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Intro
But wait...there are two other friends that have been left out. We have met everyone from Chapter 6 that was at the creek last summer except for two - Rob & Roger. What's their story?
Chapter 18
Rob lay on the bed, eyes closed, enjoying the day. His parents were both at work, so he had the day to himself. Having just emptied his balls of their ceamy load, Rob was feeling very much at ease. As he lay lay there in the afterglow, he became aware of his head gently rising and falling.
Opening his eyes, he looked to his left and smiled. What he say was the smooth chest and face of his best friend Roger. You see, Rob was resting on his sleeping friend's stomach which rose and fell with each breath.
Roger had riden his bicycle over soon after Rob's parents had left for work and they planned to spend the day together doing whatever came up.
Slowly, Rob turned his head to his right. What met his eyes made him smile even more. Only inches from his face was his favorate plaything -- Roger's dick. About 4 inches long, it was as pale as Roger's skin and just as soft. It fell to the left along side the soft stawberry blonde pubes that was coming in at the root of the the fleshy tube. As Rob watched, it twitched slightly as its owner slept on, a small pearl of cum dripping from the tip. You see, Rob was not the only one who had recently emptied his balls.
Rob closed his eyes, sighing in contentment. As he relaxed even more, Rob thought back to how he and Roger came to be in bed together on that warm, sunny morning, the taste of each other's cum on their tongues.
Rob had always been interested in dicks, even before he started school. His earliest memory was as a kid when he stayed with a family while his parents were at work, an older lady, her young adult daughter and early teenage son. Every afternoon, he would have to take a nap. He usually did this in the son's bed.
One day, the son was sick and stayed in bed all day. When it came time for Rob's nap, the old lady told him to just get in with her son, it would be ok. Rod didn't think anything about, so he did just that.
Now Rob had been playing outside all morning and had gotten hot as little boys would do. He was only wearing his baggy shorts having taken off his shoes and tee shirt earlier in the day.
As he climbed into bed, the teenager shifted over to give him room. He lifted up the sheet he was laying under so that Rob could slide in. Rod noticed that the boy was only wearing his underware. This didn't surprise him as that's how his dad slept every night. As a matter of fact, the teen was wearing boxers, just like his dad.
Rob wasn't really sleepy, but he lay still so as not to disturb the sick teen. After a few minutes, Rob began to fidgit.
"Not sleepy, huh," said the teen.
"Not really," Rob replied.
"Me either," said the teen. "I just been laying here thinking about stuff."
"Like what?"
"Things that make me feel good," the teen said with a smile creeping across his face.
Rob lay still for a minute. "Like what," he asked.
"Oh, just little tricks that I can do without using my hands."
This got Rob's interest. Without saying a word, he looek at the teen, the questions registering in his eyes.
"Look down at the sheet," the teen said.
Rod did as he was instructed. He could see the outline of both of their bodies under the sheet. But he did notice that about where the teen's waist was, there was a hump in the fabric of the sheet. As he watched, Rod saw the hump grow bigger and then drop back down. Then he watched as the hump jerked around several times.
Rob looked back up to the teen. It was then that he noticed the teen had his hands clasped behind his head, a big smile on his face.
"How are you doing that," Rob asked.
"Like I said, it's something I like to do that feels good."
Rob looked down at his own waist, but he didn't see the hump that he saw on the teen. The only way Rob could get the sheet to move was to raise his hips up off the bed. But the teen hadn't done this. The hump was the only thing moving.
"How do you do that?"
"Why don't you look for yourself," the teen replied. "Lift the sheet up and watch."
Rob did as he was told. What he saw was the teen's naked chest and stomach and the thin fabric of the boy's boxers. The front of the boxers was being stretched by what was inside them. That was what had made the hump in the sheet.
Now Rob was young, but he knew what was inside of the boxers. It was the teen's weiner. At least that was what was in his tighty whities.
As he watched, the fabric streched even further, taking on sort of a bowed shape.
Rob looked back up at the teen, slightly confused.
"You want to see what's doing that?"
