It's kind of a turn-on that so many of you were impatient for the next chapter; hope this doesn't disappoint.
Experimenting 15_______
Jeff was on his way over to Ricky's, kicking rocks off the sidewalk as he strolled. His cock had been hard ever since Gary and Greg had left, which was going on 45 minutes now, and it was starting to hurt. Wait a minute, he thought, it had actually been hard for longer than that, because even though he had come once when they were there it had been hard going back as far as when he started looking through Greg's Penthouse, and before that it was at least a little hard because he was THINKING of looking at the Penthouse. Jeff wasn't really worried yet, though; because of the helpful information offered in the Cialis and Viagra he knew he had four hours before he had to go see a doctor because of a constant boner. He wondered what happened if it was longer than that; maybe it fell off or something. The thought made him wince and grope his dick through his shorts--it was hard as iron, and felt bigger than ever to him. Well, he thought as he continued to fondle himself, I'm for sure now gonna see if Ricky wants to really fool around, not just show dicks. Assuming arousal was a prerequisite to that being a sure thing, he had Greg's Penthouse in his gym bag.
As he mounted Ricky's front steps, he became a little concerned that maybe Ricky's parents hadn't left yet--he knew they planned to go out, but wasn't sure when they were leaving, meaning that he'd potentially have to be a little careful of the obvious protrusion in his shorts. As he rang the bell he put his gym bag in front of his pants. To his relief, it was Ricky. "Dude," he said, dropping his bag to his side and entering.
"Dude," responded Ricky, almost immediately noticing the obvious bulge in his friend's shorts. "Did you bring me a hot dog, or are you just happy to see me?" he chuckled.
Jeff reddened and put the gym bag up in front of his pants again. "Uhhh...you know, these things happen sometimes..."
Ricky was all too aware that this was true, as his own penis had for some reason started lengthening at the thought of his friend's nearby erection. He reflexively brushed his hand over the front of his baggy basketball shorts, which did not go unnoticed by Jeff's current highly tuned sex sense. Jeff, however, decided that although an encouraging development, he didn't want to come on too strong right away and scare Ricky away. "'Chup to? "'Rents home?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Nah, nobody's home. I been out back hangin' my uncle's old Starship Enterprise model from the tree. I thought we could shoot at it with my dad's pellet gun." Ricky's uncle, Jeff knew, was kind of a weird, nerdy guy in his early 30's who was still single and living above Jeff's Grandma's garage.
This sounded very fun to Jeff, and was the first thing in some time to take his mind off sex, even a little, and he felt his aching penis relax a little. "Cool!" he enthused, "Does your uncle know you're doing this?"
"Nah, but the thing's been in the basement for about 3 years--I think he forgot about it. I say we bust it up and then I'll like bury what's left of it or something and he'll never miss it."
"Well, come on, son, let's do it!" Jeff insisted, and was surprised to find that the anticipated excitement of destroying the Enterprise had reawakened his erection, which was again tenting out the front of his shorts big time. Considering Ricky's reaction before, this time he decided not to try to cover it and see what Ricky said. They piled out the back door and Jeff saw the spaceship swinging slowly in the tree at the back of the yard, the pellet pistol sitting on the picnic table by the door. "Lemme do it first, ok?" asked Jeff, reaching for the pistol. When Ricky reluctantly agreed, Jeff moved into position about 20 feet away from the model, held the gun in both hands like he had seen cops do on TV, and squeezed off a shot. There was a POP sound and Ricky could hear the pellet smack against the fence at the back of the yard, meaning Jeff had missed completely.
"Fancy shootin, Tex," noted Ricky wryly.
"Bite me," responded Jeff, "I'm takin' another," and as he raised the gun again, this time turning his body slightly to face Ricky before taking aim. Once again, as Jeff turned, Ricky noticed the unmistakable bulge of an erection in his friend's shorts, and again found his own sex swelling quickly in reaction. What's the deal,' he thought to himself--why is he boned up, and why am I getting boned up seeing it?', although Ricky remembered when he and Jeff had compared boners, and he had an almost overwhelming desire to reach out and touch his friend's...maybe that could happen again, he thought with some excitement.
