Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2004 16:45:22 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Pubescent Love Chapter I Whenever I look back on the summer of my twelfth year I remember it to be the most exhilarating, instructional, fun, and without a doubt the most pivotal time in my life. I was over half way though my last year before becoming a teenager and was moving from sixth to the seventh grade, both long awaited as well as anxiety producing events in most children's lives. I had been allowed to go on my first summer trip without parents and to top that off it was in Hawaii. I went to stay with an aunt and uncle so I was still monitored by adults but they weren't my parents and that was what counted. They had a son who was close to my age, Kalama, who I hadn't seen since the summer before when he came to stay with my family. We'd had a blast together and I was looking forward to spending another summer with him. On top of all that I was dying to show him my hairs. We'd done some messing around toward the end of his stay with me and we'd made a bet about who would get their hair first. Mine had started about three months before vacation so I was sure I'd win the bet. My cock had grown some too, being maybe about four and half inches or so and my balls were hanging in my sac, one slightly lower than the other. All in all I was quite proud of my boyhood stuff and I'd been excited to show it to someone who I knew would appreciate it like Kalama would. "Jaaaaaace" I heard a voice yell as soon as I entered the waiting area after getting off the plane. My name is Jason but nobody ever called me that except my mom and then only when she was pissed at me for something. I've been called Jace ever since I can remember and still am to this day. Anyhow, I tried to look through the throngs of people and then all of a sudden I saw an arm waving like mad at me and saw that it was Kalama. He'd either grown a hell of a lot or he was standing on a chair and I was betting on the chair. My cousin was small for his age, hell both of us were but he had been smaller than me. I saw the arm disappear and as soon I got past the roped walkway and into the real part of the waiting area he materialized in front of me, crystal white shinning against the brown skin that marked his Hawaiian mixed heritage. "Ho brah, I so glad you heah. We gonna have a hella summah," he rattled off in pidgin, which I will put in English for the rest of the story. He put his arm around my shoulder and I noticed that I had grown more than he had, although not by a whole lot. We were both still short, I was just about five feet tall, give or take a fraction and he was shorter by an inch or more. Kalama and I were a lot alike in other ways too. We were both fairly slender without being skinny, had black hair and dark eyes, and weighed about the same, that is, about a hundred pounds, maybe. Our skin color was brown but I was definitely lighter. Our mothers were sister's and Half Hawaiian but where Kalama's father was local as well, my dad was a Haole, a white guy, or almost. He had some Indian blood and other things in him too so that he wasn't totally white so neither was I. I knew from past experience that after a week in the sun I'd be a good deal darker than when I'd gotten off of the plane. Listening to him chatter, I heard that Kalama's voice hadn't changed any more than mine had, both of us still had the high, almost girlish voices of pre teenage boys. Kalama was cute, no doubt about it. His face was totally smooth, no marks or hair of any kind, his nose small and slightly upturned. The hat he wore brought attention to his slightly oval eyes and long luxurious eyelashes. I knew that I looked a lot like him and I'd been told by tons of girls that I was cute so, I guess I was. As soon as we got out into the terminal my auntie Lani gave me a huge hug, wrapping her arms around me and almost smothering me with her huge boobs. "We're so glad you're here Jace," she said with a big grin. "I think we're gonna have lots of fun this summer." I hadn't been to Hawaii since I was seven so while Kalama and my auntie chattered away like Myna birds, I gawked at the sights as we headed from the airport to their home on the Waikiki side of Diamond Head. Once there I got my stuff unpacked in Kalama's room, changed into board shorts, and we headed straight to the beach with a promise to be back in a couple of hours for dinner, which we were. Of course we were totally dry so there was no reason to chance right then but back in Kalama's room that evening was when it started. "Remember that bet we had last summer?" he said with a smile. "Well I won it." My little heart fell. I was so hoping to win the bet as well as show off my prized fuzz. "Maybe not dude," I said, "I got some too." Without another word we both began unlacing our board shorts and pulling the Velcro fly open. We stood facing each other as we pushed our shorts and underwear down at the same time, exposing our pubic area and the base of our cocks, most of the shafts and the heads still hidden inside our clothes. Kalama definitely had some hairs, about six of em, straight and pitch black, about an inch or so long. I, on the other hand, had more and they were longer and they had a little bit of bend in em. "Wow," he said, reaching out to touch them, "you got lots more than me but my friend Brandon, you'll meet him tomorrow maybe, he has lots of em. In fact he even shoots sperm stuff. Do you squirt out stuff yet, do you jag?" I was pretty sure what he meant