Date: Tue, 01 Jun 2021 01:36:37 +0000 From: Azzopardi1990 Subject: Summer with Joey Part 2 Summer with Joey -- Chapter Two "Wow" was all I could reply as I leaned back into the couch next to Joey. There were a few moments of silence between us, as we slowly caught our breath from the post-orgasmic bliss we shared. Joey leaned back against my side, with our naked thighs still pressed together. Both our penises had returned to their normal soft state; Joey's barely two inches long. After a few minutes of watching TV, I glanced down and saw his eyes were slowly drooping lower. Part of me wanted to wrap my body around his and drift off to sleep together, however at just that moment the silence was broken by the loud buzzer on the dryer. Given the activities of the past half hour, I had nearly forgotten about our underwear in the dryer. "Sounds like our undies are done" I said as I slowly started to climb out of the seat. "Mmmph" was the reply; clearly the pre-teen had found himself comfortable and had no desire to stand up. At the same time, I didn't really want to bother him either, his cherubic nudity was too adorable for me to disturb. I left my room and went down the hall to the laundry room, my soft dick bouncing along in front of me. Opening the dryer, I saw the two pairs of white underwear, now nicely dry and warm. Picking them out, I glanced at the tag in the back of the smaller pair. "Boys -- Size 12 -- Fruit of the Loom" read the label. Just holding the cloth in my hands, thinking about what it would soon be wrapped around gave me that familiar feeling of blood rushing to my penis. Unable to help myself, I brought the underwear up to my face, hoping for a scent of the boy who was still back in my bedroom. Sadly, all I got was a whiff of chlorine from our earlier swim. Grabbing my own Men's size Small Hanes and quickly stepping into them covering my now slightly chubby dick, I headed back down the hall and into my room where Joey had appeared to not move at all. He was only 12, but it seemed like he was ready to adopt the lazy life of a teenager soon enough. He barely turned his head when I came in and crept up behind him. "Perfect time for a sneak attack!" I thought. Grabbing the waistband of his undies, I made a quick approach, pulling them over the top of his head. "AAACK!" he shrieked, the sudden break in his relaxation shattered by my attack. I laughed as he pulled the underwear off his head and threw them on the seat next to him. I quickly sat down next to him again, still having a chuckle. Glancing at the clock on the cable box, I could see it was now nearly 3pm. The time had flown by so much I hadn't realized that Joey had been here for over four hours! "I guess we should get dressed or something," I hinted with a note of disappointment in my voice. Joey simply grumbled in reply, grabbing his underwear and begrudgingly putting his right foot in the hole. My eyes stayed glued to his little dick, still soft, with the circumcised head accounting for nearly half the overall length. He stood up on his right foot, and bent over to position his left foot, giving me a front row seat to his cute little ass. Smooth, and a slightly lighter shade tan than the rest of his naked body, with a dime sized pucker right in the middle. I quickly realized that my semi was starting to tent my own underwear once again. As he pulled up the underwear, breaking my perfect view, he turned towards me, just as he was adjusting himself. "Can I hang out here again this summer? This was fun!" "Any time you want Joey, I am at home pretty much every day." I replied. It was still early in the summer, and I didn't have much planned except for a couple weeks of camp in late July, and maybe a trip to visit my grandparents in August. Most of the kids my age were already off on vacation or camp, so there honestly wasn't a lot for me to do, and today's fun really gave me something to look forward to. Joey smiled at me and leaned in for a big bear hug around my shoulder and chest. I reached my arms back around him, feeling the warmth of his body on mine. Somehow this made me more relaxed than I had felt in ages. Once he let go, he said "we better go find our clothes; I told my Mom I was hanging out with Chris today and would be back after lunch." Chris was another kid in the subdivision who was slightly younger than Joey, but I had met a few times when hanging out with Mike. To be honest, it never seemed like Joey and Chris liked each other much as they were always fighting or arguing about something, but I guess there weren't a lot of 12-year-old boys to be friends with where we lived. "OK, let's head downstairs," I replied, and he took off in