STILL BEING NICE
Chapter 2
Two friends compare notes on recent experience with girls and engage each other. bb bg
The next morning I had baseball practice. It was early in the morning to avoid the heat. The playoffs were coming up fast and we really needed to practice. We finished by about 9:30 and Riley, one of my friends on the team, caught me as we were getting ready to leave.
“Hey Dillon, do you want to come over?” He looked around and leaned closer. “My mom took my sister somewhere and she’s going to be gone all day. We could have some fun,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
I was pretty sure what kind of fun Riley had in mind. He was actually only twelve to my lofty 13, and a year behind me in school. But he only lived a block and a half from me and we had hit it off in elementary school and played on the same baseball team. We stayed friends even after I moved on to Jr. High, partly because we discovered a mutual interest in sex. We had shared mutual jack off sessions at sleep overs and backyard camping or any other time we had the chance. It was he who coerced his little sister into showing me a girl’s pussy for the first time.
“Yeah, I’ll go tell my mom and be right over.” I dashed home, dumped my baseball gear and got nodding approval from my mom and dashed out. I was going back to Becky’s house later that afternoon, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t welcome a jack off session with my buddy and I had my adventure to tell him about. He met me at the door and after I kicked off my shoes he locked the door, pulled the blinds and ushered me quickly to his room.
“I’ve got some stuff to tell you,” my friend gushed. “Me too,” I answered. “OK, you go first,” he offered, “but let’s take our clothes off.” We were both wearing tee shirts and jeans and as we pulled them off I began.
“So you know that girl I told you about, the one I’ve been going over to her house?” Riley nodded as he pulled his jeans off of his feet. “Well yesterday we went in her mom’s room and took off all our clothes. I saw her completely naked, her pussy and tits and everything.”
“Oh, wow, no way,” he chirped. “And did you do anything like feel her up or anything?” His underwear cleared his knees letting his semi-soft boy dick swing loose.
“Nah, her brother and sister came home and we had to get dressed.” I had no idea if anything more would have transpired had they not returned. I stepped out of my underwear and stood in front of Riley fingering my tool as it began to rise. Being almost a year younger Riley was completely hairless. His dick stuck out straight when it was hard maybe four inches but was slim. He was cut like I was and his nut sack had only recently started to drop displaying two marble sized orbs.
“So now it’s your turn, what do you have to tell me?”
“Oh, lots, man. Let’s get on the bed first.” We jumped up and propped up on pillows, both filling our hands with our stiff pricks. “Well you know last weekend we went out to my mom’s aunt’s place, out on the farm?” I had been aware and nodded. “Well when it was time to go to bed, it was so hot that they said my sister and I could sleep out on the screened in porch, so they fixed us a feather bed out there.”
“It was pretty hot still and there were crickets and frogs and stuff and we couldn’t go sleep so we just started talking. I was just wearing my underpants and she was wearing this kind of tee shirt thing and her panties. We were lying on top of the covers and she kept saying she was sweaty so I told her to take off her shirt if she wanted to. I mean I’ve seen her without a shirt a lot of times anyway, and even naked. So she did and said it didn’t matter because she didn’t have boobies yet. So we got to talking about when we used to take baths together and how she didn’t think it was bad for brothers and sisters to see each other, anyway. I said I didn’t either and we could get naked now if she wanted to. And she said OK and we did!”
I could picture Kim, Riley’s little sister in my mind and the little fold between her legs. She had fulfilled a promise to her brother and taken her panties off in their garage and given us both a good look. That was almost a year ago and until my recent experience at Becky’s house was my only exposure to the feminine treasure. Kim was nine now, almost ten, and had gotten cuter, and when I would be at Riley’s house for sleep overs we would watch TV in our underwear and she would hang around giving me little glimpses of her panties. I encouraged Riley to arrange another exhibition but it never seemed to happen. I had little flashes of guilt at my sneak peeks and stealthy interest in girls younger than me. But until Becky had bared herself it had been my only chance to feed my boyhood curiosity. I pumped my pole harder and urged him to continue the story.
