Date: Wed, 03 Mar 2021 20:19:40 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Peachfuzz And Me This work of fiction features a young Colorado boy making a new friend in Southern California, and learning about his own budding sexuality over a passionate weekend. If you like this tale, or any story on Nifty, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ================================================================= "Trent, is it OK if Peach Fuzz bunks with you, tonight?" Eric, my 14-year-old cousin asked me. "Don't call me that!" The surfer boy standing with us in my cousin's family room was pissed about his nickname. My cousin looked sheepish. "Sorry, Tor, I was just kidding." "Just stop, OK?" Tor Forsberg's said, quietly. Apparently, my cousin liked to tease Tor about the silky, golden, childish down on his arms, which compared so gloriously against his summer-tanned skin. There wasn't any fuzz on his long, sinewy legs, which I couldn't help ogling. A tan-line gradient across his smooth thigh delineated where his baggie board shorts normally fell while he was hitting the waves, and I wanted to touch the creamy pale skin leading to the hem of his corduroy shorts. Like most boys in 1980, when he wasn't surfing, Tor wore shorts that fell two inches below his crotch. I was wearing little Adidas running shorts that were probably shorter. At 12 years old, I didn't know at the time why I loved looking at other boys, especially in gym class, and Tor kept my eyes riveted. As I pulled my gaze away from his willowy, yet toned legs, I caught him smirking, and I must have blushed, but he didn't say anything. He was gorgeous, with a dusting of freckles on a pert nose, and straight blond hair falling to his collar. I tried not to look too eager when Eric asked again if I minded sharing the pullout couch bed I'd been sleeping on all week during my stay. Jay, his 16-year-old brother, was sharing Eric's room, while my parents stayed in Jay's room. It was always a little crowded when we took our yearly summer trip to Aunt Mattie's and Uncle Jeff's house. But it was a little more cramped when their neighbors, the Forsbergs, asked if Tor could spend the night while they took his older sister to L.A. for the weekend. Tor was my age, and we got on very well. We fell into non-stop chattering about the usual boy stuff, while my parents helped my aunt and uncle get dinner going on the barbecue. He wanted to know all about my hometown, but there wasn't much to say about the Denver suburbs, other than I got to ski. We both loved science fiction and hated each other's football teams. It turns out, his family had moved from Sweden when he was 5, and he spoke at 4 languages. Yet he had a total Southern Californian surfer dude accent that belied a sharply inquisitive mind. And unlike the dumb shits my cousins palled around with, he was actually kind. We were so lost in hanging out that my aunt had to yell across the yard that dinner was ready, and we were surprised to see everybody already at the outdoor table. Hours later, when everyone had gone to bed, we brushed our teeth, and headed to the family room. We left the TV on, but turned volume almost all the way down, and shut off the lights. I closed the door, and Tor helped me unfold the pullout bed. "I sleep in my underwear," he said, shyly. "I hope that's OK." "Me too," I lied. I always wore pajamas when visiting my aunt and uncle. Tor unbuttoned his shirt and I gazed on a slender upper body corded with arm and shoulder muscles honed through daily surfing. Envious, I was also a little embarrassed. I was a distance runner, and though my legs were muscular, my upper body was kind of soft. I was lean, but I didn't have any muscle definition above my waist; certainly nothing like the abs Tor sported. By the time Tor started pulling off his shorts, I had a worse reason for embarrassment. The idea of being in the same bed as this exquisite boy conjured an unwanted erection. They'd been happening more frequently; mostly randomly, but also whenever I thought of various boys. I hadn't quite made the connection between boy beauty and what it aroused in my loins. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Tor rolling under his covers. I hadn't had a chance to check out the front of his briefs, and worse, I didn't know why I wanted to. I peeled down my running shorts and hoped he wouldn't notice the slender piece of pipe stretching up the front of my underwear. But he did and giggled. I blushed and apologized. "It just does that all the time," I said, sheepishly. "I don't know why." "Me too, man," Tor happily admitted."I've got one, now," he said, and giggled again. Then he really shocked me. We were only under a sheet, and he pulled it down, and then hitched up a knee, exposing his lust-filled groin. "See?" Tor said, and giggled again. Tor's briefs were a kind I hadn't seen before. They were low-rise and very sheer, and I could see the outlines of everything through the stretchy, white fabric. "So? Can I see your's?" I was really nervous and he needed to coax me. "Come on dude. It's no big deal." Finally, I pulled down my side of sheet and cocked my knee up, mirroring Tor. My shamefully rigid boyhood throbbed against my Fruit-of-the-Looms obsenely. He smiled, checking it out. "Can I feel it?" Tor asked, quietly. "You can feel mine." This was new territory for me. Aside from elementary school explorations, I'd never felt up another boy. And this self-assured, bewitching surfer kid was confidently asking me to touch him. I nodded and croaked, "Yes." Though I had yet to understand the reason, I'd wanted to feel another boy's hard-on for a long time. I really wanted to see and feel it in the flesh. I moved closer so our hands could reach one another. While I was hesitant, Tor confidently squeezed my turgid limb, and I gasped. Carefully, I wrapped my fingers around his rigid tent pole, relishing the warmth and hardness of the first erection I'd felt other than my own. His briefs were a silky binding, luring me like a well-wrapped gift. Tor caressed the front of my tighty-whities with his palm and fingers, search out all the details hidden by combed cotton. "You've got a nice one," he said very quietly. His voice was low and careful, like a panther stalking prey in flickering TV light. "I wish it would just go away," I said. "I mean, what's the point? They just hurt." Tor studied me for a moment. "Do you know how to get rid of them?" Tor asked. I shook my head, and he grinned. "OK, so we're friends now, right?" I smiled. I'd hoped I could be friends with this enchanting guy, and I said, "Yeah," almost betrayed by a note of desperation. "Then we can share secrets. Have you ever rubbed your boner against your mattress?" I had. It's one of those things all boys discover when they're lying face down and their underwear is teeming with tumescence. But like I told Tor, I hadn't liked it because it made my dick harder, and hurt more. "You have to keep doing it until you get this dyno feeling," he whispered. "Let's do it together." Thrilled by sharing this intimacy with Tor, I readily agreed. We rolled onto our stomaches and our hips rose and fell in a gentle, grinding cadence. As always, my engorged boyhood grew painfully harder, and I wanted to stop, but I didn't want to chicken out on Tor. Fortunately, he rolled onto his side after a minute. "I've got a much better idea. I mean, if you agree." Tor could have suggested running across Interstate 5 at rush hour and I'd have done it for him. Moments later, he was kneeling between my spread legs, then he lay atop me. His arms slid under my back to grip my shoulders, and our erections pressed together, separated by layers of fabric. His firm torso sealed onto mine as if following nature's design. Slowly, Tor rubbed his groin against me, his head resting on my shoulder, and his long hair splayed across my throat. The gentle, rhythmic agitation against my pounding boyhood was mind-blowing. I'd never experienced anything like it and, with a moan, I surrendered to Tor's control. My swollen boyhood seethed in the fire his cock stoked in my underpants. Still nervous about doing the wrong thing, I slid my hands onto Tor's slender back, gliding finger tips from his shoulder blades, down his ribs, to his waistband and back. Craning my head up, I admired his round little bum, gently moving like a plush stuffed bunny. His perfect round bottom dimpled on the sides with each thrust. 
Tor sighed and whispered, "Doesn't feel great?" "Uh-hu," I gasped. "So boss!" I shivered as his lips closed around my earlobe, sucking on it a little. Suddenly, I realized we might be doing something "gay." The connection between my interest in boys and erections flooded my brain with the knowledge that "fags" did "things" together. I had never know what they did. But a moment later, I didn't care. I just needed his body on mine. And it felt a natural next step when he delicately kissed up to my cheek. We were two friends sharing something deep and ancient. The friction in my undies tingled and itched and tickled, and I moaned again when Tor's lips met mine. His hips stopped and he looked deeply in my eyes. "Is this OK, Trent?" His voice was a mix of shyness and concern, with a hint of worry. "It's all good, Tor!" I whispered with a smile. "Can I feel your