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Mike
Chapter 1:
Stevie was my best friend when I was growing up. All through public school and into high school we were inseparable. Our summers were spent together. We often would tag along when one or the other family went out of town for holidays.
So it was no shock that when things started to change in our bodies that discussed what was happening to us. It was almost a comfort to know that someone else was going through the same thing.
Stevie's dad had built him a tree house and we would often have sleep overs there. One night as we lay there Stevie turned to me and asked. "Mike do you ever get a hard on when you see the wrestler's on TV? Or some of those Olympic swimmers.... you know the guys?"
I said "Yeah sometimes, do you"
"Yeah I do a lot"
Then he asked "Do you think it is wrong if that happens?"
I had never really thought of that... What he said next made me sit up and notice though.
In a softer voice... almost like he was afraid to tell me "Sometimes I get a hard on when I think about you"
I lay there for a while thinking. What was he saying? We'd been told that it is not natural for boys to like each other sexually. Was this what that was about? If it was, was what Stevie was saying sin? And if it was then I was sinning too?
"Mike??"
I turned toward him.... "I feel the same way when I think about you Stevie"
"You know when we measured our dicks the other day and I measured yours and you measured mine? I was hard because of you. I wanted you to touch me."
I leaned forward and kissed Stevie on the lips. He sort of sighed and threw his arms around me. We were kissing each other hard then, learning what to do as we went along. Our hands were roaming all over our bodies finding each other's cocks. We were only 13 at the time. So what do we do with this?
I knelt before Stevie, bent down and kissed him around his cock. Then kissing up the hard shaft, I took his cock head in my mouth. He groaned, and then gasped. The next thing I knew I found myself the recipient of a mouthful of cum.... He arched his back and forced his cock right into my mouth before I had a chance to respond. I swallowed as quickly as I could, gagging as I went. By now he was holding my head down on his cock groaning about how good it felt begging for more. I did the only thing I could think of; I sucked on his beautiful rod until he came down from his high.
When I let go of his cock he said, "That was amazing! Let me show you!" He made me lay back and he started kissing me first on the lips and face then quickly moving down my neck and chest. He stopped and briefly sucked on my nipples, his hand by now was fondling my hard cock and nuts. I could hardly control myself. I was groaning and writhing to his attention. He moved down till he was at my cock. I watched as he licked his lips. With one movement my cock disappeared into his mouth. I thought I would hit the ceiling of the tree house. The feeling was sensational as I could felt him sucking on it, moving up and down on my shaft.
"OOOOHHHHNNNNN GAWD STEVIE I'M CUMMING !!!!" I exploded my load in his mouth. I could see him choking and gagging on it as I had. I was wild with ecstasy, it was so good. I lay gasping and panting as he sucked me dry. When he was done, when I was `done' he crawled back up to lay beside me and with him nestled into my shoulder we fell asleep.
We were virgins no more.