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From: Marty.Womble@bbs.oit.unc.edu (Marty Womble)
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Subject: A Story
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Date: 23 Jul 92 12:26:27 GMT
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                          Whatcha Think?
 
 
    Michael stuffed his wet speedo's into his gym bag and closed
his locker.  Swim practice had been a real bear today, but he
really didn't mind the workout so much.  Actually he was pretty
good and he was pretty sure that the coach new it.  He was
faster than every senior on the team and being a year behind
them in school made him just a bit cocky.
 
    "So Mike, got a hot date tonight", asked Pete?
 
    It was Friday and Michael knew damn well that Pete already
knew that he was dating Donna and that they went out every
Friday night.  But he always asked, every week.
 
    Michael and Pete had been friends since.. well, since Mike
could remember.  They were the best of friends.  Both born in
May, only 6 days apart, their families had been celebrating both
birthdays together since they were in preschool.  They lived on
the same block, their fathers both worked for the same bank,
they knew just about everything there was to know about each
other.  Michael had no memories that didn't include Pete.
 
    "You don't think I'd go a week without getting laid, do you
pal", Mike replied with a grin.  "How about you"?
 
    "Fuck no," said Pete: "you know that Beth is visiting her
Father again this weekend.  My sex life has taken a dive since
the divorce."
 
    "Well, you can think about me while you jerk off tonight",
joked Michael.
 
    "I may jerk off, but I sure as hell wouldn't think about
your sorry ass", Pete shot back as he slammed his locker and
started for the locker room door.
 
    "We hanging out tomorrow as planned" he called back over his
shoulder.
 
    "You bet pal", yelled Mike, "you still got that new movie
you swiped from your brother"?
 
    "Fucking A, it's supposed to be really hot, call you
tomorrow", Pete's voice trailed off as the door closed behind
him.
 
    Michael gathered up his stuff and followed behind.  His
mother would be waiting for him in the parking lot.  Only two
more months until he got his permit.  Seemed like an eternity.
 
    Walking to the car, Mike's thought turned toward tonight.
Of course he would get laid.  He and Donna had been having sex
for several months.  It was almost to the point that his entire
weekend revolved around screwing Donna on Friday night.  Not
that he was complaining, but it had gotten a bit routine.  His
folks would be out square dancing (he was still embarrassed to
tell his friends that his parents square danced), his brother
was working nights, Donna would show up around 7:30, they would
talk for a few minutes, start necking, trade oral sex for
awhile, then he would climb on top and pump feverishly.  They
would both cum, go do different bathrooms to clean up, and then
watch T.V. until his parents got home.  His Mom and Dad could
never understand why these two wanted to stay home every Friday
night.
 
    Donna was not Michaels first, but so far, had been the
longest lasting.  Before her there had been two others, a one
night stand with Beth, long before Pete had started dating her.
After that Mike had dated Susan for a month or so.  Susan had
been incredible in bed and had done things to him that he had
only seen in the video's that Pete got from his brother.  But he
just couldn't get comfortable with the fact that she was nearly
five inches taller than him, so he broke up with her.  Pete
still thought he was stupid for that.  But, all in all he
guessed he was doing okay for not quite sixteen years old.
 
    Michael got up early Saturday morning.  He had promised his
folks that he would clean the garage and he always made good on
his promises.  He got along really good with both of his
parents, unlike alot of his friends.  And he really didn't mind
helping out around the house.
 
    The garage took several hours.  Between the dirt and the
mess and the fact that it was nearly 80 degrees in the garage,
he was filthy by the time he was done.  Walking through the
kitchen, he stopped by the laundry room and peeled off all his
clothes and threw them on a pile with the other laundry his mom
would get around to later.  He was the only one home this
morning, so he wan't worried about standing in the kitchen
totally nude.  He grabbed a coke from the fridge and headed to
his room.
 
    He closed his bedroom door and stood looking at himself in
the full length mirror on the back of the door.  He actually
liked the way he looked.  At 5'10" and 155 pounds, he had a
classic swimmers body.  Smooth, lean and muscular.  His hairless
chest rippled when he stood up straight and Donna told him
constantly that he had a great ass.
 
