Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2009 01:30:34 -0700 From: Stephen Crown Subject: My Teen Years This is the second story I have written. It is very similar to my first story, "Sleeping Friend", with some differences. I hope you guys enjoy this. This is written after receiving some ideas from Mathdog, a reader of my first story. (Thanks, Mathdog!) Disclaimer: This story contains teen male/male sexual experiences. The usual disclaimers apply including you must be of legal age to read this. Please feel free to distribute this story to any free sites, but you must include my name as the author and you must not make any money off of it. This story is purely for enjoyment. Constructive criticisms and idol e-mails would be appreciated, especially if you would like me to write more. Story ideas appreciated, too. The author holds the copyright to this story. Everything from this point on is completely fictional and any similarity with any person or incident is purely coincidental and the result of the author's imagination based on some very broad ideas by Mathdog. If your e-mail is solely to put down my story or otherwise whine, then I'll print out your e-mail and come to your house. Then using your e-mail as fuel I'll start a bonfire in the middle of your bed. *My Teen Years * Author: Steve Crown My name is Mike. I'm about 5'1" and 120 pounds. I'm thirteen years old and have brownish hair and brown eyes. My really good friend Scott is also thirteen and about my height and weight. It doesn't really matter who is shorter or taller because at our age we grow so fast. It seems that if I wish I were taller than Scott the next morning I will wake up and I AM taller than Scott. But a couple weeks later he will be the same height as me or maybe just a little taller. Not by much... but just enough. Weird, huh? One of the mysteries of being our age. Another mystery is our changing voices. We are both at the age that when we speak it sometimes comes out as a "squawk" and not a real voice. It's embarrassing, but even more so in class when a teacher calls on me to answer a question and my voice breaks. Both our parents say that's it's something that we'll grow out of, and not to worry. But I'm still embarrassed especially when the other kids giggle after I attempt to answer a question in class. They never seem to have the same problem as I do. And I don't think Scott really has the same problem because he always seems to speak fine, except once in while. The other thing that sucks being thirteen is my cock. Scott and I have seen pictures of naked men with big cocks, and occasionally we have seen our Dads' cocks, when we accidentally caught them by surprise while they were changing or something. They all have big cocks and pubic hair. We also know about sex so we talk about girls and stuff. In fact we found some adult magazines in Scott's parents' room and would sneak looks at them every so often. But we had to be careful. That is basically what this story is about. Changes and discovering new things (whatever they may be) in life. Sometimes we just don't know how to communicate to another what we really like (or don't). We might not know how to express ourselves, but it seems to turn out all right in the end if we honest with each other and ourselves. Once in a while Scott and I will talk about jacking off. Actually it was Scott who first brought up the subject of jacking off. He said that he was already shooting his sperm and went on to describe what he did. I told him that because I had never tried I did not know whether I could shoot sperm or not. Later, when I was alone in my room, I followed Scott's directions and tried jacking off. I did have an orgasm (yeah!) but I did not shoot any sperm. I was disappointed but earlier Scott had told me that if I did not shoot anything now, one day I would. After that I regularly jacked off and my cock was actually a little sore when I did. I thought something may have been wrong with me, but I didn't say anything to Scott. Eventually when I jacked off I wasn't sore. All my jack off sessions were done when I was alone. Sometimes Scott and I would talk about jacking off and he was always curious if I was shooting yet. I felt envious of Scott being able to shoot. I could not wait to shoot and finally be an adult. I also could not wait for my voice to stop cracking in the middle of class and I especially could not wait for my cock to be big like my dad's. Tonight Scott is spending the night with me. We have dinner our usual playing and watching TV we both crawl into my bed, with our underwear on. I have only the one bed in my room and we have slept together many times. Tonight was to be different though. I went to sleep after chatting with Scott a few minutes... we had been talking about jacking off, which was not something we usually talked about in bed together. But tonight Scott wanted to know if I had shot any sperm. I was a little dejected, thinking I never would... Soon we