“Well we were lying there, still talking, and she said, ‘I wonder when I’ll start getting boobs?’ We talked about a couple of girls in fifth grade that started getting them and several in sixth that did. She’s only just finished fourth. So she asked if I could see anything there on her chest and I leaned over and looked and then put my hand on her and rubbed felt around and her little nipple things were poking out. I told her they might be starting and just kept feeling her up. When she didn’t say anything or tell me to stop, I asked her if she remembered how we started washing each other in the bath. She said she thought so and so I ran my hand between her legs and rubbed her right on her pussy. Then I told her to do me and showed her how she used to do it.”
“Oh man, it felt so good,” Riley interjected. “It always feels better when someone else does it.” He grinned at me as we both moved our hands to each other’s crotch. “We just kept doing it,” he went on, “We took turns looking at each other and feeling each other up. She kept playing around with my balls and asking a lot of questions. I told her she’d learn a lot of stuff in health but I’d tell her about stuff they wouldn’t. Then she let me put my finger in her. We must have done it for at least an hour before we decided to put our underwear back on and go to sleep.”
“So did you come?” I asked, beating harder on my rigid cock.
“Right at the last, before we went to sleep, I finished myself off and got a little come on my hand.” I knew Riley had just started to release a few drops of boy juice. “She was kind of curious about that and I told her I’d tell her all about it later. She acted like she knew some stuff but wasn’t real sure about it. She said she thought she knew why boys’ things got hard and she had seen me play with it a few times. And she said she saw us in the basement once when you were sleeping over and were both playing with it. So I told her I spied on her and one of my girl cousins once when they were taking a shower.”
My mind was whirling as fast as my hand was moving. I could imagine all sorts of things the three of us, Kim and Riley and I, could do together now that it seemed her brother had it started. Then I flashed on Becky, obviously interested, not inhibited, and more my age. If Kim was so willing to experiment would Becky be even more so? “I’m going to come pretty soon,” I announced to Riley.
“Wait there’s more, and it’s good stuff,” he stopped his motion and pulled his hand back. “The next day after breakfast some more relatives arrived,” he continued. It was some sort of anniversary or something. Anyway while the grownups were getting dinner together and visiting my sister was hanging out with some girl cousins, most of ‘em younger than her. The only other boy was my cousin Dallas. He’s your age about a year older than me. Anyway he and I took off and wandered around the farm. There was a bunch of old tractors and machinery and then we went in the old barn.”
“It was really cool with lots of old stuff hanging around. We climbed up in the loft where there was a bunch of old hay and we could look out through the cracks and see the house and the whole farm. We were both wearing shorts and he had been sort of grabbing himself some, and did it again and said, ‘This would be a good place to jack off,’ and asked me if I ever did it. I said, sure, and then I asked if I wanted to do it. I said, yeah, and we just pulled off our shorts and started beating off.”
“His dick and balls were a little bigger than yours, not much longer but bigger around, and he had more hair. We just stood there kind of watching toward the house and jerking. Then he wanted to compare dicks and we put ‘em together and he said mine was good for my age then we took turns wrapping our fingers around and jacking them together.” I could picture the process having done the same thing with Riley before.
“Then we decided we could see anybody coming from the house in plenty of time that we could get clear naked, so we did then starting jacking each other again. Then he asked me if I knew what a blow job was and I said I think so and asked if I wanted to try it. I said I wasn’t sure and he said he’d do me and if I liked it I could do him. I said OK and he got down and did it, sucked my dick right into his mouth. Man it felt fantastic, ten times better than jacking.” Riley and I had hinted at this a few times but neither had the courage to actually try it. Wise cracks from our peers about it being “queer” had us paranoid. I was surprised at Riley’s report and he continued. “He did it a little while then asked if I’d do him, so I tried it. It wasn’t bad, I gagged a couple of times ‘cause he was big, but then I got the hang of it. He wanted me to do it faster then said, ‘Oh, oh,” and shot some sperm in my mouth before I could pull off. He said, ‘sorry’, and I spit it out while he jerked off and shot some more.”
