Logan's Unexpected Present

In my teens, I had a friendship, well actually a full on sexy relationship with a friend named Logan. We had met through some common friends and were like instant buddies.  In short we were also neighbors. I was a couple of years older, he was 14, but the age difference was not an issue for us. Besides being friends, we shared quite a few intimate encounters together. It seemed we always knew when it was time for satisfying our urges. We found the time to work those urges into a long languishing temptation, and loads of fun doing so. He was very well built at mid teens. Not so much a bulky guy, but toned well. He had firm muscles almost everywhere I ever touched him, his muscles were defined, but his skin was refined and smooth. We usually managed, to cum together at least 2 or 3 times per week.

It had become the Holidays around Christmas, and both of us were jammed up with family events, and attending to the usual distractions of the season. We had been deprived of opportunities to get off together. Each of us had to be at home with family for Christmas eve, and we had no chance to see each other several days prior to Christmas.

That Christmas eve, it was cold and lonely in my bed, I am sure I managed a wank alone, thinking about Logan and wanting his body pressed up next to mine.

 Christmas day was boring for me as a teen. Most of the stores and restaurants were all closed, and all of my friends had left town to visit family. It seemed, there was no possibility of fun to muster up.

 Late in the afternoon. I got a phone call from Logan’s Mom. She said that Logan and his Dad had been not getting along and she wanted Logan to get away from the house before it became a fight. I read between the lines, and knew that his Dad had gotten drunk and was probably about to punch Logan in the face or something awful. She asked if he could come spend the night with me.

 I was totally surprised that SHE had called, but it also made the event seem important for me to help with my sweetest friend. I said sure, I was confident my folks would not mind, since most of our festivities had ended and we had no more house guests. I drove to Logan’s house (which was only 3 blocks away). He bopped outside with not even so much as an overnight bag. It seemed that he was eager to leave. He jumped in the car and mumbled a few obscenities about his Dad being a Drunken idiot and some things. I figured his Mom wanted him out of the house just in case Dad took a swing at Logan? I never heard of his Dad getting violent before , but I used to watch a lot of TV and it seemed like crap like that happened to teens a lot. Whatever the case he would be safe with us.

 Mom fed us each some leftover Ham, and a whole plateful of food. Afterwards we ended up in my room and both laid on the bed to watch TV, which was mostly specials or sappy movies.
 

 He didn't feel like playing video games, so it was pretty soon we were ready for bed. Logan stood, dropped his pants and tugged off his shirt. He was a perfect statue standing there in only his white undies,  I could count the ripples of the bounty while the muscles presented proud male sculpting  in his abs and pecs. He had nice biceps that discreetly  bumped up too. I reached over and kind of fingered the waistband, and said you think you are gonna need these too?? He smiled and said Naah, lets get rid of em’. I slid them down and his boy pride sprung upwards after the release of it’s fabric captor. He began removing my clothes, I quickened the task and we sought warmth under the covers of my sheets and blankets. My room was the coldest in our house. So our shared body warmth was critical, helpful and compelling.

 Logan complained about my icy cold feet. Devilshly,  I used them to stroke up and down his leg as a joke, He really complained then. We often had fun annoying each other like that for fun and games. I let my hands examine his torso. The muscles of his body under smooth skin felt delicious as he poised a leg deep against my crotch. I reached down to cup his dick. It was still a bit soft but gaining in rigidity. We wrapped legs, then arms enveloped to press bodies closer. We took in a few kisses. His breath was hot moist and succulent as the dinner vapor escaping from his inviting lips. I pulled him closer to me, pressing my palms against his shoulders. We clutched and pulsed our hips into the friction of each other, building intrepid steamy pressure. I felt he was firmly hard. His balls were semi-tight against his body, perhaps from the cold. But likely from our sexual union en-masse.

  I couldn't resist any longer. I wanted to taste him. I ducked myself under the sheets to take a lick of his delicious pre-cum. I delighted as it slowly trickling down the pink head. I lapped up that amount and worked on his shaft to draw up more. His cock was rock hard and pronounced with a girth to completely fill my mouth. I masterfully took him in slowly and tongued the head rapidly to encourage more flow. He began a rotating motion upward and back with his hips. I allowed him to do the driving as he maintained my head steady while he pumped. I worked the tip as it plunged. In a few seconds both balls were tight against his body, losing their separate definition and bound tightly against his perineum. He quickened in emphasized motion for just a bit and then stopped all movement suddenly. The warm cream from inside him spilled while he clutched firmly on me pushing himself upward as I accepted the full length.

 I was somewhat fatigued from the excitement and oral workout, but he took charge with a return favor and brought me to ecstasy in record time, I soon pulsed my juice on his hand.
 

 We were warm and depleted from our climax,  perhaps also exhausted  from the drama of the day. We slept comfortably and peacefully!

 I had received the greatest Surprise Christmas present ever that evening. It has never been equaled to this day.

Eric

Celebrating the Never Boring Basic Undie

These 2 guys break it down to the days that some of us have forgotten. I admit I am reminded too,  but I'm laughing to myself how correct they are. Loads of my friends and I did the same stuff as grade-School age lil' Dudes. Of course mostly in the summer when it was hot it seemed natural to lounge around home in just undies.
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Anon Says -

 As little boys we played together in our briefs. Definitely indoors and sometimes outdoors. That was all the modesty little dudes needed. If we got our pants dirty our moms would pull the pants off and let us run off to play in our briefs. And even later when we were 8 or 10 it was not unusual to hang around together in somebody's bedroom wearing only our briefs.

 

Farm Boy Says -

  When I was growing up and also in school. White undies were the only type that everyone wore back then. You never saw any boys wearing a colored pair of undies back then. Moms made sure that they were always very clean and bright. I reckon the only way to  make sure a boy was in clean white undies was by soaking them in bleach water first , then to the washer were there was more bleach added to the soap. It's a wonder our butts weren't purple from all that bleach.

