"Look, Touch, Taste" by LizardGuy
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------------ Part 1: Look ------------
This story is about me and my friend T.J. We're both 15 and in 10th grade. My name is Kyle.
T.J. moved here about six months ago. His house is two blocks away from mine, and we soon became friends. I liked T.J. as soon as I saw him -- I liked him a lot. I guess I've always had a crush on him. Girls are OK, but when I'm feeling horny, I mostly think about guys.
The more I got to know T.J., the more I liked him. After I first met him, a lot of times I thought about T.J. at night before going to sleep. I'd get in bed, pull down my underwear, and start stroking my dick while fantasizing about him. I tried to imagine what he looked like naked. I wanted to play with his dick and make it hard. I fantasized about sucking on it -- making it feel good -- making it cum.
T.J. and I hang out with each other a lot. We play sports with other kids in the neighborhood. We watch TV. Sometimes we go to the movies. We play video games. T.J. likes to talk about girls and I always try my best to pretend that I like them, too. There are a lot of cute guys in my school, but my favorite is T.J.
T.J. has a cute butt. I like looking at it whenever I can without getting caught. And sometimes I take quick glances at his crotch right where his dick and balls are.
About three months ago everything changed. T.J. and I were in his bedroom. He was changing out of his jeans into a pair of shorts. T.J. pulled his jeans off and was standing there in his boxers. He looked so hot. When he turned around, I looked at his cute butt. And then when he turned around again, I couldn't stop myself from glancing at his crotch. I looked a little too long. When I looked up at him, he was staring right at me. I looked away and made up a dumb excuse.
"Those are cool boxers."
They had soccer balls on them.
"Kyle, you can look if you want."
"I saw them long enough -- they're cool."
"No -- I mean you can LOOK. I don't care."
He knew I was looking at him and not his boxers. I was confused. He didn't care that I was looking at his crotch?
"Do you wanna see it?"
I knew he was talking about his dick.
"No."
I lied and T.J. knew I was lying. Then he said and did something that I never thought he'd do.
First he said: "Don't tell anyone, OK?"
And then he pulled down his boxers.
For the first time in my life I was looking at T.J.'s dick. He was standing naked in the middle of his bedroom. T.J. had a nice pouch filled with two dangling balls. His soft dick was resting on his ballsac. There was a fluffy bush of pubic hairs above it.
As I lustfully stared between T.J.'s legs, my own dick started to stiffen inside my jeans. Neither of us said anything.
T.J. jumped up on his bed and lay on his back with his legs spread slightly apart. I sat on the bed next to him, just a few feet away from the object of my pervy jerk-off fantasies. As I carefully studied it's shape, size, and color, it started to move. T.J. wasn't touching his dick, but it was definitely starting to grow -- very slowly. I watched as it gradually grew longer and fatter.
By this time my own dick was rock hard. I wanted to take it out and start jerking it, but I didn't.
Why was T.J.'s dick growing? Was he thinking about a girl? Maybe he was getting hard just because I was looking at it. Whatever the reason was, it eventually grew into a full, throbbing boner. It was a little longer than 5 inches long and I could see lots of veins all along his shaft. His dick head was darker than his shaft, and it looked like a puffy mushroom. I wanted to slide T.J.'s dick inside my mouth and start sucking on it soooo bad. It looked so delicious, mmmmmm.
Suddenly, T.J.'s cell phone range and he got off the bed. As he walked across the room to answer it, his boner was bouncing up and down and wagging from side to side. I also got a good look at his naked butt -- two round, pale-white butt cheeks separated by a crack. T.J. answered the phone.
"Hi, Rob.... Yeah, that sounds cool.... Kyle's here now.... We'll be there in about 10 minutes.... Later."
"That was Rob. Do you wanna play football?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. We gotta leave now."
While he was getting dressed, T.J. reminded me: "Remember -- don't tell anyone, OK?"
"OK."
When I got home after playing football, I went to my bedroom and locked the door. A few seconds later my dick was in my hand and I was stroking. My mind was filled with a detailed image of T.J.'s meaty dick and ballsac. I fantasized about licking them and sucking on them. At the same instant T.J.'s dick exploded in my mouth in my fantasy, I had a massive orgasm and my dick spewed out a huge load of cum all over my chest and stomach.
------------- Part 2: Touch -------------
Over the next few days T.J. and I didn't say anything to each other about what happened. We had a silent agreement to not talk about it. But every day I jerked off thinking about it.