started talking about something else and eventually I went to sleep. I sleep pretty soundly, though I'm not a deep sleeper. Scott is the same way. We can roll around asleep in bed and not disturb the other. But when the alarm goes off we wake up immediately. I have been at some other friends' houses a couple times. They were such sound sleepers that they had difficulty waking up even with a blaring alarm. So I think it is accurate to say that Scott and I sleep soundly, but not deeply. Anyway... I am asleep and suddenly I wake up feeling Scott's hand on my dick. He's actually jerking me off! My underwear, I realize has been pulled down just enough to allow him access to my dick. I am already hard and the thought of his hand on my cock, and the FEEL of his hand on my cock just makes me harder. Excited I just lay there, not wanting this to end. Also I'm not sure what I would say if I did "wake up". All I know is that I did not want Scott to stop. His hand on my cock was better than my own hand. Then I have "the feeling". I do not really know how to describe it, but I can tell that my "orgasm" is about to happen. Then a second or two later my orgasm hits me... My legs always shake when I'm laying down and orgasm. With Scott jerking me off I did not want him to be scared so I tried to keep my legs still, but they shook a little bit anyway. After I stopped shaking, Scott rubbed his hand around my cock head, feeling for my sperm but I was still dry. But it still felt incredible. Scott lays back down and in a few minutes I go to sleep. I really wanted to play with Scott but I was too tired to stay awake. Besides I was not sure how to start playing with Scott since he was still awake. I don't know if Scott jacked off then or not. The next morning I wake up before Scott. Thinking about last night I glance at Scott. He's still asleep. I really want to return the favor and jerk him off but I'm afraid that he won't like it or something. I reach over and lay my hand gently on Scott's stomach. I slowly work my way down until my hand is resting on his crotch. After pausing to make sure he is still asleep, I start feeling Scott's cock in his underwear... I am getting horny. While feeling his cock I realize it's bigger than mine... just a little bigger than mine and not by much. It feels really good squeezing it and it gets hard almost instantly. I am really turned on by Scott's dick that I decide to stroke it. Pulling his underwear down just far enough to get my hand around his cock I notice that it is leaking a little. I wonder if it's pee because it is not white, like sperm is supposed to be, but then I remember about precum... I really want to jerk off Scott like he did with me the night before and I was really enjoying playing with him in his sleep. I had really enjoyed him jerking me off and I wanted to return the favor. I begin to stroke his cock just like he had stroked mine (at least I hoped it was the same) a few hours earlier, hoping he would feel as good as I had. I want a better view of his cock, so I pull down his underwear until it's below his balls. I study his dark pubic hair, which is a little thicker than mine. I rub my hands in it and it feels the same as mine, yet different. I resume stroking his cock and in a minute or two his legs start to shake like mine do and then he shoots his sperm onto his stomach and chest! Wow! That was amazing! I had never seen actual sperm before and that was neat. I looked at it on Scott's stomach and chest. I did not know that guys could shoot so far. I could smell it in the air, too. It was a sharp smell and reminded me of a swimming pool. I want to clean him up. Looking around I see a t-shirt on the floor, destined to be washed later that day. I grab it and clean up Scott's stomach, chest and cock. I notice a few minutes later, after he had gone soft, that some more sperm had oozed out of his cock so I clean that up, too. Scott starts to move around on the bed and I quickly pull up his underwear the best I can, hoping that Scott will be too groggy to notice it's still down a little bit. Then I throw the t-shirt back to the floor and pretend to be asleep. A few minutes later I am starting to doze when I feel the bed move as Scott gets out of it. So I wake up and do a big stretch and yawn. As we get ready to go to breakfast we chat about the usual stuff as if nothing had happened. I really wanted to ask Scott if he liked my jerking him off, but I was afraid of what his answer might be so I didn't say anything. We dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast, continuing our day as if nothing had happened. A couple weeks later it is my turn to stay at Scott's house. His bedroom only has one bed, like mine, which we have shared many times. Just like a couple weeks previously, we crawl into bed together. Except this time I'm really excited about what might happen and I can't get to sleep. I am also afraid of being caught by Scott if I do anything. I still did not know if Scott