Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 15
Social Studies Versus Biology
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EXCERPT FROM JEWELS
Chuckling I couldn’t believe all the action I’ve been getting lately. This whole damn puberty thing was too fucking confusing, while at the same time absolutely fucking fantastic. I mean one minute I’m lusting after girls, then the next moment boys, and then right back to girls, but always it left me breathless experiencing something wonderful. I was being bounced all over the place emotionally and began to feel like one of those steel ball bearings in a pinball machine with the paddles slapping against me sending me in various directions.
“Damn hormones and puberty,” I mumbled to myself feeling my erection rapidly deflating now, but leaving behind the familiar dull ache of blue balls in its wake.
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SOCIAL STUDIES VERSUS BIOLOGY
Just then Joey stepped into the small living room area my gaze settling on his sleek physique taking it all in. He was barefoot, but looked snazzy and stylish in the clothes he had selected to wear. In school he tended to be very casual with jeans and a regular tee shirt. Even now what he had on was kind of casual, but also with a bit of style and panache. The younger boy had slipped into a pale powdery blue Tommy Hilfiger short sleeved polo shirt with the small patch on the chest. For his bottoms he had chosen to put on a pair of white colored Ralph Lauren Boys’ Athletic Jersey Shorts with an Americana-inspired crest patch at the front right hem, dark blue stripes along the hem and edges, and a Ralph Lauren’s signature embroidered Big Pony emblem completing the aesthetic look and making for a sharp country spirit kind of look.
I’ve looked at the same pair of shorts myself the last time when Pop’s had taken me and Marty to the store shopping. On Joey it looked sexy hot because at the moment his shorts sort of clung to his body since he was still slightly damp from his hot shower. Seeing the boy’s small bulge made me swallow because I could actually see a bit of skin coloration through the white fabric since it was slightly wet. My eyes didn’t linger long in any one spot even though I was tempted to stare at his boy danglies for a while longer.
“You look…really nice.” I heard Joey comment his soft voice drifting towards me while I shrugged my shoulders.
“Yeah, I’ve been to these apartments before so wasn’t sure if it would be a bit chilly inside or not.” I replied since I had opted for a long sleeved shirt and pullover sweater vest with Joey nodding his head.
“I know…it can get a little cool if we turn on the air conditioning for some reason in these apartments. We haven’t turned ours on yet with mom saying it is likely to cool down again at some point. Can I get you something to drink?” He asked with me shaking my head and waiving off the offer indicating I was fine. “Did Jewel’s leave you here all alone to wait for me?” He asked a bit peeved she would leave company all alone with me shaking my head again and gesturing with my thumb towards the door.
“Oh…um…no. She waited until you got out of the shower keeping me company before leaving just now. She said something about her friends waiting already downstairs. I didn’t know she was your sister…um…I mean stepsister. Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I asked watching as he shrugged his shoulders and motioned for me to follow him so I picked up my bag and caught up to him.
He kept his voice low in the hallway and closed the door behind us when we stepped into his room. “It’s just she’s so popular and all in school…you know, and I’m just her dorky little brother so don’t want to mess it up for her. You know how it is in school.” He stated matter-of-factly making me furl my eyebrows.
“Don’t ever say that Joey. You’re not a dork. I wish you’d stop doing that you know. I mean always putting yourself down because you aren’t as old as the rest of us. You’re not some lame kid or anything and you’d be surprised how many of the guys really like you. It’s just you are so shy all the time and keep to yourself. My friends all think you are a pretty cool guy all things considering, and so do I.” I responded back to him noticing the smaller boy blush over my compliment.
“Geeze for real Joey, does your sister even think that way about you?” I asked seriously with him suddenly getting defensive.
“No…don’t talk about her like that. She’s really nice you know, not like a lot of her stuck-up friends. I’m the one who always avoids her in school. I just don’t want to mess it up for her since she’s so popular and all. Besides, if the guys in school knew she was my sister they’d just want to be friends with me because of her.” He pointed out while I rolled my eyes.
“Well duh, she is sexy hot you know. Damn, just sitting in the living room with her made me pop a stiffie.” I teased with him flushing red and looking away nervously while nodding his head.
“Y-you like her don’t you?” He asked nervously looking away from me as if I had hurt his feelings somehow.
“Well duh, like I said she’s sexy hot and all. Not to mention she really is pretty cool; not like the other popular girls who won’t even give a guy the time of day. Even though she’s popular I always see her chatting with just about everyone. Hell, she even says hello and waives to me in school. Did I mention she’s sexy hot?” I sighed shaking my head recalling seeing her sitting on the couch as she spread open her legs exposing her girly slit for a moment.
Glancing over towards the smaller boy I could see my words had sort of stung him as he held down his head looking a bit sad now with his back slightly turned towards me. Setting down my book bag, I stepped up closer to him feeling kind of bad now because I had meant it as a sort of tease, but I guess having to live with a drop dead gorgeous sister while he sort of went under the radar could make things a bit awkward.
“Well, anyway, you know what they say about boys our age and girls?” I spoke softly leaning in with my lips next to his ear while he shook his head back and forth sadly making me wince since I had hurt his feelings. “Girls come and go, but a guy’s friend will always be there no matter what.” I told him softly wrapping my arm around his shoulders and over the front of his chest pulling him to me.
“Listen Joey, you’re my friend, and a girl like Jewels can only be a fantasy for guys like me. Besides, believe it or not you are sexy hot too.” I chuckled while my right hand drifted down cupping his giggle berries through his shorts giving them a gentle squeeze.
The smaller boy jolted in surprise and I felt his penis rise to the occasion as it instantly swelled with him clamping his hand on top of mine to stop what I was doing. “For Pete’s sake,” he moaned and shivered despite trying to stop what I was doing. “I thought we were here to work on our Social Studies project.” He giggled making me smile because he had perked right up by my sincere comment regarding how I felt about him.
“Yeah, but I’d rather study biology with you.” I mumbled back in protest inhaling his sweet soapy scent and boyish body musk which made me a bit lightheaded for a moment.
The younger boy giggled shaking his head. “Damn, are you always like this around your friends?” He teased while I grinned shaking my head and flushing at his innuendo.
“No, just you.” I chuckled. “Besides, I haven’t heard you complaining any.” I teased back with my fingers fondling and stroking his small nail through the fabric of his shorts hearing him sigh and feeling him quivering slightly.
“Come-on, we better get started on our project.” He whispered softly wiggling out of my embrace and blushing as he tried to sort out the stiffie inside his shorts while I did the same a bit disappointed that he didn’t want to play even though he seemed kind of into it.
Looking around inside his room I noticed it was the master bedroom. Some of my friends lived in the same complex of apartment buildings and they were all laid out fairly similar. Even though it was the master bedroom it still wasn’t all that big, made even smaller by the fact there were back to back book shelves butted up against each other splitting the room in half. Each book shelf had a solid backing and a small desk area with a chair. That’s when it dawned on me that he was sharing the room with his stepsister. The bookshelves created a sort of barrier from her side of the room to his side. There was a line attached to the corner of one of the bookshelves that connected to the corner wall where the door was and I realized there was a curtain that could be drawn shut creating a sort of closed off area on the other half of the room.
It was obvious that the side with the curtain had to be Jewel’s side of the room. Joey noticed me looking around the room and he blushed seemingly embarrassed by it. The apartment was only a two bedroom unit so of course with an adult and two kids something had to be set up.
“It’s all we can afford.” Joey spoke up sounding self-conscious about the situation. “Mom tries real hard and works two jobs to make ends meet. We tried it with her and Jewels sharing the same room, but with mom’s schedule it just doesn’t work. I really don’t mind.” He tried to explain looking like he was going to burst into tears because even though he said he didn’t mind, who shares a room with an older sister much less one who is their stepsister.
It was obvious this was upsetting to him, but I really didn’t think much of it. To me it sounded like his mom was a hard worker and good provider to not only her own son, but a daughter who wasn’t even her flesh and blood. After all his mom didn’t have to take on the responsibility of the teenager since she wasn’t her daughter, and Joey didn’t have to either since she wasn’t his real sister. Both him and his mom sacrificed a lot and it was obvious by the way Jewels behaved the teen also appreciated the effort. She hadn’t complained about the situation when she explained it to me, and in fact was very thankful to have a loving home and people she could call family. That’s what it is all about in the end I suppose.
I took a seat in the chair on his half of the room with Joey taking my lead and taking a seat on his bed which was only a single making total sense because of the limited space. “Listen, Jewels told me about the situation with her dad and real mom.” I smiled encouragingly spreading apart my hands and shrugging my shoulders. “It sounds to me like you and your mom have sacrificed a lot.” I began with him sitting up straighter, shaking his head vigorously, and getting defensive.
“Oh no…it’s not like that at all Latham,” he began to protest with me holding up my hand and waving off his concerns.
“I know that Joey. I’m just saying…your mom is doing the best she can under the circumstances and so are you and Jewels. You’re a family and that is what families do. I know what it’s like…you know…with a family trying to make ends meet. I may have been pretty young at the time, but I knew my own parents lived from paycheck to paycheck. We didn’t have a lot either back then.” I told him softly with the smaller boy gazing over towards me trying to gauge my sincerity before flashing me a small grin in appreciation for understanding.
“Besides,” I grinned back. “There are both positives and negatives to having a stepsister sleeping in the same room.” I added leaving it there with Joey stepping up to the plate and taking the bait.
“And those are?” He wondered curiously making me smile.
“Well, you can honestly tell everyone that you sleep next to a hot chick every night.” I chuckled seeing him screwing up his face looking at me a bit distastefully.
“Ewe, she’s like my sister you know.” He replied disgustedly.
“Stepsister,” I pointed out but nodding my head. “Yeah, but I get it.” I replied because even though Jewels wasn’t related to Joey by blood they’ve been together as brother and sister since he was still a little boy.
“Geeze, if that’s supposed to be the positive I’d hate to know what the negative part of this whole arrangement could be.” He shuddered at the idea of anything hinting towards a sexual kind of relationship between him and Jewels even though technically speaking there wouldn’t be anything wrong with it.
“Well, there’s no privacy so you can…um…you know?” I chuckled giving the universal jacking off sign by raising my fist and motioning back and forth.
Joey’s eyes bulged outwards and he blushed looking away and shrugging his shoulders. “Oh come on dude, it’s just the two of us here so you don’t have to be embarrassed by it. I mean we all do it.” I chuckled while the smaller boy looked away a bit ashamed and I screwed up my eyebrows with it suddenly dawning on me what the issue was. “Dude…for real, you still haven’t…I mean…I know the other day in the shower you said it had been…um…like your first time and all, but still…,” I paused noticing the mortified look on his face that I knew he still didn’t jack off yet making me sigh and kick myself for teasing him like this instead of trying to be there as a friend.
We both fell silent for a moment while I sat there wondering why he still didn’t jack off considering he seemed to enjoy sex from what I could tell by the little escapades we had over the last few days. Sure it was kind of tough considering the situation with the sleeping arrangements, but still every boy seems to be able to find some way of relieving their hormonal adolescent urges.
“I’m sorry Joey, I just assumed that since the two of us…um…you know the other day in the shower and yesterday in the locker room…,” I left it hanging as I leaned over and placed my hand on his knee with him biting his lower lip and looking at me a bit nervously. “I don’t understand Joey…you still don’t…you know…jack off?” I asked gently letting him know I was just trying to understand as he gazed back into my eyes and shrugged his shoulders.
Looking over towards his door to make sure it was closed Joey leaned forward almost conspiratorially. “It’s just…,” he scrunched up his face seriously before gesturing around the room. “Shit Latham, it’s not like I have any real privacy. I mean at night my balls ache and I want to…you know, but I can’t, not with Jewels right over there.” He tried to explain seriously when it dawned on me he thought the only time he could jack off was in bed at night which made me begin to chuckle because it was just too hilarious and naïve like of the younger boy.
I could tell me laughing about it upset him so I held up my hand apologetically. “Damn dude…,” I continued to chuckle despite the frown Joey flashed me. “Listen Joey, didn’t anyone talk to you about this stuff. I mean, sure a lot of guys tend to get horny as all fuck in bed at night, but that isn’t the only place you can jack off you know. If you find other times during the day then it won’t be as bad for you when you go to bed at night.” I chuckled with the smaller boy glaring at me for a second before exhaling softly.
“It’s not like I can talk to anyone about this stuff Latham. Hell, do you know how embarrassing it is not to know some of this stuff. It’s not like I’ve got any…you know…friends I hang out with to talk about it.” He paused blushing and looking away at the admission making me feel sad about it because I simply didn’t understand how he couldn’t have any friends since he was a pretty cool guy.
Joey rolled his shoulders and continued his train of thought. “I’m definitely not going to talk to Jewels about this and there’s no way in hell I’m going to discuss it with my mom.” He added defensively while I held up my hand in a truce.
“Sorry,” I apologized getting a bit more serious and thinking things through with his situation in mind. “I take it that you really don’t get any privacy in your room?” I asked with him shaking his head.
“No, not really. It’s not like if she leaves the room that I can close it and have any privacy. Mom doesn’t like me to be alone, so one of them are always hanging around. Even though Jewels knocks before coming in, it’s still too dangerous and mom never really knocks on the door simply coming inside. Jewels has a curtain, but sometimes it is embarrassing if I’m in my room getting changed or something. Jewels is cool about it always careful making sure I’m decent and all, but it does get embarrassing with mom sometimes.” He explained.
“What about the bathroom?” I asked with him giggling and shaking his head.
“Have you ever tried living with two women and one bathroom? They are always kicking me out so they can primp and mess about with their hair or make-up.” He explained with me nodding sympathetically about his situation.
“Yeah, that’s an issue alright. Well, if you can’t do it in your room, try while taking a shower or something. I’m sure there’s a lock on the bathroom door and probably the only time they won’t literally kick you out.” I suggested with him nodding his head.
“I never really thought about trying it while taking a shower.” He chuckled with it dawning on him just how naïve he had been now that it had been brought up; especially, since his first experience had happened in a shower. “Geeze, you must think I’m a real boob.” He sighed shaking his head while I leaned over patting his knee again.
“Dude, you really need to stop doing that to yourself. You were right…you know. I mean how are you supposed to know about these things since you don’t have anyone you can talk to. Listen, I know it’s tough, but you are going to have to talk to your mom.” I suggested with his eyes flaring open in shock, emphatically shaking his head no.
“Oh, hell no. There’s no way I’m going to talk to her about jacking off and stuff.” He stated forcefully while I began laughing again and shaking my head.
