I grew up in a small town (only 72 for a population) that was located in the northern part of Minnesota. We lived in a regular home in a regular neighborhood, not on a farm. Our house was small; only seven hundred square feet. We had one of the oldest homes in the city, having been built in the early part of the century.
The house only had one bedroom. My parents had to convert the old living room into a bedroom for them. I spent a lot of my time in my bedroom with my computer. In this small town, there wasn't much to do, so I spent most of my time reading stories about people having sex, mostly men. Some stories really got me horny, and some were the strangest things and even the most boring things I'd ever seen.
One day, I was outside planting a couple of shrubs my parents had bought for our front yard. I was patting the dirt around the bottom of the plant when I heard the clanging of an aluminum ladder. Across the street was another boy, about my age, climbing up his ladder to the roof. Since it was in the mid eighties that day, he didn't have a shirt on. He stood up on the roof and let the sun his back and reveal its smooth, clean, and hairless skin. From where I was, he appeared to be about my hat as well, a little over six feet. He had perfect hair; not too long, not too short. It was a beautiful shade just between blonde and brown. He wasn't skinny, but he wasn't fat either. He had just the perfect body I had ever seen. He appeared about two hundred pounds, mostly muscle. He was beautiful.
He slowly turned around to face my way, so I ducked behind the bush so he would see me staring at him. I spread the branches just enough to stare at him some more without giving myself away. He was simply gorgeous! His pecs were perfect! His stomach was perfect! He couldn't have been any better! I was starting to wonder if I was dreaming. He was just too beautiful, I couldn't believe it. By this point, I was simply too horny to take it any longer. I waited for him to turn around again and ran into the house. Luckily, my parents were gone for the day at my aunt's house.
I ran to my room and closed the door, making sure I locked it just in case my parents decided to come home early. I flew onto my bed and unzipped my pants. I just had to set the beast free...
-Ten Minutes Later-
I walked outside and looked up onto his roof. There he was. He was working on repairing the chimney; a few of he bricks had fallen off. I walked across the street to meet him. I had no clue if he was gay, but it still wouldn't hurt meet him.
"Hi. I just noticed that someone had moved into this house. I had no clue." I yelled up to him.
"Really? Not very observative, are you?" he said, chuckling afterwards.
"I suppose not."
He started down the roof and got to the edge. He turned around and stepped on to the first rung of the ladder. Slowly, and beautifully, his perfect ass worked its way down towards me. It was so beautiful, I just wanted to reach out and touch it, cup it, kiss it.
He reached the ground and turned towards me.
"I'm Cody."
"Eric."
"You really had no idea we had moved in?"
"No. I spend most of my time on my computer."
"Really? I've got one too. `Cept it doesn't work because the damn keyboard fried when I knocked my water all over it."
"I've got a spare. You want it?"
"Sure."
We walked to my house and went to my room. I dug around in my closet for a few seconds before finding the keyboard under a stack of too-small sweatshirts from the past winter.
"Here you go."
"Thanks. I've been itching to get back on the Internet," he said as we turned and left my room.
We walked back to his house and went to his room. On the way I noticed how many boxes were piled up. I figured they must have recently moved in.
He leaned over the top of his computer to plug in the keyboard. Again, there was his ass, teasing me. I wanted it so bad. He stood up again and started the computer. "I gotta go take a piss." he said as he left the room. The bathroom was jut across the hallway, so it wasn't a long journey.
His computer was apparently really new, `cause it loaded in about ten seconds. One way, I figured, to find out if he was gay, was to check for porn or the history on his computer.
I leaned over and began searching around a few folders for anything. Nothing.
I looked around for any stray disks he might have anything on. Then I noticed the computer didn't even have a floppy drive.
I opened his default internet browser. I clicked the little "History" icon on the button bar.
Nothing.
I was so disappointed. I figured there would be something there...
I heard the toilet flush, so I quickly closed the internet and the other folders I had open and put the mouse back where it was.
"You seem nice, and I don't have any friends yet." he said. "You wanna stay the night?"
"You're parents won't mind?" I asked as I noticed the bunk bed in the corner. The thing was huge. I'm pretty sure the bottom was a queen and the top was a slightly smaller full.
"They're gone for the weekend, and they wouldn't mind anyhow."
"Okay, cool." I replied. "I'll run home and pack a couple things so I don't have to later."
"Okay."
I walked out of the room and ran full speed across the street. On my way in the house, I noticed the message light blinking on our answering machine. I walked over to it and pressed "Play Messages".
"Hi honey," came my mother's voice. "One of the belts in the car ripped and the mechanic can't fix it tonight because he doesn't have the right one to replace it. So we won't be back until Monday morning. Love ya, bye."
That was the best things right now I could have heard. All the more time with Cody that I could spend. So I ran to my room and dug around in my closet till I finally found my duffel bag under my spare pillow. I picked four shirts, pants, pairs of socks, and boxer-briefs considering that it was only Thursday, and not yet Friday.
I stuffed it all into the bag, grabbed my keys, and left the house. So I wouldn't appear overly eager, I walked back across the street.
"Whaddaya wanna do for the rest of the day?" he asked.
"I guess we could watch movies."
"Okay."
We watched a few movies on his parents DVD player in the living room. We stayed up till two in the morning watching Speed 2, Chill Factor, and Panic Room. We were both too tired to stay up any longer, so we went back to his room.
"You know, it just occurred to me. Why do you have a bunk bed?"
"Oh. My parents bought it when I needed a new bed, and decided I should get a bunk for when people slept over. They had to have it custom-made."
