mine, to my lips
then to my eyes again and he nodded his head but only barely.

"I never been kissed before. It was nice." My heart was beginning to pick
up speed. I had an opportunity right in front of my face both literally and
figuratively and considering that Timothy had kissed me while he thought I
was asleep I figured that he was open to the idea. I leaned closer to him,
moving slowly so that he could move away if he wanted to. He didn't and
just before we touched he closed his eyes.

My lips touched Timothy's and the first thing that registered in my brain
was how soft they were. It only lasted a second, maybe two, and I pulled
back far enough to see his face. Timothy's eyes were still closed but only
for a heartbeat.

"My god Tal," he whispered. I didn't answer but nodded my head and moved
forward again. I put my hand on his thigh just as our lips touched and this
time I stayed for almost 5 seconds and moved my lips a little bit before
pulling my head back. Our faces were still close, and we were both
breathing heavier. This time Timothy made the advance, tilting his head
just before our lips touched. I moved my hand from his thigh, headed for
his hip and just as our lips touched I came into contact with Timothy's
bulge and discovered his cock was rock hard. My fingers did rest against
his side but my thumb stayed against his boner.

Timothy jerked slightly, and I felt his hand go to the back of my head,
just like in the movies, and he began moving his lips. I moved my hand
forward, my thumb now pressed against his cock and my fingers adding more
pressure against his side and I began to move my lips in response. In that
short space of time we both began kissing, just like in the movies.

