My Two Big Buddies

Some guys nick named me Rod, which I got when I was in grade 7 -

I was kind of a runt - and a real geek - which big asshole boys made fun of me and did some bully tactics too.

 But I figured how to get two bigger boys to liking me - I make a deal to blow them - that made it okay for them and easier on me. The good part was they protect me, which was nice.

Some times they play with my hard dick - while I sucked them off,  it was a kind of a fair trade. Both them guys are about 15, and didn't let anybody mess with me.

 They don't ever say nothing - or made noise when getting a suck. Except I made mistake- the only time was I kept blowing them more after they cum. I just keep on sucking on their dick and go down on it still more. they grab hold of my head and saying, "OKAY STOP IT"

 Them guys - they was nice to me - and being that I like to play with their dicks, it got me then all hard. I jack off some big shots... unless they all ready done it for me,  which was nice of them.

Anonymous

The Semi Private Room

A cousin of mine enlisted in the army right out of high school. His basic training took place at an army post in the city where we lived. When he finally got a pass, we picked him up and brought him to our house where he spent a couple of days and nights with us. It's been so long now that I can't tell you how old I was, but I do know that I was a few years younger than him and already into masturbation.

 There was a twin bed and a futon in my room. We hung out just talking about his time away and where he might get stationed. He pondered about getting laid by exotic girls. I joked he better have lots of money to pay them. We had a few more laughs about stupid junk we dreamed about doing. After we quit talking and turned out the light, a few minutes went by and then my cousin rolled onto his back. I saw a big raised up hump in the covers. I was playing possum, but of course tuned-in to what was happening.

 At first he just seemed to be playing with himself, but soon I knew he was beating his meat, apparently taking his time and not rushing. But that didn't last long. Soon he was pounding away and after a couple of minutes he began making noises which were a lot of E sounds. The longer he jerked, the more audible the noises became. I can still hear them, a constant repetition of E's with moments of silence between. They got faster and faster and sounded almost like he was crying, constantly going,
 "E, E, E, E."

 I laid on my side to watch him and (you better believe it!) I was jacking my stubby chub right along with him. All of a sudden he whispered,
 "Oh God, oh God, oh God."

There was silence for a second and then a very obvious final high-pitched,
 "GOD!!......."

His climax triggered mine and I shot like hell right into my covers.

The second night he jacked off again but this time was a lot quieter about it. I remembered one of the things he told us about basic training, was that the guys had very little privacy. In my youthful logic I decided that he had not jacked off for weeks and weeks, which explained the sound track combined with the apparent need when he finally had a chance to relieve his massive pressure.

Anonymous

The Sounds at Orgasm

The story about the guy humming while he jacked-off reminded me of the noises some of my buddies made during masturbation. Most guys were pretty quiet because we all had a deathly fear of somebody hearing us and discovering what we were doing. But I remember two of my friends who may not have been aware of the noises they were making.

 One of those dudes often spent the night with me. We felt each other real good as we prepared to masturbate, but when it came time for genuine jacking we each took care of our own boners. As my friend got close to his climax he let out a strange syllable. Not a word, just a sound. I always knew when the really good sensations hit him. "Hig," he would say, sort of like the breath being forced out of him. At the same time he got stiffer in the bed while he pumped. After a few seconds it came out again, "Hig!" And then as he homed in on an ejaculation the whispers blurred together: "Hig! Higga! Higga-higga-oh-higga-ee-higga, Hhhhh!"

The other guy whose noises I remember was a daytime partner. We usually jacked in the restroom at a fast-food place on the way home from school. With the door locked we stood together over the single toilet and helped each other get to where we needed to go. He would try to tell me when he was about to ejaculate, trying to say the simple words "I'm going to cum." But when he was in the grip of anxious pumping and sexual arousal it never quite came out that way. Whether he was stroking himself or letting me do it for him, he would only get ragged parts of the statement out. "I gon. Gonna. I. I. It. Cum. Gonna. Gonna. Now, now, it... CUM!"

Maybe you or one of your pals did the same thing?

Anonymous

Humming and Singing Praises

I had one of those experiences. Growing up, my family was Pentecostal, a branch of Christianity marked by speaking in tongues, strict morals and frequent revivals. I might also add that my people were classic Southern rednecks constantly living on the edge of economic collapse.

