Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 09:08:25 -0700 (PDT) From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" Subject: My Best Friend Terry When I was thirteen I was just coming into masturbation and puberty and all that. I had no sexual experience yet with girls but I fantasized about them a lot, and considered myself pretty much the straight dude - that is, I didn't really think about boys that way, I mean I hadn't really thought about it one way or the other, I didn't think I was gay, is what I mean. There were other boys that acted kind of sissy or girly, and sometimes I'd tease them about being gay, but it was just something we did at that age - tease other boys and stuff and make jokes about them being gay, but as far as I knew, none of them were really gay, I mean how was I supposed to know? I didn't know any other boys that actually admitted being gay, so it was all in jest. Anyways, my body was going through changes, and like I noticed that my dick was really a lot bigger now, and I was jacking off a lot when I could, just having discovered how to do it, and mostly I thought about girls, and when I wasn't beating my meat, I was kind of like thinking about sex a lot, like most of the time, but at the same time, I wasn't really trying to get a girl friend or anything, I just fantasized about them. Now before I go on I have to tell you that I'm not, you know, gay. What I am about to tell you all happened a few years ago, and I can assure you that I am a happy straight man. But that having been said let me tell you the story about some gay experimenting. I like to call it that, what can I say, I'm glad it happened - I still think about these experiences, when I jack off from time to time with fondness, although I would never admit it to my girlfriend. So where was I? Ok, I had just turned thirteen, and there was this new kid at school and for some reason we hit it off right away and became like friends. I remember that some of the other kids thought he was a little weird 'cause he used to do this thing before school, where he'd walk like northeast across the campus towards the perimeter of the school, then turn and head southeast, and then turn and head diagonal, you know, northwest, then turn right, and head due east, turn southwest and end up back where he started. Then we'd all watch him, jog the entire perimeter of the school; like this big circle, and the whole time he'd be oblivious of everyone watching him. But every morning before school, he'd do this routine, since the day he first started, which was mid-semester. After awhile, the novelty of watching him do this kind of wore off with the other kids, but for some reason, I would continue to just watch him do this. He didn't seem to mind me watching, and I even started getting to school a little earlier sometimes, just to make sure I didn't miss it. I was trying to figure out, what design he was making. Anyways, one day at lunch, I just came up to him and asked him why he did that every morning. He told me it was a secret and I respected that. I told him I watched him every morning, and I showed him a drawing of the design. His eyebrows rose up as he looked at the drawing but he didn't take any offense, in fact, like I said, we became friends. His name was Terry and as far as I was concerned, he was totally cool. He was very clean and his clothes were always spotless and ironed. His long blond hair was always like perfect. He always wore a bright white or red shirt, which he always tucked in - His face was never dirty. He always wore a bright red or white scarf around his neck, or around his head like a bandana that always looked like brand new which looked good with his hair. His pants were always either blue or white, and perfectly spotless. Dude he was totally cool. He always wore white socks, and a black belt. He wore a dark yellow sweater or jacket, which he would tie around his middle when it wasn't cold. I know how he dressed sounds weird, but, his clothes were expensive and they were always perfect. They were designer clothes and the clothes changed every day just not the colors. And clean - Man, its like dirt would not touch this kid and wrinkles either- he looked like a model or something for clothes. I thought it was way cool. I asked him one time, why he always wore the same colors? Did his parents make him? And he said no, they were the colors he liked. And I thought that was AOK. I liked him. I really did-- like I said, right from the very start. Terry's parents both worked in the afternoons so we'd go to his house after school, and just kick it and it was totally cool. For one thing, Terry's folks had this bitchin' house. I remember the first time he brought me over. They had like this moat in the back yard, which is the way we'd always go to get in the house; like a river that went round his whole house, in a circle. We had to cross this little bridge and then under a waterfall to get into his back yard-- it was totally cool. Also he had bushes shaped like animals and stuff. And there were like life-sized statues all over this huge back yard, of like fairies, and elves and gnomes, and they were all naked, and they all had like their private parts showing which was totally cool. And they were all dancing around this little-boy looking creature with hoofs and pointy ears that was playing a flute. The back yard had walkways cut through the grass this way and that, which made the same design that I figured out. But I think the coolest thing in Terry's back yard was this life sized Cyclops-man; this thing was like about ten feet tall, maybe taller, and it looked so real (he was naked too and had a really big dong I remember that and it made me laugh) and the second coolest thing were the two giant fire breathing dragons you had to pass by to get into the back arch-way leading to the house, in fact I wasn't sure which was cooler the black and red winged, fire-spitting dragons, or the one-eyed Cyclops - I'm still not sure. Inside the house, which was way cool, the things that stood out the most were the clocks. It seemed that someone had a little obsession with clocks going on. They were everywhere. Big grandfather type clocks, little grandfather clocks, mantel clocks all over the place that ticked and chimed, and cuckooed every hour. Man it was far out. I asked Terry who was the one in the family into clocks and he said that it was he and his dad. Man, those clocks really kind of tripped me out, but I got used to them after awhile. Every single clock in the entire house that I saw was in good working order too and always seemed to bet set to nearly the exact time, except for three of them. One of them was in Terry's room, one was in the living room and the other one was in the dining room. When I first noticed them I asked Terry what was wrong with those ones, and he said that there was nothing wrong with them. Anyways, I still remember after these years, and this was like a really weird thing, and I never mentioned it to Terry because, I