Rob nodded his head yes and looked back under the sheet.
The teen took his hands from behind his head and moved them under the sheet. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the boxers and lifted his hips. Slowly, the teen pushed the thin fabric down. The first thing that Rob saw was a patch of black hair. This surprised him because he didn't have any hair close to his weiner. Then he saw the base of the teen's weiner. This was different from Rob's as well. It was bigger around and looked kind of hard.
Finally, the fabric reached the end of the flesh it covered and the long tube bounced back, slapping the teen's stomach with a loud whack.
Rob looked from the exposed weiner to the teen's face and back. This was definately different from his little bitty snail looking weiner.
Softly, the teen asked, "can I see yours?"
Rob looked back up, hesitating for only a moment. He rolled over on his back and shoved his shorts and tighty whities down with one motion. For some reason, he wanted to see them both together.
"Your's is so big," Rob said as his eyes cut back and forth between the two fleshy tubes.
"That's because I'm older," the teen said, focusing only on the little snail before him. "Your's will get bigger as you get older."
Rob looked back at the bare flesh of the teen, more curious than ever.
"You can look closer if you want to," whispered the teen.
Rob thought for a moment, then decided why not. Shifting around, Rob rested his head on the teen's stomach, sort of eye to eye with the boy's weiner. What he saw was a tube of flesh that looked like it was as big around as a quarter. And it looked long, too. Maybe as long as his hand with its fingers spread out. And the tip of it where the pee came out was even bigger than the rest. As Rob watched, it twitched and shifted. This let him see the soft looking hair even better.
"Touch it if you want to," the teen whispered even softer.
Rob's hand reached out without him even willing it. Placing his hand on the tube, he noticed that it felt really hot. And hard. First he petted it, then he wrapped his hand around it.
The teen sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
Rob continued to explore with his hand, touching every part of the teen that was usually hidden by his shorts.
After a short while, the teen asked, "can I touch yours now?"
Rob reluctantly let go of this toy and lay back down. The teen reached over with his right hand and rubbed the little snail he found there.
Rob jumped. Noboby had ever played with his weiner like that before. And it felt good. As the teen rubbed and pulled at it, his weiner began to tingle and itch. This new feeling was really nice. Then, the strangest thing happened. His weiner began to get sort of stiff, tingling more all of the time. Then the teen took his hand away and Rob saw that his weiner was standing stright up under the sheet. Not near as big as the boys, it looked like a little pencil stub.
The teen lay back and said, "do whatever you want."
What Rob wanted was to look some more to see what his own weiner would look like someday. He moved back to where he had been before and looked at the teen's weiner again.
"You can get closer if you want," the teen said, his voice sounding slightly deeper.
So Rob moved his head closer.
"Closer." "Closer." "Closer," the teen growled. Each time, Rob did as he was told until if he moved once more his face would have been pressed against the hot flesh.
Then Rob was back in the present, his head rising and lowering with each gentle breath of his friend Roger.
That was where Rob's memory stopped. He couldn't remember anything that may have happened after that. Knowing what he knew now, Rob suspected what may have happened, but he wasn't positive. Smiling to himself, he wished he could remember.
Even though this only happened one time, it set Rob on the path that brought him to where he was today. He did remember how good it felt when the teen played with his young weiner. It felt so good, the Rob began playing with his weiner, getting those good feelings when he did. He found that he could get those same feelings by putting his hands in his pockets and playing through the fabric. He did this so much that his mother noticed and fussed at him to stop doing that. From then on, Rob learned to get these feelings when nobody was around to fuss at him.
Rob continued his games for several years, even after he started school. Then when he was in fourth grade, a new family bought the farm next to his family's. They had a son of their own who was a year younger than Rob. From the first time that they met, Rob and Roger were best friends. They spent as much time together as was possible, exploring both farms and having fun. Their families were pleased that they got along so well.
As they got closer, Rob and Roger began to share their secrets with each other. Finally, one day while they were in his barn loft Rob told Roger about how much he enjoyed playing with his weiner and how good it felt when he did. He also told him how it would get stiff as he rubbed it as well. He asked Roger if he ever did that.
