Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2020 21:13:21 +0000 From: Fastbobby Subject: The Sleepover With Jack Gay/young friends This story is a work of fiction. It may include sex acts between underage boys and girls, minor incest and a consensual sex act between a minor and an adult. If this kind of story offends you, best hit delete now. If however you are more liberal than that, then please proceed. Any comments, suggestions or criticism would be greatly appreciated. bobby.perry11@yahoo.com If you enjoy stories like this than please consider donating to help keep this site alive. You can do so here... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html JACK I met Jack when I moved into the city and started school in a pretty tough neighborhood. Jack live just around the corner from me. They had a big old house and his parents took in boarders. Housing was hard come by about that time and my folks were renting a gloomy, one bedroom apartment above a grocery store. I slept on a small couch in the living room. I didn't mind this too much but I did miss having my own room and some privacy. When Jack asked me to sleep over one day I had no reason to refuse and my parents offered no objection. Jack's parents had no concern other than that we not make any noise that would disturb the boarders. Jack had his own room on the third floor. It was a small room and a large double bed occupied just about the whole of it. When we went to bed that night, I felt strangely comfortable. Jack and I talked for a little while in whispers, mindful of the boarders and the thin walls. Jack had one thing on his mind I found out. Sex. "Do you think girls are as crazy about our cock and balls as we are about their cunts?" he asked me suddenly in the midst of a discussion of the girls we knew at school. I was shocked not so much by his question as by his words. I had never heard anyone use the words he did so coldly or analytically although I had heard them before and knew what they meant. "I don't know," I answered honestly. I don't suppose I had given the matter as much though as Jack had up to that point. "Have you ever seen a girls' cunt?" Again the four-letter word shocked me but his question got me recollecting some earlier experiences I had on the farm. I had no reason not to tell him about them and proceeded to do so. "I saw my cousin. We used to play house. She was always trying to get me to take my pants off." "What did it look like?" he asked, his voice excited. In those days there were none of the girly magazines that cover every news-stand today and I suppose his curiosity was understandable. "Not much," I admitted. "It's just a little crease with a hole in it." "And she let you look at it?" He was amazed and excited. "She insisted on it," I said, remembering the first incident clearly. "Did she let you touch it?" I knew he wasn't going to be happy with less than the full story. "We used to play house. I had built a little place out of cardboard. I used to play soldier. Joan, that's her name, lived just up the lane and one day she came over and wanted to play. After we had played house for a while she said it was time to go to bed and just slipped all of her clothes off. I did the same." "What did she say when she saw you naked?" "She acted just like she had seen it all before, which I think she had." "And she let you touch it?" he repeated his earlier question. "She wanted to pretend to work at having a baby. She seemed to know all about the mechanics of it but when I tried to put it in her she jumped a mile. It must have hurt." "You had a hard on?" He sounded beside himself with glee. "Sure. At the time I didn't even think it strange but looking at it now I guess it's a little odd. It wasn't, like a sexual thing I was involved in, just play-acting, but I must have been stimulated or something because I was hard." As I talked to him about these things I developed an intense erection and my hand stole to it under the blankets. "What happened then?" I could sense the sexual tension in the room. I suspected that, like me, he was clutching his own hard flesh. "She decided that if one hole wouldn't work the other would. She turned over on her stomach, had me spit on her and stick it in her rear." "You bum fucked her?" He was incredulous. "I was seven," I said. "It seemed like the thing to do. I remember it felt very good. I started to push it in and out. I don't know if it was something she suggested or if it was a natural response but I know I started towards an orgasm." "You came in her?" His incredulity was growing. I suspect he thought I was making it up but the story was making him very exciting, and he wanted it to go on. "No. As I started to come I began to get excited and kept slipping out. A seven-year-old's penis isn't very big