Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 09:50:19 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Night Dreams

I didn't really know Kevin.  He was the only son of a
friend of the family.  I knew he was adopted.  He was
only one of two people I had ever met that was adopted
so that was one thing that stuck out in my mind.  He
had just gotten his license and his dad had bought him
a brand new 2005 convertible Mustang for his birthday.
He was on a short road trip to spread his wings and
show off his car.

It was the end of the grading period so middle school
let out at 1:00 that day.  I was home by 1:35 and saw
the new car in the grass under the dogwood tree. It
was metal flake green with this bronze undertone.  It
had all the buttons a guy could ask for.  I spent a
good fifteen minutes checking it out.

It hit me as I opened the door that the car must
belong to the infamous Kevin.  We had not seen each
other since I was ten and he was 13. Now I'm 13 and he
is 16.  I have been living with my grandparents since
my folks split up and figured that at least I would
have someone to shoot hoops with this evening.  I
entered the single wide trailer to see a man at the
kitchen table.   It was Kevin.  He looked like a
Abercrombie and Fitch model.  He had sharp cheek bones
and short black hair that stood off his head in the
"wops" fashion.  He had shoulders that you could use
as a T square and a smile that could blind an opossum.
His eyes were smoldering black and long neck sported
a necklace with small Dixie flags on it.  His gray
corduroy shirt was opened to the third button and I
could see the edge of one dark brown nipple.  I was
instantly horny, hard, and falling in love.

I fumbled with the chair across from him and tried not
to stare at that dime sized nipple peeking out from
his shirt.  My grandma had fixed a snack of home fried
pork rinds and RC colas.  The ice cracked in the glass
and the skins snaped in our mouths.  What we spoke of
was a blur but we sat their until Grandma said, you
two boys get out from under my feet for awhile so I
can rustle dinner.

All I could think about was how I could see him naked
before he headed out on his green `stang. Grandpa had
nailed a basketball hoop to the trunk of a Live Oak
tree in the back corner of the lot but never thought
about getting a back board.  We weren't out their ten
minutes when Kevin took off his shirt and hung it over
the chain link fence. His waist was a perfect V shape
and his Ivy Crew boxers started at his butt cleavage
and ended at his denim waistband.   As he would bend
to reach the ball a sliver of ass crack would peek out
from his pants. I figured my dick was going to explode
before I cold get enough privacy to spill my cargo.

He had a good sweat going and he made contact with me
a few times.  I figured it would be great if he could
make that same contact against my naked chest, so I
pealed off my shirt and hung it beside his. Sure
enough we bumped chests and backs several times while
getting more and more aggressive on the sand court.
At one point he put his hand on my lower back to guard
me and I pivoted around and his hand brushed my
crotch. I was so horned up I guess I should not have
been surprised but I shook, gasped, froze in place and began
to blush from the middle of my chest to the top of my
head.  Kevin looked at the wet speck developing on my
pants and the lump under my zipper and asked, "Dude,
did you just sperm?"

I didn't know how to answer.  I smiled, shrugged my
shoulders and gave a helpless look.  Kevin stepped to
me and gave me a playful hug. "I always loved that
about you.  You're such a pervert.  Only you could
make basketball sexual.  So what was it?  The ball is
the dick and the basket is the pussy?  Or is it
something else?"

I thought quick to come up with a lie, "My shorts...they
were rubbing against my dick head and I got a bone.
The next think you know I'm exploding."

He patted my denim ass and said, "Do you need to go
clean up or can we finish this game?"

I offered to finish but before I could take it out
Grandma called us for dinner. Kevin had requested a
"down home" meal and got it.  We had squirrel and
gravy, mashed potatoes, cat-head briskets and half
runner beans.  She had made her signature drink -
strong ice tea with mint and lemon.  It was the
sipping kind of tea and not the kind you gulp after a
hot day on the courts.

As "Smallville" was going off I figured I would walk
Kevin out to the `Stang. I stretched a caught a whiff
of the still moist sperm in my shorts and got hard
again.  It was then that Kevin asked, "So where am I
sleeping?"  Could it be that I had one more day with
this Greek god?

Grandma answered, "With junior, if you don't mind
sharing your bed, boy."  I said it would be fine.

I went to the car with him to get his small suitcase
and found he had packed for almost any occasion.  He
had a sleeping bag and tent. He had a boogie board and
Frisbee; he had hiking boots and a light jacket.  I
horsed the suitcase into my room and he asked about a
shower.

Even though this was considered a single wide trailer,
it had an addition on the front of it we called the
roller room.  It consisted of a screened-in porch with
dining room furniture and an extra sofa on one side of
a dividing wall, and my bedroom on the other side of
the wall.