“No, not that…geeze for real dude.” I continued to chuckle seeing his confusion. “Listen, it’s some of the other things you can talk to her about. Just tell her politely that you would appreciate it if she’d knock from now on before coming inside the room. Believe me I’m sure you won’t even need to explain anything to her. She will understand, but right now she still thinks of you like her little five year old boy or something. Once you ask her, she will get the hint.” I suggested with him smiling at me and nodding his head thinking maybe it was a good idea.
“As for jacking off, well, you will just have to sort of figure it out like the rest of us.” I chuckled knowing he will still be on a learning curve with not only figuring out when to do it, but also how to go about it since he’s never pleasured himself. “It might be a little more difficult for you to find the time and privacy because of your situation, but believe me you will find a way. Besides, now that you are squirting if you don’t take care of things you might end up having wet dreams and I’m sure you don’t want that to happen.” I giggled while his eyes bugged out because he hadn’t thought about that sort of thing.
“C-could that really happen if I…I…,” he paused a bit horrified by the thought.
“Don’t clean your pipes,” I finished for him sniggering knowingly while he blushed for the umpteenth time at the terminology and I shrugged. “I suppose. All I know is that I don’t have wet dreams and I jack off all the time.” I added hearing him giggling as his eyes dropped down to the bulge between my legs while he licked his lips lustfully making me chuckle with my own eyes drifting down to his small bulge.
Damn, he looked so cute sitting there on the edge of the bed in his light blue colored shirt and white shorts which had ridden up a tad along his thighs and clung tightly around his little boy budgie. His shorts weren’t the long baggy kind which hung down past his knees, but rather ended along his thighs so that when he moved his legs I could just glimpse up inside the opening. Because of the way he was sitting I couldn’t quite make out anything definite yet, but I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to get some sneak previews at his fleshy little boy bits.
“Um, maybe we should get started,” Joey suggested reaching across his bed his shorts riding up a bit higher on him when he grabbed his paper pad and books he had sitting open next to his pillow.
His small frame twisted around a little when he reached for his stuff and I smiled giddily because he had such cute firm butt cheeks. The way his shorts rode up on him they had snuggled firmly against those fleshy orbs and I couldn’t help but stare openly at how cute he looked at the moment. Then when he rolled back over I noticed how his shorts where now pressed tightly up against his little boy ornaments, the outline of his two little cherries clearly visible along with the shape from the tip of his little bullet making me quiver lustfully and want to burry my nose in his crotch. Joey shifted around a little and tugged on the hems of his shorts straightening them out bringing me out of my stupor.
I wasn’t sure if it was the room itself or my lustful desires for the sexy twelve year old boy, but it was suddenly warm in the room. Peeling off my sleeveless cardigan sweater vest and setting it off to the side I rolled up the sleeves on my shirt feeling much more comfortable now as I glanced towards Joey who was still messing about trying to get into a more cozy position. My eyes traveled downwards towards the boy’s bare feet as I studied them for the first time. He had nice feet with thin toes that bent slightly. He looked comfy barefooted and after a quick internal debate removed my socks as well setting them with my sweater before stretching my toes and wriggling them around. Joey noticed and glanced down at them giggling because I was stretching and twisting them around before he grabbed his pillow and placed it against the back of the wall.
Reaching for my book bag I dug out my own pencil, pad, and book spreading them out on the small desk by my chair while Joey messed around with his cushion trying to fluff it up a bit. One side of his small bed was butted up against the off white painted wall as he now scooted backwards leaning up against his pillow while pulling up his knees with the soles of his feet planted flat on the edge of the mattress. He picked up his pad and pencil placing it on his left leg and knee using it as makeshift table and began flipping through the pages of his book which was spread open to the left of him on the mattress.
He began to lazily move his knees back and forth my eyes immediately drifting between his legs noticing how the silky fabric of his shorts was gently snuggled up against his crotch creating that distinctive outline of a boy’s most intimate and treasured areas. There was a tinge of skin coloration, the sort of typical brownish pink hues from the outline of his boy budgie and prong eeking through the white fabric making me shiver because it was just right there for the taking. It was like a tease, just enough of a hint at the prize the other boy had to offer up while also remaining squirreled away and safely wrapped in the fabric of its soft cocoon.
For a boy who was still a bit immature down there between his legs he sure managed to turn me on to no end. Not that he was small down there and if anything probably typical for a boy his age; no it was just that his stalk hadn’t blossomed yet to its dormant full potential. Staring at him now with his knees slightly spread open I began to realize just how much I wanted to be there and witness the event as he transitioned from pre-pubescence, to adolescence, and even maturity. Even though I would be around to witness my own full transformation, somehow it was different watching someone else go through the process. It was more intimate, more sexually charging, and my penis seemed to agree with the idea as it squirmed around between my legs.
Between my lustful naughty thoughts, catching a glimpse and feel of Joey’s stepsister’s snatch, and staring at the small bulge between Joey’s slightly spread open legs; I had managed to spring a leak from the spigot in my basement. Sighing, I tried to focus on Social Studies, even though at the moment I’d rather be studying biology, tearing my gaze away from the small lure between Joey’s little oasis, which tried to entice me like a worm on the end of a hook does a fish. Despite the tempting bait wriggling around between his legs I somehow managed to tear my gaze away from it and buckled down.
The younger boy told me what he had in mind and we began creating an outline for our project doing some basic research and jotting down notes. We went at it for a couple of hours putting together the beginnings of our report and started separating out different tasks we’d each do on our own before we could get back together the following week where we would begin assembling the report.
At some point I had scooted my chair towards the edge of the bed placing my feet up as well while jotting down notes. Every once in a while our feet would rub up against one another making me quiver while my erection, which never seemed to go away, constantly squirmed around in my shorts. I kept glancing over at Joey, my eyes naturally drifting down to the small knoll between his legs. It was distracting, but somehow the two of us managed to get plenty done in such a short period of time. Every so often when I glanced up I noticed Joey’s eyes flittering away and he’d blush from his own scrutiny of my boy trumpet, which left an indelible bulging outline in my shorts because it was hard as a rock. Even my drum set which weighed heavily between my legs created two distinctive rounded bulges in the fabric of my blue checked pair of shorts with them banging around as well within the confines of its protective sheath.
Scribbling down some more notes, I wiggled my toes around stretching them out because my foot was starting to fall asleep. I felt them brushing up against the petite digits of Joey’s feet and began enjoying the innocent play. Shifting my focus, I gazed at my feet studying how my toes were fiddling around and brushing up persistently along Joey’s petite tootsies. He responded by wriggling those cute little digits up against mine as our toes now performed a little dance together. It was interesting to watch, reminding me of how certain species would do different things as a breeding ritual for a potential mate.
Looking up into Joey’s face I grinned and silently chuckled because he was still occupied with his notes seemingly unaware of the foreplay our toes were engaged in. He simply looked scrumptious with those rosy cheeks on his soft boyish features. I watched him intently for several long moments before allowing my gaze to slowly drop downwards admiring his sleek physique until they finally settled to a stop in wide eyed wonderment between his legs. I literally had to swallow a lump in my throat while I gawked at his exposed right testicle which had flopped out of its webbed netting.
At some point the white fabric of his shorts along his right thigh had slipped off to the side creating a rather large opening. Until now I hadn’t realized Joey’s shorts had one of those webbed netting which was designed to hold a boy’s goods in place. Somehow his right cherry sized testicle had managed to slip free and was completely exposed now with the seam of the netted material splitting his soft avocado shaped scrotum right down the center. The seam of the material pressed up firmly against his suede like bag creating two distinctive rounded bulges; one that was completely exposed with the other one covered up by the hole riddled material. Not that it really mattered since the material was translucent for all practical purposes allowing me to clearly see not only the boy’s left fabric covered marble, but also the semi-soft fleshiness of his penis which seemed to have bloated slightly. He wasn’t completely hard, but sort of in-between at the moment which made things totally sexy hot for me.
Without thinking I stretched my right foot outwards brushing them along Joey’s inner thigh looking up to see his response. To my surprise he was still focused on his book and notes, but his right leg seemed to have swayed slightly outwards giving me even more access as I now wriggled my toes along his exposed right testicle. I felt the boy’s little truffle pull upwards at the unexpected contact and the boy finally flinched in surprise. With a wicked grin spread over my mug I once more glanced up into his face noticing how he had now stopped what he was doing and was intensely gazing back at me.
Wiggling my toes some more I felt the younger boy’s testicle react again as it contracted with my leering gaze once more dropping between his legs. I could see the fabric of the netting begin to pulse slightly and realized Joey’s penis was slowly rising to the occasion with each palpitation of his heartbeat. Shifting my toes I now began wriggling them against his rapidly rising sprig enjoying the sensation of how it felt going from a semi-soft state to a full blown erection. Even completely hard it was kind of small, but I loved how it felt as I kneaded the fleshy rubbery peg with my toes.
“Latham,” I heard his whimpered pleading whisper with my gaze shifting upwards to his deep swirling cobalt colored eyes. “I’m not so sure we should…,” he left the words unsaid with it my turn to sigh now and pull back planting my feet on to the floor and standing up not even bothering to hide my own swollen organ protruding obscenely from my shorts creating a tent out of them.
The younger boy watched me curiously while I crawled up on to the bed settling next to him on the right side. I leaned back against the wall bending my knees upwards and planting my bare feet on the end of the mattress next to Joey’s cute size seven booties. It had gotten completely quiet inside the warm room now with the only sound coming from our ragged breathes as we inhaled in and out rapidly. The air seemed to rasp in our chests while my heart fluttered wildly inside of me making me wonder if Joey’s thundered just as loudly.
My eyes dipped down between the younger boy’s legs, the opening on his shorts still spread open revealing the one single rounded little nugget in its soft leather sheath. It was enticingly sexy the way the seam of the boy’s webbed netting pulled the soft skin tightly over the small bulging truffle. It wasn’t the only thing which attracted my attention as I began to run my gaze over the smooth pale skin of his silky inner thighs. I loved his sleek wiry like limbs and moved my left hand over brushing my fingers lightly over the inside of his right knee rubbing them up and down a few times. I could hear Joey breathing raggedly next to me with his right knee sagging slightly outwards almost invitingly. I wasn’t sure if he was even aware of his suggestive offering, but allowed my fingers to trace softly downwards in an ever so slowly circular pattern feeling Joey’s skin trembling beneath my light touch.
The boy gurgled softly next to me trying to swallow making me smile knowingly. “W-what are you doing?” He asked in a soft like whisper barely noticeable between his rasping breaths.
“Just taking a break from Social Studies and working on Biology instead,” I offered up toothily noticing how Joey had slumped down slightly with his head leaning up against the pillow now while his mouth hung open slackly revealing pearly white teeth.
“B-but…m-my mom…eeeep,” he winced and chirped because my fingers had dipped between Joey’s crotch rolling his right little cherry sized truffle in my fingers all thoughts of his mom sleeping in the other room flittering away from the younger boy’s mind.
My body shivered and I looked down between his legs eyeing the oval shaped morsel. The fleshiness of it felt soft and silky smooth along the tips of my fingers. It was also extremely warm and slightly slippery with sweaty dampness. Just beneath the plump rounded moistness was that seam all boys had which connected their ball sack to their pink little grommet. The light brown line dipped down to the smooth crease of Joey’s two plump rounded doughy muffins disappearing into its damp hidden grotto. The boy moaned softly and my curiosity got the better of me as I wriggled my finger beneath his soft little nugget running it lightly over his Gooch, the line that runs between his ball sack and pink grommet.
The younger boy groaned again becoming lost in this new set of sensations while I slowly slipped my finger between his two doughy rolls feeling the dampness engulf my digit. I didn’t have to travel far before I felt the round fleshy indentation of his puckered virginal organic opening and began rubbing it up and down with the tip of my finger. It slid around easily since it was all hot and sweaty down there, but to my surprise I didn’t think it was gross or anything. If anything it turned me on even more, making me curious and wondering if it would feel anything like slipping inside of Jewel’s girly snatch. There’s been a time or two when I had thought of slipping a finger inside my own opening while I jacked off, but I had always been a bit hesitant about it so never tried.
Now, the notion of fingering and penetrating Joey’s hot steamy virginal fissure sent a shiver tingling all up inside of me followed rapidly by thoughts of what it would feel like to actually stick my hardened tuber instead of just my finger into something so tight and wonderful. I wondered what it would be like to have sex for real with Joey. It was a thought that’s been creeping up more often lately as I pictured my body pressing up behind the smaller boy while he was slumped over the edge of the bed. In my fantasy I visualized slipping my thick pulsating hardened tuber inside the boy humping into him while my fingers ran over his smooth arms and hands or maybe even cupping his fleshy undercarriage in my hands. I would knead his soft truffles and jerk his pickle until he climaxed into a full blown orgasm bringing me along for the ride while I busted my nut spreading my boy seed deep inside of his warm untouched fertile grounds.
Once more I quivered at my perverted lustful thoughts. Until recently I’ve never even remotely thought of doing something like this with another boy, but lately the idea of having real sex with another boy was becoming more and more appealing. The smaller boy continued to breathe raggedly and still curious I pressed my finger up against his puckered virginal boy grommet feeling it resist the temptation of such an intrusion. With Jewels my finger had slipped right inside of her, but Joey’s iris firmly resisted the intrusion. I tried again and was rebuked for a second time, the guarded gate refusing me entry. The smaller boy stirred slightly as if coming out of a stupor and I felt his hands closing over mine tugging them away from their probing inquisitiveness of his virginity.
“I…I…we can’t Latham.” The smaller boy whimpered his cheeks flushing and glancing away from me as if embarrassed and his shyness once more bubbling up to the surface. “W-what if…m-my mom.” He tried to reason lifting my hand away from the moist warmth of his fleshy sexiness and placing it off to the side.
The sensuous beckoning of Joey’s humid warm depths just out of reach made me quiver covetously and sway in confusion as I tried to calm my urges not wanting to push the boy into doing something he was hesitant about. Just because we’ve already engaged sexually with one another doesn’t mean he’d always want to participate. These were confusing times for guys our age as I lifted up my finger that had been between Joey’s muggy crack only moments ago and looked at it curiously. The finger clean, but I could just make out the musky like scent already swirling around my nose. Drawing it closer to my nose I inhaled deeply, at fist taken aback by the potency of the fragrance since it had rubbed right up against his tightly shuttered pooter, but then the intensity eased off becoming milder with a sort of lingering odor that wasn’t offensive at all.