although not completely convinced, being a little more na^Ėve than many boys my age. So, playing it safe, I shook my head sideways and changed the subject as I pulled my clothes back into place. "So I guess no one wins the bet since we both got hairs," I stated flatly. "I guess not" Kalama answered. The rest of the evening was spent watching TV in his room and catching up on all manner of stuff that is important to twelve year boys. Like all boys of that age and body development the topic came around to sex. How we'd avoided it when we were showing off our fuzz is beyond me but this time when it came up it was there to stay. The conversation had moved toward girls and, have you ever, which meant more visual experiences than actually touching. Neither of us had any hands on experience, nor even eyes on, except for some light porn for me, harder stuff for my cousin. Kalama said that Brandon bragged about having a porn movie but no one had seen it so it was thought that the older boy was lying. "He does have a magazine with fucking in it though and it's so hot to see Jace, I'm serious. Man you can see right in their pussies and stuff and you can even see the sperms leaking out after the guy cums in there." Kalama's voice seemed to change as he talked about it and he rubbed at the front of his board shorts. I was getting a little wood myself as I envisioned what a big gaping cunt might look like or even more importantly, a full grown man cock. I didn't realize the importance of that thought at the time however. "You don't have any magazines or anything?" I asked as I tugged at the expanding front of my own board shorts. He shook his head "no". We were both horny from the talk and I wanted to mess around. We'd done it before and I figured Kalama would be up for it (no pun intended) as much as I was. Casting caution to the wind I slowly untied my board shorts and loosened the laces enough to get my hand down inside to readjust myself or fondle a little bit. Kalama followed my lead almost immediately as he continued to talk about what was in the magazine, describing in graphic detail the endowments of both sexes and the acts they engaged in. While he spoke, his eyes traveled between my eyes and my crotch, following whatever I might be doing inside there. Inside my body, things were happening that I hadn't felt before, or at least not so intense. My belly was a jumble of butterflies ten times more intense that on Christmas morning. My heart was racing in anticipation of what, I didn't know. My cock was about as hard as it had ever been, the skin seemingly stretched tight on the shaft and I couldn't help squeezing it, which intensified the feelings. But there wasn't room in there for my cock and my hand. I needed to get out of my clothes, to free my hard young flesh so that both hands could have contact, to touch, feel, fondle. I was so wrapped up in self exploration, both mentally and physically, that I didn't hear Kalama at first. "Brah, you were totally spaced." I looked at him and saw that he'd pulled his shorts open and down a little bit and the head of his cock was showing, slightly pink against his darkly tanned belly. "I asked if you wanted to like, take our clothes off." I nodded my head dumbly and proceeded to lay back on his bed and slide my shorts and underwear down to my ankles while Kalama, laying next to me, did the same. I didn't stop there however. I wanted to be totally free of clothing, totally naked and exposed so I wriggled out of my t-shirt as well. We lay back and with the curiosity of young boys looked each other over carefully and unashamedly, noting how each compared to the other and I could tell right away that I'd matured more than Kalama. Aside from the difference in hairs, my cock was longer and fatter than his, the head of mine wide, a perfect helmet shape while his was more pointed at the tip. Kalama's dick was about four inches or so long, the shaft was thinner as well as shorter and his balls were bigger than before but still held close to his body. "Ho Jace, your cock got so much bigger and your balls are hanging now. That's so cool." He reached over and grasped onto me and squeezed on it, causing me to almost faint from the feelings. Kalama had touched me before but that time was so different, like electricity or something. I figured out later that it was cause I'd matured sexually but at the time I didn't give another thought. I almost purred as Kalama stroked on me, felt on my balls and stuff. "Want me to suck on it?" he asked, his voice low and sort of husky like. I could barely get the yes out of my mouth I was breathing so hard. He leaned over me and held my cock upright then lowered his mouth to it, closing his lips over the head once he had it inside. I almost died from the feelings and moaned out from it. He moved his head up and down on me, taking about half my cock into his warm mouth before moving back up and in the process, dragging his lips across the rim of my cock head. It didn't take long before I started getting real tingly feelings in my belly and my cock started tickling really bad. "Fuck Kalama, stop. It tickles so fucking bad oh man stop," I said in a whispered scream. He took his mouth from my dick and stroked it. The feelings were so intense that I gripped the blanket with both hands and I thought I was gonna die. I felt my cock get thicker, or stiffer or something and the tingling got way intense in my cock then a blob of white stuff shot out the slit and landed on my belly. "What the hell was that," I said through panting breaths, my