The following is a mostly true story about me growing up in western South Dakota in the 80's. It's about my first relationship and contains some m-m stuff. If you aren't old enough or this is illegal where you live, please stop reading now.
Well enough of that. ... On with the story.
From part 5 ...
That's how I found myself naked in the hot tub with Cory and Steve watching Blue Lagoon.
** Six years ago **
Steve and Cory had known each other since birth, or so it seemed. They were both born in June 1969. They were birthed in the same hospital. Attended the same pre-school and elementary school. The played on the same pee-wee baseball and basketball teams. The ran around together all during the summer. Remember their moms were best friends. And when they turned ten, they both began helping out at the Tanner Dirk's Ranch.
Being naked around each other was no big deal. During the summer they often stayed at each others house. (Years later they realized this was worked out by their moms so that their respective parents could have evenings alone to do what adults who are alone like to do.) On such occasions they would be bathed together. Even when they were old enough to wash up themselves, they'd often shower together to save time.
From the time they were 7, during the summers they would basically take off first thing in the morning and bike all over the county. Back then parents did not keep as close an eye on their kids, there wasn't the worry of predators and such. They had several water holes in which they'd swim and they never bothered with swim suits -- they'd just strip and dive in. But there was also nothing sexual about it. It was just how they were.
That is until they turned 13. At 13 they began helping with the livestock more. In particular, they would help during the calving season. This often required them to be at the ranch all day and all night. During such times, Tanner Dirks (the elder) had the ranch hands stay over. He had dorm rooms built behind the house along the barn for just such times.
And so it was that Cory and Steve stayed over at the dorms as well. The rooms were pretty spartan. They had a dresser, a night stand with a lamp and a queen size bed. There was a bathroom at the end of the hall. The rec room over at the house was available to relax, but on the occasions the ranch hands stayed over, there really wasn't any time for anything but working, eating and sleeping. All the other ranch hands would have their own room, but because they were younger and smaller, Cory and Steve were roomed together.
Every time they got settled in the room, Cory would lift up the mattress and look under it. Steve asked him the first time, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for porn," Cory replied. He never actually expected to find any, but he checked. He figured if someone was going to have some, that would be where they would hide it.
*** Ok here's a little reminder of life for a 13 year old boy in the 80's, at least in our area. The predominant church's around us were Lutheran, Catholic and Presbyterian. It wasn't the deep south Bible belt. What that meant is that everyone knew what teen boys were doing in the shower when they took 20 minutes versus the normal 10, but you just didn't say anything about it. When mom's found crusty underwear or socks, she just tossed them in the washing machine and dad's just smiled knowingly. Boys would feel maybe some guilt, but not like what it seems I've heard coming out of the deep south or mormon areas. The teens themselves joked about it in a round about way which I think was a way of finding out that everyone did it without actually say, "Hey I jack off alot, do you?"
For instance, I can remember one joke we'd trade back and forth. the first boy would say, "I've heard 99% of guys jack off. You know what the other 1% do?" The reply was usually, if you didn't know the joke, "I don't know." to which everyone would snicker. (In case you don't get it, the implication is if you don't know what the 1% do, then you must be in the 99% group). The safe answer, if you'd been on the receiving end of the joke previously, was, "They lie." Again to snickers, but usually also with some slight knowing smiles. ***
Steve and Cory were typical in that sense. Though they'd slept over at each other's house, they didn't mess around with each other. In fact, without realizing it, they both handled jacking off in the same manner. By time they were 13 both boys were polishing their knobs daily, if not twice a day. But if they knew they'd be staying over at each other's house, they'd purposely shoot their loads at home before going over. They really didn't talk about sex alot, more sports or D&D, which they were both into.
But things changed that summer. Cory and Steve's parents were both married in the same year, so that summer they were both celebrating their 15 wedding anniversaries. They decided to take a week long cruise together. My parents agreed to let the boys stay over in one of the dorm rooms. My parents were doing some major renovations anyway, so could use the help. They had a team of college guys who had been hired specifically to help with the construction, so Cory and Steve had to share a room. They didn't think anything of it, at least not until the 3rd night.
Remember everything was dorm style with community bathrooms and showers, so no place private to take care of business. (the toilet stalls didn't even have doors -- this was the 80's before such big concerns for privacy). Both were used to cleaning the pipes daily. By that 3rd night they were almost bouncing off the walls from being horned up. Plus they were sharing a queen bed, so any movement was very obvious.
