Samesex/boyscout
                                     Anonymous
                                      Boy Scout
                                             Chapter 1
                         The year I turned thirteen, I had joined the Boy Scouts
                  earlier that year, and had already gone on some hikes, when the
                    big summer trip was scheduled.  This hike, two weeks in the
                     Sierras, would take us in a seventy-mile loop through the
                                             mountains.
                       Because of the length of the trip, only six of us could go,
                  and only one of the scoutmasters, Mr. Amble, the youngest.  All
                  of us boys were between twelve and fifteen, and we were in good
                            shape, and well prepared for the hike ahead.
                        The weather was warm, but not too hot, and the first few
                   days were very pleasant and we ascended into the high country.
                  The third day, however, was really hot, and we had only hiked a
                   few miles before we had to stop.  We were by a beautiful lake,
                  ringed by peaks and trees but with a southern exposure, letting
                  the summer sun warm the lake until well into early evening.  The
                  site was so beautiful that Mr. Amble decided we should stay here
                                         for a couple days.
                        We were all smelling pretty strong, since there'd been no
                  water for washing the last few days.  Once we'd set up camp, we
                  all went down to the shores of the crystal-clear lake, which had
                                     a rare, small sand beach.
                       We carried water up and washed our sweat-stained shirts and
                     shorts.  We stripped down to underpants as we washed those
                   clothes.  With a sly grin, Mark, the oldest, stripped off his
                 underpants and began washing them.  Soon, all of us had stripped.
                 I felt a thrill at seeing my mates nude, since I'd often imagined
                                  their bodies while masturbating.
                       Once we'd hung our clothes, we went to the lake for a swim.
                   We laughed and splashed under the high summer sun for several
                    hours, and roughhoused together.  I noticed that during this
                   play, some of the boys kept rubbing against me, in particular
                   Steve, the youngest at twelve, and Sean, who was a year older
                   than me.  Once, I even felt a hand against my cock, and when I
                   looked around, Steve quickly turned away.  Mr. Ambler for the
                     most part kept apart from this, much to my disappointment,
                           because I wanted badly to see his adult body.
                          That night, although we slept in the open, Mr. Ambler
                 insisted we sleep in tents because of the heavy morning dew.  The
                  next morning, with a light frost on the tents, we were grateful
                                           we'd done so.
                      My tentmate that night was Sean.  He was athletic, and at 14
                    seemed much older than I.  We had flashlights, and played at
                   pointing them at the tent, shining them on our faces, and the
                  like.  Giggling, Sean pointed it at where my crotch would be in
                 the sleeping bag, and waved it around there.  I threw open my bag
                   several times, flashing my underpants-covered cock, which was
                             quickly becoming hard under this scrutiny.
                       Sean's breathing was getting heavy.  "Here, you do it," he
                      said, handing me the flashlight; "Ok," I said, eager for
                 something, but I wasn't sure what.  I took the flashlight and ran
                  it up to his face, and then down his body. He slowly pulled down
                   the sleeping bag, as if the light were taking it off.  He was
                  only wearing underpants, and his chest, still hairless although
                   pretty well muscled, glinted in the reflected beam.  When the
                  light reached the waistband, he slowly tugged it down, too, with
                  a wicked look up at me.  I was fascinated, because although I'd
                    seen other boys in the shower, this was my first sexualized
                                         contact with one.
                      He continued pulling down his waistband, and my eyes widened
                 when the head of his cock appeared.  It was bigger than mine, and
                  it had a small brown bush at the base.  He pulled his underpants
                 out, and it popped up, evidently erect.  Then he suddenly snapped
                                  it back.  "Your turn," he said.
                       I handed him the flashlight and leaned back.  He played it
                   down my chest, already exposed, and slowly played it across my
                  underpants waistband.  I slowly pulled down my underpants, with
                     both hands this time, exposing more of my cock.  With one
                 movement, I pulled them down and off, and pulled the sleeping bag
                                              over me.
                       "Hey," he said, "show me."  "Ok," I said, and, teasingly, I
                  pulled my sleeping bag off of me, very slowly.  I was laying on
                    my side, facing him, and the flashlight beam lingered on my
                 crotch as it was slowly exposed to him.  My cock was really hard,
                  jutting from my almost hairless pube.  He looked at it long and
                                            searchingly.
