This is a story about teenage boys having sex with one another. If that is not your cup of tea or if you are under 18, please don't read the story. It's just a fantasy. Fantasies can be better than real life, but let real life happen to you -- it can be just as fine.
When Eddie Jefferson woke up the morning after the evening when he had come out to his gymnastics teammates and friends, Ben Anderson and Sam Almonato, and sucked their dicks, he stretched in bed and for a moment just couldn't believe that that had happened to him. And what had Ben said as they were leaving the locker room? "Dude, that was awesome. Long as Betsy's not giving it up, you think you might ..." And Sam had added: "Yeah, dude. Me, too. I don't even have a girlfriend!" Eddie knew that he wasn't going to make the first call to either one of his buddies. There was no way of knowing what Ben and Sam thought about what they'd done once they were out of the locker room and back home. Eddie felt butterflies in his stomach. What if they hated him now? What would he do then? It was Saturday morning, and Eddie didn't have to be much of anywhere. He looked at the alarm clock next to his bed -- it was 9:45. Cool. He would go to school in the afternoon to get some time in on the weights and do a couple of exercises in the gym. The state finals in gymnastics were less than a month away. Eddie had taken silver in all-around in the regionals, and he was determined to go one better at state. His weak link was on the high bar. He'd stumbled on his dismount at regionals and knew that he needed to practice some more. Eddie was smallish for a gymnast -- just 5'4, but muscular, perfectly muscular. Eddie would never admit it to anyone, but he could turn himself on looking at himself in the mirror. He had bright red hair on his head and bright red hair around his 7.2-inch dick. His torso was perfectly smooth apart from a few hairs around his nipples, and he knew from surfing the Internet that he had what gay guys called a bubble butt. He was a junior at Everett Memorial, and he was already thinking about colleges and universities with outstanding gymnastics programs. Ben, who was a senior, had already been scouted by some of the best -- Stanford, the University of Michigan, the University of Illinois, all of them promising him a full scholarship. Sam, like Eddie, was a junior, and he was thinking about college, too. Eddie knew that he couldn't just look for a gymnastics program. His dad, who was a professor of mathematics at their local university, would insist that he pursue a good education, as well. Not that that was a problem. Stanford was a fine university, and his dad and mom hadn't said anything about him needing to stay home in Ohio to go to school. Eddie's mom came from money, her grandfather had established a successful chain of haberdasheries, with stores all across the eastern United States. College wouldn't be a problem for Eddie even if he didn't get a scholarship. At any rate, practice was on for the afternoon. Coach Lambert always kept the gym open for four hours on Saturdays and four hours on Sundays, and he expected his kids to be there practicing, particularly if they had hopes of medaling at the state championships. First, though, Eddie decided, he would go down to the hospital to see Charlie Webber, who had fallen from the high bar the day before and sprained his ankle. Charlie was in Eddie's homeroom, and they'd been buddies since the first grade. Charlie, like everyone in Eddie's life (apart now from Ben and Sam), had no idea that his friend wanted to get inside his jeans and jockstrap a whole lot. Charlie wasn't in Eddie's league when it came to gymnastics, at regionals he'd come in fourth on rings, fifth on the horse and seventh on floor exercise, but like all the gymnasts, he was muscular, handsome and hot.
Eddie rolled out of bed and put on his robe. He could smell coffee from downstairs. He knew his dad was already gone -- he taught remedial classes at the university on Saturday mornings and afternoons. He could hear his mom pottering around in the kitchen. Eddie went into the bathroom to shower up. As he soaped himself up, he thought about Ben Anderson's huge dick erupting in his mouth and Sam Almonato jerking off and splashing sperm all over his back and shoulders, and that was enough to get his dick into a boner that just wouldn't go away. So Eddie sat down in the tub, letting the hot water splash over him, and jerked off to a bone-crushing orgasm, still imagining the taste of Ben's big dick in his mouth. What he wouldn't do to suck his buddy again! When Eddie was done rinsing the cum off