The evangelist who was conducting one of those week-long revivals brought along a teenage boy who sang solos at the nightly services. That kid was the tallest, skinniest guy I'd ever seen. He was 16 or 17 but acted weirdly like a saintly adult. He could quote the Bible from memory, talk in King James language, play the piano, and make people cry when he sang. However, he seemed out of touch with the real world.

 As my family's contribution to the revival, the singer stayed at our ramshackle house for the week. I was 13 and the only boy among three sisters, so I had a room to myself. To accommodate the visitor I slept on a pallet on the floor and the holy-wonder singer got my bed.

Not long after we turned the lights out the first night, the kid started humming to himself. And then my little Pentecostal mind was blown away: As he hummed he started jiggling around in the bed. And soon he was fully masturbating right there in my bed. What the hell? Wasn't that a sin? Shouldn't he be denying himself the pleasures of the flesh? But he was clearly jacking with me as an audience.

His humming continued but after a few minutes of wanking the sound became kind of fragmented, an "Mmm" tone punctuated with jerky interruptions. Sometimes he seemed to be pounding his dick frantically. At other moments he was apparently giving himself the slow treatment.

Although it seemed like an eternity to me, he reached fulfillment fairly fast, leading into his climax with a series of soft hums that grew choppier and more intense as he approached the culmination of his act. These noises were followed by a brief silence that culminated in the bed quaking as the orgasm hit his body. Then he exhaled several huge sighs. After another silence the barely audible whisper "Thank you, Jesus!" ended everything.

Apparently not satisfied with his nighttime wank, the singing boy masturbated again when he woke up the next morning, once more humming and thanking Jesus. I quickly realized that he was on a two-a-day schedule, ejaculating at bedtime and dawn no matter where he was. Hiding my actions in my covers, I kept pace with him, although I'm sure he never knew it. He was apparently so lacking in common sense that he had no idea he was communicating his sexual act to the kid on the floor.

I have come to believe that the whisper of "Thank you, Jesus!" with which he ended every wank was a heartfelt thanks for a specific blessing, the blessing of masturbation.

Anonymous

A Nice Compliment from Someone Special

Okay Guys I gotta beat on my chest a a little. My sweetie sent me this heart-felt note last night.  I certainly enjoyed reading it about the recent story below. But he went on to talk about the blog in a general manner.
I asked his approval to post it. serving as his insight on the work behind the blog. So Guys sorry to indulge, but I take a nice compliment very dearly from someone I value and trust so well. Also kind thanks to Carlo for his diligent work on the Tripoli series.  There is more coming soon.
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The comments below are from MG:

In the Tripoli stories, I especially liked Marek, the Polish buddy he first met there. He says he was 15. I liked the pic you posted with part 1 of Marek. The slighter, tanned boy in the water. I pictured Marek looking just like the boy in that picture. That's where the pictures really compliment the stories as only the Author knows what the boys in their stories really looked like in real life, the readers have to try and come up with an image in their own head of what the boys would potentially look like. Posting the pics with the story kinda does that part for you in giving you an image of the story characters straight away at the beginning so you can picture them looking that way immediately.

 I think it's especially great that you take great care to select the right picture for each story. You don't want to just post any one picture on any story. The effectiveness is in the details, such as matching up the ages, skin colour, hair colour and the background scene (such as a beach, swimming, playing, on a bed etc.) it's great that you try and select pics that match the character descriptions in the story.

~MG~

Shared blog Story

A reader submitted this cute Junior High check-in, but it kind of fits best at the BS blog. Link to read.

Junior's Surprise

My son is now 17, but a few years ago at the beginning of the summer when he had just barely turned 12 we made our first trip of the season to a favorite big water park in a neighboring city.



In our home I'd never see him naked but in the changing room at this water park I was shocked to see how big my son had already gotten down there! His whole thing was amazingly big and fat! Outwardly, until that sight, I honestly didn't think his puberty had even started yet. Fully dressed he still looked like a little kid with a high squeaky voice. I have to admit that looking at him, I, too, began to wonder if my son had also possibly "climbed Mount Jackoff" yet.

Anonymous

The Double Thrill Ride

Hello! On one day that I was then a14 year old, I enjoyed and thrilled to ride the most biggest roller-coaster at any theme park in Germany. While it goes way up high and down very fast. I discover my penis is grown in the erection state, so much hard with how I was riding and bouncing so much. I had to think about how I will later do some jacking to it.