POP went the gun again, and smack went the fence, indicating another whiff. "You suck at this," said Ricky, not without some enjoyment. "Gimme it."
Jeff sadly handed over the gun and sat on the picnic table top where Ricky had been, watching as Ricky took careful aim and...wait--was that a tent he saw in Ricky's pants? As Ricky carefully squeezed the trigger Jeff zoomed in and determined that yes, that was definitely a boner, and a pretty obvious one at that. He decided to throw caution to the wind and see what happened.
POP went the gun and crack went the plastic of the large lower pod beneath the circular command deck, causing the ship to swing jerkily in the tree. "Ha!" said Ricky, turning to look at Jeff triumphantly.
"Does that thing help you aim?" asked Jeff with a slight smile, indicating the protrusion in Ricky's basketball shorts.
Ricky looked down as if aware of his erection for the first time then, smiling, thrust the gun out in both hands along with his pelvis, bringing his hardon into clear relief. "It's my magnetic rangefinder," he said. "I noticed your rangefinder was up too, but I don't think yours works."
"Maybe it needs some adjustment," said Jeff, "How come you got a boner?"
"How come YOU got one?"
"I asked first."
"You HAD one first, and I got one `cause you got one," admitted Ricky as he went to sit beside Jeff on the tabletop. They both leaned back on the table and pressed up slightly with their hips, pushing their erections straight up. They both stared for several moments at the other's crotch, then Jeff said "Yours looks really hard...take it out."
"HERE?" said Ricky, astonished.
"Why not?," said Jeff calmly, "There's nobody around."
Ricky looked around skeptically, but to his surprise found he agreed with Jeff; due to the arrangement and density of bushes and trees at the perimeter of the property, they were only visible from his own house and one neighbor's upstairs window, but he was old and never went upstairs. Satisfied, he pulled up the leg of his baggy shorts and stretched open the leg of his briefs until four plus inches of penis popped out into the warm summer afternoon, not quite as long as Jeff's but a little thicker. It stuck upward at about a 45 degree angle, with a rounded pinkish red mushroom-like head that was larger than the shaft. The shaft itself was somewhat lighter than the head, with a noticeable purple-blue vein running down the topside. His balls were medium sized, about the size of bing cherries, and the sac was pulled tight. There were about 5 dark hairs at the very top. "Hey," exclaimed Jeff disappointedly, "You got some hairs already."
Ricky was silent for a moment, not sure what to do next, then said, "So you don't, huh? Let's see."
Jeff's shorts weren't as baggy as Ricky's so he had to unzip, but he gladly did so--it appeared that his wish was about to happen, and as a result his cock was very hard when he thrust it over the waistband of his boxers, causing Ricky to involuntarily suck in his breath and say "Wow--yours looks really long." Without thinking Jeff took hold of his shaft and started to stroke himself slowly. Ricky was mesmerized by the action, his penis twitching with each heartbeat. As Jeff noticed Ricky staring at his cock, he decided to go for it: "Wanna touch it?" he said softly.
Ricky started as if shocked, looked at Jeff's face, and then gently reached his hand out and traced the faint circumcision scar along the bottom of Jeff's dick, causing it to flex strongly when his finger reached the tip. Ricky smiled when it did that, then wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to jack it at the same slow tempo that Jeff had been. "Another guy's feels different," he noted. Whether or not that was meant to be permission, Jeff reached over and started rubbing Ricky's bulbous knob. Ricky flinched at the initial contact but then gasped as the intensity of the feeling of someone else's hand on his cock washed over him. His hips immediately began a slow pumping motion as Jeff's hand slid lower on his shaft and began to jerk him off in earnest. "This feels really good," he said haltingly, "I mean, like REALLY good."
Jeff just smiled. "How often do you do this to yourself?"
Ricky thought for a moment, his hips moving a little faster now, and said "Maybe like...huh...once a week or something...ohhhhhhh...it's coming...it feels really gooood...hey!" he whined as Jeff removed his hand from his throbbing cock, his hips pumping the air in frustration. "How come you stopped?" he said pitifully.