of his muscular chest and six-pack stomach, he dried off, brushed his hair and got dressed. He put on a jockstrap under his jeans and then his high school T-shirt and a sweater. It was cold outside. Athletic socks and sneakers completed the look. He galumphed down the stairs and into the kitchen, where his mom was baking something that smelled fantastic. She smiled at him and asked what he wanted for breakfast. Eddie said that some toast and a couple of bananas would do him fine for the time being, and she said that he could get those things himself. She had laundry to do. Eddie put two slices of bread into the toaster and grabbed two bananas from a bowl on the kitchen counter. He poured himself a glass of milk. He ate the toast dry and scanned the sports section of the local newspaper while he munched. When he finished, he put his glass and plate into the dishwasher and went to the top of the basement stairs to yell down to his mother that he was going to the hospital to see a friend. "That's nice," she called back. "Have you done your homework?" Eddie rolled his eyes. "Mom, it's Saturday. I've got a little bit, but I'll do that tomorrow, OK?" "OK," she said. "Just don't fall behind!" Eddie put on his varsity jacket, wrapped a scarf around his neck and put on his knit hat. He got his bike out of the garage, and ten minutes later he was at the hospital. The lady at the front desk told him that Charlie was in Room 251 and pointed him to the elevators. Eddie rode up a flight and then walked down the hall. Room 251 was at the far end of the corridor. He knocked on the door and heard Charlie say, "Come!" Charlie's dad was from Britain, and Charlie often talked as if he were from there, too. Eddie pushed open the door, and there his friend was, laying in bed with his leg held up in a sling. He was wearing a pair of pajamas, with the right leg rolled up to make room for the cast that was around his ankle. There was a tray of empty breakfast dishes on a table next to his bed. It looked like Charlie had had oatmeal. "So how you feelin', you big old klutz?" Eddie asked. He could kid around with Charlie like that. They'd known each other forever. "It's worse than I thought, old boy," Charlie said. "Look." He pointed with his chin to his right arm, which had a cast on the lower part. "It seems that while everyone was looking at my ankle, they neglected to notice that I also got a hairline fracture in my wrist." "Oh, dude! I didn't know that! How long are you gonna have to stay here?" "Probably just until tomorrow," Charlie said. "But I'm gonna be a gimp for at least a couple of weeks." "When are you gonna be able to get back to gymnastics?" "Doc said not for the rest of this season. Maybe never. But I don't care. I'm not as good at it as you are, dude, plus I've got baseball coming up in the spring." Charlie played shortstop on the school's baseball team and had been voted MVP the previous year as a sophomore after hitting 32 home runs and making some spectacular saves on the field. "That's a bitch," Eddie said. "You know what's the worst of it? Wanking. I've always used my right hand for that, and it just doesn't feel right with my left hand. I tried this morning, and it just wasn't right." "And what do you expect me to do about that?" Eddie said. "You're just gonna have to train up your left hand, dude." "I suppose," Charlie said. "Unless I could find someone to do it for me." Eddie could feel himself blushing. "You're gonna have to ask Carol to do that." Carol was Charlie's girlfriend. Charlie grimaced. "She dumped me last week," he said. "She's going out with Walt Hayslip now." Walt was a senior and a wrestler. "So what's wrong with your left hand anyway?" "The fingers are on the wrong side," Charlie complained. "It just feels weird, you know?" "So you want what? You want me to jerk you off?" Eddie could feel his dick starting to swell in his jockstrap. "Would you?" Charlie asked, looking up at Eddie with Bambi eyes. "I mean, be a mate and give your mate a hand ... so to speak. I won't tell anyone." Eddie paused for a second while he thought about whether to say what he was thinking of, and then he figured in for a dime, in for a dollar. "Doesn't matter," he said. "I guess I never told you before, but I think I'm ... well, I mean, I know I'm gay." Charlie didn't bat an eye. "Excellent, old boy," he said. "Then you'll enjoy it, too." Eddie looked around the room. "What if someone comes in?" Charlie shook his head. "The nurse comes in once every six hours at best unless I call her. Haven't seen the doc since he patched me up. Now come on, I'm dying to get a load out." Eddie