don't know, it was freaky, but also cool, like a secret, and I didn't want him to know that I knew, you know, like something that seemed like a secret and that was that I noticed that every week that those three clocks were always different. One week the three clocks that weren't working were clocks that were working last week, and the three that weren't working last week would be working this week. But I haven't told you the weirdest part, the times on all three of the clocks were always the same and I still remember after all this time: One clock always read 12:24, another one always read 11:22 and the third one was always stuck at 7:30. Anyways, once I got used to it, it was actually like a really cool thing, in fact, I noticed many secret type things about Terry that to me, just made him seem mysterious, and I thought that was the point of it, and I respected that, and thought it was the totally coolest way for a kid to be. In the living room, the center coffee table was on top of a little glass pyramid, but the cool thing about it, was that on the hard-wood floor under the table was like a painting kind of like 3-D I guess, which made the little pyramid look like it was the top part of a giant pyramid like coming up from underneath the house. Like the whole house was sitting on top of this really giant pyramid, it was way cool. They also had something that looked like an altar, with a large white candle sitting on top of it. Above the altar hanging on the wall was this object that if it wasn't above this altar would probably be mistaken for a shelving unit of some kind, it was a really weird shape looking something like a number sign (#) but not exactly, after I looked at it like about a dozen times I figured out how to draw it, by first making an upside down cross and then just to the right and touching it a right side up cross. The door to Terry's room had the number "9" written on it, which he would never tell me why-- I guess another one of those mysterious secrets. Inside his room, he had double-sets of heavy drapes over the windows, so everything was dark in fact, it was like that through the entire house. But other than that, his room looked pretty much like an ordinary boy's room. Except for the colored lights and the black lights. Those, I have to say, were the coolest. The colored lights were good-- blue, amber, red, and of course white, which he could control by switches, but the black lights were the best. He had nine of them, all over the room-- and when you turned on those puppies, weird city!! He had posters that glowed when you had the black lights on too, and kind of in a strange way-- that is, you'd see additional detail in the posters that wasn't there under regular light, stuff mostly I can't remember, but I do remember one poster was of A Clockwork Orange, and under the black light, you could see an eyeball on this guy's right hand-- it was groovy-- and also on his forehead was a triangle. Weird stuff like that. I thought it was bitchin'. I never realized anyone could be so cool. On the ceiling of his room there was this giant mural painted like over the entire ceiling, which was of two giant white clouds with faces, facing each other and blowing, like with puffy blowing lips at each other. And on the wall behind his bed there was another mural of the planet earth, like how you might see it from space I guess. His bed cover was this really pretty bed-spread, dark blue with gold crescent moons and stars all over it. I remember there was one poster of an Indian on his wall. Another poster was One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest. There was a poster of a brightly colored rooster, and the only other thing I remember besides all the clocks in his room was a banner for The Red Sox. Like I said, and I think you would agree, for a kid who just turned thirteen one month ago and had no friends, Terry was like the coolest friend that could have come along. Anyways, on with the story... So, one day, I'm over at his house, right? After school, and we only knew each other for like maybe two weeks, when this happened, that's all - but we were like friends already, it was like that. So what happens is we both started wrestling with each other on the bed, you know, just playing around - regular boy stuff, and while we were wrestling Terry grabs my crotch, you know, just for a quick second like. He did it like three or I think four more times while we were wrestling around and each time I just pretended I didn't know what he'd done. I just acted like nothing happened, even though I knew what he'd done. It was really obvious, because, it was no light touch. He was actually grabbing my dick and squeezing it like I said just for a quick second each time. The weather was getting lots warmer now so we were both wearing shorts, and the popular kind at that time were these shorts with this real thin material, so each time he grabbed my dick, you know, I could really feel it. And its weird, 'cause in the back of my head I'm kind of thinking to myself, in thoughts that are like coming out in really quick spurts, 'Terry's grabbing my dick - on purpose, this is weird.'' but, and this is weird too, I think if it had been anyone else but Terry who was doing this to me, I probably would have reacted by saying, 'Hey - What the fuck are you doing?' I mean maybe I'd let the first grab or two go by and not say anything, but certainly by the third or fourth grab, I would definitely be reacting that way, but Terry didn't seem gay to me, I mean, he didn't act girly in any way. I totally didn't think of him as being gay, and it was like I knew he wasn't gay although that sounds crazy 'cause I only knew him like two weeks, but, even if another boy who didn't act gay and I didn't think they were gay, started grabbing my dick and stuff while we were wrestling I'm pretty sure I would react sternly to let them know that I wasn't gay - But, with Terry I didn't know how to react, I mean, this had never happened to me before and so I just kept letting him do it, and I really didn't mind because I knew he wasn't gay. Like I said, it was weird. And what happens next, I didn't really expect, but the material was thin, and I was getting a boner, and Terry could see it and I was thinking, 'Is he going to grab it again? And just thinking those thoughts made it get even harder. So, he grabs it a couple more times and this time, he grabs it for longer than just a second-- maybe like a few seconds, and he now squeezes it harder, and damn it felt really good, and now, I couldn't help it, my dick was fully hard and I had a nice obvious tent in my shorts, and still, this whole time, I keep acting like nothing's happening, but now I'm feeling suddenly really excited like I want to go jack off somewhere. Now, at this point, Terry ends up straddling me with me on my back, holding my arms up over my head, kind of kneeling on my thighs. I think I just kind of let him pin me 'cause I didn't want to wrestle no more so I could quickly run off to the