My balls began to hurt again reminding me of how they had been forced into submission earlier with Jewels and now once again for a second time just when they were gearing up for some real action; making them ache inside their soft leathery coverlet. They felt swollen with the familiar dull persistent throbbing accompanying an extreme case of blue balls that wouldn’t go away until I did something about it. The thought made me wince because I knew that wouldn’t happen for a while now if we stopped.
Glancing over towards the other boy I was oddly glad he hadn’t seen me taking a whiff of my finger that had been probing his boy sanctuary. Somehow, it felt kind of naughty and hinted at my depraved cravings of taking the boy for my very own in every sense of the word. I’m not sure if he’d be willing to go that far or how he would react to my sexual desires. Hell, even I was confused about it because just a little while ago I had the same sort of thoughts involving Jewels and how it would feel to insert myself inside of her inviting warm velvety girly slit.
Lowering my left hand on to the mattress for support I shifted facing towards the boy with my left leg tucked up under the gap created by my right bent leg. Exhaling softly I gazed into Joey’s cute boyish features. His eyes were closed and I studied him closely while he tried to gather his own composure. I’m sure it had taken a lot of effort for him to stop what we had been doing. I’m sure the two incidents in the locker room at school had caught him a bit off guard, so at the time it had probably been difficult for him to resist the pull of pubescent hormonal disparity. I only hoped he wasn’t regretting what happened. He seemed to have enjoyed it at the time, and didn’t appear to mind it having occurred, but it didn’t mean he wanted this sort of activity to continue along its current path. Even I began to wonder if what we were doing was the right thing to do.
“What?” He asked grinning and blushing because I was staring at him with his soft voice bringing me back to the land of the present and forcing me to shrug.
“Nothing,” I responded looking into his swirling dark blue eyes drinking up the deep oceanic cobalt hues before shifting my gaze noticing the scar next to his dark brown colored eyebrow and the one in the middle of his forehead.
Reaching out with my right hand, the clean one, I gently ran it along the indentations before whispering ever so softly to him. “What happened?” I wondered.
“Just a fight when I was little.” He answered easily enough while I furled my eyebrows because I couldn’t picture him getting into a fight with his shy innocent kind of nature.
The younger boy noticed and grinned at me sheepishly. “The tree won.” He added getting a quirky look from me because I didn’t understand. “I fell out of a tree.” He clarified. “When I was like seven years old. No biggie, other than me screeching like a wounded Banshee and Jewels having to walk me home while I blubbered like a baby getting blood all over her clothes.” He inhaled softly recalling the situation while he gazed back into my eyes.
The innocence of his gaze and the sweetness of his boyish features drew me in like a bear to honeyed nectar. There was simply something about him that captivated me; a tender softness about him which was hard to resist. He had this clean cut all American kind of look with steel blue swirling orbs that shifted colors, pale soft smooth skin, small petite nose, and moist lips which were seemingly spread open in a continuous straight smile with his easy going nature. It was those soft wet looking lips now which drew my attention pulling me ever closer until to my surprise my own puffy damp mouth was pressed gently up against his. My own lips parted sensuously from habit and plenty of practice as I began suckling on his soft plump and fleshy mouth.
At first the smaller boy froze before something seemed to click into place and he pulled back slightly in shock. The surprise lasted only a split second before he began to reciprocate, at first hesitantly, and then with a bit more fervor. It was passionate, sensuous, and bloody fucking amazing. I thought kissing a boy would be revolting or somehow different from a girl, but with Joey it ended up being even more intense in some ways than with Sienna as I began to suck the air out of his lungs forcing him to push against my shoulders. Our lips parted, a single strand of spittle keeping us connected while our foreheads leaned up against one another and we both began to suck in much needed oxygen. The experience left me a bit lightheaded as I tried to recuperate.
We both stared into each other’s eyes, until Joey turned away blushing looking a bit taken aback by the experience. “I…a-are you alright?” I managed to get out a bit worried he hadn’t enjoyed the kiss.
The younger boy shook his head and his eyes began to well up. “J-Joey…I…I’m…,” I began to apologize, but wasn’t sure what to say as his head turned towards me and he gazed into my eyes.
“Y-you kissed me.” He stated a bit shyly while I gawked at him for a moment not knowing how to proceed from here.
“I…um…you didn’t like it?” I asked a bit worried now that maybe I had gone too far since all the signs of his shyness had been there for me to understand.
“I…I…,” He continued to stare at me for a moment before turning his gaze away once more and biting his lower lip while I sat there holding my breath because I didn’t know what to make of this whole situation.
“Yes…I liked it.” I heard him finally admit my whole insides relaxing in relief because I thought maybe he hadn’t enjoyed it.
“M-me too,” I replied honestly scrunching up my eyebrows because kissing him was way nicer somehow than kissing Sienna.
“B-but you’ve got a girlfriend.” He offered up looking over again and not really making any sense to me so I shrugged my shoulders.
“So, I still liked it.” I responded honestly.
“N-no, you don’t…I…I…,” he paused looking away from me with his cheeks turning a bright red color while his eyes welled up overflowing with tears bewildering and surprising me as my mind began racing all over the place thinking maybe he was upset about horning in on my girlfriend.
“It’s alright Joey,” I tried to sooth him. “Sienna, she…well…,” I began wanting to tell him it didn’t matter, but he gazed fixedly into my eyes looking all crushed and hurt.
“You don’t understand,” He whispered softly with my mouth hanging open because I really didn’t understand.
The smaller boy must have seen my bewilderment as tears flowed freely down the side of his face, which until a minute ago had been so cute, cuddly, and happy. “D-does this mean I’m gay?” He asked catching me by surprise because I hadn’t seen it coming.
My mouth opened and closed because how does someone answer something like this. Even I was struggling with understanding my own feelings. I have feelings for Sienna, sexual ones. Girls still seemed to turn me on, Jewels proved that earlier, but I was struggling with my own sexual thoughts because boys were turning me on as well.
“What…just because you enjoyed kissing me?” I managed to ask while he nodded.
Joey shrugged, “I-I mean sure, I understand that guys sort of fool around, like we did in the locker room.” His voice quivered sounding soft and a bit lost. “B-but, I liked kissing you and it isn’t like I think about girls that way…at least not yet.” He explained while I really didn’t know what to say since I was having doubts about my own sexuality.
“Does it really matter?” I asked, the question making me furl my own eyes while Joey stared at me wiping away the wetness from his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I mean, I don’t know Joey,” I added. “I don’t think if you didn’t know by now that you probably still don’t know. Just because we enjoy this doesn’t make us gay.” I explained trying to convince myself in the process with both of us falling silent.
Breathing in deeply, I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. “Joey, all I know is I like you. I like hanging out with you. I think you are beautiful, and I like kissing you.” I spoke softly leaning forward and smothering his lips with the warm wetness of my mouth.
He resisted for a second, but I pressed my weight further into him feeling his body shifting and angling towards me. His right knee slanted outwards hovering just above my left leg which was curled on top of the mattress to accommodate the shift bumping up against the inner side of my right leg that was bent at the knee with the sole of my foot on the mattress. His right hand tucked up under my back and his left hand reached up gently pressing up against my right cheek when he leaned forward slightly for the kiss. My mouth tugged on his lower lip, my teeth nibbling on it gently hearing the boy sigh in contentment before I pressed them more firmly against his wet ruby red fleshiness. I could feel the wound up tension inside the petite boy’s frame slipping away as he shook in delight responding to every little nuance of my inquisitive hands and body language.
The typical characteristic timid shyness of the boy now only lingered on the fringes of his awareness as we both leaned towards one another hungering for the simple contact between two warm blooded bodies. My lips parted slightly and my tongue slithered outwards probing gently against the smaller boy’s lips as if knocking lightly asking for permission to enter. I could taste, smell, hear, and feel every nuance of the younger boy making me reel in anticipation of the possibilities from where things could go from here. Our Social Studies was long forgotten; lying on the flat surface of the mattress, while the two of us now began focusing on Biology instead. I wasn’t a big fan of the subject, but conducting physical experiments could surely change my way of thinking on the topic.
The fingers of my right hand once more began to trace down the soft silkiness of Joey’s right thigh. There was just something so damn sexy hot about his legs as I let my hand linger there for a few moments while I once more focused on Joey’s tasty mouth. My tongue gained access and probed inwards. It bumped up against his proboscis and they began to dance around sensuously making both of us moan and shiver yearningly. All reservations between the two of us melted at that moment and my right hand dipped between his legs, ducking beneath the leg opening, and sliding under the netted material. My fingers wrapped around the smaller boy’s scrotum and extremely hard erection. Everything was warm and soggy down there as I forced the netted material off to the side hearing Joey moan inside my mouth which oddly enough was uniquely sexy hot. It made me whimper in response, caving in to the sensations all around and inside of my own body as it began to quiver in shameless anticipation.
His body trembled and I felt his penis jolt inside of my cupped hand while his testicles lurched when they contracted. He was so damn ripe and ready for the taking. It was obvious he was horny as all fuck by this turn of events and so was I. Any lingering regrets had now been tossed to the side once our mouths had connected together in the sexual foreplay of life that has been going on for thousands of years. This had become a full blown boy on boy sexual encounter and I didn’t hold back wanting to experience it to the full extent with no regrets or second thoughts.
I pulled back slightly, our lips separating and once again connected by a small string of our combined spittle for a few seconds before it too broke while we both inhaled gasping for air. I slithered off the edge of the bed and on to my knees positioning myself between his slightly spread feet on the edge of the mattress. Joey’s eyes were still closed and gasping for air when I reached forward wrapping my hands around his hips and pulling him slightly towards me. His feet slipped off the edge of the bed and dangled towards the floor while his body settled down a bit flatter on to the mattress with his head resting on his pillow. Joey’s clear blue eyes fluttered open looking down the length of his sleek body and into my eyes.
My hands slid tenderly along his thighs and across the bulge of his erection forming a nice sized tent in his shorts. My fingers lightly traced across his stiff bulge with his penis lurching from the brief contact before my hands slid under his shirt. His skin felt silky smooth and warm beneath my fingers making me tremble because this was really sensuous. Everything about Joey made me lust for him and I began to realize just how sexy it was to enjoy the simple things like the way his skin felt, the scent of his clean boyish scent, and hearing the little moans and groans of satisfaction he made when I did something that pleased him. Even now he was squirming around a little making soft gurgling sounds because my fingers were tracing around his dime sized firm little boy nipples. Damn, I never knew a boy’s titty nub could be so fucking sexy hot, but they were, as I now gave them the slightest of pinches feeling Joey respond by bucking, my eyes watching his hips as they rose forcing the small tenting of his shorts to tremble.
Damn, even knowing that Joey’s penis was twitching around wildly beneath his shorts made me shiver. Leaning forward I pressed my weight on top of his and could feel his erection digging into my upper stomach and lower chest. Even the feel of him up against my body was sexually erotic as I tugged his shirt upwards before leaning down and blowing softly along his stomach. Joey giggled and squirmed from the air tickling across his sensitive skin. I blew on it some more watching as goose bumps began to form on his skin before leaning in and kissing him lightly just above his outtie belly button.
Joey giggled again obviously enjoying the little bit of foreplay and I smiled before running my wet tongue around his belly button while my hands ran up and down his sides and across his chest ever so gently. I was using all of my senses now as I touched, smelled, probed, and listened to every nuance of his boyish sexiness. His breathing had become erratic and his body continued to tremble in delight at the extra attention I was lavishing on him. Pressing my lips over the nub of his belly button I began to suckle on it and ran my tongue all around the edges and over the top, my fingers tweaking his nipples. He squirmed and yipped cutely when I gave his button nub a little nibble and I could feel his rigid penis jerk in response.
Leaning back I ran my hand along his sides and tugged gently on his shorts. He seemed into what we were doing and automatically lifted up his hips letting me slide his shorts downwards. They tugged briefly when his erection caught on the elastic waistband for a second, but it didn’t take much to slip it past his rigid tuber with the little sprig popping backwards against his blank slate once it was freed making a cute little slapping sound which made both of us giggle. Joey looked on in wild eyed wonderment while I tugged his shorts off his legs letting them drop to the floor. All his inhibitions had flittered out the window leaving behind a boy in the throes of pubescent urges as we both eyed his erection which twitched and moved around on its own as if it had suddenly come alive.
We both paused for several long moments completely captivated by the show. My eyes took it all in, the smoothness of his skin, the firmness of his chest and stomach as they rose and fell with each breath, his cute rigid reddened spike with its plum colored glans, his small yet pliable brownish pink colored scrotum, the two small cherry sized testicles that contracted on their own every time his penis jerked in anticipation, and those long sleek spindly like legs. Reaching out I ran my hands along his thigh all the way up towards his crotch brushing the back of my fingers along his soft ball sack.
Damn, it was all so fucking sexy hot and I took my time savoring the moment while also allowing Joey to enjoy the epicurean emotions. His head was propped up slightly on the pillow and he gaped at what I was doing obviously enjoying the sensations my light tender touch over his body was providing him. His coy timorous nature had long since faded away replaced by a kind of unreserved curiosity. Even his damp musky scent began to waft around in the air as if inviting me closer. I didn’t hesitate and leaned in to lightly brush my lips just on the inside of his right thigh next to his heavy truffles. My tongue tickled his sensitive skin and I breathed in his earthy sex scent, the intoxicating fragrance making me dizzy to the point where the entire room began to spin. It was as if I had become some sort of drunken sailor who had a bit too much grog to drink.
Slowly I began to come back to my senses pulling back from the compulsive temptation which threatened to draw me in and never let me go like one of those Siren’s in Greek mythology that lured sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on their rocky coast of their island. I shifted towards my left feeling Joey’s right leg curling up under my left armpit and along my left side while my eyes slowly came back into focus. I stared at his beautiful little cocklet and sagging testicles the wonderment of something so special providing me with a unique kind of high.
This was the first time I’ve really been able to study Joey up close and personal, or any boy for that matter. Of course I’ve seen both Marty and Joey naked, but I’ve never really studied what I was beginning to realize was fantastically remarkable. I’ve looked at and have studied my own body before, but never really this closely and at this kind of angle. It was oddly strange being able to simply take a close look at something so private. At first glance you’d think a boy’s erection was smooth and perfectly cylindrical in shape, but I was beginning to find out this sort of assumption was uniquely wrong. I’ve jacked off plenty of times and it always felt as if I had a smooth cock with my pumping fists gliding effortlessly along its sleek skin.
