Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 22:20:43 -0500 From: Full Name Subject: Tater Juice, Part 1 (Young Friends) Tater Juice, Part 1 by James T (savannahKid) This is the story of a friendship with Tater. Clay is a 15 years old teenage boy who is friends with Tater. James Truett is thirteen and everyone calls him Tater. No one knows where he picked up that name but everyone always calls him Tater. All boys think about their changing bodies. Tater was lying in bed in his underwear. Tater knew a lot about his body since he started growing pubic hair. His voice was changing and his cock had started to grow larger. He had not started to produce semen and could not shoot his load. Tater pulled down his underwear and looked at his growing cock and developing balls. The mirror on the wall provided a good view of his young body that had just entered puberty. He ran his hand over his new pubic hairs. He had just learned how to masturbate and his dick was his new best friend. His dad explained that masturbating was normal and most boys do it when their bodies are ready. Tater really had no idea when he would stop firing blanks and produce a real discharge. He thought to himself, "I guess I'll play with my cock." Tater started rubbing his teen balls. He would talk to them, "I'm ready guys. You could cooperate with me a little." He massaged them with his fingers. He knew that semen would be developing in them soon. He was anxious to produce his army of baby making sperms. He hoped it would start quick after all he was thirteen. He started talking to his favorite friend, "At least I can count on you. You never let me down." He knew that a hard cock was always available. All he had to do was ask. He got erections all the time. He would always be hard in the morning. Tater started stroking his dick. He started sliding his fingers along the underside of favorite friend. Shit, it felt better than good. It felt great! Today Tater stroked his dick with vigor. Each time his fingers reached the ridge of his cockhead he would lift his firm ass off the bed. He beat his meat. He liked to get `the feeling' in the pit of his stomach. He'd heard that when he was ready to blast cum he would get that feeling. Today was different. He had a strange sensation develop in his cock. It was different than any time before. He was afraid and thought about stopping. He arched his back with his heels on the bed. He was `bowed up' jerking like he was on an important mission. What Tater didn't know was his teenage balls had heard his request. They were about to cooperate with Tater and change him forever. His sensitivity became intense and overwhelming. Then he shot his first juice. He sank back on the bed. He was amazed at the feeling. He knew he would be doing this a lot more now. He looked at his milky discharge. He played with it and rubbed the small amount into his belly. He rubbed his recharging balls and said, "Thanks guys that was awesome." He now had Tater juice. He was proud. He could not wait to tell Clay. He drifted off to sleep. He was a happy naked teenage boy. Clay being two years older than Tater had started producing cum a long time ago. He jerked off all the time. He did it so much he thought something was wrong with him. His dad never told him it was a normal thing to do like Tater's father had. Clay was lying in his own bed also naked just `sort of' playing with his dick. He was horny and kind of day dreaming. He was thinking about his talk with Tater earlier that day. Tater told him he had pubes and that he started beating his meat. Clay thought back to when he first started jerking off. He remembered the first time he shot cum. It was about this time of the year and he still gets horny when he thinks of that day. Clay thought about Tater a lot. He was fearful that it was gay to think about his younger friend all the time. He tried to think about girls while he was jerking off but his mind always drifted to Tater. But for some reason he was curious about Tater. He could almost see Tater in his bedroom working on his erection and trying to get Tater juice. He remembered when his pubes had just started and he learned to jerk off. He looked at his full black bush now and wondered what Tater's dick looked like. He wondered if Tater was jacking off right then. Thinking about Tater was giving Clay a major case of anxiety. He was lightly stroking his tool as he was thinking of Taters bone. This wasn't right. He thought thinking like this was a strange fantasy. He wanted to see Tater naked and hard. He had to find a way but how does he get a thirteen year old naked without being considered a fag. Clay saw his pre-cum as he massaged his dick. If Tater knew about this, he'd think he was such a queer. Clay's dick was as hard as steel. He was getting pretty close to shooting his load. He kept jerking his dick thinking about Tater. He was stroking it waiting for the climax. Clay's semen suddenly gushed out of his cock and all over his hand. It was a big mess. He thought, "Shit now I'm acting like a fag. This is crazy! The next day Tater and Clay and Tater were in the front of Clay's house talking. Tater was excited and told Clay about finally shooting his cum. Clay was nervous because this fueled the fantasy from the previous day. Clay asked him, "Did it bother you that I have been teasing you about not being able to shoot sperm?" Tater looked at him and said, "Hell yea. I felt like a child." Tater grabbed his dick though his shorts and pulled it for effect and said, "But this big boy is a juice shooter now. No one can tease me again." Tater said, "You want to see this big boy in action? You want to watch me produce juice?" Clay was confused, "What do you mean?" Tater said, "You have wanted to know about my Tater log. You are always talking about it. I just thought I could demonstrate for you. That is what you want. Isn't it?"