                       "Your turn," he said, and handed me the light.  He fumbled
                    under his sleeping bag, and I played the beam down his body
                  again.  This time, though, he didn't have his underwear on, and
                            his hard cock jutted straight from his body.
                        Suddenly, there was movement at the tent flap, and a head
                   popped in.  Both of us quickly covered, but I think Mr. Ambler
                   caught a glimpse of us before saying, "Lights out."  We turned
                            off our flashlights and settled in to sleep.
                      I lay there a while, too excited to sleep.  I heard rustling
                 next to me, and I knew Sean wasn't asleep, either.  "You asleep?"
                    he asked in a whisper.  "No," I answered.  "You want to mess
                  around?" he asked.  "Sure," I answered.  I heard some fumbling,
                  and the sound of his sleeping bag zipper being unzipped.  I lay
                   there in an agony of tension, and almost jumped straight up at
                                       the touch of his hand.
                       It was so exciting, feeling his hand on my bare chest.  He
                  scooted closer, and put a leg into my sleeping bag.  I turned on
                 my side to face him, and I could feel his breath against me.  His
                  hand stroked my side and my hip.  It felt like every square inch
                   of skin was sensitized, and his touch was extremely exciting.
                   When his other hand touched my hard cock, I almost came right
                   then.  "Wow, you really like this," he breathed.  "Uh huh" was
                          all I could say.  He guided my hand to his cock.
                       I was so surprised at how soft the skin was over the rigid
                  shaft.  It was marvelously mobile, and I could feel the muscles
                   under the skin.  And it was so hot, especially the head, which
                   was silkiest of all.  "I want to put yours into my mouth," he
                   said, "Ok?"  I breathed assent, and held my breath.  He lay me
                  back, curled down and put his head on my thigh.  The feeling of
                     his hair against my skin was really exciting, but nothing
                   compared to the touch of his tongue against my cock.  "If you
                 want to come in my mouth it's Ok," he said.  I grunted in assent.
                     The feeling was incredible, nothing like masturbating, but
                 indescribably wonderful.  Holding my cock with one hand, he moved
                  his head up and down, grabbing the skin with his lips.  It only
                     took three or four pumps before I felt like my groin would
                 explode.  His tongue was wiping my cockhead, and that stimulation
                 finally relieved me of my tension, when my cock shot in his mouth
                  in what was, until then, the most intense orgasm of my life.  I
                    pumped and pumped, and he swallowed it all, apparently with
                   enjoyment.  When I'd finished, he drew his head back, and lay
                    back against my chest.  "Could you do me?" he asked.  I was
                           thinking, sure, absolutely, and I croaked so.
                      He lay back, and my hands touched his body.  It was so soft,
                  the skin warm and very smooth.  His muscles lay just beneath the
                   surface, and they felt very good against my hands.  I moved my
                  head down his body, and as I approached his hard cock the faint
                   smell of him struck my nostrils.  It was a distinctive, musky
                  scent, and I found it a little exciting.  His cock was rock-hard
                  in my hand, a little moist with sweat.  I tentatively licked the
                    cock head and the taste, too, was distinctive.  It tasted a
                  little salty.  I took the head between my lips.  I liked it, it
                   felt somehow very safe, very good.  I slipped more of his hard
                 cock into my mouth, and it slid in easily.  I held the base of it
                 with my fingers, as he'd done, and I clumsily slid my head up and
                  down it.  It felt oddly mobile, yet stiff, and I soon found the
                  rhythm needed.  It only took a few strokes before he was moaning
                    in pleasure; I interrupted my actions to shush him.  A light
                      sweat broke out on his body, and his hands rested on my
                   shoulders.  I could feel his cock stiffen, and then, suddenly,
                  spasm in my mouth.  It was filled with a hot, salty, and faintly
                 sweet liquid, it seemed like a lot of it.  It surprised me, and a
                   bit escaped my lips, dripping onto his pubes.  Still, I pumped
                    it, swallowing all I could get.  He gently stroked my hair,
                                   cradling my head in his hands.
                      "Come here," he said, and he drew me to his lips.  He kissed
                 me deeply, probing my salty mouth with his tongue.  I could smell
                  and taste me on his lips, and he could probably smell himself on
                 my lips.  The sensuous feeling of kissing, and the smooth rubbing
                    of our bodies, made me immediately hard again.  "When we get
                   back, I'll show you more stuff," he said, "since I've got the
                  house to myself every afternoon."  "Ok," I said, pleased that we
                  were now going to be close friends.  Suddenly tired, we lay back
                                         and slept soundly.
