How it all started

We’d been friends for a couple years. He was always at my house and we became much closer. Both of us had turned sixteen, looking at grass made us hard; even the sky. I was the first to ask as we lay in my bed one night, “Wanna jack off”? I was like, OMG? Did I say that out loud?

“Say what?” He asked in the dim light.

We’d been down the street drinking beer and smoking some killer herb. We walked back to my place bumping shoulders and laughing at everything. Now I can honestly say I have never had a gay thought; liar, liar, pants on fire.

“I am so… fuckin hard right now; wanna jack off, or we could jack each other off?” I questioned the friend next to me in my bed. This had never happened before. Did I say that out load?

With what I assume, was wide eyes, he looked at me. “I don’t want to jack you off but you can jack me, if you want.” I was a little miffed but, was ok with jacking him off.

I started by lying next to him but the angle didn’t feel right so I sat next to him Indian style. He was bone hard so I pulled his shorts down hooking them under his balls. This would work. I spit in my hand thinking the wetter the better even though he was supplying more slippery juice than was needed.

I started with one hand then clasped them together to give him a two handed jack-off-cum like turns me on. He knew when I pulled his briefs down and on his own lifted that butt off the bed making it easier for me. 

I gotta back up. We are both sixteen, have a pimple or two; I’d popped a few on his back. We’re not gym rats, both of us about five seven, and a buck forty. It’s not like we are ugly, he’s cute in his own way and he would say the same about me. We both have funny hair, a little definition on our arms, and below the belt we were equal.

Again, I need to back up; My best friends name is Aaron. He hates it so I call him, Ron. I am the only one who can do that. I am Butch, he calls me Bitch. He is the only one who gets away with that.

When I say we were equal below the belt I am talking about six and a half inches extra hard; maybe seven on our best day that I don’t think we’ve seen yet. That’s my guess because I’ve never seen him hard until now.

I worked that rod with both hands like he was bigger, over his crown then down to the base. I wondered if I should grab a sock to pull over him so he could cum without any clean up. After some short thought, the answer was, a big flat, no. I let him blast in my hands allowing his sperm to run down over his balls dribbling to his crack.

Big old breath from me. Before it hit the sheets I used two fingers to pull it back up over his butt hole only to soak his balls more. It’s a remarkable thing when you cum from the act your performing, getting another guy off and cuming yourself.

I am one who likes to get, a little messy at times. Sure I use a sock when I’m not in the mood. But on other occasions I use my first load as lube to bring off another after a few minutes. That’s what I did to him with the massive load he shot.

My hands were full of him and full of him. He had gone kind of soft like I do but he hardened again. I continued using him as lube. I had already shot a load. “You’re killing me’, He said.

“I thought I was jacking you off.” And I went to town bringing another thunderous explosion. I cleaned him and my hand.

We didn’t talk about it and Sunday went by with my brain on fire. I mean I’d jacked him off twice and came from doing it.

He picked me up Monday morning. It was a little strange. He turned in his seat then shut the engine off. Looking at me, he said, “I’m sorry.” I wondered why?

In my mind I was like, what? “I should have jacked you off, dude.” He told me. Again I was like, what?

“It’s cool bro.” I told him acknowledging what we’d done in the light of day.

“No it’s not. I owe you one. Why’d you stop?” He asked that with a look I’d never seen before. I had no idea what he was talking about, he came, twice. There wasn’t anything to bitch about.

“What?” I asked looking at him.

“Why didn’t you push your fingers into me?” He asked. Again my mind is like, What?

It’s not like I didn’t want to push my fingers into him, feel the heat and tightness of it. I mean push my fingers in his ass. I couldn’t.   

“We’re gonna be late,” and the conversation ended.

I thought about it all day. What did he mean? Was it like pushing cum filled fingers in his ass? Gross. But I thought about it all day kind of warming up to the idea.

We got in his car after school, he looked at me then said, “I’m staying at yours tonight”. OK.

After a pause he told me, “I owe you one.” I was like, OK, again.

Now this boy was ready for bed when we got home at three. We talked. The whole thing with me jacking him off and stuff. The way I made him cum twice. He said again how he should have; I mean he was remorseful he hadn’t. Somehow I knew there would be a makeup jackoff.

FYA. I find things in life that make me cry. I can’t help it. I read a twelve-page book with a little boy on the cover. It was ‘awesome; graphic’s. A young boy growing and his mother singing him to sleep. And then her old, a son doing what she had. Grampy says, take in the little things.    

Little did I know. He refused to let me touch myself, Wouldn’t let me do anything. It was hell on fire. He stroked me like I had him, clasped his hands running me through his fingers. The big surprise was his fingers moving over each nipple. Where has this been all my life? I should ride the short bus.

Life is crazy when you’re sixteen. The sudden feel of his mouth. Breath. Breath. Music was in the background. ‘Sixteen years and my life is still, trying to get up this great big hill of life’. He sucked and stroked me till I was on the brink, then slowed. What a fucker! I whined like a little bitch; I was so… close. He stopped completely. Again. What a fucker.

‘I realized quickly when I knew I should, as the world should be one big brother hood, of man.’ Too late. I came in his mouth with such shame that I hadn’t tapped him out.

He didn’t swallow but let it run down my shaft, over my balls, then over my clenched ass cheeks. He swept it up with two fingers and said, “Don’t freak’.

He used those two fingers to push my own cum into my ass. I wish I’d seen it. The, don’t freak thing, freaked me out till he hit a thing up there. He knew something I didn’t.

He pushed in with a little pressure and would pull back with a finger on each side of what he’d found. I didn’t even know it was there. I never softened. The hand that wasn’t in my hole stroked me slowly and his mouth found my head again. I was dying. I came for the second time.

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FYA. Grampy asked, should I continue??? RJC.