ass?" I asked a little hesitantly. "Of course, dude!" He giggled, and kissed me again, leaving his lips on mine for a few moments. He pulled back and smiled. "You have to open your mouth, Trent." I guess he knew this was my first kiss, and when our lips met again, I opened my mouth a little too wide. Course correcting, I just copied him, lips parting with several smacks, until they sealed, and our tongues delicately tickled each other. My fingers slid under his waistband, and for the first time in my young life, I felt the smooth skin of another boy's buns with needful fingers. It was warm and resilient, coating firm muscles. Hesitantly, I squeezed them, and Tor moaned in my mouth. We kissed more deeply, our faces rotating around each other, while our tongues wrestled for dominance. Tor pulled away. "This is so fucking hot," he huffed, "Can I see it for real?" "Yeaah-uh-huh!" I trembled. We rolled onto our sides again, facing one another. But I was frozen in modesty, and Tor again took the lead. "On 3, Trent?" I nodded, and we count down, then pulled our undies down quickly. My waistband snapped my erection against my barren pubic mound and we both grinned. With our underwear down our thighs, we took a minute to study each other. Tor's athletic body seemed streamlined for his young boy cock; his toned pelvis pointed at his loins, separated from his slender hips. It wasn't like a body-builder's "V," but the product of year round soccer, and something I shared from running. Like me, he was utterly hairless. Yet that's where similarities ended. Tor's erection was shorter than mine, at about 3 inches, yet twice as thick. Like mine, his waggled with his heart beat, yet he didn't have a thick vein like mine running along one side. He was uncircumcised, while my bullet-shaped head was buttressed by a prominent frenulum bridging to my circumcision scar. Tor's little balls were indistinct in his smooth, round little scrotum, snugly hugging the bottom of his cock. Mine were like grapes hanging in a slightly flabby, wrinkled purse. I envied his beautiful junk Tor muttered something in Swedish, while smiling at my loins. "What did you say?" I whispered. "Just that it's cool you're still hairless, like me," he grinned. "I was worried you might not like what you'd see." "Are you kidding? I love it!" "Wanna feel it?" Tor asked, hopefully. "Only if you feel mine..." We reached across and took each other in our hands. I sighed, gently fondling Tor's rigid contours, trying to memorize every throbbing detail, while he caressed mine. His other hand cupped my nuts, and I followed suit with his. I was envious of his tight little scrotum, round as a small plum. We were both breathing deeply. In the back of my mind, I knew there was something more, something I needed at a primal level, and after a few moments of exploration, Tor revealed the answer. "This is what you do with a boner, Trent," Tor said, his voice husky again. His thumb and first two fingers wrapped around my boyhood, and he stroked my length slowly. Itchy tickles burst where he rubbed and I groaned. "Doesn't it feel radical?" Tor asked. "I love jacking off. You look like you're digging it, too!" He giggled. My head flapped up and down, "Oh yeah. I never knew...!" Of course, I'd heard the expression on the playground, but was too oblivious to ask other boys what "jacking off" meant. "Can I do it to you?" I asked, and Tor nodded eagerly. He stopped stroking me and guided my fingers to his foreskin. "Try this," he said, squeezing my finger tips gently onto his hood, then guided them back and forth over his cherry-shaped knob. His fingers left mine and his eyes shut with pleasure, while I slowly masturbated his head with his foreskin. Sharing this moment, knowing I was making Tor feel so good, was even more arousing than touching another naked boy. Tor opened his eyes and licked a thumb and forefinger, then delicately rubbed the top and underside of my glans, and I shuddered. It was electric, and I moaned loudly enough that Tor giggled and shushed me. We teased each other's knobs until mine grew too sensitive. Later, he explained that when I played with myself, I could use hand lotion on my glans, one of many life-altering things he would teach me. Tor clasped my shaft delicately with a thumb on top and two fingertips underneath, and I followed suit. Slowly, we we stroked each other, while squeezing and rolling balls, lighting furnaces in our loins. The itchy, tickling burning was overwhelming. "I..uhhh...don't...know...if...I...can...take...much...more!" I heaved, thinking this was all there was to the majestic feelings Tor summoned in my groin. "Just wait...it