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Levi
A new story by Danny
author of such stories as...
Part VI
Both of us having missed the fact that Jerry had arranged a romantic dinner setting for the two of us with the table and chairs, we instead moved our food to the sofa. While we ate, I sat very close to Phil and held the wet washrag with ice in it to my chin. We watched a movie called The Other World which was the best movie and scared us both to death. If my mother knew I watched it, she'd have had a fit. When we were done eating, I rested my head on Phil's chest so that he could hold me as the movie was scaring the shit out of me. We had to pause the movie twice because my ice kept melting and dripping on Phil.
By the end of the movie, we'd polished off the entire 2-liter bottle of Mountain Dew. We were both completely wired to the max and were about to start bouncing off the walls.
When we had paused the movie earlier, to get me more ice for my chin, we'd also made restroom breaks, but we'd downed so much Mountain Dew that once the movie ended, we both needed to pee again with extreme urgency!
However, there was this scene near the end of the movie where a girl and a boy were sitting on a couch making out when something reached out from under the couch, grabbed their ankles and pulled them under. They were never seen again. After that scene, Phil and I kept our feet up on the sofa for the rest of the movie!
So! Now that the movie was over, we were both reluctant to put our feet down so that we could then go to the bathroom.
"You go first!" I said to Phil.
"No! I think you should go first!" Phil said back.
I came up with the idea of jumping off the back of the sofa as far as we could toward our bedroom and not to stop until we were both safe in the bathroom. This, of course, was whispered into Phil's ear so IF there was something under the sofa, it wouldn't hear our plan and be ready for us.
We stood on the sofa cushions, held hands and jumped at the same time. We hit the floor together but Phil didn't quite land right. I lost hold of his hand as he tumbled away from me. Of course being the good person that I am and always wanting to help out my fellow man, I stopped and helped my dear friend get to his feet before the monster could get him... YEAH RIGHT! That totally didn't happen! I didn't even slow down when I saw him fall!
"OH MY GOD PHIL IT'S GOING TO GET YOU!" I screamed as I continued to run away.
Phil appeared in the bathroom limping a bit and looking harassed, "You left me to die!"
"No! It wasn't like that at all! You see, I saved me! There's a difference!" I tried to explain!
He narrowed his eyelids and perched his lips threateningly.
I literally threw myself at his feet and begged much the way he had begged my parents to let us stay while they went into town.
"PLLLEEEEAAASE FORGIVE ME!" I even tried to look like I was crying.
Phil laughed and said, "Get out of my way before I piss on your head!"
"You know, in some countries, that could be considered the beginnings of love talk!" I said as I got up and followed him into the bathroom.
We were standing side-by-side pissing. This time Phil didn't seem to be pee-shy at all.
He suggested, "Try to make your pee go in the same stream with mine."
We were both laughing and missed the bowl a couple times but for the most part, we were able to merge our two streams into one.
Phil finished pissing first but he kept his dick out while I continued to go.
"I've never known anyone that can pee as much as you can." He commented which made me chuckle and made my pee splash the side of the bowl a little.
I was just finishing pissing when I said, "Ah man, I just had the best idea. We should have gone out on the balcony and wrote our names in the snow!"
"Yeah, and have our dicks freeze!" Phil laughed as he watched me shake the last few drops from my dick.
He added, "I'm sure we'll both need to piss again soon."
I shook my dick a few too many times which Phil pointed out by saying, "More than three shakes and you're playing with it."
"Yeah well you didn't shake yours at all."
Since he still had his dick out, he gave it three shakes.
"Happy now?" he asked mockingly.
"Oh yes! I'm happy! Are you happy?"
He grinned amusedly, as he passed the palm of his hand over the end of his dick and then before I knew what he was doing, wiped the same hand across my face.
"OH SICK!" I cried and tried to wipe it off.
He hadn't actually wiped any pee on me, it was just the idea of it.
"You are only smearing it in deeper!" he joked.
"I can't believe you did that!" I complained, still rubbing at my face.
I was about to tuck myself back into my pants and then wash my face when Phil said, "I'm tired of wearing underwear! Since your parents aren't coming back, I'm taking mine off!"
Well off course I had to do that too, however neither one of us put our pants back on. We just stayed completely naked.
As I was washing my face in the sink, Phil came up behind me and pinched my ass.
"HEY!"
"What? I didn't do nut'n!"
With my face covered in soap, Phil moved up closer and began to penis-whip my ass.
I began to giggle but then I accidentally opened my eyes.
"FUCK! SOAP IN MY EYES! SOAP IN MY EYES!"
"Stick your head under the faucet and rinse them out real good."