john or somewhere, 'cause I had an urge to beat off, stronger than I think I ever felt before. So, he's got me pinned. He's kneeling on my legs but not so that it hurts, and he's holding both my hands up over my head because I had been trying to cover my groin area because my boner was huge but every time I tried to cover it up, he'd grab my hands again and pull them away. Now Terry says to me, "Dereck's got a boner - Dereck's got a boner!" And now I'm getting mad, but not really- like play-mad 'cause I was embarrassed - you know I was very modest at that age. So I say, "Let me up." and now I feel my boner start to go down a bit and I relaxed somewhat. And Terry says to me, "Let me see it, and I'll let you up." And he let go of my hands. And I say, "No way man," and try to cover my groin again but he won't let me. I really wanted to cover it up again because the moment Terry said to me 'let me see it' like instantly my dick got totally hard again, like so quick it was amazing. And then Terry says, "I'll let you see mine - See, I've got a boner too," and he did. He just popped it out of his shorts real quick, 'cause he had like a stretch-elastic waistband. He only showed it for a second, but he wasn't lying, he was stiff as a rod. Now, he lets go of me, and I kind of sit up, and then I'm like, "Ok," and I get on my knees and start undoing my snap and zip down, and I'm about to pull down when I suddenly stop and say, "You too dick wad, I'm not doing this by myself." And just like that he pulled his shorts down, and kept them down around his knees. His boner was sticking straight up. I followed his lead, and pulled my shorts and underwear down. And there we were, looking at each other's boners, me feeling a great need to jack off. It was really weird because I was really modest, and it was hard to believe that I was exposing myself like this to another boy. I was looking at Terry's dick and it was a little smaller than mine, but you could tell he was going through the changes too, because it wasn't a little boy dick he had that was for sure. My own dick was about 5 & 1/2" and Terry's looked about a half-inch smaller was all. Suddenly Terry says, "You want to jack off together?" And I responded without thinking I guess, because Terry said the magic words 'jack-off' and that's what I wanted - needed to do desperately. So without hesitation I say, "Yes. Yes, let's jack off together." So Terry takes all of his clothes completely off and I do the same, and then were like both facing each other, kneeling on the bed, each of us totally in the buff, boners sticking out pointing towards one another like we were about to joust. And for several moments we just stare at each other neither one of us doing anything. I did take notice of the fact that Terry had this really gnarly like sun-bather's tan line, I mean he was pretty tan all over but totally white around his mid-section, and it made me think that he wore Speedos or something when he went swimming or to the beach which surprised me a little bit but then again how would I know, I never had gone swimming with him . And finally, I couldn't wait any longer, I needed to jack off badly, and there was no sense letting modesty stop me now, it'd be stupid right? At this point, I wrap my hand around my dick, and start, you know, slowly pumping it, when Terry says, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant." And I say, "What? What did you mean?" And Terry says, "Put out your hand." So I stuck out my hand, my left hand, and he says, "the other hand." You know the one I was stroking myself with, so I stick that one out instead, and he guides my hand to his cock, but before I could protest, I feel his other hand grab my boner, and he starts stroking it and oh my God, I had no idea how good that would feel. I didn't know it felt so much better when someone else did it even if it was a boy. I mean it felt incredible when I did it to myself but like unbelievably better with Terry doing it on my dick. He wraps my hand around his own dick and I squeeze it, and start stroking it, and he's like, "Oh yea, just like that." Now, what really amazes me is, here I am masturbating another boy, and I never had time to think about it - it just happened, I could've said no but I didn't. After a few moments we both laid down on the bed side by side, jacking each other, and I told Terry to go faster, and he did, and I said, "faster, faster." And so he got on top of me (he told me to let go of his dick), you know, straddling me like before, and he starts jacking me full speed - Man, I couldn't believe how awesome that felt. My eyeballs rolled up into the back of my head, and I said, "Don't stop. Don't Stop." and I jizzed all over Terry's hand. Then, Terry takes his slimed up hand, and using my cum as lube starts jacking himself something fierce. A few moments and he's moaning Ah oh Ah, and shoots his jism all over my balls and dick, which I thought was gross but I wasn't about to say anything now. After we both recaptured our breaths, Terry went and got a towel, mostly for me I guess, and we cleaned up and got dressed. After that, we started jacking off together like every day after that first time. And like, except for that first time, it didn't seem like a gay thing, like I totally thought of Terry as straight and he thought of me that way. We were just jacking each other off because it was fun. And that was all we did sexually together for like two weeks - we did it like almost every day that we could. This is what happened about two weeks later, after Terry and I have gotten pretty used to jacking each other off. I'm over at his house after school, and we're both on the bed naked, and Terry pulls out this porno from under the bed. It's straight porno of course. He also pulls out the hand lotion that we were now using since we figured out that works better and he starts showing me the magazine as we lube ourselves up with the hand lotion. And it was pretty hot. I had never seen hard-core porno before and the pictures were getting me really hot. Terry then starts reading some parts of the stories to me. He tells me to close my eyes while he reads to me and Terry reading these stories to me was getting me even hotter - Terry had this way of just sounding really sexy when he talked dirty, like now while reading these stories. He was reading one about a man describing how excellent it felt when this chick started blowing him. He said it felt heavenly. Terry says, "Fuck dude, I wonder what it feels like?" "Sounds hot," I said. "Can you imagine what it would feel like to have some hot chick sucking on your rod?" "Heavenly," I said. Then Terry read part of this other story where this dude and chick are in a sixty-nine position, and while this chick is sucking his dick she sticks a finger in his asshole and starts finger fucking him up the asshole while she sucks, and the guy said it was indescribable ecstasy. Terry showed the photograph of a sixty-nine - that's what they called it and he says, "Want to try it?" "What