Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2020 23:23:57 +0000
From: Azzopardi1990 <Azzopardi1990@protonmail.com>
Subject: Summer with Joey

Mike was a buddy of mine when I was 15.  Nearly every day after school we
would hang out together and find some sort of trouble to get into,
whether it was playing war games in the forest, stealing street signs, or
sneaking alcohol from his parent's liquor cabinet.  His parents both
worked long hours, so to say there was little supervision would be a bit
of an overstatement.  His house had a master suite on the main floor, and
two other bedrooms upstairs complete with a tv lounge.  For that reason,
upstairs belonged to us exclusively, as his parents would never go up.
His younger brother Joey had just turned 12 that year, and often followed
us around everywhere we went.  I know Mike was pretty indifferent to his
little brother, but I loved having him around.  He was pretty cool for a
"little kid," and being an only child myself, I kind of liked having
this little mini sidekick around.

It was early in the summertime when Mike announced to us that he was
going to go away for three weeks to visit some of his family in
Colorado.  He seemed really bummed out about not getting to hang out and
enjoy the summer, and I was pretty sad about not having anyone to hang
out with in the daytime when my parents were at work.  Little did I know,
that I would end up having one of the best summers ever that year.

 About two days after Mike left, I woke up around 10am (I sure miss those
lazy summer days) and went downstairs to watch some TV.  Being an only
child has its benefits in those lazy days, not having to share the TV,
and more importantly not having to wear much in the way of clothing. My
usual uniform for around the house was just my underwear and a t-shirt,
and this day was no exception.  As I was lounging around watching reruns
of Gilligan's Island, I was startled by a knock on the back door of my
house.  I knew it must have been someone I knew, because strangers or
other random visitors would always go to the front door and ring the
bell; my friends knew the way into the back yard and that would be more
likely to get a response from me if I was home alone.  I stood up from
the couch, and pulled my t-shirt down a little bit more to cover up my
tighty whities.  I know most kids my age had switched to boxers, but
frankly I didn't like the way they felt, so I only really wore them when
I had to change for gym class.  At that point it looked like I had
nothing on under my shirt haha.  I cautiously glanced around the corner
of my living room towards the back door, and to my surprise, there was
Joey standing on the top of the stairs looking through the window in the
door.  I laughed a little bit and went to open the door.

 "Hi Will! What's up?" he squeaked as I opened the door?

 "Not much Joey, what are you up to?"

 "I'm so bored!  It feels like Mike is going to be gone forever!   Can
I hang out with you?"

 I had hung out with Joey a lot, but never when Mike wasn't around, so I
did hesitate a little bit, but eventually thought "Well, I could use the
company; I'm pretty bored myself."

 Joey bounced into my living room and jumped through the air, landing on
the couch where I was sitting before.

 "Hey, that's my spot!" I exclaimed.

 He scooted over about half a foot and said "There!  I made some room
for you too."

 I laughed a bit and then jumped right after him landing on the edge of
his lap, forcing him to let out a little yelp and then slide over.

 "Aw, Gilligan's Island?  That's TV for old people!  Can we watch
Pokemon instead?" Joey pleaded.

 I wasn't a big fan of Pokemon really, but I went along and handed Joey
the remote and watched him quickly dial in the Cartoon Network.  He then
settled in right against me on the couch.

 "Where are your pants he said?"

 "Well, I just got out of bed, and didn't know I would have to
entertain you today!" I replied giving him a bit of a tickle.

 He laughed and said "But I can see your undies!"

 I glanced down and realized that my shirt had creeped up a bit again and
my briefs were on display for Joey to see.  I really didn't mind, in
fact I had seen him in his underwear before plenty of times when hanging
out with Mike.  Moreso, I knew that Joey still wet the bed pretty
frequently and usually wore Goodnites to bed to help stay dry.  I had
seen him crawl out of bed with wet shorts many times as well.  He never
seemed ashamed, at least around me and sometimes wouldn't change out of
his wet Goodnites until well after he got up.