Then about a week later something else happened. We were watching TV at T.J.'s house and no one else was home. We were watching videos on MTV that had hot girls in them. I looked over and noticed that T.J. was rubbing his crotch through his jeans. He wasn't even trying to hide it. I looked up at his face, and he was looking right at me with a mischievous smile on his face.
"It's hard. Do you wanna see it?"
"Yeah, I guess so... if you wanna show it to me."
He turned off the TV.
"Let's go up to my room."
By the time we got to his bedroom, there was a bulge in the crotch of my jeans. T.J. took off his t-shirt and pulled down his jeans. His boxers were tented. T.J. grabbed the waistband and when he pulled them down, his delicious boner popped out.
Just like the last time T.J. jumped up on his bed and lay down on his back. I was sitting right next to him staring at his twitching dick.
"You can touch it, if you want."
"Do you want me to?"
"Yeah."
I reached my hand out, and for the first time in my life I touched another dude's dick. T.J.'s boner felt warm. And it felt both soft and hard, if that makes sense.
"You can rub it, too. Those videos made me horny."
I slid my finger up and down his hard, veiny shaft. T.J. spread his legs apart and put his feet together. I could tell I was making his dick feel good because it seemed to be getting harder and it was twitching more. I could tell by the look on his face, too. T.J. looks so cute when his dick is feeling good.
I wanted to touch more of T.J. He has a beautiful set of balls. I pressed my finger down on his squishy pouch.
"Can I touch here, too?"
"Yeah. Do to mine whatever you do to yours when you play with it."
I held his ballsac in my hand and gently felt the size and shape of the two eggs inside. I like playing with my balls when I jerk off. I usually fondle my balls with my right hand, while stroking up and down my dick with my left hand. That feels real good.
I started doing that to T.J. and he let out a sigh. He was really loving this. I was going to make T.J. cum, and I knew he wasn't going to stop me.
If T.J.'s dick was like mine, I knew that it would soon start leaking precum. I was staring at his dickhead, waiting for the first drop. I kept slowly stroking his meat. Eventually, a small, clear drop of precum oozed out of his piss slit.
Earlier T.J. told me to do to his what I do to mine. So, I stopped stroking, put my finger in the sex slime that he made for me, and then swirled it around over that magic spot right underneath his dick head. T.J. let out another sigh. And his dick soon became even more leaky. This was so cool. I was in total control of T.J.'s dick.
Now my goal was to make T.J. cum. I wanted to watch a huge load of cum squirt out of his dick. How much would squirt out? How many squirts would there be? I was about to find out.
I grabbed T.J.'s dick in my left hand again and started stroking it faster than before. The intense pleasure was making him squirm around on the bed a little bit. Soon, the top of my hand was covered in the precum that continued to leak out of his dick. It acted as a lube and made a slippery, squishy sound as my hand jerked up and down his throbbing boner.
I sensed that T.J.'s dick was soon going to explode. I was right. He made a grunting sound, his dick twitched in my hand, and the first of several squirts of cum forcefully shot out of his dick. The first squirt landed high up on his chest. By the time T.J. was done cumming, there were lines and drops of cum all over his chest and stomach.
T.J.'s heavy breathing started to return to normal. He looked down at the slimy mess that his dick made.
"Could you grab my boxers? I gotta clean up."
I grabbed his boxers off the floor.
"I'll clean it up for you."
"Cool."
I sopped up the gooey pools of cum covering T.J. I even wiped a big drop of cum off the tip of his dick for him.
T.J. got off the bed, pulled a clean pair of boxers up over his half-limp dick, and then put on the rest of his clothes.
"Remember, we can't tell anyone about this."
"I know."
"And maybe we can do it again sometime. OK?"
"Yeah. That'd be real cool."
------------- Part 3: Taste -------------
After I jerked off T.J. that first time, I sort of became obsessed with him and his dick. All of my jerk off fantasies were about me making T.J. feel good. Making his dick grow long and hard and leaky. Making his throbbing boner shoot gobs of hot cum. One image I couldn't get out of my mind was the look of pleasure on T.J.'s face as I was stroking his dick and bringing him closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. I wanted to make him feel good again in real life. About a week later I got my chance.
This time we were at my house, hanging out in my bedroom. It was a Saturday afternoon and nobody else was home. I couldn't stop glancing at T.J.'s crotch, knowing that the object of my desire was hiding inside his blue jeans and boxers. I was hoping he'd ask "do you wanna do it?" so bad. I wanted T.J. to be naked on my bed with his dick and balls in my hand and that look of pleasure on his face. It turns out I got to do even more than I was hoping for.