To make matters worse, a couple of the college guys were talking about a party that was coming up that Friday night at one of the schools in Swifton. Which led to tales of conquests at previous parties. In particular, one guy regaled his hook up with a girl who had blown him right in the back yard of the house where the party was.
As Steve lay in bed, the image of the college guy getting a blow job was stuck in his mind. Not that he was focusing on the guy, but imagining him being the one being sucked off. He was lying on his back and he could feel his penis start to push against his tighty whiteys, which is what he wore to bed. The rooms were not air conditioned, as it normally cooled off at night, but here in late June, it was too hot to be under the sheets. His hand moved down involuntarily to massage his small cock. At 13, he'd started to grow, but it was far from the size it would be in six years. He glanced over at Cory. Cory was laying on his side, facing Steve, but his eyes were closed and was breathing shallowly. His knees were bent up with the left arm under his pillow and the right resting on his side, his hand near, but not touching his crotch. He seemed to be asleep.
Steve whispered, "Cory?" No response. "Cory? You awake?" Still no response.
With the image of some hot girl blowing him, Steve slowly moved his undies down under his balls. His preferred method was to gently rub underneath the head, right on the crevice on the underside. He'd rub there slowly at first, but then as clear liquid would begin to ooze out, he'd smear the pre-cum around he whole head.
Steve had discovered he liked the taste of the first offering. It was a little salty, but not bad. He would bring his finger up to his lips and suck the juice off. He'd also found that it felt good to add some spit to this fingers before he went back to fingering himself. Steve had never grasped his cock full in his hand because he'd never thought about doing it that way. Remember this was well before webcams. He'd never talked about, let alone seen how anyone else jacked.
It only took about 3 minutes before he felt the familiar tingling race through his body. He arched his back a little and, with a small grunt, cum flew from his piss slot up to his chest. 3 more spurts, of lessening force and he had to stop touching himself, because his cock was too sensitive. Steve always found it interesting that up until the point he actually spewed, he envisioned tasting his cum. In his horny state, his mind figured if the early stuff tasted nice, than the final spunk must not be too bad. But like usual, as soon as he was spent, the thought of tasting his cum became repungant. He wasn't sure if it was the smell or the sudden drop in hormones, but all he wanted to do was clean up. He had left his socks on the floor by the bed, he grabbed one and wiped himself up. Then, suddenly very tired, drifted off swiftly to sleep.
5 minutes previously, Cory had found himself in a similar state as Steve. In fact he was lying on his side, with his knees bent up to help hide the bulge he was sure was showing in his undies. He was lying towards Steve so that he could check occasionally to see if he was asleep.
He had his eyes slightly slit, when he noticed Steve's hand reach down and readjust his package. Cory suddenly felt an urge to do the same thing, but didn't want Steve to know he was awake. Then he heard Steve whisper his name. He realized what Steve wanted to do. He couldn't believe he'd be daring enough to do it. Cory also realized that he kind of wanted to see Steve do it. Plus, he was embarrassed for Steve and didn't want him to think Cory was awake to see it.
So he just sat there, trying to slow his breathing. He almost gasped when Steve whipped his underwear under his ball. He kept his eyes slit, so it would look like he was asleep. Steve looked over a couple of times, but in the dark couldn't tell that Cory's eyes were slightly open. Cory felt his cock get even harder than it was before. This was the closest he'd ever been to anyone doing anything sexual in his entire life. He watched as Steve fondled himself, was amazed more when Steve actually tasted some of the clear liquid that was beginning to ooze out of his cock. Steve was well into his self pleasuring, otherwise he migtht have noticed that Cory's undies were not only bulging, but were starting to get damp as well, as Cory's joystick began oozing as welll.
And then he saw Steve explode. The sight was too much for Cory's teen brain, without ever having touched himself, Cory too exploded in his shorts. Thankfully his cock had stayed within the confines of his briefs, otherwise, he's probably have hit Steve with his spunk.
He lay there with the gooey mess in his shorts until he was sure Steve was asleep and then got up and cleaned up.
The next morning, neither of the boys mentioned anything about it. But there were there for 4 more nights.
To be continued....
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