 So fast and scarey goes the car, that all people must hold tightly in afraid condition. Also it's always bumpy while swinging from this side and to that side. To me it was great fun and more action for this growing erection, it becomes much more hard for me. That all happened- motion continued and such jiggling was of great excitement for my penis.

What can you guess next? Of course the sex liquid flow so much its made all gooey inside my clothes. So very much is in my pants. All of the wet juice. When it finished over and done, I decide. It was two of the best feelings for a boy to know, this thrill ride, and such superb feelings in vibrations to the Penis this whole time together.When a boys get the excited penis, you can't stop it..... that is what I discovered that day. That is still so nice!

Anonymous

A Reader's Suggested Topic

Even further back...Roman boys were notorious masturbaters.

In one of his Satires the poet Juvenal discusses the futility of following the learned professions. He ends with the schoolmaster. After complaining about how parents want the master to stuff their sons' heads with arcane mythological trivia, the poet goes on to say that they also demand that the teacher be a sort of second father to the whole class, and keep them from shameful activities.

 But, says Juvenal, "it's hard to keep your eyes on the hands of so many boys at the same time!"

Anonymous

Every Boys Fear - Discovery

My mother visited us this summer, and I was shocked and embarrassed to find out how much of my adolescent sexuality he knew about.

It came apparent when the following occurred just last month-

 We were getting ready to go out for a family dinner and my 13 year old son was showering. We were waiting and waiting and then I said innocently to my mom now that he’s 13 it seems to take him a whole lot longer to shower. I was implying but not openly stating my suspicion that perhaps he jerks off in the shower quite frequently now. Or maybe she would assume that puberty has made him a bit more smelly.

  Then she said to me,
  “Doesn’t he just masturbate into his socks like you used to do?”

 I was shocked! I said,
  “What??”

 She responded,
  “Oh come on, once you turned 13 I don’t think I ever washed a white crew sock of yours that you apparently hadn’t tried to get pregnant.”

 (My mom was right, I did masturbate into my dirty white gym socks and then throw them into the hamper, but I had no idea that she knew I did. She also told me that she knew about “Jennifer, in the basement” when I was 15. (She was my first, I did confide in my uncle who then bought me my first condoms, but apparently he also told my dad who then told my mom.)

  What I was then worried she was going to mention was if she knew about any of the three long-time jerk-off buddies I had at various times during 7th, 8th, and 9th grade. Sometimes after swimming at the pool or other times after playing basketball, we would be so horny and needed to jerk so urgently. I guess it just felt right to share the pressure release with a buddy. (Truth be told, probably about a quarter of the cum-soaked socks that went into the hamper were not soaked with my cum, but with the cum of one of my jacking friends.)

 I certainly was not going to ask, but I’m assuming that she did not know about how active I was in masturbating with my friends in those wonderful years.

Anonymous

My Best Summer

Our extended family was pretty large. We had big cookouts together on holidays, as well as parties for everybody’s birthdays. In the summertime these events usually happened at Aunt Sue and Uncle Joe’s place because they had a big house and a swimming pool.

When it was time to swim, guys changed in the upstairs bathroom, girls downstairs. It was very informal for the guys. Grown men changed one at a time but boys would change together, maybe three or four guys of various ages in the bathroom at once, all talking and carrying on and thinking nothing of “letting it all hang out” in front of each other.

I had been part of this family locker-room mentality forever, beginning with my father peeling off my street clothes in front of other little boys and pulling a bathing suit over my butt when I was barely a toddler. Then I got big enough to proudly join the other boys without any help. My cousins and I had been naked in front of each other all our lives.

The summer that I was 12 I shared the bathroom one day with Curt, slightly older than me, a tallish, skinny, dark-haired dude. Just the two of us were changing together. As Curt pulled down his boxers, his tan line became visible. And then his peter came into view, highlighted against the stark whiteness of untanned crotch skin. Remember, I had been seeing all the cousins’ peters for years. I didn’t stare at them, you understand, yet I was aware of how everybody’s dick looked. So I was well acquainted with Curt’s crotch.

Curt’s bare penis swung around as he wrestled with his jock strap. But there was something different. What I saw this year stunned me. I was absolutely amazed to see that Curt had hair! It had happened since last summer. There was a small snarl of black wispy stuff right above his dick. And his dick itself looked longer and thicker than it used to.

Seeing what had happened to Curt astonished me. I could not keep my eyes off the swinging penis, the little bush of curly hair, the black patches in his armpits.