"No, why would I want to do that," Roger answered.
"Because it feels really good. You should try it."
Roger thought this over for a moment. "Maybe," he said and looked at the front of his pants.
Rob was silent for a moment before he finally said, "why not try it now."
"I don't know," said Roger, blushing slightly.
Deciding to take the bull by the horn, so to speak, Rob rammed his hands in his pockets, rubbing what was hiding there for all he was worth. The good feelings began almost immediately. Rob sighed loudly and smiled broadly.
Roger watched for a little while and thought, "why not."
He slowly put his hands in his pockets and reached for his own snail shaped weiner. He rubbed and rubbed, but that was all he did.
"I don't see what the big deal is," he said.
"You don't have that tingly feeling?"
"No," was all Roger said as he pulled his hands out of his pockets.
Rob stopped what he was doing and looked at his best friend.
"Maybe you're not doing it right," he said.
"How should I be doing it," Roger asked.
Without thinking about what he was about to do, Rob reached over and began rubbing the front of Roger's shorts. Roger froze where he sat on a hay bale, not expecting this.
Rob continued to rub around the front of his friend's crotch for several minutes. Finally he broke the silence.
"How does that feel?"
Roger licked his lips and said, "it feels kind of weird."
"So you're getting that tingly feeling?"
"No," said Roger. "It feels weird that you're rubbing my dick through my pants."
Rob looked up. This was the first time that he had heard a weiner called a dick. It sounded better to his ears, more grown up.
Instead of being embaraced by what Roger had said, Rob simply said, "maybe I need to do it like I do mine."
He removed is hand from Roger's crotch. "Stand up, he said.
"What," Roger asked.
"Stand up and turn around."
Not moving at first, Roger finally did as his friend told him. Rob moved up behind his friend, reached around and shoved both hands into Roger's front pockets. Now with the same orientation as he had when he played with his own wein...dick, Rob began to rub again.
"Well?"
Roger looked down at his crotch and watched Rob's hands in his pockets, playing with his dick.
"Still don't feel any tingling," he said.
Rob continued to rub another five minutes. But Roger insisted he didn't feel anything.
"Well, is it at least getting hard," aske Rob.
"No," was the one word answer.
Rob removed his hands and sat on the hay bale. He looked at his friend, wishing he could get him to know what he felt when he played with his dick.
That night at home in bed, Rob thought back to what he had done to Roger. To be honest, he enjoyed rubbing his friend's dick. He enjoyed doing it almost as much as playing with his own, which he was doing under the covers.
This turn of events set a pattern for the two friends. Whenever they were alone together, Rob would play with Roger's crotch - standing in front of him, behind him with hands in pockets. If they were in the barn, in the back field, by the creek, in one of their bedrooms, wherever. But it was always the same, Roger said he felt nothing.
Rob even got Roger to feel his hard dick through his pants so he would know what he was missing. Roger seemed only mildly curious.
One day, while they were at the creek swimming, Rob made his usual move and got behind Roger. Roger knew what was coming and stood still to let it happen. But this time, Rob changed tactics. Instead of of putting his hands in Roger's pockets, he shoved them down the front of his bathing suit. As his hands found Roger's snail dick and little balls, his friend sucked in his breath and froze.
Rob loved what his hands found. He pulled and pushed, rubbed and stroked the soft flesh he held. This was as amazing as playing with his own dick. The only difference was that Roger's dick wasn't getting hard.
After several minutes of this, Rob withdrew his hands and turned Roger to face him. Without any hesitation, Rob grabbed the front of his friend's swim suit and pushed it down to Roger's knees. For the first time ever he was looking at the first dick he had seen in the flesh since the teen boy so many years ago.
Roger tried to grab his suit and pull it back up, but Rob slapped his hands away. Then he reached out and wrapped his hand around the little package. He rubbed around for almost ten minutes with no response from Roger. Then Rob pulled his friend's swim suit back up and jumped back in the water.