At that point I decided that I no longer needed to pretend or to use the
word "accidental" in order to touch Timothy. As far as I was concerned it
was now open season and judging from the way my friend was kissing me and
moaning softly he likely felt the same way. Too, there were the words that
he whispered when he thought I was sleeping. That all said and done, I
moved my hand.  I placed a full fingered grasp onto Timothy's cock and felt
up and down the length of him. At the top I felt further evidence of his
arousal, the wet spot of his seeping precum.  Timothy's hand moved to my
thigh and moved upward so I opened my legs a little further to allow him
access, not that there was much room to move. When he found me, Timothy
grasped onto my cock just as I had done to him and I felt a little jolt
shoot through my body. My hard cock was being felt up by another boy and
the only way I could describe it was thrilling.  We broke the kiss, which
had lasted easily a half minute, both of us panting heavily. Neither of us
said anything for a moment and simply embraced, and continued to feel each
other's boner. I finally separated from Timothy and gently moved off the
sofa, taking him with me, although he came willingly. Once standing I
quickly shoved my underwear down, freeing up my raging cock and once he saw
what I was doing Timothy did the same. Once done we melted back into each
other's arms and went back to kissing.  My arms were wrapped around him,
moving up and down and across his back and of course onto his tender cute
small boy butt. Timothy's arms went mostly around my head, his finger
lightly gripping my head as our mouths went wide open and by unspoken
mutual consent our tongues got to work as well. When my hands moved to his
ass I kneaded the flesh and pulled him tight to me, mashing our hard cock
between our bellies. Timothy moaned at the feelings that were flooding his
slender body.  Still kissing, I moved him onto the sofa, first on our
knees, and then onto his back with me on top. Timothy had one foot flat on
the carpet and the other legs against the sofa back. I did the same
essentially but used my legs to keep my full weight from laying on
him. Still, our bodies were pressed together and once against our cocks
rested side by side, held in place by our lower torso's.  We kissed
heavily, broke it and turned our heads and went back at it again. The
passion was evident by the force of the kissing and soft moaning sounds
that I thought was mostly Timothy. Later he would say that I was moaning
too and that it had been even more of a turn on for him. Both of us were
moving our hips in one manner or the other, the instinct to fuck running
strong through our adolescent bodies. Also it was about cock stimulation,
grinding our boners against other and the pressure of our bellies the
raging flesh as well.  Timothy's hands were on my back, holding and rubbing
it but he also moved down to play with my butt. I loved that right off the
bat, having my butt rubbed and kneaded, which is exactly what he was
doing. Timothy finally broke the kiss and turned his head sideways in order
to gulp in oxygen.  "Oh my fucking god Tal this is so amazing," he
whispered. "It seems like I've wanted this forever." My head had initially
been turned in the other direction but I moved it in order to look down
onto his face.
 "Do you mean me specifically or in general," I asked then gave him a quick
kiss on the lips.  "Well in general for maybe a year or so now but then it
turned into you specifically." He was quiet for a moment then said in a
softer voice, "Almost since that first day at school. I thought you were
incredible. So hot looking, so nice and everything. I had noticed you
before that fight and wanted to meet you. Not for sex but I mean just in
general then the fight happened and well, we know how that turned out."  I
kissed him again, a quick peck on the mouth. "Me too, sort of. I mean, I
noticed you too, the school isn't that big, and I wanted to meet you but
I'm not really the type to just walk up to somebody and say hi. Maybe if
you'd have been in one of my classes I might have. Anyway, once we started
hanging out and I got to realize how fucking awesome you are then I started
to have stronger feelings in general but mostly for you." Timothy seemed to
consider that for a moment.  "I know that I'm gay Tal" he whispered. "I
sort of suspected since I was like, 10 or something, and it wasn't until I
started puberty and getting boners all the damn time. All the boys I knew
were always talking about girls and wanting to fuck them and stuff but I
figured out that being with a girl wasn't what I wanted. Of course around
that time I started PE and taking showers with other boys and discovered
that I much preferred looking at boys than girls. I seen some naked girls
in magazines, but it wasn't interesting to me. Seeing naked boys was hella
interesting. So that's how I figured it out."  "I heard about masturbation
in health class of course, but I really learned about jacking off from
listening to boys talking in PE and older boys when they didn't know I was
listening. I figured out they were talking about doing it while looking at
pictures of naked women and stuff. The first time I did it was just to do
it, ya know. I played with my dick, got it hard, and did it. As I'm sure
you remember, the first time I cummed almost made me faint.  It wasn't
until a month or so later that I got a boner thinking about an older boy
that I'd seen that I thought was so fucking cute. Since he was older I
began to wonder what he looked like naked, how big his cock was, did he
have a lot of hair on it, did he have big balls and of course, how much
sperm did he make. I got really hard so closed my bedroom door and jacked
off thinking about it him. After that I always thought about boys when I
jacked off." Timothy got quiet again for just a moment.  "I jacked off the
night that we met, thinking about you," Timothy said. "I had an amazing cum
too." I shared my story with Timothy, which was similar but not exactly the
same. An older boy had actually told me about jacking off when I was like,
12. He had hinted that he would show me if I wanted him to, but I was kind
of chicken. I finally figured it out of course, every boy does. I thought
about girls at first and then I got my hands on a sex magazine. Honestly,
tits didn't do anything for me and looking at pussy made me kind of sick to
my stomach. Looking at men's hard cock though was a different story and
that's when I really started thinking about things."  "I have to tell you
something Tal," Timothy said, "and I hope you don't feel different about
me." The look on his face was definitely one of fear. "I... I touched you
last night when you were sleeping, and I kissed you, on the mouth. I'm
sorry I did that but it was like, I couldn't help it, I had too, I'm
sorry."  Bear in mind that we were still on the sofa, Timothy still on his
back with me propped above him but close enough that our still hard cocks
were touching but not pressed together. I leaned my head down and kissed
him on the mouth. Then, in the same soft voice he had used said,
 "I wish I could tell you Tal, I want to but I'm afraid." It wasn't the
exact words but close enough.  "It's okay Timothy," I said, my voice still
soft, "I was awake and I wanted to let you know that I was, but I was
afraid too. And I'm glad that you did it because it gave me courage to
suggest showering together, and to wash your back, to touch your bulge and
even lick the jam off your belly." Neither of us said anything for a moment
then Timothy spoke, still on a soft voice.  "I want to suck your cock
Tal. I want to suck you really, really bad." I smiled at him.  "That's what
I was thinking too except that I want to suck your cock." I kissed him
again then slid down the sofa until my head was above his crotch. God that
boy was so beautiful to look at. His cock was at full boner stage, hanging
in the air above his belly. His smooth balls were hanging low between his
hairless thighs just waiting to be felt on and licked. His sandy colored
pubic hair was such a cute little nest of curls and I wanted to put my face
down there and just let it rest against it. I propped myself up on one
hand, took hold of his cock and pulled it upright then lowered my face to
it.  The first thing I did was lick the seeping precum from his swollen
cock head. I attempted to identify the actual taste but wasn't real
successful although I must say that it wasn't bad, but it wasn't good
either, it just was. That done I covered my teeth with my lips, at least I
knew that much, and closed my mouth over the head.