“Then he said he’d do me until I got off and asked if I could come yet. I said a little and he said ‘then just keep going’. Then he kept doing it until I got off he let me come in his mouth. Then we could see they were getting ready for dinner and got dressed and headed back. We were going to go back to the barn after dinner but he left and we never got the chance.”
Riley had a hold on my rigid dick feeling the impact of his story on my libido. I held his that was equally stiff. He eyed me a few seconds. “So do you want to try it, trade blow jobs, I mean.” We knew each other pretty well. He had to know I did.
“I will if you will,” I said, anxious to experience what my younger friend already had. There wasn’t another friend or classmate I would trust to share this in my present social circle. But I would with Riley.
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OK, just tell me when you’re going to come,” he said and leaned over my middle and in one motion sucked my dick into his mouth until the tip touched the back of his throat. He gagged slightly retreated on the rod then sucked it back in, gripping the base with his fingers and starting an up and down motion. For having only done it once he was delivering an exhilarating experience. Hi mouth was warm and wet and as his head bobbed in my lap I palmed his bare shoulders and felt my body start humping into his mouth. Having already jacked off for the time it took to tell his story I was ready and in only a few short minutes warned him, “I’m gonna’ come.” Pressure mounted between my balls and my butt hole and a convulsion rocked my insides.
Riley hesitated just a second letting the first volley of boy come pass his lips before pressing it back out of his mouth and over my still spitting cock. To my surprise he held his lips to my tip and gripped my shaft until the minor eruption subsided. It wasn’t a lot of semen, maybe a teaspoon or so, but quite a bit for me and it was coating my stiff dick and Riley’s hand. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and released my boy pole. “How was that,” he asked reaching for a tissue box on his bedside table.
“Marvelous,” was all my weakened and limp body could reply. Riley grinned and snickered. “I told you so, now do me.” I was obligated now. How could I refuse after his excellent work? In fact I was drawn instinctively to taste his little boy cock. I rolled over between his legs and settled with my face even with his bare package. I took the time to inspect his budding manhood. It had been a while since we had measured but he still appeared short of four inches. His phallus curved up and slightly back and pulsed with his heartbeat. His nut sack had only recently dropped displaying pecan-sized glands. The ridges of his purple helmet extended past the diameter of his pale shaft and formed a swollen triangle. I pulled him down and it was over the later that I gingerly slipped between my lips.
I circled my tongue around the ridge and over the pee hole in the tip. Slowly I engulfed the rest of his shaft millimeter at a time bringing a low groan from my friend. Cupping his nut sack that was now pulling up to his body I imitated the motion he had used on me, only I could suck him in clear the base, touching his pubic bone with my lips. The taste was slightly salty from boy sweat. We hadn’t showered after practice. It usually took Riley longer to get off but he was as worked up as I was and grabbed the back of my head and humped upward into my mouth in desperation. I reciprocated by gripping his slim butt cheeks and pulling him to me.
“Here goes,” he gasped after four or five minutes. He seldom had more than a few drops of clear boy come if that, so I decided to keep going. “Ah, ah, ah,” he said as his body flexed and I felt a few spasms from his slim dick. I only felt a drop or two of Riley’s issue so didn’t feel obligated to spit it out. It didn’t really have much of a taste and didn’t bother me like I expected it would.
When Riley began to recover he said, “You let me go off in your mouth?” I nodded. “Did anything come out?” he asked. “A little bit, not much, no big deal.” “That was amazing,” he said, “Better than my cousin did it. I’m gonna’ want to do this some more.” “Me, too,” I added.
We lay side by side in naked recovery eventually letting our hands drift back to each other’s groin. Just when our flags began to rise and we contemplated a repeat performance, the phone rang. It was Riley’s mom. She was going to be heading home in a few minutes and asked him to do something in the kitchen. We dressed quickly, thankful she had called rather than just come home early, and left but not after we vowed to repeat the activity.
