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This Chapter contains more sexual activities from two underage boys, if its illegle where you are, don't read this (Wtf are you doing on this section of Nifty anyways?!). This is mostly a work of fiction, if this resembles anything true to you, well hell, you might know me, as there is some truth to this story based on activities in my own, old life (6 years ago is old, right?). Anyways, enjoy, and of course! Tell me what you think. E-mail above. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4: The Next Step
I woke up the next morning (11am), no hangover (the wonders of youth) to my mom ribbing me. I was shocked to hear her voice... she never wakes me up! The shock went a way with a brief memory of yesterday's waking procedure which turned to terror, and then to relief when I was oriented enough to realize I was lying on my stomach. Phew.
"Hey! Greg! Wake up! The phones for you." She bellowed, trying to get me to rub the sand out of my eyes.
"Who?" I growled out.
"I think its Jason." Now, my mom and Jason seemed to get along. He was never around my house pre-jail, so she thinks he's my shinning ray of light to drag me away from a life of crime. Wow, was she wrong.
That was all I needed! An arm sprung to life, and snatched the phone from her hands
"Yo" I said in an almost awake voice.
"Dude! My dads fucking pissed off at you!"
"Found out I wasn't really his, eh?" I said, grinning on the inside. I was still to tired to animate my face.
I could hear brief laughter on the other side. "He doesn't want you fucking near the house anymore."
"Really?!" I said in feigned surprise. "And I was expecting to get adopted!" I realized my mom hadn't made any motion towards the door. "Get out."
"What!? But I'm on the..." Jason said in confusion
"Not you, my nosy mom. OUT!" That last out brought me fully awake, as I watched her saunter out of my room.
"You don't have to yell into the fucking phone man! I can hear you fine."
"Ya, some old crones can't hear as well as you can." I rolled over and sat up a bit. "wararggg" I grumbled out, stretching my upper body.
"No beating off while I'm on the phone! I wanna be there if that happens."
"Queer." Fuck... that word again! What ever. He's talking like one. "What are we gunna do today anyways"
"There is a party at the beach tonight... like every Friday night."
"Oh... fuck ya. Its Friday! Aight man! Lemme hop in dat fucking shower, and I'll come pick you up, k?"
"Ya... but, uhh, Greg?.. Uhh... don't beat off till we meet up?"
That's quite the request... wow. Not what I expected, and kinda hard -not- to beat off with a cock throbbing, staring you in the face every morning. Maybe just for him. I answered tentatively "O...k"
I scurried to the shower, hiding my wood from the world. Got into the bathroom and shed the boxers I was wearing. I looked at the mirror at my upper body, I almost liked what I saw. Almost pecks, a lot less man-boob. No bro for me! I had a bit of a gut, but my top two ab muscles had almost perfect definition. I hopped on my tippy toes and caught my favorite angle. "I'm huge" I thought to myself. Ahh, so ignorant at 13. I was so tempted to beat off, but I didn't. I flung myself into the nice and hot shower, and scrubbed myself. Ever since I got pubes, I'd been shampooing down there. Seemed right, no? Hair on head gets shampoo, why not the thatch above my cock? I went a bit further and got the 'poo all the way up my crack. I loved massaging my hole when I was showering. I'd never insert, to afraid of the 'poo messing with my insides, although, now that I think about it, maybe my shit wouldn't stink! I didn't brush my teeth or wash behind my ears... remember? I was rebelling! I'm a natural born Martin Luther.
My dick was down, thankfully. I flung a towel around me and walked into my room to get dressed. It was a quick process as I wanted to see what Jason had planned. I sprinted out my door without a word to the rest of the occupants, and ran down the street to where I left the ride. FUCK! Cops. Its cool. Its all cool. Breathe. Just breathe. I turned around while they weren't looking and walked slowly up the street. They knew the car was stolen, thats why they where parked behind it. Did they see me? No... I don't think so...
