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The weather really sucked; it was raining hard, with lightning too. I sat up in bed and yawned. Looking left, onto the floor, I saw Luke lying there, on his back, in only his boxers.
We were best friends, both fourteen. His mom had died when he was three, and his dad was on a business trip for a week. It was the summer, so Luke was staying at my house for that week (today was the last day he would stay, he was going home the next morning). My parents were divorced; I lived with my mom, and my dad was in Arizona.
In any case, Luke was medium height (maybe five inches less than my six foot), light brown short hair, and blue eyes. I found myself staring at the bulge in his boxers, below the tight stomach and perfect legs. I shook my head; why was I doing this?
I got up, ate breakfast. He got up pretty soon after. My mom was already at work; we had the day to do whatever in. We started out with some Xbox.
It was about noon when the power died. We couldn’t go outside, couldn’t do anything requiring power. So we played Risk for maybe two hours.
The game finished. Even though it was raining so hard, it was still hot, and the AC was out with the power. We were both lying around in our boxers.
“Joe?” he said quietly.
I looked up. “Yeah?”
“If I tell you something, will you promise to take me seriously and not tell anyone?”
“Okay.”
“You promise?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not joking, okay?”
“Okay.”
Luke paused. This was obviously something he was debating whether he was going to tell me or not. Finally, he made up his mind. “Well…you know…know how guys our age are…” He paused. “Joe, I’m gay.”
I didn’t say anything for a moment. Luke had always seemed one of the straightest guys I knew. I never had any idea… “Just forget about it, okay? This was a bad idea…”
“No,” I cut him off. “You’re not kidding?”
“No.”
“You really are serious?”
“Yeah. Look—”
“Luke, stop. I think I’m gay too.” I remembered staring at his boxers just that morning, and a handful of wet dreams about guys. More than half of them about Luke.
He stared at me. “You’re serious?”
“I am. And you know what else…”
“What?”
“Guess who I had a wet dream about a week ago.”
Emotions played across his face. “Who?” he asked, finally.
“You,” I smiled.
He smiled back. “We’ve got six or seven hours alone.”
I leaned forward, over the Risk board. His huge blue eyes became my world.
His lips met mine.
My first kiss. It was sheer ecstasy.
We stood up, still kissing, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I pressed his waist to mine, and the huge bulge of his cock rubbed against my thighs.
I broke off the kiss, and Luke moaned in protest. His moans changed entirely when I had pulled his boxers down to his ankles, letting his huge cock—maybe seven inches—go all the way out. I took it in my mouth.
It was barely any time at all before he exploded into my mouth. I didn’t swallow any of it, but kept it all within my cheeks as best as I could.
I stood up again, and kissed him. His cum passed in between both of our mouths for another glorious thirty seconds as I felt his balls, and he rubbed the head of my dick, which was sticking out through my boxers. Then I swallowed all of his cum—it tasted and felt great, far better than my own had when I jacked off.
He pushed me down, so he was lying on top of me. He broke off the kiss, and then pulled down my boxers.
He sucked me to the point of near orgasm, then stopped. I was still lying on my back when turned around and laid himself, face-up, on me. He spread his legs so his feet were at my chest level, his head past my feet, and positioned his asshole over my own six and a half inch cock.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned as he lowered himself, slowly, onto my cock. To get him on, I had to spread his cheeks with my hands. He had a nice ass.
As he slowly lowered himself until his ass was up against my balls, I placed my hands on his cock and started jacking him off. He was obviously in pain, but he told me not to stop, and by the second thrust he was moaning with pleasure again. We sped up slowly, both of us thrusting—him going down, me pushing up, while I jacked him off. It was barely any time at all before I cummed up into his asshole. It had been a while since I jacked off.
The cum went up his ass, but it also came down, cooling my cock and balls nicely. We didn’t stop there, though, and before long we had flipped over and I was fucking him up the ass in the normal way.
We slowed down eventually, and were finally just laying in each other’s arms, gently kissing. It was really hot, but we loved the warmth of each other despite that.
When we woke up, it was around three. We cleaned up. The power had come back, and the storm had stopped.
“We can’t tell anyone, okay?” Luke asked. I nodded.
“But let’s do it again,” I said eagerly.
“How could we do that, and then not do it again?” he asked. I smiled, and we shared a gentle kiss.
We just hung out for the rest of the night, and though we shared my (small) bed that night, we did nothing more than a few soft kisses and some stroking.
