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Allan's New Boyfriend - Parts 2 & 3, The Stay-over & In the Church Restroom
Part 2, The Stay-over By: AllanNKnox
The first thing we both did when we arrived home is ask our parents if David could stay overnight tomorrow night. And like the good parents that they are, they proceeded to contact each other. I don't remember who called who but they got their heads together and decided that it was too short a notice. But wanting to accommodate their boys they worked out another plan. My parents and I would visit them at their house on Saturday afternoon for a cookout and David could go home with us, meeting up with his parents at church the next morning. Okay, it wasn't what we asked for, but it was still THIS weekend.
Saturday, my Mother didn't have to tell me twice to clean up my room or do any of my chores. I was excited and grateful enough to do anything they said. We arrived at David's at about 4:30 and immediately the women went into the kitchen and the men sat down in the living room to talk. David invited me to look at his room, it was the first time I'd seen his room since they moved into their new house. Mostly we just sat on the bed and talked.
"I'm really looking forward to this. Tonight is going to be so much fun." I said.
"Me too!"
"Are you ready to go?"
He got up and went to his closet, pulled out a gym bag and a hanger with all his "Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes" and put them on the foot of the bed.
"Does that answer your question?" he said, smiling real big.
We went out to see what the adults were doing and found the living room vacant. Our mothers were still in the kitchen but our fathers were on the back deck cooking something on the grill. So a bit later we ate and then left about 7:00. What we did next, I just don't remember. We could have gone to see a movie, bowling, or just stopped to get Ice Cream for desert on the way home to watch TV. These seemed to be my parents' favorite pass-times back then, when not in church.
During this time I did not have a regular bed. My parents put me on something they called a "roll-a-way bed". It was a single bed with a metal frame that would fold up for easy storage in a closet, it was something like an army cot. Since David and I were too old for us both to sleep on that bed, they folded it up and brought a double sized mattress from another bed into my room and put it on the floor. And my Mom made up the bed for us to sleep on. At my parents' regular bed time they looked in on us. We were in bed wearing only our briefs (which is how we both normally slept) with only my desk lamp on for light. My parents said "Good Night and don't stay up too late. Remember you have to get up for church in the morning." and with that they closed the door and went to bed.
We continued talking for a while afterward because we wanted to make sure that they were asleep before we started anything. We started our conversation with telling each other every dirty joke we could think of, interspersed with everything we had heard about what we were planning to do.
Up to then, we had heard older boys talk about a "blow-job" or "getting sucked" and it was supposed to feel real good. They said that girls sometimes offered it to a boyfriend when they didn't want to take a chance of getting pregnant. According to the boys, it was supposed to be a good substitute real sex, and even if you couldn't get a girl to do it, there were guys that would do it and liked doing it. So sucking is one of the things we wanted to try.
Those guys also talked about something called "corn-holeing" which was fucking another guy in the butt. They said, with some disgust, that when some guys were really hard up for a fuck, when a blow-job just wouldn't do, that they thought it would be alright to corn-hole a guy. But according to them, the guy that got corn-holed had to like it and you had to rough him up afterward because he wasn't supposed to like it. I figured that if the guy getting fucked liked it as much as the fucker did, it was too much like real sex for their straight minds to handle. What David and I learned from this was that it could be a pleasurable experience especially for the fucker and to stay away from boys that really wanted to be fucking girls. So this too was something we wanted to try.
There was just one problem, while we knew that these things were possible, we knew absolutely nothing about HOW to do them. But we were determined to try.
We kept hard-ons that were tenting our briefs almost the whole time we were talking about these things. When my parents came in, luckily we were under the covers laying on our sides facing each other, so our boners didn't show.
After about half an hour, David said "you think it's been long enough for your parents to get to sleep?"
"Yeah, I think so. But we still need to be quiet so we don't wake them."
"How about lets get out of our underwear?"
So, we wiggled out of our briefs and put them within reach. It was exciting and naughty just talking about such forbidden things, but being naked in bed with another guy was downright wicked, we loved it and our dicks showed it. Mine was so hard that it hurt. Still laying down in bed, we turned again toward each other and lifted the sheets so we could see each other "nekked as a jay bird". David's dick looked about the same as it did the other day but seeing it on his naked body was sensory overload for me. I just had to touch it. David must have been thinking the same thing because we both reached for each other's dick at the same time. His dick was hot to the touch and so hard that it didn't yield at all when I squeezed it.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. But it wasn't this hard Thursday."