you know. I'd put it back in and start over again but each time, just as I was getting there, I would slip out again. My first experience with sexual frustration. At last, she told me that if I slipped out once more we would stop. I slipped out again and that was it." "You didn't come?" "No. I never really came until I was nine and a bigger guy in school showed me how to do it with my hand. Guess I couldn't have been too bright not to have put that together on my own." He lay for a while in silence. I was not surprised to notice that the bed shook a bit as he manipulated himself under the covers. I was as turned on by feeling this as I was by the story I had recalled and my own hand worked gently at my erection. "How often do you jack off?" His question came to me softly in the dark. His voice was strangely tight. "How about you?" I threw the question back at him, unwilling to expose my own private habits. "All the time." His answer lay between us begging enlargement but I left it there. "I do it every chance I get," he continued. "When I get up in the morning, at recess at school, first thing when I get home and every night before I go to bed." His voice had a tinge of sadness in it. I knew he wasn't bragging. I had never discussed these things with anyone before, so I didn't even know what was normal in these areas. "I guess I do it every day," I admitted. "Some-days I'll do it twice." "All I think about is fucking." His voice was forlorn. I suspected that he had queried other's along this same line and had found out that his behaviour was not normal. "Does it always feel good?" I was curious. One time when I was particularly horny, I had deliberately coninued to masturbate after coming. I was able to maintain my erection and achieve a second orgasm but it was quite weak compared to the first. I never felt compelled to do it again. "Yes, but each time I finish I feel the urge to do it again. Sometimes I do it three or four times in a row." I was amazed. Even I felt that there was something sad about this. "Have you ever fucked anyone?" "Anyone else, you mean?" "Well you can't count that he said. You were in the wrong hole and you didn't come." "There was a young girl on the next farm who seemed interested in playing around. That was after I had learned to jerk off. I guess I was about nine still. She was about seven. She didn't jump when I stuck it into her. She told me her uncle did it to her. I don't know if he was an older guy or close to our ages. Anyway, we did it every chance we got. I don't know if it felt good for her or not but I always came in a hurry." "You lucky bastard." I think he continued to think I was making it up but, if so, he went along with what he thought was my fantasy. I could feel the bed shaking as he pulled at himself under the covers. "Are you jerking off?" he asked. I had been trying to move my hand less frantically than he was to conceal it but given his blatant actions saw no point in denying it. "Yes." He reached over to pull the cord beside the bed and the overhead light came on. It hurt my eyes. He threw the covers off us, and we were both exposed. His erection, like mine protruded through the fly of his shorts. As I watched he put his hand back on it and began to stroke softly. My own hand, which had ceased moving when he threw back the covers also started to move again. We each watched the other as our hands worked our own flesh. I had not been involved in mutual masturbation since I was nine and had been shown how to do it. Between our talking and sharing what we were doing I was terribly aroused. His penis was exactly like mine in appearance. Neither of us was large. The glans was slightly larger than the rest of the shaft. We were both circumcised. "Have you ever touched someone else?" His question was an obvious invitation. "No," I admitted. He looked at me for a second then releasing his own cock, tentatively reached towards mine. I removed my hand as his approached. His touch was like electricity on me. He was obviously fascinated and excited by what he was doing. I kept looking from what he was doing to me to his own cock which twitched with each rapid beat of his heart. Finally, giving in to my very real urge, I reached out with my left hand and grasped him. His cock felt like my own. It was strange not to feel what I was doing to it. It was though it was my own but it had gone numb. This was partly allayed by the fact that he was still stroking me with fascination. "Let's get out of these." His voice was tight with excitement. In a second he had pushed of his shorts and was kneeling on the bed. In that position his rigid penis jutted towards me from his pale boot and legs. Like me, he had just started to sprout a few hairs at his groin. I was quick to follow suite and my shorts followed