"Kyle, guess when I jerked off last."
Yes! Right then I knew he wanted to do it again. That was his way of bringing up the topic.
"I don't know."
"Guess."
"Last night?"
The previous night was the last time I did it. And of course I had an image of T.J.'s dick in my mind as my own dick started squirting gobs of goo.
"Nope. It was yesterday morning right after I woke up before school."
"That's more than a day ago. You must be pretty horny by now."
"Yup."
T.J. lay down on my bed and spread his legs apart. I could see the bulge in the crotch of his jeans starting to grow. My own dick started to stiffen, too.
I got up on the bed and put my hand on T.J.'s horny crotch. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of me rubbing my hand over his bulge. T.J. reached his hand down and unbuckled his belt. I knew that he wanted me to do the rest. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He lifted his butt up off the bed and I pulled his jeans off. T.J. was wearing boxers with a green and blue checkered pattern on them. I could clearly see the outline of his erect dick.
T.J. lifted his butt up off the bed again. He wanted me to pull his boxers off. He wanted to be naked on my bed so I could play with his dick and make him cum. I pulled off T.J.'s boxers and looked at the object of my fantasies -- T.J.'s beautiful, horny boner. I lightly ran my finger up and down the underside of his shaft. I didn't want to make T.J. cum too soon. It would be a lot better for both of us if I slowly teased his dick instead.
As I continued to gently run my finger over T.J.'s dick, balls, and wide-open thighs, he started to get that pleasurable look on his face that I love so much. I looked at T.J.'s throbbing boner. I knew I could make it feel even better if I could use my tongue instead of my finger.
"T.J.?"
"Yeah?"
"Does it feel good?"
"It feels awesome."
"Do you want me to make it feel even better?"
"Like how?"
"I don't know. Maybe I could lick it, if you want."
"Yeah, lick it.... But only if you want to."
I wanted to. I brought my face inches away from T.J.'s dick and stuck out my tongue. The tip of my tongue touched his ballsac. I slid my tongue up his shaft and over the ridge of his dick head.
"Did that feel good?"
"Yeah. Keep doing that. It felt great."
I kept licking the underside of T.J.'s dick. Lick, lick, lick.... Soon his boner was covered with my saliva. I could tell that T.J. was getting really, really horny. He wanted it to feel even better.
"Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
"I was thinking. If you want to, you can suck on it."
"You want me to?"
"Yeah. Please. I'll tell you when I have to cum so I don't squirt in your mouth."
I looked down at T.J.'s dick and noticed that it was oozing some precum. T.J. wanted me to put his juicy, throbbing dick in my mouth. I started by licking the clear drop of precum off his dick head. Sometimes I taste my own precum when I'm jerking. I like the flavor of precum and T.J.'s tasted real good. I wanted him to make more precum for me.
I kissed T.J.'s dick head, and then put it in my mouth. My lips were pressed right below the ridge of the mushroom capping his dick. I rubbed my tongue against his piss slit and tasted more precum. T.J.'s dick entered my mouth, as I slid my lips down the length of his hard shaft. The horny piece of meat that T.J. jerks off every day was inside my mouth!
I started moving my head up and down, while keeping my lips pressed against T.J.'s shaft. Every time my head moved up, my lips brushed against the ridge of his dick head. I was making his dick feel better and better and better....
"Kyle, I'm gonna cum soon."
I took T.J.'s dick out of my mouth.
"I don't care if you shoot in my mouth. Just squirt whenever you have to."
I looked at the hard, wet piece of meat throbbing between T.J.'s legs. I put it back in my mouth, knowing that it was soon going to squirt out gobs of hot T.J. cum. I kept sucking and sucking and sucking, until....
"I'm gonna cum."
T.J.'s dick exploded inside my mouth. I could taste the strong flavor of his spermy dick goo. My mouth was filled with it. Even after I swallowed all of the cum inside my mouth, I could still taste it.
When I took T.J.'s dick out of my mouth, it was covered with a combination of my saliva and his cum. I took some tissues from the box on my nightstand and used them to clean off his dick. T.J. got off the bed and started getting dressed.
"I can't believe I just squirted in your mouth. That must have been so gross."
"It wasn't that bad. We can do it again some time."
"Yeah. As long as no one finds out."
And so far, nobody has ever found out. I've lost track of the number of times I've sucked on T.J.'s dick. It pretty much happens whenever we're alone and he's feeling horny. T.J. says, "Kyle, do you wanna do it?" I always say, "Yeah". And then suck, suck, suck....
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