had known a couple weeks earlier that I had been awake when he was playing with me and I still did not know if he had really been awake when I jacked him off a few hours after he jerked me off. Since I did not know, it seemed safe just not to say anything and see if I could get away playing with him again. Maybe he would play with me too. When I thought he was asleep I shook his arm and softly called his name, making sure he was asleep. He was. Good. But what now? I really wanted to play with him. Putting my hand on his stomach I slowly inch my hand down until my fingers were on the band of his underwear. Then I slowly slipped my fingers under the band, feeling the elastic firmly holding my fingers in place. Every millimeter or so I stop so I won't wake him. It seemed to take forever, but in reality it was probably two minutes. Finally I had my hand all the down and could feel the base of his cock, but where was the shaft? I realized it must have been pointing down on his other side so I felt around for a second until I found it. Bingo! And it was just as hard as it had been a couple weeks ago. It was awkward getting his underwear down so I sat up and slowly pulled them down. I could have sworn he raised his hips a little bit to help me, but I was too lost in my horniness to really think about it. He still seemed to be asleep and that was all that matters. Scott's room was darker than mine and I wanted to look at his cock some more. Also I could feel that it was not yet leaking precum as it had a couple weeks ago. So I scooted over and leaned over his cock, trying to get a better view with what little light there was in the room from his alarm clock and a small night light behind a chair... Once I leaned over his crotch my face was just inches away from his beautiful dick. It still was not leaking precum, and I guess that's because I had not started to stroke it yet. I remembered a couple of our friends, around the same age as Scott and me, talking about "blowjobs". They claimed to have gotten them and that they felt good. I don't think they were telling the truth because the girls they claimed who gave them the blowjobs were really pretty and didn't hang around these guys at all... Once I started thinking about blowjobs, I began to wonder what his cock would taste like. I was not too thrilled with the idea of sucking his cock, but there was still something exciting about it... I knew that did not want his precum or sperm in my mouth. Feeling his cock some more and making sure it was dry I tentatively licked the head. I was afraid the new sensation might wake him so I stopped to make sure Scott's breathing had not changed. His breathing was the same. Then I turned my attention back to his cock and licked down his shaft to his balls, with a few of his pubic hairs tickling my face, and nose. I didn't think Scott's cock tasted bad at all. My own cock was hard. I couldn't explain it, but I was ready to shoot my own load. I stopped again and could still hear Scott's rhythmic breathing. Satisfied he was still asleep, and knowing that the wetness on his cock was my saliva (I was hoping it was my saliva) I decided to see if I could suck him. I was not sure what to do, so I just took his head in my mouth. Scott moved a little in his sleep, which caused his cock to go deeper into my mouth. I paused, not sure what to do, but then I decide to see if I could get his whole cock in my mouth. I only wanted to get his cock in my mouth to see if I actually could. Finally his cock was mostly in my mouth, but it was just hitting the back of my mouth. I wasn't sure if I could get the last half-inch or so in... But I just kept it in my mouth, not even really doing anything. I was trying to decide if I should continue. In the meantime my mouth was filling with saliva. There was also a sort of sweet taste that I wondered about, but it was not strong so I did not think about it too much. I then swallowed the saliva in my mouth. It was odd swallowing while Scott's cock was in my mouth and I still had a build up of saliva. I swallowed again and decided that one more swallow would get it all. The last time I swallowed my saliva around Scott's cock I could feel Scott's body trembling. Before I could process what was happening my mouth was filling up with a really thick, sweet substance. I realized that he had just cum in my mouth! I didn't want to swallow it. Looking around I saw some tissue, grabbed it and spit into it. I was afraid that Scott had woken up during his orgasm. I looked at him and he still seemed to be asleep so I shook him and asked if he was asleep. There was no response from him. Then I realized his underwear was still pulled own, so I pulled it up the best I could. I was too nervous to jack off, afraid Scott would wake up and "catch" me, but I was so horny and excited that it was a long time before I did go to sleep. In the morning I wake up and realize that Scott is playing with my hard cock. His hand feels so good on my