 

 I have always been very found of white undies. Thank you guys for sharing your Tightie Whitey stories. It sure brings back memories, and a smile to my face about those days.

"Would You Rather?" Dare Game

We were both 13 years old, playing a game of hypothetical scenarios often called "would you rather?". The game is popular enough that it is marketed as a card game that you can buy. The game however has existed in some form long before a toy company decided to wrap it up in a nice package and sell it. The game is about giving two equal scenarios to choose from. The choices are typically undesirable ones like "What would you rather do burn to death or get ran over by a truck?" Sometimes the scenarios are gross "would you rather drink a glass of spit or eat a piece of poop?"

An important rule is that you can't say "neither" a choice has to be made. My friend and I were playing together and were coming up with some great, twisted scenarios when he asked whether I'd rather lick the homeless guy's butt cheek referring to an a very elderly and smelly transient we had seen earlier that day or suck his dick for 10 seconds. I immediately answered that I'd rather suck my friend's dick for 10 seconds. I even added that I'd rather suck his dick for 10 minutes than to even just smell the homeless guy's butt. The next few would you rather scenarios all included a dick. My dick, his dick would you rather suck it or touch it than do something else.

"Would you rather play this game for 15 hours or let me suck your dick for 10 minutes?"

That was the first time that I phrased it that way "would you rather LET ME suck" it was asking without asking. "Both". I had no idea how to proceed next because I didn't know if we were still talking hypothetically. We both became quiet until he finally said "I dare you" and I asked "what?" and he said "instead of would you rather let's do dares". I knew what was coming and his first and only dare was "10 minutes".

It was the first time he exposed himself to me, laying on the bed he lifted his shirt and lowered the waistband on his shorts to reveal his very stiff circumcised cock. It was about 5 and a half inches or so not incredibly thick but I wouldn't say thin either. It was mostly straight and curved up ever so slightly with a very prominent circumcision scar. I dove in and because I had seen my share of porn by that tender age I gave him what I felt was an expert blowjob. My teeth did not touch him once and my tongue whipped around and around, swirling around his shaft and the head of his penis. I varied the speed, sometimes going fast and then slowing down, I sucked extra hard and I took the pressure off when I felt that I needed to. I also used my hand as my mouth came up so did my fingers, gliding up and down in my own saliva. When he moaned I sucked faster and then I'd slow down, I was really trying to learn what he liked and any expressions that he made I knew that I was on the right track.

When I knew I was getting close I started in for the grand finale, moving my head up and down as fast I could, sucking as hard as I could and whirling my tongue around all simultaneously until he grunted and his back arched. I could taste the cum being deposited into my mouth with every spasm. I underestimated how long it would happen, when I took my mouth off he still had a few more pumps that flowed out of the top. I swiped it up with my finger and tasted it. His breathing calmed down and he turned his face towards me and without any discernible emotion, he dead panned and said "get out".

I was shocked and I asked if I had heard him right. He said "yeah, get out. I'm not sure that we should have done this. I feel bad about it just go home." he was pulling up his pants as he said this. I was still there and he repeated "please just go home". I apologized to him and he said it was cool but dammit that was the last time I ever got to come to his house.

Anonymous

Guys Who Weren't Gay - But did it anyway

 Even when I was young, I didn't dislike girls like the rest of my friends did, in fact I was probably the only boy in my social circle that didn't believe in "cooties" and stuff. That said, I didn't start having sexual attraction to girls until my teens. With boys, however...

  I had experimented with several of my guy friends since I was 9, as we were more willing to do that kind of stuff than girls were. We were curious, and we soon realized how fun it was, but of course we (for the most part) did our best to keep it a secret since our parents made it pretty clear that we shouldn't be doing this kind of stuff until we grew up.

 I have also read other stories online about guys who did stuff with their male friends when they were kids. They weren't gay (most of them, at least), but the stuff they did together nonetheless felt really good, and were among the fondest memories they had, and those experiences helped them deal with these new urges towards girls that came with puberty. That said, I won't use these anecdotal stories and pretend that this is a common practice, but we cannot deny that it's not uncommon either.

Anonymous

Meeting Evan

 
Evan Part I (A mishandled Boy)

  In the early spring of my High School freshman year I often walked home with a sophomore named Alan. It always helps to have a few older buddies when you’re a freshman. Our school was not really known for hazing, but I assumed it could happen at any time, especially since I was a scrawny kid. Alan, and I had a shop class in the first term, and we discovered one day that we walked a similar route to go home. Alan was a bit if a geek, he read Science Fiction, which is not an immediate qualifier for geek-dom, but he carried a paperback everyday to read at spare time or during lunch break, this strongly suggested geeky nerd.

  Alan didn’t walk home with me everyday, some days he chose to walk alone, since we rarely talked much. Anyway I knew he was a loner..... maybe I was too Eventually he did invite me over to his house, but we just sat in patio chairs outside.  If I was quiet for very long, he would grab his paperback and start reading. His social skills were a little odd.

 On one particular afternoon, he seemed to be in a hurry. When I asked why the fast walking shit. He just said he was going to apply for a job, and wanted to get there as soon as he could get home, change clothes, then go.

  When we hurriedly arrived at his house there was this blonde kid out in Alan’s yard playing with Lawn darts and a Frisbee. He was tossing it all wobbly, then chase right after it to go do it again. Alan didn’t acknowledge this kid or even look his direction. Alan made his quickstep pace to the front door, then disappeared inside. He also never offered a See’ya to me. Which was about his typical social aptitude anyway.

 About then, the Frisbee landed at my feet. I looked up at the smiling kid. I responded by sailing it to the mystery boy, he grabbed it as it glided gently to his hands.
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 He replied “Hey that was sweet, can you show me how to do that.”

