mygayeroticblog: 2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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Randy and I were twenty-two. Fast friends since we were sixteen, we were products of our times. We'd grown up during the turmoil of the late sixties, sweated out the final days of the draft as the Viet Nam War wound down, and watched Nixon self-destruct. We talked caringly about these things--things social and political. We seemed so unlike most other guys our age who seemed only to drone on about the weekend's conquests or football scores. Over the years our friendship had been galvanized by differences we'd had, and had overcome.

There were times when I dared to think it. I loved him--as a friend with my head, as a comrade with my heart, but also in a different way. It was lust, and it was because he was a man. At times in the summer we would sit in our shorts, Indian-style, playing cards or checkers. I'd watch on the sly as the pink head of his dick poked through the bottom of his cut-offs. (I always wondered if he did that on purpose, seeking an edge in the game, sensing my concentration would be elsewhere!) I stored the sight away in my mind, as fuel for my fantasies. I could not tell him any of this. As open-minded as he was, it still seemed a risk too big to take. Life without his touch was hard, but life without his presence was unthinkable.

Try as I might to suppress it, the sight of him would always excite me. At the beach, I'd toss him a Frisbee and marvel at his muscles in motion. After a round of body surfing, we'd drag ourselves back on the beach and soak in the warmth of the sun. I'd lie on my stomach while he'd lie on his back, eyes closed tightly. I used that precious little time to let my eyes drink him in. A myriad of little details were in the picture before me: the tiny goosebumps sported by his deeply tanned skin; the heaving of his chest with each breath and the stretching his large round nipples under the strain; the blood pulsing through the veins in his neck; his baby fine hair wafting gently in the breeze; the pores in his skin and the fullness of his lips. His face looked so serene and inviting. I yearned to lay on top of him, to melt over him like butter in the sun.

It wasn't until our annual August camping trip, that I got the chance to drink him all in. We were on a day hike when we saw the sign. Made of thick iron, the letters had been cut out by torch. "NO NUDITY ALLOWED," it intoned. We two rebels just looked at each other and grinned.

God, it was beautiful there. At the bottom of the canyon, a small stream, inches wide, would on occasion balloon into a long, wide pool, flanked by reeds and shrubs on one side and high sandstone cliffs on the other. We spotted several of these pools as we walked, each one more secluded and beautiful than the last. Finally, we found the perfect one, and it was ours alone.

We decided to cross the pool to the rocks against the cliffs. Not knowing how deep the water was and not wanting to get our clothes and belongings wet, we stripped naked and wrapped everything up in our towels. Out into the water we waded until it became so deep that we had to hold everything above our heads and bounce off the bottom. Like waiters carrying trays of food, we made our way to the opposite side. Finally there, we climbed out of the cool water, and laid down on the warm rocks. Nude, rolled on our sides, we discussed our good fortune.

After a while we got out our ever-present magnetic game board to play some Chinese checkers. I longed to play with his dick, but at least I was able to let my eyes wander down to it. Previously shrivelled by the coolness of the water, it had now begun to grow heavy. If he knew I was staring he didn't let on, and after a while he drew one leg up, placing his foot on his knee. His balls shifted in their loose sack. Gravity siezed them. They rolled forward. God, this had to be an invitation of some kind, but it was so subtle I couldn't be sure.

Too quickly the afternoon slipped by and the time had come to head back to camp. We both had developed dark tans over the summer, but being bareassed in the sun was a new experience and, inadvertently, we'd burned our butts! Our shorts chafed agaist our tender skin all the way back, but it was a small price to be paying for all the beautiful sites to which I'd been privy that afternoon.

We'd found an out-of-the-way place to bivouac, so it came as no surprise when, arriving at our campsite, Randy declared it hurt too much to wear anything. I signalled my agreement and we again shucked our clothes. As the sky blazed orange from the setting sun, we lit a small fire, ate dinner, and rolled out our sleeping bags. The night air felt warm and refreshing, and made me feel acutely aware of our nakedness. Not yet ready to sleep, we stretched out on top of our bags for a little conversation and a few hands of cards. It was much like the afternoon, except now the flickering fire highlighted his light pink groin while the rest of his tanned body blended into the darkness.

The cards were dealt and a few rounds were played. It was Randy's turn. He started to chew on his lip in a way I understood all to well--his turn was going to take a while. He studied is cards. I studied his dick. The dancing firelight seemed to set it in motion. It was hypnotic.

"You going to play or what?"

"Huh?" I was caught. "God, please, help me now," I thought.

"We're playing cards. Remember?"

"You were taking so long my mind started to wander." It was a feeble attempt to cover the truth.

"Yeah, sure."

I had expected those words, but they weren't said with disgust. There was, in fact, the hint of a smile on his lips and a look of mischievousness in his eyes. I was more relieved than hopeful, but still, maybe I'd misread him all these years. We finished the game.

"What do you want to do now?" he asked. I always hated that question. Only one thing ever came immediately to mind.

"It doesn't really matter," I equivocated. I could dream about it, wish for it, but I couldn't bring myself to initiate it. "I'm kinda beat from the all the walking we did today,"

"Me too. I could really use one of your backrubs... if you've got the energy for it."

"Yeah, I could handle that." I always could. "Backrub" always translated to "body massage". It was the one intimacy that was allowed between us; a line we both walked up to without hesitation, but never crossed.

"I've got some lotion with my stuff. Could you rub some in? I think I overdid it in the sun today."

"Sure, get comfortable. I'll be right back." As I returned to him I couldn't help but think that tonight was going to be a night for the truth. We were both naked, he had caught me stealing peeks at his dick and was still willing to let me give him a massage. This was either a demonstration of his trust, or a demonstration of his desire.