a sixty-nine?" I asked. "Yea, but we'll jack each other that way - It'll be easier." I say, "Ok." He then told me to lay on my back sideways across the bed. He then got to where he was kind of on top of me. He was on his knees behind my head, and then kind of resting on his elbows down by my cock. Terry starts jacking me off, and I reach up and grab his cock; which is like dangling right above my face. I was feeling really, really hot, probably 'cause of the magazine and all the dirty talk, and I started saying to Terry, "Go faster," but he wouldn't, he just kept pumping me slow and even and after a few minutes of that, I was going crazy. Terry kept lowering his dick like every so often and it would come to rest right on my face, and then he would say like 'Oh' I didn't realize' but I never said anything. I was just hoping he wouldn't come while I was jacking him this way or it would be spilling all over my face. All of a sudden I feel this slick slippery feeling on my cock and at first I thought Terry had greased it up with the hand lotion, but soon it was feeling more pleasure than ever before and I knew it wasn't hand lotion. I tried to look and see what he was doing to my dick but I was sort of trapped in the position I was in. God, it felt good what he was doing! What was he doing? "Terry," I said, "Mother fucker that feels good. What are you doing?" A moment later I hear him say, "What do you think I'm doing?" And then the feeling again, and I was in bliss. At the same time, Terry drops his cock back to where it's stabbing my face again, but this time, he doesn't pull up. Well, I stopped playing dumb - I knew damn well what he was doing - he was sucking my dick, and I looked at Terry's cock and without even thinking about it, I put his erection between my lips and started sucking on my friend's dick. There was a fire burning out of control inside me, and flames all around me. But this fire felt good, unimaginably good. My mind seemed to let go at this point and I was incapable of rational thought. I felt like I was in a river of rapid water, like the white-water rapids, carrying me, speeding me towards an unknown destination, but I could care less. I sucked and licked and slurped on my friend's dick, while he did the same to me, and I could hardly believe how pleasurable this all was. While Terry was sucking me ravenously, he grabbed my ankles which were hanging considerably off the side of the bed since we were both lying horizontally across it, and he pulled my legs up, so that my feet were flat on the bed and my knees were high up. He put both of his hands on my ass-cheeks, and started playing with my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and pushing them back together again. At this point, I really, really started getting into dick sucking, and was slobbering all over myself. I had been holding onto Terry's cock with my hand while sucking on it, and suddenly, I don't know why exactly, I just let go, it seemed Terry was kind of trying to hump my mouth, and me holding on to it was just impeding his natural motion. Terry starts to realize that he's now in control of his dick in my mouth, and pushes and pulls it in and out. At the same time, he's got my ass cheeks spread wide, and his fingers are playing around my hole, kind of teasing it. Each time he lightly touched my hole, I felt a shiver of pure pleasure go through my whole body, it was incredible, my hole never felt like that when I touched it, to wipe myself or something - I was dumbfounded, I'd never thought my asshole could be a source of pleasure before. Anyways, he's now starting to touch it like in a circular motion, real gentle with his fingers, and I'm going nuts, making all kinds of moaning noises while Terry's humping my mouth a little harder. My own hips are starting a motion all their own as my dick feels the amazing sensations caused by my friends lips and tongue. Meanwhile, Terry stops sucking my cock, and I feel him start to jack its slowly with his hand again, with some lotion, squeezing it hard. I'm like thinking, "Oh crap, he's not about to come is he?" 'Cause if he was I was about to get a mouthful of his cum, and there'd be nothing I could really do about it because Terry was literally fucking my mouth and I was kind of stuck with it there for the moment, I was breathing heavily through my nose as it was, and I didn't even have the ability to ask him if he was getting ready to cum since I had a mouthful of hard dick, but to tell you the truth, although I would never in a million years have guessed I'd be in a situation like this, and I would ponder heavily how it all happened later, at this present moment to be whole fully honest, I couldn't have cared less. I was even resigned to take a mouthful of warm semen, if that's what was about to happen, without protest. I really didn't think things could get more pleasurable. I really didn't think my body was capable of producing the amount of pleasure I was already feeling - I was drunk with it, but what I felt next is practically indescribable. Terry started licking the flesh just under my ball sack with his hot tongue, and all I can say is if it wasn't for the fact that he had stopped jacking me, I would of like have cum in one instant. His tongue pressed slowly and firmly against my skin, was sliming its way along like a warm slug, getting closer and closer to my butt hole. And, Oh my God, this is hard to explain, but my hole wanted his tongue, it was calling out for it. I didn't think he would do it - because, you know, that's just disgusting, but I prayed he would, but I knew he wouldn't, and even though I was no longer rational I was still capable of logical thought - but it was kind of like instinct or intuition. Being that both of my hands were free, I reached out and grabbed Terry's legs, stopping suddenly to moan loudly as Terry lapped at my soft tissue like a kitten except no rough tongue. I grabbed Terry's legs and pulled them up like he did me, back on his knees, and once I got him on his knees again, I popped his dick out of my mouth, and started licking the same area that Terry was doing on me. Terry let out a moan, very loudly, and I knew it felt good for him too. At the same time, I spread his cheeks and started lightly touching his hole with my index finger. I thought Terry was going to leap right off me - I must have surprised him. Man, every time I lightly touched his hole, his whole body would quiver and I knew he liked it a lot because he moved his position a little bit, to give me better access. Meantime, Terry was still licking around the same area but an inch away from my asshole now. Apparently we were playing some sort of a game like dare or something, Terry had been the leader up to this point, and I figured the game went kind of like this: Terry does something, and if I like it and he's hesitant to go further and I want him to go further, I get the dare to let him know by doing to him the same thing, and so far it was working. Since I started licking by Terry's balls