Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 18:28:00 -0500 From: Scott Subject: Sleepover at Jeff's Dear Readers: If you are so enabled, please be kind and donate to Nifty so that this wonderful resource may continue to thrive. Thank You! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html And, now for some fiction for the friction... ********************************************* It's the time of year when it feels cozy to be indoors after being outside playing with your friends. The new school year is now three weeks old when you invite me to sleepover on a Friday night. We're sharing your bed. I'm one grade below you. You're 13, and I'm about to turn 12. I'm laying on my back and you are laying on your side beside me. Your forearm rests across my slowly rising and falling tummy as you lean your head down to kiss me. On the lips. With your tongue. My first French kiss, but not yours. We are both wearing flannel pajamas. The covers down around our waists. You move your forearm from laying across my tummy and your hand goes down to the warmth of my crotch, giving it a gentle squeeze. You're already hard and when you begin to fondle me I am still soft, but your hand quickly causes me to stiffen. Our lips seperate, but our faces remain close. An expression of horny excitement in my eyes tells you wordlessly I'm on board for whatever you have in mind. You love my passivitiy and I love your self-assured confidence. The palm of your groping hand feels the slender tubular shape of my now fully erect penis pressing up against it, still hidden beneath my pajama bottoms. You reach up and unsnap the button at my waist, now feeling just the thin cotton of my y-fronts covering my boyish arousal. I follow your eyes, my excited and still innocent eyes, watching as you look down to where the blanket is still covering our lower bodies, and I watch you pull down the blanket further. My boner stands arched up beneath the exposed triangle of white cotton now in view with my pajamas splayed open. You replace your hand over me and gently rub the warm rubbery firmness of my nearly 12 year old boyhood. I arch up my groin slightly pressing into your fondling caress. We resume kissing, our tongues wrestling playfully. Tasting one anothers sweetness. I feel your horny fingers dip below the elastic and feel myself being touched fully for the first time. I whimper softly and begin to suckle the tip of your tongue inside my mouth. Your fingers feel the powdery smooth surface of my hard penis as they trace lightly up and down the arched up length of my shaft until you take my spongey firm acorn into just your fingertips pinching it every so softly. My hips twitch and my penis flexes. Our lips seperate again as I watch you now beginning to tug down the waistband. "Lift up, Scott," you say in a soft whisper. I help you in lowering my recently bought for the new school year, sized 10 briefs, revealing my proud pink little cadet to full view. My innocence looks ripe, just at the earliest stages of pubescent development. My loins are porcelain smooth and white. My ballsack puffed out and about the volume of a small plum. My erection appears to be just under four inches in length. "Have you ever Jacked-off," you ask me as you look into my eyes whilst I feel the tip of your index finger tracing up and down the flared urethral ridge of my slightly bowed stiffy, causing it to make fluttering twitches. I answer with a silent and somewhat embarrassed shake of my head. "You'll like it," you say, encircling my rigid penis with your index finger and thumb. You allow your grip to remain feathery soft, just touching my satiny skinned dick with that ring formed by your finger and thumb. My tender dick reacting with tingling spasms. I'm silent save for a softly muttered moan sounding intermittently from my slightly parted lips. Your gaze and my own is now focused on what you're doing with your pistoning fingers. My thighs spread out further and I feel the tension from my descended briefs pressing into my skin. "Can I suck it, Scott?" I hear you ask as you scoot down on the bed, not waiting for my response, and lower your mouth over me. "Jeff!" I yelp as I feel my drum tight tip being surrounded by the wet slippery heat of your lips and suck in a shuddering breath, feeling your tongue twirl over the glass smooth surface of my bloated pink boy cherry. A tremor of tension causes my butt to tremble and I involuntarily arch my groin up, my boy cock gliding into that incredibly sensual feel of slippery heat that is your mouth. I whimper as I feel your tongue dancing around my boy pole, teasing and tickling, causing my innocence to react with quivering jolts. I reach my hands up behind my head, grabbing fist fulls of pillow casing. The flat sheath of my tummy tightening. "Jeff...mmmph..Jeff...aaah...Jeff...mmmph..." are the only sounds I make. The thrill of knowing your taking my innocenece causes you to reach into the front of your PJs and dip inside your briefs where you begin to fist fuck your very nearly hairless 13 year old boy boner. I smell like pure boy as you breath in through your nose, inhaling the erotic potpouri of hairless pubescence as it combines with the fragrances of Dove bath soap and Downy fabric softener from the surrounding PJs and briefs. The small delicate curve of my pubic mound slowly rises as the never before experienced sensation of tightening there begins to make itself known to me. "Feels funny," I mutter, an edge of concern in my tone. "Jeff, it itches funny!" A hint of fear now entering my voice. Suddenly, a fluttering motion enters my loins, a motion that in later years will be replaced with pumps, but for now is less rigorous, sweetly gentle and yet filled and fueled by the innocent lust of a nearly 12 year old boy's primal need to experience sexual release. My buttocks squeeze tightly together and my lower back begins to arch. I press my head back into the pillow and my eyes squeeze tightly shut. I feel my balls contract and feel a spasming just below them in between my balls and my butthole. My tummy clenches and sucks in and my now peachy pungent-smelling hairless groin bucks in rhythmic and constrained pivots. I yelp in a pained and frightened falsetto, "STOAAAAHP!!!!" as I feel my penis about to burst. And burst it does indeed with jolting spurts of my thin, infertile boy semen. You grunt in a tight-gutted cum grunt as hearing and tasting my virgin orgasm brings you to the same release I'm now experiencing for my very first time. Your somewhat thicker yet still immature discharge soaking the inside of your briefs as my watery ejaculation cascades across the surface of your tongue. You're amazed by how wet my very first ejaculation - and even hotter: my first orgasm - is. My body trembles for several seconds and then relaxes in a thoroughly limp state. A whimpering sigh sounding from me as you slowly glide your puckered lips up my still trembling cocklette. You look down at it as it makes its post-ejaculatory spasms, the tip now an angry ruddy pink. My ballsack just starting to relax down from its tugged-up state. You savour the flavor of my virgin boy cum with the hint of honey like sweetness that will only last for about a year before turning coppery and bitter. You wipe your cum sticky hand on the hip of your PJ bottoms and scoot back up on the bed, laying beside me, placing an arm around my shoulders and kissing me on my cheek. "Thanks for letting me suck it," you say, sounding a little sheepish. "Thanks for doing that to me. I...I...never...I didn't mean to...." "I know. It's okay. I knew it was gonna be your first time. I just didn't think you'd make any sperm. It's cool you can do that already, Scott. You're not even 12 yet." I beam with sheer happiness, my boner still as stiff as when we began, making me wonder if it will start to go soft again anytime soon. A little worried it might not. Turning onto my side with my briefs still tugged down and my PJ bottoms unsnapped, I lean on my side and kiss you in passionate appreciation for the new found pleasure you've just given me. Already thinking about how much I want to do to you what you've just done to me.