front of me. Once again, I was tantalized by the view of his smooth buns covered in the tight-fitting white fabric as he bounced down the stairs in front of me. I would have to get my shorts on quickly, or there would be an embarrassing tent to explain once again. Heading back into the living room, I found the cargo shorts and t-shirt that Joey had worn earlier, but quickly remembered that I didn't have any pants on at all when Joey first came over. Once again, I quickly pulled on my t-shirt, that was just long enough to cover the bottom of my underwear. Joey laughed at me as he clambered into his own shorts, "forgot to wear clothes today?" he giggled. I laughed as well but thought to give him a quick swat on the rear just before his shorts covered his briefs. He yelped in reply, and quickly grabbed his shirt as well. "Wait right here a second" I said, holding him back from heading to the back door. I made a quick run into the kitchen and grabbed a sticky note from near the phone. Jotting down my number and tearing off the top sheet from the notepad, I made my way back into the living room. "Here, take my number in case you want to hang out again. You can give me a ring in advance, so I know it isn't some pervert coming to the door when I am hanging out in my undies." I said with a laugh. "Thanks, Will," Joey said, smiling at me and grabbing the note and putting it in his pocket. "I really like hanging out with you when Mike isn't here. He would never play around with me like this." "Any time little man. You know, it's pretty cool having you around like a little brother or something." Joey leaned in for one last hug before heading out the back door. I tagged along beside him to the edge of the backyard gate, grabbing the towel we had left on the pool deck on the way by. As he opened the gate, I gave his soft brown hair one last little tussle before saying "See ya!" He smiled his cute little toothy grin back at me and went out the walkway to the sidewalk on his way home. I turned around and headed back inside, dropping off the towel in my bathroom before heading back to the couch in my bedroom. Falling back on the seat where Joey and I had been naked together only a handful of minutes before, I couldn't help but reach in my underwear and give myself a fondle as I tried to make the memory of what we had done last. It looks like this summer might be pretty great after all! The rest of the week went by with no fanfare; every year my parents worried about me being too lazy around the house, so they made sure I was loaded down with chores to keep me busy. In my mind, if they were so concerned about me melting into the couch, they could have paid for me to go to day camp, or maybe on vacation. No dice. Even though we were obviously well off, (I was an only child, and our house was twice as big as most the rest of my friends) they constantly complained about "expenses" and "taxes" and a lot of other nonsense that was clearly an excuse to not spend money. By the time Friday came around I had cut the grass, cleaned the pool, trimmed the edges around the garden, cleaned my room so much that it was immaculate (which says something for a 15-year-old), and cleaned the garage. I had just come in from the sweltering heat around 3pm Friday afternoon and opened myself a Coke when the phone rang. "Hello?" I answered per my usual fashion. "Will? It's Joey!" came an excited squeaky voice on the other end. My face immediately lit up; I hadn't heard from Joey for three days and was hoping he hadn't lost my number already. "Hey man, how are you doing?" I asked. "I'm good. Listen, my mom is going out of town this weekend for a couple days. She wants Laura Durst to stay with me, but I can't stand her. Can you come stay with me instead?" Some people might find it odd that Joey's mother decided to take off with no notice, but really this was totally normal for her. Both Mike and Joey knew she was a bit of a floozy, as both of them had different dads, and neither was the guy she was currently married to. Their current stepdad was in the Army and off deployed somewhere, so of course she was taking the time to go out and pick up guys with her girlfriends out of town. At the same time, I knew Laura Durst. She was 16 and a grade ahead of me at school. She was well known for being a bitch who wouldn't talk to anyone outside of her ultra-select group of friends. I totally got where Joey was coming from in not wanting to spend the weekend with her. My mind raced at the thought of being alone with Joey for the weekend but wondered how I could make it fly with my parents. They were known for being strict, and even spending the night at someone else's house