This is a fictional story. It is based on many experiences and fantasies of the author. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button.
From Chapter 1:
"Um, maybe -- um - - " Garth started. "Um maybe we could -- um - - "
"All wank together?" Randy said.
"That could be so hot!" Garth said.
I didn't say a word! They both went back to their beds and starting with Garth, making no pretense of hiding it, the bed started to squeak, and then Randy's started, and I quietly joined in and it was the most spectacular orgasm I ever had! We all were close anyway, and we finished almost simultaneously. We were panting and gasping, trying to choke back anything loud enough to be heard next door. All the holding it in got to me when we were finished. I started to weep.
"You okay, Denny?" Randy said.
"Ye- ye -- yeah -- it was just so - - "
Then Garth blurted out in a loud, hoarse whisper, "AWESOME!"
"Yeah -- that!" I whispered.
Chapter 2
"Um, guys?" Randy said.
"Yeah?" Garth and I chorused.
"Uh -- let's not -- ummmm -- plan on doing this every night, eh?" said Randy
"But -" Garth said.
"Or even often. It was - - kinda fun -- but it was -- er -- kinda -"
"Gay?" I finished his sentence. His silence was his answer.
Garth jumped down from his perch and went to the head. We could hear him peeing. When he was finished, he came back and bent down next to me -- not touching, but close enough to whisper in my ear, "Dude, you don't have to be gay to have some fun -- even with a guy - - right?"
As I was thinking of an answer, he quietly climbed up to his upper bunk. I'm not sure if he was looking for reassurance -- or what.
The next morning the alarm rang several hours too soon! I opened one eye. No one else was up yet, but I thought that I saw Randy quickly close his eyes. I tried to remember my dream. All I could remember was that it felt good -- and I didn't want to wake up! I half closed my eye, and watched Randy get up. His pee-boner was sticking up his full 4 1/2". I let him go to the head to relieve it. He usually left the door open, but this time he shut it. I wondered if that was significant.
As soon as the door was shut, Garth said, "Dude -- I think Randy has a problem with last night."
"Ya think?" I quipped, as if to say, DUH!
"Guess he never played around when he was a kid."
"Neither did I." I said.
"Isn't that strange?"
"What?" I asked.
"Well -- you know -- how different people grow up in different areas and have different ideas of what's okay -- and what's not."
"Like?"
"Well, like -- where I grew up it was no big thing that little boys played around with each other. What was it like where you grew up?"
"I -- uh -- well, that was in Garden Grove, and I really didn't know what the other guys were doing. I was never any good at sports, so that left me out of the picture pretty much most of the time. I was a loner. If I had any friends, it was girls."
"Oh!" He said. "I HATED girls! It was -"
Just then Randy came out of the bathroom. "MORNIN' DUDE!" Garth said, all smiles.
Randy would not look either of us in the eye. He looked at the floor and walked to his dresser. "Morning." Was all he said.
"What's up for you today?" Garth pushed.
"I -- uh," Randy was obviously cowed, "I have a short day in the classes, but I am going to the library for a long study, then to the gym for practice and I think I'll ask coach if I can stay after and work out a bit. Gotta bulk up my glutes a bit before the season."
Baseball players, like quarter horses, have to run in short bursts, so their "glutes" (their butt) have to be very toned and strong. That's why most baseball players have great butts! And Randy did! "Don't expect me at any particular time."
He pulled on sweats on the bottom and a polo shirt to top it off, and his sandals, then he was out the door.
As I sat up, Garth jumped down in front of me, naked of course, his 7" dick proudly bouncing in my face. "Wow! Intense!" He said. "He definitely has some hang-ups, eh?" (He was clueless!)
"Garth?"
"Yeah dude?" He could tell I was pensive.
"You -- uh -- you really were okay with -- uh -- last night?"
"Duh! Hey, I got no problem with that stuff! I ain't gay or nothin' but -- well, maybe I could be bi -- but I'm not! I just can't see no hassle in playin' around a bit. I mean, whats the dif if its with a guy or a girl?"
"So -- er -- you did a lot of it -- when you were a kid?"
"Not -- er -- not a lot! Just these two guys."
"Wow! I didn't even know that guys did ANYTHING - together - until I was at least 15. I mean -- I always wanted to -- or felt -- uh -- turned on or something -- by other guys, but I thought it was only me. What -" I paused, not knowing quite how to ask, "What did you do with those other two guys?"
"Aw, we just experimented with each other."
"That's what you said before. What kind of `experiments' did you conduct?"
"Oh, you know!"
"No, actually, I don't."
"Well, ya' know, touching each other and stuff," he started, then added as an afterthought, "and sucking -- stuff like that."
That left a dead space in the room. Finally, I said, "Why -- why did you -- uh -- stop?" I was aching to ask about that last part of his statement, but didn't know how, it was said so "matter-of-fact".
"I don't know. I guess it just was understood at a certain time that guys didn't do that. Like I said -- we never talked about it."
"Oh."
"And the time that dude stroked me off, while we were stoned, a coupla' years ago? --- it was kinda the same."
"What -- you mean he also sucked you?"
"No. NO!" he emphasized. Actually I still can almost feel it."
"What?"
"When Jimmy used to suck me." Man, Garth was hard to follow!
"This was when you were a kid?"
"Yeah. Well, I did him -- them -- too, but -- it was before we found out about orgasms. We didn't even know that we could jack off through an orgasm. We referred to it as that funny feeling. When it started was when we stopped. Until this one day."
I was super intrigued. I was dressed by now and my crotch was strained to the max. I tried to hide it from him, and keep the conversation going -- nonchalantly. "Oh? What happened?"
