Date: Thu, 12 May 2022 09:33:54 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wanting to Make the team (young-friends)

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I looked across at my best friend, Brad, who was fast asleep. What a
lightweight, I chuckled to myself. We were both pretty big Lord of the
Rings nerds, and we'd challenged each other to do an all-nighter,
watching all the parts back-to-back. It was only 2 a.m., and he had
already fallen asleep.
I'd often end up staying at his place on weekends. His parents were
barely ever there, and they didn't care what we did, so long as we didn't
trash the place. Brad is such a good friend. He is the only one that
knows I'm gay and the only one I ever trusted to come out to and not
freak out about it. Not even my parents knew about me, but I did know my
secret was safe with Brad. He knows that I have the hots for him too, but
as he is straight, I will always respect that.

The light from the TV flickered, as I watched him sleep. I really did
wish he was gay, though. The lights were off, save for the beam coming
from the movie, washing over his still body. Brad and I were both at the
top of our class in high school for wrestling, with me being the under-16
captain. In our school team, there have been plenty of times we got
undressed in the changing rooms together, and he would always tease me.
He'd take it slow, giving me plenty of time to ogle him. He'd look at me
slyly and wink when he caught me watching, and despite all that, none of
it ever ruined our friendship.

As I stared and dreamed, I heard movement from another part of the house.
It could only have been Ryan, Brad's little brother. I'd always had a
crush on little Ryan too. He was just like a miniature version of Brad,
having only recently celebrated his twelfth birthday the week before. He
didn't usually hang out with us; he mostly kept to himself. It might have
also been because we poked fun whenever he tried to spend time with us,
but we could be pretty mean to him sometimes. He'd actually cried a few
times when he was younger, trying to be with us older, cooler kids. As
much as he tried to be one of us, he was just the target of so much
teasing, and wasn't big enough or strong enough to fight back. Curious as
to what he was up to, and bored of watching the movie on my own, I myself
up and headed down the hallway.

The light was on in the bathroom as I crept silently by, deciding to make
my way towards Ryan's bedroom. Something in me was making me feel a
little more adventurous tonight. As I mentioned, I had a little crush on
Ryan. As much as we made fun of him, he was smaller, making him cute in
his own way. I wanted to see him. All of him. I was curious as to whether
everything else was smaller in the same way. I don't know whether it was
the sugar from all the coke I had been drinking, or the fact that this
seemed like the perfect opportunity for some alone time, but I was going
to find out.

I let myself into his bedroom, taking a seat on his bed, waiting in the
dark for his return. I heard a flush and got giddy all over. Here he
comes. His short footsteps were becoming closer as he returned to his
bedroom. The light was still off when he came in, so to say he was a
little startled when he found me in the darkness would be an
understatement.

"What are you doing in my room!?" He shouted, and his high voice
breaking. His little tortured spirit immediately suspicious that I was up
to something.

"Shhh, you'll wake up Brad. I heard you were up, so I thought I would
come join you and hang out for a bit."

Ryan was bare chested, wearing just a pair of yellow and blue boxer
briefs that hugged his upper thighs. His hands went straight down to
cover his modest little bump, not that there was much to see. I was only
wearing a black shirt and boxers myself, but he was much more exposed
than I was. Cute.

"Hang out?! It's like 2 in the morning! " He squeaked. "I only got up to
use the bathroom! "

"You usually never hang out with us, so I thought you and me could just
get to know one another. It's about time I got to know you. You never
hang around when I'm with Brad. "

"But now?! I just wanna just go back to bed! " He protested.

"Come on, dude. Brad is asleep, so it's just us. Go turn your light on
and we can chill out for a while.

"Ugh..." Ryan huffed. He knew he would never get his way. Seeing that
there was no changing my mind, I watched his curvy round behind as he
stomped back over to the light switch. His bum wasn't huge, just like I
liked them, just a small handful sticking out. I wondered how soft it
must be and wanted to just bury my face in it. What was I thinking?! He
was 12! Light flooded the room, and I could finally see him properly. He
still had his crotch covered, not that there was barely anything more
than a little nub of a point sticking out in the middle to see anyway.

"So... you're twelve now, huh?" I said, trying to break the ice.

"You know I am. You came to my birthday. "

"Yeah. So that must mean you'll be joining us at high school soon? "

"Uh, yeah. Next year, I think," he replied, back standing in front of me
awkwardly, his hands still covering his jewels.

"Oh yeah. Got a girlfriend yet? "

"No..."

"Boyfriend?"

"NO! I like girls. "

"Oh yeah? You reckon you can impress a chick with that teeny thing you
got down there? "

"Shut up. If you're going to just make fun of me, you can go away. "

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If you want to get in on the hunt with girls,
though, Brad and I could help you out. "

"Oh yeah? How? "

"Well, you know we are on the high school wrestling team. Chicks really
dig guys who are into sports. "

"Really? Maybe. What you guys do looks pretty fun. "

"You should! I'm the captain. If you want, I could check you out and see
if you would be the right fit. "

"What do you mean, check me out?" Ryan asked warily.