I think Curt knew what was going on in my head. He stepped to the commode and pissed, aiming a forceful stream into the bowl. “Ah, the pause that refreshes!” he said as he shook the final drops off his penis. He turned my direction and stood facing me a little longer than necessary, watching me as I tried not to stare. Then he finished changing.

You could say that I made an ass out of myself the rest of the summer. I made sure that I changed with Curt every time we went to Aunt Sue’s and Uncle Joe’s. When we were in the pool all I could think about was the black hair that I personally knew was hidden above his dick. Whenever Curt decided to get out and dry off, I was right behind him, trailing him to the bathroom. When he stood completely naked in the bathroom I was there beside him. He could not take a step without me following. If Curt noticed my constant attention, he apparently didn’t mind.

Meanwhile, I was at the stage in my own development where my dick was aggravating me. It would get hard at inconvenient times and places, like in church or sitting at the table for a meal. I would enter restrooms when I didn’t need to “go,” just so I could pop my little erection out of my pants, wiggle it around and wish it would get soft. I went to sleep at night with one hand stuck into my briefs, holding onto my stiff peter.

Late that summer Curt made his move. I’d been looking at him all this time but was unaware that apparently he’d been looking at me also. The two of us were in the bathroom, drying off. Suddenly he pointed to my dick and told me, “Your dingle is poking out.”

 My which? It’s doing what? Suddenly I realized that my peter was rising, becoming harder every second and elevating from its resting position. I was already halfway stiff, right in front of Curt.

Curt touched his own dick while looking straight at mine. I tried to shield my crotch, holding both hands in front of my boner.

“Don’t hide it,” Curt said. “Hell, I get hard too. Everybody does.”

There was kind of an awkward silence while we looked at each other. Then Curt told me, “It’s just getting hard because your stuff is cold after swimming. Here. I’ll warm everything up for you.”

He extended one hand toward me, sort of offering his fingers. In a second his warm hand was wrapped around my ball sack. “That’s better, huh?” Curt asked me. He gave my balls a few gentle squeezes and tickled them for a second. His fingers moved upward to touch my stiff little prod for an instant.

“Was that okay?” he asked.

Okay? It was awesome. My dick became mega erect. My balls tingled from the touch of his hand. And to top it off, Curt was now jiggling his own stiffening equipment, wiggling himself right in front of me.

“That’s a nice hard dingle you’ve got there,” he told me. “Real nice.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, wondering if I might be lucky enough that he would touch me again.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he continued after a pause, “but your thingy started it. Want to feel mine to make us even?”

His dick had risen dramatically. It was seriously hard, completely inflexible, extending out from his body, beyond horizontal and halfway toward vertical. I gave it a few nervous touches, awesomely honored at what he was letting me do.

“Okay,” he announced. “Enough of that. We don’t want to clean up a mess.”

Mess? I had no idea how we had gotten from the subject of hard peters to the subject of making a mess.

In the weeks that followed I had something new to occupy my thoughts whenever my dick got hard. Every time I had a hard-on I remembered Curt tickling my balls and stiffie. At night I fantasized that he was touching me ever so lightly while I tried to go to sleep. My scrotum tingled and my erection pulsed.

Finally it was time for another pool party. I had been looking forward to this day forever. It seemed to me that things were reversed and Curt was sort of following me this time. He was the one who made sure we changed together. Before I ever unsnapped my pants I knew I was already hard. Was Curt? I hoped so.

“How’s your little pecker?” he asked.

“Good,” I answered. “How’s yours?”

“Stiff as a board. Here, feel it.” He stepped a little closer and slid his boxers down.

For several minutes we stood together silently while we felt and touched and caressed each other’s erections. My peter was so stiff I thought it would burst.

There were voices outside the door. “We better get out of here,” Curt whispered. “I think people are waiting. Let’s do this again after we swim.”

So we hauled our bathing trunks on, grabbed our towels, and headed for the pool. How long did we swim with the rest of the crowd? An hour? Maybe two? I have no idea. All I could think about was what Curt and I were going to do afterwards.

I’ve had years to think about all of this and I realize Curt already knew how to jack off, a skill I had not yet learned. But he didn’t lead us into a pump session. We just stood together in the bathroom, hip-to-hip, fondling our boy organs and tickling everything we could reach. It was my first experience with sexual intimacy and I was in heaven.