Upon closer inspection I could begin to make out all those thinly webbed veins along his rigid tube and just beneath Joey’s tautly wrapped skin, each one of them creating their own pattern. Some even knotted outwards slightly creating little bumps and curves along the surface of the skin. All along the length and breadth of his tube were little bumps, lumps, and contusions while at the root of his peg was a sort of soft rolled ring of loose skin almost stretched out smoothly but not quite. Even his tube wasn’t actually totally cylindrical in shape, rather kind of broader from side to side than top and underside.
“Beautiful,” I whispered glancing up into Joey’s eyes while he continued to stare at his erection as it bobbed and weaved with each beat of his thundering heart inside his chest.
Reaching out I gently took his rigid sprig in my fingers rolling it around so I could have a better look. “Oh…oh fuck,” I heard Joey hiss with his hips rocking upwards while his fingers automatically wrapped around the folds of his blanket.
His penis twitched when I touched him and I could see his little marbles contract upwards because of the feeling it sent throughout his insides. For a second I thought maybe I had inadvertently made him orgasm, but it was obvious the reaction had simply been due to the unexpected contact. I smiled and continued to study his penis because I was curious about it. There was a thick vein running along one side beginning at the top before it sort of shifted off towards the right side of his erection. His glans was slightly longer than the length of his shaft and I could clearly see his circumcision scar just beneath the ridge of his bullet. His erection was pinking up while his knob was turning a plum color.
His tuber felt oddly stiff yet pliable at the same time while also very warm and a bit slicked up from sweating. Letting go of his rigid sprig I cupped his testicles feeling them contracting slightly from the contact. His fleshy scrotum felt warm, damp, and kind of mushy soft with all sorts of tiny fragmented little wrinkles. He had that fine dusting of vellum hairs barely noticeable in some places and his bag had a healthy kind of pinkish brown color along with the same kind of spidery web like patterns on his penis and smooth pubic mound.
The smaller boy was all warm and sweaty down below, but I didn’t mind because I knew it was just a part of him and he was clean having just taken a shower not all too long ago. My fingers wandered downwards between his sweaty butt cheeks once more touching that little pink grommet. The sweaty ringlet clenched shut tight and I could feel Joey shivering at the sensuous like touch making me smile and lean forward.
My lips brushed up lightly against the smaller boy’s small sleek erection, the warmth of it appealing to my senses. I felt it jolt at the ever so slight contact settling down and allowing me to roll my lips along his short length. I slurped his little worm into my mouth feeling the younger boy jolt and quiver. When his little pucker relaxed slightly I tried to insert my finger inside of him, but it didn’t yield, once more refusing me entry.
“Oh…oh gawd, L-Latham,” I heard the boy squeak and start to squirm around.
He was about to explode and I didn’t want that yet so I spit out his little jig hearing him moan in protest while I once more was nearly knocked over when his sexy boy scent wafted up into my nose. It was powerful and overwhelming, drawing me towards his nether regions. I yearned for more of that heady earthy scent so reached beneath Joey’s knees forcing them up towards the mattress and outwards. I buried my nose just beneath his soft nut sack inhaling deeply while flicking my tongue along his Gooch, the perineum or line just beneath his testicled bag that ran all the way to his pink organic sink hole. Everything was warm and damp between his legs with a mixture of heady boy scent and a clean soapy fragrance. It made my head pound as I delved deeper needing to know what he tasted like down there.
Pushing my hands against the underside of his knees I rolled him upwards surprised he didn’t even resist and ran my tongue downwards. Joey placed his own hands beneath the crook of his knees holding himself in a rolled up positing and spreading apart his butt cheeks even further for me. I thought it would have a nasty taste to it, but to my surprise the underside of his boy bag and Gooch didn’t taste bad at all. Not even when my tongue flicked between the warm curved shaped split between his two fleshy pillows. The scent was a tad pungent at first, but then it shifted into something a bit more pleasant.
Emboldened I shoved my nose even deeper and flicked my tongue outwards getting a taste of his pink fleshy pooter. Once again I was surprised because it didn’t taste like poop or anything. It was a tad pungent but not in a bad way as I began to rim him with my tongue hearing the kid moan in pleasure. His entire body shivered at the moist contact of my tongue making me quiver lustfully as well. I was completely damp beneath my shorts and underwear from my own leaking spigot. The damn thing wanted some action too, but it would have to wait because I had begun my biology studies with the smaller boy and needed to complete that experiment first.
My proboscis continued to rim him getting the boy good and wet before I tried to pierce his virginal grotto with my tongue. Like with my finger it refused to yield. It surprised me at first how I didn’t seem frustrated about it and then realized in some ways this was kind of appealing to know that something so sacred wouldn’t give itself up so lightly.
“Oh god Latham…I…I’m going to bust,” Joey whimpered reaching down and wrapping his fingers in my hair and drawing me upwards guiding me towards his pulsating erection. “Finish me off…please,” he pleaded with me knowing all this probing and prodding had slowly been building him up for an epic orgasm.
Knowing he was close I wrapped my warm lips around his nozzle slurping up his todger into my mouth. My hand began to squeeze his supple truffles while I bobbed my head up and down. Suddenly he hissed with his hips shoving upwards pumping forcefully while he pressed his hands up against the back of my head shoving it downwards so he could face fuck me with his little two and three quarter inch pecker. Three thrusts later and I felt his erection flare outwards releasing a palpitation.
“Aaaaaaarph,” He grunted with his first fluttering pulse spitting out a small droplet of cum that hit the roof of my mouth making my eyes bug out.
The last time I sucked him off his penis hadn’t been able to spit anything out until the very end as if suddenly puberty had decided to make its presence known, but this time around it shot a small little droplet of his boy milk with his very first pulse. I slurped it up eagerly and swallowed the meager yet flavorful globule closing my eyes and shivering because I loved how it tasted. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be swallowing another boy’s cream smoothie, yet here I was not only slurping it down, but relishing it and wanting more. Soon it would shift in flavor, becoming heavier and snottier with a more musky earthy kind of flavor making me wonder if I would still enjoy milking him for his life giving seed. For now though, it was pure virginal syrupiness. The only sad part was at this point he was still eeking out only a small little drip of sweet honeyed nectar.
After resisting the temptation Joey had finally caved, his pubescent hormones getting the better of him as he began to enjoy the interaction between him and the older boy. The other day in the locker room he had relished what happened and understood sometimes boys did this sort of thing together. It had felt incredible, but tonight he had become concerned about maybe being gay because he also enjoyed kissing the older boy. Latham had a girlfriend so he knew the older boy wasn’t gay, but he never even thought about girls much and it worried him what this meant.
Despite his concern he couldn’t resist the temptation of feeling Latham’s wonderful hands and lips all over him. The older boy hadn’t disappointed him either. It was as if the teen knew what pushed his buttons. It baffled him how someone like Latham could even want to do something like this with a guy like him. The other boy was absolutely drop dead gorgeous not to mention really well liked by most kids at his school. Joey was kind of a loner and he thought himself plain looking, so to have a boy like Latham actually doing something this splendid for him was beyond awesome. So far it had only been Joey getting pleasured, but lately he’s been thinking what it would be like to touch the older boy in a sexual kind of way or maybe even suck him off like what had happened to him in the locker room. He loved the way the other boy had a nice thick erection and was looking forward to actually returning the favor.
The older boy was now doing some weird stuff to him, but he groaned enjoying every moment of it and felt the familiar rise deep down inside of his body. Unable to take it any longer he warned the teen and wasn’t disappointed feeling the familiar warm wetness covering his small pre-pubescent penis. It felt totally wicked inside Latham’s mouth, and before he knew it he had suddenly began to thrust his hips trying to bury his little nail as far inside his friend as possible. Then suddenly without warning he felt it pulsate and knew he had spit his seed inside the other boy’s mouth sending a rippling sensation of ecstasy throughout his insides. It wasn’t just the euphoria of rapture that he felt, but also the exultation of knowing he was now at the cusp of pubescent evolution transitioning into the next stage of his development. He couldn’t wait for change and it was Latham who had propelled there. Suddenly his body seized up and he tried to stifle his orgasmic grunts of pleasure.
With a brief pause after his initial fluttering palpitation, Joey’s penis suddenly went wild inside my mouth as it squirmed around and contracted several times, but this time shooting blanks. Each time his penis rattled inside my mouth his testicles would draw up tightly before bouncing back downwards. It felt like there was a tennis match going on inside of his ball sack.
Joey continued to squirm around with one hand having dropped down to the blanket wringing his fingers around the fabric while his other hand clamped over his mouth trying to muffle the yipping noises he was making during his orgasmic rapture. “Eeeep, eeep, uuumph, umph,” I heard his muffled squelching noises as his climax ran its course and with one final thrusting heave he collapsed on to the mattress his breathe rasping in his chest as he sucked in air.
His penis remained hard and I kept suckling on it for several seconds until Joey couldn’t take it anymore and began shoving my head off of his sensitive pickle. I pulled off of him and saw it slapping against his bare pubic mound still stiff as a nail and bouncing around wildly. It took me a second to realize the crazy like bobbing was the combined result of his pounding heart that was thundering wildly in his chest and latent spastic contraction from his recent orgasm. It was the strangest thing to watch since I’ve never paid that much attention to a spent penis before with the damn thing remaining rigid while it wriggled and jiggled around like some wild snake.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…that was…that was…fuck-tabular,” Joey wheezed trying to gulp down air and regain his composure while I eagerly scrutinized his statuesque nakedness.
There was simply something about the way a boy looked after he’s climaxed with his body slumped in total blissful calmness of satiated euphoria. It made me want to capture the moment with another picture, but I didn’t want to break the special moment so simply gazed on while his penis slowly began to deflate and shrivel up until nothing but his knob remained visible.
“Oh god you are just so fucking beautiful Joey, and you’ve got one sexy hot ass.” I admitted out loud while gulping and shaking my head as I looked at him in wild-eyed wonderment realizing I’ve never truly appreciated a boy’s beauty until now.
The smaller boy glanced down at me and smiled shyly because I was scrutinizing his naked body closely. “I can’t believe you did that,” he giggled timidly while I glanced up questioningly. “You know, lick my ass, but it was…,” he paused scrunching up his eyes, “I don’t know, it felt totally awesome I guess…you know kind of ticklish in a very nice way.” He admitted shyly because this was sort of something really naughty and I could tell he wasn’t sure what to think about what happened and even I was starting to wonder why I had done it.
“Oh…um…yeah. I was kind of curious. I mean at first I thought it would be kind of nasty…you know, but it really wasn’t. I wish you weren’t so tight down there though because it would have been nice to finger you…um…you know stick it up inside of you.” I stated out loud, surprising myself that I would admit something so out of bounds, even for two curious sex crazed boys our age.
After all, this was something gay people did I thought to myself scrunching up my face in thought before Joey’s voice brought me out of my momentary musings. “Huh, why’d you want to do something like that?” He asked sounding a bit taken aback yet also curious about it.
Shrugging my shoulders I tried to explain what I understood about it. “I don’t know…I mean it’s supposed to feel good. From what I’ve heard there’s something inside us down there that when you brush up against it is supposed to feel wickedly awesome.”
“Really, I’d think it would hurt something awful.” He countered scrunching up his face.
“Yeah I suppose, but I guess if you start with a finger it can be stretched out slowly and after doing it several times it gets easier with some guys allowing someone to stick their dick inside.” I admitted not really realizing I was actually saying it out loud.
“What,” he hissed, “no fucking way.” He gasped noisily his deep blue swirling eyes cutting through me as if to see whether or not I was serious.
He stared at me hard for a moment and then glanced away his cheeks turning red as if thinking over what I had just told him. I could tell he began to wonder what it would be like to do something like that with someone else. Even I began to speculate for the umpteenth time how it would feel to shove myself up inside of him and doing something considered so forbidden and frowned upon in our society. The idea of it appealed to me as we both fell silent deep in our own thoughts. He was still recuperating in the aftermath of his euphoric orgasmic explosion; his limp body drooping in contentment as he pondered my words while my eyes once more wandered over his beautiful nakedness. The younger boy’s limp noodle had pulled tightly up against his pale porcelain smooth pubic mound with only the tip of his nub visible at the moment. It was all shiny and wet still with that small roll like ring pressing up against the ridge of his glans now that he no longer had any length to his shaft.
It was as if that was all he had for a shaft anymore, the small little ringlet that had thickened and puffed up now in its softened state, but I knew it would once more elongate slightly here in the next several moments. In a few months things would be different for him though because he would begin to mature more down there with his penis broadening and lengthening. It would be kind of neat to actually witness his transition.
Curious about his little stumpy, I reached out and tugged on it a little with my thumb and finger seeing him wince because he was still a little sensitive. Being careful, I stretched it out intrigued by just how elastic it was at the moment noticing how even the roll of skin towards the base of his exposed shaft stretched and thinned out.
Then I began to sense the ache of blue balls deep inside my own scrotum making me wince because it really started to hurt. Between Jewels and Joey I was in a hyper sensitive state at the moment. Joey must have noticed because he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt drawing me up towards him. Our lips connected and he kissed me hungrily now taking charge and wrapping his hands around my waist. I was horny as fuck and didn’t want to mess around anymore so I stood up on wobbly legs and placed my hand against the back wall leaning my body over the smaller boy who gazed up his eyes widening when he noticed the large bulge waiting for release.
The bed was only a single, so narrow, giving Joey easy access to my shorts since I was leaning over him and he took advantage of it. He glanced up into my eyes and smirked hungrily making me realize that up until now he hasn’t even had the chance to have his own fun with me. His fingers shook as he unsnapped the button on my shorts and tugged the zipper downwards.
My eyes were watching him closely and I winced when his fingers fumbled and brushed up against my underwear covered erection when he unzipped my shorts. Without hesitating he reached up and yanked down my shorts and briefs at the same time. My thick erection also got in the way, like Joey’s had when I tugged on his shorts, and it took another harder tug to finally release my glistening wet log from confinement. It wasn’t just damp from sweat because the room was hot, but also tacky from the amount of pre-cum I had been oozing. Joey’s eyes widened in anticipation and he reached out toward my erection and I shivered in anticipation realizing no one’s ever really touched me down there yet.
Just then we heard a voice in the hallway calling out Joey’s name. It was a woman’s voice, and I instinctively knew it had to be Joey’s mom who was heading towards the living room as if to see if he was there.
“Oh fuck,” Joey hissed in apprehensive surprise while I nearly jumped out of my skin with both of us scrambling to get covered up before she made her way back to his room.