walked up to the bed and looked down at his friend. Charlie was definitely a looker. He had dirty blond hair, deep blue eyes, a set of perfectly white and straight teeth (his British dad was also a dentist), and all of the hard muscles of a high school gymnast. And it was pretty evident that he wasn't lying when he said he was horny. There was a nice and growing bulge inside his pajama pants. Of course, Eddie had seen Charlie's dick lots of times, but never hard. So he untied the drawstrings on Charlie's pajama pants, and Charlie raised his butt so that they could be pulled down. Eddie gulped and licked his lips when he saw what came out of the PJs. He'd never thought of Charlie Webber's dick as being particularly big, but it was definitely a grower, not a shower. His buddy's penis was rock hard on his flat, muscular stomach, and it looked closer to eight inches than to seven. Charlie's balls were drawn up close in his body, and Eddie knew that meant that the guy hadn't cum for awhile.
Eddie took Charlie's boner in his hand and felt its silky warmth. He gave it a few experimental strokes, and heard Charlie give a little gasp. But then his friend said, "Your fingers are on the wrong side, too. Get over on the other side of the bed, OK?" So Eddie walked around to the other side of the bed, careful not to bump Charlie's leg, and took his big dick into his hand again. He used his right hand, just like Charlie would, and leaned over his friend's body, putting his left hand on the bed alongside him. "That's it," he heard Charlie say. "Now you've got the right grip, dude." Eddie started to stroke Charlie's dick slowly. No sense in hurrying things. This was another set of images that he was going to burn into his brain for jerking off later. He could feel Charlie's dick pulsating in his hand, and it felt wonderful. Charlie was fondling his balls with his left hand, his right hand in its cast just lying there. Eddie gave the penis in his hand a squeeze and started to masturbate it quicker. "Wish we had some baby oil," he heard Charlie grunt. "I like to get it slick when I beat the meat." Eddie looked around. It didn't look like there was any kind of oil in the room. So he took his hand off of Charlie's erection and spit into his palm. When he went back to work, Charlie moaned softly. "Yeah, that's better. Yank my crank, dude!" It didn't take long for the spit in Eddie's hand to evaporate or get absorbed into Charlie's dick, or whatever, and so, feeling braver than he had the day before, he said, "I could just suck it if you wanted." Charlie didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, and Eddie thought that he had made a mistake, but then his friend said, "Go ahead. I've always wanted to find out what that feels like." Eddie wanted to ask whether Carol didn't do that, but that was totally beside the point at that moment. So he bent over and sank Eddie's eight inch cock meat straight down his throat. He heard his buddy gasp and then gasp again, and then, much to Eddie's surprise, Charlie's body went tense and stiff, and a shot of cum rocketed out of his cock and straight down Eddie's gullet. "Sweet Jesus," he could hear Charlie gasping. "Sweet Mary, that is so awesome!" Eddie masturbated the shaft of Charlie's dick to make his orgasm complete, and when Charlie's balls were done disgorging their contents onto Eddie's tongue and down his throat, he licked the softening dick a couple of times and then stood back up. Charlie looked embarrassed. "I'm really sorry, mate," he said. "That was just so unexpected. I hope I didn't gross you out." Eddie grinned, the taste of Charlie's ball juice still on his tongue. "Don't worry about it, Webber. I guess you were just hornier than you thought you were." Charlie laughed. "I guess I was at that." And then: "But what about you? Don't you wanna get your rocks off?" Eddie blushed again. "I can wait until later," he said. "I mean, you can't jerk me off, dorko. You're crippled." Charlie grinned at him. "Yeah, but I didn't sprain or break my tongue, mate." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Just that now I've found out what it feels like to have my knob sucked by a boyo, I'm thinking that it might be interesting to find out what it feels like to suck a boyo's knob." He looked at Eddie expectantly. "Whaddya say, mate?" Well, what could Eddie say? His dick was ready to pound nails into a piece of timber. But how was it supposed to work? Charlie couldn't move around, his leg was propped up, and that meant that he had to stay flat on his back. Charlie apparently anticipated the problem, because he said, "I'm just gonna turn me head this way, and you just slip it on in." He demonstrated, turning his head to the right on his pillow and opening his mouth. Eddie wasted no time. He unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop down to his ankles. He yanked down his jockstrap, and his cock, liberated at last, slapped up against this hard stomach. "Come on," Charlie said. "Bring it over here, mate." So Eddie stepped up to the side of the bed, almost stumbling because his jeans were around his calves. He pointed his dick downward to where Charlie's face was. He could feel his friend's hot breath on his cockhead. Charlie stuck out his tongue and lapped at it experimentally. Then he licked his lips, nodded to himself, and said, "I think I can do this." He opened his mouth wider, and then the first couple of inches of Eddie's penis were sheathed in wonderful, wet warmth. Charlie Webber was only the second guy ever to do that, Uncle Frank having been the first. But Charlie was Eddie's age, just as hot as Eddie, and so it was much better. Charlie moved his head back and forth as much as he could, but that wasn't very much, so after a minute or so of suckling, he said: "You're gonna have to do the work here, mate. You just go ahead and slide it in and out, like you're having a proper shag." Eddie had known Charlie long enough to know what a shag was. So he started to slide his raging boner into his friend's mouth, and when he felt it hit the back of Charlie's throat (and heard Charlie choke a little bit), he pulled back, then forward again, then back again. Charlie grabbed the shaft of his dick with his good hand, pressing his fist against Eddie's pubes, apparently to keep him from going too deep. Soon Eddie's fist was as slick as his mouth, and Eddie had to concentrate to keep from cumming too soon. Charlie might have blasted his load on first contact, but Eddie was going to keep the good feeling going, at least for a little while. He looked down and saw that Charlie's dick was coming back to life, too. He reached down and gave it a squeeze. Charlie made an appreciative sound, muffled by the penis that was inside his mouth. "Wank it," he mumbled. "I think I can have another go." At that moment, Eddie heard his mobile phone give the signal of an incoming message. He supposed it was his mother checking up on him, and ignored it. Right now he was feeling much too horned up to think about any message from mom. By now Charlie's dick was on raging bone again, and he had taken his fist away from Eddie's dick fucking his hot mouth. He was getting used to it. They sucked and jerked for a couple of minutes, and then Eddie said, "I'm getting close, dude. You don't want me to cum in your mouth, do you?" But Charlie kept right on taking Eddie's dick across his tongue, and so Eddie increased the speed of masturbating Charlie's penis, and when he felt his friend's dick swell up, he allowed himself to come to climax, too. The orgasm started down in his toes and then rushed through his entire body. "Here it is," he gasped, and just at the second when the first shot of cum splashed from his balls onto Charlie's tongue, Charlie's dick erupted, too, sending several ropes of cum across his pajama top and onto his neck. If he wasn't liking Eddie's dick ejaculating into his mouth, he didn't say so. Charlie swallowed down every drop that Eddie's balls had to offer. When the two of them stopped gasping, Eddie looked down at Charlie and saw that he had made a mess all over himself -- surprisingly, given that the 16-year-old had cum for the first time just 10 minutes earlier. Charlie looked, too, and smiled ruefully. "Oh, mate," he said. "That's a right proper mess, it is." That got them both laughing, softly at first, then harder and harder until they both had tears coming out of their eyes. When they finally got themselves under control, Charlie said, "Mate, I can't let the nurse see this. I've got another pair of PJs in the bag over there. My mom brought it last night. Can you get `em for me?" Eddie pulled up his jockstrap and jeans and picked up the bag. The pajama top was right at the top, and he pulled it out. "Pants, too," Charlie said. "Don't want to be mismatched, what?" That got them laughing again, but eventually they got Charlie into his fresh PJs. It was a chore getting the old pants off and new ones on -- Eddie had to hold Charlie's leg while it was out of the sling, but they got it done. And right on time, too. No sooner had Charlie tied the drawstring on the PJs than there was a knock on the door. Eddie leaped back from the bed guiltily. "Come," Charlie called. The door opened, and in came a nurse. Eddie pushed Charlie's spermed PJs under the bed with his foot. "Oh, hello," the nurse said. "I didn't know you had a visitor, Charlie. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." "No ma'am," Charlie said. "We were just talking." His eyes were twinkling, and Eddie knew that he was half an inch away from starting to laugh again. He arranged his own face into a serious appearance, too. "Well, if you need anything, just push the button," the nurse said. "Lunch will be in ten minutes. I think it's meatloaf today." Charlie smiled at her winningly. "My favorite," he announced. The nurse smiled back at him. "I wish all of my patients were as nice as you are, Charlie." And then she was gone. Eddie pulled a chair up to the side of his friend's bed. He felt a little bit embarrassed. "Dude, what was that all about?" he said. "I mean, I never thought that you would ..." Charlie grinned. "Suck your dick?" he asked. "I never thought that I'd do that either, but there's a first time for everything. Truth be told, that was the first time for me in both directions -- no one ever sucked my dick, either." "Carol never did?" Charlie grimaced. "Carol hasn't even seen my dick, mate. She's a right proper prude, she is. Good riddance, if you wanna know my opinion on the matter." Eddie laughed. "So what did you think?" Charlie pondered the matter for a moment. "You know, I rather quite liked it, to tell you the truth. It's the first time I've ever made anyone have an orgasm, you know. I'm glad it was you." Eddie patted him on the shoulder. "Me, too, dude. So does that make you think that you might be ... you know, gay?" "I think more like bisexual," Charlie said. "Mind you, as I said before, I've never had sex of any kind with anyone, but I still like girls. Don't you?" Eddie shook his head. "Nope. I've known that I like boys ever since I was eight years old or so." Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you tell me?" It was the same thing Ben Anderson had asked him the previous evening. And Eddie gave the same answer: "I thought that you would reject me if I did." Charlie made a pshaw sound. "Jefferson, we've been mates since we were wee little tykes, haven't we? I wouldn't let something like that stand between us." And then: "But it must have been hard for you, mate. Do you even know any other gay blokes at school? Are there any other gay blokes at school?" Eddie shrugged. "There must be some, I mean, it's the law of averages, and I can't be the only one. But I don't know anyone." Charlie wrinkled his brow. "Hmm. Brian Stephens seems a little light in the loafers." Brian was in their class, a very quiet and studious boy who always knew the answer to any question a teacher posed, but was unremarkable apart from that. "And Andy Feinstein -- maybe him?" Andy was a senior and on the school's soccer team. "I think I heard someone say something like that once." Eddie grinned. "Apparently you know more about it than I do," he said. Charlie grinned right back at him. "I keep me ears open, mate." He paused for a second and then said: "But that blowjob you gave me was right horny. If you ever do it again, I promise I'll maintain for more than a nanosecond." Eddie laughed. "It's up to you whether I do it again," he said. "I'm game." "Well," Charlie said. "Like I said, I'm going home tomorrow, but my hand's going to be in this cast for at least two weeks, the doc said. I'm used to wanking three or four times a day. You're gonna have to come over and help me." "Three or four times a day?" "I suppose that would be a bit much to ask," Charlie admitted. "Well, at least once a day anyway, right? We can tell my elders that you've come to help me with me homework. And, come to think of it, we can always sneak off to the boys' room at school, can't we?" He looked so winsome that Eddie half fell in love with his friend right then and there. "I'm sure we can," he said. "That is, if you're not too much of a klutz to get in there." Charlie swatted at him. "We'll just see who's the klutz in that case, mate." There was a knock on the door again, and it was the same nurse, this time carrying a tray. "I'm afraid you're going to have to leave," she said. "It's lunch and then therapy for this one." Eddie stuck out his hand, and Charlie shook it with his left hand. "You think you can come back later today?" "I've got practice this afternoon," Eddie said. "Maybe after that." "Visiting hours in the evening are from 6:00 to 9:00 PM," the nurse said. "You're welcome to come back then. I'm sure Charlie here can use the company." The two teenagers smiled at each other. They were sure that he could, too.