belly still contracting in the aftermath of my very first orgasm. "Fuck Jace, you cummed brah, you made sperm." My cousin seemed more excited about the event than I was. Kalama let go of my dick and my own hand automatically went to it and resumed a slow stroke, that seeming to be a natural reaction to me. "That was your first time sperming wasn't it Jace. I can hardly wait till I can squirt out. Man, you think it might happen this summer?" I had no idea when, or if, or anything. I'd never stroked my cock like that before, taking it to that conclusion. Sure I'd stroked it, or ground it into my bed sheets and mattress sometimes at night but I always stopped when it started to tickle like that. Hell if I'd only known what was going on I'd have kept it up and not missed out on all those fantastic good feelings. I wiped the glob off my belly with my finger, felt its texture, sniffed at it, the licked a small bit to see what it tasted like, which was nothing, then wiped it on the sheets. Pretty typical boy. Kalama had rolled onto his back and was slowly stroking on his cock and asked me if I wanted to suck him. Well, no as a matter of fact I didn't. I was feeling all lazy and kinda glowing after what had happened and I just wanted to lay there and enjoy it. On the other hand, he'd sucked me and turn about was fair play and hey, maybe my cock would stay hard and I could squirt again soon. That would be pretty cool. "Sure," I said, rolling over to him and taking his cock in my hand. I'd sucked Kalama's cock the summer before when he was at my house, a fun past time that we'd discovered toward the end of his visit. I moved my lips over my teeth-learned that last summer too- and lowered my mouth over the head and sucked on him, slowly stroking his cock while it did it. I noticed that his crotch smelled different than before. It wasn't a bad smell, in fact it was kinda sexy like and over time I would learn love it, the fragrance of a maturing boy. It only took a moment and I was into what I was doing, my eyes closed and breathing through my nose as I bobbed on the silky flesh of his cock head and the top part of the shaft of his cock. It didn't take a whole long time before Kalama was wiggling and squealing that he was gonna cum so I took my mouth away from his cock but kept stroking him. I wasn't prepared to get any of that white goo in my mouth just then, although before the summer was out. Kalama's body went rigid and he began shaking and stuff. I felt his cock go harder in my hand and he shoved his hips up off the bed like he was being electrocuted or something. I kept on stroking him cause I didn't figure what I was doing was causing him any harm. I kept a close eye on his cock head but nothing came and he finally relaxed back onto the bed, panting as hard as I'd been panting not five minutes before. I finally let go and relaxed back, laying on my side and watching as his breathing began to slow. "Fuck I love that feeling. I can hardly wait till I sperm," Kalama panted out. I asked what happened and he told me that he had cummed, just like I had, but he wasn't making sperms yet so it was called a dry cum. At the rate things were happen my sexual knowledge would be increased ten fold by summer's end. "So that was your first time making sperm, eh Jace?" Kalama asked. I nodded my head and he went on to say that he had mostly just found out about it himself having learned it from Brandon a few months before. That information helped me not to feel totally like a fool. "So, you wanna do it again, cum I mean," he asked, reaching over and grasping onto my hard cock again. "Gosh I love your cock Jace. It's so perfect. Wait till you see Brandon's cock though. It's bigger than ours and he has more hairs and makes a lot of sperms." I was becoming more curious about this Brandon character so asked Kalama what all he'd done with him. My cousin said that it would be more fun just to show me and proceeded to turn around so that our hard cocks were in each other's face. I'd heard about this and didn't need further direction, simply leaned in and took the rigid piece of flesh into my mouth, wrapping an arm over Kalama's hip to help keep him in place. Kalama was doing the same thing to me only his fingers were playing in my butt crack, sliding gently up and down the crevice and pressing slightly inward toward my hole but not going quite that far. I liked the feelings it caused so let my fingers do the same thing and found that I kinda liked doing it too, exploring what had generally been considered to be forbidden territory. And then a new sensation hit me and I looked down to see kalmia, eyes closed, licking at my balls, moving the soft bag around with his tongue then he sucked one of them gently into his mouth. WOW! That was cool enough to cause me to moan. He opened his eyes, saw me looking at him then plopped the egg from his mouth. "Feels good huh?" He didn't wait for an answer but drew the little orb back into his mouth and sucked on it some more. What could I do but try the same thing on Kalama. I licked as his bag, savoring the different texture, the smoothness of the skin and wondered if mine felt the same way, quickly reasoning that it must. Gently, I took one of his nuts into my mouth and sucked on it, rolling it around a little bit, causing it's owner to stop what he was doing on me to moan and tell me how good it felt. He finally stopped what he was doing and rolled away from me, taking his cock with him, much to my dismay. He got off the bed and went into his bathroom and came back with a bottle