It was only just after noon when I got home from Riley’s house. I grabbed a sandwich and, lay around for a while then, at my mother’s suggestion, showered my stinky body before going over to Becky’s house. Her mother was leaving at 4:30 and would be home by 9:30. I had no problem walking home then. It wasn’t far and might still have some summer light. Kids could play into the night then with no worries. Just as she was leaving, Becky’s mom said if I got sleepy I could crash on the couch, then with a grin said, “Or you can sleep over with Becky, if you want,” then she chuckled as she went out the door.
We sort of sat around for a few minutes. Probably both of us were thinking about what we did yesterday and how to diplomatically bring it up. Then Becky’s little brother and sister appeared from points unknown, with Darrel, the friend that had been with them in the sprinklers that day. “You kids need to stay inside now,” Becky commanded, “It’s too hot out. You can go back out when it cools off. Watch TV or something.” The trio looked at each other a couple of ears were whispered into. The boys were shirtless and wearing shorts. Kenny’s were baggy as usual and his hand kept sneaking into the leg opening. I noticed a little bulge in the other boy’s crotch area. Emily wore shorts also and a tube top thing that she wouldn’t have needed and didn’t hide much except it made her chubbiness appear to have small tits. It was Emily that spoke up.
“Can we go in our room and play?” The looks on three faces displayed a plan.
“OK, if you want,” Becky said. Then she glanced at me. “Dillon and I are going to be in mom’s room watching TV or something. So you know the rules.”
“Is he going to be your boyfriend?” Emily asked coyly.
“We’ll pretend he is, and you know the rules.”
“OK,” the group agreed. They trooped into the kids room and quickly shut the door.
“Come on we can go in here,” Becky said and stood up moving toward her mom’s room. I followed and she closed the door behind me.
“Now they won’t bother us,” she announced.
“What was that all about?” I asked meaning the boyfriend comment.
“When my mom has her boyfriend over and the door is closed no one is allowed to go in.” She glanced at me from the corner of her eye. “You can probably guess why.” She paused a second letting the last comment settle. “When the kids go in the bedroom and shut the door they play around sometimes, you know like pull each other’s pants down and play doctor and stuff. Mom doesn’t care. They all take baths together anyway.” I wondered if Becky got involved with them but didn’t ask.
“That sounds like fun,” I suggested. Then feeling bolder for the moment, I added, “Maybe we should try it.”
Becky flashed me a sly grin. “Maybe we should,” Becky conceded looking to see if I was serious. “It was fun yesterday.” We sat down on a rug on the floor wondering what to do next.
“Maybe I could win your clothes in a card game,” I said slyly, recalling stealthy activity with other boys at scout camp.
“You could try,” Becky taunted and reached in the bottom of a box for a deck of well-worn cards.
“What do you want to play?” she asked. I thought about some games we invented at scout camp after lights out.
“How about high card-lo card?” I answered trying to think of a way to speed up getting naked with Becky again. “High card wins, lo card takes something off.”
“This won’t take long, will it?” she observed.
“Probably not,” I said, bringing a rare smile from the brown haired girl.
She was wearing a longish skirt today, perhaps a hand-me-down, and a knit top that looked way too warm for summer. When I had dressed after my shower I chose a pair of cotton shorts, gym shorts actually. They were white with a blue stripe, shorter than my cut offs, then I added a tee shirt and tube sox. “Shoes and socks don’t count.” I had left my shoes at the door and she was barefooted. The first card Becky drew was a deuce, mine was a ten. She looked at me smugly and reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, tossing them aside. Then she lost again and doffed her top giving me a fresh look at the puffy nipples and small cones on her chest.
Then it was my turn to lose two straight leaving me in my tented jockeys. Luck was with me and Becky lost. She stood making a minor production out of dropping her skirt. She paused a few seconds as I looked at her nakedness before she sat back down, cross-legged, giving me and unrestricted view of her pussy. A little smirk came over her face noting the major bulge in my jockeys. “So what happens if I win again?” I asked, shuffling the cards. She shrugged. “I guess you’ll have to pay a forfeit,” I said. She shrugged again.
