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Subject: Playing With Mike (15yo boy/12yo boy)
Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 13:59:32 -0500
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Playing with Mike
When I was about 10 or 11, a boy named Mike came to live near me. His dad
was in construction, and they built a house on the undeveloped side of my
street, directly across from us. Mike was 2 or 3 years younger than me, but
that was a lot closer in age than any of the other kids in the neighborhood.
Besides, he was big enough for his age that we looked almost the same size.
We quickly became close friends.
Mike and I found that when we played together, we liked privacy. A lot of
our time, for instance, was spent building "forts" and "defending" them from
the other kids. What we really enjoyed was curling up inside of them,
talking for hours. Sometimes this would be nothing more than some bushes in
the field next to his house. In the winter, we'd hollow out a mound of
snow, creating a sort of igloo, where we'd pass the afternoon. Other times,
we'd construct elaborate hideaways out of blankets and chairs, usually
downstairs at his place. But wherever it was, we'd find a way to get off by
ourselves and just while away the time.
One day, we were climbing a big tree which had thick limbs branching out
nearly sideways. Mike called over to me, "Hey -- when I lay like this, it
feels funny!" I looked over and saw that he had wrapped his legs and arms
around the thick branch, as if he were riding a horse but hanging on for
dear life. His crotch was pressed against the bark, and this was where he
meant that it "felt funny", he explained. "Try it!" I did, and he was
right... it felt kind of tingly. Basically, we both had hard-ons and were
getting turned on by the rubbing, but neither of us really understood that
at the time. We just knew that it felt kind of nice, and we hung in the
tree that way for quite awhile.
The next time we built a chair-and-blanket fort, we noticed that when we
crawled around through the little compartments, it felt like that day in the
tree. More interested now, we tried lightly rubbing each other there, and
found that we liked it. At this point, we called it "tickling" each other,
although neither of us was laughing. We began to spend more and more of our
time together lying side-by-side, doing this "tickling", even as we carried
on our conversations. At one point, one of us suggested unzipping our
pants, thinking it might feel even better. Of course it did, and that
became the new standard. By this time, it was obvious what the source of
our pleasure was -- although we still didn't really know why -- and we
treated our crotches with a kind of reverence, like one of Life's Big
Mysteries. Over the next several months, we spent untold hours like this,
side-by-side in our undone pants, lightly stroking each other. We both
found it very relaxing.
One day, while pleasuring Mike (we had settled into taking turns), I decided
I wanted more, and I slipped my hand into his underwear through the
leg-hole. Mike's breathing caught for a moment, then relaxed with a sigh as
my hand settled on his dick. I explored up and down his smooth shaft,
around his hairless, crinkly sack, and down to the moist cleavage below,
enjoying everything. When my turn came, Mike followed suit, and from then
on, our private times were spent with our underwear off. We began to call
it "fooling around", and we looked for any time, any place we could steal
away to do it, over the next few years. We didn't know we were becoming
lovers, but that's what it was. Sometimes, we added variety with little
games, like "the animal bites your tail", giving us an excuse to put each
other's dicks in our mouth, lightly pulling and so forth. (Neither of us
thought of actually sucking, yet.) However it went, we both looked forward
to our special times, and they were the best part of both of our days.
Unfortunately, when I was 14, my family moved across town, and I didn't see
Mike for several months.
On my 15th birthday, my well-meaning older sister secretly gave me a copy of
"Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask", and
I devoured it from cover to cover. I knew now that Mike and I had found
each other sexually stimulating, causing our erections, and I knew what an
orgasm was and how it was achieved. I wondered how far Mike and I could
have gone, had we known these things. I began to experiment with
masturbation, usually fantasizing about some girl I had a crush on, but
occasionally about Mike and me together. Then one day, late that summer (on
a day when I had the house to myself), Mike unexpectedly showed up on his
bicycle. He would have been about 12 or 13 by this time. He said he'd
missed me, and he wanted to know if I could play. I gave him the 10-cent
tour of the house, ending in my bedroom. Then I asked, "Want to fool
around?" "Sure", he said, unzipping his jeans.