"Being captain, I get a say in who makes the team and who doesn't. Most
of the guys in our team are pretty strong, and you'd have to be too if
you were to join us. Otherwise, you would be flattened pretty easily if
you weren't good enough. "

"What would I have to do?"

"You would just have to show me a few things. Like, check your muscles
and development. "

"You mean like this?" he asked, raising his arms high and placing them
behind his head.

I had to hold myself from drooling. He'd obviously forgotten about
covering himself, as I could now see the imprint of his penis in front of
his underwear. I drank all of him in, his creamy skin all out in the
open. He was definitely a smaller version of his brother, but had no
hairs under his armpits yet, and his chest lacked any definition. His
chest rose and fell nervously, over a skinny rib cage, with a flat,
almost white belly underneath.

"Kind of. " I said, almost salivating. "But you would need to drop your
underwear as well."

"No way!" Ryan yelled. "Muscles are one thing, but I'm not showing you my
stuff, you perv!"

"Shhh!! I know I don't have any interest in your tiny little dick.
Besides, in high school, you're going to see a whole lot of dudes' junk
the minute you go into a changing room. I've seen your brothers and heaps
of other guys', and I'm sure yours is nothing special. If you make the
team, everyone is going to see it sooner or later. Me and your brother
too. "

God, I was full of it. His dick was ALL I was interested in, and I wanted
to see it right now! I wanted him to say yes so badly and so far, his
tired mind seemed hypnotized to do whatever I said. Please, Ryan, just
one more step, and let me see it. PLEASE!

"Ugh, fiiine. But don't go tell Brad or anything. It's obviously still
smaller than your guys. "

YESSS! I screamed internally.

He dropped his arms to pull down his underwear, pausing with his hands on
his hips. I think my heart stopped. "This isn't some big joke, is it?
You're not just going to laugh at my dick or something? "

"I promise I won't laugh. At high school, everyone gets changed in front
of one another. What better place to start than the safety of your own
bedroom? "

With a heavy-handed sigh, he peeled down his undies, discarding them at
his feet. He stepped out of them and then raised his arms back behind his
head. He was completely exposed to me at last. I'd watched him grow up
from a little kid, and I'd always wondered what his dick might look like,
and at last, there it was, just dangling there. What was most surprising
was that he still had his foreskin, unlike Brad. While Brad's was cut,
Ryan's was fully intact, with a generous amount of pale skin covering his
little peanut-sized appendage. His penis drooped across his small golf
ball sized ball sack, which didn't have a morsel of hair on it.
Everything was the same light shade as the rest of him, save for his
sack, which had just a tinge of pink to it.

"See? Was that so difficult? " I asked, giving him an encouraging smile,
but he was too busy looking at the ceiling to notice.

I glanced back down at his young cock. It was obvious he hadn't been
greeted by puberty yet. His small nuts were tiny compared to mine and
Brad's, and his narrow hips lent his legs to be thin and made them look
closer together. He fidgeted as I drank him in, his little penis bobbing
slightly when he went to scratch himself.

"Turn around for me, Ryan." I asked next. He turned carefully, mindful
that his undies were around his feet. There was that tiny tush of his
again, but this time with nothing covering it. It was just a little
curvy, but on his small frame it looked so inviting. It stuck out from
the back of him more so than the sides, his dark vertical crack hiding
his most private areas, his asshole. I wanted to see that too. "Good. Now
spread your cheeks for me. "

"Ew, I'm not doing that!" Ryan said, quickly turning himself back around
and covering himself again. "You've got to be gay or something if you
want to see my bumhole."

"I'm not interested in your gross bumhole, dude," I said, lying again.
"Spreading them will let me see the shape of your glutes better. You
know, the muscles on your butt. "

He grumbled and turned his back around, only this time spreading his
buns. Of course, I didn't give a damn about his glutes; I just wanted to
see what his little asshole looked like! I was still amazed that he was
still falling for all of my bullshit! With his cheeks pulled apart, I
could make out his dime-sized hole as clear as day. His moist little
starfish, usually hidden from view, was now spread open, pink and tight.
I couldn't believe my eyes were being treated to seeing his most secret
of boy places.

"There." Ryan said with all the gruff that a recently turned
twelve-year-old boy could muster. He kept his cheeks wide open, bending
his waist slightly. "Will I be able to join the team?"

"Well, your frame is pretty small, so you will definitely need to do some
work in the gym. You can turn back around. " As he did so, Ryan went to
cover himself again.

"What do you still want to hide it again for? I've already seen it
anyway. "

"Because! Why do you need to see it more? It's not normal to have my dick
all hanging out, and I'm still worried you're going to make fun of me! "

"I told you I wouldn't and I won't. Just keep your hands behind your back
a little longer. "

Ryan rolled his eyes, and put his arms back behind him. I could see why
he wanted to cover it again, as he was now a touch longer than he was
before. His foreskin had unraveled a bit, and the end was parted
slightly. If I were to crane my head, I likely would have been able to
see his sensitive glans up inside.