 I looked back at him and said "Well, I've seen you in your undies
enough times, I'm just returning the favour!"

 He laughed and kept watching Pokemon.  After the show ended another one
started and he bounced up again.  It would seem he was bored of TV
already; a bad sign this early in the summer.

 "Can we do something fun?" he asked?

 "Like what?" I replied.

 I dunno, can we go for a swim?

 I had a pool in my backyard that we all swam in pretty often, but my
parents had a pretty strict rule about not going in when they were not
home.  I broke this rule often enough, but I always made sure that if I
was swimming during the day, we got out long enough before my parents got
home that all the water on the pool deck would have evaporated.  I
decided because it was only about 11am we could have lots of time.

 "Alright, we can swim.  Do you have a bathing suit with you?" I asked.

 Joey scowled a bit and shook his head.  "Mine is at home, and I don't
want to ride my bike back yet.  Do you have an extra one?"

 At age 15, I had just finished a major growth spurt that led to me being
nearly six feet tall, whereas Joey was still a pretty small kid.  He was
maybe 4"10 tall, and aside from a bit of baby fat, not a lot of extra
weight on him at all.

 "I don't think I have any that would fit you anymore.  My mom threw
all my suits from last year in the donation bin back in the spring
time."

 "Well that sucks." He pouted.

 "Can you go in your shorts?" I asked.

 "Naw, I don't want to get these shorts wet before I ride my bike
back.  Can we go in our underwear?"

 I had never thought about us swimming in our undies before, but I
decided that with nobody home, we could have a bit of privacy in my yard
and it wouldn't matter.

 "Well, I guess so.  But don't tell anyone OK?"  I said.

 "Yippee!" Joey exclaimed and threw off his shirt.

 I laughed, and kind of watched him for a minute as he struggled to pull
off his shoes and socks.  Finally, he undid the button on his blue cargo
shorts, and dropped them to the ground.  He was now standing right in
front of me in nothing but his tight white Fruit of the Looms.  I had to
stop myself from staring too hard, because this kid was certainly very
handsome. He had the smoothest skin, and a perfect light tan from playing
outside in the summer.  It looked like puberty had not yet brought about
the acne and unwanted body hair that Mike and I were dealing with all the
time at that age.

 "Ready?" he said, snapping me out of my stupor.

 "Ummm yep, let me get a towel from the bathroom."  As I went in, I
threw off my own shirt, leaving me just in my underwear.  I looked in the
mirror, and noticed that the front of my undies had a bit more of a
pronounced bump in the front.  I felt a bit embarrassed, but thought
maybe Joey won't notice.  I wrapped the towel around my waist, and went
back out into the living room where Joey was waiting.

 I led the way to the pool, but as I opened the door, Joey went flying
past me onto the pool deck.  "Wheee!" he cried as he lept into the air
and curled up his body to form a cannonball.

 SPLASH! Went the pool as he landed in it.  Not wanting to be outdone, I
quickly gave chase, dropped my towel on the pool deck, and leapt right
behind him just as he was coming up for air.  He laughed and shrieked
with pleasure as I ended up floating beside him.  He quickly swam over to
the ladder in the deep end and pulled himself out.  As he lifted his body
out of the water, I could see his underwear had become completely
transparent and clung to his soaking skin like there was nothing on at
all.  As he turned around, he took aim for me, and once again launched
himself through the air.  I closed my eyes anticipating the splash, and
dove under the water.  When I heard him come up, I opened my eyes again,
and saw a look of horror on Joey's face.  I glanced down, and noticed
that his underwear were no longer see through; in fact there were no
longer anything!  They must have fallen off on his second cannonball!  I
laughed at him and said, "are you missing something?"

 "Aaugh!" he screamed, quickly looking around for his missing briefs.