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End of Chapter Fifteen: Social Studies Versus Biology
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EXCERPT FROM JEWELS
Chuckling I couldn’t believe all the action I’ve been getting lately. This whole damn puberty thing was too fucking confusing, while at the same time absolutely fucking fantastic. I mean one minute I’m lusting after girls, then the next moment boys, and then right back to girls, but always it left me breathless experiencing something wonderful. I was being bounced all over the place emotionally and began to feel like one of those steel ball bearings in a pinball machine with the paddles slapping against me sending me in various directions.
“Damn hormones and puberty,” I mumbled to myself feeling my erection rapidly deflating now, but leaving behind the familiar dull ache of blue balls in its wake.
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SOCIAL STUDIES VERSUS BIOLOGY
Just then Joey stepped into the small living room area my gaze settling on his sleek physique taking it all in. He was barefoot, but looked snazzy and stylish in the clothes he had selected to wear. In school he tended to be very casual with jeans and a regular tee shirt. Even now what he had on was kind of casual, but also with a bit of style and panache. The younger boy had slipped into a pale powdery blue Tommy Hilfiger short sleeved polo shirt with the small patch on the chest. For his bottoms he had chosen to put on a pair of white colored Ralph Lauren Boys’ Athletic Jersey Shorts with an Americana-inspired crest patch at the front right hem, dark blue stripes along the hem and edges, and a Ralph Lauren’s signature embroidered Big Pony emblem completing the aesthetic look and making for a sharp country spirit kind of look.
I’ve looked at the same pair of shorts myself the last time when Pop’s had taken me and Marty to the store shopping. On Joey it looked sexy hot because at the moment his shorts sort of clung to his body since he was still slightly damp from his hot shower. Seeing the boy’s small bulge made me swallow because I could actually see a bit of skin coloration through the white fabric since it was slightly wet. My eyes didn’t linger long in any one spot even though I was tempted to stare at his boy danglies for a while longer.
“You look…really nice.” I heard Joey comment his soft voice drifting towards me while I shrugged my shoulders.
“Yeah, I’ve been to these apartments before so wasn’t sure if it would be a bit chilly inside or not.” I replied since I had opted for a long sleeved shirt and pullover sweater vest with Joey nodding his head.
“I know…it can get a little cool if we turn on the air conditioning for some reason in these apartments. We haven’t turned ours on yet with mom saying it is likely to cool down again at some point. Can I get you something to drink?” He asked with me shaking my head and waiving off the offer indicating I was fine. “Did Jewel’s leave you here all alone to wait for me?” He asked a bit peeved she would leave company all alone with me shaking my head again and gesturing with my thumb towards the door.
“Oh…um…no. She waited until you got out of the shower keeping me company before leaving just now. She said something about her friends waiting already downstairs. I didn’t know she was your sister…um…I mean stepsister. Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I asked watching as he shrugged his shoulders and motioned for me to follow him so I picked up my bag and caught up to him.
He kept his voice low in the hallway and closed the door behind us when we stepped into his room. “It’s just she’s so popular and all in school…you know, and I’m just her dorky little brother so don’t want to mess it up for her. You know how it is in school.” He stated matter-of-factly making me furl my eyebrows.
“Don’t ever say that Joey. You’re not a dork. I wish you’d stop doing that you know. I mean always putting yourself down because you aren’t as old as the rest of us. You’re not some lame kid or anything and you’d be surprised how many of the guys really like you. It’s just you are so shy all the time and keep to yourself. My friends all think you are a pretty cool guy all things considering, and so do I.” I responded back to him noticing the smaller boy blush over my compliment.
“Geeze for real Joey, does your sister even think that way about you?” I asked seriously with him suddenly getting defensive.
“No…don’t talk about her like that. She’s really nice you know, not like a lot of her stuck-up friends. I’m the one who always avoids her in school. I just don’t want to mess it up for her since she’s so popular and all. Besides, if the guys in school knew she was my sister they’d just want to be friends with me because of her.” He pointed out while I rolled my eyes.
“Well duh, she is sexy hot you know. Damn, just sitting in the living room with her made me pop a stiffie.” I teased with him flushing red and looking away nervously while nodding his head.
“Y-you like her don’t you?” He asked nervously looking away from me as if I had hurt his feelings somehow.
“Well duh, like I said she’s sexy hot and all. Not to mention she really is pretty cool; not like the other popular girls who won’t even give a guy the time of day. Even though she’s popular I always see her chatting with just about everyone. Hell, she even says hello and waives to me in school. Did I mention she’s sexy hot?” I sighed shaking my head recalling seeing her sitting on the couch as she spread open her legs exposing her girly slit for a moment.
Glancing over towards the smaller boy I could see my words had sort of stung him as he held down his head looking a bit sad now with his back slightly turned towards me. Setting down my book bag, I stepped up closer to him feeling kind of bad now because I had meant it as a sort of tease, but I guess having to live with a drop dead gorgeous sister while he sort of went under the radar could make things a bit awkward.
“Well, anyway, you know what they say about boys our age and girls?” I spoke softly leaning in with my lips next to his ear while he shook his head back and forth sadly making me wince since I had hurt his feelings. “Girls come and go, but a guy’s friend will always be there no matter what.” I told him softly wrapping my arm around his shoulders and over the front of his chest pulling him to me.
“Listen Joey, you’re my friend, and a girl like Jewels can only be a fantasy for guys like me. Besides, believe it or not you are sexy hot too.” I chuckled while my right hand drifted down cupping his giggle berries through his shorts giving them a gentle squeeze.
The smaller boy jolted in surprise and I felt his penis rise to the occasion as it instantly swelled with him clamping his hand on top of mine to stop what I was doing. “For Pete’s sake,” he moaned and shivered despite trying to stop what I was doing. “I thought we were here to work on our Social Studies project.” He giggled making me smile because he had perked right up by my sincere comment regarding how I felt about him.
“Yeah, but I’d rather study biology with you.” I mumbled back in protest inhaling his sweet soapy scent and boyish body musk which made me a bit lightheaded for a moment.
The younger boy giggled shaking his head. “Damn, are you always like this around your friends?” He teased while I grinned shaking my head and flushing at his innuendo.
“No, just you.” I chuckled. “Besides, I haven’t heard you complaining any.” I teased back with my fingers fondling and stroking his small nail through the fabric of his shorts hearing him sigh and feeling him quivering slightly.
“Come-on, we better get started on our project.” He whispered softly wiggling out of my embrace and blushing as he tried to sort out the stiffie inside his shorts while I did the same a bit disappointed that he didn’t want to play even though he seemed kind of into it.
Looking around inside his room I noticed it was the master bedroom. Some of my friends lived in the same complex of apartment buildings and they were all laid out fairly similar. Even though it was the master bedroom it still wasn’t all that big, made even smaller by the fact there were back to back book shelves butted up against each other splitting the room in half. Each book shelf had a solid backing and a small desk area with a chair. That’s when it dawned on me that he was sharing the room with his stepsister. The bookshelves created a sort of barrier from her side of the room to his side. There was a line attached to the corner of one of the bookshelves that connected to the corner wall where the door was and I realized there was a curtain that could be drawn shut creating a sort of closed off area on the other half of the room.
It was obvious that the side with the curtain had to be Jewel’s side of the room. Joey noticed me looking around the room and he blushed seemingly embarrassed by it. The apartment was only a two bedroom unit so of course with an adult and two kids something had to be set up.
“It’s all we can afford.” Joey spoke up sounding self-conscious about the situation. “Mom tries real hard and works two jobs to make ends meet. We tried it with her and Jewels sharing the same room, but with mom’s schedule it just doesn’t work. I really don’t mind.” He tried to explain looking like he was going to burst into tears because even though he said he didn’t mind, who shares a room with an older sister much less one who is their stepsister.
It was obvious this was upsetting to him, but I really didn’t think much of it. To me it sounded like his mom was a hard worker and good provider to not only her own son, but a daughter who wasn’t even her flesh and blood. After all his mom didn’t have to take on the responsibility of the teenager since she wasn’t her daughter, and Joey didn’t have to either since she wasn’t his real sister. Both him and his mom sacrificed a lot and it was obvious by the way Jewels behaved the teen also appreciated the effort. She hadn’t complained about the situation when she explained it to me, and in fact was very thankful to have a loving home and people she could call family. That’s what it is all about in the end I suppose.
I took a seat in the chair on his half of the room with Joey taking my lead and taking a seat on his bed which was only a single making total sense because of the limited space. “Listen, Jewels told me about the situation with her dad and real mom.” I smiled encouragingly spreading apart my hands and shrugging my shoulders. “It sounds to me like you and your mom have sacrificed a lot.” I began with him sitting up straighter, shaking his head vigorously, and getting defensive.
“Oh no…it’s not like that at all Latham,” he began to protest with me holding up my hand and waving off his concerns.
“I know that Joey. I’m just saying…your mom is doing the best she can under the circumstances and so are you and Jewels. You’re a family and that is what families do. I know what it’s like…you know…with a family trying to make ends meet. I may have been pretty young at the time, but I knew my own parents lived from paycheck to paycheck. We didn’t have a lot either back then.” I told him softly with the smaller boy gazing over towards me trying to gauge my sincerity before flashing me a small grin in appreciation for understanding.
“Besides,” I grinned back. “There are both positives and negatives to having a stepsister sleeping in the same room.” I added leaving it there with Joey stepping up to the plate and taking the bait.
“And those are?” He wondered curiously making me smile.
“Well, you can honestly tell everyone that you sleep next to a hot chick every night.” I chuckled seeing him screwing up his face looking at me a bit distastefully.
“Ewe, she’s like my sister you know.” He replied disgustedly.
“Stepsister,” I pointed out but nodding my head. “Yeah, but I get it.” I replied because even though Jewels wasn’t related to Joey by blood they’ve been together as brother and sister since he was still a little boy.
“Geeze, if that’s supposed to be the positive I’d hate to know what the negative part of this whole arrangement could be.” He shuddered at the idea of anything hinting towards a sexual kind of relationship between him and Jewels even though technically speaking there wouldn’t be anything wrong with it.
“Well, there’s no privacy so you can…um…you know?” I chuckled giving the universal jacking off sign by raising my fist and motioning back and forth.
Joey’s eyes bulged outwards and he blushed looking away and shrugging his shoulders. “Oh come on dude, it’s just the two of us here so you don’t have to be embarrassed by it. I mean we all do it.” I chuckled while the smaller boy looked away a bit ashamed and I screwed up my eyebrows with it suddenly dawning on me what the issue was. “Dude…for real, you still haven’t…I mean…I know the other day in the shower you said it had been…um…like your first time and all, but still…,” I paused noticing the mortified look on his face that I knew he still didn’t jack off yet making me sigh and kick myself for teasing him like this instead of trying to be there as a friend.
We both fell silent for a moment while I sat there wondering why he still didn’t jack off considering he seemed to enjoy sex from what I could tell by the little escapades we had over the last few days. Sure it was kind of tough considering the situation with the sleeping arrangements, but still every boy seems to be able to find some way of relieving their hormonal adolescent urges.
“I’m sorry Joey, I just assumed that since the two of us…um…you know the other day in the shower and yesterday in the locker room…,” I left it hanging as I leaned over and placed my hand on his knee with him biting his lower lip and looking at me a bit nervously. “I don’t understand Joey…you still don’t…you know…jack off?” I asked gently letting him know I was just trying to understand as he gazed back into my eyes and shrugged his shoulders.
Looking over towards his door to make sure it was closed Joey leaned forward almost conspiratorially. “It’s just…,” he scrunched up his face seriously before gesturing around the room. “Shit Latham, it’s not like I have any real privacy. I mean at night my balls ache and I want to…you know, but I can’t, not with Jewels right over there.” He tried to explain seriously when it dawned on me he thought the only time he could jack off was in bed at night which made me begin to chuckle because it was just too hilarious and naïve like of the younger boy.
I could tell me laughing about it upset him so I held up my hand apologetically. “Damn dude…,” I continued to chuckle despite the frown Joey flashed me. “Listen Joey, didn’t anyone talk to you about this stuff. I mean, sure a lot of guys tend to get horny as all fuck in bed at night, but that isn’t the only place you can jack off you know. If you find other times during the day then it won’t be as bad for you when you go to bed at night.” I chuckled with the smaller boy glaring at me for a second before exhaling softly.
“It’s not like I can talk to anyone about this stuff Latham. Hell, do you know how embarrassing it is not to know some of this stuff. It’s not like I’ve got any…you know…friends I hang out with to talk about it.” He paused blushing and looking away at the admission making me feel sad about it because I simply didn’t understand how he couldn’t have any friends since he was a pretty cool guy.
Joey rolled his shoulders and continued his train of thought. “I’m definitely not going to talk to Jewels about this and there’s no way in hell I’m going to discuss it with my mom.” He added defensively while I held up my hand in a truce.
“Sorry,” I apologized getting a bit more serious and thinking things through with his situation in mind. “I take it that you really don’t get any privacy in your room?” I asked with him shaking his head.
“No, not really. It’s not like if she leaves the room that I can close it and have any privacy. Mom doesn’t like me to be alone, so one of them are always hanging around. Even though Jewels knocks before coming in, it’s still too dangerous and mom never really knocks on the door simply coming inside. Jewels has a curtain, but sometimes it is embarrassing if I’m in my room getting changed or something. Jewels is cool about it always careful making sure I’m decent and all, but it does get embarrassing with mom sometimes.” He explained.
“What about the bathroom?” I asked with him giggling and shaking his head.
“Have you ever tried living with two women and one bathroom? They are always kicking me out so they can primp and mess about with their hair or make-up.” He explained with me nodding sympathetically about his situation.
“Yeah, that’s an issue alright. Well, if you can’t do it in your room, try while taking a shower or something. I’m sure there’s a lock on the bathroom door and probably the only time they won’t literally kick you out.” I suggested with him nodding his head.
“I never really thought about trying it while taking a shower.” He chuckled with it dawning on him just how naïve he had been now that it had been brought up; especially, since his first experience had happened in a shower. “Geeze, you must think I’m a real boob.” He sighed shaking his head while I leaned over patting his knee again.
“Dude, you really need to stop doing that to yourself. You were right…you know. I mean how are you supposed to know about these things since you don’t have anyone you can talk to. Listen, I know it’s tough, but you are going to have to talk to your mom.” I suggested with his eyes flaring open in shock, emphatically shaking his head no.
“Oh, hell no. There’s no way I’m going to talk to her about jacking off and stuff.” He stated forcefully while I began laughing again and shaking my head.