“I guess so,” she said nonchalantly. I shuffled and spread the cards. She drew and turned over a ten and grinned. I drew and turned over a jack and grinned bigger.
“So what’s my forfeit,” she asked smugly as my mind whirled on what I should command.
“You have to let me feel your boobs,” I said mustering my courage.
“OK,” she said willingly, “There’s not much to feel,” and sat up on her knees and leaned forward. I got up on my knees and reached for her with the palm of one hand. I scooted close and let one hand rest on her bare shoulder as I gently rubbed over her little points. Becky’s eyes fluttered a little at my touch and my dick was so hard it was pushing my jockeys away from my groin.
She was right they were small; but they were firm and pointed and warm and they were a girl’s tit. “They’re really nice,” I breathed, feeling my pulse race as I finished my first ever exploration of a girl’s tits and moved back.
“I hope they grow,” she said looking down at the stiff nipples. “My turn to deal,” she said expectantly. She did and she won. I didn’t waste any time pulling off my briefs and letting my swollen dick breathe. Becky studied my hard on without trying to disguise the look.
“Shall we keep playing?” I asked, “Loser pays a forfeit to the winner?”
“Sure,” she said with a look of mischief and the most I had ever seen her smile.
When we turned the cards over this time I had won again. She chewed her lower lip for a second. “So what do I have to do now?”
I already had a plan. “You have to let me feel you up again, only this time, all over.”
She looked up at me with another knowing little smile chewing her lower lip as trying to decide. Then a naughty little smile gave her away. “OK.” Recognizing the area that was still unexplored she leaned back on a couple of big sofa pillows, dropping her hands to her sides and letting her knees part.
While I looked squarely between her legs I started where I had ended last time, with her chest, palming her pointed and now quite firm little nipples. I circled one with my finger and felt a tiny shiver go through the girl. Slowly as she watched I let my hand drift down her front past her navel and over her hairless mound. When my fingers brushed the little finger of skin, Becky took in a breath and let her legs part and arched her mound toward my hand. Remembering what she had said and demonstrated I rubbed over that spot. Her legs went out wider.
I had no way of knowing if anyone had touched her there before but I knew it was a first for me. This morning I had experienced a blow job for the first time and now I was feeling a real live pussy, all in the same day. My pulse was racing and my dick was so hard I thought it might explode. I was about to ask the dumb question if that felt good but it was obvious it did so I rubbed more intently. Feeling the need to explore further I slid my hand down a little letting my middle finger part the little crevice, finding it warm and moist. With my only reference being what I liked and what she had shown me, I tried to duplicate the most pleasurable motion. It must have worked because it elicited a little groan from Becky, particularly when I touched the little nub of flesh.
Leaning over to get a better look at the female mystery I let my finger move farther down the pink valley until it rubbed over a small opening. Reasoning that I had discovered the legendary part of a girl’s anatomy, I paused, and then probed with the tip of my finger. Becky’s hips flexed involuntarily and I pushed my finger in past the second knuckle. The opening was narrow but the walls were slippery. I felt Becky wince slightly and held my finger still for few seconds. When I felt her body relax I started moving my finger slightly in and out. I was actually doing what I heard bragged about in the locker room.
When I began to move my hand faster Becky sat up quickly and pushed my hand away. She was grinning sheepishly. “Isn’t It my turn?” she asked.
“I guess so,” I answered.
“Do I need to draw a card?”
“I guess not,” I replied.
“I’d win this time anyway,” she said and sort nudged me back until I was leaning back on my elbows on the rug. She scooted over closer and eyed my rigid weenie. It was pointing up and back, not quite touching my belly, and pulsing with my heart beat. Cautiously Becky circled her fingers around my shaft as if measuring its diameter. She stroked it slowly up and down a couple of times then proceeding to explore and examine all of my parts, thumbing the tip, examining my balls, and tugging my dick down running her fingers over my sprouting pubes. It was almost scientific in nature until she finally closed her hand around it and began pumping up and down. “Like this?” she asked.