required a lot of coaxing, and often needed the other set of parents to agree to terms. "That sounds awesome, but I have to check with my parents first; you know how they are, even when I want to stay at your place with Mike." "Okay" he replied, sounding a bit disappointed. "What if my mom called your mom and told her what was going on? Would that work?" "Hmmm," I thought. I know my mother didn't exactly trust his, but maybe she would feel bad for Joey being left all alone and let me go over. "OK, we can try, give me her number and I'll try to put them in touch with each other." "Yay!" he squeaked in reply, and quickly rattled off his mother's cell phone number. "Let me know what she says!" I said goodbye and quickly called my mom at work. She didn't like me calling unless it was an emergency, so I was able to get through to her pretty much right away. I explained the situation and that Mike was off visiting his dad in Colorado, so there was nobody around to stay with Joey. I intentionally didn't mention Laura Durst, thinking that she might not want me to be the first option. I could tell she wasn't thrilled about the idea, but nonetheless, she would give Joey's Mom a call and see what she would need me to do. I held my breath, unsure how that call would go. Joey's house was only a couple blocks away from us, so I'm sure I could argue that it wouldn't be a big deal for me to spend the weekend there. About fifteen minutes later the phone rang once again, and it was my mother. "I spoke with Joey's mom," my mother began. I could tell she was somewhat exasperated from her conversation, but to my surprise she said, "You can go over to Joey's place tonight to watch him but you two should come back over here tomorrow to check up." Inside my mind I was screaming with joy, and nearly tuned out the rest of what my mom had to say. "Be sure to stay safe and call home right away if anything goes wrong" she continued. She also carried on with making sure I had Joey's mom's number, as well as reminding me about important numbers like 911 and poison control, but to be honest I just nodded and said "Yeah, I know" a handful of times. As soon as I hung up the phone, I ran upstairs to my room to put some things together in my backpack for the weekend. An extra pair of shorts, two extra t-shirts, two pairs of underwear, two pairs of socks... what else would I need? My eyes darted around the room, and landed on the lotion I had still sitting on my bedside table, "for sunburn" I had told my mother when I bought it, but of course I'm sure she wasn't so naïve she didn't know what her 15 year old son was up to. I grabbed the bottle and threw it into the backpack, zipping it up and putting it over my shoulder. I nearly sprinted to the back door, almost forgetting to lock it behind me, and grabbed my bike from the garage. Racing as fast as I could down the street (wondering if I was exceeding the residential speed limit of 25mph) I was at Joey's place in no time flat. Leaning my bike up against their side fence, I approached the front door and rang the bell. Joey opened the door and beamed widely at me. He was dressed in just an Adidas t-shirt and a pair of dark blue Umbro shorts with his middle school logo on them. He practically leapt forward and embraced me in a bear hug. "I'm so happy you could come over! My mom is just getting ready to leave!" In the background I could hear his mother talking on the phone while running around the main floor of the house. Her overnight bag was already next to the front door, so I could tell she wouldn't be sticking around long. "Oh, Will, you're here already. Thanks for coming over' she said over her shoulder while placing her hand over the receiver of the phone. A moment later, she hung up and went towards her bag. "I left some money for you boys on the kitchen counter, and Joey has my cell number if you need anything else. Make sure he takes a bath, and don't let him drink anything after dinner" she continued. I glanced over at Joey, who turned his eyes to the floor and blushed with embarrassment. "I guess you can sleep in Mike's bed as he is away. I'll be back Sunday night, try not to set the house on fire." I had spent enough nights with Mike to know that wasn't exactly a great option. Their mother wasn't exactly an expert housekeeper and she steered clear of going in the kids' rooms altogether, so tidiness wasn't exactly a trait that Mike had grown up with. "No problem Mrs. McRae" I replied. She seemed to wince at being addressed that way and said, "Call me Donna, I'm not that old!" "OK, Donna, have a good trip" I replied, half wincing at addressing a grown up by their first name. In my family, such lack