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Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 18:28:00 -0500
From: Scott <ftl_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sleepover at Jeff's

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And, now for some fiction for the friction...


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It's the time of year when it feels cozy to be indoors after being outside
playing with your friends. The new school year is now three weeks old when
you invite me to sleepover on a Friday night.

We're sharing your bed. I'm one grade below you. You're 13, and I'm about
to turn 12.

I'm laying on my back and you are laying on your side beside me. Your
forearm rests across my slowly rising and falling tummy as you lean your
head down to kiss me. On the lips. With your tongue. My first French kiss,
but not yours.

We are both wearing flannel pajamas. The covers down around our waists. You
move your forearm from laying across my tummy and your hand goes down to
the warmth of my crotch, giving it a gentle squeeze.

You're already hard and when you begin to fondle me I am still soft, but
your hand quickly causes me to stiffen.

Our lips seperate, but our faces remain close. An expression of horny
excitement in my eyes tells you wordlessly I'm on board for whatever you
have in mind. You love my passivitiy and I love your self-assured
confidence.

The palm of your groping hand feels the slender tubular shape of my now
fully erect penis pressing up against it, still hidden beneath my pajama
bottoms. You reach up and unsnap the button at my waist, now feeling just
the thin cotton of my y-fronts covering my boyish arousal.

I follow your eyes, my excited and still innocent eyes, watching as you
look down to where the blanket is still covering our lower bodies, and I
watch you pull down the blanket further. My boner stands arched up beneath
the exposed triangle of white cotton now in view with my pajamas splayed
open. You replace your hand over me and gently rub the warm rubbery
firmness of my nearly 12 year old boyhood. I arch up my groin slightly
pressing into your fondling caress.

We resume kissing, our tongues wrestling playfully. Tasting one anothers
sweetness. I feel your horny fingers dip below the elastic and feel myself
being touched fully for the first time. I whimper softly and begin to
suckle the tip of your tongue inside my mouth.

Your fingers feel the powdery smooth surface of my hard penis as they trace
lightly up and down the arched up length of my shaft until you take my
spongey firm acorn into just your fingertips pinching it every so
softly. My hips twitch and my penis flexes. Our lips seperate again as I
watch you now beginning to tug down the waistband. "Lift up, Scott," you
say in a soft whisper. I help you in lowering my recently bought for the
new school year, sized 10 briefs, revealing my proud pink little cadet to
full view. My innocence looks ripe, just at the earliest stages of
pubescent development. My loins are porcelain smooth and white. My ballsack
puffed out and about the volume of a small plum. My erection appears to be
just under four inches in length.

"Have you ever Jacked-off," you ask me as you look into my eyes whilst I
feel the tip of your index finger tracing up and down the flared urethral
ridge of my slightly bowed stiffy, causing it to make fluttering twitches.

I answer with a silent and somewhat embarrassed shake of my head.

"You'll like it," you say, encircling my rigid penis with your index finger
and thumb. You allow your grip to remain feathery soft, just touching my
satiny skinned dick with that ring formed by your finger and thumb. My
tender dick reacting with tingling spasms. I'm silent save for a softly
muttered moan sounding intermittently from my slightly parted lips. Your
gaze and my own is now focused on what you're doing with your pistoning
fingers.

My thighs spread out further and I feel the tension from my descended
briefs pressing into my skin.

"Can I suck it, Scott?" I hear you ask as you scoot down on the bed, not
waiting for my response, and lower your mouth over me. "Jeff!" I yelp as I
feel my drum tight tip being surrounded by the wet slippery heat of your
lips and suck in a shuddering breath, feeling your tongue twirl over the
glass smooth surface of my bloated pink boy cherry. A tremor of tension
causes my butt to tremble and I involuntarily arch my groin up, my boy cock
gliding into that incredibly sensual feel of slippery heat that is your
mouth. I whimper as I feel your tongue dancing around my boy pole, teasing
and tickling, causing my innocence to react with quivering jolts.

I reach my hands up behind my head, grabbing fist fulls of pillow
casing. The flat sheath of my tummy
tightening. "Jeff...mmmph..Jeff...aaah...Jeff...mmmph..." are the only
sounds I make.

The thrill of knowing your taking my innocenece causes you to reach into
the front of your PJs and dip inside your briefs where you begin to fist
fuck your very nearly hairless 13 year old boy boner.

I smell like pure boy as you breath in through your nose, inhaling the
erotic potpouri of hairless pubescence as it combines with the fragrances
of Dove bath soap and Downy fabric softener from the surrounding PJs and
briefs.

The small delicate curve of my pubic mound slowly rises as the never before
experienced sensation of tightening there begins to make itself known to
me.

"Feels funny," I mutter, an edge of concern in my tone. "Jeff, it itches
funny!" A hint of fear now entering my voice.

Suddenly, a fluttering motion enters my loins, a motion that in later years
will be replaced with pumps, but for now is less rigorous, sweetly gentle
and yet filled and fueled by the innocent lust of a nearly 12 year old
boy's primal need to experience sexual release.

My buttocks squeeze tightly together and my lower back begins to arch. I
press my head back into the pillow and my eyes squeeze tightly shut. I feel
my balls contract and feel a spasming just below them in between my balls
and my butthole.

My tummy clenches and sucks in and my now peachy pungent-smelling hairless
groin bucks in rhythmic and constrained pivots.

I yelp in a pained and frightened falsetto, "STOAAAAHP!!!!" as I feel my
penis about to burst. And burst it does indeed with jolting spurts of my
thin, infertile boy semen.

You grunt in a tight-gutted cum grunt as hearing and tasting my virgin
orgasm brings you to the same release I'm now experiencing for my very
first time. Your somewhat thicker yet still immature discharge soaking the
inside of your briefs as my watery ejaculation cascades across the surface
of your tongue. You're amazed by how wet my very first ejaculation - and
even hotter: my first orgasm - is.

My body trembles for several seconds and then relaxes in a thoroughly limp
state. A whimpering sigh sounding from me as you slowly glide your puckered
lips up my still trembling cocklette. You look down at it as it makes its
post-ejaculatory spasms, the tip now an angry ruddy pink. My ballsack just
starting to relax down from its tugged-up state.

You savour the flavor of my virgin boy cum with the hint of honey like
sweetness that will only last for about a year before turning coppery and
bitter.

You wipe your cum sticky hand on the hip of your PJ bottoms and scoot back
up on the bed, laying beside me, placing an arm around my shoulders and
kissing me on my cheek.

"Thanks for letting me suck it," you say, sounding a little sheepish.

"Thanks for doing that to me. I...I...never...I didn't mean to...."

"I know. It's okay. I knew it was gonna be your first time. I just didn't
think you'd make any sperm. It's cool you can do that already,
Scott. You're not even 12 yet."

I beam with sheer happiness, my boner still as stiff as when we began,
making me wonder if it will start to go soft again anytime soon. A little
worried it might not. Turning onto my side with my briefs still tugged down
and my PJ bottoms unsnapped, I lean on my side and kiss you in passionate
appreciation for the new found pleasure you've just given me. Already
thinking about how much I want to do to you what you've just done to me.