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Because of bear sightings on campus at the Southern Sierra School for Boys, prefects had a tight lockdown on the dorms at night, and it was almost impossible for students to sneak out. Between that and weekend activities, Darby Long wouldn't be able to hook up with Newton Stills until a couple of weeks later. Still, they teased one another when they crossed paths during the day.
These days, students get announcements on their phones and laptops. But in the 80's the school posted news on a physical board. Every day, when notices were posted, boys clumped together to read them. Newton would find a familiar hand tickling the top divide between his thighs.
"What's up, Newt?" Darby would casually ask the 9th grader, pretending to read an announcement over the younger boy's shoulder.
Newt chuckled, looking straight ahead, while surreptitiously reaching back to squeeze the harding lump in the 10th grader's trousers. "Quite a lot, I have a feeling."
Neither boy was sex-starved, however. Darby's boyfriend Calvin's room was across the hall from his own. And Newton met his own by the second week of school.
Lonnie Smith, a slender boy in Newton's math and history classes had sweet features and longish brown hair. He was a very funny trouble maker, and, unfortunately, like Newton, frequently picked on by bigger boys with changing voices because he lagged behind in adolescence. Almost immediately, they hung out between sports and dinner.
One Thursday, Newton grabbed his Spanish flash cards and headed over to Lonnie's room, in another dorm hall. High-pitched voices squealing in laughter reached his ears before Newt saw the titty-twister battle going on. Lonnie was gripping both nipples of a much bigger, heavy-set boy from behind, and his victim was desperately trying to worm his way out of a serious purple nurple. Newton could also see the front of the bigger boy's pants were tented at a diagonal in front.
"Hey Lonnie," Newton called out. "I'll be in your room while you and your girlfriend have sex."
"Fuck you, Stills!" The big boy said, laughing.
"You just wish you were half the girl Henry is," Lonnie said, giggling.
The conflict turned even more ferocious, and Newton turned his back on it, walking through Lonnie's wide open door. Foregoing the small room's armchair, Newton flopped onto the bed, and started going through his flash cards. A few more minutes of hollering and laughing went by before Lonnie finally staggered in, sweating, flushed and laughing.
"Get off my bed, dude!" Lonnie huffed in mock outrage with his hands hands on his hips. Like Newton, the brown haired boy looked a year or two younger than 14. Still in his soccer gear, he kicked off his cleats before pouncing on Newton.
"It's my bed - you take the chair!" Lonnie laughed, trying to pin the other boy quickly. Though they were same weight and height, and they were only playing around, Lonnie had been a middle school wrestler. He twisted and locked Newton's legs, and Newton's cock was growing hard from the contact. He managed to roll onto his stomach, hoping the other boy hadn't felt a thing. But Lonnie was grinning as he straddled Newton's back. Indeed, he'd felt Newton's dick, which was probably as hard as his own, and Lonnie was glad his jock strap was anchoring his pulsating boyhood up along his pubic mound.
Bending Newton's arm up towards his shoulder, Lonnie demanded, "Give up yet, pussy?"
Newton playfully fought for a minute, finally submitting. "Alright. I give up. I'll take the chair."
"Too late," Lonnie teased him. With a sing song voice he continued, "Now, you have to say, `My name is Newtie Stills, and I'm a super gay penis lover."
When Newton refused, Lonnie slid his other hand under the boy's slender chest, and found Newton's little nipple hardening through his shirt. Twisting it until Newt squealed, Lonnie finally forced the boy to cave. "OK! My name is Newtie Stills, and I'm a super gay penis lover."
Lonnie leaned down and hissed into Newton's ear, still pinching his nipple. "I can't hear you, Newtie-poo. Louder!"
Newton would have really started to fight back, if he hadn't felt Lonnie's hardness press into his back while the boy leaned forward.
Three times Lonnie made Newt call out, "My name is Newtie Stills, and I"m a super gay penis lover!!" Each time louder than the last.