of respect for an elder would never fly, but then again, she didn't seem much for teaching manners. With that, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door saying, "See you Sunday!" without even looking back over her shoulder. A second later we heard her car start and peel out of the driveway. We were alone with the whole house to ourselves! "Well Joey, we have the house to ourselves, what should we do first?" I said dropping my backpack at my feet. "Can we order food? We didn't have any dinner yet." In my rush to get over here as fast as possible, I had forgotten to eat as well, so I could go for food too. "How does pizza sound to you?" "Yay! Pizza!" came Joey's reply with a wide grin. I went into the kitchen and looked on the counter where there was a single $20 dollar bill on the table. Real nice to leave two kids alone for the weekend with barely enough for a single pizza I thought. At least I had my own wallet with me, and I got me allowance from doing chores yesterday. "OK, what kind should we get?" "Pepperoni is good for me." "OK, did your mom leave anything to drink?" "I don't think so, she usually doesn't buy any soda for me." "Alright, I'll get a couple bottle of Coke for us too. Where did she put the telephone?" I asked as the charger for the cordless phone in the kitchen was empty. "I'll find it, she is always dropping it and them blaming us for it going missing." Joey pressed the ringer button on the charger and we could hear a muffled ring tone coming from back in the living room. He ran out of the room, and appeared a couple seconds later with the phone in his hand. "Found it!" he squeaked. "Thanks man," I replied taking it from him. I quickly called Papa John's (a number I already had committed to memory) and placed an order for delivery. Two large pepperoni pizzas, and two big bottles of Coke. I figured since Joey's mom had left us with pretty much nothing, this would get us through the weekend. Maybe tomorrow we could stop back at my house and pick up some emergency rations. The guy taking the order gave us a guarantee of 30 minutes or less which suited me just fine. Maybe if he was late we would get a free pizza after all. "Food is on its way, what should be do now while we're waiting?" I asked Joey. "Let's go upstairs, you can see my room!" he said as he took off for the stairs. "I've seen your room plenty of times Joey!" "Yeah, but this time you're here to stay with me, not Mike, so it's different!" he replied. "Fair enough" I said as I picked up my backpack and followed him upstairs. His little butt was right at eye level in front of me on the way up, and I could almost make out the panty lines of his underwear in front of me. I felt a surge in my own shorts that I had to quickly adjust; we were here together all weekend after all. The upper level of Joey's house was a small den that overlooked the main floor, off which there was a bathroom and two bedrooms facing each other. Joey's on the one side, and Mike's on the other. It was plainly obvious that grown-ups never spent any time in this part of the house as it was an absolute pigsty as my mother would put it. Clothes were strewn about, candy wrappers were on the floor, and it looked as if the carpet had gone a very long time without seeing a vacuum cleaner. I dropped my bag on the couch in the den where we usually played on their PlayStation or watched cartoons and followed Joey into his room. Surprisingly, it was cleaner than the rest of the floor, although there were still a few clothes strewn about. My eyes were drawn to a pair of underwear on the floor in front of Joey's dresser, as if he had just stepped out of them. My imagination flourished with images of him standing there naked in front of the large window that faced the street below. The rest of the room was pretty typical for a 12-year-old, kind of an odd mixture of the decorations you would find in a small child's room, but also some more age-appropriate posters on the walls. There was one of the Atlanta Braves, one of the Carolina Panthers, and a big Britney Spears poster featuring a provocative pose. Joey's double bed was only partly made, with the top comforter pushed back in a heap at the foot of the bed next to a small collection of stuffed animals. "Your room is pretty cool" I said to Joey. "Thanks, but it's not as cool as yours. I wish I didn't have to share the TV in the den" he lamented. I crossed the room and sat on the bed, noticing a slight crinkle as I landed on it. The bed clearly had a waterproof mattress cover on it, which I recognized from having a similar one when I was younger. Joey didn't seem to notice the noise and jumped next to me, taking me by