After a minute, Roger joined him and things were back to normal. Twice more while they were at the creek, Rob played with his friend's dick, once from the front through the fabric and once from behind with the swim suit down. The result for Roger was the same both times - nothing.
This change in play continued for the next three years, always the same. Rob loved it. Roger, when he was honest with himself, enjoyed the attention that his friend gave him.
During that three year period, Rob noticed some changes to his body. His dick stopped looking like a snail and began to grow - both longer and bigger around. He found that when he stood behind Roger playing, his own dick got hard and would rub up and down against Roger's butt. He really liked that feeling.
Then, when he was thirteen, everything changed. After a day at the creek with Roger, he headed home, taking a shortcut acros the back fields. His mom insisted that he take a shower before supper to wash the creek off of him. Rob thought this was dumb and unnecessary, but knew better than to argue.
While the water heated up in the shower, Rob stripped out of his still damp clothes. He watched himself in the big wall mirror over the sink. Since his body started changing, he enjoyed looking at himself. As his eyes traveled down his body, he looked at the reflection of his dick. He saw a spot on the tip that had never been there before.
Looking down at the real thing, Rob saw that a fair sized tick had attached itself to the head of his pride and joy, right next to the piss slit. Carefully, he grabbed the tick and pulled it off. Then he rolled it between two fingernails and threw the flattened body in the toilet. With one last look at his body, he jumped in the shower.
By the time he went to bed that night, the tick bite was really itching. Rob would scratch it through his pants and it would stop itching for a while. But that night, as he lay in bed, he noticed something else. When he scratched the itch, his dick felt even better than the itch going away. He would scratch and his dick would get bigger.
Now Rob had been getting boners for years, but this time it felt different somehow. The more he scratched, the harder his dick got. The harder his dick got, the more the tick bite itched. The more it itched, the more he scratched. And so on and so forth.
This cycle went on for almost half an hour before Rob was hit by a strange feeling. He suddenly felt like he needed to take a piss really bad and he couldn't stop it. He didn't want to wet the bed -- he hadn't done that since he was six. So he pinched the tip of his dick as hard as he could and ran into his bathroom. He turned on the lights, ran to the toilet and pulled down his tighty whities. As the fabric scraped across the tick bite, his muscles started contracting, driving his hips forward several times. Then he froze and as he watched, something that wasn't piss dribbled out of his dick. It was whitish and kind of runny, but it wasn't piss. Then his hips started rocking again without his control. And each time a bit of liquid dribbled out, his balls drew up and the most amazing feeling coursed through his body.
When everything finally stopped, Rob's knees felt weak and he was breathing hard. He didn't know what had just happened, but he knew he liked it. He liked it a lot!
All the next day, Rob thought of little else. That feeling. That liquid. He wanted to have it all - again.
That night, as Rob lay in bed unable to sleep, he replayed the previous nights events in his mind. Slowly a light began to dawn. It all started because of the tick bite itching and him scratching it -- rubbing it. So Rob reached into his briefs and began rubbing his soft dick. As he rubbed, it began to stiffen and grow. It also began to feel good. The nore he rubbed, the better it felt. The better it felt, the more his hips squirmed.
Rob rubbed harder and faster. The feeling spread from his crotch throughout his body. And then "it" happened. His muscles locked, his dick jerked in his hand and he held his breath. Then he felt a hot liquid dribble across his hand and stomach.
Slowly, Rob's body relaxed and he gasped for air, but the feeling remained. He felt he might be on to something. To confirm this, Rod repeated his actions twice more that night before dropping off into an exhausted sleep.
When Rob awoke the next morning, the first thing he thought of was that feeling (which he took time to bring on again). His second thought was, "I got to tell Roger about this."
After finishing his chores around the farm, Rob rode his bike over to Roger's house. His friend was glad to see him and could tell Rob was excited about something.
"What's up," he asked.
"I got to tell you something, but not here.," said Rob. "Let's go to the barn."