Unfortunately for Newt, Lonnie's door was still wide open, and as he'd yelled out, the hall prefect and some other boys were walking by.
"Yeah, OK, Stills. We knew that anyway!"
Lonnie went red and slammed the door shut. At the same time, Newton readjusted his throbbing hardness from down the leg of his trousers to an upward angle he hoped was less noticeable, and sat up with the wall behind his back.
Lonnie flopped down beside him, crossing his legs to sit upright.
"Those assholes. They probably think we weren't joking around."
During a long pause, both boys turned red and looked straight ahead.
"Yeah," Newton replied. "If I were a fag, why would I be hanging out with a little boy, with a baby dick?"
Lonnie sputtered. "Baby dick? Newt, you're the baldie here! I'll bet you won't get pubes 'til college," he chuckled, and punched Newton in the arm.
Playing in different sports, and showering in different dorm halls, the two boys had yet to see one another naked. And deep down, they really wondered what the other packed.
"Oh, right, Pubeless Wonder!" Newt laughed. "Do you even have nuts, yet?" And with that, the Fresno boy reached over and quickly squeezed his friend between his legs. Lonnie twisted away, pulling his throbbing member from Newt's hand. At the same time, his new friend's eyes went wide, and he smiled.
Newt covered the awkward moment with a quiet, earnest question. "But DO you have pubes?"
Snorting, Lonnie replied, "YEAH. I am 14."
With good natured teasing, Newton smirked. "Prove it!" he said, hoping Lonnie would drop his soccer shorts and reveal the stiffie he'd felt. But Lonnie wasn't going to fall for that. He reached iunder his waistband with one hand, while looking Newton directly in the eye. For a brief moment, Lonnie winced, then pulled out his hand. Between thumb and forefinger lay a light brown curl. Newton's dick lurched, and he got impossibly harder at the sight of the single hair.
"There it is Newt," Lonnie said. "Now you prove you're not bald as a baby."
"I'm not plucking one," Newt quickly replied, then suddenly realized he might have to bare his groin. He didn't want Lonnie to see his erection until he was sure the other boy was boned for all the right reasons.
"Then let me reach in and feel them," Lonnie replied.
Newt's pulse quickened, and he thought about it for a moment. If he could hold open his zipper, he could push his hard-on to one side.
"OK. But don't try stealing the family jewels," Newt told him, though secretly hoping his friend would do the exact opposite. While Lonnie scooted over sitting cross legged next to his friend, Newt unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. Pulling the part aside with one hand, he also scooped along his boner, holding it hidden in wadded fabric.
Nervously smiling, Lonnie stretched his fingers through the fly in Newton's boxers, initially feeling a barren pubic mound. As he dragged his fingers slowly down, Newton inhaled sharply. At last, Lonnie felt silky hairs scattered around the top of his friend's dick. Lonnie sighed, and caressed all through the sparse growth.
"Looks like you hit puberty, too," Lonnie whispered. "Feels nice"
"Yeah, it does," Newt quietly replied, while his friend continued to fondle his pubic base. Then Lonnie's fingers finally connected with Newton's rigid shaft, and Newton inhaled sharply.
"Oh, what do we have here, Newt? Looks like Little Newt is happy to meet me."
"Very happy," Newt replied with a smile, releasing his dick from it's no-longer-secret grotto. Lonnie stroked the underside of Newts throbbing tumescence with his index finger. After a few gentle caresses, Lonnie got off the bed and stood between Newt's legs, which were hanging off the side of the bed. Without asking, he reached down and peeled off Newt's shoes. Then, with a mischievous grin, he grabbed his friend's trousers and undies at the waist, and pulled them all the way off, leaving Newton naked from the waist down.
Newton bit his lower lip, hoping Lonnie wasn't disappointed with the 3.5 inches beating gently against his few scattered pubes, and the small sack still untouched by hair. He needn't have worried.
"You look so hot, dude," Lonnie whispered, devouring the sight of one of the cutest guys on campus, half-naked, hard and vulnerable. "Your cock is beautiful." And he couldn't wait to run a finger up the seam dividing Newton's plumb-sized scrotum in two hemispheres.