That was Labor Day, the end of summer parties. I was in seventh grade that term, taking a year of PE, besides other classes, and secretly peeking at all the bare bodies on display in the locker room. Some of the guys had pubes, and I mentally compared them to Curt’s little fringe, illogically hating boys who had more hair than Curt. He and I saw each other at occasional Fall and Winter gatherings and managed to use the bathroom together at one of them. But we didn’t actually do anything. Since it wasn’t a swim party, we didn’t have any justification for stripping bare in each other’s presence.

Early in April I was lying in bed and trying to go to sleep one night. The fantasy of Curt touching my body overwhelmed me. I was 13 now, intensely hard at school, constantly feeling of myself at night. My squeezes and wiggles that night turned to strokes as I lay on my back and messed with my dick. Before long I was in the grip of mysterious feelings that told me to immediately quit what I was doing - and yet also encouraged me to continue. I couldn’t stop; as a matter of fact, I seemed to pump faster and faster until my banging hand was out of control, whamming back and forth on my erect penis.

I climaxed for the first time in a frightened panic, feeling my body shake and shooting a blast of unknown stuff into my covers and all over my pajamas. Then I lay gasping for breath and trying to figure out what the blankety-blank had just happened. I was scared to death.

By the time of our first Summer party at Sue and Joe’s on Memorial Day, I’d had several weeks to deal with my fright and had settled into a comfortable schedule of pumping my stiffie two or three times a week. I kept a roll of toilet paper in my dresser and took a handful to bed whenever I agreed with myself that “tonight’s the night.”

Curt and I looked at each other. Was he still interested? Or was he embarrassed about what we did last summer? What if he didn’t want to do things like that any more?

I shouldn’t have worried. We ran some little boys out of the upstairs bathroom and locked ourselves in, immediately unfastening our pants and then standing there in our underwear. Curt had a silly grin on his face. “Drop ‘em,” he told me, pointing a finger at me in imitation of a gun. Both of us bared our crotches at the same time.

Curt was a lot further along than he’d been the previous summer. His little fluff of black hair had become a full bush of curly manhood above his thicker, heavier peter. I was about to comment on his pubes, but Curt spoke first, in a hushed whisper: “You’ve got hair! You didn’t have any last year! You’ve been a busy boy!”

I had hair? Somehow I hadn’t noticed. I looked down. Sure enough, a few little solitary filaments had sprouted without me knowing.

We wasted no time, immediately reaching toward each other’s crotch and trading feel jobs. I stepped back a little and wrapped my hand around my boner. “Do you ever do this?” I asked, giving myself a few back-and-forth pumps.

“You jack off too?” Curt asked, genuinely impressed. “I was pretty sure you didn’t know about doing that last year.”

“I didn’t. But now I do.”

We were both sliding our hands back and forth on our dicks, watching each other and thoroughly enjoying being guys.

“I’ve been thinking about this all year,” Curt told me.

“Me too,” I answered.

The little boys hammered on the door and pleaded with us to let them change. It took us less than five minutes to help each other fire incredible cumshots, wipe up the evidence, and finally let the little guys have the bathroom.

I was 13 and Curt was 14. It was the start of the summer that I have never forgotten.

Anonymous

Fooling With Peter (Part 3)

This is the Final Chapter of Fooling with Peter from Carlo57, for previous stories Read-
Part 1
Part 2

Part 3 -

We thanked Peter's Grandma and kissed her cheek for that delicious lunch she prepared, then we all scampered away to play. It was only a short jog then we reached the small lake. A shimmering stretch of cobalt blue in the belly of the rolling green meadow. The water was sparkling clean, and not very deep, at least for the first hundred meters.

 Before reaching the water Peter, Jack and Andrew had already thrown aside their briefs and jumped into the water naked. I didn't waste any time, and just did the same. We swam to about where the water was up to our chests and started fooling around, splashing water on each other, engulfing one another, and all that crazy staff. Including some wrestling, but it seemed to meet guy cred since the  water covered our waist and everything lower. However, all of the touching of body to body made for some special effects of us horny teen boys. We all appeared on the shore with nice boners jutting straight out. Jack, Andrew, Peter and I  awkwardly thrown suddenly into the somber moment of our full nudity. Peter submitted the ice-breaker with a brazen  smile then said “OK lads. So Carlo here,  is my same good friend..... almost the same as you guys are. But mebbe even better”.
“Better?” asked Andrew “in what way, is he any better?”
“Sit down on the grass and we will show you” instructs Peter...he looked towards me and smiled a go ahead command..