Now Roger was no dumby. He figured that whatever it was, it would somehow wind up with Rob playing with his dick. While this sometimes bothered Roger, usually he enjoyed the attention he was getting.
Once they were comfortably sitting on hay bales in the barn loft, Rob told Roger about his discovery in great detail. About the tick, about the good feelings, about the white stuff and about how he could do it over and over.
Roger was intrigued and wondered if he would ever experience this. After all, he had never gotten a boner in his life. Maybe he never would.
Then, just as he had expected, Rob reached over and groped Roger's crotch through his shorts. He pushed and prodded for several minutes before he instructed Roger to stand up in front of him.
The fact that Roger was only wearing gym shorts made it easy for Rob to strip them down to his friend's knees. He noticed that Rob was wearing an old, worn-out pair of jocky shorts that were stretched out and hung loosely on his slim hips. It took no effort to strip these down as well.
Roger looked at the prize before him. He was aware that Rob's little dick had grown a little more. It was now about three and a half inches long, but only about as big around as his lttile finger. This made it look like a worm that was draped across his tight little ball sack.
Rob reached out and went back to fondling his friend's dick, only this time he enjoyed the feeling of flesh on flesh. But as always, this had no effect on Rob. After ten minutes with no noticable change in stiffness (at least on Roger's part), Rob gave up and sat back. Roger redressed and adjusted himself.
"Want to go to the creek," asked Roger.
"Can't, I have to get back home and help dad for a while. Any chance you can come over later and spend the night?"
"I'll check when we get back to the house," said Roger.
It was worked out that Roger would come over after supper and stay overnight.
The time arrived and Roger rode up on his bike just as it was getting dark. The two friends watched some TV with Rob's parents before going to the basement to play some pool. They listened to the radio and talked about nothing in particular. Periodically to mess up his friend's shot, Rob would reach between Roger's legs from behind and grope him. They both laughed at this and Roger even did it a couple of times.
Finally, they decided it was time to call it a night and went up to Rob's room. Rob's bedroom was large and had two twin size beds set catty-corner to each other. He turned on the radio and began to undress. Roger did the same. Neither boy wore pajamas anymore and stripped to their shorts. Rob noticed that Roger was still wearing the baggy shorts from earlier.
As Roger sat on the edge of his bed talking, Rob walked over and stood before him. Without consciously thinking about it, while they continued to talk, Rob reached out and took hold of Roger's hand. He then guided it to the front of his tighty-whities and pressed it against his crotch.
Rob was a little shocked, but did not remove his hand. Instead, he grasped the cotton covered tube before him and began to squeeze it. The room fell silent.
Rod let go of his friend's hand and enjoyed the feeling. This enjoyment became obvious and his dick grew in length and stretched. Roger was intriqued by the change and felt every bit that he could.
Finally, Rob broke the silence. "That feels nice. I love it when it gets hard like that."
"Yeah," was all Roger said.
"Yours never gets hard like this, even when you play with it by yourself?"
Roger's only response was to shake his head no.
Rob stepped back one step causing Rob to release his grip. Rob then traded places with Roger so that his friend now stood while he sat.
Rob reached into the loose leg opening of Roger's shorts and began stroking the long, thin dick that was nestled there. It was warm and soft and bendy. He played with it for several minutes, even drawing it out into the open for a closer inspection.
After almost fifteen minutes of this, Rob looked up and asked, "anything?"
Roger looked back and said, "nice, but nothing."
Rob gave up for the time being and stood up. "Let's get some sleep."
As he walked over to turn out the light, Roger crawled into bed, laying flat of his back, but didn't pull the covers over himself.
"Goodnight."
"'night," Rob said. "I'll be back after I go to the bathroom."
After closing the bathroom door, Rob stood in front of the toilet and pulled the front of his shorts down. It was then that he became aware that he was still boned up from when Roger had rubbed it through his shorts. He also became aware that he couldn't piss while he was boned up. So he took matters in hand (so to speak) and began stroking his stiff boy tube. The familier tingle started and spread throughout his body. He gripped his dick harder and stroked faster. Finally, he fell over the edge and the white goo dribbled out of his dick and fell into the toilet bowl.