I stood over him. I'd seen this sight so many times in my dreams. I knelt down and touched him. It was no dream. I squeezed some lotion into my hands and warmed it. Starting at the calluses on the bottom of his feet, I began working my way up his legs. His body relaxed under my ministrations. As I felt the firmness of his muscles, I marvelled at how they could present such a vision of strength to the eyes and yet be so yielding to the hands. I kneaded his thighs, but stopped at the fold marking the start of his buttocks.

I next worked on his hands, cognizant of the meatiness of his palms, the texture of his fingerprints, and the rigidity of the bones which gave his hands their potent shape and structure. But the power I knew to be in them was not in evidence that night. What was it about his hands that made them so sensual? We interact so much with the world by the touching we do with our hands. In those moments we were, in fact, communicating through ours. With his compliancy, he told me of the profound trust he had placed in me. Through tender touch, I told him of my unquestioned love for him. The messages were so much clearer than any to be heard with the ears or seen with the eyes.

My fingers traversed the landscape of his arms and back. The lotion imparted to his skin a satiny sheen that reflected the firelight. Finally, my hands were on his ass. The twin muscular mounds exploded with goosebumps when I spread the lotion over them. This was the only place that was really sunburned and I gave it special attention. Starting at the base of his spine, I moved lower, kneading his cheeks, watching them cleave in the process. As I moved closer to his legs, he repositioned himself. He was making himself more vulnerable! I wanted to plunge in, to live my fantasy, but he was more than just a willing piece of ass to me. He was the love of my life, and I wanted to see his face.

"Roll over Ran," I said gently. With no hestitation he did. I gazed down upon him as I proceeded to massage his feet and legs. His submission was unmistakable and undeniable. Soon I was straddling his stomach, leaning forward on my knees, exploring the ridges and valleys of his abdominal muscles. With each breath his ribs rose and fell beneath me. At last I molded my hands to his wonderfully sculpted chest. So broad, so muscular, I couldn't feel the ribs underneath. As I touched his nipples they contracted, forcing the nubs to attention. I felt his heart beat stronger.

Suddenly, I became aware of the heat between us. I'd already lost the day-long battle against my own erection and now I could feel a warmth--low and behind me. I turned to look. That for which I had wished so long was coming to pass. It was his cock, filling with blood, pulsing, arching its way towards me. I looked at his beautiful face below and leaned to touch it, to finish the massage. As I did so, his penis pressed hard against me. The blood rushed into my groin and I began to weaken. Attempting to steady myself, I cupped his face with my hands. I rubbed his strong cheekbones gently with my trembling thumbs. He raised his hand, placed it on my shoulder, and slowly opened his eyes. Through our eyes, the windows to our souls, it all was conveyed--the complete truth.

"Come here," he bid me.

I sank down onto him. My ass pushed back against his cock, almost seeming to cradle it. My own tool, roaring hard, was sandwiched by our warm, moist, lotion-lubricated stomachs. My tongue met his and our lips sealed around them. Heretofore content in my own mouth, it went berserk in his. I held is head in my hands like the sacred object it was. I felt the roughness from the day's growth of beard. "My God," I thought. "This is what it's like to kiss a man, to experience him with every sense there is."

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, as content as I had ever hoped to be. We were woven together, only our tongues in motion, but then he took the bottle of lotion and squeezed some in his hand.

"Hunch up on your knees, Bud." I'd always loved that term of endearment and I knew I'd love what was coming next. He smeared the lotion in my ass and then popped a finger inside. I moved back up to smother again his mouth with mine. His finger moved deeper inside until it pressed upon my prostate. I felt the release of fluid rush down the length of my penis and out onto his stomach. A moan escaped my mouth and I felt it reverberate in his chest. I heard the squishy sound of lotion as he stroked himself to full hardness.

"Do it. I've wanted it for so long," I confessed at last.

With one hand he pulled me forward against my weight; with the other he lined himself up to plug my anxious hole. Then he eased me back against him. I felt myself open up and then stretch wide as the head of his dick pushed through. In startled reflex, my arms closed tightly around him. We froze in gentle embrace until I could relax. Gradually, more and more of his rod penetrated me. My balls nestled into his cushiony pubic hair and I knew his dick was home. My heart pumped blood through the vessels in my tightly stretched sphincter in counterpoint rhythm to that of his steadily throbbing member.

It had taken years to get this far. I slowly sat up and looked at him. Full and deep inside me, he opened those angelic eyes and flashed a devilish grin. I began to rock gently back and forth. His chest rose, and with a low groan, fell. Our lovemaking progressed by slow degrees, and as our movements became more pronounced, he reached out with his hand to me, first touching my dick, then encircling it.

We rapidly approached the flash point. Our bodies glistened with sweat and our breathing had turned to panting. When the action of his hand upon me became more frenetic, I knew I was on the brink.

"I could do this all night, Ran, but if you keep that up I'm gonna cum!"

"Shit, man, we will do it all night! Nobody says you can only cum once a day. Let it go!"

So close to blowing my own wad, I turned my attention to him, wanting to bring him over the top with me. I reached down and felt his shaft sliding in and out my chute. I slid my hand down and cupped his balls. With my thumb, I pressed firmly where the spongy underside of his dick met his dancing nutsack. His whole body tensed and froze. I had gotten to his prostate the easy way. He uttered no sound, inhaled no breath, made no movement. He gripped my handle as if to keep from falling into some deep crevasse--but he had no chance. I gently squeezed his clutch of eggs, pushing him off the precipice, determined myself to follow him down.

I felt the first spasm of his meat and the explosion in my bowels. That set me off. My ass contracted around him as he continued to pump into me. We each fed off the orgasm of the other. My churned cream shot out and landed on his tanned chest. A small pool formed in the hollow at the base of his neck. The body that had been so at rest as I massaged it earlier was now unleashed, blasting its blueprint into me. Wave after wave of convulsive contentment washed over us. I collapsed against him, my semen serving as mortar, cementing our bodies together. Under me I felt him shudder one last time.

