I grew up in one of the many suburbs of the Bay Area in California. I lived with my parents and an older sister in the same house from the day I was born until the day I moved out when I was 22 years old. Neighborhoods didn't change quite so fast back then, so I knew all the kids in the neighborhood pretty well, having grown up with them.
The V*** family lived on one side of us and on the other side was a younger family with 2 new babies. This story is about Johnny, the V*** family's son. Johnny came from a religious zealot Lutheran, Republican family. He and his older sister and their parents were in church every free moment they had. When they weren't in church, the mom and dad were usually drunk and beating on their kids, especially Johnny. Yet they maintained this idea that they were pillars of their community and the watchdogs of the neighborhood. Surprisingly, they were pretty nice neighbors. When she wasn't drunk, the mom was friendly and hospitable to me and a few times she invited me over to play with Johnny. I was a little more than a year older then him. His sister was 4 years older than Johnny and she was a bit of an oaf. Nice enough, just plain and awkward. Johnny, on the other hand, looked like an angel - flushed cheeks on a creamy white, heart-shaped face set with long-lashed dark blue eyes; a little bow of a mouth, pouty red lips hiding pearly, slightly feminine and small white teeth; all topped by a cap of dark blonde curls with short back and sides. He was a small-framed, wiry kid, with skinny arms and long, slender legs, broad shoulders, and big feet. Sort of like a big puppy, growing into his body. But Johnny was quiet-spoken and polite. When we were alone together he would laugh and talk a lot, as though he had been saving it up. Life couldn't have been easy or fun for him at home, I recognized this even as a kid myself. I played off and on with him over the years but we eventually stopped hanging out at all, really. I had my own set of friends at school and he had his. We'd say hi whenever we saw each other, but that was about it. A few years passed and Johnny grew more into his body but he still had that cherubic quality about him - quiet, gentle, and some painter's vision of an angel.
We started to hang out a lot more often when he was almost 14 and I was 15. It started one spring evening when I was in the backyard and he called over the fence to me, asking me what I was doing. I wasn't really doing much of anything so he told me to come over and help him with a painted model of something for school, I forget what. We sat outside under the arbor at their picnic table and worked on the project and talked for a couple of hours. At the end of the time he asked me if I'd ever want to have a camp-out in his backyard sometime. I thought this sounded sort of little-kiddish, but I told him sure. He kept steering the conversation to masturbating and sex and other "nasty" stuff. He obviously was just a horny, repressed kid brainwashed by his religious training. He would never use the actual words "jerking off" or say "fuck" or "dick', like he was ashamed of using those words. We had been laughing about some of the stuff we had done when we were little kids that our parents still didn't know about. He told me that he used to have camp-outs with some of his little friends from school and they'd all take their clothes off and run around trying not to giggle, getting boners as they goofed off silently. Then they'd all just go to sleep after they re-clothed and climbed into their sleeping bags. Johnny told me that he would always "rub himself 'til he got the feeling" after he knew the other boys were asleep. We saw each other a lot after that, but only at home, never at school for some reason.
One late afternoon that summer Johnny came over to my house and my older sister and her boyfriend and me and Johnny sat around in our kitchen, drinking soda and talking. I noticed that he kept looking at me so after a bit of time passed I asked him if he wanted to go to my room and watch TV. He said yes, so we went into my room and closed the door. I turned the TV on and we sat down on my bed. I remember that my windows were open and you could smell summer in the early evening air. Sounds of kids playing outside filtered in from far down the block; a pet dog or 2 barked now and then and I also remember that I could hear someone mowing their lawn. The only light in my room came from outside and from the TV. I didn't bother turning a light on. I remember thinking, too, that maybe he had something he wanted to talk about, like some problem he was having or whatever. But he didn't say anything, so we flipped through channels for a while and then something got us stated wrestling around the room. It was all in good fun but I remember we ended up crashing onto my bed, then scrambling around making a mess of the blankets and bedspread. My pillows were getting kicked and shoved all over the place. We were "rough-housing" as our mom's would call it, and it was fun. I was getting hard really fast from all the body contact with Johnny and with all our laughter and then the heavy breathing and grunting, I was afraid that I was gonna cum spontaneously. We were at that age! We were both totally winded and sweaty by now so our wrestling gradually slowed down to where we were both just flat on our backs on my disheveled bed, gulping in air. I raised myself up on an elbow and he looked at me, his arms crossed behind his head.