 At the same time, I noticed his underwear surface just behind me in the
pool.  We both spotted them at about the same time and he lunged past me
with his hands outstretched.  Luckily, having size on my side allowed me
to reach right past him and snatch the underwear out of the water.  I
quickly held them above my head, so as to play keep away.  I was able to
stand right on the floor of the pool, but Joey wasn't quite tall enough
to reach the bottom yet, so it made his recovery efforts much harder.
One hand kept reaching for the underwear above my head, but the other one
seemed to be attached to his crotch, trying to save his own modesty.

 "Pleeeease?" he begged as I avoided his reach once again.

 After the third try at getting them back, I was tempted to go easy on
the kid and let him have back his missing garments; however it seems the
wheels in his brain had already come up with another plan.  He dove under
the water, and swam right around me.   I spun around in the water, trying
to keep an eye on him, but just as he disappeared behind me, I felt his
smooth arms wrap around my waist.  Suddenly, he dove deep again, causing
me to slightly lose my balance.  That's when I noticed that he had
hooked his hands in the waistband of my underwear, which were now quickly
sliding down my legs.  I tried to grab them, but Joey was too fast, and
managed to slide them right off my body.  He squealed with delight as he
took off for the opposite end of the pool with my underwear in his
hands.  I swam quickly on his tail across the pool, but just as I had
almost caught up with him, he threw the soaking wet ball of white cloth
out of the pool and across the deck, coming to rest on the privacy hedge
that Surrounded the yard.

 "Oh you little shit" I swore at him while he continued to laugh and
giggle hysterically.  "Two can play at this game" and I proceeded to
launch his underwear into the same bush.

 I figured he would go running for his undies as soon as I let go, but
instead he started swimming back in the other direction.  I couldn't see
much below the water, but he no longer seemed to be holding his hands in
front of his crotch.  Maybe he didn't care for modesty so much after
all.

 "Are you going to get out to get your underwear?" I asked.

 "Naw, swimming naked is kinda fun.  I like it better than just wearing
underwear."

 I really couldn't disagree with him and decided I would stay in the
buff a bit longer too.  I picked my legs off the pool floor and began to
float idly towards Joey.  As I came close to him, he quickly flipped over
and yelled "Tag! You're it!" before swimming back to the other side of
the pool.

Catching up to Joey wasn't particularly hard, but I let him have a bit
of fun and enjoy the chase as I led him around the perimeter of the
pool.  I laughed as every time he dove under the water, his cute little
butt would stick right of the water before he vanished from sight.  After
about five minutes of chasing him around the pool, I dove right under the
water, and approached him like a shark.  I wrapped my hands around his
waist, and pulled him under the water, just to let him know I had him.
He let out a little scream, and tried to slip out of my grip, but I held
firm.  In the midst of our little wrestling match, I couldn't help but
notice how incredibly smooth his skin was in my hands.  It didn't take
long before I felt my dick start to bone up, so I slipped off the side so
I could try and cover up a bit.  Suddenly, things took a turn for the
unexpected and he reached straight for my penis.  As soon as he grabbed
it, we both locked eyes, both kind of unsure what to do next.  I expected
him to let go, but instead he kept holding on, laughing away.  There was
no stopping my inflating dick, and it quickly became hard as a rock.

 With no other real ideas of what to do, I reached around to the front,
and grabbed Joey's penis as well.  I had never seen him fully naked
before now and really wasn't sure what to expect.   To my surprise, he
was boned up too.  I couldn't see him very well through the water, but I
could feel that he was about three inches long and perfectly smooth.  He
laughed as I gently reached my thumb and three fingers along his shaft.
I could feel the ridge of the head of his penis , and could tell he was
circumcised.

 "Your thing is like Mike's" he said to me suddenly, snapping me out
of the stupor I was in momentarily since we first made contact with each
other.

 "What do you mean?" I said confused.

 "He has skin on the end of his thing too," Joey said as he slowly
rubbed the length of my five inch shaft.

 "Oh, I've  never seen Mike naked.  How do you know what he looks
like?" I asked, genuinely curious.

 Joey kept giggling and reported "He jerks off all the time at home, I
can watch him do it like five times a day!"

 I had joked around with Mike a few times about jerking off, but this was
the first time I had ever really thought about him doing it.  The thought
of him jerking around his little brother made my penis twitch even
harder.