I sit in front of Andrew, and with my feet I'm starting to caress his dick and balls. Then so did Peter with Jack's glistening wet privates.

“Fuck! It feels good! Exclaimed Jack. Andrew said nothing, but begun moaning.
Both of them were really excited by our feet fondling. Playing with their balls and dicks gave me and Peter our own type of pleasure, we were as hard as them. First it was Andrew to blew his load onto his chest with the slower dribbles puddling onto the arches of my feet. Minutes later Jack sent his load blowing streams all over Peter's legs.

“UFF! Fuck! It was great” said Andrew “Carlo is really better than we were”.

We laughed and Peter said, “Now is you turn to "trample" our dick and balls!”

Without any hesitation Andrew reached my balls and dick with his feet and Jack did the same to Peter. They laughed seeing us moaning and soon shooting our big loads. We lay for a while on grass talking and laughing, and returned to the water to clean off and cool ourselves from the sun's heat. We played like fools in a water for an hour. Then rested back on the shore, cushioned by soft grass.

“Where did you learn that way?” Asked Jack
“‘From my school mate” I said “ and I learned something else”.
“What?” Jack and Andrew asked at the same moment.
“You really want to know? If I show you, you would have to do the same” I smiled.

“Don’t fuck around ! Just show us! We promise to do the same! – exclaimed Jack.


“OK, so..... Peter and Andrew, you  two sit on your hands and do nothing, just watch” I directed and then laid down on my belly between Jack's legs. His penis was still soft, balls hanging low from his body. To be honest it was a marvelous picture! I took his dick in one hand and started to caress it, with my other hand I softly cupped his balls. When his dick was semi hard I licked it along, then up to the pink head. Jack shivered and moaned. I took his whole dick into my mouth and sucked. His body was trembling and he was breathing heavily. His dick tasted differently than my school mate Robert, but still nicely. I enjoyed sucking it and slowly caressing his nice balls.

In the meantime I looked at Peter and Andrew. They did sit on their hands for a while, but couldn’t resist any longer. Andrew pushed Peter down and started to lick his dick and balls. It excited me even more, and I speed up my movement on Jack’s dick. Shortly I felt he was on edge, so I pulled his dick out of my mouth and just licked his balls. He shouted out and blew his massive load. He fell back on the grass, breathing heavily. I watched Andrew sucking Peter’s dick with furious in and out movement. Seeing that, I couldn’t resist. I rolled Andrew on his side and took his hard dick into my mouth. Jack was stunned watching Andrew sucking Peter, and me sucking Andrew. He reached for my dick and began to give my a blow job. We were moaning like four mad boys. I moved my hips to put my whole dick into Andrew's mouth. We accelerate our movements and shortly exploded. Jack covered my hands with large amount of cum. Peter exploded on Jack’s hands and his own belly. Andrew was too late to withdraw my dick from his mouth and I delivered my warm cum into his mouth. He just spit it out. We lay on the grass for at least half an hour, breathing heavily. Later we swim in the lake, then returned home for another fine supper.

“What have you done over there, that you are so tired?” asked grandma
“We swam a lot, grandma” answered Peter.

“Go to bed quickly. You have to rise up early tomorrow, to help Andrew’s Grandpa in fields.
Peter and I reached bed, lay naked, but we were so exhausted, that we did nothing more, just fell asleep.
Over the next days we were helping Andrew’s and Jack’s Grandpas in fields till the afternoon. We had always a two large containers with homemade lemonade, which we drank a lot, during the summer heat and heavy work. On one day, I wondered where I could piss, but I saw Robert just take his dick out of his pants and just openly pissing were he stood, without any shame at all. So I did the same.
 Many days  we worked until the mid afternoon until lunch break. often after lunch we all  four ran to the lake. Before reaching the water we were naked and sucking each other in the 69. Then we cooled down in the water, without speaking we would change partners and do 69 again with another guy. During those  incredible summer days I sucked and got sucked by three fantastic boys several times over. That was the most fantastic holiday of my life!

Unfortunately, Peter’s father was transferred again after two months, and we never met again.

