Chris and Max

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Unlike others you read on this site, I do more than just one thing at a time. For me, it’s hard with one thing going on. ‘If Truth Be Told’ Is something that distracts me. ‘Chris and Max’ is another. I have long chapters that I try breaking into shorter ones, don’t want to bore you with unnecessary shit, but that’s what stories are.

I have like five different things going on right now. ‘The Bug’ ‘Something Different’ ‘Max and Chris’ ‘Taking a hard Right’ Along with ‘Truth Be Told’. I am different than others on this site.

I enjoy writing and reading what others have to offer, stories that bring on a hard penis, something that makes us boys. Lucky us. I think I may have changed this site in a good way. More readers rate and comment, Authors now post in a timely manner, and new Authors have stepped up.

It has been a while since I have sent a shout out to all. First, I would like to compliment Luke, and his story, ‘Outed’. Grant, and all he does along with Big D, and don’t get me started on, Danny Galen Cooper. He came out of nowhere and kicked me off number ten on this site.

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Max and I had been friends since Middle School; seventh grade actually. When we were freshmen I told him a lie, not just any lie, or one most guys fall pressure to, I’d fucked a girl. It was a lie and as time and edging from Max went on, I elaborated a lot.

We did what guys do and would jack off every weekend staying at one, or the others. I always told him the story, each time adding something more from my imagination about me fucking a girl. I did have a friend and she was a girl, but not my girlfriend. We were jack-off buddies. Sounds weird but read on.

We were friends, both freshmen, and it started simple enough. We lived close and one day she told me to get off at her stop so I did. She was so unemotional about it, made it seem like nothing was out of the ordinary; “Will you show me your dick, Chris?” She asked.

So… just spend some time on that thought in my mind. One would think it might all start with a kiss or something; not so. It turned into a Quid-pro-quo. I would show her and she would do the same, but we never touched. I did show her my dick and she asked if it always looked like that?

I told her I was getting hard and she asked me why, for which, I didn’t have an answer. Now I’d just unzipped and it was sticking out of my pants and she watched it grow. “Go ahead and take off your pants and stuff, I want to see.” She told me; and what did I do? I let her see.

She got up close like it was some sort of examination, looking at the veins and wrinkled skin of my balls, then asked what the wetness was. I told her I thought it was nature's lube and smeared enough to make my head shine. She seemed to understand and I had a pang of pride and another of embarrassment.

She backed up on her bed pulling down the tights showing me something I’d only seen in pictures. She shaved, something I’d never thought about. The lips were puffy and pink, she rubbed a little thing at the top that on closer inspection turned out to be the littlest penis in the world.

She spread the skin a little and it really popped out, ran a finger across it, eyes closing for a sec and biting her lip. Then she spread her legs, help from both hands really opening her up. To me, it must have been like looking down someones’ throat. Then, like there needed to be more, she plunged two fingers in and pulled them out.

Now, I had heard the term, ‘Tuna.’ Up until this very moment I had no fuckin idea what that meant. She looked down at me with dripping fingers saying, “Natures lube.” I thought I might puke.

This went on like that every couple of weeks, we would go a little farther, there were closer inspections. Then one day she presented the challenge, “Want to see who can shoot the farthest?”

It had never dawned on me, the fact that girls could cum and actually shoot. I fuckin lost. “We need some rules,” I told her.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

I had become as comfortable with her as I had Max. “So? Am I on my back looking for distance straight up in the air? Am I going to go over my head and splat on the wall? Or do you want me to stand here and hit you in the face?” Now that was a mouth full that surprised even me.

“Tell you what, Chris. You stand there, I will open up and stick my tongue out. You hit it, you win,” She seemed so confident. I’d shot way further than this.

“Deal.” I was ready.

“Wait.”

“Wait? What?”

“If you miss, if you don’t reach my tongue, can’t make it in my mouth, you sit at the end of the bed and let me shower you.”

“Deal. Wait? What”?

“You will sit at the end of the bed and I will squirt in your mouth.” And she smiled.

Don’t ask me why I fell short of her tongue? Maybe it was jacking off in the bathroom during sixth period, before getting on the bus. “Can you give a guy a little motivation?” I inspired.

“What do you have in mind?” She asked with a questioning smile.

“I was thinking maybe you’d finger yourself some more. How many fingers can you stick in there?”

“I can get most of this hand.” She said holding up her right.

“Lets’ do that and maybe I can hit your tongue.” I pushed under my ball hard milking nature's lube to the top. Lets’ do this.

Now when I should have been concentrating on my cock I was mesmerized by the attention of her hand. She was so wet that her fingers and thumb went in easily; she was challenging herself. When she made it over her knuckles it was like that hand was sucked into the wrist.

“You can’t believe how long I’ve been trying to do that, Chris.” And she took a deep breath.

She moved her hand, wrist, and arm; I was almost going soft and had to put some real thought into hitting her tongue. I didn’t make it. She used the free hand to get me into position, the foot of her bed, the hand that was busy, was really busy.

It didn’t take her long; like way less than me. She pulled her hand out with a smack and I was hit with a firehose of nasty fluid that was propelled with such force my head snapped back. Yuck. Her cum was draining for the girl that jacked off in my face. “You can go now.” She said.

I mean so many things were going through my, fifteen-year-old mind walking down the stairs then outside. My hair was wet, guess why? I ran hands over my face for the second time, some of that shit got in my eyes, and hoped I not to go blind.

I was like, stink on legs. My shirt was wet down to my navel, my fuckin hands reeked, and I was still hoping I wouldn’t go blind.

Back to Max

“I had like my hand in her pussy, my thumb found her tight little ass hole, she took it.”

“No way, Dude.” As he stroked looking at me.

“Way, Dude. She wanted it. I could feel my thumb with the fingers in her pussy.”

“Was it tight?”

“The pussy sucking on my hand or her little butt?”

“Her ass, Dude. Well, both?”

I held up my hand, spread my fingers, and wiggled my thumb. “Yes, her little ass was tighter.”

“Tighter than What?” He asked still stroking.

We were facing each other on my bed, naked from the waist down, with our legs in a big diamond.

“You want to know how tight it was, put your middle finger in your ass and you’ll know just how tight it was.” I never thought he’d do it.

I came in splashes, tons of cum shot from my body, Max was right.

“Told you, Dude.”

To be continued???