    There was only one problem.  One single thing that he hated
about his body.  His cock was small.  Now he knew that most guys
wished they were hung bigger, but it really annoyed Mike that he
could be built so well and be hung so small.  Even fully erect,
which it was by now, it measured just over 5 inches.  He had
measured it many times, always hoping that it would be just a
bit bigger, but he was always disappointed.  This was one of the
few differences between he and Pete.  Pete was hung like the
movie studs.  He had always been jealous and was glad that Pete
never gave him any shit about it.
 
    "Ah what the hell", he said out loud, as he slowly began to
stroke his erection.  "Donna never seems to mind".
 
    He stood there for several minutes, slowly stroking his
cock.  He liked to watch himself masturbate.  After a short
time, he was getting really horny, he walked over to his bed,
reached underneath and pulled out a beat up old shoe box.
Inside he kept his condom supply, and a jar of vasoline, which
he pulled out and placed on the bedside table.  He knew that his
mother would never clean under his bed and was once again
grateful.
 
    His dick was rock hard as he coated it thoroughly with the
vasoline.  It was a major mess, but he had never found anything
that worked better.  He lay back and stroked himself, faster
now, thinking of last night with Donna.  His left hand moved
away from his balls, and he slid a greasy finger into his ass.
He continued to stroke and finger himself for nearly ten minutes
until he finally came with a huge shudder.  Some of the cum
landed on his face.  He may be small but he had always shot a
huge load with alot of force.  He was sort of proud of that.
 
    Michael had never really felt guilty about jerking off.  He
did it alot, probably four or five times a week.  Add the nights
with Donna and he figured he had as active of sex life as
anyone.  Except maybe Pete.  He new Pete masturbated almost as
much as he did.  Like always, they told each other everything.
Pete never quite believe that he could shoot high enough to hit
his own face, laying there now, the cum ran down his cheek.  He
wiped it away as he sat up on the edge of the bed.  He passed
his mirror on the way to the shower, looked at himself and
smiled.
 
---------------
 
    He got to Pete's house about 8:00.  His folks were out, but
both boys parents trusted them together.  They ordered a pizza
and spent an hour or so bullshitting about swimming, school and
their girl-friends.  Mike found out that Beth hadn't gone to her
fathers after all, so Pete did get laid.  He went into great
detail, telling Mike about the entire event in a play by play
commentator style.  By the time they were done they had been
laughing for half an hour.
 
    Pete went off to piss and came back into the room waving a
video tape cartridge.
 
    "My brother says this one is great", smiled Pete. "I can't
wait to see it".
 
    He slapped the tape in the VCR grabbed the remote and
another slice of pizza, sprawled out on the couch and punched
the play button.
 
    After a few opening credits backed up with bad music, the
movie started right off with a classic fuck scene.
 
    "Holy shit", said Mike "They didn't waste any time getting
to the good shit".
 
    The movie, as it turned out, was really nothing more that
once scene after another of this guy, playing a private
detective, screwing every "witness" he questioned.  The movie
was low budget, the women had big tits, and the guy was hung
(although not quite as big as Pete, Mike thought to himself) as
usual.
 
    About 30 minutes into the movie, Pete said in a rather low
voice, never taking his eyes off the TV,  "Brother Mike, if I
keep watching this, I'll end up with an erection".  Mike could
already plainly see the bulge in Pete's sweat pants and found
himself wishing that his own erection was as noticeable, but
knew it wasn't.
 
    "I already am", confessed Mike.
 
    "Yeah, me too pal" added Pete, "Watcha think?"
 
    Pete knew very well what Mike was thinking.  This had
happened several times in the past.  They would be watching some
porn flick and both get worked up.  Then one of them would ask
"Whatcha think" and soon they would both undress and jerk off as
the movie played on.  It never seemed to bother either of them
much.  They both knew each other did it alone, so there was no
big deal doing it in the same room.
 
    "I will if you will" said Mike.
 
    "Let's do it", Pete said as he pulled off his shirt.
 