surprise by embracing me in another bear hug. "I'm so happy we get to spend the weekend together Will!" "Me too squirt, we can live like a couple of bachelors this weekend!" Glancing onto his bedside table I saw a small lamp with a crooked shade, a Mickey Mouse alarm clock, and a small bottle of Jergen's hand cream. Laughing a bit, I picked it up and asked, "are you working on keeping your hands soft or what?" Joey blushed for a moment but then said sheepishly "um, you know what you showed me the other day? I wanted to give it a try on my own, so I took a bottle of lotion out of Mike's room." I laughed a bit and asked "So? How was it?" "It felt really good, but honestly, it felt better with you" he replied slowly meeting my glance. I tussled his hair and smiled at him, "well, maybe we can try again this weekend, but not right now since the pizza should be here any minute now. Maybe we should go back downstairs and get ready." Joey's energy level picked right up again, and he quickly bounced off the bed. "OK! I'll get out some plates!" and with that, he bounded out of the room. I paused for a second, as I didn't want to be super obvious about the boner that I was quickly developing when Joey told me about his experimentations. "I'm just going to the bathroom first, OK? Then I'll be right down." I quickly made the break into the bathroom that was located between Mike and Joey's room. Once again, I found myself in a room that clearly needed some janitorial attention. There was a single sink, a toilet, and a bathtub/shower, with bottles of toothpaste, soap, and deodorant scattered about with no real thought to placement. I also saw a pair of cargo shorts on the floor that looked a lot like the pair Joey had worn to my place earlier that week. They seemed like they had just been dropped on the floor straight from his body. My mind full of both curiosity and erotic intrigue, I picked them up, and discovered a pair of White Fruit of the Loom briefs tucked inside. I wondered if he had come home and taken them right off here in the bathroom, or maybe it was later that evening when getting ready for bed? Maybe they had come off when he was getting the bottle of lotion from Mike's room, ready to do some "exploring?" I realized the front of my shorts was now noticeably distended, the overwhelming feelings of horniness were slowly winning their battle. If I didn't want to blow my load then and there, I needed to make myself calm down for a bit. I stepped over to the toilet and undid the zipper and top button of my shorts, exposing the top my white Hanes, along with a visible erection pointing straight out. Flipping the waistband of my underwear under my penis, I tried to relax and take a deep breath, hoping my boner would subside enough to pee. After a few seconds, it finally did, and a small stream of urine flew out of my dick into the toilet bowl. Finishing quickly, I peeled my foreskin back a few times to shake loose any liquid that might have been left over, and finally stuffed my dick back into my underwear. It had gone down just enough that I could point it down once again. As I was doing up my fly once again, I noticed the very full wastebasket that was just behind the toilet. Under a few tissues, I could see a cartoonish picture of a guy on a BMX bike, and quickly realized that this was a pair of Joey's used Goodnites. Flushing the toilet, I reached down and quickly grabbed them, and discovered another few pairs under the garbage. The sides were both torn apart like you would do with a younger child's diaper as opposed to slipping them off like underwear. I wonder why he did that? They were clearly used as the inner lining was yellow and damp. I gave them a bit of a feel in my hand and found that the absorptive material in them was quite squishy, much like it was full of little bits of Jell-O. Holding something that Joey had worn around his crotch was making my earlier feelings return, and quickly. It seemed the biggest challenge of this weekend was going to be self-control! Placing the youth diaper back into the waste pail as I had found it, I quickly washed my hands and made my way back into the hallway and then downstairs. I could hear Joey rattling plates together in the kitchen and decided to head in there as well. When I walked in, Joey was on his knees on the kitchen countertop, reaching for two big glasses. It seemed he was still a bit too short to reach them on his own. I noticed his shirt riding up a bit, exposing just a few square inches of tanned skin above the waist of his shorts, as well as a hint of white elastic with two blue lines and the letters "FTL" on them. "Here buddy, let me help you with that" I said