 I said “Okay, but what is your name?”

 He replied  “Oh, I’m Evan and I live here.”

 I said “Wow, I never knew Alan had a brother, but it's nice to meet you.”

  He made another wobbly toss of the disk, and said he was in Middle school, and made straight A’s.

 I walked closer to him to offer some instruction how to aim better, and to use his wrist to throw.

 He asked me, “Can I get you a Coke or anything, if you’re thirsty?”

Just about then Alan came storming out the door, He was wearing his same school jeans but a wrinkled blue button down long-sleeve, he had combed his hair and wet it.

Evan said, “Alan, Mom said you shouldn’t wear your Sunday shirt except for Church.”

Alan glared at Evan then his voice built a crescendo to a scream.

“Evan, this is your week to get the garbage can into the garage and besides, I don’t do CHURCH anymore, I’m Six-TEEN I can wear whatever I want…. and YOU’RE …..an.. IDIOT!!”

 I think you could have heard that yell over at my house, which is three streets over. I wanted to go hide behind a bush. I was so embarrassed for my new little Frisbee friend.

Evan’s face went blank, he looked at the garbage can, then again at his brother as he marched down the street, softly Evan mumbled, “Last week was my week”.

  Evan seemed accustomed to this aggression. I for one could not relate. I had an older brother too. I had long known I was not his favorite person in the world, but he just avoided me, and we were both fine with that. We did not yell at each other in my family.

 This event that just occurred in front of me was almost frightening. Partly due to the fact that it was my friend who had been so mean to his brother, and secondly for this cute kid who had not provoked anything deserving  of such inflamed anger.

 Evan looked at me and said meekly, “So you want a drink now? His cheeks were flushed red, and his brow was drawn to a wrinkle.

Even though I had a dry mouth, I said to Evan, ”I better get going, I have homework.”

Evan said “Okay, umm thanks f or showing me stuff on Frisbees.”

I said “No problem, Hey…anytime.”
 
  As I walked home, I kept thinking about how that nice kid, who had been completely friendly. Why should he be mishandled by his own brother. In fact, I guess I probably anguished over this into the next day. I wished I had looked back at him as I left their house. Was he still tossing that Frisbee, was he sad and sulked into the house to go plop on his bed in shame. I wished I could have saved him from his Brother’s anger and obvious rejection. I really slept poorly that night.

 On the next afternoon, I did not even look for Alan as I crossed the Schoolyard heading for home. But I was certainly going to pass by their house to see if Evan might be there. I don’t think I was afraid anything ugly would happen. I just wanted to see that happy kid outside romping in the yard. Replete and joyfully refreshed as if the new day had swept away the bitterness from yesterday. I repeated the quickstep pace alone this time. I was anxious to find Evan jubilant and free. As well, interested to see a friendly face. Indeed, I got my wish, Evan was out in the front yard sure enough, but this time with a football tossing it on the roof of the house and letting it fall randomly to his grasp below.

I shouted to him, “Hey kid, so now you want me to show you how to throw a Football?”

He looked over to me, smiled wide, and said,“Naah, I don’t even like Football, I’m just bored”

I asked half-hearted if Alan was home yet.

He replied “Alan got the job at the Pizza place, he goes there right after school.”

I said, that’s cool, or something mostly uncaring.

Evan asked, “Can you stay a while, I need help with Math homework?”

“Okay sure, I don’t have any of my own.” Which was a lie, but it seemed I could give up some time for this lonely kid. I told him I needed to call home to tell my Mom.

  He led me in the house, and to his room. The brothers had separate rooms at one end of the house. Evan went in Alan’s room to grab the cordless phone for me. I could see Alan’s messy room with his Star Trek posters, and some of his clothes strewn on the floor. Evan’s room was tidy, and orderly. He sat at a polished wooden desk that was near a high window. His chest of drawers, and twin bunk beds were stylish and matched with the same wood finish. He had no artwork or posters on the walls. The only thing that showed any personal touch was the sheets and pillow-cases had a Smiling Monkeyshine print pattern. He directed me to sit on the bottom bunk bed, as he handed me his work to review. I was good in math, so checking his work was easy. He actually had it all correct, but I mentioned a couple of ideas to make his teacher give extra credit.

  His charming face was curiously alert and attentive to my suggestions. At this time I noticed more details about him. He had these bright blue eyes that were really more like sparkly diamonds. His hair was golden, with slightly darker streaks near the tips. His cheeks were smooth, and a little pronounced near his eyes, he was probably not in puberty yet, since his skin seemed lush and thick with a remainder of light baby fat.. He had dimples around his lips that were rather full uncharacteristic of a boy. His nose was rounded on the tip, but his nostrils flared slightly. He wore slim Khaki pants, and a Boys Polo shirt, so he looked a bit preppy. I guessed that his school had a dress code? All of his clothes fit him well. which was not a compliment ever bestowed upon Alan, whose attire resembled that of a scarecrow.
 
 I heard someone coming in the hallway from the garage. It was a man’s voice, “Evan, I’m home Buddy BEAR!“

“I’m here Dad”, said Evan as he turned back to the desk.

The man peeked his head in, then walked on in as he saw me, “Who is this fine young gentleman Evan?”

 Evan introduced me as his new mentor, and friend.

 The Dad asked in comical way pausing his syllables. “ Well then, are you staying for Supper, Mis-ter Men-tor Friend?"


 Evan immediately said “Yes, Trey, and I need more time with homework Dad.”

The Dad said “Okay Dinner for four coming up at 6:00….. Trey.” As he winked at me.

 Evan’s Dad was incredibly nice and friendly as well. He seemed not very masculine and maybe almost the other way, but I had just met him and he was the boy’s Dad, so who was I to judge.
It was a little entertaining how he would stress words as if he were teaching phonics. Speaking slowly and enunciating syllables. Then returning to normal speech pattern.

