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This chapter recounts the sweet adventures of Billy and Jimmy before the troubles.
Billy Destroyed Chapter 1
Jimmy and I had been best friends since we were four and my parents moved us next door to his house. He could get me to do anything like splash in puddles when we were young. As we grew, he made the challenges more dangerous like the time he got me to jump into the swimming pool from the house roof by saying, "If I do it will you do it?" He never threatened just challenged.
Sometimes I felt unsure of doing a challenge, but he could talk me into doing it like the day we were twelve sitting on my bed. "Let's pull our pants down and compare," he said. "If I do it will you do it?"
This was more than a dare. I had not seen him nude since we stopped bathing together in third grade when my mom told us we were too old to bathe together anymore. Now he wanted to see me with no pants. I felt my wiener stir and get hard. No way I could do this.
"If I drop mine first, will you drop yours?" And then he unbuttoned his cargo shorts and unzipped.
His face had that questioning look I knew and loved. That look could get me to do anything. I watched as he slid his down revealing his whities. What could I do but follow. This was my best friend.
"We won't tell anyone?"
"No Billy. This is just for us."
As he pulled his whities totally off, I did the same.
He looked beautiful and like mine he was super hard with a smooth tip shaped kinda like a mushroom. His stood straight out while mine curved slightly upwards. We looked at each other for awhile then put our pants back on and resumed playing World of Warcraft.
He was at my house every Wednesday after school and I was at his house every Saturday and stayed over. This had been going on since we were six. Our parents accepted our arrangement. We always slept together since he had a bigger bed than I did. We always slept in our whities and T-shirts. Two weeks had passed, and we never talked about that day we saw each other without our pants on.
We were about to get in bed when he said, "Let's sleep without our shirts on."
Well, this was okay, not like I had never seen him or him me without a shirt, so I pulled mine off and we went to bed. I felt daring being that close to my best friend both of us without our shirts. I felt my boner get stiff, stiffer than it ever had. Just before I fell asleep, I felt Jimmy's hand rest on my forearm.
Our sleeping in only our whities continued. We hung out, played, went to school always together in class and at lunch. We continued doing the pants off thing often, watching each other enter puberty. His hair started about a month before mine. We watched but did not touch. That would be crossing a line.
The summer we turned thirteen we were stoked knowing we would be in eighth grade, our last year in middle school. One night as we lay in bed, Jimmy said," Let's take our boxers off. We had outgrown tighty whities. I swallowed knowing what he would say next and knowing I would do what he proposed.
"I'll do it if you do it. Let's do it at the same time."
My voice felt hoarse and dry as I replied, "Okay. How do we do this?"
"Do what I do." He hooked his fingers in the waist and pushed. What could I do? I followed what he did. I raised my feet and slid my boxers over my toes. Jimmy and I were lying next to each other, totally nude. He was beautiful. My eyes roamed his body. I knew he was doing the same.
"Can I feel your hair," he asked?
I felt unsure but knowing he would talk me into it eventually I said, "Only if I can feel yours."
It felt great rubbing his curly, wiry hair. I tried to stay away from the base of his boner. Now and then one of his fingers brushed mine. When he did, I felt my boner throb.
"We better stop," he said.
I did not want to stop but I always followed his lead. After all, we were best friends.
We continued doing this every Saturday night and then we started doing it when he came over on Wednesday. One Saturday as we explored each other, Jimmy said, "I'll rub yours if you rub mine."
Again, I knew we would end up doing what he suggested so I said, "Let's." I looked at his four inches jutting into the air. We were the same length.
At first, we just put our fingers on each other's boners. In minutes he went farther and curled his entire hand around my hard as nails boner. I did the same to him and felt like a current of electricity had hit me. His skin was soft but underneath he felt like steel. I curled my fingers over his boner.
"We never tell anyone what we are doing, right?" I worried what our school friends would do or say.
"Only us, Billy."
As he said this he began to rub up and down on my boner like I did when I was alone. Without conscious thought I began to do the same to him. We scootched closer to each other. Our hands worked together in a rhythm. Our bodies touched and I felt his thigh bounce in time with mine. We were so close, skin to skin. I trusted him. He was my friend. He moaned as did I. Then, at the same time, our bodies stiffened, and I lost myself in the greatest organism I had ever had.
We lay panting. "So good," Jimmy said. I looked down. Both our dicks had a watery liquid on them. "Oh, yeah," I said.
Weeks passed as we continued giving each other pleasure. One night laying next to each other after a super-hot time, Jimmy put his mouth next to my ear. Our faces were so close. "I'll kiss you if you kiss me."
I turned to look at him. Our mouths were inches apart. I put my lips together and lightly kissed him. That was all we did that night. We did not talk about the kiss the next two times we were together. Then, on a Wednesday, we were in my room nude. We had not started our usual when Jimmy asked if we could kiss again? I nodded looking into my best friend's eyes knowing that whatever he asked, I would give him.
He stepped close and put his arms around my back. I did the same to him. Our fronts were mashed together. I felt everything and I wanted him more at that moment than I ever had before. One of his hands cupped my head and he pulled me to his lips. I could not resist. Our lips met and we stayed like this for a moment before I felt his tongue rub the slit between my upper and lower lips. This caused me to moan and when my lips parted, his tongue entered my mouth. I responded moaning and caressing his back. We were grinding against each other and tongue kissing. I never wanted to stop.
"Get in bed," Jimmy moaned. His voice sounded different, maybe lower and shaky.
Without separating, we shuffled to the bed and continued. Now we were a tangle of arms, hands, legs, and mouths moving without control. I felt his hips thrusting against me and I responded the same thrusting against him. Suddenly he stiffened, his head flew back, and he groaned. I lost myself in his throaty sounds. I could feel his wetness and mine mix on our bellies.
After we regained our breath still wrapped around each other, he gave me a light kiss. "Oh, Billy," was all he said.
This behavior continued every week with slight variations for the rest of the school year.
Of course, we were incredibly careful not to give even a hint to any of the other boys about what we were doing when we were at home. The school year ended, and we had the summer before our Freshman year to play. We swam, road our bikes, shot hoops, the normal boy things. We just did other stuff that most boys would not consider normal, but for Jimmy and me our normal was making each other happy.
Then July arrived
IN Chapter 2 Billy and Jimmy will go further and maybe profess love for each other, except trouble develops.