He held my head under the cold running water for me and used his other hand to splash the water into my eyes. He did all this while standing directly behind me and pressing his cock against my ass. Of course I had been in too much pain to realize what it was he'd been doing.
With red eyes and damp hair, I followed Phil from the bathroom.
"Want to watch another movie?" Phil asked.
In response, I asked, "Actually you know what would be fun?"
"What?"
"Let's build a fort! Then we can watch a movie inside it!"
"Build a fort?" Phil replied mockingly, "Are you sure you are thirteen?"
I kind of took that badly and he saw that he'd hurt my feelings so he walked over to me and teasingly tried to hug me.
"I'm sowwy I hurt your widdle feewings!"
"Get off!" I said and pushed him away as I stormed off toward the suit's common room.
He didn't follow right away and since he didn't, I decided to try to get even with him. I quickly jumped over the sofa and was able to kind of get under it.
"ALL RIGHT! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! We can build a fort! I was only kidding!"
"Come on Levi don't be like that!" he said as he followed me into the room but I was nowhere to be found.
"Levi!" he called out as I watched his bare feet strut across the carpet to mom and dad's room.
"Come out, Come out, wherever you are!" he sang into the dark room before he went in.
From inside my parents room, I heard him call out, "Levi, where are you?"
A moment later he walked back out, paused and then unbelievably began walking exactly where I was hoping he would. As he walked past the back side of the sofa, I reached out and grabbed his ankle while growling like a monster.
Now, earlier in the day, when I had screeched like a girl, Phil had thought it was the funniest thing ever. However, the sound that came out of him was so much funnier. I mean, he screamed like someone was killing him. I am still amazed that no one heard or came to check on us after making such a blood curdling scream.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT LEVI!" He cussed and held his chest with both hands.
I had crawled back out from under the sofa laughing, "HA! Got you back!"
"Oh you've so had it now!" he shouted and the chase was on!
We ran around the sofa twice, into mom and dad's room, across their bed and through the common area, then to our bedroom. He almost caught me in our room but I managed to leap over him and make my escape by rolling across our bed and then back again to the common area. I stopped at one end of the sofa while he was at the other glaring at me like I was a juicy T-bone steak. We were both breathing hard and trying to catch our breath, but I wasn't letting my guard down for a second. He's too sneaky to ever be trusted.
"I was only getting you back!" I cried between gasps for air.
"No! That was more than getting me back!" he heaved, "I nearly had a heart attack!"
"Speaking of hearts! Where is mine?" I asked.
"In the drawer in the table beside the bed!" he stated like it was really in there.
"Oh." I said.
He jumped to his left, so I started to run to my left, except he did a fake-out and came back the other way.
"NOOOO!" I cried as he caught me, and wrapped his arms around me from behind.
He lifted me off my feet and began to turn me upside down.
"Phil, don't, I think I'm going to throw up!"
That didn't deter him at all. He held me with my feet in the air and my face in his crotch. Scared that he might drop me on my head, I wrapped my arms around his ass and held on for dear life.
"Phil, my chin!" I lied.
"You should have thought of that before scaring the shit out of me!"
He turned and started to carry me toward our room; his dick and balls slapping me in the face with each step he took.
"I'm sorry Phil!" I cried out and then tried the usual, "Phil is the greatest guy on the whole planet!"
"Nope, you were bad and now you must be punished!" He said.
"PHIL, STOP! REALLY I'M GOING TO PUKE!"
In the bedroom, Phil finally turned me right side up again but only so he could body slam me on to the bed.
It didn't hurt at all. Actually it was kind of fun because I bounced incredibly high.
When I started to get up, he jumped up on the corner of the bed and announced, "THE GOLDEN BOY IS ON THE TOP ROPE!" followed by, "HE'S GOING FOR THE ULTIMATE HAMMER! THIS LOOKS LIKE THE END FOR THE ALBINO KID!"
He then pretended to jump and I rolled out of his way, well mostly out of his way as his elbow came down on my right hip! Oh man that hurt! But I wasn't about to let it stop me! I jumped to my feet before he could get up. Then I did a flying belly flop onto Phil's back.
"OOOOOH!" Phil cried out as I drove the air from his lungs.
He managed to slither out from under me and spun me around as he tried to put me in a scissor leg lock. However, being small, and the fact that we were both sweaty; I slipped right out and attacked his feet. Like an anaconda, I wrapped myself around both of his legs and began to tickle the bottoms of both feet.
"WWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! NO TICKLING IN WRESTLING! THERE'S NO TICKLING IN WRESTLING!"
No matter how much he rolled around on the bed, he couldn't get me off his legs and I wouldn't stop. This time I was very careful not to let him hurt my face.