 "He has hair like yours on his too," Joey said, running two fingers
across my newly sprouted patch of brown hair at the base of my dick.

 I absent mindedly rubbed my thumb back to the base of his dick and
rubbed his pubic mound.  Aside from the tiniest trace of peach fuzz, it
was completely bare.

 "I've got some starting to come in too!" exclaimed Joey as he felt my
thumb searching.

 "It sure doesn't feel like it!" was my reply.

 "Yeah too!  You just have to look real close."

 I realized he had released my own rock hard boner, and started to turn
away from my hand.  "It's hard to see underwater... maybe if we went
back inside you can see it."

 I really wasn't sure I believed he had any hair aside from on his head,
but I was super curious as to where this day was going to go so I said
"OK, but we better get our underwear out of that bush first."

 Joey seemed like he suddenly remembered his own nudity as his hands
quickly went back in front of his penis, protecting what little modesty
he had left.

 "Can you go get them?  You're faster than I am" he said with an
almost whining beg.

 "OK, I'll count to three, then we can make a run for it."

 "OK, I'm ready."

 "One, Two, Three, GO!" I shouted as we both ran up opposite sides of
the steps that led into the shallow end of the pool.  My backyard had
pretty decent privacy as a fence as well as a pretty tall hedge
surrounded it.  It also helped that it was the middle of the day on a
summer weekday when any adults would be off at work.  Nonetheless, I was
pretty terrified of getting caught naked as I ran to where both our
underwear were stuck in the branches of the hedge by the pool; I didn't
even notice my dick shrink back to its normal size.

 After I grabbed our undies, I made a B line for the back door where Joey
had already run in ahead of me.  The cold blast of the air conditioning
gave me a bit of a shock on my still wet skin (seems in my hurry I forgot
to grab the towel I had dropped on the pool deck.)  I made a mental note
to make sure I remembered to go back out to get it before my parents got
home that evening.  There we were suddenly, both back in my living room,
naked as jay birds.  Still holding the soaked underwear, I told Joey that
we should put them in the dryer.  As he followed me upstairs to our
laundry room, I noticed him shiver a bit, and that his smooth skin was
now covered in little goose bumps.

 "Are you cold?" I asked.

 "Yeah, a little, just from the air conditioning."

 "Hmmm, we could warm up in a shower while we wait for the dryer?  It
might help get the pool smell off us too."

 "Yeah, let's do that!  At home, I usually just take baths." Said
Joey.

 "OK, follow me," I said as I led the way to the ensuite bathroom
attached to my bedroom.  Man, being an only child can be a bit lonely at
times, but it sure is great not having to share things like the bathroom!

As we walked in, Joey sat on the toilet seat cover as I opened the shower
door to turm on the faucet and adjust the temperature.  I couldn't help
notice that his dick had shrunk back down to a soft 1.5 inches, and he
was casually rubbing it between his two fingers.

 Now is a good chance to have a closer look I thought.  "So where is
this hair you were talking about Joey? I asked with a tone of sarcasm.

 He quickly jumped off the toilet seat and held down his dick.  "Right
here!" he said as he stretched out the skin on top of his pubic mound.
"See?"

 "I'll have to get a closer look.." I replied as I got down on one
knee to do a close inspection.

 What do you know?  Right at the base of his dick there seemed to be
about four or five wispy blond hairs.  I remembered a few years earlier
when I went through that same phase of development.  I had been so
proud.

I reached out my index finger and rubbed the tiny hairs; gently pressing
into his pubic mound, able to feel the shaft of his dick underneath.  I
couldn't help but notice that the head of his dick was slowly becoming a
darker shade of red again, and the shaft was slowly starting to point out
from his body instead of straight down.

Joey let out a bit of a giggle and squeaked "you're making it go hard
again haha."

 At the same time, mine had definitely also responded to the stimulation
of being so close to his naked crotch, but luckily the effect of the cold
air was still keeping me at a modest three inch semi state.