We settled him on the far side of the bed.  He grabbed
his shaving kit and pealed off his shirt, shoes, and
socks and asked about a wash cloth and towel. I led
him to the hall and got him a fresh set.  He arched
his eyebrows at me and said, "Time to get naked".  I
was hard again.

There is no lock on the bathroom doors here because my
grandparents don't want someone to fall and the other
one not be able to get to them.  So it is just a
simple turn knob.  I sat on the bed across the hall
from the door pretending I have x-ray vision and can
see his naked body stripping.  I hear the water start
and imagine him soaping up.  I hear the shower door
slide and imagine him slowly stroking him massive
erection.  Then it hit me.  If I am going to have any
hope of getting him naked tonight I can't let him get
relief in the shower. He has to be horned up when we
go to bed.

I shed everything but my white briefs and just walked
in.  Kevin asked, "Who's there," like he was
frightened.

I answered that it was just Junior and I was going to
shave and brush my teeth while he was in the shower.
Now the doors of the shower are a milky color but you
can still see a lot through the glass.  I could make
out his pubes and his dick head but the balls were
vague.  I could then tell he was looking at me looking
at him so I dropped my under shorts and turned to
stand at the sink.  I could still use the mirror to
watch him somewhat.

Now I only shave once a month or so but I figured he
had a shaving kit so I could do it too.  I was rock
hard just being naked in the same room with the naked
sixteen year old.  I made a joke in my head and said
to myself, SEX-teen.  I'm so funny.

I nuzzled my dick under the rim of the sink so he
could not see me hard when he got out.  I lathered up
my face and watched as he turned and showed his ass
towards the door. At a brief second his ass touched
the glass and I could see it clearly.  A minute later
he poked his head out of the door and asked if I
wanted the water on or for him to turn it off.

I figured he wanted a good look at my junk before I
got one of his.  I just stood with my naked body
exposed with the exception of my erection under the
counter.  I said, "Let it run."

Now this was a crucial point in our friendship.  If I
checked him out and he caught me he would have the
upper hand thinking me a fag so I intentionally turned
my eyes away from him as I climbed into the shower and
took the fastest shower ever.  He had only just
dressed and gotten into bed when I walked in the
bedroom door, still drying off.

I had one thin white towel around my waist and a
second I was using to dry my hair.  My erection had
gone down, so I shut the door and let my towel drop to
the floor.  I kept scuffing my hair with the other
towel so to give him plenty of time to check me out
and get him all horny.

I said,"I usually sleep naked.  What do you sleep in?"

He answered, "Shorts," but it was clear he had on a
shirt also.  I asked to see.  He tossed back the
covers and showed he had on socks, shorts, under
shorts, and a T shirt that said, "Take me, I'm yours."

I fished out a pair of tan fishnet briefs that I was
given as a joke for my birthday and said, "I can wear
these if I have to."

It was early but I figured he had no idea how early I
went to bed and this would give me more awake time to
get in his pants.  We lay there for a while and talked
about his car.  Then we talked about girls.  He asked
if talking about girls make me hard.

I answered, "Sometimes." I was hard right then.

As I turned my back to him and pretended like I was
about to go to sleep, he asked, "do you jerk before
you sleep?"

Instead of answering I rolled over to him and just
stared at him in the dim light. "Jerk as in jerk?"

"Yes. Masturbate."

"Jerk off with each other?"

"Yes."

"I'll make you a deal.  I am dying to sleep naked,
like I always do.  I'll jerk off with you if you sleep
naked with me."

He only thought for a second and said yes. He lowered
his shorts off his body and tossed them to the floor.
He tugged off his shirt and it disappeared in the
darkness.  I lowered the covers so he could see what I
was doing and slowly pealed off the fishnet shorts and
let them rest somewhere in the lower part of the
sheets.

I rolled to his side and let my half hard rest on his
hip.  I asked, "Do you want to do me first or do you
want to be done first?"

He just lay there in silence for a long while.
Finally, he said, "Are you talking about your hand on
my dick and my hand on yours?"

"Yes.  What else do you mean by `jerking off
together'?"  He did not answer.  I waited and then
said, "Look if you just want to do yourself you don't
need my permission.  Just go ahead and do it, but I
stopped doing myself a year ago.  It just got so
boring.  I needed someone else to get off with.  It is
so much more fun.  Besides, why do you think guys
sleep over at each others houses anyways.  If they
were going to do themselves they could just sleep at
home. So you go ahead and jerk your own meat with your
own hand and I will just lay here and watch."