of Lubriderm lotion. I was gently fondling my cock and balls and when he got back he smiled and suggested I try some of this on my cock. I wasn't sure exactly what he meant so he pumped some of the lotion into his hand and motioned me to move my hand from my cock and then took over, grasping onto my pulsing flesh and sliding up over the sensitive head. I just about flew off the bed the feelings were so incredibly intense. Kalama just smiled at me as he stroked my cock, sliding up the shaft and over the head, squeezing it, and then going back down. "Oh fuck oh God," I moaned out in a low growling sort of voice. My entire little body almost vibrated from the feelings as they ripped through my body but centered in the five inch piece of hard flesh between my smooth thighs that my cousin was currently mauling. "Fuck Kalama it's doing it again," I panted, as the tickling feeling started in my balls and my belly. He stroked faster, gripped my cock firmer and I felt it swell in his hand, the intensity of feeling causing me to thrash my head on the pillow and thrust my slender hips into the air. The tickling feeling in my cock was so strong that I could barely stand it and had to bite my hand to stop from screaming out. And then it was over except the extreme sensitiveness in my cock head. I giggled and pushed Kalama's hand away because I couldn't stand how ticklish it was. We would learn to tell each other when we were gonna cum so we could concentrate just on the shaft but for the time being it was a total trial and error learning experience. I lay back on the bed, breathing harder than the first time and Kalama showed me his hand, saying that I squirted some more sperms out. He opened and closed his fingers to show me the stickiness and how it clung to his fingers and not for the last time he commented that he could hardly wait until he too was squirting out. After he returned from cleaning the goo from his hand I jacked Kalama off exactly the way he'd done to me and of course he wiggled and screamed so loud when he cummed that I was sure his parents would hear him. When it was all over I let go of his dick and wiped my hand across my own belly figuring that I'd need to take a shower regardless, which is exactly what Kalama said a few minutes later when he caught his breath. Ten minutes later we were back in bed. I was pretty tired since my body was on a different time zone than my cousin's and despite my willingness to stay up and play some more I drifted of while Kalama was telling me something about a body boarding experience he'd had that winter out at Makapu'u, or Mocks as the local's call it. Chapter II The next day we were both up early, ate a quick breakfast and headed for the Walls in Waikiki to body board. The waves were decent and we had a fair amount of fun until about noon when there were so many people it seemed like you could practically walk across their backs and not fall in the water. We decided to go back home by way of the walkway that boarders the beach from the Walls to the aquarium. As we approached a cement building Kalama said that we were coming to the gay part of the beach so not to be surprised at all the guys with other guys and especially not to be too shocked at some of the thong style swim wear. "Sometimes my friends and I walk around them while they're laying around on the grass sun tanning. You should see some of the looks we get and if you like, rub on your cock, oh man they almost drool. It's kinda fun, like flirting I spose," he said. Kalama was right, some of the men did look at us, some just plain stared and few even said hi and more than one offered to let us share his huge towel. It was kind of exciting to me in a way that I couldn't explain, having these adult men wanting me, and I somehow knew that was what it was, wanting. Wanting to be with me, touch me, and even other stuff. I sort of had a thought about what it would be like being with an older man and having him teach me sexy stuff. I felt my cock start to get hard thinking about it and had to do a quick rearranging which did not go unnoticed. "Need some help with that sweetie," a very handsome younger looking Asian guy asked as I got close to him. He was wearing a white Speedo that showed his stuff and the stuff looked pretty big to me. I don't know what made me do it but I smiled at him and said, "Maybe later today," and gave my cock and extra squeeze as went past him. A couple of other men who were close by heard the discussion and let out huge laughs, and yells and stuff. It was pretty cool and when we got past them Kalama laughed and told me that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard on that beach. That prompted the question about would you ever. and what if. We both admitted that if the circumstances were just right then we just might and he said maybe we could come back later and see if he was still there and maybe see what happened. Back home we ate then laid around in the shade under a huge Avocado tree in the back yard thinking about how we would spend the rest of the day. "Ho brah, you lazy ting," a voice called out and we both turned to see two boys walking toward us. "Whachew doin?" They looked to be our age, were at least close to our size. The one who was talking looked to be a local boy, my height give or take, brown skin, short black hair and dark eyes. He was cute, there was no doubt about that, but the boy with him made my belly do flip flops and my young heart flutter. I was in love although I didn't know it then. He was white, and by that I mean