 "We had better get in the shower now," I said as I opened the door
again.  Joey walked right in front of me, and I gave him a playful little
slap on his smooth, bare butt on the way in.  He let out a quick shriek,
and jumped into the already warm shower.  After I got in, I grabbed my
shampoo and put some in my hair.  I quickly massaged my scalp to work, up
a nice lather, and then transferred half the suds to Joeys' wet scalp.
I spent a moment massaging his soft brown hair as he looked up at me.
Being that his height was about level with my chest, I really didn't
have to reach very far.  As I worked the bubbles through his hair, I saw
he was looking down, straight at my dick.  "How long do you think it
will be before I get hair like you've got?" he asked with genuine
curiosity.

 "I dunno, I think it kinda came in gradually over like a year or two.
I think I started to be able to cum just after I got my first hairs
though."

 "Mike told me about that; he said he started shooting stuff when he
jerked off when he was 13."

 Hearing Joey talk about my best friend jerking off again made me feel
like there was an electric shock going through my body to my penis.  I
felt the blood flowing that way once again for the third time in an hour
and my dick was soon jutting straight out from my body.  I was curious as
to what else the little boy in the shower with me knew about this
delicate subject matter.

 "Have you ever tried?" I asked to test the waters a bit further?

 "I don't know; I like playing with my doodle when it gets stiff, but
I'm not sure if I'm doing it right.  I tried to ask Mike, but he says
it's gay to talk about.  When I've seen him do it, he has that extra
skin to help him rub it, but I don't" he said, turning the attention
back to his own little stiffie.

 I had always felt some kind of attraction to Joey growing up, but never
thought it would be anything more than idle fantasy when playing with
myself in bed at night.  I couldn't believe my luck standing naked in
the shower with him with both of us hard as a rock.  I could feel my
pulse through my own dick as it pointed towards the ceiling of the
shower, though it seemed Joey was focused on his own dick.  I decided
then that this was a once in a lifetime situation and I needed to make
the leap.

 "Well, I could always show you a little bit..." I said kind of
sheepishly.

 He looked back up to me and his face seemed to light up.  "Really?
That would be so cool!"

 "We should get out of the shower first" I said as I reached over him
and turned off the faucet.

 "OK!" he squealed with the excitement in his voice as if he had been
given a new toy.

 I grabbed a towel off the rack next to the shower stall, and quickly
gave myself a once over, making sure to pull back my foreskin and dry the
head of my dick as well.  Joey seemed transfixed on me as I did, and idly
played with his own boner.  As soon as I was reasonably dry, I threw the
towel over Joey's head, and wrapped him in a bear hug, gently rubbing
him up and down as he erupted in a fit of giggles.

 He dried quickly as well, and I led the way out of the bathroom back
into my bedroom, my boner wagging ahead of me.

 My bedroom was pretty sweet, as I had my own couch, TV, video games, and
even a computer desk (maybe another benefit of not having to share with
any brothers or sisters.)  I think my parents felt that having everything
I could want in my room would keep me out of their hair, and they
weren't wrong!

I turned on the TV out of habit, walked over to the couch, and plopped
down on one end, expecting Joey to sit on the other.  Instead, he made a
little jump and landed right next to me, our naked and still slightly
damp thighs and butts pressed together.  I looked down, and his little
three inch hard on was still pointed straight at the sky, whereas mine
pointed a little to the left when I was sitting down.  I swallowed my
breath, and thought "Holy Shit... What do I do now?"

 "So what do you want to know?" I asked him, unsure of how far his
sexual education had taken him so far.

 "I dunno.  Everyone always talks about how much fun jerking off is, but
I can't make it work.  Even Mark is always doing it, and he leaves his
dirty Kleenex everywhere!" he lamented with some frustration in his
voice.

"Well, I can show you what I do I guess." I said slowly wrapping my
right hand around my own shaft.  "I just kind of grab it, and slide the
skin up and down like this," I demonstrated to him as I took a few
strokes, exposing the bright read tip and hiding it again.