"Now I'm gonna be sore," he said softly with a smile.
I laughed and told him I would massage his shoulders if he wanted. He agreed fast and quietly, then rolled over onto his stomach with his crossed arms under his chin. I straddled him and sat just behind his butt, hoping he wouldn't notice the hard-on that was rapidly growing in my jeans. I leaned forward and started kneading the muscles in his shoulders and upper back. His damp t-shirt kept bunching up, so he maneuvered himself out of his t-shirt. His back was broad and just beginning to show some tan. His skin felt hot and moist as I dug into his muscles. He sighed loudly and told me it felt great. I laughed and said "Good!" I got the idea of tickling his under his arms, so every once in a while I would wiggle my fingertips in the sparse, wet hair of his armpits and he would writhe and squeal with laughter beneath me as I sat on his thighs, pinning him under me. We passed a few more comments about nothing in particular and then we got really quiet. You could hear our breathing as we both got more into the massaging. Johnny squirmed a moment underneath me and moaned as he did it. I knew he must have a boner and was trying to adjust it in his pants. I remember thinking "I wanna see his hard dick..." so bad. I gradually let my hands move further down his back and down his sides. He didn't say anything at all, just sighed again. I knew he must be able to feel my hard dick pressing into his butt cause at one point he pushed his butt against me and we both laughed like we both knew I had a hard-on. My hands were now at the waistline of his jeans. I could slide my fingertips into them a little ways, so I did, but only tentatively. He raised his ass up a little so I could get in deeper and that made my cock jerk in my pants bigtime. I could just feel the first inch or so of his sweaty ass crack and I slid my fingers between his cleft as far as I could. Then I'd move over to his ass cheeks and rub them firmly and hard. He kept moving his hips and then he reached under himself and undid his belt and opened his jeans. I pushed the denim and his tighty whities down from his smooth ass and kneaded his cheeks 'til they were red. I kept letting my hand slide up and down his sweaty ass crack and he really liked that. I didn't spend too much time down there because I wasn't sure if he would freak out or not. So I kept bringing my hands back up to his shoulders and back while I continued the massage. Johnny would grind his hips into the mattress every once in a while and when he'd do that I would take it as my cue to work on his butt some more. When I moved back down to his ass this time I pushed his clothes further down his hips so that now his whole pale, white ass was exposed to my touch. As I kneaded his ass cheeks I leaned down and gave them quick little kisses. I could hear Johnny gasp with pleasure. I giggled and he did, too. When I leaned down again for another kiss he arched his hips up towards my face. I nibbled and playfully bit his ass cheeks and he laughed and said it tickled. I brought my mouth up to his lower back and ran my tongue up it 'til I reached his shoulders and then kissed and bit them. Johnny was having a great time, mmmmming and ahhhhhhhing away! After nuzzling his neck and back, licking and lightly biting, I moved back down to his ass. I had never done this before with anyone other than my nephew Ronny, but I knew Johnny would probably like it - and besides, I really wanted to - so when I returned to his butt I blew my hot breath very lightly in a stream down his ass crack, all the way down to his butthole. He shivered and squealed, then laughed; while he was laughing I ran my tongue between his salty, sweaty ass cheeks, only coming up for air when I was a fraction of an inch from his asshole. His asscrack was slightly hairy and the area right around his hole was hairier. The smell was incredible: hot, steamy, musky and sweaty. I was kind of shocked by all this so I got off him and just sat there for a second, not sure what to do next.
He turned himself over, hiking up the waist of his jeans and briefs to cover himself, then put his arms behind his head again and looked at me. The sun had nearly set by now and my room was lit only by the TV screen, casting weird shadows and shafts of light across Johnny's naked chest and stomach. His heart was beating fast and his chest rose and fell rapidly as his breath rate increased. His eyes flickered with the light.
"Want me to do your front now?"
He nodded and said "OK, if you want to."
Propping myself up on my elbow beside him, I ran my hand over his smooth, taut stomach, feeling his abdominal muscles contract under my fingers. He was clearly ticklish but I wasn't interested in tickling him. His skin was damp and hot, and when I ran my hand over the deep pink nubs of his nipples he breathed in deeply and then exhaled slowly through his opened mouth. I slid my hands all over his chest and sides, kneading his pale flesh until the pressure of my fingers left red marks on his skin.
