The following fictional story contains graphic descriptions of consensual sexual activity between male minors. If this is offensive to you, illegal in your area, or if you are under the age of 21 - please do not read!
Matt and I became friends in the fourth grade. We were both 11 years old, fond of the Dukes of Hazzard, the Empire Strikes Back, and MTV. We were both outsiders at school - neither of us were particularly good at sports or known for our attractiveness to the opposite sex. As we entered puberty we became best friends. All summer long we rode our bikes back and forth to each other's houses to watch MTV or play on my computer. Matt was tall and awkward, close to 6'2" even in Jr High. He was all legs and where his legs ended, his ears began. His ears jutted out from the side of his head like fleshy satellite dishes. Aside from these prominent features, he was not particularly bad looking - he had short dark brown hair, clear brown eyes, and was blessed with unusually clear skin for an adolescent. I was only a little shorter but my weight was more proportionate and much more graceful. I had brown hair and green eyes and my childhood freckles had not quite disappeared from the bridge of my nose. We both shared a pale complexion. Like most teenage boys, we also had a particular interest in sex - athough at this age we were more interested in the concept than the actual process. I dont either of us at the time had ever considered that it was possible for us to try all the things we read about in Matt's dad's Penthouse Magazines if we ever spent time with some girls our age.
Instead we pored over the pictures and the letters, which were always my favorite, and discussed the contents, each trying to act like the bigger expert on the subject. We spent most of the summer of our 13th year the same way. I would ride over to his house around 10, not long after his Mom left for work. We would then have the whole house to ourselves until 4:30 when his Dad got home, unless of course Matt's sister was also home. Usually she went to spend the day at her friend's house leaving us free to do as we please, which was to drink Coke, eat chips and look at his Dad's magazine's all day. We would spread them all out on the living room floor, right in front of the fan - his house was an oven on those summer days! - and then lie down on the floor and just flip through page after page of naked breasts and female genitalia. Sometimes we would read out the loud the letters to the editor or the Xavier Holiday column and laugh at the descriptions of acts we could never even imagine doing ourselves. It was on a day just like this that something new and different happened. We were both lying on the floor in his living room. The temperature had to be in the 90's and it was really humid. As usual we had the full collection of magazines strewn across the floor, chairs, and couch. I was reading the letters section of a Penthouse, one I had read many times before because it contained a letter that described a guy's experience screwing his girlfriend while she gave his best friend a blowjob. I used to love the rare letter that described any experience with more than one guy. At the time I didn't think much about it but the idea of 2 guys watching each other fuck a girl was of great interest to me. So I was reading this letter for the 50th time that summer when I cast a casual glance over at Matt. He was lying on his back leaning up against the front of the couch. His legs were spread out in front of him, one knee up and the other leg stretched straight out. He propped the magazine he was looking at against the thigh of the leg he had up and rested it in the crook where his leg joined his hip. He was wearing shorts which although not unusual was always a sight because Matt's legs were so long and skinny. I noticed, not for the first time, that Matt's legs were now covered in a light down of dark hair which was coarse and heavy on his shins and then lighter on the inside and back of his thighs. With his leg in its upright position, his shorts had ridden up and provided a view into the depth of his crotch where from my angle I could not only see the white of his Fruit of the Looms but a little bit of pink where one of his balls was hanging outside the confines of his underwear legband. I also spotted longer, dark hairs around the edge of his underwear. Now at 13, I was no stranger to the developing signs of manhood . I had begun to sprout pubes when I was 11 and by this time had a decent patch of hair above my cock as well as under my balls and down my legs. But seeing Matt's hairy legs leading to that bulging pink sack caught my attention and made it hard for me to look away. I stared, hoping he would shift his leg and even more of his sack would slip out the side of his shorts. He was engrossed in his magazine and did not notice that my attention had shifted from my magazine to him. He flipped the page and as his hand settled back into his lap, I saw it tense and squeeze his shorts. When he moved his hand again I saw a hard ridge jutting out and to the side that could only be one thing. Matt had a hard-on and a seemingly big one at that! My dick immediately grew underneath me and I pushed it hard into the carpet through my shorts. Matt flipped another page and again his hand settled on that bulge in his shorts and gave another squeeze. This time when he tightened his hand around his hard-on, he pulled on it through his shorts, giving it a slow stroke. I was confused and overwhelemed by what I was seeing. I suddenly realized how curious I was about what Matt would look like naked. We had talked about jerking off before - we both admitted we did it often - and I had always found the conversation stimulating. The idea of Matt jerking off in front of me or better yet, with me, was making my dick throb, my head spin, and my stomach giddy. I felt like one of those cartoon characters on Woody Woodpecker or Tom & Jerry who when a girl walks by, turns into a slobbering, panting wolf who can only whistle, howl, and pound his foot on the ground. The idea of seeing Matt jerk off was so intensely scary and strange, and yet so arousing, I didnt know what to do with myself. I only prayed he didnt notice me staring at him or move his legs and take away my view. At