stepping behind him and grabbing the glasses from the cupboard. "Thanks" he replied hopping down off the counter. "I don't know why my mom keeps them up so high; she knows I can't reach up there" he complained with clear frustration in the his voice. "No problem, and I'm sure you'll be hitting a big growth spurt any time now. I was 12-13 when I started two grow tall," I said, placing the glasses on the table where Joey had already laid out two plates and some napkins. "I sure hope so, I hate being so little," Joey said in a pouting manner. Both Mike and my mom treat me like such a baby. "Don't worry man, everyone grows at different speeds, and you'll be all caught up before you know it." Just then, the doorbell rang and Joey's eyes lit up. "Pizza's here!" he shrieked and ran towards the living room. I grabbed the $20 bill that Joey's mom left on the table, and took my own wallet out of my shorts, knowing full well that a single 20 wouldn't foot the bill. When I came into the living room, Joey had already opened the door and was taking the box of pizza and bag of sodas from the pizza guy. He looked like he was only a year or so older than me, with tanned skin, dark hair, and just the hint of a burgeoning mustache visible above his lip. "Kinda cute guy, I wonder what school he goes to?" I thought to myself silently. "That'll be $24.81." the pizza guy told me as soon as he had handed off the pizza and soda to Joey. I handed him the $20 bill, and then took two $5's out of my own wallet. I had enough friends who already had part time jobs to know the difference getting a shitty tip makes. Hopefully when I got a job, this would buy me a bit of karma. "Thanks man, have a good one!" the pizza guy remarked, giving me a smile and a wink. Was he flirting with me? Or could he see through my attraction? Was this just my pubescent mind toying with me? Ugh, being a teenager can have its moments some days. Heading back into the kitchen, Joey already had the pizza down on the table, and was using both hands to hold on to one of the big bottles of Coca Cola. He seemed to struggle a bit, especially because the bottle was so full, but I didn't want to step on his toes at all, so I let him fill the glass to the brim, nearly overflowing with foam in the process. Sitting down at the table next to him, I filled my own glass and held it out to him. "Cheers! To a guy's weekend!" I announced, tapping his glass on the edge. I then grabbed two big slices of the pizza, and placed one on Joey's plate. Being teen and barely pre-teen boys, the next few minutes were largely silent between the two of us as we inhaled the pizza in front of us. I had four slices, while Joey scarfed down two, both of us refilling the big glasses of Coke until the entire first bottle was empty. I know Joey's mom had requested that he not be allowed to drink anything after dinner, but that didn't sound like a regulation I wanted to enforce. I knew from my own youth that bedwetting could be embarrassing enough without being reminded about it all the time. As I finished my last slice of pizza and wiped my hands and mouths with a napkin, I stood up and took both of our plates over to the dishwasher. Loading the plates in I turned back to Joey and asked "OK kiddo, what do you want to do next?" Joey lit up and replied "Can we play GTA? Mike always hogs it so I never get a turn." "That sounds like fun, let's go get it started," I replied as I started the dishwasher. Once again, Joey was bounding ahead of me up the stairs into the second storey den. I hit the top of the stairs just in time to see him take a leap through the air and bounce down onto the sofa. Despite telling me that he hadn't really practiced, Joey was really good at Grand Theft Auto. My parents never bought me a Playstation, instead telling me that I would have to save up for it on my own. This, and the fact that I really hadn't played a lot of video games since I was little and had an N64 meant Joey was even playing better than I was for most of the night. Even then, he accused me of going too easy on him to let him win. "OK" I said, "if you think I'm going easy on you, we'll have to see how well you can play blindfolded!" With that, I grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and quickly pulled it up over his eyes like you would see in a hocket fight. "AAACK!" he screamed, half laughing and half trying to fight back. He quickly threw his shirt all the way off, landing on the floor next to a discarded hoodie, and resumed playing the game with a victorious smile on his face. Once again, I was sitting next to this little boy angel, his skin tanned slightly more than the other day (probably from playing