his to the foot of the bed. We kneeled facing each other and gazing at each other's hard cock, neither of us touching ourself. He licked his lips once, looked at my face then extended his hand towards me. I followed him move for move. He inched towards me on his knees until our hands, although on each other, were touching. His face was inches from mine. "That feels great." His words were necessary. I only nodded. "I love the feel of your cock." I nodded again. With a sudden but gentle move he placed his other hand on my chest and pushed me backwards. I fell back against the pillows, my hand releasing him as I went. He looked down at me hungrily. He continued to clutch me but he had ceased stroking. His own cock stuck straight up. I reached for it, but he slid backwards from me and in an instant lowered his mouth to me. His action did not surprise me. I had been feeling a similar urge, but the sensation that his mouth created took my breath away. I was instantly at home in a soft, slick, warm world. I gasped more at the surprise of the sensation than the act. He worked at me hungrily for a time. I was afraid I would come and I didn't want to. I pushed him back. He was kneeling erect between my legs. His mouth was a wet smear, his face a rigid mask of hunger. I rose to my own knees again and this time I pushed him down. Spinning around so that we were each groin to face I took him in my mouth. He felt like smooth, hard rubber. I could feel him take me into his mouth again. In an instant, driven by a desire I think neither of us had ever felt before, we were thrusting ourselves into each other's mouth. We both came within seconds. I felt his small spurts against my tongue and pallet and gave no thought but to swallow him. My own small eruptions were similarly taken. I was surprised to find that he did not slacken once he had come. Instead, he continued to drive at me. His erection did not subside and within a few moments he came again. His hunger and desire fed my own for I too began to awaken an quickly reached a second orgasm. I was drained as never before. When we withdrew from each other I looked at him a bit sheepishly, somehow ashamed at what we had done now that the passion was spent, but he was grinning broadly. "That's the most terrific thing I've ever felt," he said, excitement tingeing his whisper. He reached out and took my damp, limp penis, holding it gently in his palm like a wounded bird. His lack of embarrassment or shame quickly erased mine. When we crawled back under the covers, we were both excited by our discovery."We can do it anytime," Jack exclaimed. It's the greatest thing in the world and it doesn't cost a cent." He seemed to hug himself with excitement. "Look. I'm hard again just thinking about it." He pulled back the cover to show his reddened penis again rising high from his groin. I laughed at his enthusiasm and was amazed by his ability to recover so quickly. My own flesh seemed to have shrivelled to a nub. "You are the horniest guy I've ever heard about," I said. "Can we do it again?" he asked squeezing himself softly. "Jees," I said, "I couldn't. I came twice already." "Oh, yeah." Jack was obviously thinking about his own seemingly insatiable appetite. The look of sadness or disappointment was almost funny. "If you want I can do it to you though," I offered. "Great." Jacks big grin came back again. I found it surprisingly easy to bend over and take his hard, warm flesh in my mouth even though I was not being driven this time by my own erotic needs. As Jack lay back, eyes closed I played with his flesh, teased him and experimented. When I felt he was near to orgasm I withdrew and let him cool down. I stroked his stomach and thighs while he thrust into the empty air. Only after about half an hour of this did I take pity on him and bring him over the brink with rapid strokes of my hand on the shaft and my lips and tongue working as hard as possible on the knob. When he came he let out a cry that I was sure could be heard through the thin walls but I continued to suck at him until he cried out for me to stop. "God, that was fantastic." Jack lay on his back under the covers looking at the ceiling. "Jack," I said interrupting his pleasant thoughts. "You have to promise me you won't tell anyone." Jack had no shame or reservations about sex. I had heard another boy who had stayed over one night with him telling about how sex was all Jack thought about or talked about. I didn't want him spreading this little story around the school yard. "What do you mean?" Jack sounded injured. "I don't want someone at school coming up and calling me a cock sucker." This is our secret. If you want to do this with me that's just fine but if it ever gets out, that's the end of our friendship. Jack was flabbergasted."I wouldn't tell