WHITE. His skin was so pale that light practically bounced off of it. His light blonde hair, a thick mass of large ringlets, hung loosely almost to his shoulders framing his almost angelic face. As they got closer I could see his eyes, large and a mesmerizing emerald green, with long thick lashes that any girl would cry for. From a distance he could easily have been mistaken for a girl but up close he was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen and when he smiled at me my heart melted. I jumped up and right away noticed that he was almost exactly my height and looked to be about my weight as well. "Howzit Brandon?" Kalama asked as the boys stopped next to us. "This is my cuz Jace," he said to the boys, this is Brandon." Brandon extended his hand and we shook local style while Brandon introduced us to Jordon who shook hands regular like, a soft non gripping sort of shake. "He jus come yestaday, stay wit his gran maddah next doah me." Brandon explained. Brandon's pidgin was fairly thick so for the purpose of the story I'll translate to English. I asked Jordon where he lived and in a slightly high but soft and wonderfully melodic voice he said he was from Davenport Iowa. I almost shit my pants. "I'm from quad cities too," I practically yelled. "I'm from Rock Island." Quad Cities is comprised of the four cities of Davenport & Bettendorf Iowa and Moline & Rock Island Illinois, our two cities being separated by the Mississippi River. We began chattering to each other about places we both knew and schools we went to while the other two boys looked on in amazement. Finally Brandon broke in and said, "So, enough with the family reunion, let's go do something." Something entailed walking back down to Waikiki and of course our path included retracing the steps that Kalama and I had taken earlier to go home. Jordon and I were walking just behind the other two boys and of course we passed by the man who had spoken to me before. "Coming back for help?" he asked with flirty smile. I don't know what made me do what I did but without thinking I hooked my arm in Jordon's and said, "Naaaaw, I got him." The man looked at Jordon and his eyes went wide open but didn't miss a beat. "My God I don't blame you." As we went by I heard another voice say quietly, "Fuck, that kid's gorgeous." I assumed that Jordon heard it too but regardless, he didn't say a thing. And he didn't make any move to take his arm away from me. Brandon asked what all that had been about and when Kalama told him, Brandon laughed his ass off. Jordon laughed hard too as we released each other and continued on our way, walking down the sidewalk and getting plenty of stares. Looking back on it I can understand why. Although Jordon was by far the cutest of the four of us, we all were cute boys on the cusp of adolescence or just entering it. We were smooth faced and blemish free, slender but not skinny, and had the casual innocence that many boys our age had. Any one of us would have gotten second glances by practically any female and many guys but the four of us together was simply more eye candy than most people could ignore, especially gay guys. So, as we tread the sidewalk between the beach and the grassy, tree covered park area, we got plenty of looks, lots of "hey there cutie" and more than one offer to share a towel or blanket. Further into Waikiki we checked out the International Market Place and generally just wandered aimlessly, boys with nothing special to do and plenty of time to do it. By default Jordon and I walked together as did Kalama and Brandon, allowing the two of us to get to know each other better. He was smart, funny, friendly, and didn't seem to have a problem touching me. His body contact was generally to emphasis something he'd said, to point something of interest and sometimes it seemed just to touch me. More than once our fingers brushed against each other as we walked and he even took hold of my hand a couple of times, holding on almost like a lover and pulling me into a shop to look closer at something that caught his attention. I loved when he held my hand and I sensed a bit of reluctance from him when he finally let go, society not yet ready for boys over the age of five to hold hands in public. His voice was so melodic, like the tinkling of a wind chime, and his green eyes twinkled with enjoyment at anything and everything and I found myself liking him. a lot. Two hours later we had completed a long circuitous route that brought us back to Kapiolani Park across the street from they gay beach area. By some unspoken mutual agreement we entered the low concrete restroom area, Brandon and Kalama taking the two urinals and leaving the large, wheelchair accessible, stall for me or Jordon. I headed in and Jordon was almost right on my tail. "Do you mind?" he asked, indicating that we might share the toilet. "Naw, it's okay." I replied in a small voice. Needless to say Brandon had a comment for the situation. "Better leave the door open boys so there's no hanky panky goin on." We all laughed as the beautiful boy-God and I stood opposite each other and unlaced. We were both self conscious but neither of us could possibly admit that to the other one so the act of baring our bodies to the scrutiny of the other became an almost brazen act. Both of us wore t-shirts that hung low enough to hide just about everything and so when it was all said and done the only thing visible was cock head, mine a little darker and Jordon's as white as the rest of his body appeared to be. We pissed, our light yellow colored streams