His reply was soft and timid, "OK.  OK you do me
first."

Without waiting for another invitation I moved his arm
up and behind his head and snuggled my body next to
his side.  I rested my head on his folded arm and
tucked my shoulder under his pit.  I felt the hairy
pit brush against my neck and smelled the clean musk
seeping from its glands.

I began with my hand on his neck and slowly moved it
across his nipples. Those dark brown dime-sized
nipples stood up at attention under my fingers.  I
rolled each one and plucked gently.  I moved my hand
with only the fingertips touching like a spider's legs
across his chest and to his stomach.  I could feel him
tensing up and my fingers found his partly developed
abs.  I traced each dip and swell of his muscles and
then found his pubic hair.  I fingered it only for a
second and then moved to his dick.

With my hand still arched like a spider I moved over
his erection and his head brushed against my palm.  I
let it slide down the pole and to the balls and he
moaned in appreciation.  I went back up and fingered
the head.  He had a foreskin but it had been stretched
taut to his shaft in the excitement. His package was
nice but only about five or so inches.  I was three
years younger and I figured mine was bigger.

As he began to squirm, I moved my head to his chest
and slowly tongued his right nipple.  I had wanted to
do that ever since I saw it winking at me from under
that corduroy shirt.  I made a V shape with my two
largest fingers and ran them under his broad gland.  I
used my thumb to roll the slit while my V rubbed
gingerly under his acorn.  He hissed through clenched
teeth, "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm getting you ready to cum."

"Don't get me ready just jerk it fast."

"I'm sorry. There's nothing fast about my hand jobs.
It's how fast I can get you heart to race and how
quickly I can get you head to spin and how far I can
get your milk to squirt that counts here.  Just enjoy
the ride.  It will be the best ride of your life."

His arm came from under his head where I had placed it
only a few minutes ago and gripped my back with his
fingers digging into my butt cheeks.  I could feel his
hot breath on the top of my head and I changed the
position of my hand into a full grip and began to
gently bite his rock hard nipple.

He was making a little too much noise so I reached for
my pillow and placed it over his face.  I told him to
moan into that.  With his left hand he crammed it into
his mouth and I could just hear the muted scream of
ecstasy's first visit on this handsome body.  I became
very proud that I was a good three years younger and
had taken this stud to school on hand jobs.

I moved my body to rest on top of his and dry humped
his dick with my dick.  He let the pillow roll to the
floor and began breathing out of his open mouth again.
I wanted so much to place my lips over his but I was
just too short to reach.  I lay back on my side and he
asked, "Why did you stop doing that?"

"You were getting too close.  I want this to last a
long time."

"Shit, man.  I can't wait any longer.  Either you do
me now or I do me now."   With that he gripped his rod
and began pumping.  I gently pulled his fingers away
from his shaft and placed them on mine. He began
breathing through his teeth and small drops of spittle
were landing on my face.  I gripped his member in the
old familiar way and he did the same to mine.  I began
pumping and he began fondling me.  I moved my tongue
to his ear and went to work.  He tried to move away
but I followed him with my tongue across the pillow.

For he first time I began looking at his cock with
intent.  My tongue was still tracing the outside of
his ear waiting to plunge in at the first sting of
orgasm.  His left had gone to playing with his left
tit and his dick head was appearing and disappearing
under my grip.  The shadow of the distant street light
played with his balls as they jumped and plopped on
his thighs.

He tried to speak but only grunts came out.  I figured
this was it so I drove my tongue into his ear.  He
shot a load so high and long that it stretched from
his open lips to his single chest hair.  I blew a
gentle wind into his ear and he pumped some more.  A
second string of pearls landed on his tit in a lump.
A third came on its heels and lay in two dots on
either side of his navel connected by a silver thread
of life.  I then sucked air out of his ear and he
almost jumped out of his skin.  Another three loads
came out in quick succession and made a sticky wad in
his pubic hair.  I milked out another drop and then
one last drop.  I grabbed a handful of Kleenex from
the head board and mopped him almost clean and covered
him up.

He lay their panting.  His speed of sound orgasms were
catching up with his speed of light heart beats and
his mind was still on the tilt a whirl at the
amusement park miles away.

As he lay still trying to process all that had
happened, I walked naked to my dresser and retrieved a
candle.  I lit it and placed it on my night stand.  I
found another and placed it on his night stand.  I
wanted him to have a better view of me than I had of
him.  I just stood their looking at his covered
heaving outline and let him get an eyeful of me.

Instead of going around I lifted the covers and just
crawled across his moist flesh. I let my balls rake
across his dick and let my mouth come with a fraction
of an inch of his mouth.  And I came to rest right up
next to his skin, our hips touching, I rested my hand
on his still sensitive member and whispered, "my
turn".