“No, not that…geeze for real dude.” I continued to chuckle seeing his confusion. “Listen, it’s some of the other things you can talk to her about. Just tell her politely that you would appreciate it if she’d knock from now on before coming inside the room. Believe me I’m sure you won’t even need to explain anything to her. She will understand, but right now she still thinks of you like her little five year old boy or something. Once you ask her, she will get the hint.” I suggested with him smiling at me and nodding his head thinking maybe it was a good idea.
“As for jacking off, well, you will just have to sort of figure it out like the rest of us.” I chuckled knowing he will still be on a learning curve with not only figuring out when to do it, but also how to go about it since he’s never pleasured himself. “It might be a little more difficult for you to find the time and privacy because of your situation, but believe me you will find a way. Besides, now that you are squirting if you don’t take care of things you might end up having wet dreams and I’m sure you don’t want that to happen.” I giggled while his eyes bugged out because he hadn’t thought about that sort of thing.
“C-could that really happen if I…I…,” he paused a bit horrified by the thought.
“Don’t clean your pipes,” I finished for him sniggering knowingly while he blushed for the umpteenth time at the terminology and I shrugged. “I suppose. All I know is that I don’t have wet dreams and I jack off all the time.” I added hearing him giggling as his eyes dropped down to the bulge between my legs while he licked his lips lustfully making me chuckle with my own eyes drifting down to his small bulge.
Damn, he looked so cute sitting there on the edge of the bed in his light blue colored shirt and white shorts which had ridden up a tad along his thighs and clung tightly around his little boy budgie. His shorts weren’t the long baggy kind which hung down past his knees, but rather ended along his thighs so that when he moved his legs I could just glimpse up inside the opening. Because of the way he was sitting I couldn’t quite make out anything definite yet, but I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to get some sneak previews at his fleshy little boy bits.
“Um, maybe we should get started,” Joey suggested reaching across his bed his shorts riding up a bit higher on him when he grabbed his paper pad and books he had sitting open next to his pillow.
His small frame twisted around a little when he reached for his stuff and I smiled giddily because he had such cute firm butt cheeks. The way his shorts rode up on him they had snuggled firmly against those fleshy orbs and I couldn’t help but stare openly at how cute he looked at the moment. Then when he rolled back over I noticed how his shorts where now pressed tightly up against his little boy ornaments, the outline of his two little cherries clearly visible along with the shape from the tip of his little bullet making me quiver lustfully and want to burry my nose in his crotch. Joey shifted around a little and tugged on the hems of his shorts straightening them out bringing me out of my stupor.
I wasn’t sure if it was the room itself or my lustful desires for the sexy twelve year old boy, but it was suddenly warm in the room. Peeling off my sleeveless cardigan sweater vest and setting it off to the side I rolled up the sleeves on my shirt feeling much more comfortable now as I glanced towards Joey who was still messing about trying to get into a more cozy position. My eyes traveled downwards towards the boy’s bare feet as I studied them for the first time. He had nice feet with thin toes that bent slightly. He looked comfy barefooted and after a quick internal debate removed my socks as well setting them with my sweater before stretching my toes and wriggling them around. Joey noticed and glanced down at them giggling because I was stretching and twisting them around before he grabbed his pillow and placed it against the back of the wall.
Reaching for my book bag I dug out my own pencil, pad, and book spreading them out on the small desk by my chair while Joey messed around with his cushion trying to fluff it up a bit. One side of his small bed was butted up against the off white painted wall as he now scooted backwards leaning up against his pillow while pulling up his knees with the soles of his feet planted flat on the edge of the mattress. He picked up his pad and pencil placing it on his left leg and knee using it as makeshift table and began flipping through the pages of his book which was spread open to the left of him on the mattress.
He began to lazily move his knees back and forth my eyes immediately drifting between his legs noticing how the silky fabric of his shorts was gently snuggled up against his crotch creating that distinctive outline of a boy’s most intimate and treasured areas. There was a tinge of skin coloration, the sort of typical brownish pink hues from the outline of his boy budgie and prong eeking through the white fabric making me shiver because it was just right there for the taking. It was like a tease, just enough of a hint at the prize the other boy had to offer up while also remaining squirreled away and safely wrapped in the fabric of its soft cocoon.
For a boy who was still a bit immature down there between his legs he sure managed to turn me on to no end. Not that he was small down there and if anything probably typical for a boy his age; no it was just that his stalk hadn’t blossomed yet to its dormant full potential. Staring at him now with his knees slightly spread open I began to realize just how much I wanted to be there and witness the event as he transitioned from pre-pubescence, to adolescence, and even maturity. Even though I would be around to witness my own full transformation, somehow it was different watching someone else go through the process. It was more intimate, more sexually charging, and my penis seemed to agree with the idea as it squirmed around between my legs.
Between my lustful naughty thoughts, catching a glimpse and feel of Joey’s stepsister’s snatch, and staring at the small bulge between Joey’s slightly spread open legs; I had managed to spring a leak from the spigot in my basement. Sighing, I tried to focus on Social Studies, even though at the moment I’d rather be studying biology, tearing my gaze away from the small lure between Joey’s little oasis, which tried to entice me like a worm on the end of a hook does a fish. Despite the tempting bait wriggling around between his legs I somehow managed to tear my gaze away from it and buckled down.
The younger boy told me what he had in mind and we began creating an outline for our project doing some basic research and jotting down notes. We went at it for a couple of hours putting together the beginnings of our report and started separating out different tasks we’d each do on our own before we could get back together the following week where we would begin assembling the report.
At some point I had scooted my chair towards the edge of the bed placing my feet up as well while jotting down notes. Every once in a while our feet would rub up against one another making me quiver while my erection, which never seemed to go away, constantly squirmed around in my shorts. I kept glancing over at Joey, my eyes naturally drifting down to the small knoll between his legs. It was distracting, but somehow the two of us managed to get plenty done in such a short period of time. Every so often when I glanced up I noticed Joey’s eyes flittering away and he’d blush from his own scrutiny of my boy trumpet, which left an indelible bulging outline in my shorts because it was hard as a rock. Even my drum set which weighed heavily between my legs created two distinctive rounded bulges in the fabric of my blue checked pair of shorts with them banging around as well within the confines of its protective sheath.
Scribbling down some more notes, I wiggled my toes around stretching them out because my foot was starting to fall asleep. I felt them brushing up against the petite digits of Joey’s feet and began enjoying the innocent play. Shifting my focus, I gazed at my feet studying how my toes were fiddling around and brushing up persistently along Joey’s petite tootsies. He responded by wriggling those cute little digits up against mine as our toes now performed a little dance together. It was interesting to watch, reminding me of how certain species would do different things as a breeding ritual for a potential mate.
Looking up into Joey’s face I grinned and silently chuckled because he was still occupied with his notes seemingly unaware of the foreplay our toes were engaged in. He simply looked scrumptious with those rosy cheeks on his soft boyish features. I watched him intently for several long moments before allowing my gaze to slowly drop downwards admiring his sleek physique until they finally settled to a stop in wide eyed wonderment between his legs. I literally had to swallow a lump in my throat while I gawked at his exposed right testicle which had flopped out of its webbed netting.
At some point the white fabric of his shorts along his right thigh had slipped off to the side creating a rather large opening. Until now I hadn’t realized Joey’s shorts had one of those webbed netting which was designed to hold a boy’s goods in place. Somehow his right cherry sized testicle had managed to slip free and was completely exposed now with the seam of the netted material splitting his soft avocado shaped scrotum right down the center. The seam of the material pressed up firmly against his suede like bag creating two distinctive rounded bulges; one that was completely exposed with the other one covered up by the hole riddled material. Not that it really mattered since the material was translucent for all practical purposes allowing me to clearly see not only the boy’s left fabric covered marble, but also the semi-soft fleshiness of his penis which seemed to have bloated slightly. He wasn’t completely hard, but sort of in-between at the moment which made things totally sexy hot for me.
Without thinking I stretched my right foot outwards brushing them along Joey’s inner thigh looking up to see his response. To my surprise he was still focused on his book and notes, but his right leg seemed to have swayed slightly outwards giving me even more access as I now wriggled my toes along his exposed right testicle. I felt the boy’s little truffle pull upwards at the unexpected contact and the boy finally flinched in surprise. With a wicked grin spread over my mug I once more glanced up into his face noticing how he had now stopped what he was doing and was intensely gazing back at me.
Wiggling my toes some more I felt the younger boy’s testicle react again as it contracted with my leering gaze once more dropping between his legs. I could see the fabric of the netting begin to pulse slightly and realized Joey’s penis was slowly rising to the occasion with each palpitation of his heartbeat. Shifting my toes I now began wriggling them against his rapidly rising sprig enjoying the sensation of how it felt going from a semi-soft state to a full blown erection. Even completely hard it was kind of small, but I loved how it felt as I kneaded the fleshy rubbery peg with my toes.
“Latham,” I heard his whimpered pleading whisper with my gaze shifting upwards to his deep swirling cobalt colored eyes. “I’m not so sure we should…,” he left the words unsaid with it my turn to sigh now and pull back planting my feet on to the floor and standing up not even bothering to hide my own swollen organ protruding obscenely from my shorts creating a tent out of them.
The younger boy watched me curiously while I crawled up on to the bed settling next to him on the right side. I leaned back against the wall bending my knees upwards and planting my bare feet on the end of the mattress next to Joey’s cute size seven booties. It had gotten completely quiet inside the warm room now with the only sound coming from our ragged breathes as we inhaled in and out rapidly. The air seemed to rasp in our chests while my heart fluttered wildly inside of me making me wonder if Joey’s thundered just as loudly.
My eyes dipped down between the younger boy’s legs, the opening on his shorts still spread open revealing the one single rounded little nugget in its soft leather sheath. It was enticingly sexy the way the seam of the boy’s webbed netting pulled the soft skin tightly over the small bulging truffle. It wasn’t the only thing which attracted my attention as I began to run my gaze over the smooth pale skin of his silky inner thighs. I loved his sleek wiry like limbs and moved my left hand over brushing my fingers lightly over the inside of his right knee rubbing them up and down a few times. I could hear Joey breathing raggedly next to me with his right knee sagging slightly outwards almost invitingly. I wasn’t sure if he was even aware of his suggestive offering, but allowed my fingers to trace softly downwards in an ever so slowly circular pattern feeling Joey’s skin trembling beneath my light touch.
The boy gurgled softly next to me trying to swallow making me smile knowingly. “W-what are you doing?” He asked in a soft like whisper barely noticeable between his rasping breaths.
“Just taking a break from Social Studies and working on Biology instead,” I offered up toothily noticing how Joey had slumped down slightly with his head leaning up against the pillow now while his mouth hung open slackly revealing pearly white teeth.
“B-but…m-my mom…eeeep,” he winced and chirped because my fingers had dipped between Joey’s crotch rolling his right little cherry sized truffle in my fingers all thoughts of his mom sleeping in the other room flittering away from the younger boy’s mind.
My body shivered and I looked down between his legs eyeing the oval shaped morsel. The fleshiness of it felt soft and silky smooth along the tips of my fingers. It was also extremely warm and slightly slippery with sweaty dampness. Just beneath the plump rounded moistness was that seam all boys had which connected their ball sack to their pink little grommet. The light brown line dipped down to the smooth crease of Joey’s two plump rounded doughy muffins disappearing into its damp hidden grotto. The boy moaned softly and my curiosity got the better of me as I wriggled my finger beneath his soft little nugget running it lightly over his Gooch, the line that runs between his ball sack and pink grommet.
The younger boy groaned again becoming lost in this new set of sensations while I slowly slipped my finger between his two doughy rolls feeling the dampness engulf my digit. I didn’t have to travel far before I felt the round fleshy indentation of his puckered virginal organic opening and began rubbing it up and down with the tip of my finger. It slid around easily since it was all hot and sweaty down there, but to my surprise I didn’t think it was gross or anything. If anything it turned me on even more, making me curious and wondering if it would feel anything like slipping inside of Jewel’s girly snatch. There’s been a time or two when I had thought of slipping a finger inside my own opening while I jacked off, but I had always been a bit hesitant about it so never tried.
Now, the notion of fingering and penetrating Joey’s hot steamy virginal fissure sent a shiver tingling all up inside of me followed rapidly by thoughts of what it would feel like to actually stick my hardened tuber instead of just my finger into something so tight and wonderful. I wondered what it would be like to have sex for real with Joey. It was a thought that’s been creeping up more often lately as I pictured my body pressing up behind the smaller boy while he was slumped over the edge of the bed. In my fantasy I visualized slipping my thick pulsating hardened tuber inside the boy humping into him while my fingers ran over his smooth arms and hands or maybe even cupping his fleshy undercarriage in my hands. I would knead his soft truffles and jerk his pickle until he climaxed into a full blown orgasm bringing me along for the ride while I busted my nut spreading my boy seed deep inside of his warm untouched fertile grounds.
Once more I quivered at my perverted lustful thoughts. Until recently I’ve never even remotely thought of doing something like this with another boy, but lately the idea of having real sex with another boy was becoming more and more appealing. The smaller boy continued to breathe raggedly and still curious I pressed my finger up against his puckered virginal boy grommet feeling it resist the temptation of such an intrusion. With Jewels my finger had slipped right inside of her, but Joey’s iris firmly resisted the intrusion. I tried again and was rebuked for a second time, the guarded gate refusing me entry. The smaller boy stirred slightly as if coming out of a stupor and I felt his hands closing over mine tugging them away from their probing inquisitiveness of his virginity.
“I…I…we can’t Latham.” The smaller boy whimpered his cheeks flushing and glancing away from me as if embarrassed and his shyness once more bubbling up to the surface. “W-what if…m-my mom.” He tried to reason lifting my hand away from the moist warmth of his fleshy sexiness and placing it off to the side.
The sensuous beckoning of Joey’s humid warm depths just out of reach made me quiver covetously and sway in confusion as I tried to calm my urges not wanting to push the boy into doing something he was hesitant about. Just because we’ve already engaged sexually with one another doesn’t mean he’d always want to participate. These were confusing times for guys our age as I lifted up my finger that had been between Joey’s muggy crack only moments ago and looked at it curiously. The finger clean, but I could just make out the musky like scent already swirling around my nose. Drawing it closer to my nose I inhaled deeply, at fist taken aback by the potency of the fragrance since it had rubbed right up against his tightly shuttered pooter, but then the intensity eased off becoming milder with a sort of lingering odor that wasn’t offensive at all.