"You're harder too."
We lay there stroking each other for a while.
David said, "What you want to do next?"
"Want'a try sucking?"
"Who does it first?"
"Me. Roll over on your back." and he did.
You need to understand that neither of us had seen pornography, nothing worse than playboy anyway. Nor had we heard any account of any of the things we were about to try that explained how it should be done. All we had were vague references and a few of the different names they are called. So as I positioned myself on my knees between David's out-spread legs and prepared to suck my first cock. I didn't know what the hell I was doing.
I knew I had to stick his dick in my mouth, but what else? "There has to be more to it than that." I thought. "Some guys call it a `blow job,' so I'll try that."
I lifted his dick off of his stomach, it didn't want to move and resisted more the farther I tried to move it toward me. But not wanting to hurt him, I didn't move it far. Remember David's dick was the same size as mine, it was only about 4" and kind of thin even though I didn't think of our dicks as small back then. Blow it? Okay. So I proceeded to put my wide open mouth over his dick. On the way in I accidentally scraped it on my teeth. "Ouch!" "Sorry" I said. And tried again, this time to avoid my teeth I rubbed it along my tongue. "Oh." He liked that and I got my first taste of dick. I expected it to be bitter or spicy considering the other thing it does. But it was not much different than licking the skin on your arm except that it had more of a salty taste, I thought he had just sweated more down there. Even though he had liked the feel of my tongue, I was single minded about trying what I had in my mind, giving a "blow job". When I felt the crown of it touch the back of my mouth, I stopped and then closed my lips around his shaft... and blew until my cheeks puffed out. I held it like that for a few seconds looking for a response from David, there was none. I tried blowing in fast puffs, still no response. Besides, this was no fun to me either.
I had one other thing I wanted to try and that was based on the term, "sucking". My only problem was that I was thinking about sucking in terms of a baby bottle nipple or sucking on a milkshake straw. So, I put his dick in my mouth again, this time only the crown and a little of the shaft being careful of my teeth, let some saliva flow and started sucking on it like a huge nipple or straw.
David liked this a lot better but said, "Can't you get more in your mouth?"
I stopped "That's all that will fit." Of course, my tongue was arched up and getting in the way.
I continued. It wasn't very satisfying to me either because when you suck like that you expect something to come out of it very soon after you start. But with dicks, of course, it takes much longer.
David said, "Let me try doing you now."
So he and I switched places and he went down on me like I had him at the last. It felt good but only involving the end of my dick like that, along with the odd newness of doing this, I wasn't about climax anytime soon.
After a few minutes, I said, "You ready to try fucking now?" And without saying anything, David laid down beside me face down. We had already talked about the fact that girls had their fuck hole in front and were always described as lying on their backs for sex, so we assumed that if you were going to fuck someone in the ass that they had to lie on their stomachs. Also, David and I had already established a turnabout rule between us, even though it was unspoken at that point. This rule was in force the whole time we knew each other and extended to everything we did. It worked well for us, making sure that we both enjoyed everything we did together. This time we were doing turnabout based on who played the active role, I had sucked then been sucked so now it was my turn to fuck.
I again kneeled between his legs but this time looking at David's backside. I could see his virgin asshole and the smooth roundness of his butt cheeks. I just had to touch them, I put both of my hands on those pretty globes and started massaging them and lightly rubbing my open hands over them, his legs and his lower back. If I hadn't already been rock hard, this would have done it.
As nice as I found this to be, I was impatient to get to the nitty-gritty. So I leaned forward on one hand using the other to hold my dick and position it at David's hole, and pushed. The skin around his asshole moved inward with my push but my dick didn't go in. We hadn't discovered lubrication yet. I tried several different things to get it to go in, but to no avail. The most I was able to do was to get the crown in about half way.
"What's wrong? David said.
"It won't go in."
"Well, what you're doing is starting to hurt."
"Then you try it." I said moving over and laying on my stomach beside him.
He moved over between my legs, leaned forward, placing his dick head at my back door, as I had done to him, and pushed. I don't know if I was just sweaty back there, naturally more lubricated or if his dick was leaking more precum than I had but it started moving in slowly. Whatever was lubing his way there wasn't much of it but just enough for slow movement.
