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Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 14:52:03 -0600
From: Scott <ftl_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sleeping Over at Chuck's

This story is fiction for the friction. Enjoy and remember to wash your
hands when you're done. Also, please remember to donate what you can to
Nifty.org. Now, on with the story...

Chuck was a blonde, blue-eyed 13 year old who was on the school's wrestling
team and shared second period History with me. Unlike other jocks at my
school, Chuck had a shy, quiet personality that made me feel less
intimidated by him.

On most days I arrived to class before him and would always find my eyes
turning towards the classroom door as Chuck entered. Our eyes would meet
briefly, as if he too were looking for me. He always wore his black and
gold letterman jacket. His hair was always neatly combed, parted on the
side. He had beautiful hair, almost a platinum blonde. He had perfect skin
as well, clear of any blemishes, and somewhat pale. Though taller than me,
and an athlete, he had a very thin physique. I imagine he wrestled in the
95-100 pound weight range.

After an end of semester class trip to some history museum we shared a
table at a cafeteria the school bus drove to for lunch. It was the first
time we had ever chatted and amazingly we hit it off. Soon after, we began
seeing one another outside of school, going to movies on the
weekend. Finally one weekend Chuck invited me to a sleepover at his house.

I suppose at this time I should describe myself as well. In a way, I was
somewhat the polar opposite of Chuck in the looks department. I had black
hair worn somewhat long, my hair coming down close to my shoulders in the
back and parted down the center. Where Chuck's hair was always perfectly
combed, mine always seemed a bit unmanageable. My eyes were a hazel brown
and bordered in thick eyelashes that gave them a slightly girlish
appearance. Though of German and English ancestry, I have a Mediterranean
complexion, what some would describe as an all year tan. At 13, I was
rather short for my age, standing at just five feet tall. When standing
next to Chuck, the top of my head came to about his chin. Oh, and another
thing - I was still hairless, you know, "down there".

I'm writing this purely for a wank, so I'm going to spare you the
activities which occurred prior to our actually going to bed during the
sleepover. Sleepover is such a misnomer when you consider that very little
sleeping ever takes place on such occasions.

We're in Chuck's bedroom sharing a double bed, a luxury I envied given I
still slept in the small single bed I'd had since a very young child. We've
both stripped down to white t-shirts and briefs. My penis struggles to
remain soft as I discreetly watch Chuck pulling off his plaid flannel shirt
and faded Levis, seeing his basket encased in clean white, combed cotton
for the first time. As in class, our eyes meet momentarily, just as Chuck
is kicking off his jeans. I've already managed to get into bed and under
the quilted plaid bedspread, my boy peen now quickly elongating to its
fully stretched state of arousal. Chuck seems to blush slightly as he
catches me glancing at the crotch of his undies, but I imagine being an
athlete, he's much more comfortable wtih undressing in front of other boys.

Chuck crawls in bed and we turn onto our sides, facing one another to
talk. There's a shaded reading lamp mounted on the wall behind Chuck's head
and the lighting gives his blonde hair a halo effect.

There's an unspoken tension between us as we lay so close
together. Suddenly, without any word of warning, I feel Chuck's hand placed
over my groin. At first, I think - Oh God, he's going to know I have a
boner, but then, I think - Yeah, but it's his hand feeling me up.

"You're hard," Chuck says, stating the obvious. "You can feel mine too if
you want. I'm hard too." It's as though he's read my mind.

My hand fumblishly find his crotch beneath the blankets, feeling the
rubbery dense shaft standing up inside his briefs, and feeling the warmth
of it through the thin cotton.

"You wanna hump?" Chuck asks. I get the impression he's done this before
during sleepovers with other boys. I nod my head and feel his boner flex
against my gently kneading palm. "Roll over." He says simply. It's a
command, but said in such a way that it comes out sounding like a polite
request. Needless to say, I am only too happy to comply.

Chuck lays on top of me as I spread my legs to accomodate him. Our groins
press tightly together, feeling the heat of our horny boy cocks grinding
against one another. I reach up and find my hands wandering down the sides
of his slender back and cupping his small firm buns, feeling the twin
mounds of his ass tensing as he grinds back and forth against me. I pivot
my groin up and down, matching his rhythm of back and forth movements. The
room remains silent save for the soft stifled grunts of pleasure escaping
our lips. We're both looking into each other's faces, enjoying the sexual
pleasure written there.