My balls began to hurt again reminding me of how they had been forced into submission earlier with Jewels and now once again for a second time just when they were gearing up for some real action; making them ache inside their soft leathery coverlet. They felt swollen with the familiar dull persistent throbbing accompanying an extreme case of blue balls that wouldn’t go away until I did something about it. The thought made me wince because I knew that wouldn’t happen for a while now if we stopped.
Glancing over towards the other boy I was oddly glad he hadn’t seen me taking a whiff of my finger that had been probing his boy sanctuary. Somehow, it felt kind of naughty and hinted at my depraved cravings of taking the boy for my very own in every sense of the word. I’m not sure if he’d be willing to go that far or how he would react to my sexual desires. Hell, even I was confused about it because just a little while ago I had the same sort of thoughts involving Jewels and how it would feel to insert myself inside of her inviting warm velvety girly slit.
Lowering my left hand on to the mattress for support I shifted facing towards the boy with my left leg tucked up under the gap created by my right bent leg. Exhaling softly I gazed into Joey’s cute boyish features. His eyes were closed and I studied him closely while he tried to gather his own composure. I’m sure it had taken a lot of effort for him to stop what we had been doing. I’m sure the two incidents in the locker room at school had caught him a bit off guard, so at the time it had probably been difficult for him to resist the pull of pubescent hormonal disparity. I only hoped he wasn’t regretting what happened. He seemed to have enjoyed it at the time, and didn’t appear to mind it having occurred, but it didn’t mean he wanted this sort of activity to continue along its current path. Even I began to wonder if what we were doing was the right thing to do.
“What?” He asked grinning and blushing because I was staring at him with his soft voice bringing me back to the land of the present and forcing me to shrug.
“Nothing,” I responded looking into his swirling dark blue eyes drinking up the deep oceanic cobalt hues before shifting my gaze noticing the scar next to his dark brown colored eyebrow and the one in the middle of his forehead.
Reaching out with my right hand, the clean one, I gently ran it along the indentations before whispering ever so softly to him. “What happened?” I wondered.
“Just a fight when I was little.” He answered easily enough while I furled my eyebrows because I couldn’t picture him getting into a fight with his shy innocent kind of nature.
The younger boy noticed and grinned at me sheepishly. “The tree won.” He added getting a quirky look from me because I didn’t understand. “I fell out of a tree.” He clarified. “When I was like seven years old. No biggie, other than me screeching like a wounded Banshee and Jewels having to walk me home while I blubbered like a baby getting blood all over her clothes.” He inhaled softly recalling the situation while he gazed back into my eyes.
The innocence of his gaze and the sweetness of his boyish features drew me in like a bear to honeyed nectar. There was simply something about him that captivated me; a tender softness about him which was hard to resist. He had this clean cut all American kind of look with steel blue swirling orbs that shifted colors, pale soft smooth skin, small petite nose, and moist lips which were seemingly spread open in a continuous straight smile with his easy going nature. It was those soft wet looking lips now which drew my attention pulling me ever closer until to my surprise my own puffy damp mouth was pressed gently up against his. My own lips parted sensuously from habit and plenty of practice as I began suckling on his soft plump and fleshy mouth.
At first the smaller boy froze before something seemed to click into place and he pulled back slightly in shock. The surprise lasted only a split second before he began to reciprocate, at first hesitantly, and then with a bit more fervor. It was passionate, sensuous, and bloody fucking amazing. I thought kissing a boy would be revolting or somehow different from a girl, but with Joey it ended up being even more intense in some ways than with Sienna as I began to suck the air out of his lungs forcing him to push against my shoulders. Our lips parted, a single strand of spittle keeping us connected while our foreheads leaned up against one another and we both began to suck in much needed oxygen. The experience left me a bit lightheaded as I tried to recuperate.
We both stared into each other’s eyes, until Joey turned away blushing looking a bit taken aback by the experience. “I…a-are you alright?” I managed to get out a bit worried he hadn’t enjoyed the kiss.
The younger boy shook his head and his eyes began to well up. “J-Joey…I…I’m…,” I began to apologize, but wasn’t sure what to say as his head turned towards me and he gazed into my eyes.
“Y-you kissed me.” He stated a bit shyly while I gawked at him for a moment not knowing how to proceed from here.
“I…um…you didn’t like it?” I asked a bit worried now that maybe I had gone too far since all the signs of his shyness had been there for me to understand.
“I…I…,” He continued to stare at me for a moment before turning his gaze away once more and biting his lower lip while I sat there holding my breath because I didn’t know what to make of this whole situation.
“Yes…I liked it.” I heard him finally admit my whole insides relaxing in relief because I thought maybe he hadn’t enjoyed it.
“M-me too,” I replied honestly scrunching up my eyebrows because kissing him was way nicer somehow than kissing Sienna.
“B-but you’ve got a girlfriend.” He offered up looking over again and not really making any sense to me so I shrugged my shoulders.
“So, I still liked it.” I responded honestly.
“N-no, you don’t…I…I…,” he paused looking away from me with his cheeks turning a bright red color while his eyes welled up overflowing with tears bewildering and surprising me as my mind began racing all over the place thinking maybe he was upset about horning in on my girlfriend.
“It’s alright Joey,” I tried to sooth him. “Sienna, she…well…,” I began wanting to tell him it didn’t matter, but he gazed fixedly into my eyes looking all crushed and hurt.
“You don’t understand,” He whispered softly with my mouth hanging open because I really didn’t understand.
The smaller boy must have seen my bewilderment as tears flowed freely down the side of his face, which until a minute ago had been so cute, cuddly, and happy. “D-does this mean I’m gay?” He asked catching me by surprise because I hadn’t seen it coming.
My mouth opened and closed because how does someone answer something like this. Even I was struggling with understanding my own feelings. I have feelings for Sienna, sexual ones. Girls still seemed to turn me on, Jewels proved that earlier, but I was struggling with my own sexual thoughts because boys were turning me on as well.
“What…just because you enjoyed kissing me?” I managed to ask while he nodded.
Joey shrugged, “I-I mean sure, I understand that guys sort of fool around, like we did in the locker room.” His voice quivered sounding soft and a bit lost. “B-but, I liked kissing you and it isn’t like I think about girls that way…at least not yet.” He explained while I really didn’t know what to say since I was having doubts about my own sexuality.
“Does it really matter?” I asked, the question making me furl my own eyes while Joey stared at me wiping away the wetness from his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I mean, I don’t know Joey,” I added. “I don’t think if you didn’t know by now that you probably still don’t know. Just because we enjoy this doesn’t make us gay.” I explained trying to convince myself in the process with both of us falling silent.
Breathing in deeply, I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. “Joey, all I know is I like you. I like hanging out with you. I think you are beautiful, and I like kissing you.” I spoke softly leaning forward and smothering his lips with the warm wetness of my mouth.
He resisted for a second, but I pressed my weight further into him feeling his body shifting and angling towards me. His right knee slanted outwards hovering just above my left leg which was curled on top of the mattress to accommodate the shift bumping up against the inner side of my right leg that was bent at the knee with the sole of my foot on the mattress. His right hand tucked up under my back and his left hand reached up gently pressing up against my right cheek when he leaned forward slightly for the kiss. My mouth tugged on his lower lip, my teeth nibbling on it gently hearing the boy sigh in contentment before I pressed them more firmly against his wet ruby red fleshiness. I could feel the wound up tension inside the petite boy’s frame slipping away as he shook in delight responding to every little nuance of my inquisitive hands and body language.
The typical characteristic timid shyness of the boy now only lingered on the fringes of his awareness as we both leaned towards one another hungering for the simple contact between two warm blooded bodies. My lips parted slightly and my tongue slithered outwards probing gently against the smaller boy’s lips as if knocking lightly asking for permission to enter. I could taste, smell, hear, and feel every nuance of the younger boy making me reel in anticipation of the possibilities from where things could go from here. Our Social Studies was long forgotten; lying on the flat surface of the mattress, while the two of us now began focusing on Biology instead. I wasn’t a big fan of the subject, but conducting physical experiments could surely change my way of thinking on the topic.
The fingers of my right hand once more began to trace down the soft silkiness of Joey’s right thigh. There was just something so damn sexy hot about his legs as I let my hand linger there for a few moments while I once more focused on Joey’s tasty mouth. My tongue gained access and probed inwards. It bumped up against his proboscis and they began to dance around sensuously making both of us moan and shiver yearningly. All reservations between the two of us melted at that moment and my right hand dipped between his legs, ducking beneath the leg opening, and sliding under the netted material. My fingers wrapped around the smaller boy’s scrotum and extremely hard erection. Everything was warm and soggy down there as I forced the netted material off to the side hearing Joey moan inside my mouth which oddly enough was uniquely sexy hot. It made me whimper in response, caving in to the sensations all around and inside of my own body as it began to quiver in shameless anticipation.
His body trembled and I felt his penis jolt inside of my cupped hand while his testicles lurched when they contracted. He was so damn ripe and ready for the taking. It was obvious he was horny as all fuck by this turn of events and so was I. Any lingering regrets had now been tossed to the side once our mouths had connected together in the sexual foreplay of life that has been going on for thousands of years. This had become a full blown boy on boy sexual encounter and I didn’t hold back wanting to experience it to the full extent with no regrets or second thoughts.
I pulled back slightly, our lips separating and once again connected by a small string of our combined spittle for a few seconds before it too broke while we both inhaled gasping for air. I slithered off the edge of the bed and on to my knees positioning myself between his slightly spread feet on the edge of the mattress. Joey’s eyes were still closed and gasping for air when I reached forward wrapping my hands around his hips and pulling him slightly towards me. His feet slipped off the edge of the bed and dangled towards the floor while his body settled down a bit flatter on to the mattress with his head resting on his pillow. Joey’s clear blue eyes fluttered open looking down the length of his sleek body and into my eyes.
My hands slid tenderly along his thighs and across the bulge of his erection forming a nice sized tent in his shorts. My fingers lightly traced across his stiff bulge with his penis lurching from the brief contact before my hands slid under his shirt. His skin felt silky smooth and warm beneath my fingers making me tremble because this was really sensuous. Everything about Joey made me lust for him and I began to realize just how sexy it was to enjoy the simple things like the way his skin felt, the scent of his clean boyish scent, and hearing the little moans and groans of satisfaction he made when I did something that pleased him. Even now he was squirming around a little making soft gurgling sounds because my fingers were tracing around his dime sized firm little boy nipples. Damn, I never knew a boy’s titty nub could be so fucking sexy hot, but they were, as I now gave them the slightest of pinches feeling Joey respond by bucking, my eyes watching his hips as they rose forcing the small tenting of his shorts to tremble.
Damn, even knowing that Joey’s penis was twitching around wildly beneath his shorts made me shiver. Leaning forward I pressed my weight on top of his and could feel his erection digging into my upper stomach and lower chest. Even the feel of him up against my body was sexually erotic as I tugged his shirt upwards before leaning down and blowing softly along his stomach. Joey giggled and squirmed from the air tickling across his sensitive skin. I blew on it some more watching as goose bumps began to form on his skin before leaning in and kissing him lightly just above his outtie belly button.
Joey giggled again obviously enjoying the little bit of foreplay and I smiled before running my wet tongue around his belly button while my hands ran up and down his sides and across his chest ever so gently. I was using all of my senses now as I touched, smelled, probed, and listened to every nuance of his boyish sexiness. His breathing had become erratic and his body continued to tremble in delight at the extra attention I was lavishing on him. Pressing my lips over the nub of his belly button I began to suckle on it and ran my tongue all around the edges and over the top, my fingers tweaking his nipples. He squirmed and yipped cutely when I gave his button nub a little nibble and I could feel his rigid penis jerk in response.
Leaning back I ran my hand along his sides and tugged gently on his shorts. He seemed into what we were doing and automatically lifted up his hips letting me slide his shorts downwards. They tugged briefly when his erection caught on the elastic waistband for a second, but it didn’t take much to slip it past his rigid tuber with the little sprig popping backwards against his blank slate once it was freed making a cute little slapping sound which made both of us giggle. Joey looked on in wild eyed wonderment while I tugged his shorts off his legs letting them drop to the floor. All his inhibitions had flittered out the window leaving behind a boy in the throes of pubescent urges as we both eyed his erection which twitched and moved around on its own as if it had suddenly come alive.
We both paused for several long moments completely captivated by the show. My eyes took it all in, the smoothness of his skin, the firmness of his chest and stomach as they rose and fell with each breath, his cute rigid reddened spike with its plum colored glans, his small yet pliable brownish pink colored scrotum, the two small cherry sized testicles that contracted on their own every time his penis jerked in anticipation, and those long sleek spindly like legs. Reaching out I ran my hands along his thigh all the way up towards his crotch brushing the back of my fingers along his soft ball sack.
Damn, it was all so fucking sexy hot and I took my time savoring the moment while also allowing Joey to enjoy the epicurean emotions. His head was propped up slightly on the pillow and he gaped at what I was doing obviously enjoying the sensations my light tender touch over his body was providing him. His coy timorous nature had long since faded away replaced by a kind of unreserved curiosity. Even his damp musky scent began to waft around in the air as if inviting me closer. I didn’t hesitate and leaned in to lightly brush my lips just on the inside of his right thigh next to his heavy truffles. My tongue tickled his sensitive skin and I breathed in his earthy sex scent, the intoxicating fragrance making me dizzy to the point where the entire room began to spin. It was as if I had become some sort of drunken sailor who had a bit too much grog to drink.
Slowly I began to come back to my senses pulling back from the compulsive temptation which threatened to draw me in and never let me go like one of those Siren’s in Greek mythology that lured sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on their rocky coast of their island. I shifted towards my left feeling Joey’s right leg curling up under my left armpit and along my left side while my eyes slowly came back into focus. I stared at his beautiful little cocklet and sagging testicles the wonderment of something so special providing me with a unique kind of high.
This was the first time I’ve really been able to study Joey up close and personal, or any boy for that matter. Of course I’ve seen both Marty and Joey naked, but I’ve never really studied what I was beginning to realize was fantastically remarkable. I’ve looked at and have studied my own body before, but never really this closely and at this kind of angle. It was oddly strange being able to simply take a close look at something so private. At first glance you’d think a boy’s erection was smooth and perfectly cylindrical in shape, but I was beginning to find out this sort of assumption was uniquely wrong. I’ve jacked off plenty of times and it always felt as if I had a smooth cock with my pumping fists gliding effortlessly along its sleek skin.