anyone we did this," he said. "I don't want to be called names either you know." "Our secret, then," I said, offering my hand to seal the promise. "Our secret," Jack said taking my hand and shaking it formally. Jack often had me sleep over with him after that, and we seldom got much sleep. We learned that if I could bring Jack off several times before we brought each other off together that my level of excitement would remain high until the end, and he would generally be sated by his third orgasm. I got to enjoy bringing him off more and more. He said he loved to feel my prick in his mouth and that it made it more exciting for him to feel me roused. One day Jack told me an older uncle had started to make suggestions to him about sex and had taken him into his house to show him some pictures he had. Jack said that his uncle had a whole boot of dirty pictures. This was jacks first look at a woman's exposed genitals and although he was highly turned on by the pornography he refused his uncles advances. Also, when he had a chance he grabbed a handful of the pictures and stuffed them under his shirt. He hid them in a box in his closet but was deathly afraid his mother would find them. The next week-end I spent at Jacks we waited until we were sure his parents had gone to bed, and he scrambled out to recover the pictures. There were only about a dozen of them, all glossy black and white photos. All the pictures were of just two men and two women. There were close up shots of coupled organs. I was surprised at the difference in the nature of a grown woman's vagina. I was not sure I liked the idea of all that hair. There were two pictures that fascinated us. One was of the two women with their mouths to each other vaginas. The other was of the two men and one had his enormous penis inserted in the ass of the other who smiled at the camera in apparent enjoyment. Jack and I laughed at this but later, with the pictures safely hidden away, it was obvious he was still thinking about it. "I wonder what that would be like?" he asked. "What?" "To be fucked in the ass, to do it." "From the size of that guys cock I bet it hurts like hell," I replied. "Yeah," Jack laughed. "They both had some dongs alright. I wouldn't want them coming at me with those things." Jack reached under the covers and touched my hard flesh. "That's more like my size," he said, squeezing gently. "Do you want to try it?" "What?" I asked, being deliberately obtuse. "Do you want to try doing it to me?" he asked in his usual no beating about the bush way. "I don't know." I was really horny. The pictures had really turned my on but somehow the act looked quite messy. "We might mess up the bed", I said. Jack apparently thought about this for a moment, then, without a word slipped out of the bed. After quickly pulling on his shorts he went to the bedroom door, listened for several seconds then slipped into the hall. He was gone for only a few moments before coming back and closing the door. "Got it out of the dirty clothes," he said holding up a dark brown bath towel. Scrambling out of his shorts again he pulled down the covers and spread the towel over the sheet. Then, flopping down on his belly he raised his butt in an exaggerated manner. "Want to try it now?" I had to admit I was curious but still something held me back. "You look rediculous," I laughed. "Just pretend that the smooth rear end in front of you belongs to Carla Anderson. You always wanted to stick your dick between her legs this is your chance." He wagged his behind seductively. I had to admit that when it came to behinds in kids our age there wasn't much difference between boys and girls. "Oh, Carla," I moaned softly, "I love to caress your ass." I ran my hands over him and cupped his flesh. Despite my attempt at humour the pretend game and the touch of his flesh started my heart beating rapidly. I straddled his hips and continued to run my hands over his body and calling him Carla. The sight of my hard cock inches from the soft orbs of "Carla's" ass was a real turn on. I took myself in my hand and began to run the tip of my cock over his warm dry flesh. Giving in to desire I placed it between his legs and lay down along his back. The feel of his warm body stretched out beneath me was a new thrill. I continued to pretend that he was Carla Anderson as I rubbed myself against him. "I Think you missed the mark." Jack giggled beneath me. "Shut up unless you can talk more like Carla, You're destroying my fantasy. "Oh, please Paul, fuck me, fuck me," Jack moaned in a feminine falsetto. Despite his effort at humour his words turned me on even more and I continued to rub my body against his and thrust myself between his legs. Jack reached back beneath him and placed his hand where he could feel me ramming into the base of his