that moment the phone rang. Matt pulled his long, 6'2" frame up from the floor and awkwardly tried to conceal his hard on as he passed by me and grabbed the phone. The phone was mounted on the doorway between the living room and the kitchen so Matt was forced to stand while he talked. While he seemed to be embarassed about the tent in his shorts, he was also not going to extreme measures to hide it. It was our friend Dan who lived on the next block calling to find out what we were doing. Dan had a swimming pool and all of our friends frequently ended up at his house at some point on an afternoon like this to cool off. Matt talked for a few minutes and told Dan we would ride over later. He hung up the phone and stood in the doorway, the tent in his shorts no longer so obvious. I looked up at him and reminded myself not to stare at his crotch but to make eye contact. "It was Dan - do you want to go over to his pool?" What could I say? No, I really didnt want to leave yet. What I wanted was for Matt to go back to reading his magazine with his big ol' hard-on sticking out of his shorts so maybe I could find some way of bringing up the idea of masturbation. It was like we were sharing something a minute ago and now that intimacy seemed gone for the day and I wasnt ready to give it up. "I guess but uh, you'll have to give me a minute or two before I can stand up" I replied and grinning sheepishly, rolled over onto my side to reveal my own tented shorts. I didnt know if Matt would look and I didnt want to look like I was putting it on display so I only rolled half-way over. I looked up at Matt. He grinned from ear to ear and thumped his fist against the shaft outline in his shorts. "Me too - God, it just doesn't want to go down!" "Guess you'll just have to spank it" I replied, trying to sound like I was half-kidding. He tapped the bulge again with his fisted hand. "Bad boy! Bad Boy!" My heart was thumping crazily and I felt slightly dizzy. I was intoxicated by this nervousness that was both scary and tremedously erotic. "Did you read the letter about the guy who has a 10" dick? Is yours that big?" I asked as casually as I could. "Why, is yours?" he countered. I pulled the material of my shorts tight so that the bulge was clearly defined and pulled up slightly from my body. "Nah, but its pretty big" I said, although I had nothing to compare it to. I had measured it once and it was about 7 inches and I knew from reading Penthouse that I was above average. Matt reached into his shorts and moved his shaft so that instead of pointing up towards his stomach, it pointed straight out, stretching his shorts and pulling them down slightly to reveal a thin line of dark hair that ran from his navel into his underwear. I think it was this that finally pushed me over the edge. There was something about undescribably kinky about that line of hair being revealed to me in this circumstance and I was overcome with desire. I lost my concern for what Matt might think and slowly reached up to touch the thick protruding knob in his shorts. Matt did not back away. I closed my hand around the end of his shaft and squeezed lightly. Matt shuddered and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them and his underwear down. I stared mesmerized and the trail of hair from his navel lengthened and widened into a soft forest of black hair. Then the base of his dick was revealed - because of the position of his dick as the shorts were lowered, the enitre length was pointing straight down being held only by the elastic waistband of his underwear stretched across the tip of his dick. Then with a slight tug his cock sprang free, shooting straight up and slapping against his belly before falling back to a nearly perfect 90 degree angle from his body. It was longer than mine, though not by too much but what shocked me was how thick it was. My dick is slender and streamlined. Matt's was a thick rod with a huge purple head. I now understood why it was referred to as a helmet in some of the dirty stories I read. I wrapped my hand around the middle and tugged softly. Matt moaned and pulled his hips back slightly before pushing them forward again, moving his dick slowly through my fist. When the head passed through my fist, I squeezed lightly and felt the a sticky wetness that wasn't as thick as cum but wasn't piss either. Since I didn't precum, I was really turned on by the way his leaking made his dick slippery and wet. "I've got an idea" Matt said suddenly. "You take off your shorts too" He sat down on the couch and began untying his shoes and taking his shorts off all the way. I did the same noticing that I couldnt remember my dick ever being harder. "Now lay down on the floor on your back" Matt instructed. I did and then Matt got down on the floor and knelt over me. He turned so that his feet were next to my head and then he slowly lifted his leg over me and brought his knee down on my other side. My head was now between his knees and I was looking
straight up at his swaying monster cock and low hanging pink balls. "I read about doing this with a girl but we can try it" he said as he slowly stretched himself lower, moving his head closer to my dick. As he leaned forward his dick got lower and closer to my face. I couldn't believe this was happening! "Do you want to try putting in your mouth?" he asked timidly. "Okay" I replied with both caution and anticipation. He lowered his body more and I could see the muscles in his stomach pulled tight, the line of hair trickling down his belly, and then his cock was swinging right before my lips. I looked up and saw that he was looking back at me as he moved his cock into position. I raised my head and opened my mouth wide. I didnt realize how really big his dick head was until now - it seemed like more than I would be able to get my mouth around. Just as my lips were about to touch the shiny purple skin his dick bounced violently upward. Matt giggled breathlessly. "Your breath tickles" he gasped and then made his dick bounce again. As soon as it was settled he again tensed his musles and his dick bobbed up and then bouned down lightly bouncing off my chin. I raised my head up more and tried again to take it into my mouth but again he flexed and his cock bounced up and out of reach. I laughed out loud. Suddenly