"I want to see it...can I?" Chucks asks with a horny tone of expectation to
his voice as I feel his hands reach down to the waistband of my briefs and
begins to tug the sides my briefs downwards. Rolling off of me, Chuck flips
the quilt and top sheet back, exposing my modesty to full view.

My boyhood stands twitching in stiff pulsing lilts away from my
groin. "You're still hairless....so hot!" Chucks says in a voice raspy with
excitement. My undies are tugged down now just in front, the waistband
hooked underneath my puffy round, snug scrotum. "Can I see your's too?" I
ask. My lustful desire to see another boy's erection for the first time
must have been so evident in my voice.

Chuck arches his hips and tugs his JC Penney Towncraft briefs down to mid
thigh. I'm surprized when I see, like myself, Chuck is still hairless
too. "So are you." I say, alluding to his observation of my smooth
state. "Yeah, but I get sperm. Do you?"

"Yeah, some. Sometimes." I lie, never having had a wet cum in the short
three months I've been masturbating.

"Wanna jack-off?" Chuck offers, already encircling his fingers around what
appears to be about four and a half inches of pale pink dick.

"I nod my head and tug my briefs down further, gripping my three incher in
much the same fashion as Chuck.

Being two 13 year olds, we know little about pacing and almost immediately
our hands are pistoning wildly up and down our horny boy boners at a
frenzied pace.

"Oh, man, I want to suck you. Please let me!" Chucks says in a pitiful
sounding plea and turns on his side, pushing my hand off my dick and
covering it with his mouth. I let out a sound that resembles a mouse
squeeking. My head curling up from the pillow beneath it as I look on as
Chuck's mouth tightly grips my finger-slender shaft and I feel his tongue
exploring the contours of my drum-tight, bloated helmet. My legs spread out
involuntarily, my outer thigh pressing against his chest. I whimper his
name and it must excite him as I feel the suction of his mouth increase and
hear him make his own whimper of pleasure. I feel Chuck's hand gripping my
upper thigh and feel the edge of his thumb stroking the side of my
tightening balls sac. I reach my left hand down and feel his boner. It
feels feverishly warm and silky smooth. He begins to thrust into my
fingers, moaning with my dick in his mouth. The sensation of that wet heat
and his ticklish tongue causes me to involuntarily undulate my groin in up
and down movements, fucking into his mouth.

"Chuck...Chuck..." I whimper his name helplessly in between gaspish
breaths, wanting to tell him to stop, but the feeling coming from my dick
inside his mouth not wanting me to. I feel my perineum begin to spasm
behind my balls and my up 'til now spermless balls begin to contract and
tug upwards. Chuck is now thrusting his boner in harsh frantic jabs of my
gripping fingers. "GONNA CUM!" I yelp in a high falsetto. And, for the
first time since I've been maturbating feel the stinging heat of three
rapid-fire pulses of watery boy cum bulletting up the center of my
shaft. Almost simultaneously, Chuck lets out a harsh, tight-tummied grunt
and I feel my wrist being splattered with his cum. I actually see his last
squirt arcing up from his now plum purple tip, surprized that it's clear
like water and not white like milk, as I assumed sperm would look.

After a few minutes of uncomfortably shy embarrassment, we're ready again
and this time I suck Chuck. His crotch has that spicey baked-apple aroma of
hairless pubescent boy. He whimpers helplessly as I feast on his slender
dick. It tastes slightly salt and the tip pulses nearly constantly with my
tongue swirling over the glass-smooth, bell-shaped surface. Chuck reaches
his climax quickly as I had before him and following 15 seconds of panting
breaths, sounding like a sprinter nearing the finish line, his dick
suddenly is pistoning in and out of my mouth like the needle on a sewing
machine. "GONNA MAKE ME SPERM!" Chuck yelps as I feel his shaft contract
and expand in spasms and taste droplets of warm boy cum splattering the
roof of my mouth before dripping down onto my tongue. His sperm, really
only semen at that age, tastes like sweet melted butter.