balls."You are too dry," he said."Spit on it." I too, felt the desire for something slipperier. I rose up to kneel over him and put a big gob of saliva on my cock. When I put it back between his legs and made a few thrusts against him the area became wonderfully slick. In my fantasy I was ramming my cock into Carla Anderson sweet body. Beneath me I could feel Jack squirm and thrust, obviously turned on by my activity. "Fuck me. Fuck me." Jack kept mumbling as he twisted and thrust himself into the towel. It was an immense turn on. When the area began to get dry, I again rose to my knees to apply more saliva. "Spit on my ass," Jack moaned raising his but and spreading his cheeks. I could see the small, brown puckered button of his anus. I hesitated a second then spit a large gob between his cheeks. Jack pressed them closed and open a few times spreading my moisture over the inside of his cheeks. "Put it in me, really fuck me." Jack's voice was husky with passion as he urged me on. Again I hesitated briefly but then put my hard flesh between his cheeks moving it back and forth. It felt terrific but I wanted more. Jack too kept pushing himself back against me bringing his ass hole to my probing prick. With both of us seeking the same goal we pushed against each other. I could feel some slight giving but then seemed to be able to get no further. I withdrew and this time spit a large gob on the end of my cock. Deliberately, I brought the head of my cock to the target again and began to shove. Jack reared back into me and I began to feel myself slip in gradually. Suddenly, I was past the tight stricture and slid in fully and easily. For a moment neither of us moved. I felt myself buried completely in my friend. The opening I had penetrated felt like a warm glove. Jack moaned and began to move and squirm beneath me. I was aware of his soft buttocks pressing into my loins. I grasped him tightly, running my hands down his arms. His muscles encircling my cock twitched and pulled at me with excruciating pleasure. I lay in bliss on his warm body, making no effort to thrust but wanting the pleasure to last for ever. Jack, however twisted and pushed and continued to moan. Suddenly, that great feeling began to rise up in my gut and I began to thrust into him. He was slick and warm and his anal muscles held me in their spastic grip. "Harder, harder," Jack squealed and grunted, then began to moan. I knew he was climaxing and an instant later I began to come too, placing my hard spurts deep inside him. It was a tremendous orgasm that seemed to go on and on. I lay as though in shock feeling Jack's muscle spasm around my softening flesh. When I fell from him drained, we lay unmoving for the longest time. "That was great," I whispered at last. "So that's what it feels like to be fucked?" Jack whispered in awe. I can't understand why the girls aren't lined up to give it out. It felt unbelievable." He rose to his knees, his cock still slightly hard, and looked at the damp stain he had left on the towel. He checked to make certain he had not stained the sheets and then, putting a small double fold in it, lay the towel back down. "Do you want to try it, Carla." Jack asked motioning towards the bed. I was entirely drained but felt obliged to let Jack do to me what I had done to him. I rolled over onto the towel and spread my legs. Jack wasted no time. He quickly spread my cheeks and spit between them. He began to rub the head of his cock back and forth briefly then began probing at his target. With surprising ease he entered me. "I think you've done this before, Carla," Jack said as lay along my back. It was a strange experience feeling him probing about inside me. I enjoyed his closeness but had little erotic hunger left in me. As Jack rocked gently back and forth and kept whispering 'Carla' in my ear I felt a strange peace. I knew from his shortened breath and suddenly rapid thrusts when jack was about to come. I tightened the muscles in my ass and held him as tightly as I could. With a number of deep moans he came again, spending his juices inside me. When he was through, jack rolled from me with a groan. We lay for the longest time without words. Finally, Jack pushed me off the towel and onto my back. Taking the already damp towel he wiped my slick ass and limp cock then did the same to himself. "Better bury this in the bottom of the hamper," he said holding the item at arms length like a dead skunk. "Good thing tomorrow is washday." Jack and I became very experienced at playing Carla after that. Whenever we saw her at school or heard her name mentioned we looked at each other and laughed. Carla used to look at us suspiciously but never mentioned our odd behaviour. Jack used to say that Carla had three cunts and as long as we had two of them things were 'A' OK.