I nodded. Her hand was softer and smaller than Riley’s. And she was lying there naked jacking me off. I could see the points of her nipples and the top of her pussy mound. I felt my pelvis respond to her hand. A surge was building in my loins.
“Becky, you might want to stop before…,” It was too late. I pushed her hand away and doubled over catching two or three quick jets of boy come in my hand. A drop or two cleared my hand and landed on my belly. She was watching me intently.
“Sorry,” I said, “I couldn’t stop.”
“It’s OK,” she said, still studying my issue.
“Could I get a Kleenex?” I asked, my discharge starting to slip through my fingers.
“Oh, sure,” she said and pulled tissues from the box next to her mom’s bed.
“Sorry,” I said again as I wiped my fingers and belly.
“It’s OK,” Becky responded, “I know what it is. They told us about it in health last year. It’s sperm, huh?” I nodded. “George squirted some once, but I didn’t know what it was then; he didn’t either.”
My weenie had wilted, I was still sort of embarrassed, and our activity had been interrupted. As if reading my mind, Becky said, “Maybe we better get dressed and check on the little kids. They’ll be wanting to eat soon.” I agreed and gathered my clothes.
I followed Becky into the kitchen and watched as she prepared macaroni and cheese from a box and made Baloney sandwiches. I couldn’t help but think she was doing a lot of grown up stuff for still being shy of twelve. Then she went out of the kitchen and across the living room to the door to the kid’s room. I followed and sat on the couch in the living room just as she opened the door. There was a minor scramble and I could see a few glimpses of bare skin on the other side of the door.
“Come on kids, get washed up for dinner. And you should probably put some clothes on,” she added to the giggles behind the door. She stepped out and grinned. “The little perverts,” she said.
“Like us?” I whispered. Becky grinned and retreated to the kitchen.
The trio trooped out to the bathroom, converging on the sink. Emily emerged first and headed to the kitchen. When the boys appeared I pointed out that Kenny had his shorts on inside out he simply dropped them, wagged his little two inch pecker and pulled them back on. By the time all were fed and dishes cleaned up, Darrel’s mom appeared to pick him up. We settled to watch television and an hour later Becky’s mom arrived. She thanked me for keeping the kids company and I left, walking home in the dim summer night light. The next two days Becky’s mom was off work. She had offered that I could come over anyway but I explained I had ball games the next two evenings, the last of the season, but I could come over the following day. She nodded and added that she understood.
About eleven o’clock the next day, I was just lounging in my bedroom when I heard a knock on the door. Rather than one of the neighbors coming over to chat with my mom she called out that I had company. I headed into the living room to find Becky smiling sheepishly sitting on the couch while my mother hovered, smiling.
“My mom said I could have a break from the kids,” she said and I just thought I’d come over here to get away,” Becky offered.
“Oh we’re glad you did,” my mother gushed, “I’m glad you two have made friends and keep each other company,” she said. “Could I get you some lemonade or ice tea?” she asked.
“Some lemonade would be nice,” she smiled at me as my mom bustled off into the kitchen. Becky’s hair was neatly brushed and held back by a couple of hair clips. She was wearing crisp yellow shorts with pockets, and a white sleeveless knit top. Her long tan legs ended in barefoot sandals. Her eyes almost sparkled as she looked at me and I thought I detected a hint of make-up. I was spellbound by how cute she looked and I knew it had to be for me. Then my focus was interrupted by my mom bringing lemonade and cookies.
My mom issued a bevy of questions like “How’s your mom; Are the kids OK? And various other small talk before she mercifully withdrew to busy herself in the kitchen, leaving us together on the couch.
“So you have baseball tonight?” Becky questioned between cookies and sips of lemonade.
“Yeah,” I answered, “Only two more games this season.”
“I’d like to watch but I think my mom’s boyfriend is taking us to a movie.”
“That’ll be cool,” I replied. “So would you like to see my room?” I asked after the cookies were gone, “We can take the lemonade with us.” No one at the time would think it improper for a boy my age to invite a girl to his bedroom, at least I didn’t.