As he caught his breath, Rob's dick began to soften and he was finally able to do what he came in there for.
Rob walked back to his room and closed the door behind him. He stood still for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dimness of his room. Standing there, he heard Roger's slow, soft breathing and knew that he was already asleep.
But his room was not totally dark. There was a full moon that night and a single shaft of light came through the trees outside his bedroom window. This shaft fell across the floor and across the bed where Roger lay asleep. In fact, it brightly illuminated his friend's crotch.
Rob walked over to the bed where his friend lay and looked at what was in the moon's spotlight. Roger's baggy shorts seemed to glow in the moonlight. And there it was. His long little dick had snaked out of the leg of the shorts and lay across Roger's thigh. Still basking in the after glow of just shooting a load, Rob wanted to see Roger's dick closer, touch it, play with it.
Kneeling on the carpet next to the bed, Rob reached out and stroked the head of his friend's dick, feeling its smoothness. Running one finger up the shaft, he finally reached his fingers around the soft shaft and held it there. Roger stirred in his sleep, but did not wake.
Rob released his grip and leaned forward so he could get a closer look. His face was right down next to his friend's crotch, so close he could feel the heat coming from his bare flesh. He again grasped the soft flesh of the boy tube and held it up for a better look.
Then, without knowing why he was doing it, Rob flicked his tongue out and licked the smooth head. Surprised at what he had just done, Rob released his grip and sat back on his haunches. As he tried to reason out what had just happened, he heard a soft moan escape Roger's throat.
Looking up sharply, Rob saw that his friend was still asleep. His relief was almost palitable. What if Roger had seen what he did -- but he didn't. And the smoothness of the skin felt nice on his tongue. And it didn't taste nasty. In fact, it didn't taste at all.
Before he could think himself out of it, Rob leaned over the bed again, bringing his face back to Rob's crotch. He flicked his tongue out and touched the head again. Then he licked it for a little bit longer. Emboldened, he then licked all the way from the smooth head all the way down to the spare pubes at the base.
Roger moaned again and shifted his hips a little.
Rob watched to see if his friend was awake, but decided he wasn't. He went back down and licked the warm flesh several more times.
Then he leaned back and looked at his friend again. Looking down, he noticed that his friend's dick looked a little longer than it had been. As he watched, he saw Roger's dick twitch and move ever so slightly. Eagerly, Rob returned to licking as much of the boy tube as he could.
He realized with each lick that Roger's dick was getting a little longer and little stiffer, but no bigger around.
Then, without thinking about what he was doing, Rob opened his mouth and placed it around the head of the dick he had been licking. Closing his lips around the shaft, he began to suck. This in turn drew more of the little boy worm into his mouth until his nose was being tickled by the short hairs at the base. He flicked his tongue around the shaft, feeling it jiggle in his mouth. Pulling back to the head, he again sucked the entire shaft into his mouth. This time, the soft flesh didn't jiggle as much and felt a little harder.
Rob continued to do this several more times until the entire shaft felt hard and straight in his mouth. Rob released his lip lock and leaned back. There, brightly illminated in the moonlight, was a stiff tube of flesh a little over four inches long and only slightly biggger around than his little finger.
Rob then looked away to see if Roger was still asleep. He was shocked to see that Roger's eyes were wide open and shifting between his dick and his friend.
Rob was caught, no doubt about it. Figuring "what the hell", he asked, "you awake."
Roger nodded his head once.
"Is this your first boner?"
Again, just a nod.
"It's a nice one," Rob said.
"Thanks," Roger whispered.
"You want me to stop?"
This time, Roger shook his head and a smile crept across his face.
With this, Rob leaned back down and continued to suck on his friend's dick. In all the years he had been playing with Roger's dick, he had never thought of doing this, had never heard of anybody doing this. All he knew was that he enjoyed doing it.