The first thing that struck me was how soft and satiny his cock head was
and the second was how sensitive it must be, if the intensity of Timothy's
gasp was any kind of indicator. I moved my head down, taking more of his
cock into my mouth and then backed off and did it again. As I did it I
thought to myself,

"I'm actually doing it; I'm sucking a cock."

"Oh God Tal that feels so good," Timothy groaned out. I noticed that his
voice seemed a little deeper than usual. I bobbed my head up and down for a
good minute and while I did it I was identifying the sensations of warmth,
of hardness yet softness of his cock skin, of how it all felt inside my
mouth. I decided that if cock sucking was going to be a primary part of
being a gay boy then I was all in for it. I kept it up for a minute then
stopped because my mouth was getting a little sore. I moved back up over
Timothy and this time when we kissed it was a hard mouth wide open, tongue
battling kiss.

"That was amazing Tal," Timothy said after we broke the kiss. "I want to
suck your cock too." Timothy started to move but I told him to stay there
and I moved up the sofa, straddling his body until my boner was all but in
his face. I still had one foot on the floor so was able to keep my body
elevated but i did lean forward and put my hands on the arm of the
sofa. Timothy felt on my balls for a moment causing me to gasp. I knew they
were sensitive but had no idea that someone else feeling them would feel so
fucking good. Timothy pulled my cock down and skinned my foreskin back and
forth a few times. I guessed that he might have felt a little weird when I
showed how it worked in the shower but now he didn't have worry about
it. He could look all he wanted.

"Gosh your cock is so red Tal," he said. "It almost looks like it would
hurt." That said he raised his head so I lowered my waist for him and in
seconds I was getting my cock sucked for the first time in my life. I loved
it. Timothy kept one hand under my balls, playing with them and generally
treating them like I would have if I had been doing myself. He continued to
gently stroke my cock as he suckled and in response I moved my hips every
so slightly, sort of fucking his mouth.

Like I had done, my lover took more and more of me into his mouth but
didn't like, gobble me up or anything. He probably knew that he would choke
if he tried to take too much. I could hear him moaning softly to himself as
he worked my cock and could feel my own moans and groans starting to come
out also. Goddamn the feelings were incredible. Then he surprised me a
little by sliding my foreskin up over my cock head and sucking on the
nipple of skin. He actually tried to push his tongue into the opening which
felt really great too. It made me wish that Timothy had a foreskin that I
could play with.

Like me, his mouth got a little sore and he had to stop so I moved back
into my previous position and we kissed some more. Timothy's hands were
moving all over my back and he ever went down onto my butt and felt the
cheeks up. Oh man did that feel good. It occurred to me then that we were
now able to touch each other all over our bodies and not worry about it. I
broke the kiss and looked down into Timothy's eyes.

"I loved having you play with my butt like that and it got me to thinking
that we can both do that now, touch all over each other's body." Timothy
grinned.

"I hadn't thought of that but you're right and I want to put my hands
everywhere on you Tal."

"Me too but not here on the sofa. Your bed is kinda small, but we could
manage it."

"I have an idea if you'll let me up," he said.