“Sure,” she said and followed me. “Sorry, it’s kind of messy,” I said moving some things aside.
“It’s fine,” she said, “You have a nice house.” It was actually only slightly larger than Becky’s; just in a little newer subdivision. I showed her few of my treasures, baseball trophies and model airplanes and we sat on the edge of my bed making small talk.
Then my mom appeared in the hallway. “I have to run to the store to pick up some things,” she said, “I’ll be back in a little while. I wondered if mom had invented the errand to give me time with Becky. If she knew what we had been up to I doubt she would have left. When she was gone Becky and I smiled knowingly at each other.
“You look really nice today,” I heard myself say, leaning closer to the girl.
“Thanks,” she answered a slight tinge of pink showing on her forehead.
“That was fun yesterday,” I offered.
“Did you like touching me and stuff?” Becky asked quietly.
“Oh, yeah, I really did,” I responded, feeling my dick swelling in my pants at the recollection.
“I didn’t get to feel you much,” she said, and sort of chuckling added, “You squirted too soon.”
“Sorry about that,” I said. We looked at each other with a mutual thought. “My mom’s gone so you could take up where you left off.”
“I guess we both could,” she said, with a sly look, “If we hurry before she gets back.” We jumped up in unison and unsnapped our shorts pushing them down to our ankles along with our underwear. My dick quickly jumped up to attention and we sat back on the edge of the bed and she reached for me as I reached for her. Becky’s fingers quickly wrapped around my dick and she lowered her head to inspect it more closely. She traced around the ridge of the helmet and the scar from circumcision and let her thumb play over the tiny pee hole and the line below it. Her fingers gently cupped my balls then moved up, gripped my shaft and began stroking. I let her examine me closely before my fingers cupped her mound and started spreading the soft lips. Her crevice was warm and moist.
We fondled, probed and masturbated each other for several minutes. When she felt my finger penetrate her little hole she pumped her hand harder on my shaft. If I let her keep doing it I was going to come. I was tempted to simply stand up roll between her legs and bury my dick in her soft warm pussy. I had no idea if she’d let me do it and just as I was almost ready to try we heard our old Buick pull back in the driveway. By the time my mom had gotten back in the house two innocent children were simply passing the time with conversation. Shortly Becky announced she needed to get home and left. I went quickly into the bathroom and after a few short strokes delivered an ample salvo of thin boy come into a tissue and the toilet.
That afternoon I lounged around under the guise of resting for the ball game. I had taken the opportunity to stroke my morning wood to a satisfying conclusion after Becky left. In the middle of the afternoon Riley appeared asking if I wanted to sleep over at his house after the game. My mom was in the room and we eyed each other silently recognizing the possibility of having some fun. When my mom nodded her consent we retreated to my room. Riley glanced down the hallway and pushed the door shut behind him.
“We might have some more fun tonight,” he offered quietly. “My sister and I messed around some more last night,” he added, “And she’s going to have a friend over. Our parents are going to dinner with hers after our game, so we might get them to do stuff with us. I mean, they’re younger than us but they’re girls.” He wiggled his eyebrows above a sly look.
“So do you think they might really want to, do stuff with us, I mean?” Seeing Becky naked had whetted my appetite. I really liked Becky and was comfortable around her. She seemed different than other girls. But I wasn’t sure about the boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet. I had been around Kim for years, and I joined Riley in ignoring her most of the time. But I had sensed she had developed a little crush on me and had been willing to show me her bare little pussy last summer, attracting my interest in her as a girl. All I knew was I was horny all the time now and willing to engage in any adventure of a sexual nature. If Kim and her friend were willing, so was I.
Besides looking forward to jacking off with Riley, a chance to mess around with his little sister brought my tool to attention. She had just had her tenth birthday, and was getting cute. Riley had said she liked me and was curious about boys. She had been messing around with her brother, and might be willing to with me. I wasn’t sure if the intervention of another girl would interfere but I needn’t have been concerned.