Joey wrapped his hand around his own little boner (even though only about
two and a half fingers actually touched) and gave it a pull away from his
body.  It almost looked like he was trying to milk a cow as there was no
give on the skin on his dick.

 "Ow, that doesn't feel very good to me,' he whined as he tried to
take a few more strokes.

 I realized that his circumcised dick had next to no loose skin, so this
method really wouldn't work.  I swallowed deeply, and planned carefully
the next words out of my mouth.

 "Well, um.  If you want... I could kinda show you... If you want..." I
said nervously.

 "Ya!  That would rock!" he exclaimed as the excitement returned to his
voice.

 "Just please don't tell anyone, OK?" I said looking into his puppy
like green eyes.

 "I promise!  Scout's Honor!" he replied.

 I swallowed deeply again and let go of my own dick with my right hand,
and slowly moved it across my naked thigh, and onto his leg.  The
smoothness of his light brown leg skin was unfathomable, and made my own
dick pulse as I worked my way slowly across his thigh and to his eagerly
awaiting crotch.  I dipped the ends of my fingers to the insides of his
thighs where his hairless scrotum was waiting.  With just my index
fingers, I gently poked the slowly loosening sac and felt the two marbles
inside.

Joey was fixed deeply on the movement my hand was taking as it approached
its final destination, and gasped gently as I moved my fingers from his
balls to the nearly bald mound just above his little erection.

 "Is this still OK?" I asked softly into this ear?

I felt him relax a bit, and lean into my shoulder as he nodded yes.

With that added bit of consent, I decided to go for the prize.  I gently
moved my index and middle fingers over his nascent peach fuzz, and up his
shaft.  It reacted to my touch as if it had a mind of its own (I mean
they do, don't they?) and I could feel it pulse beneath my fingers.  I
slowly let my fingers run up the short length to his head, and right over
the pee hole at the tip.  It was unlike anything I had ever felt, being
so incredibly hard and yet soft at the same time.  Moving my fingers back
down, I added my thumb on the underside and gently gripped, preparing to
share the knowledge I had built up over the last few years with my young
friend.

As I held the rigid organ between my two fingers and thumb, I could feel
that there really wasn't any spare skin to slide as I would have done to
myself, so an adjustment in technique would be required.  Loosening my
grip somewhat, I began to slide my fingers over the shaft and up to the
sensitive head.  After about three strokes, I could feel his body shiver
against mine.

"Wow" he mouthed, in the faintest of whispers.

"Yeah" I said in full agreement.

Having figured out the routine, I slowly started to pick up the pace,
gliding my fingers up and down the smooth skin on his shaft.

"Is this good? I asked.

"Yeah, but it's still kinda sore" he replied.

Hmmm.  Being uncut, I always figured jerking off was as easy for anyone
else as it would be for me, but it seemed I would have to adapt my
strategy a bit further.

"Hold on a sec, I have an idea." I said as I let go of him, and stood
up from the couch.  I made my way over to my computer table where I had a
bottle of lotion (for sunburns of course!) and a box of Kleenex.  My own
boner was at its absolute maximum of just over five inches, with the tip
poking out of the end of my foreskin.  Looking down, I could see the end
was getting wet with precum, something that had only happened to me a
couple of times before.  Putting a squirt of lotion across my fingers, I
reached down and applied a gentle coat to my own dick, the skin slowly
sliding on the moisture to reveal more of my swollen dick head.  Applying
another squirt to my hand, I went back to the couch and resumed my spot
next to Joey.  Unexpectedly, he snuggled back against me, and even put
his left leg across my right one.  Wrapping my arm behind him I once
again reached down for his little cocklet with my now lubed fingers, and
resumed stroking.

"Oh wow, that feels amazing!" he almost grunted as my fingers glided up
and down his shaft.

Clearly the lube was the magic answer, as he began slowly squirming and
gasping as I jerked him off.  Looking down at his face, I could tell as
much as he was watching my hand manipulate his organ, he kept staring at
my own penis which was continuing to leak of of shear excitement.