He moved his hand to my rod and began to hump.  He had
very little technique but it still felt good. He
started where I wanted to end with him.  He placed his
mouth on my mouth and we kissed with little tongue
contact but still it was an open mouth kiss.  That
counts you know.

He stopped and asked if I had any baby oil.  I did.  I
folded back the covers all the way to our feet and got
out of bed.  I found the baby oil in the bathroom and
came back in with my erection waving at him with every
bounce.  We lay uncovered and raw.  He lubed me up and
put his fist around my tool.  He pumped just like I
had done when I was eleven.  He tried the tongue in
the ear thing but he definitely needed practice.

I have always loved lubes and this was no exception.
It only took him a few minutes and he never varied his
grip, but it was just fine with me.  I shot decent
loads and covered his hand in cum. He stretched it
out, making cobwebs between his fingers with it and
then told me that when he came, a string landed in his
mouth and he tasted it.  He asked if it was perverted
to taste my cum.

I said, of course it is but we do perverted things
here all the time.  With that he lifted his hand to
his lips and licked off a large glob of my cold sperm.
He didn't say good, bad, or otherwise.  He just
smiled and lay back.

I asked, "If you have more to give I have more ways to
get it out."

"Please. Show me everything you know. I could cum all
night."

I asked, "What do you know about head jobs?"

He answered, "That's when the girl puts her mouth on
your dick and sucks until you ... Are you thinking about
doing me?"

"Do you mind?  I think you'll like it."

I didn't wait for him to answer.  I went to work on
his rod with a vengeance.  I had him hard in seconds
and was pushing his dick head around my mouth while
handling his balls and taint.  I moved him to his side
and opened up his legs.  I shoved the blade of my hand
up his crack and caught his hole with my thumb.  I
rolled his balls in the other hand and gave them a
polite little squeeze from time to time.

I could taste pre-cum oozing out of his tip and
swallowed hard.  I smelled the fresh scent of musk and
breathed in deeply.  He began helping by moving his
hips in and out of my face.  I gagged slightly with
each in thrust but it didn't bother me much.  I moved
so my dick was with in reach of his hand and he did
exactly what I had hoped.  He began playing with it.
I tugged and plucked his hard round nipples and sucked
in a constant gulp.  I knew he wanted another orgasm
and figured that if I took too long in fancy technique
he would loose interest.  I could feel his rod
thickening. I knew he was close.

I dug my thumb into his pucker and massaged his dick
head with my tongue while I sucked hard and long.
Before he could cum I felt his mouth on my shaft.  He
was imitating every move I made on him.  So I began
bucking like he did to me.  It made him gag too hard
so I slowed down but we continued in the 69 position
until he came in my mouth.  It was a strong taste.  It
had the familiar saltiness but had an under tone of
vinegar and something chemically.  The familiar smell
of bleach filled my sinus cavities and I swallowed
again.

Some sperm escaped out the corner of my mouth but it
was not a problem.  As I licked to get it back, he
licked me in the same way and I shot on his face and
in his mouth.  We had not cum at the exact same time
but our orgasms had overlapped each other and we lay
head to toe naked and exposed in the flickering light
of the candles until we could get our breath.

We snuggled together that night in comfort and
pleasure.  When I would wake up in the middle of the
night, I would handle his limp package and when he
would wake up he would handle mine.

At sunrise, I woke up to the bright lights of he sun
streaming through the windows.  I always kept my
blinds pulled so I could sleep in on Saturdays.  It
took me a second to realize that I was still in bed
with Kevin and he had opened the windows to get a good
look at my body.  He was between my legs licking my
dick head and playing with my balls. I moaned and
whispered, "Go ahead and service me."  He did and I
watched.

I came sooner than I figured I would, but it was still
good.

I asked him if he wanted my mouth on him and he said
that he wanted to feel something new. Something I
hadn't done to him yet.  I got a container of body
powder and the baby oil.  I slicked up his ass with
his legs spread wide and his butt cheeks on a plow. I
powdered up his balls and dick and began stimulating
him with the soft furry puff ball that came in the
powder container.  I probed his ass and rubbed his
prostate.  He oozed long before he came and it took
forever for him to shoot but it was worth it.  He
bucked and heaved, moaned and cursed, clenched and
spit.  He had yet another wonderful orgasm.

We both showered together that morning and dressed for
the day.  As he tugged on his undershorts with one
hand he phoned his mother with his cell phone.  He
asked if he could stay here one more night and she
said yes.  This was going to be a day to remember.