"Well, it wasn't either Jimmy or Stef. I walked home from school with another guy who lived down the street. I didn't know him very well. His name was -- um -- Gomer! Anyway, we were about 11, I think. We had about a 3 mile walk home, and we were alone so we talked about this and that, and 'course as 11 year old boys, we eventually had to get around to sex. He asked me if I ever kept jacking off when the funny feeling came. I told him no -- I was kind of afraid to. I asked him if he ever did. He said no. This was after Jimmy and Stef and I stopped doing anything.
"So -- what happened next?"
Well, his mom worked, so no one was home. We went to his house and we decided to jack each other off -- and keep going when the funny feeling came.
He laid down and I did him first. He looked scared when it started, but then he started to make funny sounds and his fingers started to clench, his eyes were shut tight, but I could tell he was liking it by this time.
Then he did me. DUDE! After that, I ALWAYS did it to completion! Not only that, I did it every time I was out of sight of others! I bet I jacked off 8 to 10 times a day! Stef caught me one time in the boys' bathroom. He threatened to tell everyone until I reminded him I knew a few things about him! The good thing about being too young to cum, was that you could do it over and over and never have to wait!
It was obvious that Garth was into his story. His black jeans were stretched tight across his crotch! And it was bulging to the max.
"So -- Garth -- you never have had sex with a girl, and -- you only did that one thing with that guy when you were -- stoned - I mean after you - er - matured?"
"Well, actually he was the one who did it. I just let it happen."
"You're -- you're not stoned now." I said.
"Duh! What's your p -- why'd you say that?"
"Do you want me to -- er -- can I -- uh -"
"You wanna jack me off?! NOW!??" His reaction was so intense -- I was afraid I'd stepped over the line. "Why not?!!" he exclaimed. Well, I felt committed now! "But - uh - don't tell Randy, huh?"
He lay back on my bed, his feet still on the floor. This made his crotch stretch out the denim even more. He didn't even open his pants. I knelt in front of him. I reached out to unbutton his Levis fly. My hand brushed across the bulge and he moaned. His eyes were closed, a smile played upon his lips.
"DUDE!"
I jumped! "What?"
"Hey, dude, lock the door."
"Oh! Yeah!" I turned around and set the deadbolt.
Then I set back about my task. I was as hard as a rock and I could feel the precum advancing up my shaft. I finished unbuttoning him, and his dick flew out of the vee, still constrained by his tighty-whiteys. He shivered when my hands touched his skin at his hips, as I tugged on his waistband. He lifted his hips and I slid both Levis and briefs down his legs. His boner was proud and white -- except that the head was a perfect shade of pink. Not a blemish on the whole masterpiece.
I grabbed it. He shuddered and moaned some more. I started to pump and stroke. I was torn whether to watch his face or his dick. Both were extremely hot for me! I alternated between the two. His eyes were still closed, but they were expressive nonetheless. Fluttering. I could see an almost pained expression of rapture, as I brought him closer and closer to his finish. My other hand was braced on the bed, but then I thought of something. I usually cup my balls with my free hand. I was still on my knees, but I raised up and with the other hand, I cupped his balls. He let out a small shrieky moan, and then started to grunt. I knew he was close.
It then occurred to me that I didn't want it to go all over my bed. I quickly looked around for something to catch the spunk. He was SOOOO close!
There was NOTHING within reach -- and I didn't want to stop at this point, so I -- I put my mouth over the head! I was shocked that I did it! My eyes flew open and he moaned even louder and then he grabbed my head and started bucking as wave after wave of his stuff came out and filled my mouth. It started to seep out the sides and I sucked with everything I had to not let it get on my bed. He was bucking wildly, trying to stifle his response so others would not hear it. Then all of a sudden he stopped and lay back down on the bed -- prostrate - and limp all over. He was breathing in huge gulps -- and fast.
I just kept his bone -- or rather it was no longer firm enough to call it that -- in my mouth and sucked it as if it was a thumb, my face lying heavily on his thighs. Finally, he got his breath. "Dude -- you didn't have to - "
"I -- er -- didn't plan to!" I replied, ashamedly. "I'm sorry -- I - "
"Sorry!??" He exclaimed. "Dude, that was the most --the -- shit! It was the hottest thing I ever experienced! Are you okay -- with it?"
"I -- well -- I guess." I started"
"Because if you're not, we can forget -- er -- pretend it never happened."
"NO!" I said way to quickly and too loud. "I mean -- it was -- good -- er -- (whew!) it was -- er -- great for me! I -- heh heh -- I need to go clean up myself!"
"You mean you ---?"
"Yeah, at the same time you did."]
"Wah-how! But how did you -- I thought both your hands were - "
"It just happened without me even touching it."
"DUDE!" he started.
"Yeah." I said. It was pretty - "
"No -- DUDE, look at the time! We're gonna be late for class!" He said as he pulled on a black tee, grabbed his books and headed out the door.
"I don't have a class for another hour. See yah later -- Goth!" I quipped.
"Goth?"
You know Garth Roth -- Goth -- besides you're wearing all black! You look Goth today. Wow! You're gonna be a HUNGRY boy by lunch time!"
"Heh! Guess you already ate!"
"Good one!" I said as he closed the door.
I took my pants and boxers off, and chucked them in my dirty clothes. I went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I looked the same. I don't know what I expected. I damn sure felt different! I was no longer a virgin.
Right?
Well, I still never had my dick in anyone elses -- anything! But -- I felt like -- no, I knew -- my life would never be the same.
I stepped into the shower. I took a long hot shower, but it did not wash away the feeling. I wanted to wash it away -- the -- feeling -- of -- - - - - - - - - - - - - Guilt.
Notes: Okay. Two chapters. Does any of this sound familiar to anybody else? Comments are welcome. Write to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. please put "Denny" in the subject area. Thanks.