Turning quickly, Lonnie locked the door, then strode over to the window and secured the curtains. Spreading Newton's legs wide, he started to kneel at the genital alter.
"Hey - you got to see me. I get to see you."
Lonnie thought about it for a second, and stood back up with a grin.
"You're right Newt," he replied turning his back on his friend. Whipping off his shirt, Lonnie slowly lowered his soccer shorts, dropping them when they cleared his firm, creamy ass. Newton sighed, admiring the divots on either side of this slim, white buns. Teasing the boy, Lonnie traced the fingers of one hand around one cheek, while snapping the side of his jock strap with the other.
Clad in only a white supporter and knee-high white cotton socks, the willowy soccer player slowly turned with a sly smile. Newt could see the tent from a cock no larger than his own, pulsating against its snug constriction.
"You look so sexy in your jock," Newton whispered. The supporter only hinted at the treasures it contained, and Newton thought Lonnie looked like just about the sexiest boy he'd ever seen. His slender abs appeared like they grew from the thick white waistband.
Lonnie feathered a forefinger up along his rigid pole.
"You want to see what's in here?" Lonnie teased with an innocent smile.
"Uh-huh," Newton said, his jaw dropping, and eyes wide.
"Well, you'll have to wait a little longer," Lonnie replied with a smirk, and Newton growled with frustration.
The brown haired boy knelt between Newton's legs, gliding his hands up the inside of his friend's thighs, almost to his smooth, round sack and back. Newton's cock pounded in anticipation. Lonnie's clasped Newton gently by the stem, and lightly fluted up almost to the circumcised head, then slowly back. Small, clear drops beaded out of Newton's urethra. Lonnie cupped Newton's tightly clenching little nut sack in his left hand, gently fondling and measuring the boy's exquisite testicles.
Lonnie leaned forward, and his hot breath mixed with the feathery stroking to pull a high pitched moan from Newton. Clutching Newton more firmly by the shaft with two fingers and a thumb, Lonnie pulled the boy's dick up to his hungry, wet mouth. Extending his tongue, Lonnie spent long minutes tenderly washing every millimeter of Newton's glans, and the boy's started quaking. Sealing his lips under the ridge of Newton's helmet, Lonnie sucked in with his cheeks, while his tongue tip stroked the underside. At the same time, his fingers stroked Newton slowly, then fast, then slowly again, making the boy moan harder.
"Uuuuuh...Gaaawd...Yeah, suck uuuuuuh!"
It was an expert knobber, the kind sailors would brag about at bars, and every time Newton felt his climax building, his legs stopped shaking as his thighs flexed. But Lonnie wouldn't let him nut. Sensing Newton reaching the edge, he'd back off, taking his lips away, and used his hands to caress the boy's football-toned abs. It was torture, and Newton was panting and groaning, and finally begging Lonnie to let him cum.
But the torment ran both ways, and if Lonnie had touched himself at all, he'd have creamed his jock. And he dreaded the payback to come.
Lonnie grinned at his friend, then leaned down to take his grape sack in his mouth. Sucking the soft. smooth scrotum while tickling Newton's nuts with his tongue, Lonnie soon had the other boy's high-pitched moaning climb an octave, and his legs squirmed uncontrollably.
Lonnie stroked the boy with his left fingertips, while he gently dragged his palm back and forth across the tip of Newton's saliva-wet dick.
"Oh Gaawd oh Gaawd oh uuuuuhhhh!" Newton gasped, and his hips started thrusting. Then, Lonnie stroked him earnestly, while still rubbing the boy's tender pee hole, and sucking his friend's balls. Lonnie felt his friend's nuts contract, and he quickly moved to seal his mouth around Newton's angry red cap, stroking him more vigorously, and feeling the first jet of pubescent lava ejecting. Watery boy juice filled his mouth, and he eagerly swallowed the vaguely sweet and salty manna.
