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Saturday at last! Finally, no school, no homework, and no practice. As much as I enjoyed going to baseball practice, and as much as I enjoyed jacking off with Zach afterwards, I was glad to not have to go anywhere today. I rolled out of bed at around eleven and had a hard time ignoring my morning wood. I tried to ignore it by going on the computer and checking my Facebook, but that only led me to my girlfriend's profile, and man, she looked good in a bikini. I wonder how she would react if she found out I'd let Zach touch my dick? Jessica and I had never done anything sexual; in fact, the things I'd done with Zach are the most explicit things I've done with anybody else. But it's not like I was letting the kid fuck me or anything. I'd never do that. I might let him give me a blowjob if he really wants to, but there's no way his dick goes anywhere near me, or my dick near him, save for his mouth or hands. But that's different, isn't it? A blowjob's a blowjob, but if there's a dick in an ass somewhere in the scenario that makes us gay, right?
In any case, Jessica's beach pictures led my dick out of my boxers, and I couldn't help by stroke it gently as I flipped through her pictures. I let out soft little mewls as I stroked, imagining Jessica in less than just a bikini.
Then I nearly jumped as I felt my phone buzz and fall off the nightstand. I went to pick it up, but it was still ringing. Zach was calling me. I picked it up, "Hey, buddy. What's up?"
"Not much," he said on the other line. "Just woke up...if you know what
I mean."
I chuckled. "Oh, I do. Same problem over here."
He giggled. "Can I come over?"
Suddenly, I got nervous. It was one thing to have to explain the fact that Zach and I were just friends jacking off together to the team, but if my parents caught me, I'd never hear the end of it. However, the thought of it made my dick twinge. "Sure."
When Zach arrived, he rang the doorbell, and I answered it. Zach stood in my doorway with an obvious belt-tuck, whereas I just let the thing loose in my boxers, and Zach eyed it hungrily. We journeyed upstairs to my bedroom, where I closed the door. Within seconds, Zach was stark naked. I slipped off my boxers, and we both hopped onto my bed, jerking like crazy.
"So," I said, between grunts, "what'd you wanna do after we finish?"
Zach gasped. "I dunno." He was still eying my dick, licking his lips and moaning
every so often. I could tell he wanted it badly. I dunno, did I want to let him
have it? It might be a little risky with my sister home, but she'd be more under- standing than my parents, who were gone for work (even on Saturdays, my parents still worked, poor souls). Plus, if I let a guy suck my dick, did that make me gay?
Well, it couldn't make me any more gay than letting him give me a hand job.
"Go ahead," I said.
"Huh?"
"Suck it. I know you want to. Really, go ahead."
Zach looked at me, then back at my cock, then back at me, his quick, steady rhythm faltering as he contemplated what to do. Finally, with one last glance at me, he swallowed my dick. I almost screamed as my dick entered his mouth; it was so moist and warm, it felt amazing. Zach bobbed his head up and down, his hand moving faster and faster around his own dick. I let out a moan. "Wow, Zach, that feels good." I could feel him trying to smile. He couldn't help it. His hand sped up and finally he released my cock from his mouth. "Quick! Can I cum on your chest?"
"What?!"
"I don't wanna get it all over me, can I cum on your chest?"
I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
"It'd be awkward if I took a shower here, but not if you did. Please, Jordan!" Zach's face looked desperate, trying to hold back his orgasm. I nodded slightly, and as if on cue, Zach's dick exploded all over my chest, leaving his warm, sticky residue behind. It felt hot and icky on my stomach, but no different than when I jizzed on my own chest. I really didn't like the sticky feeling on me.
Zach laid back down on the bed next to me. My dick was still straight up in the air, still wet from Zach's mouth. I started stroking it again, and Zach's saliva lubed my cock and let me go faster, and pretty soon I spilled my own seed on my chest. Zach and I were both panting heavily. Zach took his index finger and swabbed a wad of our cum, slowly and seductively sucking on his finger to taste it. He smiled. "It tastes good," he laughed. I smiled. Then Zach did something I never would have expected.
He kissed me.
On the lips.
And shoved his tongue inside.
I just sat there, eyes bugging out of my head as Zach broke the kiss. His face turned red and he turned away from me. "I...I'm sorry, Jordan." He sat up on the bed and started to put his boxers back on.
I had this weird feeling in my gut. I really did NOT like Zach's kiss, but I felt really bad about breaking the kid's heart. I sat next to him, still stark naked, and wrapped my arms around him. He fell into the embrace. We sat there for a minute or so before he finally pulled away. "I'm sorry..." he whimpered. I ruffled the kid's hair. "Don't worry about kiddo."
"I understand if you don't wanna be friends anymore."
"Are you kidding," I smirked. "You're probably one of the best friends I've ever had. So what if you have a little crush on me? You'd be crazy not to! I'm a catch!"
Zach chuckled. I loved seeing him smile, especially after seeing that look of pure agony on his face. I ruffled his hair again and gave him another hug. "So whatcha wanna do now?"
Zach shrugged. "Get dressed?"
With a laugh, we both got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.