"You gotta pay a toll first," I said then dropped my head for more kissing
before I moved and stood up. Timothy bounded off the sofa and said he'd be
right back and headed off. I stared at his butt, thrilled that I got to see
it bare and without clothes. Sure, I did in the shower, but it wasn't the
same.  I stood there waiting and about 3 minutes later Timothy came back
down the stairs with a sleeping bag under his arm and two pillows clutched
in his other hand. I couldn't help but stare at him and he saw that I was.

"What," he asked, stopping 5 feet from me.

"It is amazing seeing you coming toward me like, your cock is all hard and
strong looking and wagging around as you're walking. It's so beautiful to
see, you're beautiful to see." It was true though. Seeing a hot looking
boy, naked and stone hard is a thing of beauty to me, like the 9th wonder
of the world or something.

"Watch," I said and headed toward his kitchen.

"God what a great butt you have Tal," he called out behind me. I told him
I'd thought the same thing when he was walking away from me. At any rate I
turned and walked back toward him and he got a huge assed grin on his face.

"Oh man Tal I see what you mean. I could look at it all day long."

"Me too," I said, "but right now I'd rather touch than look." That said
Timothy unzipped the sleeping bag and tossed it onto the floor then snagged
some throw pillows and the blanket from the sofa then got down onto it and
wiggled his finger at me to Join him. Once I was down alongside him Timothy
pulled the blanket over us and we snuggled up to each other.

"Oh man Tal, this is so much better, being able to touch you and hold you
and stuff." Our faces were only inches apart while almost the rest of our
bodies from chest to toes were touching, including our rock hard cocks.

"I love the feeling of your body against mine Timothy," I said. "I love
being so close to you, you're so warm and it's so comforting, or something
like that. It's like something that has been missing in my life, but I
didn't know it until now." I was feeling rather emotional in that moment
and I wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. A tear formed slowly at the
corners of Timothy's blue grey eyes.

"Oh Tal," he said softly, "I can't believe this is happening. It's like
that for me in a way too only I knew that I wanted to be like this, with a
boy, like we are right now. I knew I wanted to be snuggled up against a
boy, a naked boy, with our bodies pressed together and able to touch each
other to our heart's content and not have to worry about it." I reached up
and wipe the tears from each cheek then kissed him softly on the mouth.

My hand had been gently rubbing on his side and down onto his hip but as I
continued to gently kiss him, I nudged Timothy onto his back and began
working on his chest and belly. I loved how his body felt under my finger
and I could almost feel each individual muscle. I moved downward toward his
cock and when the edge of my hand bumped up against it I flipped my hand
over and let my fingers play a little bit in his pubic hair.

Instead of beginning to work on his cock, my hand moved to the side and
traveled down the top of his thigh then came back up on the inside. I let
my fingers trail lightly, tickling his flesh a little bit before adding
some pressure. When the edge of my hand touched his balls I moved out and
up alongside his cock and did it all again. I continued to kiss on Timothy
increasing the pressure a little and staying a little longer. After 3 such
trips I gently pushed his head to the side and began kissing on his neck.

"Oohh God Tal, please don't tease me anymore, please touch me, touch my
cock and my balls, I need you to touch my cock, please Tal." I hadn't
exactly intended to have him say that before I touched him, but I would
always remember a teasing touch-slash-rub as a technique to use from time
to time.

I was down on Timothy's upper thigh when he made his request so this time
on the trip back up I turned my hand at the last minute and came up
underneath his balls and cupped the smooth eggs and gently tugged on them
and rumpled them in my fingers. That certainly got me a heavy sigh. I
fondled and gently tugged on the eggs, rumpled them a little in my fingers
then pulled them up, going as far as the skin would allow then gently
letting them fall back into place against his crotch.

At that point I was at the base of his raging hard cock so proceeded to
feel and gently squeeze up and down the length of him. I loved the feel of
his hard cock in my hand, the warmth of his flesh, the hardness of the
shaft yet softness of the skin that held it all in place. I moved to gently
feel his swollen cock head and got my fingers wet from the seeping precum.