Newton was gasping and groaning, his eyes clenched shut as he shot 3 loads, then pulsed drily into Lonnie's mouth. Heaving, he caught his breath while softening on Lonnie's tongue. When he finally slid out of the boy's mouth, Newton was drenched with sweat.
"Dude, where'd you learn to do all that?" Newton thought he was pretty good in bed, having apprenticed at 10 under his 14-year-old cousin, and getting in plenty of practice in elementary and middle school. But Lonnie had a unique set of skills.
"Boy Scouts: the all-American way!" Lonnie answered, laughing hard.
"YOU were a Boy Scout?" Newton wondered, incredulously. The kid seemed way too mischievous for Scouting.
"Still am, when I get home," Lonnie replied. It wasn't often, though, since his family lived in Seattle. "Camping trip's are rad, in more ways than one."
With a wink, Lonnie added, "I'm really good with ropes and knots," and Newton giggled.
Lonnie stood up, and Newton rose to face him. His button-down shirttails covered his thighs like a skirt. Smiling gently and gazing into Lonnie's light brown eyes, Newton whispered, "Let's see how skilled you are with kissing."
"My favorite merit badge!" Lonnie sighed. Wrapping his arms around Newton's waist, he drew the boy to him, so they were groin to groin, and torso to torso. Newton curled his left arm around Lonnie's shoulder, lightly caressing him, while combing his fingers through the boy's thick, longish hair. Their lips met and slowly opened, and the boys spent long moments tenderly lip nibbling before their tongues met.
Their kissing grew more passionate, and the boys' hands gradually migrated to each other's asses. Lonnie reached under Newton's shirttails to trace his fingers delicately around his friend's firm grapefruits. Newton's hands were full of rubbery boy bottom, and he slid his pinkies and third fingers under the leg bands of Lonnie's jock. His thumbs glided in and out of Lonnie's sweaty crevice, and both boys were moaning into each other's mouths.
Newton's cock engorged again, pressing against the clothbound hardness. The boys began to grind while kissing each other's ears and necks. Newton led Lonnie back to the bed and pressed the boy onto his back. Lying on his side against the other boy, Newton leaned in for long, lingering kisses, while playing with Lonnie's hard little nipples. His hands caressed around Lonnie's lean abs, while his friend's ear.
"Your tummy feels so smooth and warm," Newton whispered.
"Your hand would feel better a little lower," Lonnie replied, quietly giggling. He was so excited, he was afraid he'd cum before the other 9th grader even touched his dick. Still, Lonnie pushed Newton's hand down toward his crotch.
But Newton wanted to give his friend a dose of his own medicine, and pulled away, standing up, Newton pulled off his shirt, leaving him wearing only a pair of grey socks. His erection bounced with renewed vigor, and he smiled sensuously at his friend while he dragged a finger from his nipple to his cock.
"See what you do to me?" Newton purred.
"Newt, get back over here!"
Sticking out a hip, Newton slapped one of his buttocks. "If I don't, are you going to give me a spanking?"
Lonnie giggled."Stop it, dude, or I will."
Kneeling between his friend's widely-spread legs, Newton caressed with both hands from under Lonnie's thighs, over across the supporter's waistband at the hips, around his tummy and back. At the same time, he leaned down and kissed the tip of Lonnie's pulsating tent pole. The fragrance of musky boy sweat was intoxicating, and Newt continued caressing while kissing down Lonnie's length. When he reached the soft resilience of Lonnie's scrotum, Newton opened his mouth widely to stroke the boy's pouch with his lips and tongue.
"Oh fuck, Newt!" Lonnie groaned, while his friend spent long moments licking and sucking his straining nuts though the thick, compressing weave.
Lonnie was moaning and shaking slightly when Newt turned his head sideways to wrap his lips around his friend's rigid dick, and slid his mouth up along the pounding cotton cylinder. Tracing intricate patterns with his tongue tip, Newton mouth mopped up and back until Lonnie's jock was soaked with saliva.