"Um..." he let out between the electric spasms that were enveloping his
body.  "Do... um... do you think I could, um, touch yours too?"

My mind nearly exploded with sparks at the suggestion.  Here I was, naked
and jerking off my best friends little brother, and now he wanted to
touch me as well?  Have I died and gone to heaven?

"Sure" I nodded, the words barely escaping my lungs.

Slowly, he worked his left hand off his bare leg, and over to where my
dick was protruding from my groin.  As his fingers made contact with my
small patch of brown pubes, I took a deep breath, knowing it would take
all I had to not cum on his hand right then and there.  He slowly wrapped
his small hand around my moist shaft, and gripped, slowly starting to
mimic the movements I was performing on him.

I was sure this would not last long, so I began to slowly pick up the
pace at which my hand was working his dick, getting a healthy response
from his spasming body in reply.  Our breaths were both getting shallower
and faster as he used his whole hand to manipulate me, and I continued to
work my magic with three fingers.

Suddenly, his body began to tense, and I knew right away what was about
to occur.  "I think I have to pee!" he squealed, letting go of my dick
in an attempt to grab his own.

"Don't worry" I tried to reassure him, gently pulling his hand away
with my left hand.  "That's what is supposed to happen."

He grunted in reply, clearly in no condition to argue with the ecstasy
that his body was currently enduring.  I spend up the movement of my
fingers as fast as I could, feeling the heat from the increased friction,
as his body began to writhe.  Feeling the energy of his impending orgasm
sent my own left hand into zombie mode and I grabbed my now neglected
dick and began stroking as fast as I could manage.

"Uh, uh, uh..." he moaned as his fingers and toes both began to curl.  I
could feel his penis begin to pulse, and his immature testicles retracted
within his naked ball sac.  His mouth opened, and he seemed to gasp again
as his eyes closed and a wave of pleasure began to jet through his body.
I kept my stroking up until about ten seconds later when he grabbed my
wrist with his right hand.  That contact sent me over the edge, and three
spurts of watery cum came pulsing out of the end of my penis and only my
hairless chest and stomach.

Smiling, I slowly let go of his dick which was still pulsing and red.
"How was that?" I asked.

He opened his eyes again and looked at me with wonderment.  "That was
incredible!  I wanna do that again and again!"  Glancing over at my dick
which was still leaking, but rapidly leaning over to the side as it began
to soften, he could see that I had cum too.  "Wow, it looks like you
squirted a lot!"

To be honest, it really wasn't that much but to Joey's eyes it must
have seemed like tons.  I reached over to the box of Kleenex that I had
put on the couch next to us and grabbed three or four sheets.  The first
two I used to wipe the cum and extra lotion off my own dick, carefully
pulling the skin back to make sure I dried the head too.  Setting the
used tissues aside, I grabbed the dry ones and reached over to Joey's
penis.  It had already gone down to about half the size it was when hard,
but still had a bit of chubbiness to it.

Joey giggled a bit as I worked the Kleenex around his dick, removing the
last of the lotion.  He put stretched his left leg over my right thigh,
giving me a better reach.  I gave his balls a bit of a squeeze, enjoying
the smoothness of his skin before releasing him and throwing the two sets
of tissues across the room to my wastebasket.  Of course, I managed to
miss, and the tissues all landed short.

"Brick!" Joey squealed with a laugh.

I responded by wrapping my arm around his neck and giving him a gentle
noogie, before relaxing once again.  He made no attempt at escape, and
relaxed even further into my side, bringing his arm across to my stomach
in kind of half a hug.

Together, we just sat, naked as jaybirds on the couch, and watched the
end of The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy.  The episode was nearly
over (I guess we both kinda forgot that the TV was on at all) but that
didn't seem to matter to either of us.  I could feel Joey's breath rise
and fall against my side, and I stretched my arm a bit further so it was
wrapped all the way around him.

"Wow." I thought to myself.  "I wonder what other surprises this
summer will have in store?"


To Be Continued...
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