"Oh."
I wasn't sure if we were gonna strip down to go to bed or what. I soon got my answer. He removed his shirt and his pants, revealing that he too wore boxer-briefs. I averted my eyes to make sure he didn't think I was staring, which I really wanted to do. His package was great. Not too large to make it difficult, and not small at all. It appeared from what I could tell that it was about six inches and pretty thick. He definitely had some good-sized balls though, that's for sure.
Before it got awkward, I took off my shirt and pants and headed for the bed.
"Which one's mine?" I asked.
"You can have the bottom one."
I crawled into the bottom bunk, and he hopped up on top. I could smell him in the sheets. I loved that smell. The smell of a man. Not sweaty or stinky, just a man's smell. Just right.
I couldn't resist it anymore. I heard him snoring above already, so I took off my underwear so I could lay nude in his bed. It felt great to have lay nude in the bed of the most handsome boy I had ever seen. I licked his pillow to make sure I had as much of him as I could get. I eventually fell asleep from rubbing my body around in the sheets.
The Next Morning
I awoke to the sound of the bathroom door opening. I opened my eyes real quick to help focus them, and then closed them to see him if he was nude and not wearing a towel.
He walked in to the bedroom and over to his chest of drawers.
I couldn't believe it. He was fully nude. Not a thing on him.
I had been longing to see that ass of his, and it was just as beautiful as it could be. Perfectly shaped, not a flaw on it. For that matter, there wasn't a hair or blemish, or mole on his entire backside. He was painfully beautiful! It was taking everything I had in me not to get up and go over to suck on his ass.
He fished around in his top drawer for something. I figured it was for underwear, but no. He pulled out what I had been looking for since I laid eyes on him. He pulled out a gay men's magazine. He turned around with it to look at a few pictures.
My heart skipped a beat, and my lungs took a small break from breathing. There, right across the room, was Cody. Cody and his beautiful body in all its glory, with his thick, large penis hanging perfectly between the front of is legs. I couldn't believe it. How could he have come to me? He was perfect! Absolutely perfect! There were no blemishes anywhere on his body, and he was perfectly built! I couldn't believe it.
I was laying just on the edge of the lower bed when he walked over to the head of the bed to look for something on the top bunk. His cock was so close I could smell it. I wanted it so bad. His body moved back and forth a few inches in every direction while he looked for whatever it was he was looking for.
Then, it happened. He moved forward enough that his penis touched my face. It just barely grazed my cheek, but it was enough to make both of us freeze. He looked down to make sure I hadn't woken up and went back to searching. Then his penis bumped into my forehead. Then my chin. Then, it hit home. It landed just between my lips. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have it in my mouth. It was beautiful. Seven inches long, and about the thickness of a chianlink gate post. Perfectly sized. His balls were huge; about an inch and a corner in diameter. It was too good to be true.
I reached out my tongue and loaded his penis into my mouth. It tasted as beautiful as him, if it is possible for a something to taste beautiful. It was still flaccid, but very tasty and warm. I slowly worked my mouth over his entire cock, getting as much into my mouth as I could. I slowly worked my tongue on it and sucked it. It was pure bliss.
He started to moan as I continued to work his cock over. I took it out of my mouth for only a second so I could sit up and lean over to suck him. I brought his cock back to my mouth, now fully erect, and continued to suck him. I reached my hands around behind him and grabbed his ass. It felt as good as it looked. I moved my hands all over his body while I continued to suck his beautiful dick. I massaged his back, his ass, his legs, and finally, his balls. I held one in each hand and gently rubbed them to help milk him.
I continued to suck and suck and suck his penis. I looked over at the clock. I had been sucking for seven minutes now and he still hadn't unloaded! He moaned and moaned, feeling my tongue do it's dance around his cock, cleaning it even more than the shower had. I decided to save his penis for later and stood up to see him eye-to-eye. We looked into each other's eyes. I leaned towards him and moved in for the kiss. We kissed long and hard. Both of our tongues did their share of exploration in the other's mouth. We were locked in a kiss for a minute when he reached behind me and grabbed my ass. It felt great having a man's hands on my ass; I had never felt that before. I reached around and squeezed his ass for dear life. It was wonderful. Here I was, kissing my man and squeezing his ass.
I worked my arms and hands up under his to explore his entire back. I pressed him into me from behind at his shoulders, while he pressed our crotches together by pulling me towards him by my ass. We kissed for four minutes. We just couldn't get enough of each other. When we were done, I began to kiss the rest of him.
I worked my way down to his neck and gave him a hickey before realizing his parents may see it. I continued to kiss his neck, then his chest. I licked both of his nipples and bit at them with my lips so as not to hurt him. I alternated from nipple to nipple making sure I fully erected them.
I traveled down to his stomach and missed almost every square inch. Having no hair in the way made it much easier. I licked him stomach, making sure I could taste him to the fullest extent.
I stuck my tongue between his legs to get him to spread them. I got the man taste that the shower had missed, and cleaned his crotch and inside of his legs. I then returned to his cock. I sucked him for over six more minutes before he finally exploded into my mouth. Load after load after load he shot into my mouth. I was barely able to keep up swallowing, but I managed. His sweet and yet salty man juice flowed from the head of his penis, into my mouth, around my gums, and down my throat. I was in pure bliss. I sucked him until there was no more. All in all, he must have unloaded an entire cup of his juice into my mouth. I was happy. He was happy. We laid back down on the bed and cuddled each other until we both fell asleep, not waking until later that morning...