crossing each other before splashing into the dirty porcelain bowl, both of us attacking the cigarette butts that floated on the surface and giving a plausible diversion as we checked each other out. His cock head was a perfect shape, rounded smoothly across the tip and flaring ever so gently at the edge above the shaft. I only saw a small bit of the shaft but he looked kinda big, bigger than me or Kalama. He finished before I did but didn't tuck it away right off. Instead he shook it gently and nursed it a ittle, squeezing out any drops of liquid that might still be in the tube and thus fall into his underwear when tucked back inside. It was almost as though he were giving me time to look longer as dick. In order to provide Jordon with the same opportunity I did the same thing, reaching a little further inside my shorts and squeezing more toward the base of my cock and working toward the head as I shook it gently. "Not many boys seem to do that," Jordon said quietly as though not wanting the other two to hear him. I didn't tell him that until then I hadn't either. We both seemed to leave our cocks hanging out there a moment longer as though not wanting the moment to end but Brandon's voice brought us back to reality. "What you guys doing in there, checking each other out?" Duh, yeah, but I didn't tell him that. We tucked and tied, walking out of the stall as we finished re-clothing, joining the other boys outside. "Hey, I got a new stroke book, you guys wanna see it?" Brandon asked. He got a chorus of yeah sure so we headed off to his house. I pretty much knew just where that was going to lead and the butterflies started running into each other inside my belly. I was curious about seeing Brandon's cock but I was dying to see Jordon's. Less than fifteen minutes later we were in Brandon's bedroom all sitting on his carpeted floor while he slowly thumbed through the magazine. Many of the images were in glossy color and it didn't take long before all four of us were rubbing, tugging, or pushing on the front of our shorts. Brandon had stopped at a full length picture of a young dark haired guy whose full on hard cock looked to be at least seven inches long, the fat head shiny, probably from precum. He didn't have a speck of hair which elicited comment from us. "Sure makes his stuff look a lot bigger doesn't it?" Brandon offered and we all agreed that it did. Kalama stated that he couldn't see shaving his hairs off since he'd just started getting them and I agreed with him while Jordon made no comment at all. When Brandon asked him if he'd shave his off Jordon gave a slightly pained look and said that he didn't even have any yet. That prompted some surprised looks. Getting hairs was about the biggest deal a boy could ask for at out ages although being able to actually make sperms was a close runner up. We commiserated with him for a moment but our attention went quickly back to the magazine and the immediacy of hard young cocks stuck in cramped board shorts. That problem resolved itself shortly with Brandon laying back and unlacing his board shorts and stuffing his hand down the front to help relieve the pressure on his dick. Everyone followed suit, as it were, and I noticed that Jordon's shorts looked more bulged out that the rest of us. "Why don't we just get undressed?" Kalama finally suggested and when I asked when Brandon's parents were going to be home he said his mom wouldn't be there for another few hours. "We got plenny time to jack off." He commented with a smile as he began shoving his clothes down. "Two or three times if we want," he added as his hard young cock smacked against his flat belly. The rest of us began doing the same thing, tugging clothes off in a hurry then gazing about to check each other out, to see how we compared to each other. Brandon looked to be about five and a half inches long, his uncut cock head showing through the tip of his dusky foreskin. He was at least half Hawaiian so his dick was darker than mine or Kalama's and his hair was black as the night. His fuzz made up a thick little patch about three inches long at the base of his cock, but the balls handing gently below looked totally hairless. He causally stroked his boyhood pride and joy as he looked around, focusing on my cock first, then Jordon's, which is where my eyes stayed. Like the rest of him, Jordon's cock and balls were beautiful, and they were very white. The boy was as bald as cue ball, there wasn't hair in sight and since I was sitting right next to him I could tell. However, what he lacked in fuzz he made up for in spades with his cock. The thing looked almost as big as the guy in the picture and we later measured it out at six and a half inches long. Blue veins stood out along the length of the shaft and as I said before, the circumcised head was big and almost perfect looking. His nuts were bigger than the rest of us too, and they hung sort of low between milky white smooth thighs, the bag slightly wrinkled at the top where it started. "Fucking nice cock," Brandon commented with more than a little awe in his voice. We were sitting in a semi circle with Jordon on one end then me, with Brandon and Kalama on the opposite end. I almost stared at Jordon's cock before looking into his hypnotizing green eyes. "It's beautiful," I said softly. Then something passed between us. I couldn't tell you what it was but something happened and Jordon smiled and lipped "Yours too." I felt my own cock swell with pride that this Adonis had said that he liked my cock. "Do you make sperm yet?" Kalama asked and Jordon nodded his head in the affirmative. "Well then." Brandon stated and began slowly stroking his cock and equally slowly turning the pages of the magazine. We were all on our knees, resting back on our haunches, rock hard boy cocks standing proudly, straight up in the air. It was an awesome sight to me and in the moment, all of us started jacking our own dicks, the feelings of being a sexy young boy roaring through us all. At least they were for me. I cast sideways glances at Jordon, getting peeks of his small hand wrapped around the pale pole and sliding up and down on it. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other as we made love to ourselves and I for one was so dying to take his cock in my hand, my mouth, that I thought I would be the first to cum. On the other end Kalama began stroking with a fury, moaning as he pulled as his balls, his eyes closed. Then he was on his knees, his jacking taking even more speed. "Oooohhh fuck, oooohhh fuck," he panted out in his orgasm, his slim and small young body almost shaking. Brandon was right behind him. The dark skinned boy went onto his back and jacked as his hips rose off the floor. The first glob of white goo landed just above his belly button and was followed by three more globs, small than the first, that sort of just plopped out of the end of his cock. He lowered his hips but continued to stroke slowly, dragging his foreskin up over the pink hued head of his cock. That fascinated me, the foreskin part and I sort of wished for a moment that I still had mine. I turned to see Jordon almost staring at my cock as I jacked and I knew that he wanted to touch me as bad as I wanted to touch him but neither of us was quite ready to take the chance. If it had only been him and me then it would have been different but I didn't know Brandon hardly at all and I didn't want to deal with teasing or other stuff that he might say, even though Kalama had said they did some stuff together. Jordon began stroking his cock a little bit faster, still watching my cock, the other two boys watching both of us like it was a horse race or something. I was looking at Jordon's cock too and wishing I had it in my mouth, tasting his precum and licking on him and stuff. That was about all it took for me. I felt my balls and my belly tingle, then my cock got way fat in my hand, or at least it felt like it. The tickling was almost too much and I closed my eyes for just a second then looked down and watched my dick spit out the white globs of my sperms. Brandon moved the magazine so I didn't squirt on it which was good cause my cums shot about a foot or so out of my cock. I slowed down and looked at Jordon who was smiling at me as though he was proud of what I did. Then he went at it and all of a sudden he threw his head back and moaned out loud and I watched, amazed as his cock started blasting big white strands of his sperms. He shot farther than I had and made more than Brandon did, by at least twice as much. It was incredible to watch that beautiful boy in such ecstasy, his boy body spitting out so much of his sperms. "God you make a ton of cum for bald boy," Brandon said and he wasn't teasing Jordon at all but sounded sort of surprised and proud. "How old are you Jordon?" "I'll be thirteen in two months," Jordon said, finally slowed his stroking but sperm still kept dribbling out of his cock head, sliding down onto his fingers and stuff. Fuck I wanted to taste his cum, feel it in my mouth but of course I couldn't do that. At least not yet. Brandon got up and grabbed a dirty t-shirt from his laundry basket and wiped himself down then handed it to me to clean my cum off the rug and I figured as long as I had the rag I may as well clean up Jordon's sperms as well. When I was finished I held the shirt while he wiped his hand on it and then without thinking I gently cleaned the residue off his cock head, Jordon allowing me to do so. He smiled and thanked me when I was done and we all went back to looking the magazine again, all our cocks still hard as stones with hands working to keep them that way. "So, do you guys ever suck cock?" Brandon finally asked, looking at me and Jordon. I said yes, Jordon said no and before Brandon could horn in and take the darling cute boy away from me I turned to Jordon. "It's way cool, wanna try it?" I asked him. His gorgeous eyes lit up and his smile was so sweet I wanted to kiss him right then and there but I didn't know how the other guys might respond to that. It's one thing to suck a cock but kissing might be an entirely different matter all together besides I'd never kissed anyone but family members. He nodded his head so I told him to lay down, which he did. I knelt along side of him and stared for just a moment at the pulsing white flesh pole in front of me. Fuck it was so hot looking and certainly the biggest cock I'd ever seen, at least on a live boy anyhow. I leaned over and grasped onto the moderately thick and long shaft and felt up and down its length before leaning farther over and, pulling the pale warm upright, placing my mouth over the head and a couple inches of the shaft. Jordon moaned at the new feelings I created for him and I moaned softly as I created them. I felt his hand moved across my upper thing then the warmth of it as he grasped onto my cock and slowly stroked on it and I moved my legs apart to give him better access. I heard the rustling of bodies and turned to see Brandon and Kalama had moved into a position where they were sucking each other's cocks. "Wanna try that?" I asked Jordon