"Hey there!" Fuck. I nearly had a heart attack. I looked to the street where there was an undercover parked right beside me. Some cop-dar I have!
"Hey."
"Don't I know you?"
"Yes, Constable Cramer. You where the liaison officer at my school." Shit, he knows me. He must know my record.
"Why'd you turn around so fast when you saw that other police cruiser?"
"What cruiser?" Thats right. Play dumb. "I just remembered I forgot my.. wallet in my house. Anything else?" Ok. Say no, say no!
"No, thats fine. Be on your way... What's your name?"
Bah! No need to ask that! We had a good time, didn't we? Now you want a name? Fine. But no date. "Greg.... Bye!" I took off down the street and ran into my house with a pulse rate that should induce death. I looked around as my family stared at me. I said nothing and ran out the back door. I ran down a few blocks, to try to get away from the police. It worked. I looked for a car. Fuck!! I did actually forget something! My screw drivers where in my desk drawer! I turned around and ran back the other way. I can't go home again... but Jason has a set of tools! Off running I went.
I showed up some 30 minutes later, outta breath. I knew his parents weren't home so I just walked in without knocking. Jason was lying on his couch, watching TV. He nodded at me and I went over and sat next to him.
"Sup playa?" I said. Out of breath. I almost didn't want to greet and jumped right to questions about what he had planned. This thought started to get my cock to twitch.
"Fuck man! I told you not to jerk it before you got here!"
"I didn't.." I told him all about my encounter with the police and after a few 'what the fucks' and 'holy shits' the story was done. "Soo... why didn't you want me to jerk off?" I kinda knew we where gunna get off... but I wonder if he had something special in mind. I was hard now.
"Heh, excited I see!"
"Fucking eh, I'm excited! I didn't get to chop down my morning red wood!"
"Well... uhh, here it goes!" He reached over and grabbed my dick. I barely had to wriggle to get my pants down low enough for my boxers to tent out.
He started stroking me through my boxers. I was in heaven, it couldn't get any bett... oh wait, his hands in my boxers now, -now- it can't get any better! He twirled his finger around in my hair a bit. I paused him and dropped my pants and underwear. He started playing with my acorn sized balls in the sack, fondling them like Chinese health balls. I reached over and began to manipulate his tool through his boxers. With his free hand he managed to get his underwear down enough for me to begin to stroke him. My breath got heavier, and faster, which I didn't know it could at that moment. The precum oozed from both our slits, allowing our hands to glide up and down one another's phallus. The moment lasted forever, yet only minutes. We both began to pump cum out, letting it slide down our hands as we slowed our stroking. As on queue we both stopped and leaned back. I whipped his cum on my boxers and pulled up my pants, he did the same.
I looked over at him. "That was awesome man!" My breath is no where -near- catching up to me.
"Ya... that wasn't... ya know.."
"Fucking flaming?... Ya, I think it kinda was"
"So does that mean..."
"That we're fucking flaming? Nah. Just you. Your the one who did it." I laughed, clearly not seeing the gravity of the situation, or rather, maybe I did and it wasn't that deep to me, who knows. I didn't wait for his response. "I got some weed man." I tossed him the bag "Roll it up!"
He looked down at the bag for a moment, then just grabbed it and began to bust up the nugs. "Aight. We can hot box the bathroom again."
I nodded in excitement, and relaxed a bit trying to catch my breath.
Moments later we had the bathroom in a Hawaiian Hotbox, how sweet it was. Nothing was said. The sounds from the shower kept away that awkward silence. We kept looking at one another when the joint was passed, but nothing was said other than the random curse word when we'd fail on the hand off. We finished up a couple joints in the hot box, and we floated out of the room after turning the shower off and flicking on the fan.
"Wait man!" Jason finally broke the silence. "Why the hell did you run all the way to my house? You coulda just grabbed a fuckin' ride and rolled over!"
"Ya... about that. I forgot all my tools at home, we need to grab your dads."