and playing with his hole with my finger, Terry responded by licking closer and closer to my pucker which wanted his tongue so badly now, I could hardly contain the wish within the material universe, as though the wish threatened to fly out of me right into the spirit world to cause a thousand boys to lick the assholes of another thousand boys, in compensation for a wish of such high energy being unfulfilled. I mean, I never felt such burning desire. I was actually mentally willing Terry to lick it - to lick my fucking hole, as though by will alone with sufficient desire, I could supernaturally grab his mind and make him do it! But, he wouldn't do it. He just kept licking now around the perimeter, and at the same time touching it with his finger. I felt like if he kept doing this without advancing further I might just go mad, and they would have to lock me up for being totally without reason of senses, not to mention, that I might just take to unexplainable fits of hysterical crying to think his tongue was so close but never arrived at the most desired spot, and woe would be me for when would I ever have such an opportunity again? And although a thousand boys would lick the holes of another thousand as a direct result of my unfulfilled wish with too much energy to remain trapped within the physical body, but alas, such compensation would surely cause me even more depression and fits of crying to find any evidence of its fruition. I myself was now licking as closely to Terry's hole as he was licking likewise, and here we two seemed to be stuck, neither one of us advancing any closer, both of us driving the other insensibly closer and closer to utter pleasurable madness. I knew my tongue was causing the same condition in Terry. I could feel his quivering and hear his moans; moans that sounded like those of a small child in desperate need of more milk. It had this sound with a kind of desperation in it, almost like a moaning-whimpering-crying, and I wondered if my own moans sounded as pathetic. We continued this way for several more minutes. I knew that Terry was not going to lick my hole. If he was going to do it he would have done it already. I tried to mentally will my asshole to move closer to his tongue but alas all I could do was squirm a little as though I had an itch I couldn't scratch. But like I said I knew he wasn't going to do it, and I knew why, because there was a barrier here. You just don't lick people's assholes, it isn't proper. Everyone knows that - even little kids know that. So, I took a real close look at my friend's pucker, something else I'd never done before. It seemed the day was full of firsts, and the day was barely half over. It seemed that Terry was no longer the leader in our little game of unspoken rules. I realized the only way I was going to be able to get Terry to do what I really wanted him to do, that he wasn't sure he wanted to do, was the same way that Terry had gotten me to suck cock and lick balls; something that I certainly wasn't sure I wanted to do. I looked closely at Terry's asshole, and it didn't really look all that disgusting to me for some reason, as far as assholes go, his was kind of pretty actually. All the flesh around it was really, really smooth, and his pucker was pinkish and looked clean. I spread his hole open a wee bit to see inside, and it looked clean there too. Well, I knew what I had to do - it was a dare after all - DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU. I had to take the lead in this little game or else have a doctor remove my asshole for, I was feeling that if Terry refused to lick it, I would have it removed for I wouldn't be able to stand the very sight of it, for it would remind me of this terrible failure. I couldn't believe I was about to do this. I felt as though I was on the threshold of doing something that was a little scary just like that exact moment when you are about to jump off the high dive for the first time. Without another thought, I stuck out my tongue and pressed it firmly against Terry's butt hole, and then started licking like in a small circle like what I was doing with my finger but now with my tongue. I thought now anything was possible. If you would have told me yesterday you'd pay me a thousand dollars to lick your asshole, I would have told you to take your thousand dollars and stick it up your asshole, even if you put the cash in my lap. But look now, ma, look at me I'm licking an asshole, and not a girl's asshole but another boy's asshole. Oh, if they could only see me now. I thought Terry was going into convulsions, as though, there was a little secret about licking assholes they never told me 'cause they never thought I'd be licking one at my age, and that is that if you lick someone's asshole it instantly kills them, the pleasure too intense for any mere mortal to withstand, all of the capillaries in the brain suddenly exploding all at once in one giant massive embolism that instantly sends them into a lethal seizure. But in spite of all of his squirming and wiggling his hiney about like a worm on the end of a fishing line, I managed to keep my tongue firmly against his hole, and do a little wiggling of it myself, which seemed like the thing to do while your licking assholes although I wasn't exactly sure what the rule of etiquette was on that. All the while I'm doing this Terry stopped licking me, and is just enjoyed the sensations I apparently brought about for him which seemed quite intense. After several moments, all at once I stopped licking, just to let him know that I had no intention of being the only ass-licker here of the two of us this afternoon. That if he wished me to continue he knew what he needed to do, and all I could do was say a silent prayer that Terry's barrier would come tumbling down like The Berlin Wall. And then it happened. Oh-Mary-Mother-Of-Jesus-Joseph-Husband-Of-Mary!!! Terry pressed his wet tongue firmly against my hole and rubbing it circularly all on the hole and I was the one now having involuntary like spasms of pure ecstasy. It seemed to me that I just discovered that the asshole apparently has a secret design other than what I had always thought it was for, that was so sublime that I might just as well have lived my entire life being completely ignorant to this fact. It would seem that in addition to its obvious elimination function, it also had the purpose designed, or so it intentionally seemed to be licked and lapped at by tongues like dogs lap at water from a bowl. That this one particular dime-sized member of my anatomy when touched by a tongue, as Terry was now doing, demonstrated its remarkable ability to respond to such licking by sending more pleasure signals to my brain than any other spot on my body by many exponential factors. There was no doubt that whatever little part of my juvenile mind I had been clinging to, broke free. My mind was blown, as surely as a fifteen amp fuse goes with a very loud pop and lots of smoke that might as well have come out of my ears to dance