He kept pressing forward having to stop once to change his position to something more comfortable. Eventually he was all the way in me and then he lay his weight on my back. Before he started, I thought this would hurt but it didn't, probably because our dicks were still so boyish. He then started moving his dick in short in-out strokes. I think he was worried that if he took longer strokes that he would not be able to get his dick back in.
"How does it feel?" I said.
"Feels good. How does it feel to you?"
"It doesn't hurt. And it feels nice having your body moving around on top of me."
David continued his short strokes but they got faster and faster. A few minutes later, when I was just starting to get sore back there, David said, "I'm goin'a shoot." and thrust into me as deeply as he could. His body jerked with each squirt of cum he shot up inside of me, then he went limp on my back. Knowing I didn't like to move for a few minutes after a cum, I just stayed still and let him come down from his high.
When he was ready, he lifted himself off of me pulling out of me at the same time. He flopped down on the mattress, face up beside of me, exhausted. I turned on my side toward him and supported my head on my hand with my elbow in the pillow.
I said "You seemed to like that a lot."
"I did, but I feel so tired now."
"I want to try fucking you again."
"Some other time, I can't keep my eyes open."
"But I haven't cum yet." I pretested.
-Silence-
"Well, the least you could do is beat me off."
"Okay."
David moved over to my right side as I rolled onto my back, lay his head on my shoulder and upper arm, and used his right hand to start stroking me even though I could tell that he was not really into it. But he kept on stroking me and when I told him I was close, he started picking up the pace until I shot all over my belly and his hand. He continued stroking slowly until I asked him to stop. I got a towel I sneaked into my room and handed it to David to wipe his hand on, then wiped myself. We turned out the light and talked in the darkness for a few minutes then went happily to sleep.
New Boyfriend - Part 3, In the Church Restroom
About a week after David's stay over at my house we tried to get our parents to let me spend Sunday afternoon at David's. But there was some conflict so they said no. So, David came up with an idea.
"I'm helping my Mom in the nursery today. If you will tell your parents that you need to use the restroom about 10 minutes after the service starts, I'll tell my Mom the same thing and I'll meet you there. Okay?"
"Okay."
The church was small and only had one set of restrooms and each of those could accommodate only one person at a time, which was good because that meant that there was a lock on the door. So, during the service I excused myself and David was waiting for me when I got there. We were both grinning from ear to ear at our mischievousness and walked into the restroom and locked the door.
We were standing facing each other, I said "I'm already hard. See?" taking his left hand and putting it on the front of my pants so he could feel my erection.
"Me too." he said. So I put my hand on his to feel and we stood there feeling each other.
As if we both said to ourselves, "fuck this" we both undid our pants and pulled them down, resuming our stroking of each other cock.
I said, "I've been thinking about when we tried sucking at my house. When you were sucking me, it actually felt better when you pulled my dick out of your mouth than when it was in there. So I want to try something and see if it feels better."
"Sure!"
I knelt down in front of David, "This is how we were doing it before." and I put his crown and a little of his shaft in my mouth, closed my lips around it and started sucking it like a straw. After a few seconds, I stopped. "And this is what I want to try." I then licked my lips to wet them, tried to call up as much spit as I could (nervousness was making my mouth dry), opened my mouth as wide and deep as I could and lowered it onto David's dick. When it touched the back of my mouth, just short of my gag spot, I stopped and closed my lips and mouth around his hot shaft, not hard but just barely touching. The idea was to wet his dick first. So, I dragged his dick out between my lips, gathered my spit and put it back in the same way as before. This time dragging it out was wetter so I started pressing his dick with my lips, dragging it in and out and being careful to keep it wet.
David really liked that. So I said, "Do it to me, I want to see how it feels." I explained a little about what I did and he tried it. It did feel better, much better. But just then we both realized how long we had been in there and started pulling up our pants. We promised to try again next Sunday to get together and went back to rejoin our parents.
That restroom became a favorite meeting place for us when we couldn't get together any other way. We sucked and even fucked each other standing up in that restroom several times over the next two years; then we would return to the service with each other's loads in our asses. "Oh, cum all ye Faithful."
- END of PARTs 2 & 3... Part 4 coming soon...
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