Upon closer inspection I could begin to make out all those thinly webbed veins along his rigid tube and just beneath Joey’s tautly wrapped skin, each one of them creating their own pattern. Some even knotted outwards slightly creating little bumps and curves along the surface of the skin. All along the length and breadth of his tube were little bumps, lumps, and contusions while at the root of his peg was a sort of soft rolled ring of loose skin almost stretched out smoothly but not quite. Even his tube wasn’t actually totally cylindrical in shape, rather kind of broader from side to side than top and underside.
“Beautiful,” I whispered glancing up into Joey’s eyes while he continued to stare at his erection as it bobbed and weaved with each beat of his thundering heart inside his chest.
Reaching out I gently took his rigid sprig in my fingers rolling it around so I could have a better look. “Oh…oh fuck,” I heard Joey hiss with his hips rocking upwards while his fingers automatically wrapped around the folds of his blanket.
His penis twitched when I touched him and I could see his little marbles contract upwards because of the feeling it sent throughout his insides. For a second I thought maybe I had inadvertently made him orgasm, but it was obvious the reaction had simply been due to the unexpected contact. I smiled and continued to study his penis because I was curious about it. There was a thick vein running along one side beginning at the top before it sort of shifted off towards the right side of his erection. His glans was slightly longer than the length of his shaft and I could clearly see his circumcision scar just beneath the ridge of his bullet. His erection was pinking up while his knob was turning a plum color.
His tuber felt oddly stiff yet pliable at the same time while also very warm and a bit slicked up from sweating. Letting go of his rigid sprig I cupped his testicles feeling them contracting slightly from the contact. His fleshy scrotum felt warm, damp, and kind of mushy soft with all sorts of tiny fragmented little wrinkles. He had that fine dusting of vellum hairs barely noticeable in some places and his bag had a healthy kind of pinkish brown color along with the same kind of spidery web like patterns on his penis and smooth pubic mound.
The smaller boy was all warm and sweaty down below, but I didn’t mind because I knew it was just a part of him and he was clean having just taken a shower not all too long ago. My fingers wandered downwards between his sweaty butt cheeks once more touching that little pink grommet. The sweaty ringlet clenched shut tight and I could feel Joey shivering at the sensuous like touch making me smile and lean forward.
My lips brushed up lightly against the smaller boy’s small sleek erection, the warmth of it appealing to my senses. I felt it jolt at the ever so slight contact settling down and allowing me to roll my lips along his short length. I slurped his little worm into my mouth feeling the younger boy jolt and quiver. When his little pucker relaxed slightly I tried to insert my finger inside of him, but it didn’t yield, once more refusing me entry.
“Oh…oh gawd, L-Latham,” I heard the boy squeak and start to squirm around.
He was about to explode and I didn’t want that yet so I spit out his little jig hearing him moan in protest while I once more was nearly knocked over when his sexy boy scent wafted up into my nose. It was powerful and overwhelming, drawing me towards his nether regions. I yearned for more of that heady earthy scent so reached beneath Joey’s knees forcing them up towards the mattress and outwards. I buried my nose just beneath his soft nut sack inhaling deeply while flicking my tongue along his Gooch, the perineum or line just beneath his testicled bag that ran all the way to his pink organic sink hole. Everything was warm and damp between his legs with a mixture of heady boy scent and a clean soapy fragrance. It made my head pound as I delved deeper needing to know what he tasted like down there.
Pushing my hands against the underside of his knees I rolled him upwards surprised he didn’t even resist and ran my tongue downwards. Joey placed his own hands beneath the crook of his knees holding himself in a rolled up positing and spreading apart his butt cheeks even further for me. I thought it would have a nasty taste to it, but to my surprise the underside of his boy bag and Gooch didn’t taste bad at all. Not even when my tongue flicked between the warm curved shaped split between his two fleshy pillows. The scent was a tad pungent at first, but then it shifted into something a bit more pleasant.
Emboldened I shoved my nose even deeper and flicked my tongue outwards getting a taste of his pink fleshy pooter. Once again I was surprised because it didn’t taste like poop or anything. It was a tad pungent but not in a bad way as I began to rim him with my tongue hearing the kid moan in pleasure. His entire body shivered at the moist contact of my tongue making me quiver lustfully as well. I was completely damp beneath my shorts and underwear from my own leaking spigot. The damn thing wanted some action too, but it would have to wait because I had begun my biology studies with the smaller boy and needed to complete that experiment first.
My proboscis continued to rim him getting the boy good and wet before I tried to pierce his virginal grotto with my tongue. Like with my finger it refused to yield. It surprised me at first how I didn’t seem frustrated about it and then realized in some ways this was kind of appealing to know that something so sacred wouldn’t give itself up so lightly.
“Oh god Latham…I…I’m going to bust,” Joey whimpered reaching down and wrapping his fingers in my hair and drawing me upwards guiding me towards his pulsating erection. “Finish me off…please,” he pleaded with me knowing all this probing and prodding had slowly been building him up for an epic orgasm.
Knowing he was close I wrapped my warm lips around his nozzle slurping up his todger into my mouth. My hand began to squeeze his supple truffles while I bobbed my head up and down. Suddenly he hissed with his hips shoving upwards pumping forcefully while he pressed his hands up against the back of my head shoving it downwards so he could face fuck me with his little two and three quarter inch pecker. Three thrusts later and I felt his erection flare outwards releasing a palpitation.
“Aaaaaaarph,” He grunted with his first fluttering pulse spitting out a small droplet of cum that hit the roof of my mouth making my eyes bug out.
The last time I sucked him off his penis hadn’t been able to spit anything out until the very end as if suddenly puberty had decided to make its presence known, but this time around it shot a small little droplet of his boy milk with his very first pulse. I slurped it up eagerly and swallowed the meager yet flavorful globule closing my eyes and shivering because I loved how it tasted. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be swallowing another boy’s cream smoothie, yet here I was not only slurping it down, but relishing it and wanting more. Soon it would shift in flavor, becoming heavier and snottier with a more musky earthy kind of flavor making me wonder if I would still enjoy milking him for his life giving seed. For now though, it was pure virginal syrupiness. The only sad part was at this point he was still eeking out only a small little drip of sweet honeyed nectar.
After resisting the temptation Joey had finally caved, his pubescent hormones getting the better of him as he began to enjoy the interaction between him and the older boy. The other day in the locker room he had relished what happened and understood sometimes boys did this sort of thing together. It had felt incredible, but tonight he had become concerned about maybe being gay because he also enjoyed kissing the older boy. Latham had a girlfriend so he knew the older boy wasn’t gay, but he never even thought about girls much and it worried him what this meant.
Despite his concern he couldn’t resist the temptation of feeling Latham’s wonderful hands and lips all over him. The older boy hadn’t disappointed him either. It was as if the teen knew what pushed his buttons. It baffled him how someone like Latham could even want to do something like this with a guy like him. The other boy was absolutely drop dead gorgeous not to mention really well liked by most kids at his school. Joey was kind of a loner and he thought himself plain looking, so to have a boy like Latham actually doing something this splendid for him was beyond awesome. So far it had only been Joey getting pleasured, but lately he’s been thinking what it would be like to touch the older boy in a sexual kind of way or maybe even suck him off like what had happened to him in the locker room. He loved the way the other boy had a nice thick erection and was looking forward to actually returning the favor.
The older boy was now doing some weird stuff to him, but he groaned enjoying every moment of it and felt the familiar rise deep down inside of his body. Unable to take it any longer he warned the teen and wasn’t disappointed feeling the familiar warm wetness covering his small pre-pubescent penis. It felt totally wicked inside Latham’s mouth, and before he knew it he had suddenly began to thrust his hips trying to bury his little nail as far inside his friend as possible. Then suddenly without warning he felt it pulsate and knew he had spit his seed inside the other boy’s mouth sending a rippling sensation of ecstasy throughout his insides. It wasn’t just the euphoria of rapture that he felt, but also the exultation of knowing he was now at the cusp of pubescent evolution transitioning into the next stage of his development. He couldn’t wait for change and it was Latham who had propelled there. Suddenly his body seized up and he tried to stifle his orgasmic grunts of pleasure.
With a brief pause after his initial fluttering palpitation, Joey’s penis suddenly went wild inside my mouth as it squirmed around and contracted several times, but this time shooting blanks. Each time his penis rattled inside my mouth his testicles would draw up tightly before bouncing back downwards. It felt like there was a tennis match going on inside of his ball sack.
Joey continued to squirm around with one hand having dropped down to the blanket wringing his fingers around the fabric while his other hand clamped over his mouth trying to muffle the yipping noises he was making during his orgasmic rapture. “Eeeep, eeep, uuumph, umph,” I heard his muffled squelching noises as his climax ran its course and with one final thrusting heave he collapsed on to the mattress his breathe rasping in his chest as he sucked in air.
His penis remained hard and I kept suckling on it for several seconds until Joey couldn’t take it anymore and began shoving my head off of his sensitive pickle. I pulled off of him and saw it slapping against his bare pubic mound still stiff as a nail and bouncing around wildly. It took me a second to realize the crazy like bobbing was the combined result of his pounding heart that was thundering wildly in his chest and latent spastic contraction from his recent orgasm. It was the strangest thing to watch since I’ve never paid that much attention to a spent penis before with the damn thing remaining rigid while it wriggled and jiggled around like some wild snake.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…that was…that was…fuck-tabular,” Joey wheezed trying to gulp down air and regain his composure while I eagerly scrutinized his statuesque nakedness.
There was simply something about the way a boy looked after he’s climaxed with his body slumped in total blissful calmness of satiated euphoria. It made me want to capture the moment with another picture, but I didn’t want to break the special moment so simply gazed on while his penis slowly began to deflate and shrivel up until nothing but his knob remained visible.
“Oh god you are just so fucking beautiful Joey, and you’ve got one sexy hot ass.” I admitted out loud while gulping and shaking my head as I looked at him in wild-eyed wonderment realizing I’ve never truly appreciated a boy’s beauty until now.
The smaller boy glanced down at me and smiled shyly because I was scrutinizing his naked body closely. “I can’t believe you did that,” he giggled timidly while I glanced up questioningly. “You know, lick my ass, but it was…,” he paused scrunching up his eyes, “I don’t know, it felt totally awesome I guess…you know kind of ticklish in a very nice way.” He admitted shyly because this was sort of something really naughty and I could tell he wasn’t sure what to think about what happened and even I was starting to wonder why I had done it.
“Oh…um…yeah. I was kind of curious. I mean at first I thought it would be kind of nasty…you know, but it really wasn’t. I wish you weren’t so tight down there though because it would have been nice to finger you…um…you know stick it up inside of you.” I stated out loud, surprising myself that I would admit something so out of bounds, even for two curious sex crazed boys our age.
After all, this was something gay people did I thought to myself scrunching up my face in thought before Joey’s voice brought me out of my momentary musings. “Huh, why’d you want to do something like that?” He asked sounding a bit taken aback yet also curious about it.
Shrugging my shoulders I tried to explain what I understood about it. “I don’t know…I mean it’s supposed to feel good. From what I’ve heard there’s something inside us down there that when you brush up against it is supposed to feel wickedly awesome.”
“Really, I’d think it would hurt something awful.” He countered scrunching up his face.
“Yeah I suppose, but I guess if you start with a finger it can be stretched out slowly and after doing it several times it gets easier with some guys allowing someone to stick their dick inside.” I admitted not really realizing I was actually saying it out loud.
“What,” he hissed, “no fucking way.” He gasped noisily his deep blue swirling eyes cutting through me as if to see whether or not I was serious.
He stared at me hard for a moment and then glanced away his cheeks turning red as if thinking over what I had just told him. I could tell he began to wonder what it would be like to do something like that with someone else. Even I began to speculate for the umpteenth time how it would feel to shove myself up inside of him and doing something considered so forbidden and frowned upon in our society. The idea of it appealed to me as we both fell silent deep in our own thoughts. He was still recuperating in the aftermath of his euphoric orgasmic explosion; his limp body drooping in contentment as he pondered my words while my eyes once more wandered over his beautiful nakedness. The younger boy’s limp noodle had pulled tightly up against his pale porcelain smooth pubic mound with only the tip of his nub visible at the moment. It was all shiny and wet still with that small roll like ring pressing up against the ridge of his glans now that he no longer had any length to his shaft.
It was as if that was all he had for a shaft anymore, the small little ringlet that had thickened and puffed up now in its softened state, but I knew it would once more elongate slightly here in the next several moments. In a few months things would be different for him though because he would begin to mature more down there with his penis broadening and lengthening. It would be kind of neat to actually witness his transition.
Curious about his little stumpy, I reached out and tugged on it a little with my thumb and finger seeing him wince because he was still a little sensitive. Being careful, I stretched it out intrigued by just how elastic it was at the moment noticing how even the roll of skin towards the base of his exposed shaft stretched and thinned out.
Then I began to sense the ache of blue balls deep inside my own scrotum making me wince because it really started to hurt. Between Jewels and Joey I was in a hyper sensitive state at the moment. Joey must have noticed because he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt drawing me up towards him. Our lips connected and he kissed me hungrily now taking charge and wrapping his hands around my waist. I was horny as fuck and didn’t want to mess around anymore so I stood up on wobbly legs and placed my hand against the back wall leaning my body over the smaller boy who gazed up his eyes widening when he noticed the large bulge waiting for release.
The bed was only a single, so narrow, giving Joey easy access to my shorts since I was leaning over him and he took advantage of it. He glanced up into my eyes and smirked hungrily making me realize that up until now he hasn’t even had the chance to have his own fun with me. His fingers shook as he unsnapped the button on my shorts and tugged the zipper downwards.
My eyes were watching him closely and I winced when his fingers fumbled and brushed up against my underwear covered erection when he unzipped my shorts. Without hesitating he reached up and yanked down my shorts and briefs at the same time. My thick erection also got in the way, like Joey’s had when I tugged on his shorts, and it took another harder tug to finally release my glistening wet log from confinement. It wasn’t just damp from sweat because the room was hot, but also tacky from the amount of pre-cum I had been oozing. Joey’s eyes widened in anticipation and he reached out toward my erection and I shivered in anticipation realizing no one’s ever really touched me down there yet.
Just then we heard a voice in the hallway calling out Joey’s name. It was a woman’s voice, and I instinctively knew it had to be Joey’s mom who was heading towards the living room as if to see if he was there.
“Oh fuck,” Joey hissed in apprehensive surprise while I nearly jumped out of my skin with both of us scrambling to get covered up before she made her way back to his room.
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End of Chapter Fifteen: Social Studies Versus Biology
Coming soon Chapter Sixteen: The Past Catches Up
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