lazily around my brain that once was. Oh God, please don't stop - I thought to myself and immediately started licking away at terry's hole with the same enthusiasm I would have, I supposed, if I'd figured out a way to lick my own hole, having discovered the little secret about the asshole and keeping it very stingily just to myself, to lick away at obsessively, on rainy days, or any chance I could get to do so in top secret. I wondered to myself if now I will be forever obsessed. Too young I thought for a lad to become obsessed with assholes. Oh I could imagine my dad saying to me, 'I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later son, but at your age you shouldn't be obsessed with assholes- you should be more positive.' I could just see myself being compelled by insane and desperate impulses to have my hole licked, at times when Terry wasn't around, and out of addiction to the pleasure as surely as a crack-head for cocaine - Yes, I could see myself asking another boy at school in the john a secret question but instead of it being, 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,' it would be 'I'll lick your asshole if you'll lick mine.' Oh the pleasure. I hadn't imagined that the well of pleasurable sensations of sexual inebriation could go any deeper and yet that is exactly what happened next. What Terry did next, he must have done by sudden compulsion because it caught me totally by surprise. This was something I definitely hadn't expected at all. I was, in that instant, when he did what he did, both stunned and also rapturously pleased. What Terry did is he stuck his tongue inside my hole. It felt so good, that without thinking (I was really beyond that now) I immediately responded in kind, sticking my tongue right up his little hole. It was as though I didn't do it, but really it was Terry sticking his own tongue into his own asshole, but using my brain to do it. The first thing I noticed was his hole was tight and hot, but it didn't really taste bad, I guess another little secret - assholes don't always taste bad - who would have figured? Hey - maybe paradise is inside your asshole!! That certainly would have been the last place I would have thought to look! It certainly seemed to me at the moment, not such a ridiculous idea - this DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU'D HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU thing could sure take you places and give you experiences definitely beyond my imagination. A couple minutes later we were both basically tongue fucking one another and just having a gay old time doing it. I didn't want this to end - that's how much fun I was having. You'd think - well, I guess here's another secret - that getting together with a friend and doing a little mutual tongue fucking is just about the most fun thing in the world to do - better than Disneyland, and just think of all the money you'd save. We both did that for a few minutes and my tongue was getting tired, and apparently so was Terry's. We both stopped licking, and took a bit of a break to rest for a few moments, although that was kind of hard for me since Terry awhile ago had shifted his position so he was more or less squatting over my face as though he were going to use my face for a seat cushion. It was obvious he was trying to allow me maximum penetration. So I pushed him over, and Terry and I got into a kind of side-by-side sixty-nine position. I was just lying there with my eyes closed resting, and wondering what we were going to try next, when I felt Terry's greased up finger touch my hole, and then start to press through. At first I wasn't sure if I liked that feeling and I started to say, "What are you - " "Just relax," Terry said to me, and he swatted my buns; slapped them playfully with his palm several times like he was play-spanking me. "Relax, relax, relax," he repeated and as I did I felt Terry's finger slide all the way in my hole. I was going to protest because I still wasn't sure I liked this feeling, but just before I did, he touched something that was like inside of me because oh it felt so good. It was just for a split second, almost like it didn't happen. Right when I was about to say something, just as he had his finger all the way up into me, I felt it, and my unspoken words just fell apart in my brain as flashes of red-gold pleasure shot like lightning bolts through my senses. Terry slowly pulled his finger back out, and then pushed it all the way in again kind of quick and once again when it got way up inside, it felt like he touched something and there was that pleasure again - just for a second and then it was gone again, but it made my dick throb and I felt like I was going to have an instant orgasm, without rubbing it or nothing. 'Faster," I pleaded. "Do me too," Terry said and threw the hand lotion at me almost hitting me in the head. I was going to grease up my index finger, but thought better of it, and greased up my middle finger instead, I figured it would get deeper penetration and I had a sense that that's where that thing is that feels so good, besides that, it just seemed fitting to use the fuck finger if your going to finger fuck someone. I pressed my lubed up middle finger against Terry's hole and started pressing in - I was surprised by how hard I had to press, harder than I expected. Terry's hole was pretty tight. I forced my finger in a little, and I could feel Terry's ass muscles literally squeezing my finger like an infant will squeeze your finger when they grab it with a lot more strength than you'd expect. I pulled my finger back out and slapped Terry on the ass a few times like he did me, telling him to relax his damn hole. I pushed in again and this time I could tell he was a lot more relaxed and it slid in much easier. I pushed my finger all the way up his hole as far as I could, and as soon as I got it all the way up there I heard Terry let out a little whimper. It was weird having my finger up someone's asshole - I'd never even had my finger up my own hole let alone someone else's. A finger was in my hole, right at the moment, it just wasn't my finger. I had this thought flash through my mind; what if my mom asks me what I did today with my new friend Terry? Will it show on my face? Will she know? You know like mother's intuition? Oh well, too late now to worry about that. I could just hear myself saying, 'Today mom I discovered the secret inner pleasures of the asshole, and how come they haven't taught us this in school?' Or were they going to get round to it later? I pulled my finger slowly out - wow the suction was amazing, I never had any idea the asshole was so strong. I then pushed in quickly again trying to replicate Terry's motions. I was trying to see if I could feel whatever it was deep inside there, and make Terry feel it too; something I didn't even know was there before, that felt even better than rubbing my dick itself. Way better - like, ten times better. When I pushed it all the way up, quickly, Terry let out another squeal, a little