He made no effort to withdraw, but soon that terrific cock, which had been so hard for so long, began to deflate and, alas, slide out.

I straightened myself out beside him. Toe to toe, and tongue to tongue, we intertwined our legs, kissed, and propped ourselves up on our elbows. Neither of us said anything for a long, long time. It was a magic moment; we were meshed together at the waist, but that didn't seem to matter. We were meshed together in our minds.

Randy broke the spell. "You think you could concentrate on a card game now?" What a grin he was wearing!

It was quite a night for firsts. It was my first night of real sex. And it was my first night of truthful love. But it was also the first night of a certainty that we had reached a point in our relationship where we knew we'd be sitting together on a park bench in our eighties, never having drifted apart, always a part of each other's lives.

Night that will always be remembered

My Thirteenth Summer

All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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"Kevin. Kevin." My mother's voice and a knock on the door got my attention. I quickly pulled my briefs up, my boner still throbbing from the good feelings my hand had been giving it.

"I'm up, mom," I yelled, hopping out of bed and pulling on a pair of cut-offs.

"Good," she replied through the door. "Go help your dad and your brother load the trailer. We're going to try and get an early start and stop for breakfast a little further down the road."

I stepped into my sandals and pulled a t-shirt over my head then, grabbing my duffle bag, trotted down the stairs and out to the driveway. My brother Josh was standing there, looking stupid, his long red hair all mussed up and his eyes puffed up from sleep. The front of his gym shorts were poking out a little, making me wonder again how big his dick was and how much hair he had down there.

At fifteen, Josh was almost exactly three years older than me; our birthdays were only three days apart. We weren't very close, we each had our own room and bathroom, and he always, for the last few years anyway, wore gym shorts around the house, so I'd never really gotten a good look at his stuff.

I knew that it was kind of twisted to be interested in that, but I couldn't help it. I hadn't even given it a thought, other boy's dicks and stuff, until I'd started Jr. High, and had to start taking gym. They'd made some kind of mistake with my schedule and put me in a 9th grade P.E. class and the first day we had to take showers my eyes had almost bugged out of my head.

I mean, I'd seen other boys naked before. My friend Ryan and I had always taken a shower together at camp last summer. But he looked pretty much like me down there. His dick had been a little fatter and a little shorter, but his balls were tiny like mine and he sure didn't have any hair.

But some of those 9th graders sure did. All of 'em had at least a little patch of hair above their dicks, and lots had hairy balls too. There were even a couple of the boys that had hair on their chests. And their dicks were all different sizes too. There was one boy they called monster cock who had this ugly, veiny thing that hung almost all the way to his knees, and a poor kid they called stub dick. A few of the boys still had their foreskins, and they got kidded sometimes too. They picked on me a lot too, flicking their wet towels at me, calling me a baby and stuff. So I just hurried in, washed off as quick as I could, then got dressed as fast as I could.

But one day they'd been choosing up sides for touch football, and like always I was one of the last to be picked when this guy walked up to me and asked me to come run with him. His name was Bill Reynolds and he was on the track team. He told me that he had seen me run and thought that I could be pretty good if I worked at it. He convinced me to go out for the team and I made it. So after that I started hanging around with Bill in gym.

He looked just like I wanted to look. He had a patch of blond hair just above his dick, and a little on his lower legs, but the rest of his body was smooth. He was thin, but more muscular than me. I wished sometimes that he was my brother instead of Josh, and he seemed to like me too. We ran or did calisthenics during P.E. while the rest of the guys played football, and stood near each other in the showers afterwards. My friend Ryan accused me of having a crush on Bill, claiming I talked about him all the time, but I just think he was jealous. Both because a ninth grader wanted to be friends with me and because I was starting to get some pubic hair.

"C'mon Kev," my dad yelled from the open door at the center of the trailer, "throw your bag on up here." I tossed it to him and went over to stand next to Josh.

"Well, here we go," I said.

"Yeah, here we go," he replied, glumly. Josh had pitched a fit when dad had announced that the whole family was going to Mexico for six weeks. He started talking about how he was old enough to stay home alone, how he had his own life and mom and dad were just trying to keep him from getting his driver's license and a bunch of crap like that. Of course it didn't do him any good. I could've told him that. Sometimes he acted pretty stupid. Like fifteen year olds get to stay alone at home for six weeks all the time.

I didn't really want to go either, but knew I had to so I tried to act enthusiastic and make mom and dad happy. I really needed to spend a couple of weeks at scout camp: I needed to get five more merit badges by the fall so I could get Eagle, and sometimes I thought about seeing Ryan in the shower again. I would also have been cool to run with Bill. But Dad knew all that, and that's why we were only going for six weeks. I'd get to go to the last two weeks of camp, Josh would get his license long before school started, and mom and dad would get the thrill of having a family vacation.

After about an hour of running around and forgetting things we all climbed into the Suburban and pulled out of the driveway, on our way to family fun.

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Dad was wearing chinos, a blue pocket-t, snakeskin boots with a matching belt. His hair looked a little scraggly under the big straw cowboy hat that Josh hated him to wear, but his beard and moustache were trimmed until they were pointy.

Mom had on a yellow sun dress with a matching floppy hat. She wore her hair, red like Josh's, pulled back into a pony tail and always looked prettiest when she didn't have on any makeup.

Josh still had on his tight fitting Addidas gym shorts, which matched his shirt and his shoes. Even though he didn't run, he was always wearing Addidas stuff. Most of the time he wore running shoes, jeans, and a flannel shirt, just like all the other guys he hung around with. His skin was pale, with just a few freckles on his face. He had long eyelashes and I noticed that he was starting to get some hair down on his lower legs and that started me wondering about his dick and balls again.

