Thursday night every other week was Bridge Night at the Kirklands'. Nowadays, not many play Bridge, but it was an obsession in the 1960s. Part of why it is dead now is that each game required four and only four players. Joseph and Monica were the only players my parents could find for their card game obsession. Even though I was and did not need a babysitter. I was happy to go along so I could play with Gary, the same age as me and almost as good looking, if you like blonds. Six inches of snow remained on the ground, so Gary and I had to stay inside, which we hated, because Herald, his 15 year old fat, ugly, mean brother with heavy BO was always around. That Thursday, we could smell him way down the hall. Cooped up inside, we began looking at Gary"s porno stash. I would never admit it, but I just looked at the guys. How could they stand to lick cunts? Yuk, big time. Even though I could often see nothing because the stud's cock was buried deed in the bitch's mouth or cunt (ass fucking was never in porn in those days), I still managed to get a hard on. So did Gary. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Gary offered. "You swear to god promise?" "Cross my heart." he returned, showing me his hands so I knew his fingers weren't crossed. I may have been too eager because my pants were off in a flash, surprising both me and Gary, but Gary was naked just as fast and I still had my shirts on. We just looked at each other at first, then Gary asked if he could touch it. "Only if I can suck yours." "OK. I want to know what it feels like to get sucked by someone who is not my stinky brother." "Well then. I'm going to suck yours, too." We sucked for as long as we could, trying every position we could create. We learned not to suck too hard, to be careful with what would soon be our balls, and how great it felt to not have our balls drop yet. "Gary. John. Time to go home." "Fuck. This was too much fun. Maybe we could do even more next time. Like buttfucking or jerking each other off." "Gary, you are a genius," I said excitedly. maybe Gary likes boys as much as I do. I sure hope Harold isn't around. Gary and I still saw each other in class, but we didn't get together for two weeks. I admit, I was horny and experiencing some other intense feelings. At last, it was Bridge Night again. Gary and I scampered into his room faster than usual, and, I didn't smell Harold. Gary and I were hard even before our clothes were off and, true to our words, we began to go everything we could. "Gary, would you like to try kissing? I have never kissed anyone except my aunt, mother, and creepy sister." Gary hesitated for a few seconds before pushing me back on his bed and crushing me with kisses. I went t heaven from the second his lips met mine, but I was the one who tried deep kissing. It was hard to do with his braces on, but it didn't take too long before we got the hang of it. Next, we tried buttfucking, but our weenies were too short to appreciate any of that, so we went back to sucking. We hadn't been at it long before Harold burst into the room, catching. Gary with his mouth full. Harold ripped Gary off my cock and said, "You know I am the only one you can suck, you little turd. Drop him now and do me, like you are supposed to, cocksucker." Gary was quick to switch cocks. I just got angry, but knew there was nothing I could do, except suck Gary's cock, so I did. Gary sucked Harold, who had finally taken a shower, until Harold came in Gary's mouth. Gary tried to resist, but Harold forced him deeply onto his cock until All of the jizz had been swallowed. "Remember, cunt, you swallow my jizz and no one else's, especially this little turd breath (he should talk. At least I used my toothbrush before going any where. I bet Harold didn't even have one). Of course, the next Bridge Night wasn't for another 2 weeks and it was at our house for a change. That meant that for sure Harold would not be coming along. We watched a little TV so our parents wouldn't suspect anything, as if parents even dreamed two little boys would know anything about sex. Still, our guilty consciences made us extra careful. In what seemed like eternity, we went to my room downstairs and got naked. This time, Gary decided to play coy. He pushed me away. "You aren't sucking my cock, turdbreath. Only my sweet little brother gets to do that. And you damn sure ain't swallowing my cum, buttfucker. " "Please, Mr. Harold. Please let me such Gry's cock and swallow it," I fake begged, trying hard not to giggle.: "Well, only if you don't swallow. My cum is what i use to brush my teeth. Soon, after the playing around ended. We tore into each other. I tacked him and had his tongue down my throat in a blink of my eye. We french kissed endlessly, all the while stroking each other's cock. We also learned that if we couldn't fuck each other's ass, we could at least shove our finger into each other. "I think that may be fun and I know we will do it someday, but it it hard to move my finger around with you pulling away from me." Uncaring that I was naked, I ran into the downstairs bathroom and used as much on my finger as I could. "Good idea, " Gary said, "but is isn't helping much. Next time, we have to use something better." Next time, back at Gary's house, we used butter on our butts. The grease stained the sheets, but at least our asses didn't hurt.
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