louder. I noticed at the same moment, his dick, which had been softening a bit, instantly got fully hard again in like one magical jolt. "Did you feel it?" I asked. "Yea I felt it! Keep doing it." "Is it something deep inside?" I asked "Yup," Terry said, and then he touched it in me again, and I squealed softly. I suddenly remembered a line from a Sid & Marty Croft show I used to watch when I was younger that went, "...There was something deep inside the hat what could that something be?" All they needed was to replace hat with asshole - "There was something deep inside the asshole what could that something be." Well, I guess I was finding out. "Faster," I cried. We both started finger fucking each other in staccato rhythm. If you think that ass licking is great-- wait till you try finger- fucking - but don't try this at home folks by yourself-- not unless you're an expert. I was having loads of fun, but Terry took it to a new level. "Put two inside of me," he said. I had to work it a bit, but I managed to stick a second finger in there, while Terry shifted and squirmed a little bit. He was a little looser now, and his hole made room for my second finger easier than I thought. After a minute, he actually seemed to be enjoying it much more. Terry started to work a second finger into my hole, and it kind of hurt just a little bit at first, and I started to say, "I don't know-" "Trust me-- It may be a little uncomfortable at start, but its going to make you feel so much more." I let him wiggle it in, with no more protest, but soon it seemed my asshole wouldn't stretch that wide, so I was about to say something but the words stopped dead in the air, for it was at that moment that Terry got both fingers all the way up into me and with a sharp little push, I felt him touch it again, but a lot better. " "Oh" I whimpered. Terry, now seeing I was used to it, started pumping me hard with his fingers making the feeling come on, every second. I did the same to Terry, and for a minute or so, we were both lost in what felt to me like an immanent orgasm, but not from the dick. Can your asshole have an orgasm of its own? I wondered to myself, will I shoot cum right out of my hole? I didn't know but that's what it felt like. What was it in there?? A magic bean?? This was definitely not my imagination, there was something in there, I could feel it inside of Terry, kind of hard, way in the back. Terry and I both are moaning, "faster, faster..." and really working each other now, for what I was sure would be, like I said, an immanent orgasm, but it never came. After a couple of minutes of frenzied finger fucking, we both started to tire. We both stopped to take a bit of a rest. "Damn, " I said out of breath, "It felt like I was gonna-" "Cum?" asked Terry. "Yea, but not from my dick." "I know," Terry said. "Seemed like, -I was almost there." "I know, you can't make it come by finger fucking it-- you can do it all day long and you'll think your right on the edge, but you'll never come." "So you can make it come?" I asked astonished, thinking maybe it was just an illusion. "Oh yea, I can make it come." "You mean, you know how. Can you do it to me?" "Yes, but you're going to have to trust me, ok?" I was so excited, I had no way even to imagine what it would be like, but the feeling hinted at something much more powerful than any orgasm I had yet felt from my dick. Terry rolled me over onto my back. I just closed my eyes in anticipation of whatever it was he was going to do. I felt him lift my legs up and rest them on his shoulders, but I guess that was impeding his movements 'cause then he said, "Grab your ankles with both hands and hold your legs up as high as you can." "Thanks for doing this," I said, "You know showing me." "No problem," he said. I then felt him grease my hole up real good some more with the hand lotion, and I felt him stick two fingers in again at once, and push them all the way up. Then he wiggled his fingers around while they were deep inside of me, and oh my God!!! "Feels good don't it?" Terry said. I was almost speechless. "Yes, " I managed to gasp out. "This is nothing wait till I make it cum." I could hardly wait. I felt Terry's finger's retreat. My eyes were still closed, as I held on to my ankles. "Higher, " said Terry, and pushed my legs up a bit higher and I held them there. I then heard Terry shift around a bit. I felt him grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart wide. And then I felt pressure on my hole again. "Listen Dereck, this may feel really uncomfortable at the start, but trust me, just grin and bear it, and it'll be well worth it-- Ok?" "Yes, yes, ok," I said. I felt that pressure at my hole increase into a dull kind of a pain. "Alright?" Terry asked. "Yup," I felt the pressure increase more, and more, and it got more and more uncomfortable, but I stayed with it. Suddenly the dull pain became a sharp pain, as I felt something large break through my hole. "Aahhhhh" I cried. "Just bear it Dereck, its really not that bad." Terry said. I felt that large something whatever it was push in a little farther, and the pain increased. "Damn- it hurts Terry! What are you doing?" I asked as I opened up my eyes, and lifted my head up to see what the hell he was doing. And that's when I saw what Terry was trying to do. He was trying to stick his dick into me! "You're trying to fuck me?" I asked. Just at that moment Terry pushed his cock into me just a little farther and I winced as a sharp pain shot out through my whole body. "Jesus Christ Terry! Your cock's too big to fit into my asshole-- What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?" "Trust me Dereck, it will fit, and the pain goes away quickly, trust me-- and I'll make it cum." I was panting hard. This one would be hard to explain to mom. I could just hear her saying to me, "So, I heard you and your new friend Terry have had a little falling out? What about honey?' And I'd say, 'Oh, nothing serious I guess, its just that he stuck his cock in my ass and when I asked him to pull it out, he wouldn't.' and then she'd say, "Well, honey, I'm sure he had a perfectly good reason-- You know you're never going to be able to keep a friend if you don't learn to be a little more forgiving." "I'll hold it here, till you get used to it." Terry said. "No, pull it out, please, pull it out, it hurts." I said. "Just wait, ok, just a few seconds." I waited and the pain finally subsided. "Still hurts?" "No, " which was true, but, I felt full, like I had a giant crap I had to take. "Ok, now relax, ok?? Relax. Push out like you going to the bathroom." I pushed out, and I felt Terry push in some more. "Shit, Terry, Stop-- Pull it out God-Damn it!" Terry pulled out of me, and after a moment or so the pain went away. "I'll let you rest a minute. Trust me Dereck-- if you want to feel what its like for it to orgasm, this is the only way." "Wait-- " I said, "I don't know, I think your dick's too big, really, I'm serious Terry. Every time you push in a little, it starts to hurt