I had on cut-offs, this cool Mexican shirt I got at the head shop at the mall, and these sandals that had a sole that was made out of an old tire. I had blond hair and was just starting to get a tan.

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The trip got off to a good start. The Suburban was really comfortable to ride in and the trailer was much more comfortable than our old truck camper. We headed south down to the Yucatan peninsula first; my dad really had this thing about Mayan ruins. About four weeks into the trip we were at Mexico city, and everybody, dad included, decided that we'd had enough antiquities for the summer and would spend our last couple of weeks on the beach.

The only thing I didn't like was having to share a bed with Josh.

Mom and dad had a little bedroom at the back end of the trailer, and we had to sleep on the dinette which collapsed into a bed. It was plenty big enough, and Josh usually didn't smell any worse than I did, but I was afraid to jerk off with him laying that close to me. Occasionally I would sneak off to a campground bathroom and rub myself until the good feelings came, but not nearly as much as I had done it at home.

Maybe that's why I started having those dreams. I would be in the shower with Ryan or Bill or sometimes both and we would move close to each other and I'd wake up with my heart pounding and my dick straining against my shorts.

Well, anyway, the night before we left for the beaches on the Pacific coast I had a real doozy of a dream. It was me and Bill taking a shower again and we moved closer and closer to each other until we were rubbing our hard things together. It felt really great and I must have been tossing and turning a lot because suddenly I heard Josh kind of yell, "Oh Fuck," waking me up.

I realized that I had scooted all the way over to his side of the bed because he was pressed up against my back, so hard that I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my ass cheeks. I quickly rolled over to my side, but not before I felt something wet on the back of my undershorts. I figured it must have been sweat.

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The third day we were at the beach I was getting kind of bored. As usual, my folks had picked the most deserted place in the world, and there were nothing but old retired people in the campgrounds. Josh was acting really weird, looking at me funny, and even wearing his gym shorts to bed, so I was left pretty much on my own. That afternoon I'd come back from my walk along the beach to discover a VW camper parked next to our trailer. Sitting behind it was a brown haired boy, about my age, rubbing some sun tan lotion on his already brown legs.

"Hey dude," he said, "that your folks' trailer?" I told him it was and we talked for a while. He told me that his name was Randy, he was from Bakersfield, California, was thirteen, and was traveling with his brother and his brother's girlfriend. He seemed all right and we agreed to meet the next morning to go exploring for a while.

The next morning we'd taken off, heading down the beach, stopping every once in a while to take a swim. About 10 we were getting thirsty and we stopped at this little stand to buy a coke. There were a bunch of little shelters there, facing the beach, and we found an empty one and sat in it looking at the water and drinking our drinks.

"I can get a girl pregnant," Randy said, out of the blue. "Can you?"

"No," I replied, a little embarrassed to admit that I wasn't shooting yet, and finding it weird to even talk about the subject. "At least I guess not."

"Well, you're only twelve," he replied with the smugness six months can give you when you're that age. "I didn't do it 'till after my thirteenth birthday either."

He was laying there with his legs stretched out, and I couldn't help but notice as he reached down and gave his dick a squeeze through his cut-offs.

I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, not just because Randy was talking about sex, but because my own dick was so hard that it felt like it was going to break off. I stretched my own legs out and tried to inconspicuously adjust myself.

"I'm really horny," Randy said, as if it was a normal thing for two boys to talk about. And, for all I knew, maybe it was in California.

"I usually jerk off two or three times a day," he continued, "but sleeping in the van with my brother and Suzy is really cramping my style." He started to rub his crotch more forcefully.

"I know what you mean," I said. He stood up and poked his head out of the entrance to the shelter. When he turned back toward me I could see his dick clearly through the faded material of his jeans.

He gave his hard on a rub. "You want to do it?" he asked, looking directly at my crotch.

"What," I said, startled, excited, my heart beating. "Here? With you?" My voice choked; my mouth was dry.

"Yeah, sure," he replied. "My buddy's and I do it together all the time back home." He groped himself more forcefully. "There's nobody around."

I watched in amazement as he unsnapped his cut-offs and pulled the zipper down, revealing a triangle of white underneath. He plopped down on the sand beside me, and pushed, as I watched intently, the elastic band of his briefs downward, revealing first a little bush of brown pubes, then, with a pop, his proud, stiff penis, its head glowing bright red. He grabbed it between his thumb and fingers and gave it a stroke. "Geez, that feels good," he said. He looked right at my crotch. "Aren't you going to do it," he asked.

I felt like I was in a trance as I unfastened my shorts and pulled my own dick out. I matched Randy stroke for stroke, fascinated by his technique, as he worked his hard penis. I didn't take long for that feeling to start building up, that delicious pain that caused my whole body to shudder when it peaked, then ebbed away. Just as I crested I watched Randy tense up, his hand squeezing his cock as a glob of white cream oozed out of the tip, followed by a spurt of clear liquid. He sat there, frozen for a minute as I continued to stroke my own cock, then he started to put his away.

"Sorry man," he said, with a sheepish grin on his face. "Once you start to shoot, once is all you can do. You have to take a break for a while."

"O.k.," I replied, kind of shrugging my shoulders and sticking my still hard prick back into my shorts.

We were kinda quiet as we walked back to the campground, but we did arrange to meet again after lunch.

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When I got to the trailer, mom, dad, and Josh were already sitting around the dinette, eating some sandwiches. I slid in beside Josh and started to make myself a B.L.T.

"Did you have a good time?" my mom asked.

"Yes'm," I replied. "Randy's real nice."

"Is he?," Josh said, in the funny way he did sometimes. "How nice is he? What kind of games did you play?"

I didn't really know what to say to that so I didn't say anything. My dad started making those harrumphing noises he does when he has something important to say so I turned toward him.

