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From: lopeyc@aol.com (LopeyC)

Subject: Re: m/m teen mast stories

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In article <34qk30$2m8@search01.news.aol.com>, kevin46911@aol.com (KEVIN46911) writes: >Can you send me some stories on m/m teen 1st time mast. >Thanx, >Kevin Here you go (m/m teen mast. is at end):

I was 13 and it was the summer of 1981. We used to go over to Darrin's house, three or four of us, and play games -- Statis-Pro basketball, Dungeons and Dragons, Monopoly. When we'd been nerdy enough, we'd go out and play baseball, you know, hit grounders until you were sweaty, then go to the store for some Rondo and buy some baseball cards.

One of the distractions that summer was, as always, Darrin's mom, Serina. She was a divorcee who ran her own business out of the house, so she was around a lot. She gave off a quiet but steady sexual energy which was never made explicit -- she never said anything overtly flirtatious or touched us inappropriately. Still, being 13 and perpetually hard, I read come-on's into everything she said and did. When she said, "Want some cookies, Terrence?" I heard "You have a cute butt, Terrence." But I tried not do anything stupid.

Darrin was my best friend at the time, a sweet shy kid who seemed proud but embarrassed by his sexy mom. Serina was sort of a new agey product of the seventies. Her walls were decorated with masks and she was always "working on her self." A tall brunette, she had freckles on her chest, just above her surprisingly large (for her body type) breasts. They were pendulous, and I often caught glimpses of her cleavage because she wore bathrobes a lot and I frequently slept over at Darrin's house. One time I even got to see her naked.

Ron and I were over at Darrin's playing some game in his room when Serina ducked her head in the door. She had a robe on and a towel over her shoulder. "Can you boys move into the living room? I want to sunbathe in the back yard." Darrin's window overlooked their small backyard. As we gathered up our stuff I asked Darrin why we had to move. "Because she sunbathes in the nude," he said, blushing visibly. Quick thinking, I "dropped" a couple pieces I needed to play, and moved into the living room.

Once settled -- giving time for Serina to do the same -- I suddenly "noticed" I was missing something. "I've gotta get my pencil, hold on." Then, before Darrin could protest, I would dart down the hall into his room to get it. Rushing to the window, I was thrilled to see Serina sprawled on her back, buck naked, with a cloth over her eyes protecting her from the sun -- and from seeing her peeping tom. She was all-over tan and her breasts looked great, but what most amazed me was that I could see her vagina -- it glistened! Of course, I had to leave all too soon, my cock pounding against my jeans zipper, maddingly teased.

When I repeated this maneuver a couple more times and then Ron picked up on it and did the same, Darrin started to catch on. He blushed again, "Let's just PLAY, you guys." We did, Ron and I both wishing we were down the hall. Then, miraculously, the phone rang -- it was Darrin's grandmother down the block, asking if he would run to the store for her. He reluctantly left, giving us a last suspicious look.

Ron and I continued to play, desultorily, since we weren't prepared to admit what we'd been doing. Then I "remembered" yet another item I'd left in Darrin's room. Back at the window, Serina looked better than ever. She flipped onto her smooth, taut belly and I was now looking at pert, defined ass and an inviting, moist vagina. Involuntarily, I started to rub my cock through my jeans, until it's head peeked out the top, nearly reaching my belly button.

"What are you doing?" It was Ron, playing dumb. I stopped rubbing, frozen with embarrassment. Ron came over to the window and looked. "I don't blame you," he said, as he started rubbing himself. Serina, oblivous(?) to the energies she'd set in motion, lifted her knee up parrallel to her hip, giving us an even better view of her damp cave.

Ron and I were not squeezing our cocks, squirming frustratedly and breathing heavy. We didn't say anything. Then Ron murmured: "Just going to take it out for a second..." He unbuttoned his top, unzipped, and pulled out a thick, weighty, uncircumcised penis that was twitching lazily. I stared unabashedly and proceeded to pull out my own hard tool.

We started to stroke in earnest, getting in the same rythem. We stared at Serina, throwing the occassional surreptitious glance at our jerk-off buddy's prick. Serina, in her fantasyland apparently, then did the unbelievable: She reached back, under her thigh, and stuck her finger into a open cunt which had clearly been excited by the warmth of the sun and her own thoughts.

Ron couldn't take it. With a soft moan, a thick stream of cum shot out of his cock, hitting the window and slowly sliding down. I watched in awe as a second and third shot gushed out over his vise-gripped hand, like a little kid's ice cream cone on a hot day. I started to come to, and Ron turned to watch unabashedly. Then we heard the key in the door -- Darrin was back and probably wouldn't be very happy to find us clutching our cum-dripping dipsticks as we stared at his mom's plump and naked ass. Luckily, there was a box of tissue in Darrin's room, and we frantically wiped up the smeared cum on the window, Darrin's desk, the floor and off our cocks. Still oozing cum, we had to jam our still hard pricks into our Toughskins and dart out to the living room, while Darrin unpacked the groceries he had picked up. Flushed, Ron and I returned to our game and never mentioned that escapade again.