"Newt, I'm gonna...gonna cum soon!" Lonnie huffed.
Briefly considering finishing Lonnie through his jock, Newton rapidly decided instead that he wanted to see his friend's climax. Pulling the front of Lonnie's jock down, and hooking it under the boy's nuts, Newt smiled as he surveyed a slender, uncircumcised 3-inch cock, crowned with a few dark, scraggly pubes. Lonnie's sack was a little smaller than his own, and also hairless.
Gently grasping Lonnie by the root, Newton aimed the boy's rod up. He knew Lonnie was peaking. Before kissing Lonnie's moist urethra, barely visible around through a circle in a tight foreskin, Newton told his friend to let him know when he was going to blow.
Then, he slid Lonnie's cock all the way into his slack mouth, gliding the boy's tumescence along his eager tongue. When his nose hit pubes, he sucked in with his cheeks and tongue. He bobbed up and back a few times, before resting his nose again against Lonnie's few hairs. Slackening his mouth again, Newt reached out with his tongue to swab Lonnie's nuts. At the same time, he made a couple of swallowing motions with the back of his mouth, massaging Lonnie's head.
The sensations were too much for Lonnie. "Neeewwwt I'm CUUUHHhhhhh..!'
Newton barely had time to pull off and grab Lonnie with a couple of fingers when the 14-year-old's dick erupted. Lonnie grunted incoherently, his hips rocking violently. His eyes were tightly shut, and his mouth oscillated widely.
A thin, milky jet shot across Newton's nose, lips and cheeks. Then Newton milked out the next, thinner jet, aiming it up Lonnie's tummy. A little more bubbled out, then the boy pulsed drily.
"Oh shit, Newt!" Lonnie gasped, while Newton held his still hard dick tenderly. He loved the feeling of a soft cock, and he was waiting for the boy to deflate. But Lonnie remained hard. Maybe it was his touch, so Newton let go, and got up to lie next to Lonnie. Wiping the cum from his face with his finger, Newton slurped down the salty goo.
"I figured you didn't want to swallow."
Newton chuckled, and leaned down to clean the rest of Lonnie with his mouth. Smacking his lips, he smiled and said, "No, I just wanted to see you shoot. You look really sweet when you cum."
Pulling Lonnie's jock back over the boy's still rigid dick, Newton lay on his side, curving a naked thigh over his friend's. Then he leaned over for a tender kiss, and the boy's shared the vague taste of Lonnie's semen.
"Actually, you look sweet when you're not cumming, too." Newton gently caressed his friend's tummy. "This is so nice. I, uh, hope this isn't a one-time thing?"
Lonnie chuckled, "If it were, I'd have to keep this." Reaching down, he clasped Newton's turgid bone with a thumb and two fingers, slowly stroking him.
"Mmmmm...You look so fucking hot in your jock, dude," Newton said. He'd really never thought much about the things before.
"Next time, you'll have to wear your's," Lonnie replied, then slightly gasped when Newton palmed his still hard cock through his supporter.
"I tossed mine after 8th grade," Newton replied regretfully. "The coach makes us wear cups for football, here." When jogging or hiking, he wore the plain white briefs he kept for those purposes.
"Oh, that's too bad," Lonnie said, with mock sadness. "Good thing I have a couple of spares. I think you'd look sexy in one, too."
Releasing Newton's cock, Lonnie got up to open a drawer in his small closet, and pulled out a bleached white jock. Twirling it around his finger, Lonnie smiled at his friend. "Wanna try it on?"
In a flash Newton was on his feet, taking the garment from Lonnie. Turning his back on his friend, he slid the supporter on. The rough mesh gripped his boyhood tightly, and he shuddered from the clasping sensation.
Turning around, Newton draped a hand on one hip like a model would. Rotating one way, then the other, he smiled shyly at his friend.
"Well, what do you think?" Newton asked.
Lonnie grinned at his friend, admiring the hard pole straining up his snug pouch. "I think that if you don't come over and kiss me, you will get that spanking."