gets really...freakyl!" Tor gasped and wrapped his whole hand around me and gripping me like a vice. Rather than stop, he worked me quickly, his stroking hand churning something that grew until muscles behind balls pulled tightly. An urgent need built. It was a familiar pressure, and I asked Tor to stop. "I need to get up and pee!" I whimpered. "Relax, Trent. You won't" he said in a soothing voice. "This is the best part." His stroking hand was a blur, while his other palm gently squeezed my tightening testicles. And then it happened. Muscles squeezed and pulled, working to eject something different from pee. Rich heat bloomed from behind my nuts out through my cock, and I felt something shooting out. Gasping and flopping like a landed fish, I looked down and saw thin, clear soup spurt out of my groin with the first two detonations surging down my boyhood. The next three were dry. Tor held me gently with one hand, while he cleaned my knob and the mattress sheet with his other fingers. "You shot!" He grinned. "Your first orgasm and you came." "I what?" Tor giggled at my shocked expression when he licked his fingers clean. "You came, dude," he explained. "You blew a load, and it tastes great!" I looked at him with in confusion, while he filled in some gaping holes in my sex education. As I'd learn later, I probably wasn't making sperm yet, but I was on my way to manhood. He pushed his wet index finger into my mouth. It was an incredibly erotic moment of non-verbal communication. His finger moved in and out, and I sucked a vague sweet saltiness off. It was a flavor I'd learn to love. Tor replaced his finger with his lips, and we made out tenderly, my hands still clutching his shaft and bag. "Can I make you shoot, now?" I asked, and he chuckled. "You can try, but I don't make boy juice, yet." I giggled at "boy juice." I leaned back so I could look at his hardness, while I stroked his warm fleshy length. After a minute or two he urged me to go faster. I did, and he groaned. HIs eyes clenched shut, and his teeth clamped together in a rictus. His hips started pumping, and I was thrilled by the joy I was bringing my new friend. Suddenly, his head rocked back, his lungs emptied like a bellows, and his hips thrust back and forth. I felt a series of pulsations in his hard, young cock. I kept stroking him, until he pulled my hands off. "You have to stop," Tor whispered. "It's too sensitive after you cum." I apologized, but he put a finger against my lips to shush me. "There's a first time for everything." "Hopefully..." I hesitated. "Not...the last time?" Tor grinned and shook his head. His long blond hair flipped around. "You can bet on that," he whispered, before kissing me again. We agreed we should't be caught naked together, and Tor bent down to get our underwear. He handed me a pair that was not my own. "These are your's, man," I said. He giggled. "Yeah, dude. I want to wear your's, if that's OK." Thinking about it, it was weirdly appealing to wear his underpants. His sheer little briefs were much snugger than my own, concealing much less of my pelvis and butt. Running my fingers on the front of the silky cotton, I found no fly. "I love your underwear," I whispered. "I love you in `em," he replied. "You can keep, `em," he added mischievously, "if I can keep your's." "Oh, hell yes." I didn't have a clue how much I'd come to treasure that trophy. At the moment, it simply felt erotic to be in my friend's underwear, and my penis twitched. I lay curled on my side, and Tor spooned around in a perfect fit. He draped an arm over me, and squeezed me in a hug. "This is nice," he whispered. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I had to talk about what we'd just done. "Does this mean...um...Are we...uh...?" "It doesn't mean anything except we're really good friends. Boys get horny and mess around." Tor paused, and added, "But since we can trust each other, I can tell you I'm not into girls." "Me either," I whispered in awe. "Cool," was his only response, and he squeezed me again. Forgetting to shut off the TV, we soon dropped into sleep. ======================== I dreamed I was in school in front of a class, reading an essay. Then, a terrible flood seemed to surge across my pants and I woke up, shuddering. I was in the throws of an orgasm, with Tor's fingers clutching my spasming tool. "Whoa," I gasped. Tor was gently pumping his erection against my bottom. "Good morning, sunshine," Tor chuckled, pulling his fingers out of my - his - briefs. "You had a piss boner, and I figured I'd give you your first wet dream!" Of course he had to remind me about nocturnal emissions, while gently rocking against