"You've got nothing down there to make fun of. " I reassured him. "You
just need to hurry up and grow some pubes. How often do you jerk off? "

"What the HECK does that have to do with making the team!?"

I feigned impatience, and I think he was still buying it. I was amazed at
how far I had gotten and wanted to keep pushing it. His confuddled mind
was falling for every nonsense explanation, so why not keep going?!

"Well, if you can, it'll tell me how close to puberty you are. Can you
cum yet? "

"I dunno."

"You don't know whether you can cum?"

Ryan just shook his head.

"If you can't, you'll be no good for the team if you're going to be a
late bloomer. "

Ryan didn't say anything, and just shrugged. I felt a little confused.
How could he not know? At his age, I was playing with myself constantly.
Did he really not know? His cherry red cock head was just starting to
emerge from his skin chute. His pee hole appeared moist, but with no hint
of precum even with all the attention he was getting.

"Sometimes my dick gets hard," Ryan explained, "but I don't do anything
because I might break it or something."

"Hah! It won't break. Trust me. Give it a go."

"You want me to jerk off right now? With you here? "

"Sure, why not?"

His shoulders dropped. His initial shyness seemed to be melting away, as
there was no protest this time. I watched as my young friend reached down
and lightly pinched the end of his foreskin between his thumb and finger,
and began erratically tugging on it. I was curious as it was no technique
I had ever seen, but not having a foreskin of my own, I waited to see
what happened.

As I sat and watched it seemed like it was taking him ages to do it. He
was tugging and tugging and, if anything, his penis was smaller now than
when he started. He'd made a few grunts and sighs to start with, which I
thought were signs of pleasure, but as he kept going, and his foreskin
started to look somewhat raw, he was becoming more desperate and
frustrated.

"It's not working." Ryan whined. "I can't get it hard with you here."

"It's because you're doing it all wrong. Do you want me to show you how
to do it properly? " I asked, offering my hand out in front.

He stared at my hand and thought about it for a moment, and then, while
biting his lower lip, nodded in the affirmative. I tentatively reached
out, not wanting to scare him off or give him any reason to change his
mind. I closed my fingers in, wrapping his penis inside of my hand. He
was so soft and squishy to touch. I'd never touched another boy before.
He was so warm too.

I gently moved his cock around in my hand for a moment, a plush squishy
piece of boy meat. I just did that for a moment, massaging him, letting
the skin move around it, letting his foreskin slide back and forth.

"How does that feel?" I asked softly.

"It's nice," he replied in a whisper. His cock twitched inside my hand,
and I could feel a rhythmical pumping. His boyhood was finally responding
and starting to get firmer again.

"Is it okay if I touch your balls too?"

This time I didn't wait for his reply, I just couldn't resist. I cupped
his little pink scrotum from underneath, his whole body jerking again
when I touched it. There was so much heat coming off of his wrinkled bag
that it was unreal. As I felt his tiny marble-sized orbs rolling around
in there, he closed his eyes and groaned.

The summer sweet smell of preteen boy sweat permeated the air as he
humped my hand in time with my strokes. His pole became extra hot and
steely hard in my hand, his foreskin peeling back as much as it could,
with half of his cherry red glans pushed out at the end.

"That's it, Ryan. Pretend my hand is a tight hole for you to fuck.
Imagine it is your first girl. Fuck my hand with your cock."

"Mmm! It feels so good! "

"Trust me, after your cum, you're never going to want to stop!"

"Ah! Yes! I can feel something happening! " Ryan cried.

"Just let it happen, Ryan. That will be your cum, building up. I can feel
it building too. "

I increased my tempo, pumping his member for all its worth. His dick grew
a little more, and I felt his balls retract slightly. His stem throbbed.
I quickly moved my other hand in front of me to prevent any mess.

"Ahhh, it's coming! Ah! Ah! Uh! Oh! Shit!" Ryan shouted, and a half dozen
meagre streams of cum pulsing out of his cock.

"Nice Ryan. Your first cum! " I said, catching his few splashes of
slippery boy cum in my hand.

His boy juice clung to my hand, slightly warming my palm. I examined his
little load puddled there, dipping a finger into the slippery clear
substance. This was Ryan's seed. I looked over at him. He was panting,
watching me play with his goo, wearing a wicked smile on his face.

"You should lick it!" He grinned.

"Oh yeah? You want me to lick your lil' peens juice? "

"Hey! You said you wouldn't make fun! " He laughed.

"Well, I guess I'll have to now as punishment. " I replied, staring him
in the eye as I dipped my tongue in. His boy honey tasted both sweet and
sticky. Ryan giggled when I made a face to feign disgust.

"So, do you think I will be able to make the team then?" Ryan asked.

"That depends. You want to have a go at jerking me off now? " I asked,
showing him my tented boxers.

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