in the pool naked!) and just a touch of residual baby fat highlighting his features. Unable to help myself, I reached over and wrapped a single arm around his torso, pulling him in slightly for a snuggle. His soft, warm skin felt so incredible to my touch, I almost wished that I could stick my tongue out and taste him. Joey reciprocated and leaned back into me as he continued to play the game. A few minutes later, the stars in the upper half of the screen representing law enforcement "heat" were fully lit up, suggesting his character was under imminent arrest by the authorities. Moments later the scene ended with a violent takedown, and the game was over. "Do you want to play again?" I asked, fully willing to be the observer. I was just as content to stay snuggled into Joey rather than to play myself. "Hmmm, maybe we can do something different?" he asked looking up at me. "Well, what did you have in mind?" I questioned. "Can I show you something? It's a bit of a secret, but you might like it" he said with a bit of a mischievous grin spreading on his face. I nodded and he suddenly jumped up and away from me shouting "Come on here in Mike's room!" I followed him into the door across from his own bedroom and went into Mike's room. I had spent several nights on sleepovers in here, so I knew what to expect, and that was not much. The room was dark as the blinds were closed, but even with them open I knew there was not a lot of sunlight that made it in there. Every flat surface was littered with broken candles, ash from burnt incense, and crumpled school papers. The walls were covered in posters, but many had been ripped down and replaced with no real thought to the overall look of the room. On one side sat Mike's bed, unmade with only a bundle of sheets balled up in the middle. The mattress itself was heavily stained with who knows what. "Of course," I thought to myself "this is where Joey's mom wanted me to stay. I bet she hasn't been in this room in years. I'll bet there aren't even any clean sheets." Nonetheless, Joey made a beeline for the bed and leapt onto it face first, his ankle socked feet in the air behind him as he leaned over to the side facing the wall. I made my way over to the bed as well and sat down on the edge where two pillows were haphazardly placed on top of each other. Moving them aside, I uncovered a pair of black Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs, most assuredly Mike's. Looking at them closely, I could see they were largely covered in an unmistakeable "residue." I had found my best friends cum rag! Laughing, I put my index finger in the waistband, lightly flicked them over onto Joey's bare back as he had still not come up from whatever he was looking for on the far side of the bed. He let a little shriek out and yelled "Gross! Mike jerks off into that underwear!" before flinging them off onto the floor. I was momentarily surprised that Joey knew so much about my friend's masturbation routine, but I did remember Joey explaining that Mike made no effort to hide it in front of him. For a second, I imagined Mike there on the bed, jerking his own uncut tool off and finishing into the boxer briefs. My horny reverie was quickly broken when Joey yelped out "Found it!" and pulled out a magazine from under the bed. To my surprise, he had produced a copy of Hustler that Mike must have stolen from somewhere. Joey swung around so that his belly was still on the bed, but he was now facing my direction. "Mike never lets me look at his magazines when he is here" Joey complained as he opened the front cover. "Wow, I never knew Mike had any porn, I figured he just looked it all up on the internet!" came my reply as I began to focus on the images in the pages in front of me. The magazine was clearly well used, many of the pages themselves were crumpled, ripped, or otherwise damaged. I found myself wondering if it was Mike who grabbed the pages in such a violent manner, perhaps while reaching his own climax on the very spot in his bed I was sitting. The images ran the gamut from well endowed girls taking their clothes off, to adopting various erotic poses that focused attention to their pussies and assholes, to various equally well endowed men coming to satisfy themselves. One particular image had an enormous breasted blonde taking a man's enormous penis into her mouth, while another equally large dick was penetrating her ass. "Wow" said Joey in an almost whisper level of disbelief. Is that really what people do when they have sex together? "Well, not all the time" I replied, trying to sound like the expert in the room. "But sure, some men and women really like to do these sorts of things, and as long