I played with the sparse wet hair under his arms, making him chuckle and say, "Ewwww, armpits are gross!"
I just laughed and told him I didn't think his were gross at all, that he had nice armpits, that they were really sexy. He smiled up at me with his cherubic face aglow, as if he was happy to hear something, anything, nice and kind about himself. I also remember feeling super sorry for this kid, even though what I really wanted was to get off with him, but scared that he was going to tell his parents about what we were doing, or that they'd know about it somehow.
I said, "You're not gonna tell anybody about this, are you?"
He just laughed and smiled at me, shook his head and said, "No."
I let my fingers walk down the center of his chest and lightly glance over the bulge in his tighty whities. I could feel his hard dick under the smooth, soft white cotton of his briefs, so I laid my hand over his throbbing erection, covering it with the searing heat of my hand, feeling his dick pulse and engorge even more under it. Johnny shifted his legs, crooking his knees so that I could have better access to his goods. His arms were still crossed behind his head and when I'd look at him I would find him staring at me with a beatific smile on his lips. He looked like he was blissed-out, full of yearning and love. This made me hornier than I had been in a long time. I had never really thought of Johnny like this, not ever believing that I'd see him in this state. I had fantasized about him several times recently when I jerked off but I never thought he'd be up for playing around. Now here he was, hard and full of young teen sexlust, letting me make him feel better than he'd probably ever felt before. I was looking at him, smiling back at him, when I first let my hand slip under the elastic of his tighty whities. The second my hand made contact with his swollen shaft I could feel the hot wetness of his precum coat my fingers with its sticky, slippery richness. I grinned widely at him and his smile broadened too as he closed his eyes and raised his hips off the bed. I knew he wanted me to keep going, so I sat up and withdrew my hand from inside his underpants, then pulled his briefs down some and hooked them under his nuts. His balls were pink and fairly smooth, big swollen eggs that surprised me by their size. His balls were bigger than mine, but my cock was a good 2 to 3 inches longer than his. What a difference a year and a few months makes! But for an almost-14 year old, he still had a nice cock sticking straight up against his belly. His pubes were a little darker than the dark blond curls on his head; matted and sweaty from our horse-play earlier, I noticed also that they were sticky and slippery with his precum. As I cupped his warm balls in my hand, Johnny's dick would twitch and flex from his excitement; I could see beads of precum leaking out from his slit onto his torso just below his cute belly button, leaving a glistening little puddle under the head of his cock. His hard, engorged dick was about 5 and a half inches long, ending in a shiny, reddish-purple knob that flared at the edges beautifully. I knew he would end up with a really nice cock in a few years, probably reaching close to my size - just under 8". But I wanted him to have a good time right now, and from what he'd said I figured I could trust him to not tell anybody about what we were up to. The only sound in the room at this moment was the unending noise of the television; it was almost dark outside now and our neighborhood was quiet at night. Sitting up straighter, I continued fondling his nutsack in one hand while I brought my other hand up to his chest and rubbed it, stopping every once in a while at his nipples so I could pinch and play with them. Johnny was loving this, hissing in his breath when I would pinch too hard, but clearly enjoying every second of it, nevertheless.
"You OK?," I asked him in a whisper.
"Uh huh," was all he could get out, looking at me with an expression that made me wonder.
He seemed to be having a good time, but I could tell he was nervous.
I told him, "Just relax, Johnny. Everything's OK. We're not doing anything wrong and I'd never do anything to hurt you. You ever done anything like this before?"
He smiled and said he had only jerked off by himself when there were other boys sleeping at their camp-outs or all alone, but he had never done anything like this. And he also said he was fine, but I could still feel the tension in his body. As I brought my roaming hand down to his stomach he turned his body a little towards me, as if to direct my touch to where he wanted to feel it next. His cock and balls were still hooked under the elastic waistband of his tighty whities, so as he settled into a comfortable position I stopped touching him so I could get his pants down farther. I sat up and crawled to the foot of my bed and began to help him tug his jeans and briefs down. I untied his sneakers for him and took them off his smelly, sweaty socked feet. His thighs were smooth but his calves were dusted with golden-bronze hair. I tried to pull his pants completely off but he told me no, so I left them and his underpants bunched up around his ankles. He was virtually naked now, flat on his back with his arms hooked behind his head again, smooth and virginal, glowing palely in the light of the TV.
I leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his dripping dick and said, "It weighs a lot. For being so tiny."
He swatted his arm at my chest and we laughed. "No, nice dick, Johnny, for reals. Real nice."
His small white teeth gleamed at me as he smiled and said "Thanks!" as he began to roll his hips a bit under my touch. My cock was straining bad at my jeans, pressed so hard against the tightness of the cloth that it hurt. I was sweating like a horse, both because it was a warm evening and because I was so turned on and excited. With one hand I was jacking him off and with the other I was stroking his chest and rubbing his shoulders hard, still maintaining the massage ruse unconsciously. He took hold of my roaming hand and guided it over his body - his chest, his sides, his face, between his legs, under his arms; all over. I wanted to take at least my shirt off so bad, so I told him I was going to. "OK," was all he said. I peeled my sweaty tee off and tossed it aside. He reached out hesitantly and then stroked my stomach and chest a little bit. He was bucking his hips pretty steadily and firmly into my fist now, really letting my hand jack him off good.
All of a sudden he stopped and said in a quavery whisper, "I want to see yours."
I laughed and quickly unbuckled my belt, unzipped my Lee jeans and yanked my jeans and briefs down to my ankles, too. My cock was rock hard and sprang up with a snap when it got free. Johnny stared transfixed at my twitching, sloppy-with-precum dick just a foot or two away from his face. I was a lot more muscular than him and had more hair on my body - dense groves of pungent dark hair under my arms and surrounding my cock, hairy legs and the very beginning of a hairy chest with a thicker line of hair descending from my belly button into my pubes. I had been working and playing hard all day and you could smell the mingled, steamy, teenage boy smells of locker rooms, dirty feet, and male hormones wafting from my crotch. I knew he could smell it in the closeness of my bedroom. I noticed that his dick jumped several times when he saw me naked.
I laid down next to him and said, "I want you to try something. It feels rad."
I turned onto my stomach and told him to lay down on top of me and rub his cock between my ass cheeks, like he was fucking. He got beet red; his cheeks flushed so scarlet that I thought I had embarrassed him somehow for a second. But he smiled and quickly did what I told him. As he lowered himself down on top of me I could feel my dick start streaming with precum underneath me. The heat and pressure from his body felt so goddamn good. His hot breath blew into my face and I could hear him sort of gasping as he began to slide his slippery cock between my hairy, sweaty ass crack. He was starting to grunt some so I told him to slow down or he'd shoot too fast. I wanted to make this last.
He said, "Oh, sorry," and I told him there was nothing to be sorry about.
I wanted to show him some things that felt good and they were all new to him. He relaxed and lost a lot of his awkwardness all at once.
He smiled at me and said, "Now you do that to me."
He flopped down on his stomach beside me but I was up and on him almost before he touched the bed. His ass crack felt so fucking hot, smooth and moist and tight. I kissed the back of his neck and he burrowed his face into the pillow, turning and twisting his head so I could cover him with kisses. He was mmmming and ahhhhing again, so I knew this was making him hot. His breath smelled like milk, I remember, and I thought that was funny. It was almost like he was too young to be doing this, but then I figured he wanted it as much as I did and we were both just kids anyway. I felt him shift his weight beneath me as if he wanted to turn over. I raised my body off him to see what he was going to do, and to my surprise he DID turn over onto his back. I lowered myself down on top of him very slowly so that the expectation of contact increased the tension of the moment; the second our hard cocks made contact with each other it was like electricity. I was holding my body up with my arms and I began to slide my hot cock against his, very slowly and gently. His chest and mine both were covered in sweat and even our legs were damp with it. I lowered my full weight down onto him now. We were thrusting our hips in unison so that our dicks were sliding together, pressed hard against our stomachs with a vengeance. I was pumping against his groin, alternating fast with smooth, slow strokes. I could feel Johnny's big balls squashed close against mine, and a few times I bucked back too far, with the end result being that my cock head would slip under his balls and poke his moist asshole. When that would happen, Johnny's eyes would get big and he would tense up. I guess he was afraid I was going to force fuck him, something I would never have done. But even though this seemed to scare him, he was still getting pretty wild, straining his body up into mine so that we were locked tight together as we rubbed our way to bliss. I wanted to kiss his mouth, feel his lips against mine, so I brought my face close to his and we just stared into each other's eyes. Slowly I leaned down and kissed him; it was awkward