All the while I had continued to kiss on Timothy whose arms had moved
around my neck as if to hold on.

"God that feels so good Tal," my lover said in a deepened voice, "I love
you playing with my cock." I kissed him some more but had kept my face
close to his.

"That's great because I love playing with it. You have an amazing cock
Timothy and now I think it needs a good sucking." I slid down the bed until
I was alongside him and simply looked him over for a moment. I thought
again how strong, how virile, a boys' hard cock is. It sounds silly perhaps
but his hard cock really looked like it meant business, like it was ready
to the chore that was set out for it. I leaned in close and picked up the
fragrance of his crotch. I could pick up my own smell from time to time and
sort of liked it but on Timothy I loved it.

"Fuck Timothy," I said, "I can smell your balls and stuff and I really love
it." That said, I felt on his nuts again the took his cock in my hand and
stroked him a few times before leaning over him and putting my mouth over
the end of it. Timothy flinched as my mouth enveloped his sensitive cock
head but quickly relaxed back onto the bed. I held his cock and bobbed my
head up and down, my lips and tongue registering the softness of his cock
head, the firm ridge of the base of the head. I let my tongue explore the
entire surface as well as his piss slit and decided that I liked sucking
cock or more specifically, Timothy's cock.

I began to dip my head in earnest, taking half of him into my mouth before
backing off. I reveled in the feel of him, the smell of him, the different
textures of all that made him boy. My free hand was wrapped around the base
of his cock, the edge resting against the beginning of his sac but without
really thinking about it, I let my ring and little fingers down to let them
feel on his balls. After a moment I let go of his cock and just held his
nuts.

I had discovered a while back that I love balls. I loved my balls, loved
looking at them, feeling them, washing them and tugging on them when I was
stone hard and jacking off. I also discovered that I loved looking at other
boys' balls too. It was one of the great perks of being involved in sports;
the locker room and showers. Seeing another boys' balls move when he
washed, when he walked, when he did anything when his balls were free and
not held in check by underwear or a jock. Being behind a boy and seeing him
bend over to step into his boxers or briefs and seeing his balls hanging
between his legs caused my heart to beat faster.

A boys' sac was so pliable and flexible and could conform to a variety of
position. For instance, seeing a boys' balls squish up if he was sitting
down and his legs were closed was amazing. I had seen a boy lying prone on
a bench in the locker room, his legs slightly open and his balls hanging
out behind him. I wanted to get down there and lick the smooth eggs.

So, I proceeded to suck Timothy's cock and feel on his soft smooth balls
and judging from the moans, my friend was enjoying it as much as I was. I
probably bobbed my head there for a good two minutes before Timothy had me
stop.

"Oh man Tal, you're gonna make me cum and I really want to but not quite
yet." I wasn't really prepared to give up Timothy's cock yet but I did
understand his situation. That said, I let go and traveled back up along
his tight body then lay half on him and planted my mouth against his for a
good long make out session. We finally broke it off and Timothy gently
pushed me onto my back.

"My turn," he said with a grin, then slid down to become face to face with
my throbbing hard cock. "It really is a beautiful thing Tal," he murmured,
"A hard cock I mean. Especially your hard cock. I could look at it, touch
it and feel it all day long," he murmured.

He took hold of me, causing a slight jolt to shoot through my body. Leaning
in close he slid my foreskin back and forth over the head, spreading my
precum all over the place, before leaning closer to begin licking me like
an ice cream cone. Looking down on his sweet smooth face and seeing his
tongue working on my caused my heart to swell. Timothy was such a beautiful
boy and his willingness, even desire, to honor me in that way was almost
overwhelming and I had to wonder briefly if what I was feeling was
love. Was I falling in love with my beautiful boy or did I already love
him?