    The two teens undressed, and both were hard.  Pete was still
on the couch while Mike sat on the floor.  The sex on the screen
was fairly heavy, but Mike couldn't help but glance at Pete's
huge cock.  Pete's turned toward him and he quickly looked back
to the television.  They both sat there quietly, stroking
themselves.
 
    After a minute or so, Pete said something that really caught
Mike off guard.
 
    "Hey Mike, you want to do each other?"
 
    Mike thought to himself that he must of misunderstood his
best friend.  This guy that Mike had known forever.  This stud
that was getting laid months before Mike ever did.  Pete had
been with so many different girls he couldn't count them all.
Another guy, was asking Mike if he wanted to jerk him off.
 
    "Look, I'm sorry I said it", said Pete blushing, "just
forget it man.  I'm really sorry Mike, don't be pissed or
anything, please, just forget it."
 
    "Relax" Mike said, "It just surprised me, that's all"
 
    Mike realized, somewhat uncomfortably that he was harder
than he was a few minutes ago.  And from the looks of things so
was Pete.
 
    "Look Mike, I'm not queer or anything, honest.  You know how
much I get laid.  I don't know why I thought about it, I just
did."
 
    "Come on Pete, I know your as straight as me" Mike said
reassuringly.  He realized he was still stroking himself as he
was talking.  "But, well... I mean it sounds a little weird."  
 
    Neither one said anything for a couple of minutes.  The
detective on the screen was getting a blow job from some blonde
with very large tits, and no apparent gag reflex.  Mike was as
turned on as he had ever been.
 
    "Look Pete, if we do this, you gotta promise never to say
anything to anybody".
 
    "Who the fuck am I gonna tell Mike."
 
    "Good point", replied Mike, "I guess I will if you will".
 
    He reached up and put his hand around Pete's huge, hard
cock.  Mike was amazed at how big it felt and a bit embarrassed
at how good it felt.  His fingers wouldn't reach around it.  He
slowly started to stroke Pete.  It was at least ten inches long.
 
    "I can't believe we are doing this", Mike said.
 
    Pete slid onto the floor beside Mike and reached for his
best friends erection.  They sat there stroking each other for
several minutes watching the detective get a blow job.  Pete's
hand slid down to Mike's balls and he gently squeezed them.
Mike did the same.  For the next ten minutes, both boys stroked
and fondled each other, working themselves into an erotic
frenzy.  On the television the detective had the blonde on her
knees and was thrusting his huge member into her from behind
while she moaned intensely; however, neither Mike nor Pete
noticed.  They were both focused on each other, both nearing
orgasm.  After what seemed like an eternity (pleasantly) to
Michael, he and Pete came at the same time.  It was one of the
most intense feelings Mike could remember, he ejaculated for
nearly thirty seconds and with such force that his cum hit Peter
right in the face.
 
    To Mike's continued surprise, Pete licked cum from his chin,
leaned back against the couch and said, "You know, I never
believed you could shoot off as far as you claimed.  Guess you
showed me."
    
    "Sorry Pete", apologized Mike.
 
    "Hey, don't sweat it.  It was pretty impressive." and after
a slight pause he added, "although it was a bit salty!"  Mike
blushed, but didn't say anything.  He couldn't help but notice
that Pete's cock was still erect.  His own was nearly limp, but
seeing that Pete's huge muscle was still throbbing, his cock
began to swell.  He could hardly believe it.  
 
    Mike sheepishly ask, "Do you always stay hard this long?"
 
    "No", replied Pete. "Guess I'm still pretty worked up.  I
see that your not exactly giving out yourself!
 
    "I can't believe that I'm still hard.  Can I tell you
something Pete?" asked Mike.
 
    "Sure pal, anything."
 
    "You're huge!" Mike said.
 
    "Yeah, it's pretty neat I must admit" replied Pete proudly.
He reached over and once again began to stroke Mike's growing
cock. "Wanna do it again"?
 
    Mike smiled, laid back and enjoyed his best friends
attention. Yeah, it is pretty neat, Mike thought to himself as
he felt yet another orgasm approaching. Pretty neat indeed.
 

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