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I am Dan, and this happened when I was 16 and Chris was 17. We were working at a local grocery store together. I was 5' 9" brown hair, brown eyes, perfectly average in every way. Not fit or fat, just average. He wasn't. He was a little shy, dirty blonde, just an inch or so taller and a little on the thinner side, with a perfect "fit-without-trying" body. We hit it off as he had issues at home and I was a good listener. We quickly became friends and I became his confidant. He needed someone to talk to and I liked listening to him. I would catch myself staring at him and hoped no one else noticed. He did, but he never said anything about it. I was still very inexperienced and unsure about my sexuality. I hadn't done anything with other guys or girls. And he had had several girlfriends, so I didn't expect anything to happen, I just knew I wanted it to. He was in heavy rotation for my nightly jerk-off fantasy material.
One summer weekend, we were both off and he said that his dad was going to be out of town and asked if I wanted to hang out. I agreed instantly. His dad always had a large supply of beer, so I knew it would be a fun weekend. The first night, we drank beer and stayed up almost all night watching a marathon of The Tick. It was awesome. We finally crashed a little before dawn. He took me to his room and said I could have his bed and he would sleep in his dad's. As he started to take off his clothes, he told me he just sleeps in his boxers. I nervously nodded, said that was fine, and told him that I did too. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was facing away from me as he pulled his jeans off. I could see an inch or so of his crack at the top of his perfectly round ass peeking out of his boxers as he bent over and pulled the jeans off each leg. He stood up and turned sideways a bit, and as he started to remove his t-shirt, I stared at the mound in the front of his shorts. The flap was pushed slightly forward and I could just see the side of his dick. I was instantly hard as a rock. I couldn't move. He finished taking off his shirt and turned toward me as he tossed it in the laundry basket by the bed. My mouth was dry and my heart was thudding in my chest so loud, I was sure he could hear it.
"Hey!" he said and laughed. "Earth to Dan! You just gonna sit there or are you gonna get ready for bed? I'm gonna brush my teeth, did you bring a toothbrush? I think we have an extra one if you need it."
I stuttered and shook my head, licking my lips and tried swallowing a few times. I could barely do more than grunt and nod as I fumbled with my shirt, praying for my boner to go away. He laughed again and walked into the attached bathroom, shaking his head. With my jeans still on to hide my bulge, I grabbed my duffel bag and jumped up to follow him in. I dug out my toothbrush and we brushed our teeth side by side. My hardon throbbed and I felt an electric shock go through me each time we bumped our bare arms against each other. I thought I would cum without having to even touch myself. He finished first, and turned to the toilet behind us to pee. I stared at his back in the mirror. I looked at his head with the short but almost shaggy hair, then down his neck and perfect shoulders, then the lines of just barely defined muscles in his back, down to the mounds of his ass, again peeking out from his shorts as he pulled the front open to let out his dick to pee. I could feel the precum wetting my shorts. As he finished and shook the last drops out, I dragged my eyes away and back to my own face in the mirror, chastising myself. He WASN'T into guys. STOP IT. I bent down and spit and rinsed as he came back to the sink. I couldn't help but glance over anyway, seeing the wet spot on the front of his boxers where the last drop or two leaked out. I closed my eyes, rinsed my mouth out some more, and splashed the cold water on my face before standing back upright. He washed his hands as I dried my face. I went back into his room and threw my bag on the floor next to the dresser. He turned out the light in the bathroom and said goodnight as he walked past me out the door. I said goodnight back.
I waited a few seconds then got up and took off my pants. As the jeans slid down, my boner instantly popped up through the front of my boxers. I quickly tossed my jeans towards my duffel and slid under the covers, laying on my side in case he came back for anything. I listened for what seemed an eternity but heard only the pounding of my heart. As the minutes passed, I slid my hand down and took hold of my hardon. It was hot and hard and the tip was so sensitive from rubbing inside my jeans. I rubbed the oozing precum around the head and down the shaft. I started to slowly stroke it as I rolled onto my back. I moved my hand slowly up and down, feeling every bit of my circumcised 6 inches. I tried listening for him as I started moving my hand faster. I paused to quickly pull off a sock and slide it over my cock and then continued, stroking faster. I was so horny, I knew I was only going to last a few seconds more. I closed my eyes, picturing him in the bathroom again, and I felt it building, my balls pulled up into me, my whole world focused down into my cock and then I exploded. My whole body jerked and I moaned out load as I pumped the sock full of wave after wave of cum. I slowed my stroking down as the waves of orgasm receded. I held my slowly softening cock and just lay there. After a few minutes, I took my sock off my other foot, pulled the now full sock off my dick, put it inside the empty one and shoved them in the bottom of my bag. I went to the bathroom to pee and when I was finally able to get it to come out, enjoyed the hot feeling of it. I washed up and went back into the bedroom.