"Well Kevin," he said. "I'm sorry to have to say this, with you just meeting a new friends and all, but we have to be on our way tomorrow."

I kinda shrugged and said o.k. I was having fun with Randy, but it wasn't like we were best friends or anything.

When I met him after lunch we walked down the beach in the opposite direction from what we had that morning. I told him that we were leaving the next morning and he said he was sorry to see me go.

This part of the beach was really deserted and we walked for about half an hour without seeing anyone. He pulled off his t-shirt while we were walking, so I pulled off mine too. Randy was a little more stocky than me, and had some hair under his arms. The coolest thing about him, though, was his tits. They looked kind of puffy, all poked out, and for some reason I wondered if they would feel good to play with.

Randy dropped his shirt and towel, kicked off his sneakers, and then turned to me with a wicked grin. "Feel like going skinny dipping?" he asked. He dropped his shorts and briefs in one swoop and ran down into the surf. I liked the way his butt was really pale compared to the rest of his body.

I took a look around and shrugged my shoulders. It wouldn't hurt me to get naked. I dropped my cut-offs and ran out to where Randy was standing in the waist deep water taunting me.

I jumped on him and he grabbed me and next thing I knew we were wrestling in the surf, our smooth bodies sliding against each other in the warm water. It felt really great and you can bet I had a hard on. We fooled around for about half an hour than went back to where our clothes were. Randy spread out his towel and sat down on it and I sat down beside him.

"That was fun," he said.

"Yeah," I replied, looking down at his lap where his hard little cock was sticking straight out. "What we did this morning was fun too."

I giggled and gave my own boner a squeeze.

Randy wriggled around on the towel until our sides were touching. "Kevin," he said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Me and my friends at home," he said hesitantly. "Sometimes, we .... help each other out."

"How?"

"Well, we jerk each other off," he said. "But if you don't want to, that's o.k."

I didn't say anything, but just reached over with my right hand a gently touched his hard dick. He gave out kind of a gasp and reached for mine. It was great. His hand was soft and his rhythm was different than mine so I never knew what to expect. And his prick felt really good in my hand too, kind of hot and hard and soft all at the same time.

It was kind of nice the way we were sitting too. He had his head leaning on my shoulder, and our cheeks were rubbing together. It felt really good to be close to somebody like that. I was thinking about kissing him but he gave a little jerk and I saw the stuff running out of his dick again.

I was curious. It ran down on to my hand and felt warm. I lifted my hand to my face and gave a sniff. Nothing. With the tip of my tongue I licked it. There was a salty taste, but I don't know if it was Randy's stuff or the sea water.

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A few days after we got home, dad took me down to this Methodist church where I was supposed to meet the troop I was going to camp with, since mine had gone earlier in the summer. There were some kids I knew from school there, and I was talking to them when Ryan showed up. It turned out that he had gone to camp with a different troop every week this summer. We didn't even have to decide to tent together.

The first night after the campfire, we laid around in our tent is just our undershorts telling each other about our summers. Ryan told me about this kid named Blake that was our age and new to the troop who he'd been hanging out with. I told him about meeting Randy, but not about what we'd done together. Ryan and I had never talked about jerking off or anything before, and I wasn't sure how he would handle it.

After a while we got quiet and I must have drowsed off. I woke up and heard a rhythmic squeaking sound. I was laying on my back with the sheet kicked off, and when I turned my head toward Ryan's bed I got a surprise. He was sitting on the edge of his bunk, his briefs around his knees, playing with his fat wiener and staring straight at me.

Not wanting to startle him, I slowly slid my hand down to my own hard prick and started to play with it. I pulled it out of my jockey's and started to fist it pretty good.

He started to speed up the strokes on his own cock, and we watched each other for quite a while.

The next morning we got up bright and early and went down to take a shower. We were standing there, looking at each other as the warm water rolled over our backs and I decided to make a little joke. "Looks like your winky got quite a work out last night, its kind of red."

Ryan glared at me and turned around and turned off his shower.

"Don't talk about," he hissed. "Don't you ever talk about it." He grabbed his towel and stormed out of the shower room. I figured that that was the end of our jerk off games.

But I was wrong. That night he didn't even wait as long before he was sitting on the edge of his bunk, watching me watching him, both of us playing with our dicks.

It was an o.k. week at camp. I earned merit badges in rowing, canoeing, nature, lifesaving, and archery and finished all my requirements for Eagle.

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I'd been home from camp for about three days when the front door bell rang. I opened it and there stood Bill.

"Hey man," I said. "I was going to give you a call and see if you wanted to go running."

"Oh, hi Kevin," he replied. "I thought you were still at camp."

I was kinda surprised. If he thought I was still at camp, what was he doing here? Just then Josh came bounding down the stairs. "Hey Bill," he exclaimed. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, sure," Bill said as he followed my brother out to the family's old station wagon. "See you around, Kevin."

Later that week I was up in my room, laying in bed and having a leisurely jerk off. I was thinking about Bill, and Ryan, but mostly Randy and the feeling was really building up strong. I thought about the time I had tasted Randy's stuff, and suddenly it felt like something caught down there. Next thing I knew there was a spurt, then another one, then a dribble coming out of my dick and it felt so good that I had to stop.

Randy had been right about two things. One, once you shot you had to stop for a while. Two, turning thirteen makes all the difference. I shot my first load three weeks and two days after my thirteenth birthday.

My First Sexual Experience

My First Gay Sex with my Scout buddy

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Steve had moved to my town when I was about 10 years old. He was a member of the Boy Scout troop I belonged to. My first experience with him was several years later when we were 13 years old.

We were both working towards our Swimming Merit Badges and went to a college several miles away that had an indoor pool, as this was the winter and our public pool was closed for the season. Once a week we would go to the college pool for our instruction in Life Saving.