who'd seen the action as well. He nodded his head and I laid down beside him, my face in line with his boy cock, his with mine. I went back to what I had been doing, took his cock into my mouth and suckled some more, my tongue licking at the precum that was leaking from his slit. Jordon played with my cock and my balls for a moment as though discovering them for the first time, which I suppose was exactly what he was doing. I gasped when I felt the warmth of his mouth encompass my swollen cock head and the feelings were so intense that I renewed my efforts on Jordon's fat cock. For the first time I noticed the odor of him, similar to what I'd detected on Kalama the night before but more erotic somehow, much more stimulating. I didn't have much time to revel in it however because Jordon stopped sucking and moaned out that he was gonna squirt out. I'd wanted to taste his juices the first time he spermed and I couldn't explain that, it was just an overwhelming feeling that I'd had. I stroked him a little faster and pressed my lips firmly against the shaft just below his fat cock head and then the feelings started in my own belly and my balls again. I didn't have time to warn the beautiful boy that I was gonna cum cause I felt the first warm splash of his sperm as he erupted in my mouth and my own cum entered his. I didn't have much time to consider my own sperming as I was intent at keeping up with the seemingly unending flow of his sperm while my ears picked up the sounds of Kalama and Brandon living the same experience. What I did notice however was that the beautiful boy playing on my horn didn't leave but took my own limited offering of cum into his mouth as I had done to his. I reflected a moment on the taste of his sperm, the texture of the viscous liquid and decided that I liked it. Oh, maybe not enough to drink it every day for the rest of my life but certainly enough to want to taste him from time to time. We rolled away from each other, still panting, and Jordon turned around so that we were facing each other, our faces only inches apart. "That was so awesomely coolness," he whispered to me. He looked over my shoulder toward the other two then leaned in and quickly kissed me softly on the lips, two times before moving his face away from me. Fuck, nothing ever tasted sweeter in my whole life than his kiss and that was something I would love to taste every day for the rest of my life. "I'm sorry that I didn't warn you about cumming but you started squirting in my mouth and I didn't want to miss tasting your sperms," I told him. He said it was okay, that he wanted to drink my cum and see what it tasted like. "Besides," he added, " you drank all of mine. Was that hard to do cause I know I make a lot of the stuff?" he asked with a little bit of concern in his voice, which I thought was sweet of him to ask. "Naw it was fine I didn't mind it at all." He smiled at me again and said he was glad. Motion behind me got my attention and I turned to see my cousin and Brandon coming away from each other, both their cocks still at least half hard. "What did you think about that boys?" he asked, the question directed more to Jordon than me. The darling cute boy smiled and said that he thought I'd done a pretty good job and he liked it. Then he said that he should probably be getting home since he'd been gone all day long and his grandmother would probably be getting worried. Kalama said we should probably get going too and we all started getting dressed. "You guys wanna maybe spend the night some time, we could have lots of fun," Brandon said, rubbing his still unclothed half hard cock. We all agreed that might be fun and agreed to talk later that evening. The three of us left and out on the front porch Kalama discovered that his wallet must have fallen out in Brandon's bedroom so went back in. Jordon took that brief moment to talk only to me. The front area of Bandon's house was protected by hedge and a huge Avocado tree and after casting a quick glance around Jordon leaned in and kissed me on the lips, this time longer than before. "I really like you a lot Jace," he said to me. "I liked being sexy with you and want to do it some more. Maybe you can spend the night at my house sometimes, just you and me." I nodded my head eagerly. "I like you too Jordon," and I kissed him back. "I loved sucking on your big cock and stuff and yeah, I'd like it to be just me and you sometime." Kalama's footsteps coming back broke off our talk and a moment later we were parting on the street, Jordon going to his grandmother's and Kalama and me walking the block to his house. On the way home Kalama said to me, "You really like that kid, don't you?" I gave him a sort of blank look and he went on. "Come on Jace, you should see how you look at him. And you know what, I think he likes you too." I didn't say anything and my cousin continued. "It's cool though, you know. I'll tell you a secret. Brandon and me are like, boyfriends you could say. We've been being sexy together for almost six months now and we really love each other and stuff so if you like, feel like you really like Jordan and want to do stuff with him, it's okay with me. I told him then what Jordon had said and I told him that I did like the cute boy and we both wanted to be sexy together sometime. "That's so way cool Jace. I was worried about how it was gonna be this summer, how Brandon and me were gonna be able to be together and now it's gonna work out all right, it's gonna be sooo fucking cool cause you won't be left out cause of Jordon. Awesome.