Timothy did pretty much the same thing that I had done. He held on to my
cock while his head rose and fell in my lap, taking half of my cock into
his mouth with each dip. He tried to stroke me a little while he sucked but
I figured he was pretty much focused on the sucking and not the other
stuff.

"Damn Timothy, that feels incredible," I groaned as intense feelings spiked
and waned through my body. I touched his head and I couldn't help but
gently push my hips up to meet his head dips, loving the feel of his lips
wrapped around my cock. It didn't take long before I felt my body gearing
up to unload my sperm and gently rubbed my fingers in his hair. "You better
stop or I'll shoot in your mouth," I moaned.

Timothy let go of me and we moved back to being face to face and fell back
into each other's arms and went back to kissing. I was totally passionate,
both of us holding and rubbing each other, our mouths pressed together,
tongues pushing against each other. My hand went down to his butt and
fondled the pliable flesh, kneading and squeezing it.

"God Tal I need to cum bad," he whispered when we took a break to breathe
then went back to kissing. We were both moaning softly, hands were
everywhere, groping, stroking and rubbing. I began to jack his raging hard
cock with purpose, with direction, while still kissing Timothy deeply. He
got the message and moved his hand to do the same thing to me. The feelings
roaring through my body were incredible.

I loved the feel of Timothy's hard cock in my fist, but I also loved the
feel of his fist wrapped around my cock, jacking me off. I was finally
going to cum at someone else's hand and not my own and that helped get me
to the sperming stage pretty quickly but Timothy got there first.

"Fuck I'm really close Tal, really close," he blurted out after breaking
the kiss. I rolled him onto his back and began jacking him off in earnest,
pounding his cock like I sometimes pounded my own. His balls were jumping
around as I did it and I found that erotic as hell too. I moved my upper
body back so Timothy could watch the fireworks, watching his sperm shooting
out of his cock. He was gently undulating his hips, trying to fuck my
fist. I had discovered long before that when I was that hot, it was almost
natural to move my waist as if actually fucking.

Timothy's breath was coming faster, his moans louder and I knew that my
best friend, and now lover, was close to squirting. A moment later he
groaned and said oh fuck just as I felt his cock thicken against my hand. A
second after that a thick stream of sperm blasted out of his cock head and
hit him high on his chest. Like all good sperm squirts it left a trail as
well as spermlets in its wake and some dripping down over my fingers.

The second and third squirts were almost as powerful as the first one,
firing big long globs of the viscous liquid onto his chest. It soon went
into dribble mode and that's when I lowered my head and took his cock into
my mouth and got the rest of sticky cum that his balls had to offer. I
stayed there sucking and using my tongue to get every drop of Timothy's
sweet young sperm and I kept at it until my friend giggled and pushed my
head away.

"Fuck Tal that was even better than the first cock sucking," he said after
he'd caught his breath. He grabbed his underwear and wiped his cum off his
body then tossed them to the side.

"Now let me get you off." Timothy moved then pushed me down and kissed me
heavily, tongues and all, while his hand worked on my cock. He stroked me
just as I had him except that I had a foreskin and that increased the
action and thus the sensitivity on my cock. Timothy finally backed away and
settled in to jacking me off.

"I loved watching your foreskin going back and forth over your cock head
Tal, it's fucking awesome." I could understand his excitement, I thought so
too but of course I had more senses in the game than Timothy did. "Gosh
your balls are so big and heavy they don't bounce like mine do, they just
move up and down in your sac." I knew that too. I had watched it happen,
oh, about a thousand times.

I felt my body start to change and knew that I'd be shooting soon, and I
told Timothy that. He kept on jacking me off and the feelings became more
intense, like little bolts of lightening shooting through my body. I
started groaning and panting then Timothy reached down and cupped my balls
and gently squeezed and tugged on them. That did it.

"Ooohhh fuck," I groaned heavily. The first jet of my sperm hit just below
my left eye, probably because Timothy was right handed and leaned in the
direction. The second one hit my chin, the third one broke into a pair of
distinctly separate streams one of which went onto my left nipple and the
other dead center between both nipples and a good 2 inches lower. There
were probably more but Timothy quickly put his mouth over the spurting head
and whatever else there was went down his throat.