The weather really sucked; it was raining hard, with lightning too. I sat up in bed and yawned. Looking left, onto the floor, I saw Luke lying there, on his back, in only his boxers.
We were best friends, both fourteen. His mom had died when he was three, and his dad was on a business trip for a week. It was the summer, so Luke was staying at my house for that week (today was the last day he would stay, he was going home the next morning). My parents were divorced; I lived with my mom, and my dad was in Arizona.
In any case, Luke was medium height (maybe five inches less than my six foot), light brown short hair, and blue eyes. I found myself staring at the bulge in his boxers, below the tight stomach and perfect legs. I shook my head; why was I doing this?
I got up, ate breakfast. He got up pretty soon after. My mom was already at work; we had the day to do whatever in. We started out with some Xbox.
It was about noon when the power died. We couldn’t go outside, couldn’t do anything requiring power. So we played Risk for maybe two hours.
The game finished. Even though it was raining so hard, it was still hot, and the AC was out with the power. We were both lying around in our boxers.
“Joe?” he said quietly.
I looked up. “Yeah?”
“If I tell you something, will you promise to take me seriously and not tell anyone?”
“Okay.”
“You promise?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not joking, okay?”
“Okay.”
Luke paused. This was obviously something he was debating whether he was going to tell me or not. Finally, he made up his mind. “Well…you know…know how guys our age are…” He paused. “Joe, I’m gay.”
I didn’t say anything for a moment. Luke had always seemed one of the straightest guys I knew. I never had any idea… “Just forget about it, okay? This was a bad idea…”
“No,” I cut him off. “You’re not kidding?”
“No.”
“You really are serious?”
“Yeah. Look—”
“Luke, stop. I think I’m gay too.” I remembered staring at his boxers just that morning, and a handful of wet dreams about guys. More than half of them about Luke.
He stared at me. “You’re serious?”
“I am. And you know what else…”
“What?”
“Guess who I had a wet dream about a week ago.”
Emotions played across his face. “Who?” he asked, finally.
“You,” I smiled.
He smiled back. “We’ve got six or seven hours alone.”
I leaned forward, over the Risk board. His huge blue eyes became my world.
His lips met mine.
My first kiss. It was sheer ecstasy.
We stood up, still kissing, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I pressed his waist to mine, and the huge bulge of his cock rubbed against my thighs.
I broke off the kiss, and Luke moaned in protest. His moans changed entirely when I had pulled his boxers down to his ankles, letting his huge cock—maybe seven inches—go all the way out. I took it in my mouth.
It was barely any time at all before he exploded into my mouth. I didn’t swallow any of it, but kept it all within my cheeks as best as I could.
I stood up again, and kissed him. His cum passed in between both of our mouths for another glorious thirty seconds as I felt his balls, and he rubbed the head of my dick, which was sticking out through my boxers. Then I swallowed all of his cum—it tasted and felt great, far better than my own had when I jacked off.
He pushed me down, so he was lying on top of me. He broke off the kiss, and then pulled down my boxers.
He sucked me to the point of near orgasm, then stopped. I was still lying on my back when turned around and laid himself, face-up, on me. He spread his legs so his feet were at my chest level, his head past my feet, and positioned his asshole over my own six and a half inch cock.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned as he lowered himself, slowly, onto my cock. To get him on, I had to spread his cheeks with my hands. He had a nice ass.
As he slowly lowered himself until his ass was up against my balls, I placed my hands on his cock and started jacking him off. He was obviously in pain, but he told me not to stop, and by the second thrust he was moaning with pleasure again. We sped up slowly, both of us thrusting—him going down, me pushing up, while I jacked him off. It was barely any time at all before I cummed up into his asshole. It had been a while since I jacked off.
The cum went up his ass, but it also came down, cooling my cock and balls nicely. We didn’t stop there, though, and before long we had flipped over and I was fucking him up the ass in the normal way.
We slowed down eventually, and were finally just laying in each other’s arms, gently kissing. It was really hot, but we loved the warmth of each other despite that.
When we woke up, it was around three. We cleaned up. The power had come back, and the storm had stopped.
“We can’t tell anyone, okay?” Luke asked. I nodded.
“But let’s do it again,” I said eagerly.
“How could we do that, and then not do it again?” he asked. I smiled, and we shared a gentle kiss.
We just hung out for the rest of the night, and though we shared my (small) bed that night, we did nothing more than a few soft kisses and some stroking.
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