I was older and bigger than most of the kids on my team having just made the age cut for this league. I was no star but I managed to hit pretty well against the younger pitchers and got two hits in this, our next-to-the-last game and we won. It was hard to keep my mind on the game. My attention kept drifting to Riley’s sister Kim and her friend, Alicia, who were sitting on the front row behind the back stop.
Kim was cuter than ever. Her dark eyes followed me around and she smiled when they met with mine. She would lean over to her friend and they would trade whispers. Alicia, I learned was a year older than Kim, and would be in the sixth grade. She was bigger than Kim, almost husky, not chubby but more athletic looking, almost Tom-boyish. Her brownish-blonde hair was cut short in sort of a page boy and she studied Riley and me with dark blue eyes. She was the kind of girl that would regularly best the boys in her class at sports. Both were wearing shorts and lose knit tops. I detected bumps under Alicia’s when she moved around.
Our game ended mercifully around seven. We were treated to hot dogs from the snack bar, my parents finished their congratulations and left. My mom made her usual admonishment to “Be nice”, and we piled in Riley’s parent’s car for the ride to his house. It was a little crowded with four in the back seat and Kim announced she would sit on my lap. Her parents voiced no objection and I wondered if they had observed her openly flirting with me all evening. It was a little embarrassing considering she was so much younger than me but they either didn’t notice or thought it was cute.
Kim settled on my lap for the short ride to their house and her firm little butt pressed squarely on the cup that we were required to wear and was still in my jock. She looked at me quizzically for a second then smiled sheepishly and turned away. We crossed a couple of bumps causing Kim to shift and by instinct I grabbed and held on to her leaving my hand over her bare thighs. Before I could pull back she sort of trapped them there and smiled at me. There had been several occasions when I had been at Riley’s house sleeping over that we had seen each other in our underwear or touched and had paid little attention to it. She had even crawled on my lap a couple of times. But something had changed and this touch was different. My mind quickly flashed on the one brief look and Riley’s recent report of touching his sister’s pussy. My hand was so close and my jock and cup were getting extremely tight.
We all piled out of the car and went in the back door to the kitchen immediately raiding the refrigerator for sodas and lemonade. Riley and Kim’s parents had announced they were going to dinner with Alicia’s parents after the game, hence her reason for sleeping over, and added that they were going to play cards after. They planned an eleven o’clock return, made the usual parental cautions and instructions, and left with Riley’s mom adding that we boys should shower to improve the atmosphere.
Before Riley and I could exit the kitchen, the girls had been huddling, whispering and giggling. “So go ahead and ask,” Alicia challenged her young friend.
“What?” Riley questioned.
“What’s that thing that boys wear in their pants,” Kim was eyeing the bulge that my cup made in my snug baseball pants.
Riley smirked at his sister. “Oh, that’s a cup,” he announced. “You have to wear one if you’re a catcher so you won’t get hit in the balls.”
“See, I told you,” Alicia bumped a giggling Kim with her shoulder.
They huddled again. “We want to see it,” Kim announced.
“Riley grinned at me, “Go ahead, and show ‘em.”
Both sets of female eyes darted toward me. I loosened my web belt and plunged my hand into my pants. Popping the two snaps at the top, I wiggled the foam covered plastic from the pouch and tugged it upward and out giving blessed relief to its previous captives. I held it up for inspection. I wondered from the looks if they had expected me to display it while I was still wearing it.
They moved toward the hallway, then stopped and conferred quietly again, then turned back to us. “So what are you guys going to do after you shower?” Kim asked.
“Probably just watch TV,” Riley answered.
“In your underwear like you usually do?” Kim wondered.
“Maybe,” her brother answered slyly. “What are you girls going to do?” Riley asked.
“Maybe the same,” Kim responded. “In your underwear?” he asked.
“Maybe,” his sister replied, then she added as she and Alicia turned toward her room, “We’ve only got three hours,” and grinned as she turned. I could swear she was wiggling her tight little ass at us as she walked away.
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