 In a few minutes I heard a woman’s voice, she did not come in, but I could determine from her shrill and cutting voice that carried through the house,  she was a stern and rigid person. When she asked questions, it seemed more like a command that deserved action. When is dinner, is Alan coming home before dark, Evan, are you done with your homework yet? All of this berating litmus test was strung together in 10 seconds or less.
 
  We were called to the table precisely at 6:00 o’clock. It was a stewed chicken dish served over rice it was something that I’d never tasted before, but it was very good, and there was plenty.

  In an effort of conversation and to please the parents, I asked when does Alan get home. They were a little blank faced. I knew I had to explain to the parents how I knew Alan from school.
 
  Evan proclaimed that it was just today that I had started mentoring him. I did not reveal the little lie that Evan had created. His Mom commented that it was odd for Evan to need tutoring when he usually had very good grades. I offered quickly that I had a teacher that assigned us to find a younger pupil to gear up for college prep. Parents will buy anything if you tell them it is for College admission. They both smiled at me, and then towards Evan. He was sitting next to me, I felt him slightly nudge my foot, as we both were trying to avoid a snicker.  I was an accomplice to an unneeded deception. Perhaps Evan knew there would be more inquisition. After the meal, Evan asked me back to his room for my extra credit work. As he slyly winked at me.
 
 In Evan’s room,  he turned on the TV,  I was comfortable sitting on Evan’s bed, but starting to question in my mind…. why I was here in this room, with this younger kid. I thought maybe his parents might come in and discover that we weren’t doing any work at all? I told Evan I should get home by 7:00 o’clock. Mostly because I did have homework, but too I felt a slight betrayal, since Evan and I were already so very truthful with each other.

  He said all right, but can you come back over on Wednesday night. He will have money to go to the Pizza place. I asked if his parents were coming. He explained that was a church supper night, he usually did not go, and his Dad would always order a Pizza delivered, so what would be the difference if we just went there to eat, and we could see Alan working?

“Okay sounds like a plan then.”

 Evan walked me to the front door, as the parents kindly offered a Good Night. Evan followed me out, he suggested that he could walk me home.

I questioned him, ”But, then how are you gonna get home ..…walking alone….. not a good plan little Dude?"

He said, “Well okay, then come over Wednesday by 5:00, you don’t need ANY money.”He stood at the door watching my departure, until I was well passed his neighbor’s house.

 As I walked home, I was even more confused than I was in Evan’s room. What was I doing? I had my OWN money to get pizza if I wanted. I saved allowance money for any chance of a date. Which would be almost a miracle, I was not real popular with girls, because of my bad complexion. Gladly, I had plenty of friends at school…… some were girls. I had trouble working up the nerve to ask any girls out. I knew the look of attractive girls, but none made me feel like wasting my time or my money.

 Somehow, this kid seemed more deficient socially than me. He did not mention any friends of his own, and maybe……. I could gain one more friend anyways? I decided we would split the check for the Pizza.

From that moment on, I found that I was looking forward to Wednesday. I’m not sure why, maybe it was the exuberance this kid had.  Maybe I wanted to be around someone I could help? I found that I was in quickstep, as I walked to Evan’s house that Wednesday. I rang the doorbell, and he was there in milliseconds it seemed. He showed me his wallet, and said he was ready and hungry. Evan was dressed much more casual, he was in a Greyish top with blue stitching, and jeans that fit a bit snug. His hair had been combed and parted on one side. I recognized he had put forth the effort to look nice, but it was similar to a Mom's handiwork on a 10 year old son. I said nothing. He chased me out the door and announced his departure to someone distantly in the house. I guessed his Mom.

  As we walked we talked about video games, and stuff that we both liked to do. We determined that was essential to have a game session soon. Tonight we were just going to get away from his stressful household and relax. At the restaurant, we finally got to see Alan at work. It was a little sad, he was not working the cash register, or making Pizzas in the kitchen, He was cleaning tables and running the motor-less vacuum cleaner. Sometimes when he was not out front, I think he was in the back washing pans or something not very fun. I had rehearsed what to say to Alan about me being his brother’s dinner companion. I was going to talk about helping with homework, and the free meal or some lame ass crap. It seemed to take forever until Alan finally saw us. He waved, but he didn't come over to see us immediately.

 We carried on a teen-age boy's typical table conversation. Surprisingly Evan was very sharp on some of the latest games, and even some that I had long played for years. It was cool that he knew many of the same cheats. We managed to order, eat, and relax without gawking at Alan. In fact he only came by our table once, and joked to us not to make a big mess. He seemed cool about us being there, and said he was glad we came in. Even if he did not get tips, he could tell the boss he had influence, by bringing in extra business.  We smiled and Evan pulled out a crisp 5 dollar bill, and said it was a tip.

Alan stuck it quickly in his shirt pocket, and said, “Thanks,umm I’d better get to work.” and he headed toward a table to bus.

I insisted on paying my half, and Evan said he would return the change to his Dad.Somehow, I knew he would, he was an honest person, plus I could tell he respected his Dad, After we were outside Evan said that his Dad had instructed him to be sure to give that fiver to Alan. I did not say a thing about it. Being that it was family business. I was still secretly upset at Alan for being mean to Evan days ago.

It was fading daylight, but we needed something else to do since it was so early. We talked about walking to the movie theater to play the Arcade games, but it was pretty far, and Evan did not want to spend the money he had committed to return.