my ass. "Do you mind me doing this, Trent?" "No, go ahead." I was exhilarated by his desire. "Can you roll over on your stomach?" Tor asked I did, and he lay on top of me, with the front of his - my - underwear hiked down. Running his hands under my arm pits, he held onto my shoulders from the front, and he asked me to spread my legs. Though his erection was separated from my ass by a layer of cotton, his thick hardness moved in my cleft. Tor's rhythm grew gradually faster, and his breath became ragged and fast, punctuated by quiet moans. "So good," he grunted, pumping faster. He punched in hard, one last time, while his stifled, whispered gasps accompanied each dry burst from his little love cannon. Panting, he rolled over, onto his back. In the dim morning light, Tor was pink from exertion, with a few beads of sweat on his forehead. We were both a little ripe, and showered and dressed in fresh clothes before everyone else woke up. Even though my parents were taking me to Disneyland, I wanted to hang out with Tor. My parents were eager to bring him along. My dad told me later they were happy I had finally made a friend in Leucadia. We visited the northern San Diego County town every summer. I'd never grown close to anyone else there. On the Matterhorn, Tor sat in my lap. Naturally, we both grew hard, and I discretely squeezed his erection the whole ride. On Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, we held hands. I was just beginning to understand my sexual and emotional needs. As the day wore on, I couldn't wait to get back home. But it would have been weird for a kid to say he was tired of Disneyland. Finally, after the fireworks display, we hit the road. Both Tor and I fell asleep on the ride back. When my mom woke us up, Tor's head was on my chest, and my arm was wrapped around him, something she thought was "adorable." No boy wants to hear that. It was 11 PM, and everyone at the house had crashed. After brushing our teeth and peeing, Tor and I closed the family room door, unfolded the bed and hit the lights. We were tired, but far from ready to sleep. Tor stopped me from pulling off my shirt. "Let me," he whispered. In the dim light, his smile was as enchanting as ever. He undressed me methodically to my underwear, then I did the same to him. We squeezed the rigid members tenting their cotton containers. Our lips met with gentle smacks and then our tongues plunged and played. Both of Tor's hands slid into my briefs, and he caressed all of me. I rubbed the front of his undies with one hand, and his buns with the other, marveling at how I could almost feel every detail through the marvelously skimpy material. Tor gently pushed me onto the bed. As I lay on my back, he spread my legs widely. Eagerly anticipating the pleasure he'd bring me, I had hoped he'd just shuck my shorts and beat my meat like it owed him money. But he had another lesson planned. On hands and knees, he leaned down and kissed the front of my briefs. Planting pecks up and down my turgid length, he teased it into impossible hardness. Quietly, I plead with him to jerk me off, but he only chuckled. Then, his tongue dragged up and down my cotton-cloaked bone, and I gasped. I was shocked, and possibly the horniest I'll ever be. Tor squeezed my balls while he soaked my briefs with saliva, and I mewled like a kitten. Finally, he took mercy on me, and peeled off my underwear. No longer shy, I was glad to have my naked erection pounding on display. I spread my legs, sharing my vulnerability with my friend. He knelt again, and when he clutched my hardness at the root, I was so eager for him to masturbate me, I could barely suppress my moan. Tor's steamy breath surged across my rigid bone. He studied it, then he kissed my pee-hole. His tongue tip tickled the underside and I gasped. Soon, I was quaking from Tor licking it like an ice cream cone, washing all around, hurling thunder bolts through my entire body. Soon, Tor was licking my entire length, dragging his tongue over every inch, in long, leisurely laps. It was driving me crazy, and made me wince and whimper. When every bit of my pulsing pink pole was dripping with saliva, Tor pursed his lips around one of my nuts, and whipped his tongue quickly across it, then sucked on it for a moment. After sucking on its brother, he took both in his mouth for his oral assault. My legs were flexed so rigidly I should have gotten a Charlie horse. Tor kissed and licked his way back up my little boy shaft. When he returned to my crown, he licked it until I groaned and quietly begged him again to beat me off. "But you like this, don't you Trent?" Tor rhetorically teased. "Uh-huh," I