As the minutes passed, Roger's hips began to squirm and his legs spasmed. His breath came in short gasps and he moaned repeatedly. Suddenly, he sucked in a big breath and thrust his hips upward. His now rock hard dick penetrated Rob's mouth as far as it could go.
Then, Rob felt the hard little nail in his mouth twitch once, twice and three times. On the fourth twitch, he tasted something on his tongue and he sat up quicky, releasing the tube from his mouth.
The hard dick slapped against Roger's smooth stomach with a soft noise. As the two friends watched, Roger's dick twitched again and they both saw a small drop of thin liquid drip from the piss slit.
"Wow," was all he could say as a second drop formed and hung there.
"I think you just shot a load," Rob said in awe.
"Really," Roger asked while still looking at his hard dick. The electric feelings were still coursing through his young body.
"Yeah, you even did it in my mouth."
Roger looked at his friend. "sorry."
"It's okay," said Rob as he tried to sort out what had jsut happened.
"So, what did it taste like?"
Rob thought for a minute. "No bad, really."
Then, surprising them both, Rob leaned over and licked the drip from Roger's dick head and then the one on his stomach.
"Not bad at all. What did it feel like for you?"
Roger smiled widely and said, "it was the most amazing thing I have ever felt!"
"Cool," was all Rob said as he stood up.
Roger looked at his friend's shorts and said, "you got a boner now. Is that from what you just did to me?"
Rob looked down and shrugged. "I guess so, 'cause I wasn't playing with it."
Roger shifted around and sat up on the side of his bed. His now softened dick still hung out of the leg of his shorts. He reached out and pressed the hard flesh under the cotten covering before him. Then, he moved his hands to the waistband of Rob's shorts, hooked his thumbs in and pushed them down to his knees.
There at eye level was a hard tube of flesh that was bigger than his own little worm. The head of Rob's dick bounce in rhythm with his heart beat. Grasping the base with one hand, Roger leaned forward and placed his mouth around the warm flesh.
Rob sighed and felt his knees weaken. He leaned forward and balanced himself by placing his hands on Roger's shoulders.
Roger drew more of the straining flesh into his mouth until he felt the head hit the back of his throat. He then pulled back until it pooped out of his mouth.
"Please do it again," Rob gasped.
Roger nodded once and did it again. But this time, he began to bob his head back and forth without allowing the tube to fall outof his mouth.
Rod begain the breath harder as that tingle spread out from his crotch. Quicker than he wanted it to, Rob tightened his grip on the soft shoulders of his friend and released his second load of the evening. But this time, it filled Roger's mouth.
Roger gagged slightly, but then swallowed the slightly salty, slightly sweet liquid that filled his mouth.
Rob spun around and sat on the bed next to his friend, shorts still around his knees and slowly caught his breath.
"That was amazing," he finally said.
"Yeah," Rob agreed.
"Can we do it again?"
"Oh yeah," said Rob, smiling, "but not right now. I'm beat."
That said, he stood up, pulled up his shorts, and walked to his bead. Laying down, he played the night's events through his mind until he fell asleep.
But Roger couldn't sleep. Now that he finally knew what Rob had been talking about all this time, he wanted more. After about and hour of this, he got out of bed, crept across the room and knelt next to Rob's bed. With trembling hands, he reached for the soft cotten of his friend's shorts and initiated the first of three more wonderful experiences that night.
From that night on, Rob and Roger enjoyed their own and each others' bodies whenever and whereever they could. Roger learned the joys of doing it by himself. They learned the joyed of playing with each other's dicks. And they really enjoyed learning the best ways to suck each other.
Which brings us back to the present. Rob smiled broadly as he relived all of these memories. Reaching down, he felt the stiffness of his dick, brought on by his memories.
He again looked to his left and saw Roger's sleeping face. Then, looking to his right, Rod saw his friend's long, soft dick, craddled in its nest of soft pubes. Rolling onto his side, Rob flicked his tongue across the warm shaft, feeling it twitch as he did.
With a smile, Rob drew the waiting tip into his wanting mouth as he felt Roger stir under his head.