After about twenty seconds of tickle torture, he tapped out. "I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! STOP! YOU WIN! LEVI I GIVE UP!"
I let him go and jumped up just in case he decided there would be a round two, but there wasn't. He was well and properly defeated!
"I AM THE GREATEST!" I cheered and made sounds like the crowd was cheering me on.
"David beat Goliath!" I said putting my foot on his naked butt and holding both fists high over my head.
When he stayed face down on the bed, I sat myself down on him, butt to butt.
"DON'T TICKLE!" he warned.
"I'm not!" I laughed, although I had thought of doing it.
He was still breathing hard and every so often he'd wiggle his backside and I'd have to grab his ribs to stay on him.
"Ever give someone a massage?" he asked.
I shook my head `no' and he must have felt it because he lifted his upper body, twisted around without unseating me from atop his sweaty ass and asked with a smirk, "Did you just shake your head `no'?"
I smiled and nodded `yes'.
He laughed, "How am I supposed to see that when you are sitting on my ass?"
Still smiling, I shrugged my shoulders at him.
With a heaving chuckle he lowered his head back to the bed as he said, "Try rubbing all over my back and shoulders."
I did try, but I guess I wasn't doing a very good job because he sounded a little frustrated when he said, "Let me show you," and started to get up even before I had dismounted him.
He raced to the bathroom and came back with a towel which he spread out near the middle of the bed and then instructed me to lie on it.
"Put your face straight down on the bed."
I didn't say anything but twisted my upper body so that I was looking into his eyes and then pointed at my chin.
"Oh yeah," he said with the cutest little grin, "I forgot. Well then," he paused in thought, "you can rest it sideways."
So that's what I did. He then straddled my legs and a tingling shot through my body at the feel of his cock and balls against my ass. Then leaning over, he took hold of my shoulders and began to make me feel incredible. I cannot describe the way it felt other than amazing.
He would say things like, "This is where people keep all their stress." Or, "You are really tight here."
All the while I could feel his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass. I was in heaven! The only way it could have been better was if Phil suddenly became Justin Bieber.
It was very obvious he was well practiced at giving massages and it never occurred to me to question where he had learned such an awesome talent.
Like I said, he started at my shoulders and worked lower and lower and I didn't even complain when he began to massage my backside, that is, until his thumb found my backdoor.
"HEY!" I complained and reared up but he pushed me back down and said, "Sorry! Now just relax."
But I couldn't relax after that. No matter how good it felt, I couldn't keep from clenching my butt cheeks together.
He eventually gave up by saying, "Now you try to do it like that on me."
We switched spots, him on the towel face down, me sitting on his ass again. As we were switching possessions, I saw he had a very hard cock. I had one as well, right up to the point that his thumb tried to sneak in the back.
In just the same way he had done to me, I started at his shoulders but I guess I was squeezing too hard because he complained that I was hurting him. I softened my approach.
"Yeah! That's it! Oh yeah now you got it!" he moaned.
The devil came into me when I got to his backside and decided to get a bit of revenge. Trying to be coy, I worked his butt muscles until my thumbs were right at his crack. Under the guise of the massage, my right thumb entered his crack a bit, then out, then in again only further until I felt the spot.
Now I've seen my share of anal porn online, but what they never show is how difficult it is to enter via the anus. My thumb touched it but Phil didn't as much as stir. I pressed a little and watched for any reaction.
My dick was good and hard again and pointing straight up.
Phil then let out a soft, "Spit on your finger."
I'd seen this done in a couple gay videos online, where this guy would spit on his own cock before shoving it into the guy. I didn't understand the purpose for it until I got to practice it for myself.
I hesitated for all of a second before I removed my hand and spit on my thumb before returning it to his crack. I don't think I was breathing at all as I pressed my thumb against his hole. There was some resistance at first and then all at once my thumb sank in to the first knuckle before his muscles contracted.
I was sitting there motionless with my thumb up Phil's ass because I was too shocked and too scared to do anything else.
He moaned again, "Don't stop."
With that, I exhaled and took a much needed lungful of air. Using my other hand, I pulled his cheeks apart so that I could get my thumb in deeper.
Soon, my thumb was completely buried in him and I said the dumbest thing, "It's warm."
"Now move it in and out, but not all the way out. OH SHIT! Go slow!"
I'd started out vigorous but slowed when he told me too.
This went on for about two or three minutes before Phil suddenly leapt off the bed. My thumb came popping out of him and he ran into the bathroom, slamming the door in the process.
"What happened?" I asked.
He didn't answer.