  I said, we could pass by the new subdivision and look at the new houses being built. Evan agreed, since we had to go by there heading home anyway. I had a drafting class, and sometimes thought about becoming an architect. New houses are almost never locked since there was nothing valuable in them, and the construction people had to come and go all the time. The first house we came to was mostly complete. We found the workers had made a makeshift beer cooler in the kitchen sink. By dumping ice over the beers. They must have been drinking all afternoon? They forgot some of their beers here. We each grabbed 2, and decided we should go to another house to drink them, in case the construction guys remembered their lost stash, and come back. We went 2 or 3 houses down and found one that had all the outside walls completed so nobody would see us.
 
 We sat on the floor of what was going to be the living room. We each drank the first one pretty quick. I said it was strange seeing Alan at work, it seemed not like a great job. Evan said he liked it, and wanted to go again. I changed the subject to ask about his school. He said his teachers were jerks, and stupid. I asked if he had Mr. Pine, he said yes, and he joked and said the whole class is “Board”  of Pine. I laughed even though it was a juvenile joke. I countered with a story of a time I was in Pine’s class and one guys was getting wood. Evan flushed red in his cheeks and then looked down snickering. I laughed hard to make it seem like natural guy stuff. We toasted our beers to “Getting wood” After a bit, we stopped talking a while and finished our first beers in a hurry. After numerous burps, we opted for our second beer. Evan said we should do a proper toast, he said,  “To Good NEW Friends!” We clanged the cans together, and took a big slug together. Followed by another glug down the hatch.

  Evan said,“I am feeling a little tired” He dumped his head onto my shoulder, within 10 seconds time, his head slid down and he laid himself at my lap. He unfolded his body and his legs splayed apart while still on his side,

 I looked down at him, at this moment, his comfort seemed paramount. His headfull of golden locks resting on my lap, he was peaceful. We were both quiet, and nothing needed to be said our trust was eminent. I studied his profile, and the frailness of his neck. His hair had draped covering his forehead and slighted one eye, I wanted to see if his eyes were still closed. I brushed his golden locks up with my palm. Then my hand just stayed there on his head as I stroked my fingers through his hair. I don’t know why I did it, but I was undeniably drawn to touch him at that moment. Was it like petting a cute puppy or something, or maybe not even that. I looked down at him again.
This was the magical event that I knew…..I was enraptured by this boy.

  The warmth that he created by laying on me was a dangerous thrill I had never known.
There was something uncommonly mysterious, yet soothing and fine about him. He was in many ways an average kid. But here now, as the pale golden sunset glinted across his face I was curiously lost there…. helpless in this moment. Any measure of resistance was stripped from me. I was falling victim to something I could not control. The attraction to another person, someone who liked me, and evidently needed me.

 None of it made sense, there was no need for questions. I slowly stroked his hair to the tip of the strands, then began again at the scalp.

 This peaceful quiet was broken when he dryly asked,“ Are you Gay?”
I blinked in a shudder of sudden alertness. “Umm, well No!” I quickly replied. I abruptly removed my hand from his head.

 (I had never been gay, or done gay stuff. I had even fooled around with girls some, but never really touched their privates.So that was my honest answer.)

  He then rested his hand on mine a moment, he presented my palm back to his hair, and said. “That feels great do it some more.” I was completely out of sorts, and uneasy, since he thought I was making a pass at him. I guess it was comforting to know he did not mind at all?
The wonder of this moment was almost  shattered by three words. Yet I continued stroking his hair, but now calculated hands displaced the flowing motion of endearment.

  After a few minutes, I said we should get him home. We rose, but he had trouble walking, now I was feeling even more guilty for allowing him to drink.

  We made it to his home. He handed me his front door key, then I walked him to his room.
Luckily the parents were not home, since he had banged into a living room end table with his stagger. I think Alan was in his room, the door was shut but there was light coming under the door, some music from a radio played softly. Maybe he had not heard us come in?

I didn’t turn on the light to Evan’s room, but I made sure Evan was on his bunk bed and took off his shoes. As I faced towards the door to leave his room. He said, “Wait!”

I heard a zipper sound, he said, “Help me get these off.”

I returned and quickly obliged tugging off his jeans. As the moonlight shown though the window, I could see he had on white briefs. I think they were a Department store brand, with a segmented gold stripe on the waist band. He started tugging at his shirt, so I helped pull that off. His skin was pale and smooth in the moonlight. His ribs formed curved lines under his skin. I then helped him get under the monkeyshine sheets. He dropped his head on the pillow, but popped right back up.
“I gotta Pee”

He thrust aside the bedding and paraded right to the bathroom across the hall. He pulled down the front of his briefs and pissed, without shutting the door. I could see the rear of his briefs actually were constructed with a  double-seat, kinda like little kids wore. Maybe he was refusing to give up on them from younger years? They were a little tight, so I easily noticed his rounded rump. It seemed nicely odd for a boy to have a rear-end so well shaped. He shook the drops, and turned towards me and back to bed. I did not mean to, but as he passed I saw the shape of his bulge. It was not so much as mine, but it was a pronounced lump.  

  He ducked under the top bunk. As I reached in and re-applied the covers over him. One more surprise of the night arrived. I felt his hand at the back of my neck as he pulled me close and kissed me right on the lips. I didn’t resist, he even tilted his head to miss bumping noses, it only lasted a couple of seconds. Then he released me, and said, “Thanks Trey, you are a nice person to me.”

 His head dropped back on the pillow, and I assume he was asleep within moments.

My head seemed to be spinning, I needed to flee from this uncontrolled event. In a bewildered reactionary move,  I exited his room, noticed the light had gone out from Alan’s door. I crept out the front door as quietly as I could manage.

My heart was pounding as I walked home. My adrenaline charged me straight to my room and piled into bed hurridly.

Although I was very tired, I did not drop off to sleep so easily that night. I thought about that kiss, his soft lips, the taste of his breath a little beery, but mostly of the garlic used to flavor our meal that night. I guess that seems gross, but it accentuated the time we had spent together that night. His mouth and mine shared something in common more than once that night.