moaned. I adored his mouth on my member. But I desperately needed to cum, and told him so. He grinned and sealed his lips behind my helmet, and rolled his mouth down my pink protrusion to the root, frothing me with his hot, wet tongue. Once his nose collided with my pre-pubescent pubis, he sucked on it and pulled back to my head. At the same time, his hands gently caressed my inner thighs. Though the sensations were a revelation, what Tor did made sense. When I'd been playing with his cock, I'd had a strange urge to put in my mouth. Maybe we want to consume everything we love in the world. Tor slowly, rhythmically slid and sucked, corkscrewing his head up and back. After a few minutes, he started moving faster and did different things, like rubbing my length along his cheeks, and leaving his mouth slack, while scrubbing me underneath with his tongue. Then it was back to sucking, and my hips started moving up and down on their own, in time with Tor's head. I couldn't contain my quiet moans of "Oh, yes! Oh yes!" The itchy tickles grew like a brushfire in my boyhood. Tor's left hand caressed my tummy, while his other finger cupped my scrotum. I felt muscles pulling inside, churning my little nuts. The now familiar feeling I'd mistakenly connected with my bladder grew. I whispered a warning, but Tor only sucked me harder, faster. His long, golden hair whipped across my thighs with each lap on my 4-inch raceway. Suddenly, it seemed like every muscle in my torso and legs joined in unison to detonate fire from my fleshy love nozzle. I bit my lip to silence the scream I yearned to release, as plume after plume of electric spasms burst. I never knew anything could feel so good, and I held fists full of mattress padding for dear life. At last, the fireworks died, and I collapsed, heaving. While I caught my breath, Tor peeled off his skin-tight briefs and lay down next to me. I turned my head to face him, and I could see his grin in the dim light. "How did you like your first blow-job, Trent?" My jaw swung open in wonder. I'd heard the expression before on the playground, usually as some kind of insult, but never knew what it meant. Tor guessed my confusion. "Nobody knows why they're called that," he explained, running his fingers through my hair. "I used to think it was about blowing air across a guy's dick." I told him it was the best feeling I'd ever experienced, but added, "You swallowed my, uh, cum, again." Tor giggled and smacked his lips. "You've got the best tasting squirts I've ever swallowed." As he leaned in for a kiss, Tor whispered, "Taste it for yourself." Our lips met tenderly, and my tongue explored his mouth, which tasted like toothpaste. Our tongues played for a few moments more. Then I hugged him tightly, relishing the feeling of his naked body against mine, especially his hardness pressing against my flaccid penis. Then we lay smiling, nose to nose. The words "Best tasting," left me wondering just how many cocks had been in his mouth, and I shyly stumbled through an inquiry. He chuckled. "A bunch, I guess. I learned how the summer before 5th Grade, on my family's annual trip back to Gothenburg," he explained. "I have a cousin who's a couple of years older, and he's always extra horny. He taught me, and I practiced on him and a couple of his friends from Scouts, and then boys back here in Leucadia." I was was wide-eyed with envy, and told him so. "Do you want to try sucking my dick?" Tor asked hopefully, but adding that he understood if I might not want to. I most definitely wanted to, and kissed him deeply, before climbing off the bed to find my underpants. After pulling them on, I knelt between Tor's spread legs, worshipping at the alter of a naked boy. I took his pounding prick in my fingers, admiring his thick three inches for a moment in the dim light. It felt like warm steel coated in soft rubber. His pee-hole peeked from a little circle. His cock was beautiful, and I wanted to pay it its due. So I started by slowly rolling his foreskin back and forth over his his tender head. A day's sweaty build up left Tor's penis slightly fragrant and intoxicating. With his hood drawn all the way back I carefully dabbed my tongue tip on his dark, fleshy knob. Trying to imitate Tor, I licked his under side, and then around his crown. He tasted sweat salty, but with an earthen undertone I couldn't place. Tor sighed and I licked my way all around his turgid boyhood; never lingering, always moving. I grew hungry for more, and I felt my own penis slowly and painfully harden. At Tor's urging, I pulled his smooth little scrotum into my mouth. Delicately plunging my tongue into his puffy sack, I probed for his