Climbing off the bed, I crossed to the bathroom door and knocked, "You all right? Did I hurt you?"
"Hang on!" was all he said.
I waited with my ear to the door but couldn't hear a single sound inside except for a small gasp followed by a plop.
"Are you pooping?" I asked.
"I'll be right out!"
"Okay!" I said and realized I was standing there with my thumb held out. It wasn't actually dirty, but in my mind, I really wanted to wash it off.
The door opened and I got a whiff of stink and knew he'd pooped. That's something else you don't see in porno movies or read in sexy stories.
Ignoring the stench I said, "I want to wash."
"Good idea!" he said and allowed me to pass.
Nothing was spoken between us about what had happened or what I'd done to him. It was as though it was okay to do that stuff, but not to talk about it.
As I came out of the bathroom, my hands were still wet because I hadn't dried them completely. Then Phil asked, "How's your chin feeling?"
I touched it with a single finger, "Lots better. Hardly hurts now."
"Tell you what, sit on the side of the bed and let me get a good look at it okay? I want to see if it is swollen."
I didn't think anything of it at the time, but what he was actually doing was getting me back to the bed.
So there I was, sitting stark naked on the side of the bed while Phil was standing before me. He was holding my head back and my chin up so that he didn't have to lean down at all.
"Don't touch it again!" I warned as I reached up to cover my chin.
He slapped my hands away, "Don't worry, I won't."
He was so close, I could feel the heat of his cock radiating against me. Then I felt something soft and warm touch the underside of my chin, kind of near my throat.
Although he was holding my head, I still was able to lower my chin and his cock was right there, sticking out and hard as could be.
"WOAH!" I exclaimed. With it that close to my face, his cock looked enormous.
"Sorry, he has a mind of his own." Phil said.
"He?" I chuckled.
"Well he's not a she!" he laughed too.
I couldn't take my eyes off it as Phil stood there still holding my head but no longer pretending to be examining my chin. Actually he couldn't even see it anymore.
I guess just having me look at it and breathing on it was enough to keep him rock hard.
"You've got a lot of hair!" I commented.
"Yeah."
"I don't have any."
"You will start getting some real soon."
"When did yours start growing hair?"
"I was almost eleven when I found my first hair."
"Almost eleven?!" I exclaimed with surprise and started to think maybe there was something wrong with me since I was already thirteen and completely bald down there.
"Dad told me he got hair when he was about eleven too. But most guys don't until they are almost thirteen or even older than that." Phil told me.
He then asked something that made me uncomfortable, "Do you know how old your dad was when he got hair?"
I gasped in horror at the thought, "What? NO!"
I'd never tell Phil this, but when he asked, I had a sudden image in my head of my father naked. It made me feel both filthy and stimulated at the same time.
"Okay, I was just asking." Phil said defensively.
I started to feel a stirring in my dick and looked down to see that it was becoming hard again I'm honestly surprised it took that long. After all, I'd been sitting there for several minutes with a hard dick in my face and what's more, it belonged to Phil, the guy who'd attempted to freeze two people to death to protect me from them.
"I can't wait until mine gets as big as yours." I confessed.
"Here stand up a minute." Phil said.
He took half a step back so that I had room to stand. His cock was pointing almost straight up, as was mine. He then squatted a little so that he could position his cock directly with mine.
Our balls touched as he pressed himself into me and then said, "Now look at them."
I was already looking down between our bodies with mesmerized rapture.
"What's it like?" I asked.
"Having pubes?" He asked.
"Nooooo I mean having sex with a girl."
"Oh!" he said and at the time, I didn't realize that the reason he hesitated in answering was that he'd actually never been with a female, only guys... uh... men actually. But he did a good job of convincing me otherwise.
"It's real warm and feels amazing! It's even better than stroking it."
"Really?" I asked.
He was still pressed against me.
"Here, let me show you." He said and then stretched out on the bed, facing up, with his cock resting against his abdomen.
"Now lay down on top of me."
I obeyed without question.
"No, face down stupid!"
"Oh."
"Wait! Put your legs on either side of mine. Okay, good. Now put your dick under my balls, like you're sticking it into a girl."
"Like this?" I asked.
"That's it. Good! Now lower yourself down on me and start humping."
"No. Do it slow and don't pull all the way out. Just do it slow and steady."
"There you go! How's that feel?" he asked while softly rubbing my backside as I fucked his legs.
I couldn't speak. It felt amazing and then without warning, "OOOOOOOHHHHHAAAAA!" I gasped as my whole body became stiff, my eyes rolled back into my head and for a time, I soared high above the earth. For only the second time in my life, I had a full blown orgasm.