I knew from that very day, my life was to change. I had no fears of the future. In fact, I started to imagine what experiences may be next?

End Part I

Eric X

The Night We Experimented

Brandon and Rudy meet at 10 years old waiting for a bus to pick him up for school and Brandon was at one of the first circle jerk parties that Rudy was invited to and really didn't know what he was walking into but that's where they met, this story starts 3 years after they first met.

Brandon woke up early, excited for the sleepover at Rudy's house. He put on his favorite Spider-Man pajamas and brushed his teeth. His mom made him a lunchbox with his favorite sandwich and a note that said, "Have fun with Rudy! Love, Mom." He kissed her on the cheek and grabbed his backpack with pick up all video Games. The bus ride to Rudy's house was big and yellow over red door. Rudy answered the door wearing only his Batman old school 80s underwear, Tight+ on him. Brandon couldn't help but stare at Rudy's little bulge in his under pants. They hugged each other and went upstairs to Rudy's room.

Rudy quickly kicked his shoes off and undressed down to his underwear and Brandon followed suit and he pulled me down in bed together and slowly started to make out and touch each other's bodies and penis and soon enough they were both hard as rocks and Rudy rolled on top of Brandon and slowly lowered himself down onto Brandon's hard member and they grinded against each other for a few minutes until Rudy was nice and wet and he pulled off and positioned himself on his knees and lowered his head and took Brandon's cock into his mouth and began to suck him off while his hand played with his own hard on and after a few minutes of this Brandon felt a sharp pain in his nuts and his stomach twisted and his eyes widened and he knew he had just shot his load all over Rudy's face and in his mouth.

Rudy pulled off and licked his lips and smiled at Brandon and said, "My turn."

Rudy leaned back and spread his legs in Brandon crawl between them and found Rudy's cock poking out from the waistband of his underwear and took it in his hand and slowly stroked it, feeling the heat and hardness in his palm. Rudy let out a soft moan as Brandon began to stroke him faster and faster, licking his lips. He reached down and took Brandon's head in his hands, guiding him back up to his cock and Brandon took the head into his mouth and sucked gently at first, but then harder and faster as Rudy's hips began to buck against him.

Rudy arched his back and cried out, shooting his load down Brandon's throat as he felt his balls contract and hot, salty liquid fill his mouth. Brandon swallow as much as he could before Leaked out the side of his mouth and onto his chin.

They both lay there for a moment, catching their breath. "That was amazing," Rudy said, smiling at Brandon. "You're such a good kisser lately too."

Brandon blushed and smiled back. "Thanks. I've been practicing on my pillow." They both laughed, and then Brandon's stomach growled loudly. "Oh, I'm starving," he said. "Let's go find something to eat."

Brandon found his underwear on Rudy's floor which had quite a few pairs of Rudy's underwear laying around the room with a pile of dirty socks. He picked up his underwear and put them on and went downstairs to the kitchen where Rudy's mom had made them a sandwich. They sat down at the kitchen table and ate in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts about what had just happened between them.

Finally, Brandon cleared his throat and said, "So, uh, do you want to...you know...do that again sometime?" He gestured vaguely between them, blushing furiously.

a big smile on Rudy's young face with a couple sandwich crumbs in Rudy says,'' Hell yeah but I wanna do the thing, you're not too good at yet,  you know? I want to be inside you again."

Brandon felt himself blush even harder at the mention of that and he knew exactly what Rudy meant. He wanted to have anal sex with him. Brandon had always been Hesitant About anal, The Cup on Thailand he has done it, it Hurt but it has been getting better Every time Rudy in him sneak around in his basement or in Rudy's attic space. "I-I don't know..." he stammered, trying to think of an excuse. "What if it hurts?"

''Of course it's gonna hurt, but only at the beginning, I'll be careful, I promise," Rudy assured him, putting a hand on Brandon's knee. "And we can take it slow, just like we did the first time. You can tell me when it hurts and we'll stop. I just want to feel you around me again, you know?"

Brandon couldn't help but feel a mixture of desire and fear in his chest. He wanted to please Rudy, and he knew that Rudy wouldn't push him to do anything he wasn't ready for. But the idea of anal sex was still intimidating. He took a deep breath and finally nodded. "Okay," he said softly. "I trust you."

Brandon and Rudy don't pick upstairs and take their underwear off and laid in bed naked together and started things off with some kissing and touching in finding places to put hickeys on each other. They slowly explore each other's bodies with their hands and lips, taking their time to get to the moment they both want.

Finally, they decide to move forward with having anal sex. Rudy lays on his back with his legs spread wide, inviting Brandon to get on top of him. Brandon hesitates for a moment, feeling both nervous and excited at the same time. He looks into Rudy's eyes, and sees nothing but love and trust there. With a deep breath, he positions himself over Rudy, feeling his hardness press against his opening.

"Are you ready?" Rudy asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

Brandon closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He feels the warmth of Rudy's body against his own, and the sensation is strangely comforting. "Y-yeah," he manages to say, his voice shaking slightly. "I'm ready."

Slowly, he lowers himself down onto Rudy's hardness, feeling the heat of it press against his opening. He feels a sting of pain, but it's quickly replaced by a strange, intense pleasure. He looks down at Rudy, watching as his friend's eyes flutter closed, his lips parting slightly.

Brandon begins to move, slowly at first, but gaining confidence as he does. He lets out a soft moan, feeling the pressure building inside him. Rudy's hands move up to his hips, guiding him, urging him to go deeper. The friction against his prostate sends waves of pleasure through his body, making it difficult for him to think straight.

Rudy's eyes meet Brandon's, and there's a look of pure adoration there. "You feel so good, Brandon," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're doing amazing." Brandon's heart swells at Rudy's words, and he pushes himself deeper, wanting to please his friend.