We always got adjoining dressing booths so we could talk while getting ready. One week when we had finished the two hour course I decided to join him in his booth as we were getting our suits off and changing into our street clothes after showering. We were both standing naked and very close to each other. His cock was good sized for a 7th Grader and mine wasn't too bad either. His was about 5" soft and mine was 4-1/2" soft. We just stood there looking at each other and I mentioned that his dick was quite nicely shaped. Suddenly I reached out and grabbed his cock and squeezed it softly, then he looked at me and reached over and started squeezing mine also. It felt really good and we both started to get hard immediately.

Steve looked over at me and said: "Jeff this really feels great! Does yours feel good too?"

I answered: "Boy Steve, your making me get real hard by your squeezing my dick!"

We started to stroke each others cock until we were fully erect. We continued for a minute or so until we both a had little droplet of pre-cum on our cocks. I suddenly felt like I had to come and said that I needed to get dressed. We let go of each other's cocks and I went next door to my booth to get dressed.

I was still really horny and had a raging hard-on so I decided to jack off and use the swim towel to catch the squirts that I knew my cock would spit out. I leaned back against the wall of the booth and started stroking my cock for several minutes... suddenly I heard a cough and opened my eyes, looked up and there was Steve watching jack-off!

I said: "Oops... looks like you caught me!"

Steve said: "I didn't realize you were that horny for me!"

I said: "Your stroking my cock and me looking at yours made me so hot I have to finish what we started."

At that moment I came with big spurts of boy cum spurting all over the swim towel I stood over.

He said: "Cool!"

I immediately cleaned up and got dressed, in the meantime Steve got dressed too. We headed out to the waiting car where we were to get a ride home. On the way Steve mentioned to another friend that he had caught me jacking off, which pissed me off. But nothing else was said by the other friend, other that giggling, and so we loaded up and went home

Several months went by and it was fall semester in the 8th grade at the junior high school Steve and I both attended. One afternoon I asked him if he wanted to come over after school and watch TV or mess around with my new shortwave radio I had gotten that summer. He said: "Why not, nothing else to do."

My parents both worked and would not be home until around 6:00 PM that night. We got to my house around 3:30 PM and went up to my room where my radio was and started listening to various stations like Voice Of America, Radio Moscow, etc. Since this was the mid-60's it was still the Cold War going on and we it kinda cool to listen to Radio Moscow. After about a half-hour we both got bored and Steve asked what we could do next. I told him I had an old Playboy magazine I kept hidden that my brother gave me before he left for the college that summer.

We both sat on the bed and started looking at the pictures of the girls in the magazine. I suggested we lay down next to each other and both hold the magazine while thumbing through the pages. After several minutes I started getting real horny and told Steve that my cock was really hard. He mentioned his was hard too.

I said: "Well, why don't we take our cocks out and compare them to the last time we saw each other?"

Steve said: "Hmmm, sounds like fun. I'll bet your has grown some like mine has."

We both unzipped our jeans and took out our hard, throbbing cocks. Wow was I ever surprised by the size of Steve's cock. It had grown at least two more inches and was thick. I was about the same only about and inch longer though and mine had a nice big head on it with a slight upcurve toward my belly. It was pink and tan with the bulbous head a reddish-purple color. Steve's cock was straight and a small head on it, then it got thicker and darker toward the base. His balls were smaller than mine and stayed tight up against his cock. I had always had big, egg-shaped balls that hung low.

"Hey, do you jack-off much?" I asked Steve.

He said: "Not much, I would to do it more often but I'm afraid I'll get caught, so I do it in the shower about twice a week."

I told him that I jack-off about everyday, when I get the chance sometimes twice a day. He was impressed and asked me if we could jack-off together.

I answered: "Sure, why not we're both hard and ready."

We started stroking our own cocks for a minute or so. We were really hard and our cocks stood up like stiff fleshy rods.

After a bit I asked Steve if I could feel his cock and he said I could. So I grabbed it and started stroking him the way I do mine, real slow and along the full length of it.

He moaned softly and said: "You really know how to play with a cock. This feels great! Let me jack yours too."

He grabbed my cock and started doing me like that way I was doing his. It felt really good and pre-cum was starting to appear on both our piss slits. I reached with my finger and took the drop off his cock head and tasted it. It was sweet and salty at the same time.

He asked: "Ewww, what does it taste like?"

I told him and asked if he wanted to taste mine, and he said okay. He reached his finger onto my piss slit and then put it in his mouth.

"Not bad, kinda sweet and salty. Not as bad I thought." He told me.

Feeling rather horny and also adventuresome, I asked him if I could taste what his dick tastes like. He told me okay, but he wanted us both to get naked so we could be more comfortable. I agreed and we both quickly stripped off our clothes until we were both buck naked and hard-ons raging. We both lay back on the bed and next to each other. Since it was a twin bed we were really close and could feel the heat of our bodies as we lay and waved our cocks at each other. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, slowly licking the head and the frenum underneath. It tasted a slightly salty and had that familiar boy/man odor of sweat and cock. I took more of it into my mouth and started sucking him like there was no tomorrow. He was moaning softly and told me that it felt really good, better than he thought it would feel like. I kept up my oral ministrations on his beefy cock, even getting a little bit of pre-cum to taste again.

Suddenly he blurted out: "I want to taste your cock now, Please?" I pulled off and lay back down on the bed, and he leaned over started sucking my cock with greedy slurps and licking it also. My pre-cum was bubbling up like crazy and he was savoring the flavor of it. I could tell by his moaning and he pulled off my cock telling me how much he liked the taste of it. He went back down and started sucking with a passion now. I started to reach the edge of no return and told him I was about to come. He pulled off and jacked me until I was spurting hot squirts of teen cum all over my belly and chest. He was really fascinated by all this and we used my socks to clean me up.

