Date: Sun, 4 May 2008 09:37:29 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "The Hole in the Carton" By Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends ++If you are under 18, please leave immediately. The dishwasher arrived this week. The men unpacked it and installed the machine. "Gentlemen," Mom said, as she handed them a tip. "Please take the carton with you." "Sorry lady, we are not permitted to put used carton in the truck. You can leave it out for pickup." After they left, my Mom was real annoyed. "The bulk pickup doesn't occur except once a month, and the pickup won't be until end of the week. Greg, please drag the thing in the garage for the present." The dam thing was only cardboard, but it was pretty heavy. I pulled it to the rear of the garage and turned around just to see Eddie heading for my back door. Eddie is my age, fourteen. But while I'm a pretty nice looking person, Eddie is a nerd, but a nice one. We have known each other since first grade, but lately our friendship has gotten real tight. I think it is because we have discovered the mysteries of sex together. We watched each other get bigger pricks and watched as our little boy balls descended and became big enough to swing while we walked. Eddie was circumcised, me not, but we were pretty much the same size, 5" plus about l/8th. We measured very carefully; enjoying the handling, which we prolonged until we both nearly, shot our load. Yeah, we have seen each other rub off, and shoot. That started only a few weeks ago. We have been careful not to do anything gay with each other, but I know we both think about it. "Hey that's a terrific carton," Eddie shouted. We can make a club house out of it." "You're right," I said catching his enthusiasm. I turned the carton over in each direction, trying to decide how to proceed in turning into a kind of tree house, except it would be on the ground. I guess you can't call it a tree house, more like a ground house." Eddie spotted a perfect round hole on the side. "That must be so the delivery guys can hook something on it." "Yeah," I said, "But you know what it looks like?" Eddie looked blank, which wasn't his best look. Eddie had a long narrow face with a long chin and a long nose. Undressed his body was real nice, but that face......"It looks like those holes in the shit house in the park, you know with the queer stuff written around it." Eddie brightened. "You're right. 'Stick it in here for a blow job' and stuff." "Did you every do that?" "No way. You could get your dick cut off by some nut. Besides only old guys seem to be in the next cubicle." I realized I said too much and clammed up, but my remark wasn't missed by Eddie. "Hey Greg, I got a great idea, why don't I get inside the box, stick my dick through the hole and you can lick it." "Don't be nuts. Let's figure out about how to cut a door into this so we can use it." "Good idea. I'll run home and get my father's carton cutter. I'll be back in five, meanwhile you think about my idea." I sure did think about it, and so did my penis, that hardened up at the thought of playing with Eddie's nice flesh sticking out of the hole. We worked all afternoon and got the thing into a semblance of cardboard cottage. We painted a door know on the flat, and the words over the door "Home Sweet Home". We stepped back and looked. Eddie took a big breath and then said in a dopey singsong voice, "I guess it's time for me to go into my little home. I hope that someone will see my little schlong sticking out the hole and make me happy." Sure enough, he got into the box. It was tall enough for him to stand. I saw the side bulging as he leaned against it. Then I heard his nutty voice coming out muffled as he said, "Hey, look at this hole. I wonder what would happen if I stuck my dickie through?" I came close and watched. His half hard penis poked through and hung there like an ornament on a Christmas tree. As I watched, I moved closer and my breath got deeper and some air from my breathing got to his penis. "Oh yeah, I feel something," he crooned. His dick began to swell up and the foreskin began to retract exposing his cherry red, shiny inner head. It looked real cute, and I could smell a slight sweet/sour smell that was real familiar from our other exploits. He waggled it around. I went closer and swiped my hand over the head, feeling a little moisture escaping his piss hole. He let out a long m-m-m of approval and his boyish prick elongated and pulled the foreskin completely away from the head. I stroked the under part with one finger and his prick leaped up. More sticky stuff dripped out. I was captivated and really stiff in my shorts. I grabbed the whole thing and gently stroked him the way I like to do myself. I could hear him intoning, "Good, good. I'm going spew in a second. Keep it up." Now I put my whole hand around the five and one eighth inches of his fourteen year old penis and grasped it firmly and worked it back and forth vigorously. That did it. I heard a howl from inside the box and his dick pulsed and shot a long stream that just missed me. Then three more decreasing shots came out of the head. Geez, it was fascinating. Then the prick disappeared. I called out to Eddie, but no answer. I opened the door of the box, there he was, on his back, his still hard penis sticking up. His eyes were closed. I hope I didn't break something. I kneeled, and shook him. "Eddie, are you okay?" He opened his eyes and smiled at me. The boy did have real nice teeth, even though his face was homely. "Am I okay? I've never been more okay. That was a mind blower and....I guess a prick blower. It was the bestest feeling I ever had. Quick, you go in and I'll make you feel good." We exchanged places. I was a little shy about putting my dick into the hole. You never know with Eddie, but I was stiff as a pickle and had to make sperm soon or die. I pressed against the inside of the box and pushed my penis through the hole. I waited. Nothing. I bet the shit just went home and left me sticking out. But no, I felt some hot breath blowing on my penis. It made my penis jump with joy. Then I felt a wet hot something surrounding my penis. I wasn't sure what was going on but the sensation sent me into orbit. As the thing encircled my prick I could feel hot and cold electricity running up and down my back. I slumped in weakness from the intensity of the feeling and held on to the top rim of the cardboard for support. "Did you like that? That was a real blow job," said Eddie's voice through the hole. "Oh yeah. It was great. More please. Make me sperm." He resumed his mouth hot and wet and his tongue working all around the surface of my dick. I was moaning like a crazy person and then I stiffened as a cum like I had never had before overtook me. Shot after shot came out of my penis. Finally it was over and I sat down on the floor or the carton. Eddie peeked in. "Good, huh? You owe me." The next day we hurried from school and opened the garage door. No carton. "Ma!" I shouted, what happened. She called back from the kitchen, "Your Dad said he could use the carton at his shop and he took it in his truck." We looked at each other. "Oh shit, just when we had a great thing going," Eddie said, but then he looked at me. "You know I really liked making you feel good, and you do owe me too. Why don't we do each other at the same time." We closed the garage door and I latched it. We threw an old blanket down on the floor. As if by a signal we both shucked our jeans and lay down. Eddie twisted so that his feet were at my head and me the same way. It was a though we had rehearsed it. His penis was close to my face and mine at his. I said, "One, two, three." We both leaned forward and took each other's hard pricks into our lips. The rest seemed automatic. I sucked him and he sucked me and in my fevered mind I wasn't sure which was my penis and which his. He began stroking my bare butt. That felt real good and I did his. Stroking and sucking, filling the room with our sighs and sounds. I took my mouth away, "Eddie, I'm goin' shoot. Get away." But he sucked harder and I just let it go. I filled his mouth with spooge and he began to unload a moment later. We sucked each other even after, at least until it almost hurt. We parted. Eddie said, "You taste pretty good. I'll want seconds soon. You up for it?" "Take a look," My prick was still hard. End