Their bodies are locked in a heated embrace, sweat beginning to bead on their foreheads and chests. Brandon's movements grow more confident as he finds his rhythm, his hips undulating in time with Rudy's thrusts upward. He can feel Rudy's hands gripping his waist, urging him on, and he can't help but moan with pleasure.

"Oh God, Brandon," Rudy gasps, his body tensing beneath Brandon's. "You feel so good inside me." The words fuel Brandon's desire, and he begins to pick up the pace, his movements growing more intense.

Rudy arches his back, pushing upwards to meet each thrust, their hips slamming together in a rhythm that feels almost frantic. Sweat drips down between their bodies, pooling on the sheets beneath them. "I'm close," he whispers, his voice strained. "Oh God, I'm going to come."

Brandon feels his own orgasm building, tightening his insides. He speeds up, pounding into Rudy with a desperation that matches his lover's. "Rudy... I'm close too..." His breath comes out in ragged gasps as he feels his release building, pulsing through him.

Rudy attempts to help Brandon by playing with the head of Brandon's penis while Brandon moved his hips on Rudy, their sweaty bodies slapping against each other. The friction and the added pressure sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both.

Brandon's climax hit him hard, his body tensing and his muscles contracting as he groaned out Rudy's name. His hips jerked roughly against Rudy, pushing him over the edge. Rudy's orgasm followed quickly, his body arching upwards and his fingers digging into Brandon's waist. He cried out, his voice muffled by the pillow, as he spilled his release Inside Brandon in Brandon releases his over Rudy's tummy chest and face.

They lay together, panting heavily, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. The air in the room felt heavy and electric, as if a storm was about to break. After a few moments, Rudy rolled off Brandon, giving them both some much-needed space. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Brandon with a mixture of love and lust in his eyes.

''You wanna take a bath, It helps with the pain, trust me. I'll run it for us,'' said Rudy getting up and going to his bathroom and starting the bathtub. He turned around and smiled at Brandon.

Brandon felt himself flush a bit. "Oh, um, sure," he stammered, following Rudy to the bathroom. He sat down on the edge of the tub and watched as Rudy filled it with water, his movements automatic. There was an awkward silence between them as they both seemed to be lost in their thoughts.

Finally, Rudy turned off the faucet and stepped back, offering Brandon a hesitant smile. "You okay?" he asked softly.

'' A bit sore, but otherwise really good, I mean really good, all over. Thank you Rudy, that was...wow, it was amazing,'' Brandon said, returning Rudy's smile. He dipped his hand into the water, testing the temperature. It was just right, warm and inviting. He looked up at Rudy, who was still watching him, his gaze unreadable.

"Come here," Rudy said softly, patting the water next to him. Brandon climbed in, sinking down into the soothing bath, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to ease. Rudy leaned forward, his hands resting on Brandon's knees and climbs in the water himself put in his feet between Brandon's legs in slightly plain with Brandon's penis with his toes.

The pleasure-soak worked and soon we were splashing uncontrolled at each other. It was a great experimental night as laughter and soothing warmth negated any painful moments.

 

Rudy77

A Plea for Privacy

I live next to an elderly couple who have basically adopted me as one of their own kids. The old gent or his wife often ask for my help in various projects. This weekend "we" are having a yard sale.

The old guy has done some remodeling to their house, including new doorknobs on the interior doors. Nothing wrong with the old ones, but his wife wanted a different style. So in setting up for the sale he displayed ten or a dozen old knob sets. Some were "privacy" knobs which could be locked/unlocked easily from the inside and unlocked from the outside in an emergency by using a small screwdriver.

Among the customers this morning were a Hispanic man and boy. They made quite a contrast. The man was so overweight that the bottom two buttons of his shirt weren't fastened and the resulting gap showed a glimpse of unappetizing hairy stomach. But the boy presented a much more attractive aura. He wore blue jeans with a crease ironed into them. They were held up by a belt with a rodeo buckle. His collared Western shirt was tucked into the jeans. There was not an ounce of fat on the kid. His black hair was combed over in a style that was almost 1950's-looking. I guessed his mother had probably played a role in making sure he cut a dashing figure while cruising the sales with Papa. He looked so innocent that you couldn't imagine a naughty thought ever crossing his mind.

The boy stopped the minute he saw the doorknobs. He was immediately attracted to them, moving to other tables but always coming back to the door locks. He tried several locking and unlocking them with their thumb buttons. The ones that weren't designed to lock he eliminated quickly. At last, after several trips back to that table, he settled on a suitable knob and called his Pa-Pa over for a conference.

The dad was completely against purchasing a locking doorknob. We couldn't understand their Spanish, but there was clearly a struggle of wills taking place. The young man pleaded; the old guy refused. After a couple of heated conversations, the kid reached toward his back pocket and pulled out his own wallet. You could hear him telling the old man: "Alright, I'll buy it with my own money."

But Papa was so strongly opposed that he snatched the doorknob out of the boy's hand and banged it down on the table. With that he gave the boy a command. The two of them marched out to their truck and left.


You know what I think, don't you? And you think the same thing, or you would if you'd been there watching the boy try those locks: He wanted a lock for his room. He wanted privacy for himself, and there it was, in the form of a cheap used lock that he was even willing to purchase with his own money. That lock will fix everything, he thought. With that lock on my door I can do "IT" without anybody guessing what I'm up to.

I felt so bad for the kid. There was a passing moment where I almost grabbed up the lock and ran after the truck, thinking "Dammit! I don't know this boy from Adam, but I'll buy him a lock myself!"

That scene will haunt me for days.

Anonymous

Pipe Pumping Lessons

Talking about a garage rest room, reminds me, my uncle had a shop out at the back of his land. It was made out of corrugated iron panels bolted to thick rusty pipes about 4" in diameter. The pace was dark and cavernous when I was a little guy.  I found some of the pipes had empty holes drilled into them. It was strange to me why they were there, but eventually I found an odd use for those holes.