what we were doing seemed so silly. "I cant do this" I said chuckling. Matt laughed and again flexed his dick. We both laughed more. "Stop it! I cant do this" I said giggling. Matt rolled over onto his side and lay next to me. He reached down and took his cock in his hands. Squeezing tightly he stroked up and squeezed the tip. A big drop of clear cum formed at the slit and dribbled onto his hand. He rubbed his hand against his belly and the cum smeared in shiny streaks across his skin. He then reached down and grasped my dick, stroking it slowly. I felt like turning inside out! I never thought it would feel so much different to have somebody else's hand rub your dick instead of your own. I reached out and cupped his balls. He immediately brought his hips closer to me and I grasped his shaft and began pumping slowly and steadily. "Wow, that feels good" he gasped. "I'm gonna shoot quick" I stopped instantly and went back to rolling his balls in my cupped palm. I didnt want this to end yet! The image of him cumming while I stroked on him nearly sent my own load blasting into space .Luckily he also stopped stroking and was copying my motions on him, pulling and tugging on my ball sack. I realized that this wasn't going to delay my eruption very long. I tightened my grip around the base of his dick and pulled the skin tight making his tower as long and hard as it could get. The skin was shiny and smooth and the tube that ran the entire length of the underside of his dick was like a steel rod. There was a small blue vein that made a slight bump on the lower part of his shaft while his head had turned a dark purple. I slowly leaned forward and in one smooth motion I opened wide and took as much as of his head and cock into my mouth as I could before closing my lips around the shaft. As soon as I sealed my lips around him, I sucked lightly and began to slide my head up feeling his dick slide through my lips. Matt's body jerked as soon as the skin of his dick met the smooth, wet feel of my tongue. He grunted then gasped and shoved his hips up, thrusting his dick back down my throat. He moaned "OH! . . . OH! . . . OH! . . . AUGHHHHHH" and then he was flooding my mouth with his cum. The thought of cum in my mouth had never occurred to me until now. Naturally I knew he was close to cumming and I knew he would blow a load but when I decided to suck him I really wanted to see how he orgasmed. It all happened so quickly.
Here was my fantasy come true - he was bucking his hips up and down, groaning and gasping as his stomach heaved and his leg muscles tensed. But the cum - I had no time to react, there was so much. It seemed like one second I was just closing my lips around his dick - just getting the sensation of him in my mouth and then the next second, or maybe even the same second, my mouth was filled with hot, thick, fluid that seemed to keep coming. My mouth was filled by his first shot and before I had time to think twice his second shot rocketed into me and I had to swallow or suffocate. I swallowed a huge mouthful and didnt even have time to register a taste before I had to swallow again. This was more than I bargained for. I pulled my mouth off, still full with his third shot. A big glob of cum came spurting out of his slit and landed right in my eye. I jerked back and began wiping my eye, for the first time really analyzing the taste of his semen. It didnt taste good and for a second I thought I might vomit but then I realized that it didnt taste bad either. It was more the sensation of the thick fluid in my mouth that had weirded me out but that same weirdness was also kind of cool. I liked the way it felt gross and dirty and I swallowed again just to get more of the taste on my tongue. The cum in my eye was burning and I used my shirt sleeve to frantically wipe off my face. Matt was holding tightly onto my leg and still gasping for air. I opened my eye again and looked at him - his chest was heaving and I could see goosebumps on his arms and his legs. The fine hairs on his forearms were standing straight up. There was cum matted into his pubic hair and his dick lay in a puddle of cum on his stomach.
His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open as he breathed heavily. Slowly he opened his eyes. "Wow" he stammered. "Did you swallow any of it?" "Some of it" I replied shyly. "What did it taste like?" "I dont know - kinda weird but not too bad" He looked at my still hard dick nervously. "Do you want me to do it to you?" It really didnt matter to me how he got me off but I really wanted to cum. "If you want" I said. He looked at me and then back at my dick and stroked it slowly. His hesitation told me he really didnt want to return the favor. "If you dont want to, that's cool. You can just stroke it" He began to stroke faster and harder. After a few seconds he stopped and reached down to scoop some of his cum off his stomach. He applied the cum to my dick and begain stoking again. It wasn't going to take much but when I felt his warm, gooey cum lubricate his strong hands, I gave in. I grunted and shot a thick stream onto my stomach followed by another thick load that landed on the back of Matt's hand. He squeezed my cock gently and I shuddered and gasped as my orgasm worked through me. As I began to come back to my senses, I saw Matt slowly raise his hand to his mouth and lick just a little of my cum from the back of his hand. He looked up at me and we stared into each other's eyes. Then he slowly lowered his head onto my stomach and rested it there. I ran my fingers through his hair for a minute and then he sat up. "Want to go swimming at Dan's?" "Okay, let's go!" We dressed quickly, put his Dad's magazines back in their hiding place, and ran out the back door to our bikes. We spent the rest of the afternoon at Dan's, swimming and playing football in the yard. Matt and I never had another experience together and never spoke again of what had happened. We remained friends through high school, where he finally succeeded in capturing the attention of a female admirer. Last I knew they were still together, many years out of school. I had some experience with women but I knew from that day what really turned me on and I only wish all my experiences could be as innocent and carefree as that hot summer afternoon.