"Ha! Aight, why not. He's been fucking bothering me about where all his fucking screwdrivers are going. So fuck him!" He disappeared down the hall. I knew he was going for his tool shed. He appeared in his door way moments later. "Dude! Look what I found!" He whips out a pair of bolt cutters.
"Fuckin' sweet man! We can break into tons of shit with this!" I was giddy with excitement.
He nodded in agreement, and not another word was said before we flew out the door to find a ride. It took a bit of time for this one too, but what a sweet ride. The sound system on this baby was crazy! We where definitely cashing in on this ride. We ran this thing right to the chop shop and got $1200 for it. Its the most we'd ever received for one car. We where singing. Now what the hell do two 13 year olds do with $1200 dollars you ask? Well, we bought a pound of weed. After acquiring another car we headed down to the docks where I knew a few people. We scooped up a pound and went to a park. We busted open the huge zip lock bag and began to roll a blunt out of a pompom. We manged to get a boot and get some liquor, and thats when things got a little messy.
We got to a park around 11pm after just making the Liquor Store closing time. We sat down at a picnic table across from one another. "Hey... remember earlier?" Jason said, kinda slurring some words.
"How could I forget! That was fucking awesome!" I said. Memories began to flood back to me, and it twitched again!
"You..... you liked it?"
"Ya, why wouldn't I?"
"Cause its... uhh, ya know. Gay!"
Whoa. Fuck... that word has never come up before. It seems to hold way more weight to it than any of the other terms. Fuck. Gay. "Uhh. What ever man. I'm sure we're not the first ones to do it."
"So it's ok?"
"Why the fuck are you asking me?! I don't fucking know..." Another shocker. I didn't know something. What is this world coming to?!!
"Oh..."
We sat there for a little while. This time there was no shower to ease the awkward silence, just the occasional sucking sound of us taking a hit from the blunt. We roached it a little early and look at each other. Jason didn't say anything. He just disappeared under the table. I figured he was puking, or something. Oh... he wasn't puking. I felt a tug at my zipper, and my pants unbuttoned. I felt his hot breath wrapping itself around my now inflating cock. My eyes closed as I felt my half erect cock slide into his mouth. His tongue flicked, and licked its way around my head, as he nearly swallowed my whole member. I could feel his hand massaging my ball sack. This was wild. He was way better than any chick! Another one of those infinitely long seconds passed, and I was pumping cum like a hydrant, and how sweet it was. The suction around my cock was never loosened as he swallowed everything I could give him. He kept sucking long after my reserves where empty, and I couldn't tell him to stop. I was pleasure personified at that moment in time. There was nothing that could have ever asked me to stop... until I saw the squad car.
"Fuu...chhhss!" Kind of fuck and cops meshed into one. "Cops!" I blurted out, pulling myself back to reality. What an odd situation. Jason dragging me from reality and me pulling me back... how roles reverse. All I heard was a loud thud.
"FUCK! My head!" I couldn't help but laugh.
I struggled to get my pants on as I watched the patrol man get out, wielding his flashlight as he mauled over the car we left, illegally parked (we where 13, what the fuck is this 'street sign' thing anyways?) We took off for the other end of the park and trotted away.
It was almost midnight and time for me to get home. The closest car we could fine was half a block from where the cop was casing our other stolen car. Risky! We hopped in and took off without a hitch. I dropped Jason off, but this time when I got close to my house, I ditched the car a little farther away. I hopped into my house just in time to hear my phone ring. I sprinted to it and answered. The same old bullshit. I was pretty drunk again, which is probably why the car I just ditched is half on a curb, so I didn't use my computer. I also had no need to stroke off, as my boxers where still damp with the saliva it sopped up from my now flaccid dick. I pulled out the prematurely roached blunt, and lit it up, careful to only blow the smoke out my window. Soon after, I tossed the roach into my neighbours yard and passed out.