My mouth was still very dry, so I went to the kitchen to get a Coke out of the fridge before going to sleep. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that the sky was actually getting bright enough that I didn't need to turn on a light. I went to the fridge, grabbed a can, and chugged half of it right there. I belched loudly, then took it with me back to my room. I hesitated outside the bedroom door, thinking about Chris. I decided to take a chance. I put the can down on the table inside the door and tiptoed down the hall to his dad's room. The door was open. I listened outside the door and could hear him breathing steadily. I peeked in slowly and could clearly make out his outline in the bed. He was on his back, facing me with the covers pulled up just under his belly button, one arm under his head and the other on his smooth, defined chest. I could feel my cock stirring again. What was it about him that had me so hot? I stood there, staring at him, his small nose, his lips, his neck, his collar bones, his armpits with just a sparse amount of light brown hair, his tan hairless pecs, his flat stomach with just a hint of a six-pack. Then the sheet and my imagination took over. I could see the bulge where his cock was, imagining what it would be like to hold it, picturing my hand sliding down his strong almost hairless legs and back up to cup his balls. My whole body shuddered, and I realized I was at full erection again and leaking more into my boxers. I went back to my room, into the bathroom, and jerked off on the toilet. It took a little longer this time, but I just kept the image of his beautiful sleeping body in my head the whole time. As I neared my climax, I jumped up and turned to the toilet and stroked it, harder, faster, then exploded again, spurting again and again into the bowl this time. I stood there sliding my hand slowly, milking the last drops, then flushed, tucked it back in my shorts, and went back to bed. I was asleep instantly.
I woke up later to bright sunlight shining in the window and a weight flopping down on top of me. It was Chris. "Wake up, dude!! It's almost noon!" I grunted at him, "Dude, you're crushing my ribs." "Sorry!" he cried, laughing as he jumped off the bed. "But you gotta get up, it's beautiful out." "OK, OK, I'm up." I said and sat up, swinging my feet out, and tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I looked up as he left, still just in his boxers, and watched his ass as he walked out. "Get a grip dude." I told myself. I stood up, stopped in the bathroom to take a leak, then followed my nose to the kitchen, too hungry to bother getting dressed if he wasn't. I could smell WAFFLES! "Want a waffle?" he asked? "Duh." "Then come make it! I'm not your mom!" "Whatever! Some host you are." I walked over and stood next to him, and snatched the package of waffles from him. "Leggo my eggos!" We both laughed. The toaster dinged and popped up and he pulled them out. I quickly threw two more in the toaster and started them. "Sleep ok?" he asked. "Yup, you?" "Yep." "Cool. What are we gonna do today, after breakfast of course?" "After lunch at this point man. I dunno, I'm pretty much broke, but we have plenty of food here and plenty of beer! We can hang out here or walk down to the park or something or," he paused, "I dunno." He looked at me as he finished speaking and sat down at the table with his plate. I had a couple of other ideas I would have liked to throw out there, but I quickly pushed them from my mind as I felt the twitching in my shorts again. Those feelings were also offset with the growling in my stomach from the smell of the waffles cooking. "Ok, let's just see what happens." I said as, impatient and hungry, I popped my waffles up early, put them on the plate and sat down across from him. I quickly added butter and syrup and we ate in silence. I wolfed mine down and hopped up to throw two more in the toaster. "Want another?" I asked. "Sure," he said, leaning back in his chair popping the last bite in his mouth. I caught myself staring at him again as he drank down his milk. I was watching his neck and his adam's apple move as he swallowed. I was mentally running my hands up his bicep to his shoulder and down his chest to his belly and his very light but visible happy trail, disappearing into the top of his boxers. I was startled by the toaster and as I came to my senses I could feel myself blushing at the thoughts I was having. I turned away and opened the fridge bending down, not seeing anything as I willed myself back to reality. It took a few moments, but I grabbed a Coke and was fine when I turned back to the counter. Then I noticed he was staring at his plate, apparently lost in his own thoughts. I was relieved, he hadn't noticed anything. I got the waffles, sat down again, and tossed one onto his plate. "Thanks" he muttered. "You OK dude?" "Yeah, just thinking about my mom again." "Sorry man" I said, trying to think of a way to get his mind off of her. "Listen, let it go for today OK? This is supposed to be a fun hangout weekend, no worries. There's nothing you can do about it right now, right? She's several states away, and if you call her, it'll just turn into another argument." "Yeah, I know." He took a deep breath and looked up at me. I could tell he was trying to cheer up, but the smile was forced. "OK, right! Yes! Fuck that downer shit. Let's have fun." The smile quickly became genuine and lit up his face. I couldn't help but smile in return. "All right then!" I cried and we high-fived across the table, laughing like idiots. We tossed the dishes in the sink, and headed to the living room. We plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV, and started flipping through the channels while we threw ideas around about what we were going to do. We talked about going out, but once the weather channel went by, that ended that. It was going to be 95 and humid. "Fuck that!" we said in unison, doubling over in laughter. We flipped through the channels for an hour or so then Chris said "BORING, let's head out. Cool?" "Yeah, let's go." I said, shaking my head with a smile. So, we each threw on shorts and t-shirts and when we opened the door, started sweating immediately. It was hot. We looked at each other and laughed again and made for the park. There weren't very many people there, but there were a couple of other kids with a basketball, so we played a little 2-on-2. We only played for an hour or so and had to take off our shirts within the first 15 minutes as they were soaked through already. We walked around the park after and stopped at the convenience store to get some sodas and suck up the AC for a few minutes. When we went back outside, we decided it was just too damn hot and headed back to Chris' to get cooled off. When we got back we realized that we stank. No showers that morning and a stiflingly hot afternoon of basketball did not help. Chris said he would be in and out and then would throw a frozen pizza in while I was showering. I said OK. True to his word, he was in and out within 15 minutes. He came out wet, with just a towel wrapped around him, low on his hips, and I could feel myself staring at his body; his chest, the v-shape his waist made, and the light happy trail down to the slight bulge pushing out the towel. And then I hurried past him into the bathroom to hide the boner that was quickly forming, again. I pulled off my shorts and boxers, wet with sweat and now precum. I leaned against the closed door, closed my eyes, and started jacking my now throbbing hardon. I could see his smooth, wet body in my head, and imagined putting my hand down inside his towel, fondling his hot teenage dick. It took me less than 2 minutes before I felt the familiar tightening. The orgasm started in my legs and my stomach and met in the middle in an explosion. Cum shot from my cock across the floor. I stroked slower as the waves of ecstasy subsided. I stopped, breathing heavy, then moved to the shower and got it going while I cleaned up the mess on the floor with some toilet paper. I flushed it, waited for the shower to return to normal and hopped in. I washed quickly, although gingerly when I got to my red and still semi hard dick. I felt much better. When I was done, I dried off and wrapped the towel Chris had left for me around my waist and went out to the kitchen. He was standing at the counter with a beer and was now wearing boxers. I was happy to see he wasn't wearing anything else. "Pizza will be done in just a minute, if you wanna throw some shorts on." he said. I agreed, went back to my room, dried off, and threw on a pair of boxers. When I got back out, he was cutting the pizza and had a beer out for me too. We sat in silence for a little, eating and drinking. When we talked, it was simple small talk about the day, and when school was gonna start, etc. We finished up and headed to the living room to play video games. We decided to make the games more interesting and started drinking when we were killed, or got scored on, depending on the game. Within an hour we were not playing very well anymore. We stopped playing and just turned on the TV and found a couple movies to watch and kept drinking. The next thing we knew it was dark out and we were both pretty inebriated and decided to call it a night. We took turns in the bathroom and then both crashed in our respective rooms. Sometime later, I woke up to a warm wetness on my leg and a sound of running water. Chris was standing over me with his eyes closed peeing on me. I was shocked. I jumped up and yelled. His eyes popped open and he jerked in surprise. He was sleep walking, andr sleep peeing, and had thought the bed was the toilet. I got him into the bathroom where he finished in the toilet while I changed my boxers ... again. He apologized and said that he didn't sleep walk that much anymore and was really sorry. He offered me his dad's bed and said he would sleep on the couch. I told him not to worry about it, I would sleep on the couch. He insisted, then came up with a compromise. His dad's bed was huge. We could both sleep on it. I agreed instantly. He asked if I was sure and I reassured him that it was fine. So we headed to his dad's room and climbed into bed. He had kicked the blanket off and was only using the light sheet as cover. We got in side by side and the bed was big enough so that we didn't even touch. He fell asleep instantly. I however, couldn't. I was now wide awake. I was in the same bed with Chris. Under a single thin sheet. Wearing only boxers. And with just enough light coming in to see him clearly. And to see the tent rising in front of me. I turned on my side to face him, hiding it, just in case he woke. I couldn't stop staring at him. My heart was pounding so hard, I felt like it must be loud enough to wake him. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it, but it kept coming back. He turned in his sleep, facing away from me and I stared at his neck and back. The lines of his muscles in his triceps, his shoulder, and down to his shoulder blades. I rolled over to the other side to keep from touching him. I closed my eyes and tried everything to get it out of my mind. Eventually it worked as I awoke again a little while later. I was on my back again and so was he and our arms and legs were touching. We were sweating slightly where they met. I looked over and noticed the sheet was now just below the waistband of his boxers and he had his far leg out from under the sheet and up at an angle. I was instantly hard again. I let my gaze wander from his calf, to his smooth thigh, to the edge of the boxer leg, and then up the sheet up to his flat, toned stomach and chest, the muscles rippling slightly as he breathed. His arms were up with his hands under his head, giving me a perfect view of his armpit. Just a little light brown hair surrounded by smooth, tan skin covering perfectly formed muscles. He moaned slightly and muttered something inaudible and I looked up to see his eyelids twitching. He was dreaming. I couldn't resist the temptation. I reached out and laid my hand on his stomach. I felt the stomach muscles move and he muttered again. I held completely still. I was touching him; this teendream. My hand was touching his warm, bare stomach just inches from what I really wanted. I picked my hand up for a moment and gently took the sheet in two nervous fingers and slowly moved it down to his legs. Now the flap in his boxers was visible. I laid my hand gently down on his boxers just above the mound of his limp teenage meat. I felt it twitch slightly and he moaned again. I slid my hand down onto the bulge, staring at his eyes. He moaned and I felt the bulge start to rise. His eyelids were still moving. It must have started becoming a very good dream. As his dick hardened, I moved my hand slowly, rubbing his dick gently through the thin cloth while moving the flap slightly to allow it rise unhindered. It continued growing, sliding out. And then I could see it clearly. I watched in amazement as it continued to get larger, pulsing in time with his heart beat. Then it fell over on top of my wrist, pointing towards his chest; hot, hard, and soft, all at the same time. I left my hand there for a minute, then slid it out leaving his now full 6 inches pointing to a spot just over his head. I was amazed at it. Bigger than mine, a little over 6 inches, cut, as perfect as the rest of him. It was still jumping ever so slightly. I touched it and it twitched. I looked at his face. He was still asleep. I grasped it gently and started to jack it slowly, sliding my hand over and with the skin a little on each stroke. He moaned some more and I heard him mumble "yeah, oh yeah" as I did so. He moved then, shifting his far leg down and turning his head away. I quickly let go and laid my head down, my heart and cock throbbing in lust and terror. After a moment, I looked back at him. His amazing dick still hard, his breathing still regular. I wanted it so badly. I needed it. I decided to go for it. I slid down slowly and leaned up on one elbow drinking in his beautiful near-nakedness. I grasped the base of his dick and bent over and took it in my mouth. I smelled the light musty aroma of teen boy. I tasted the slight saltiness of his skin. It was warm in my mouth and I licked my tongue around the head. He moaned again and I started to suck. I was lost in lust. I could no longer control myself. I was gentle but firm, careful to keep my teeth away. His hips started moving upward as I moved my head u adn down on his dick. I felt him move and moan and tense momentarily and then I heard him say "Oh my god. oh god. oh my god." I kept going as his hand fell on my head and he began pushing it down in rhythm with his hips thrusting up, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I started to gag and pulled off slightly grabbing the base of his hard dick again and stroking it firmly as I sucked him stopping each downward motion at my hand. A moment later, I felt his leg harden against me and saw his stomach muscles jumping. His breathing was harder and he was moaning louder and repeating "oh god. oh god. oh god. fuuuck." Then his hand tightened in my hair, pushing my head down, his hips thrusting up to meet it, and thick gobs of teen cum exploded in my mouth. I swallowed as much as possible, trying not to gag, still pumping my head and hand in unison with his hips as he cried out with an "Oooooh, aaaah, oooooooooh my goooooood. ohmyfuckinggod. huuuuuhh." And then I shuddered and came. I felt wave after wave of my hot jizz spraying into my boxers. I hadn't even touched myself but I was coming harder than I ever had before. I almost couldn't breathe. I slowed and stopped, trying to swallow with his twitching dick still in my mouth. I slowly came up off of his still hard cock with a bit of a slurp and then I sat up, turning away from him and put my feet on the floor, wiping the remnants of his cum and my saliva off of my mouth and face. He sadi nothing for a minute, just breathing heavy. Then, "Wow." he said behind me. "Uuuh ... that was ... have you done that before?" I shook my head. I was terrified. I couldn't speak. What had I done? What was going to happen now? "Sorry." I said as I got up and quickly went to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I locked it and went to the sink. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. I took off my boxers and grabbed a washcloth and cleaned myself off. I waited a good 10 minutes, listening for Chris. When I didn't hear anything, I opened the door to get yet another change of underwear. I froze, naked, scared, holding my boxers in front of me. He was sitting on the bed, next to the spot where he had peed on me just an hour or two earlier. But what seemed like a lifetime ago. END PART 1. Feel free to contact me with comments, questions, and/or constructive criticism @ stu.rabbit.123@gmail.com