Jeff responded by standing up and taking his underwear and shorts all the way down and off, his cock hard as cement and poking almost straight up, the head barely two inches from his stomach. "I stopped because I want to do something better, but we probably shouldn't do it here in case somebody goes down the alley. We should really be totally naked to do it, too. Can we go inside?"
Ricky's only response was to drop his shorts off also, his cock red and trembling, and head for the back door, his white rockhard butt twitching in front of Jeff as he walked. Jeff followed his up the steps, noting with interest how he could see Ricky's balls move back and forth with every upward step. As they went into Ricky's room, Ricky pulled his t-shirt over his head and turned to face Jeff, looking a little pissed. "So what's better than what we were doing? I was really really close to getting the feeling and my dick kind of hurts now."
Jeff paused before answering taking in the picture of his naked friend. He didn't think he was gay, really hadn't thought about it, but considering how he felt when he was fooling around with Gary and Greg and how hot he thought Ricky looked in front of him, with his trim hips, flat smooth stomach and rigid, throbbing cock, he thought it wouldn't be all bad if he was. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and enjoyed how Ricky's eyes scanned up and down his own naked body before saying, "Sit on the bed over there, shut your eyes and sort of lean back."
"Why do I have to shut my eyes?"
"Just do it, ok? I promise you'll like it."
Ricky assumed the position, still looking a little unhappy, but within a moment after his eyes were closed Jeff's warm, wet mouth descended over his rampant penis, causing small white lights to explode behind his eyelids and he felt the best thing he had ever felt. "MMMMMhhhhhhHoly shit," he gasped as his hands touched Gary's hair at his lap and his eyes snapped open to see his friend lovingly sucking him off. "Ohhhhh, you're right...uhhhh...this IS better," he moaned as his hips fell into a rhythm with Gary's mouth, pumping up as his head came down until he wasn't sure where his cock ended and Gary's mouth started. At that moment he felt his orgasm start to rise in his extremities, stronger than it had ever been, until his cock swelled to bursting and he actually screamed "AUGGHaaaahhhhhh...ohhhhh...ohhhhh...ahhhhh" as his penis throbbed and contracted almost painfully at least ten times before the ecstasy started to subside.
Jeff kept sliding his lips along Ricky's hard shaft like an overheated person on a popsicle until Ricky pushed him away--he couldn't believe how cool it was to have a cock in his mouth; the shaft was so hard but the skin was so soft, and the head was so spongy and springy. He didn't give a shit what anybody else thought--he intended to do this as often as he could. At that point he became aware that his own cock and balls were absolutely aching--he needed to come, really bad, and started to masturbate himself frantically, but before he could get a rhythm going Ricky stopped his hand and replaced it with is own. "I want to do what you did to me--sit down here," he said, indicating the bed with his hand. Jeff sat, but as Ricky got up to take his place on the floor in front of him he noticed that Ricky's penis was either again or still fully, pulsingly erect, and Jeff's mouth started to water with desire for it.
"Wait," he said breathlessly, "You lay down facing this way, and I'll lay down facing that way, and we can do each other at the same time." As desperately as he needed to come, his desire to have a cock in his mouth was almost as strong. The boys arranged themselves as Jeff had suggested, and as soon as their cocks touched each other's lips they inhaled them and began passionately fucking each other's faces. Within less than two minutes, Jeff felt the congestion in his loins reach critical mass and his penis seemed to explode, straining to expel its nonexistent load but no less intense because of that, over and over until his head filled with red fireworks. As he regained his senses, he noticed that Ricky's penis was still hard but no longer pumping into his mouth and that Ricky was looking over his hip toward the door.
Where Ricky's sister Beth stood leaning against the doorway, wearing just a short tank top, her eyes wide but glassy and her middle finger deeply buried in her swollen pussy, her right ankle raised off the floor, heavily wrapped in an ace bandage.
Obviously to be continued, right? Keep those notes of encouragement coming! I love to hear what parts you like best.
--A