 I was not supposed to go out there by myself, but went out and pissed into the holes. I would put the tip of my little pee-pee right into the hole and piss as much as I wanted. It was a big secret for me. How I found out about jacking off, was when I got to be bigger and sometimes still pissed into the pipes.

 Another boy was there one day and I showed him my piss holes in the pipes. He thought it was cool and wanted to know if I made gissom go into the pipes. I never heard anybody else use the word gissom, but it was his word for cum. He showed me his stiffie and started pumping it. In a minute or two he stepped to the pipe and put the end of his dick up to a hole and pumped some more. When he was through I didn't know anything happened because his cum all went into the hole.

Some time later, I went by and I would get boners remembering what that other kid did in the pipes. One day I started pumping like that other boy did. I got a real horny-feeling and the stuff shot out onto the corrugated iron wall without me knowing it was going to happen. After that making my load shoot into one of the holes was big stuff for me which I sometimes showed different boys if I thought they would like to do it.

Anonymous

Jerking in Bunk Beds?

While recently talking about camp, I have a question for everybody:

When you were a camper, did you ever succeed in jacking off in a bunk bed (either upper or lower) without the other occupant of the bed noticing what you were doing? My reason for asking is buried in a long-ago camping where I had the top bunk. At home I jacked off every night. So after lights-out the first night at camp I was trying to get a load out in total secrecy. I was lying completely still and pumping myself real easy, holding a sock ready to catch the spunk. I was sure nobody knew what I was doing. I held the covers only slightly up and took very slow, gentle strokes.



When I climaxed I was careful not to thrash around, just to shoot into my sock. The next day during crafts the boy from my lower bunk said to me real pointedly,

"Did we have an earthquake last night?"

I didn't answer, not having a clue what he was talking about.

"Well it must have been you playing with your peter up there."

 I went to many more camps but never jerked myself again in a bunk bed. Yet I still think it could be done without the other guy knowing.

Anonymous

The Pool/Spa Connection

One year for vacation we went to Disneyland, I was about 14. We stayed in a motel run by a family that were from India, as many motels it seems to me are. They had a boy about my age and we hung out some after dark when we are back from Disneyland, mainly in the pool or hot tub.


 He was very dark skinned, lots of black hair and skinny. Sitting in the hot tub one time all of a sudden he leans toward me and says to look. There is lights in the hot tub so the water is sort of glowing. I look down in the water and he has got one leg of his bathing suit rolled back and his dick sticking out! Which it is even darker than his skin, real black and sticking right up. He moves it around some and I know it is hard! After I look a little he puts it away but is all the time mashing and rubbing in the water. I got a boner! I guess I better show him like he did. So I tell him he can look too if he wants to. He told me he would feel it and reaches over to play with it which puts me real horney.  I agreed, but never thought he'd go and do it.

Right away I know I have to cum! GULP!! I told him he better stop. He says we don't have to stop because nobody can see. He says he jacks off in the tub all the time and his cum goes in a filter. In a hurry he gets his dick out again. And axs do I want to feel it. Right away he leans to me with a hand and starts jacking me off right in the hot tub. I told him I was cumming. We look at my dick and pretty soon I am cumming and feeling the cum happening. A funny looking squirt of white stuff goes in the water like a big knot of string. As soon as I made my cum he has to jacking himself. Telling me a lot of times to watch, he wants me to watch him cum. So he makes his cum and it looks funny in the water like mine did. We stayed there maybe three or four days and me and the boy from India got in the hot tub some more times and I got real stiff boners while we jecked in the hot tub a couple more times and the stuff came under water. He said many boys like to do with him and he knew I would do it.

Anonymous

Sharing the Kleenex

I'm not picking a favorite from this post,  'cause they are all nice looking. I want to comment about #2 however, specially his blue plaid boxers showing above his shorts. This cousin came for the holidays with his family one year, he was sleeping in my top bunk. A little time goes by the first night and we have got quiet when he says to me, Hey! You got any tissues?

What the hell, I was 13 and been jacking off a while, so I keep a box of tissue by the bed. I go, Sure, I'll get you one.

He says Maybe two or three!

I grab the whole box and stand up to hand him the box. The dude is wearing nothing except blue plaid boxers. He is stretched out full length in the top bunk, bare feet at one end and tangle of hair at the other end. And he has got one hand lost in the elastic of his shorts.

So he is 14, a year older than me. What goes through my head! He must be pumping his pecker! I get back in my bed and think I can feel him jerking only I don't know for sure. But another thing I do know for sure, my own peter is hard as a rock and waiting for a little action of its own.

I think, maybe he wants privacy. Then I think, maybe he was showing off. Or maybe he wants to be jacking pals. Or maybe he would get mad if he found out I knew. All kinds of thoughts!

Finally I say, I think I need some tissues too.

He goes, Come on up and get 'em.

When I reach for the box he goes, You got a job to do?

I didn't know what to say. Grabbed the box of tissue and got back in bed. I go to whamming away at my boner. He says Hey! Slow and easy! Slow and easy!

Oh hell, he knows what I am doing. In a minute he says Can I come down there?

As soon as he gets in my bunk he said I was doing something up there. I got to finish it, you know what I mean.

Right away he goes to jacking himself while laying right by me.

Go ahead, finish your job he tells me.

After while we quit fooling each other and get a good feel of our hard dicks. He said I will do you a little okay? Then I got to do him. Well right away we both shoot our cum. My shot was awesome, it give me goose bumps while squirting out. meanwhile he feels of me while cumming. And we do that the rest of the nights before he leaves. I remember him laying in bed with nothing on except blue plaid boxers with one hand in the elastic.

Anonymous