The End

Carlo

 

Fooling With Peter (Part 2)

Carlo's story about his close friend Peter is extended to 3 parts. Now we have Part 2, Continued from Part 1

 Now that my brother had left, I used the internal lock on our front door. No one could open it from the outside. Returning to my room I saw Peter already naked. We lay down on my bed and wanked each other. I had a box of Kleenex ready for use this time. After the first climax, we fooled around and finished with touching our dicks and balls with feet. I grabbed Peter’s soft dick with my feet and started to wank.

 “Hey, buddy! I never did this way. It feels nice” he said and watched my feet working on his dick and balls. He got instantly boner, and moaned. His dick and my feet became wet with his precum, and it made the caresses more excited.

“Oh yee! I love it! Don’t stop! I am cumming! His dick and my feet were covered soon with his cum.

“That was great!” he said. We used Kleenex and Peter took my hard dick between his feet.

“You are right. It feels good!” I said. Watching his feet playing with my dick and balls gave me an extra excitement. My shot was so strong that my cum covered not only my dick and friends feet, but some of it reached his chest and face.

“Man! Fuck you! – he exclaimed with grin and cleaned his face with tissue.

“ Learn to aim better with your gun. I don’t want to have your cum on my face”.

“Sorry, buddy” I said “but it were your sweet feet made me blow out so strong!.

 My parents used to go on Sundays to visit family or friends and they understood that for me and my brother, both teenagers, it would be really boring to spend a lot of time with adults, so they agreed to leave us alone. My brother was happy, cause he had time to see his girlfriend. I was happy too. I could fool around with Peter or Robert, my two best wanking friends.

 Summer time I spent mostly on horse riding around a nice scenic place spreading around a lake and edged by a lush forest. There were plenty of boys and girls of my age, students and adult people all outside and enjoying the natural beauty. We started our rides at six o’clock morning, to avoid the heat. Later we spent time mostly on the lake. We saw girls in bikinis, and it made us really horny. But 15-16yo girls were much more interested in older boys, like college students, so we could only dream about them and… wank.

 Once Peter and I were also lucky to have another guy join for wanks in the showers. We met another dude on a long ride then after riding well into the heat of the day, we all three rushed into the cool showers. I think it was due to the heat of the day and some exercise while riding so much, that we all needed a wank. At the beginning we were just wanking ourselves, but soon we were wanking each other. We eventually began doing our group wanks two times a day. That was really nice vacation.

 After returning back home, I fooled around some with Robert, my best class mate, like always we were wanking each other, and finally giving each other first blow jobs. It seemed it was just a few day later, Robert left with his parents to Bulgaria, and Peter was helping his grandparents at a small village, so I remained alone. Happily, next day I met Peter’s parents. They came to my parents and invited me to join Peter for a week in his grands place. The same day they drove me there.

 The village was really small one. Three or four families, all of them in their sixties, and no other people around. Peter was very happy to see me, as was I. We agreed to share his room and one big bed. Peter’s parents left to travel back to Warsaw the same evening. His grandparent were very kind and treated me like another grandson.

 I felt so comfortable in their loving home, that I called them grandpa and grandma. They served a delicious supper, with home made bread, their own fresh butter, white cheese, tasty sausages, ham and whole milk.

 I liked to see the wood burning stove in the kitchen and two cats laying above it. When it came time to go bed, grandma asked me

 "Do you mind to take bath together with Peter? We have to warm up the water on stove, and it takes quite a bit of time. I hope you are not ashamed to be in your birthday suit with Peter. In the end you are both young boys and friends”.

 It was so quaint how she invited it, I almost laughed, but contained the joy and respectfully assured her, that it would be no problem. Slyly, I turned away for a smile directed to Peter, who confirmed with a wink of one eye.

 After the quick bath, we hurried to his bed, both remaining naked in anticipation. We gave each other a nice hand job captured into a bath towel. Then Peter fell asleep immediately. Later I understood why, he was working in fields each day and was just exhausted. Next morning, after a big and delicious breakfast, we helped Grandpa to collect hay from one of his meadows, using the cart with two horses. Two other boys came to help us. They were Peter’s friends, Andrew and Jack, who came to their grandpas for the rest of vacations. All of us we were dressed just in briefs, like village boys. I found Jack and Andrew quite handsome. Peter noticed my ogling eyes, grinned a bit and affirmed my interest with one of his winks. When we finished with hay hauling, Peter’s grandma offered all of us a fantastic lunch, then she said.

 "Grampa and I Thank you boys for your help. Now you can run to the lake and enjoy your the rest of the day, but you boys be careful."

End - Part 2 of 3

Carlo