"Why not both," Newton suggested, and they giggled.
The boys slid their arms around each other's warm, damp backs, and their lips rotated tenderly against each other. Their hard little poles embraced through rough, stretchy cotton, and their hands found each other's asses. Slowly, the boys groins plowed together.
"I love squeezing your butt," Lonnie whispered. "And I love you squeezing mine."
"I love humping you like this," Newton whispered back, as they ground harder.
"Let's get on the bed," Lonnie replied, leading Newton back to the bed, and laying him down length-wise. Newton opened his legs invitingly, and Lonnie knelt between the boy's cocked knees.
Lonnie almost pounced, he was so eager to lay chest-to-chest and loins-to-loins on the pretty blonde boy. Sliding his arms under Newton's back, and grasping him by the shoulders, Lonnie pulled his hardness into Newton's. First, kissing lightly, then more vigorously and sloppily, their tongues were soon hanging out and wrestling in open air. Newton eagerly reached down and clutched Lonnie by his exposed buns, pulling the other boy against him. Their hips were thrusting hard, and their tender dicks buffed each other with their course textile bindings.
"Hump me harder, Lonnie!" Newton heaved.
Grunting and moaning, their hips pumped faster. Newton grit his teeth, while Lonnie's clamped his eyes shut and his open mouth rhythmically grew wider and smaller. Newton rolled them both over, switching places, and Lonnie spread his legs widely, reaching down to caress Newton's solid ass.
Panting, Lonnie looked shyly in Newton's sky blue eyes.
"Can I stick a finger in your butt?" Lonnie whispered.
Newton loved to be fucked, by penis, finger or something from the fridge, and nodded eagerly. While Newton rested on his elbows, his penis throbbing against his friend's, Lonnie wet a middle finger with his mouth. Reaching down, he slid his hand into Newton's sweaty crevice, and snaked his finger around his friend's rosebud. Because Newton loved to play with his anus, almost every day, Lonnie's finger quickly popped through and slid into the second knuckle. Newton grunted with pleasure, a serene smile spreading across his face. Lonnie wasn't reaching his special place, but it didn't matter. It just felt good. Newton lifted all his weight onto his hands and thighs, keeping his tummy and groin in seamless contact with Lonnie's.
The boys' hips started grinding again, and soon they were matching each other with high-pitched moans.
"That's it! "Don't stop, Newt!"
"Gonna cum, Lonnie!"
"Me too. Faster, Newt!"
Suddenly, Newt's back arched and his cock dug deeply into Lonnie's.
"Gaaaauuuuuuuuuuh!" he loudly groaned, as his cock exploded with a thinner serving of boy soup. He thrust three more times, heaving and sweating. Seconds later, Lonnie wrapped his arms and legs around Newton, hugging him tightly, gasping while his dick bubbled into his jock.
The 9th graders rocked together for a few moments, then slowly lay side by side, catching their breath.
"Dude..." Newton sighed.
"Fuck. So dyno," Lonnie gasped.
Newton glanced at his watch. "Shit. It's 20 minutes until dinner."
Lonnie groaned. "I gotta hit the shower."
"Me too," Newton said. Sopping with sweat, this would be his third shower that day.
Lonnie climbed off the bed, reached into his closet and tossed Newton a towel. Together, they hit the boys' room, showered, and were soon drying in Lonnie's bedroom. Getting dressed, Newton reached for his boxers, but Lonnie stopped him, and handed him the athletic supporter his friend had been using.
"Wear this, dude," Lonnie said, in a quiet, mischievous voice, "And keep it for next time."
Newton chuckled, chubbing a little as he pulled the damp strap on. Lonnie also tossed him a fresh shirt, before pulling on a pair of bright red, low-rise briefs, snuggly outlining his flaccid, 2 inch lump.
Shit, I've got to up my undie game, Newton thought, as the two boys left for dinner.
"Hey Lonnie," Newt suggestively smirked. "You should bring your Boy Scout uniform to school, and teach me about knots."
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