cock. By this time our "switching" seems to be getting into a routine. I decide to play along and pretend to be asleep. After a few minutes of jerking me he stops. Wondering what Scott is doing I squint one eye open and see him bending over me, holding my cock in one hand as he looks at it. I watch as he moves his head to get a closer at my cock, except he doesn't stop there... He continues to move his head down and then I see him open his mouth. Suddenly I realize he just might suck me and I become even harder than I already am, if that's possible. I continue to watch as my cockhead goes into his mouth. He is still holding my cock with one hand. It is so hot watching him do that. Then the most incredible feeling comes over me as I feel his tongue start to swirl around my cock head! My God! His tongue feels so good! After a few seconds Scott pulls off and looks at me, probably checking to see if I'm asleep. I quickly close the one eye I was squinting through. Scott stops for a few seconds and I am afraid that he is finished. Then I feel his mouth on my cock again. Knowing I can squint one eye open I watch as he slowly takes my whole cock into his mouth, with his tongue swirling around it. As his mouth slides down my cock he removes his hand and starts jacking himself off at the same time he is blowing me. Scott sucks up and down my entire shaft with just his mouth. It feels so good. I realize the next time I give Scott a blowjob, I want to suck up and down his entire shaft, just as he is doing to my cock. I want to make him feel as good as he is making me feel. And it is at that moment that I know there will be a next time. I was so wrapped up with Scott sucking me that I didn't even realize that my usual leg shaking was taking place until some part of me knew that I was experiencing the best orgasm ever. Scott by now knew that I had a "dry orgasm" when my legs stopped shaking so he stopped sucking me and concentrated on jacking off his own cock. Since I was pretending to be asleep all I could do was watch Scott wank his cock up and down, just like he had described it to me a few months before and just like I jacked off my own cock. He was really hot... He was still positioned over me, with one of his legs between my two legs and his other leg on the outside of my left leg. His cock was pointing at my own balls and cock, just inches away from them. After a minute or so of him stroking I could feel his body start to shake a little and I knew he was about to shoot his load. I could not really see his cock clearly as it was pointing towards my own cock and balls. Then I felt his first blast hit me full force on my cock and balls. I started to get hard again. His second blast hit me in the cock and balls, too. His third and fourth blasts landed on my stomach and chest. The feel of his cum shooting on my cock and balls was great and just made me horny again. After he finished cumming I could see him sweating and breathing hard. He didn't move. This just felt too good not to do more often and I did not want to do it a few times a month when we were sleeping over. I wanted to do it more frequently. I broke the silence by asking him when we were going to do it again. So Scott was surprised that I had spoken but now our little game was out in the open. We talked a while after that. Scott told me that he had actually felt me up in my sleep five or six times before, but had never done anything more than that, except once, when he had jerked me off a couple weeks ago. I admitted that I was awake when he jerked me off, but that I had no idea he played with me before. It actually turned me on to know that Scott had played with me in my sleep and I knew that it felt good because Scott said I was hard every time. Scott also admitted that he had been awake when I had jerked him off and then again during the blowjob I gave him the night before. We agreed to play around more often. So that's how I spent most of my teen years: playing around with my good friend Scott. Sometimes in bed and sometimes during the day. Yes, a few weeks later I did cum for the first time and Scott was with me when I did. It was incredible and I felt so proud. We did try different things out and it was pretty much all fun. We decided that we were both "versatile". Discovering sex with each other and being honest about our desires, even when we had disagreements was the best way I could think of to spend my teen years. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know if you did. This is a "one chapter" story so no more installments, though I do have more stories planned (and as I submit this I still need to send chapters three, four and five of my first story, "Sleeping Friend"). For those familiar with my first story I am interested to know whether you prefer stories with dialogue (where the two guys talk with each other like they did in Sleeping Friend) or a story such as this with no dialogue. I'd love to receive some e-mails! Thanks again for reading.