as everyone feels comfortable and is okay with it, then I guess there's nothing wrong with it." "Wow" he cooed again, transfixed by the image in front of him. I could see him slightly adjust his hips, as he was still pressed flat against the mattress and only propped up by his elbows. "Joey" I laughed, "do you have a boner?" His face turned red and stuttered out a quick denial, but I was too fast for him. I quickly grabbed his midsection right above the waist in a quasi-wrestling move, rolling him over before he could offer any resistance. Sure enough, there was a definite lump in the front of his loose fitting Umbro shorts. I reached out and gave it a playful grab, and it felt rock hard to the touch. Joey laughed as he tried to escape my embrace, and I lightly tickled him trying to get him to submit. Suddenly, he slipped from my grip and rolled over again with both hands making a mad grab for my crotch. He missed slightly, but I could feel one of his hands brush up on the side of my shaft. If I had been managing to control my stiffie up to that point, this was the straw that broke the camel's back. I felt the blood rush into my penis as it rose in a fully erection. Luckily it wasn't initially too noticeable, however that changed when I reached back over to tickly Joey's exposed back. "Haha, Will's got a boner too!" he said, trying to make another grab with his hand. His voice then quieted slightly, and he coughed to clear his throat. "Um, do you want to go back into my room? I was thinking we could do what we did the other day again... you know, if you want to." I swallowed with a bit of a gulp, I had dreamed of nothing else than a second round with this cute little kid since earlier this week, and he was into it too! "Sure Joey, we can do whatever you want." Joey slid off the edge of the bed, making a clear adjustment to the bulge in his shorts. He grabbed the magazine from in front of me and hid it in a fashion that made his erection a bit less visible. Being a middle school kid, I am sure it wasn't the first time he had carried something right in front of his crotch. I always laughed when I was that age and would see friends carrying their books right on top of their dicks. Nobody was fooling anybody. As Joey exited the room, I stood up, my own boner pointing sideways in my shorts. I didn't really make any effort to cover it up, but I was still wearing a t-shirt at least which provided a big of concealment. Walking in behind Joey, he put the magazine down on his bed and turned around to face me. His left hand was absent mindedly prodding at the bulge in his crotch. "Um, do you wanna, um..." he began in almost a stutter, but then, without carrying on, he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his Umbro shorts and yanked them down. Stepping out of them, he then lifted his left foot to slide off the white ankle sock, followed by the same operation on his right foot. Kicking the socks to the side, he stood in front of me with only his Fruit of the Loom tighty whities on in front of me, and an obvious three-inch tent pole protruding from the middle of them. Realizing that he was now nearly naked in front of me, and I was still fully clothed, I quickly made a move to catch up to him. First, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor, exposing my slowly developing teen chest. To anyone watching, now that my shirt was off, the protrusion in the front of my khaki shorts was now plainly evident. Deciding to keep the teasing going as long as possible, I next grabbed my sock from my own right foot, and slowly eased it off, taking my time and giving a sly smile to Joey. Finally, the time came for me to deal with my own shorts. Undoing the top button, and slowly releasing the zipper, the tip of my penis along with the white cotton of my underwear came pushing through. I quickly dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, leaving two boys clad only in white briefs standing in front of each other, both with clearly visible erections. >From here, I decided to take the lead, hooking my thumbs under the waistband that read "Hanes" all the way around. "On three? One, Two, Th" I began to count, when Joey decided to rip the band aid off and shucked his underwear ahead of me. As he stood back up, his little three inch cut cock was pointed almost directly at my face, standing at a 45 degree angle upwards. Not wanting to me outdone, I quickly dropped my own undies, my five inches of uncut dick springing back up, and standing straight out from my body. As we stood staring at each other, both of us unconsciously began to rub ourselves slightly, preparing for the fun trip that we were about to embark on.