I told him that was really great. I asked: "May I suck yours now again so you can cum too?"

He replied: "I was hoping you would... please suck me! I am so hard I can't stand it!"

I went down on his cock and went to work with my lips and tonguing him like crazy. He was writhing and moaning and moving his hips in time with my head bobbing up and down on his hot, engorged shaft. His cock was really drooling pre-cum now and it was pulsating like crazy. He told me he was going to shoot, but I must have pulled up a little late `cause some of his cum hit the back of my mouth and then spurted all over his chest and part of his chin. We cleaned up and lay back to get our breath back. Funny thing though, we both still had raging hard-ons even though we both just had fantastic orgasms.

We started talking and he wondered what it feels like to fuck. I told him I had been wondering what it would be like too. We both looked at each other in the eyes and realized that we both wanted to fuck each other. Since we were both virgins and had never fucked another guy we talked about what position would be best. I told him maybe one lies on his stomach while the other mounted him from above.

I said: "Maybe we should use something to make it slippery back there so it will be easier to get our cocks in."

Steve asked: "What should we use? Spit maybe or something else?"

I replied: "I have some hand lotion on the dresser. Let's use it."

"Okay, but who gets to fuck first, me or you?"

I told him: "You can go first!"

"Wow, Okay where's that lotion at?"

He got the bottle off the dresser and put some on his cock, slowly stroking it and getting it all nice and slick for his first boy ass. I told him to put some on my asshole too. He held the bottle up and a dollop of lotion plopped on my sphincter, the coolness of it made me jump a little when it hit. Steve took his index finger and lubed up my hole and butt cheeks. He then mounted me and tried to put his cock in my asshole, but it kept slipping around and missed the target, so I reached back and helped guide him in. He hit the spot and started to push his big teen cock into my virgin ass. It slipped in a little and then it started to hurt, so I told him to stop a minute. Steve held back and then I started to hump back against his throbbing member and it slowly entered my ass, stretching me like I have never felt before. It burned but at the same time felt good too. Steve sensed I wanted more of his cock so he slowly pushed more of it in until he was about half of his cock was in me.

"How does it feel? Do you want me to push some more in?' He asked.

"It feels pretty good, but go slow Okay?" I replied.

He pushed more of his cock in my ass and slowly my sphincter stretched to let him in until his balls were against my ass cheeks. He held it there for a minute or so and I could feel his cock throbbing and hot in my asshole. Then he started to fuck me with a slow, stroking motion, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing it slowly in all the way. His cock started to feel really good in my ass and he was bumping my prostate bulb when he thrust in, making my cock lead pre-cum like crazy. Soon he started to speed up and I was humping back to meet his every thrust. My asshole opened up more and it was really feeling good by now, the warmth of his cock, throbbing and pushing in my ass. I started to feel like he was close to coming because his breathing picked up and his cock got harder and hotter in my aching sphincter.

Suddenly he started going: "OH, OH, OH My God.... This is great! My cock feels likes it's going to explode!"

He started to quiver and one last thrust in my ass he started coming like a geyser... I could feel his cum spurting into my ass as it flooded my guts. It felt really great! He slowed down and just lay there for a minute or so while his cock was still pulsating in my now de-flowered asshole. I flexed my sphincter and he moaned, then his cock plopped out with sucking sound and he held me close while he got his breath. After a couple of minutes I said it's was my turn now. He said okay and lay down on the bed while I lubed up with lotion and prepped his asshole.

I mounted him and put my curved, purple-headed raging cock against his asshole, I tried to slip it in but like with Steve, it kept slipping up or down missing the mark. Steve sensed my frustration and reached back with his left hand and guided me to his sphincter. I slowly pushed against the puckered brown ring with my cock. it went in about an inch or so when he told me to stop for a bit. I held back and waited for his signal. He relaxed and started to push back against my engorged cockhead and I pushed forward. Suddenly with a plop, my cockhead entered all the way in and he moaned. I waited and he started pushing back against me telling me to fuck him, so I pushed more of my hard, throbbing cock in his tight asshole. He moaned and told me that my cock was hot and he could feel it throb inside him. I lay on top of him and my cock went in the rest of the way. I started fucking him with short, piston-like strokes and he was moaning and saying how good it felt.

I kept fucking him and after a while I started doing long strokes, like he had done to me. My nuts were boiling and cock was leaking pre-cum, making it slicker. I reached the point of no return and buried my cock in his ass all the way until my balls were tight against his butt cheeks. My cock started spurting deep in his hole and he moaned as he felt the hot cum coat his insides. I just held still while my cock kept squirting it's load, while I was shaking the whole time. My cock quit spurting and I lay on top of Steve while I caught my breath and held him against me. After a while my cock softened and slipped out of his ass, while a little drop of cum seeped out.

Steve rolled over and we just lay together and talked for awhile. A few minutes later we cleaned up in the bathroom, go dressed and it was close to time for my parents to come home.

Steve told me he really enjoyed this afternoon with me. I said we should get together again and do this and more real soon. He agreed and said we should get together on a regular basis, as he enjoyed having sex with me. I agreed and walked him to door. I wave bye and he waved back, winking at me and smiling.

We together many times after that through junior high and high school. But that's a story for

Morning Song

Like a Virgin

Jumpin' Jack Flash

Jumpin' Jack Flash

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I went out looking for a woman to fuck. I wasn't about to beat around the bush, so I was in a bold mood. I went to a nightclub with this in mind, looking for something to help me get my rocks off.