tiny testicles, tickling each in turn. And then I sucked on his bag while stroking his helmet with its foreskin. After a few minutes, Tor moaned, and begged me to suck his cock. But remembering how horribly he'd teased me, I stopped stimulating his glans, and merely kissed his shaft all over, while caressing his thighs and tummy. Inevitably, I grew as eager as he to put his engorged meat in my mouth. My lips kissed his spongey head one last time, and then I closed my lips behind his crown. I was working from memory, and began sliding my mouth foreword, when Tor hissed, "Stop! Stop! Stop!" I pulled off my friend, wondering what I done wrong, and he explained the problem with teeth. At his suggestion, I locked my teeth behind my lips, and slid him all the way in. I let his rigid boyhood rest on my tongue for a moment, savoring Tor's surrender to me. It was the moment that forever changed me, realizing I would do anything to have a cock entrusted to me. I tried to suck on him as I pulled back, but it was difficult with my mouth opened so wide to sheath my teeth. So I moved back and forth, masturbating Tor with my lips and tongue, while gently cupping and squeezing his small, tight scrotum. Every time I moved to and fro, I felt his foreskin moving on my tongue. After a few minutes, my jaw got sore, and I let Tor know why I was taking a break to use my fingers on him for a moment. At the same time, I was once again so hard, my own flesh pipe demanded attention. I pulled my fingers from Tor's nuts and slid them into my underwear to jerk myself with the same rhythm with which I pounded his pickle. Moments later, I bent down, holding him at the base, then clamping my lips in an "O" around his steamy staff. While I masturbated myself, massaged Tor's nuts and orally pushed and pulled on his pipe, the room filled with a mixture of quiet little moans, rhythmically stretching fabric, and a very slight soup slurping. Tor's balls were awash in a steady stream of my drool. "Turn around, Trent," Tor whispered, explaining he would care for my cock. A minute later, my bent knees straddled his head, and I rested my upper body weight on my elbows, facing his groin upside down. Tor snaked my erection through my fly and stroked it vigorously, while fondling my balls thought my briefs. I bobbed on him in time with his flying fingers, and my nose gently collided with his tight scrotum with every downstroke. My jaw grew sore again, but Tor whispered to keep going. "I'm so close," he gasped, so I dipped and rose faster. The arched topside of his diamond hardness gliding back and forth along my tongue was a sensation I will always cherish. But the memory I truly treasure began when I gently cupped his nuts again, and Tor started shaking. His boyhood lurched violently. He stopped stroking me and quietly grunted with every twitch I felt in my mouth, and his hair whipped up against my crotch and ass. Knowing I was bringing him to such passionate heights almost yanked a second orgasm out of me. At last, he settled down, and by then, I knew to lay off his sensitive, softening penis. Thankfully, he didn't fall asleep on the hand job, and resumed stroking me with a firm grip. Tor wrapped an arm around my waist to pull my loins closer to his face, and I rested my head on his thigh. I felt his hot, wet lips circle around my knob, and he resumed rubbing me with his fingertips, while suckling on my tenderness. Tor's free hand caressed my ass and nuts through my briefs, and I lost myself in the feathery friction in my groin and bottom. Tor jacked me faster, and I grit my teeth to stay silent while he tongue lashed my cock head. I felt muscles pulling on my sack like marionette strings. Twisting, tightening, itching and tickling, and it happened again! My little boy bone exploded in a series of almost painful concussions, and my stomach and chest blew in and out violently. When it was over, I could have passed out crouched on my friend, but I shook my head to clear it. Tor had already stored my tool back in its shed, and so I got up to find his briefs and help him back into them. As we lay side by side staring up in the darkness, I whispered thanks to Tor for being my friend, and that I just wished I'd given him a better blow job. He chuckled "You have all week to practice before you fly home," Tor said, inviting me to a sleep over at his place the next night. As it turned out, I became much more proficient through Tor's coaching that week, setting me on the road to becoming the skilled cock sucking enthusiast I am today. And I'd have even more to to explore with my now-lifelong friend when my family visited Leucadia the next Christmas.