at first because it was obvious that he had very little experience with kissing. But he quickly got the hang of it and soon he was returning my kisses with even more passion and lust, his pumping getting faster and harder as he got more excited. I unglued my mouth from his and began to lick and suck on his flesh, from his throat to his armpits to his stomach. I wanted to suck his dick but I thought maybe I should wait for another time. I didn't want to overwhelm him with too much, too soon. And besides, I was having a great time just laying on top of his wiry, sweating body, frotting and grinding and rubbing our precum together. By now our stomachs were one slick surface of juice enabling our cocks to slip and slide in the most incredible ways. I rolled us over so that Johnny was now on top of me. This new position seemed to kick him into 5th gear. I felt the whole of his weight relax and pin me to the bed. I reached down to his ass and pressed him into me, squeezing his ass cheeks and really digging my fingers into them. Johnny moaned loud and increased his pumping, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at our thrusting cocks, not wanting to miss any of the visuals. I knew how excited and horny this used to make me when my nephew and I had first started fucking around with each other. Seeing our naked young bodies squirming and writhing over each other always made me blast extra hard and far. This was having the same effect on Johnny. Every once in a while he would raise his face back to mine and kiss me, then he would go back to watching our cocks caress and slide back and forth over our slimy stomachs. His breathing was getting more ragged and fast, and I knew he was gonna pop pretty quick. I was almost there too, so I entwined all available flesh - arms, legs, hands, feet - with his, trying to get maximum body contact.
He started whimpering and gasping and he said, "Oh god, I think I'm gonna cum soon!"
I shushed him and told him to go faster and harder. He did, and as he picked up his pace I let one of my hands glide between his ass cheeks and probed hard at his tight, little pink fuckhole with one finger. He seized up as my finger pushed gently into his asshole, gliding in and out of it fast and smoothly. He tilted his head back, opened his mouth, started to grunt and whine; I pulled his face back down to mine and shoved my tongue into his mouth. As we started to french, we both shuddered and twitched and I knew we were going to shoot soon. All of a sudden he gasped and I felt a flood of hot liquid jet up between our chests; he pulled his face away from mine so he could see himself erupt, so I looked too. As his cock spurted its second rope of jizz, mine seemed to swell for a moment and then spew out several thick jets in rapid fire action, splattering us both and mingling with his. Johnny moaned and almost yelled out as he shot, then slammed his full weight back down on me as his pumping increased for a moment and then slowed down. As he dumped the last of the sperm onto my stomach, I could feel my orgasm start to ebb, too. We continued to rub and slide against each other, now so slippery from our combined loads that it was like someone had poured a bottle of Wesson oil between us. The whole room reeked of healthy, young sperm and our bodies stank like sweat and sex. I could feel our mingled cum running down my sides onto the bed as Johnny panted for breath, exhausted from his first experience of frottage with another boy. When he tried to roll himself off me, the vacuum seal of our cum-slathered bodies made a loud sucking pop, and he laughed as he collapsed by my side. I reached over and drew random designs in the cum that was smeared from his balls to his upper chest. He smiled and closed his eyes and sighed deeply. We didn't say anything. After a few moments, he sat up and looked around for his t-shirt. He stood up, pulled up his pants, and spotted his t-shirt on the floor. I grabbed mine and told him to wipe up with it, which he did. He gave it back to me when he was done and it was sopping wet. He pulled on his t-shirt, not looking at me, and when he was dressed he just stood there for a second, still not looking at me. I knew where this was gonna go; he was still too indoctrinated by his parents to see what we had just done as something fun and wonderful. I knew his religious guilt would kick in soon.
He said, "Well, I better get home. My mom will wonder what we were doing so long."
I said, "OK, see ya 'round, Johnny."
Then he left. I lay there for a while, thinking about what we had just done. I started getting a boner again, so I jacked off and dumped another load onto my used t-shirt. I was happy to be able to give Johnny his first experience of same-sex fun.
As it turned out, Johnny avoided me for the next few years, friendly enough but not too friendly. We never repeated our experience and we never mentioned it, either. When he was 18, Johnny joined the Navy. Seeing him in his uniform gave me all sorts of new fantasy material to use whenever I would jack off for many months after. Eventually he moved away and got married and had kids. Much later I heard that he had divorced and was living somewhere in Canada. I've never spoken to him again.