I got to the club downtown, and WOW!!!! Women everywhere. Every type, size, shade, and age. Everything from young (too young) to women old enough to be my grandmother. There a few women in particular that I was interested in. After I had been there for a while, one woman in particular walked up to me and started talking. She was a tall, voluptuous, simply beautiful black woman. She was about 6'2", long silky black hair, deep, deep brown eyes, and an ass that was out of this world!!! Her breasts were so large that nothing would be able to hide them. She was wearing the tightest red body dress that I have ever seen on a woman, and she was wearing red pumps that had four inch heels. This woman was a goddess, and I wanted her so badly that I would have done almost anything to get her and take her home (or her take me home). I didn't care where, I wanted her badly. My cock was getting harder as we spoke more and more, and I didn't know if she noticed. A slow song came on, and SHE asked me to dance!!! Who was I to argue? I accepted, and we went out there, I still had the splint for a hard on, I walked out there, composed, and ready to make my move.

As we were dancing, she pulled my head into her breasts, and they were firm, and I licked them slightly. She oohed and aahed,and I then knew i was in. She reached down, and squeezed my cock through my pants. I was grinding her hand and pelvis, wanting her so badly. We stopped in the middle of the song, and she again asked me to come back to her place. I said sure, and we were off. Since we drove in different cars, I told her that I would follow her, and meet her back there.

We got to her place in about 10 minutes, having committed every traffic violation to get back there in order to take care of this desire we both had. She had the door to her house opened in no time, and we both rushed in to the middle of the living room which looked exquisite. I couldn't even begin to start about what she had. We grabbed one another, and started in a deep passionate kiss. We were taking one anothers' clothes off and were both naked in no time flat. We were both so turned on that we couldn't wait. We went into the bedroom, and man, what a spread!! Mirrors, TV, VCR, large sized brass bed, and more. "Lay down, and I'll do to you like no one has ever done before. By the time I'm done, you'll go to no one else but me." She said. A bold statement, but yet I was going to find out exactly what she could do to me. Immediately, she was sucking my cock and she was excellent, I must admit. She took every inch of me with no problem, and had me rock solid hard in no time. "Have you ever eaten a black cunt before?" She asked. "Many times, and I want to eat yours, too. I'll turn it inside out when I'm done" I replied. But before I got my chance, she got up to do something. She said she had a couple of surprises for me, and since I love surprises, I wanted them. Things couldn't get better, so I thought. She came back, and I didn't notice anything yet. She took my right hand and put it down to her pussy, but I noticed something else, and I thought so, it was a cock!!!!!!! I made sure this was the same woman I had gone home with, and it was. Same breasts, same ass, with a cock!!!!!! I was in heaven when she asked me if I was scared. "No, I've always wanted this." I replied to her. She kissed me and asked me if I was ready for my other surprise. "Sure, I'm always ready.". She left again, and came back, walking in slowly, talking softly. I asked her who she was talking to, and then BAM!!!! Another woman came out, and almost came in that instant. She was just as beautiful as the first one, big tits, big ass, long, ebony legs, beautiful skin, and I couldn't believe my eyes, but another cock on her, too!!!!!!! The first woman told me that they had been friends since school, and had always wanted to do this. They finally told me their names for some reason, the one I met at the club was Kathy, and her friend was Kelly. I was in total heaven at this point, and wasn't about to argue with the two most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on, they were both exotic black women, with cocks to boot!!! "Both of you, come here. I want each one of you." I told them. They walked over, and I was getting harder, as if that was possible. They started by kissing me, and going down, they both were sucking and kissing my dick, and in a few minutes, there were three cocks rubbing against one another. I almost came, and they stopped. "Turn over on your stomach." they told me. I flipped over, and I felt a mouth at the base of my neck, and the other one at my feet. They eventually met at my ass, and started licking and sucking my ass and tongues in and out of my asshole. I was grinding my cock against the bed, and I felt something cold in my asshole. Then, I don't know who, but one of them slid their cock in my ass, and I was going wild with excitement. The other one came around to the front and put their cock in my face. I licked and sucked it while getting the other one fucking me in my ass, and after I sucked the other's cock til it was hard, she took it out of my mouth, and went to my ass. I felt one go out, and the other go in. It was Kathy who was fucking me initally, because she lifted me up and slid underneath me and said "Fuck me now, fuck me!!!!!" I was so hard that I slid in her cunt instantly. I was fucking her with such intensity that all three of us were sliding on the bed towards the head. Kelly started screaming that she was coming, and I concentrated on her for a minute. I pushed back against her, and squeezed my ass as tight as I could, and told her to fuck me like she had never done before. She was ramming her beautiful cock in my ass and I felt a splashing of her cum in my ass. I started fucking Kathy even harder now, and the both of us felt like we were getting ready to come. As Kathy gripped my ass and screamed loudly, I felt that boiling feeling in my balls and then, I exploded into her pussy. We all were sweaty, tired, but satisfied.

Then, Kathy and Kelly laid me on my back, and kneeled on either side of me. Their cocks were getting hard again, and I asked them "What do you want to do now?" They responded by sticking both of their cocks on my lips, and told me to suck them. I did my best, and they both said that I was doing good, to do this or that, coaching me along. I had never sucked a cock before, but I was sucking two at the same time for my first time, and I loved it!!!!! At once, they pulled their cocks out, and started jacking off right in front of me. They were only inches away from one another, and were doing it just like a man would. I was surprised to see this, so I started squeezing both of their asses, spanking them lightly, and they both screamed "Harder!!! Spank us harder, and you'll find out what we can do to you bitch!!!!" I spanked them as hard as I could and Kelly came first, and Kathy was right after her. They both came on my chest, and their cum went on one another as well as me. They both laid down on top of me, and the three of us were kissing one another, a sexual experience so arousing that Kathy asked me "So, is there anyone else you want now?" "NO!!! I couldn't find two lovely ebony women like this who can do the things that both of you could do to and for me" I replied. Needless to say, I was planning on going back to Kathy and/or Kelly for more of the same treatment, and hopefully, they would show me new things that I never thought possible.

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