"Oh fuck Timothy, oh fuck," I groaned as my best friend sucked the sperm up
out of my cock. Since my orgasm wasn't even half through when he started
sucking me I got plenty of red hot feelings raging through my body like a
berserker. Never had I experienced feelings like I was right then.

As with Timothy, my sperm finally ran out and my cock head got hella
sensitive so I had to push on his head. He didn't take his head away but he
didn't suck or move his tongue either so it was sort of okay. Actually, it
was more than okay because it was warm on the head and top of the shaft. He
did finally back off though and reached over me to get his underwear and
clean the cum off my torso.

"That was on hell of a cum shot Tal. I never anything like that before in
my life," Timothy exclaimed as he wiped me down. "Is it always like that?"
I shook my head.

"No not really. I do make a lot of sperm but that was possible the best cum
shot I've ever had," responded. "Thank you." I pulled Timothy down to me
and we kissed some more. Our bodies had about as much skin touching as was
possible, arms rubbing and holding again, legs thrown over the others'
legs. It was just like in the movies only we were 2 teenage boys and we
were both naked.

We finally broke the kiss and just lay there staring into each other's eyes
from 6 inches away. "You are the most beautiful boy I've ever known
Timothy," I whispered then kissed the tip of his nose. "The most amazing
and most beautiful boy I've ever known."

"Oh Tal," Timothy whispered back. A tear started at the corner of his
eye. He moved his head forward but not to kiss me. He lay his head
alongside mine and hugged our heads together. His head had been turned
outward but after a brief moment he turned it toward me.

"I love you Tal," he whispered in my ear. "I thought maybe I might, but I
know it for sure. I know it in my heart. I love you. Timothy back away
enough so we could see each other's eyes again. I didn't have anything to
say. The words "I know me too" seemed like a really stupid thing to say and
would have demeaned the moment. All I could do is pull Timothy to me and
hold him some more.  We just lay there holding each other for a good minute
or more. My hands were gently rubbing his back and although his hand was
rubbing my butt, there wasn't anything sexual about it.

"I'm so sleepy," Timothy whispered. I gave him a gentle hug.

"Me too my sweet thing," I responded. We didn't anything more and both
drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined and held close together in a
lover's embraces. I don't know how long we were out, although I figured out
later that we'd slept for almost an hour.

We hadn't covered up, hadn't needed to. In my dream there was a slight
breeze of cooler air but it didn't register in my conscious brain. I heard
then felt the rustle of the sleeping bag being tossed over us and I say us,
because my arm was still around Timothy and my top leg tossed over his and
hooked behind it like a safety latch to keep us together.

"How sweet," I thought to myself in my half dream half waking
state. Timothy felt the chill too. I snuggled against him some more to
gather up his heat and give him some of mine. As I did, my brain registered
that something wasn't quite right. Something was off kilter. Not a lot
really, just some little thing that I couldn't get to come into my frontal
lobe.

Then I wondered for a second, well sort of wondered because I was still
asleep, if Timothy's arm might have fallen asleep because I was laying on
it but then I registered that I wasn't really, it was caught in the crook
of my neck. Dreams are so weird. Then his other arm moved, the one that was
draped over my rib cage, trapped loosely in place by my arm. He moved up so
his other hand could absently scratch the back of it. Hmm, that seemed odd
to me. To my half awake brain that is. Then it hit me.

If Timothy had one arm under my head and the other one semi-trapped against
my side then he couldn't have pulled the sleeping bag over us. It took
another 10 seconds before that actually hit home and my eyes snapped
open. I was facing the sofa and so saw Timothy's mother sitting there
watching us. She tried to smile but it didn't work out quite that way.

"Hi Tal," she said in a soft voice. "I guess the three of us need to sit
down and talk, huh?"

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