I've no idea if I actually shot cum when Phil had been blowing me in his basement, but this time I felt my dick pulsate five or six times and it felt different than that first time.
"There you go Levi!" Phil said encouragingly while petting my ass!
"Oh fuck!" I cried out and then collapsed on top of him before completely sliding off to his left.
Flopping onto my back, I attempted to catch my breath as he reached under his balls and brought his hand back out.
"Way to go Levi! You actually shot some! Look!"
He held his hand out to show me a gooey bit on his three fingers. It wasn't much at all and had very little, if any color to it.
"Is that my sperm?" I asked.
"Yep! You are a real man now!" he commented.
I beamed with pride. Wanting more validation that I was normal, I asked, "Is that what cum looks like?"
"Yeah, exactly. Well when you get a little older, it will get kind of white and you will shoot loads more."
"Was yours like that when you first cummeded?" I asked, not knowing I'd used the word wrong.
"Well, I didn't get to see mine the first few times because it was inside someone."
I made a face at the idea of someone having his cum in their mouth. Come to think of it, he didn't actually say it was in someone's mouth. He then did something that both shocked me, and repulsed me... well, at first it did.
He took those same fingers and put them in his mouth.
"EEEEEWWWW!" I exclaimed, "YOU'RE SICK!"
"Not sick! Yummy!" He said after removing his fingers and licking his lips.
"No way!" I said unbelievingly.
He reached between his legs again and brought his three fingers back out and held them near my face.
"Try it."
"NO! GROSS!" I attempted to move away, but not very far.
"I swallow mine all the time! It's actually good for you! Loads of vitamins and protein."
"Y-You eat your own?" I asked.
"Yep!" he said, still holding his fingers out for me.
Reluctantly I leaned forward, opened my mouth and he slipped his three fingers into my mouth. Without being told to do so, I closed my lips around his fingers and sucked my boy juice off them.
Withdrawing his fingers he asked, "Well, how'd you like it?"
I was swirling my tongue around in my mouth before I said, "Didn't really taste like anything."
"Yeah it's kind of mild. But it gets better the older you get."
"Does yours taste like mine?" I asked.
He smiled, "No, I think mine is a little sweeter than yours.
"Sweeter?" I asked.
"Yeah. Not sweet like candy." He giggled, "I mean how cool would that be if I shot candy flavored cum? I wouldn't be able to keep the girls off my dick!"
"Yeah!" I agreed with my own chuckle and then asked, "Do all girls do it?"
"Do what? Suck my dick?" he asked.
"Noooo," I was shaking my head with mild frustration, "I don't mean just you. I mean do all girls suck on guy's dicks?"
"Oh, well... uh... not all of them." He stammered, "Only the ones that really like you."
Boy I was so gullible! I was eating up everything he was feeding me (sorry for the pun) without any clue that he'd never been with a girl in his life... sexually speaking.
Unlike when I came in Phil's basement, I didn't begin to panic afterward but instead, stayed rock hard and wanted more.
"Ever kiss a girl?" he asked.
I shook my head `no'.
"Ever kiss a boy?"
I grinned, "Yeah."
"Who?"
"You!" I chuckled.
He laughed and pretended to punch me in the face. He even did the sound effect for it.
I laughed along with him and confessed, "You are the only person I ever kissed."
"Really?" he asked.
Apparently feeling me out, he stated, "Bet you wish I was Justin Bieber!"
I thought about that for a minute.
"No." I said flatly while shaking my head, "Not really."
"Liar!"
Still shaking my head I said, "Justin is like, the best!" my chin and my voice dropped as I added, "I know he doesn't like guys. I mean," I shrugged my shoulders, "it's okay that he like girls..." my voice faded as I debating saying what I was thinking next.
"What?" he asked.
"I know you like girls too. I-I'm," I had to stop to think how to say what I wanted to say, "but I really like you. I mean you being you."
"Me being me?" he asked with a giggle and then rolled up on his right elbow and gave me a kiss.
I kissed him back as he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us both over so that I was on top of him again.
He stopped kissing me for a moment and pulled away enough that we were looking into each other's eyes. "Don't tell anyone this, but I like you more than I do any girls I know." And then he kissed me again.
As we kissed, our hands explored each other bodies for a while as his words echoed in my head. I don't think I could have been happier than I was right at that moment.
Breaking the kiss for a moment I asked in a very soft whisper, "Can I hump you again?"
He smiled, "You like that?"
I nodded so forcefully, I'm surprised my head didn't pop loose. His hands stroked up my back and back down to my ass once before the wickedest grin ever spread across his face.
Cautious and curious, I asked, "What?"
"I know something you will like even more."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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