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Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2017 18:01:13 -0400
From: Flip Flop Foot Freak <flipflopfootfreak@protonmail.com>
Subject: Humping with Kevin

Humping with Kevin,

This story is true and has very little embellishment.  Most of the quotes
are to the best of my memory and are meant to paint a picture of the event.
Do not read if you are under your local legal age.  Author retails all
rights to this work.

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Young Friends

PROLOGUE

I have started writing more stories and I always had this one in the back
of my mind and finally decided to put in in writing.  Some may remember
that I have a thing for chubby boys, feet, and other types of sexual
interests but I thought that some might be interested in one of my first
sexual encounters where I and a boy in the neighborhood found not only
friendship but affection that no one else knew about.

Now on with the story:

I was discussing my first sexual experiences with a friend and I remembered
a boy. Thinking back on it I started to remember some details around what
we did together and the memories started coming back.  This is the story as
I recall it.

When I was about 12 I met a boy named Kevin.  He was a year younger than I
was so that would make him about 11.  He lived around the corner from me
about 4 houses down in a generic split-level housing development that I
think was from the mid-70's's, relatively new, this story takes place in
the early 80's.

He was about a 5'4'', shaggy haired blond, hazel eyes, pale skin, not
really chubby but had a little baby fat on him.  At that time, I was about
the same height with darker skin, brown hair and eyes, was very skinny and
wore glasses.  Kind of a nerdy-geeky kid.

We first met down at the creek near where we lived so because there were
few kids our age in that neighborhood we became fast friends.  I remember
it was also in the fall because school had just started.

We started hanging out a lot in the evenings and weekends, often just
trying to alleviate the boredom that accompanied being a kid.  We pretty
much acted like normal boys our age but there was one thing that started
happening that changed me forever.

During the winter when it was cold he liked to cuddle under a blanket on
the couch when we watched TV.  This may not seem too strange at first, it
was us under a blanket with plenty of room the we would sit closer and
closer eventually it was nothing for us to sit under the blanket right next
to one another warming ourselves.  Being rambunctious boys there was always
jabbing, poking, and fooling around that would eventually lead to us
wrestling around on the couch with one of us trying to make the other
submit.  Through all the giggling and roughhousing it was always obvious
that we both got aroused because we could feel our small but hard as a rock
cocks grinding into each other.  One would give in and that is where it
stopped until something changed.  A switch flicked in one or both of us and
things went further one day.

I will preface this by saying that I had done a little bit with other boys
before, just "show me yours and..." and I did touch another boys cock a
couple of times, and I will say that the thought had crossed my mind that I
wanted to see Kevin naked and maybe fool around a little but it never went
past a thought.

The first time was like a dream but I will never forget it. It began as it
usually did, wrestling around on the couch, laughing with us trying to pin
each other down, cocks straining against our underwear and he got me pinned
down.  This is when the switch flipped and where not a word was said.  He
was sitting in my lap, facing me and he had my hands sort of pinned above
my head and we were giggling and his cock was against mine and he gave a
couple of tentative humps and I humped back.  We started laughing like
little school boys randomly humping back and forth.  Then things got
serious, our smiles went away and we looked into each others eyes.  He
slowly put his hands on my shoulders, mine around his waist, I spread my
legs a bit so he could fit between them, and we started slowly humping.
There was no resistance at all from either of us.  I remember that we were
wearing loose sweat pants and t-shirts, I had socks on and he was barefoot.
As we ground slowly our eyes never looked away we just kept looking deep
into one another's souls.  As things got more intense our breathing became
heavier and I remember that we were eating potato chips and drinking cokes
so I remember the smell of his breath as his face got closer to mine.  We
didn't kiss but he put his head on my shoulder as we humped away.  Then we
started grinding faster and harder he would hug me tight as I grabbed his
ass and started pulling him into me as hard and as tight as I could,
matching each thrust.  I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear and mine
into his, his shaggy hair getting into my mouth as our lungs struggled for
breath our faces touching, it was very intense! To this day I STILL love
that heavy breathing in my ear!

When our orgasms hit I remember his back arching, his cock thrusting into
mine, his body went rigid, he stopped breathing, shook, then a little
squeak, then a long exhale.  That sent me over the edge with me bucking
against him thrusting and hyperventilating pulling his body into mine as
tightly as I could.  After our orgasmic high, we giggled a little about the
wet spots on our sweats and then just went back to watching TV like nothing
happened.

This scenario played out many times over the coming months and then later
there were less and less clothes involved, first no shirts, then no shorts
or pants, then the underwear came off where we were finally doing it naked
in the heat of the summer, sweat pouring off of us, either in our bedrooms,
in his tree-house, or down by the creek. Because puberty started setting in
around this time, our cocks started growing more, the wet spots turned into
ejaculation of a little watery sperm, first from me and then soon after he
started, and because of the sweat and natural lube we were sliding back and
forth which only intensified the experience.

During that summer his cock grew to a respectable 4" matching my own in
size and when I would look at his pale white rod I always got so turned on!
Secretly I had an urge where I really REALLY wanted to suck it but it just
never happened.  I don't know what his thoughts were on the subject, but I
subconsciously knew that I didn't want to stop what we were doing so I
never went there.

When we were naked and alone we did switch things up a bit, sometimes me on
top, sometimes him, we moved to wrapping our legs around each other, I
would lay on his back and hump him with my slippery cock sliding in his
butt crack, and then he would do the same but the ending was always the
same, him on top of me, us hugging each other as hard as possible, stop,
shake, squeak, sigh.  I don't think it ever occurred to us to actually fuck
each other, but it was very close.  Sometimes it barely happened once a
week, other times it was a daily occurrence, especially during the summer
when we had a lot of alone time.

During the summer, he also ran around barefoot a lot and always no shoes in
the house and I don't remember being into his feet necessarily but the seed
might have been planted there for the foot obsession that I have today.

But, that aside, there was barely any moaning, there was no 'oh yeah' or
'harder/faster' or any verbal anything, just heavy breathing, which looking
back was probably the most erotic thing ever.  Neither of us were trying to
enhance anything by dirty talk.  It was just pure animalistic lust between
two very horny boys.

The interesting thing about Kevin and I is that we never ever talked about
it.  We never said, 'you wanna...' or 'can we...', or 'remember when
we...', we just looked at each other and our eyes knew it, someone would
initiate a touch somehow and it just happened.  During sleep over's we
usually cuddled and humped, but we never held hands, kissed, sucked cock,
or looked at one another with longing, we just acted like a couple of dumb
kids, riding bikes, getting dirty, getting to trouble sometimes, just
normal boy stuff.  But when we were alone and the urge hit, a knee was
touched, or an ass grabbed, we looked into each others eyes and we knew.
The giggling started, then the wrestling, then the clothes often came off
and we were at it once more.

In retrospect, it was kind of predictable but when you are that young, any
intense touching was exciting.  After a couple of years it stopped because
I had moved anyway but it was fantastic while it lasted.