Having the place to ourselves, we decided to get completely naked, and then
we lay down together on my bed, immediately beginning to fondle. (Mike
paused only to notice that I was starting to grow pubic hair, which he
wasn't yet.) We had been apart long enough that we didn't wait to take
turns, both of us enjoying each other at the same time. Our touching seemed
a little more intense, too, rubbing a little harder and probing further (for
instance, I slid a finger around to Mike's warm little hole and massaged
there, and he followed suit). After a while of this, I decided it was time
to see how far my new knowledge would take us. I led Mike from the bed into
my closet, closing the door behind us. Pulling us close in the tight, dark
space, I first put our dicks together and pressed them between us. Mike
seemed to approve, so I next slipped mine between his legs, and his between
mine, and pulled us tightly together, gripping him by the ass. We ground
our hips together like that for a few minutes, both of us breathing a little
faster. I brought my hands slowly up Mike's cheeks, then up his back,
holding us close. When he took my lead, I turned my head a bit and kissed
him lightly on the lips. He wasn't sure what to do about that, yet, but
when I leaned in again, he didn't pull away. As I pressed our mouths
together once more, he put himself into it too, and I could feel his lips
beginning to heat up. We continued to hug each other close, and our hips
were pushing together so hard, I thought we might crack some bones. I
almost came right there, in Mike's warm young crotch, and it occured to me
then that Mike had probably not yet experienced his first orgasm. Well, I
thought I'd see if I could show him one...
Finally, I pulled our lips apart, and I gently disengaged myself from where
we were intertwined. Slowly, brushing my lips lightly against his damp,
hairless chest, pausing briefly to lick the sweat from one of his young
nipples, I worked my way down to his throbbing dick. A little at a time, I
slowly took it into my mouth, until I had almost all of it, and then I began
to suck. Mike had been holding his breath from the moment I began to enfold
his dick, and now he let it out with a gasp and started breathing pretty
raggedly. For lack of anything else to take ahold of, he grabbed my head
and pulled me to him, shoving himself deeper into my mouth. His dick wasn't
big enough to choke me, but it was a mouthful. I enjoyed every inch of his
salty smoothness, and he responded to every move I made with my lips and
tongue. My hands had been behind his ass, and when I reached one of them
around to stroke his balls, he couldn't take anymore... he slammed into me
hard, as he began his very first orgasm. His knees buckled against me as he
squirted wave after wave into my throat, and I had to swallow a few times
just to keep up with him. The taste was bitter, but it was exciting to have
Mike experiencing the ultimate pleasure in my hands and mouth. Finally, his
peak subsided, and he just held onto me, not willing to pull out of my mouth
yet. We stayed like that for several minutes, while our breathing slowed
down.
When I finally went to pull away, Mike pulled me back. "I don't want this
to be over", he said shakily. Gently, I disengaged and said, "Let's go back
over to the bed. You can give me a turn." He was still kind of in a daze,
so I guided him over, getting him to lay on his side, and I lay down next to
him, facing the opposite way. His dick was beginning to soften, but I took
it back in my mouth and quickly worked it back to full attention. In a few
moments, Mike took the cue and reached over for me, duplicating what I had
done for him... slowly, until I was about two-thirds of the way into his
mouth. (I was a little bigger than him, by virtue of my age.) My own
breath caught as he went to work on me, and then we were both breathing
heavily. Mike had learned fast, and since we both were already used to
pleasuring each other, we easily found a rhythm in this "69" position. It
felt incredible in his hot, eager mouth! We had been lovers for so long
without realizing it, everything felt very natural and right. We had our
arms around each other's back, and as we sucked, we each probed the other's
ass to add to the experience. Suddenly, I exploded in Mike's mouth, and he
gagged a little but didn't stop... in fact, it seemed to excite him even
more, because immediately after I started, he came again. We both hung on
for dear life and rode it out, until we finally separated and lay there
panting.
We had the rest of the afternoon, and we put it to use, exploring each and
every way we could enjoy each other. I found a jar of Vaseline in the
bathroom, which made intercrural sex (with our dicks between each other's
legs) a new, more pleasurable experience... eventually, we used it to go all
the way, although both of us had to go slow with that. Mike felt so
incredibly hot and tight! We wore each other out, after several hours of
the best sex I've ever had, with anyone. That afternoon was a true
milestone in Mike's and my relationship... we both knew what we really
wanted, now, and we continued to see each other for several years, as
friends and lovers, until I went off to college. Oddly enough, we both
liked girls, too, and eventually we each married and had children. But I
still think of him from time to time, and I wonder what life would be like,
if we still lived near enough each other that we could get together and
"fool around"...
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