My next erotic encounter with Serina took place some weeks later during one of my many "sleep-overs" at Darrin's house. I slept on the floor next to Darrin's bed and had been keeping him up by engaging him in yet another conversation about sex. Not that he wasn't interested, but I think he thought I was rather obsessed. The talk turned to penis size and I mentioned that I had read in The Book of Lists about a Mongol king who had an 18-inch shlong. Trying to imagine what that would look like, I moved the blanket off me, exposing my extremely excited cock in the light of the doorway we left open to read comic books by. "If this is 8 inches, then his thing must have been this long! Can you imagine!"

Now, I should say here that while people routinely lie about their penis size, this story is true and mine is really pretty big. Not huge, mammoth or gargantuan, but big -- 7 to 8 inches. And since your penis is one of the first things to grow, at 13 mine looked absurdly large for my skinny 5'6", 120 lb. body. Probably that's one reason I was so quick to whip it out for Darrin's viewing pleasure -- I was showing off. In fact, on previous nights at Darrin's I had frequently purposefully thrown off the blanket and, pretending to be asleep, lain in such a way that Serina might see me lying there, cock engorged, on one of her nightly trips to the bathroom or kitchen.

Darrin yelped at the sight of my swollen, throbbing member. Feeling devilish, I made it jump a couple of times. "Come on! What are you doing?!" But he did seem curious to look at it. After a few seconds of staring though, as I babbled on about this royal Mongol prick as if showing your erect penis to a friend was as normal as playing a video game, he embarrassedly flopped over. "We gotta go to sleep."

Well, I was wide awake and horny as a... as a...13-year-old! I waited until Darrin seemed to be asleep (Serina had turned in earlier), pulled on my jeans, and snuck out to the living room of their modest two-bedroom house. I knew that Serina had Viva magazines strewn about and now that I could I wanted to check them out. Viva, for those who don't remember, was a sexy magazine for women. It had erotic stories, sexy "couple" pictorials and the like. It wasn't Penthouse, but I was at a stage where a breast in a classic painting was jerk-off material, so Viva was high-grade stuff.

They had this nice plush rug in there and I layed on it excitedly with a handful of Vivas. I didn't intend to masturbate -- it seemed too dangerous -- but one thing led to another, as these things are wont, and before I knew it, my jeans were down to my thighs and I was stroking away slowly over some very hot letters to the editor.

I must have been pretty ingrossed, because when I finally heard the wooden floor creak and looked up, Serina was standing in the doorway and it looked like she'd been there for some time. My hand froze, half-way up my cock. Serina was wearing a black terrycloth robe, loosely tied, and I could see the fulsome curve of her left breast almost to the nipple. She leaned against the doorway, her feet crossed, her long brown hair tousled from sleep. Her hand, outside her robe, cupped her crotch, applying a steady pressure.

"Don't stop," she said, her voice hoarse with excitement. I was terrified, but there was something in her voice which was mesmerizing, which kept me from fleeing in embarrassment. When her hand went to her belt, letting her robe fall open, I must have decided to stay. Trying not to lose control, I started to carress my manhod anew.

Serina moved one hand to her very large aureola -- it was the size of a silver dollar pancake -- and pinched her nipple between two fingers. Her other hand went to her surprisingly blond crotch, as she began tracing the curvy, glistening petals of her crack. She never took her eyes off me.

As I stroked faster -- not too fast, damnit! -- she dipped first one, then two fingers into her honeypot, arching up onto her tiptoes and moaning deeply. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. As she picked up the pace, thrusting her fingers in and bringing her other hand down to massage her clitorus, I realized I couldn't stop the train and might as well enjoy it. I yanked up and down furiously, on my back, my butt arching up off the fake-fur rug, every muscle -- legs, stomach, even feet -- straining and taut with expectation. She moaned louder, trying to supress it, since Darrin was just 10 feet down the hall, and that pushed me over the edge.

My first shot -- and this if for real -- shot up and over my flat boyish belly and landed smack dab in that little depression where your throat meets the top of your rib cage. A little pool of cum settled there, as I gave in to the orgasm sweeping over me in waves.

Serina suddenly fell to her knees at my side as I hit my last few mad strokes. Cupping her hands in front of my straining, purple cockhead, she caught one, two, three, pulsating gouts of cockcream in her long fingers. With strings of the gooey stuff hanging off, she brought this handful up to her perfect breast and smeared it over her nipple, rubbing it in. Apparenently it's silky smoothness felt good on her tit, because she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and moaned softly.

I closed my eyes too, leaning back into the plushness of that rug. A little bit later, I heard her gather herself up quietly and take her leave, but was too embarrassed to look at her. It was probably easier for her this way, anyway. When I finally came to, I cleaned myself up as best I could and made my way back to my bedding on Darrin's floor.

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