again." Terry smiled at me, "Your such a chicken-- I told you to trust me. Terry then lubed up my dick, and masturbated me back to full hardness again. "Are you mad at me?" "No," I said. "After jacking it for a minute, he got on top of me, kind of squatting over me, while facing me. I watched in utter amazement as my friend Terry sat on my fully erect dick, and slide all 5 & 1/2 inches slowly, but steadily all the way up into him. I could see this intense look on his face like he was hurting a bit. My cock was a little bigger than his, and I didn't want to be hurting him. "Dude, are you ok?" I asked. "Its really not so bad as you think Dereck, it really isn't, and it doesn't last long. I think, if you just take it all at once like this. But stopping and going and stopping, makes the pain last longer. See, its already fading," Terry said. "How does your dick feel in my ass?" "Awesome." And it was true- his ass muscles were squeezing so damn hard on my dick it was amazing. I felt it as Terry started to slowly fuck himself now. "Ohh yeaaa, " Terry started to moan. "Yeaaaaa," After a few moments I could tell Terry wasn't faking it, he really was enjoying this. Terry leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Open your mouth," and when I did, he pressed his open mouth to my own, and I had my first French kiss. We held onto the kiss, as Terry rocked up and down on my cock, and my pelvis would rise to meet his thrusts. It was a real gentle fuck, Terry mostly in full control. I could see by his face, his eyes, and the sounds of his moans that he was genuinely experiencing more pleasure than I thought possible. "You can come if you want," Terry said, "Or, you could save it, and let me fuck you - But if you don't want to-- that's cool, just tell me if you want to come-- its ok." It was true, I wanted to come, but at the same time, I was feeling kind of envious of what Terry was feeling-- I thought to myself, that I might just let him-- you know-- fuck me." "What about you, do you want to cum?" I asked. Terry pointed down to his dick, "Already have been, take a look." I looked down at Terry's dick, and although it wasn't fully hard, I saw an amazing thing. There was a constant little tiny stream of cum, just dribbling out of his dick. We continued to fuck for about another five minutes, and the whole time I watched that stream of cum, coming out of his dick, and landing on my abdomen, in a nice little pool that had collected there. So, it was true. You could come cum without even touching yourself, and it didn't appear to stop after a few seconds either. I was at the threshold of saying, "do it," but I was still afraid of the pain. And, almost as if Terry had heard my thoughts by ESP or something he said at that very moment, "but-- if you did want me to fuck you, it would be best to let me do it now, because it won't hurt." "What?" I asked. "You're already dilated, it hurts when you first penetrate-- you've already been penetrated, so it won't hurt at all if I fuck you now." "You're not lying are you?" "Dereck. You're going to have to trust me. " "Ok, " I said, "I trust you. I want you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" "Yea, I'm sure." Terry pulled my dick out of his ass. He leaned down and kissed me again. "You won't regret this-- I promise." He then sat up and said, "Ok, there's two ways we can do this-- You can sit on it, like I just did, where your in total control-- that might be the way for you-- only thing is like I said, You need to resist the urge once you get it in, to stop or pull it out, just slide it all the way in-- the sooner it touches you there-- the sooner you'll feel the pleasure. Its best to start the fucking motion, as soon as you can, 'cause that's what gets it to orgasm. Or, you can totally trust me, and let me do it." I thought about it, "I want you to do it." "Your sure?" "Yea, I trust you." I said, "You said it won't hurt and I believe you." "Ok, "he said, "Lift your legs up again like before." He lubed his cock and got it fully hard, and I closed my eyes, and held on to my ankles. I felt his dick-head press against my hole again, but this time it didn't hurt-- it felt kind of good. "Now remember, push while I push, ok, like you're taking a crap." I nodded. I felt him pushing in, so I pushed real hard like I had to go to the bathroom. "You're gonna feel full, but its not going to hurt, you'll get used to it." I nodded again, and I kept pushing like I was going to the bathroom and I felt Terry's cock enter me. I felt it slide in deeper, slowly, but surely, and he was right, so far it didn't hurt, although I did feel bloated. "Keep pushing," Terry said. I felt all five inches go up into me, and then Terry got on top of me, to push in just a little farther as he kissed me on the mouth, and when he pushed just that little bit farther-- I felt it-- more intense by far than with the fingers. "Oooohhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. "Yea baby, told ya," Terry said as he kissed me again. He then broke the kiss, and like he was doing push ups, he started slowly fucking me. "Ahhhh, yea, oh fuck me, yes." I moaned. "Feels good don't it?" "Yea, fuck me harder." I said hardly believing my own ears. Terry obliged, and soon he was fucking me hard and fast and I loved it. Cum was dribbling out of my softening dick, and each drop, was more pleasurable than any normal ejaculation-- I could feel each little drop as it traveled from deep within my ass, all the way to my dick, and out. And each thrust would produce more magical cum from deep within me. I could be fucked like this for an hour-- I felt no need to masturbate at all. "Ahhhh, I'm gonna cum..." Terry said, and pulled his cock out of my ass slowly. He jacked himself over my chest, and I don't know why I did this, but I told him, "Don't cum yet. Do it over my face." "Yea!!" he responded, "Hot!!" He jacked his dick over my face, and I opened wide. I had started furiously jacking myself at the same time. Another few seconds, and Terry shot several squirts right into my mouth. It was hot and salty. I held it in my mouth, until I reached my own orgasm, and at that sweet moment, I swallowed his cum. ... After that, every day after school, Terry and I sucked and fucked and ass-licked each other, and had the best time of our lives. We did that for about six weeks, and then the activity started to die down, as we became more and more interested in girls. After that, we would often still do mutual jacking and stuff, and even had an occasion to suck and fuck each other every so often. Just before I started high school, Terry's dad had to sell the house to move to another city for his job, and so we hardly saw each other after that except during the summer when he would come to visit for a week, and during that whole week we'd suck and fuck our brains out. Those visits continued through my junior year, and after that, I would still talk to him on the phone and stuff, but mostly lost all contact after I graduated from high school. The End.