                       The next morning, we all set out for a small hike, and when
                 we returned in the afternoon, we once again splashed in the lake,
                   whose waters were warmed in the sun.  We all stripped off our
                  clothes, and I examined the other boys as closely as I could and
                   still be discreet.  Sean and I splashed closest, with numerous
                  "accidental" rubbings, and several mutual grabs.  The other boys
                 drifted off to nap in their tents, leaving Steve, the youngest of
                                     us at 12, and Sean and I.
                      "Come over here," called Sean, directing us to a hidden cove
                   still lit in the sun but not easily accessable from the shore.
                   To my annoyance, Steve tagged along -- I'd wanted to be alone
                       with Sean -- but Sean said it was OK for him to come.
                       Steve was a cute boy, but since he was so much younger than
                  I (a year's difference then felt like a lifetime), I found him a
                  little annoying.  Still, he seemed to find me irresistable, and
                       that was flattering, so I conceded that he could come.
                         We played in the cove.  I felt newly emboldened by our
                   isolation, and I stroked Sean more openly.  I saw Steve's eyes
                 widen the first time this happened, but soon he, too, was happily
                  brushing against us.  I enjoyed the contact, too, since he was a
                  very pretty boy.  His smooth flanks, smoothly rounded butt, and
                   thin, fine chest all appealed to me.  His body was completely
                                             hairless.
                          Sean lay back on a smooth rock, sunning himself.  His
                   slender body shone with drops of water, and its beauty made my
                    heart beat faster.  Meanwhile, Sean and I were still in the
                 water, racing each other and playing splashing games.  One game I
                  found exciting was to pick him up and throw him into the water,
                  enjoying especially the feeling of his smooth skin and his happy
                  screams.  More than once my hands "accidentally" stroked some of
                   his body, his behind, penis, or chest, or allowing his body to
                 rub against mine.  Each time, he squealed in delight, coming back
                                             for more.
                        "Steve, Bill, come here," said Sean, sitting up.  We came
                  over.  With a significant look at me, he said, "Steve, wanna do
                 something neat?"  I looked at him in surprise, but I knew what he
                 was going to ask and I wanted to do it, too, with Steve.  "Sure,"
                 said Steve.  He clambered on the rock, and I followed, looking at
                                           his cute ass.
                         We lay back on the sun-warmed rock, which was large and
                   smooth enough for all of us to lay side by side on our towels.
                   "So what do you wanna do?" asked Steve.  "Just lay back," said
                   Sean, "and warm up."  We lay back on the rock, the sun heating
                   our bodies.  As our bodies dried, Steve's and my balls slowly
                   relaxed from their exposure to cold water, and I surreptiously
                  watched the other boy's bodies, trying to not get too hard doing
                                                so.
                        "Just lay back," Sean said finally, "and let me do this."
                 He sat up, and began stroking Steve's slim body.  The boy giggled
                    with every touch.  "Now, you're going to have to try to lay
                 still," Sean said in mock seriousness.  He ran a fingertip around
                   the boy's nipples, which each stiffened in turn, and down his
                  flat stomach.  He inserted the tip into his belly button.  With
                 each new touch Steve giggled, but I noticed his breathing quicken
                    as Sean's finger neared his groin.  Sean ran his fingertips
                  across the tan line from Steve's suit, and down the boy's gently
                 coved thighs.  He ran his hand across his smooth upper thigh, and
                   down to his inner thigh.  Here, Steve giggled loudly, and Sean
                  shushed him.  "You're gonna haveta lay still here," he said.  I
                  was watching, fascinated, wishing it were my hand and loving the
                      sight of this pretty young boy so completely entranced.
                           Sean's fingers stroked the smooth, hairless thighs,
                  lingering at each kneecap.  He then ran his hand in one movement
                  up each thigh.  Steve's hips twitched each time.  Then, in light
                  movements, he encircled the hairless cock with stroking fingers.
                 With each circuit, he "accidentally" touched the little cockhead,
                   which began stiffening.  Soon, he was in firm contact with the
                    cock, which stood out from the boy's hairless pube in rigid
                   attention.  Steve's breathing was now rapid, and a light sweat
                   had broken out over his body.  His hands clutched the towel he
                                           was laying on.
                         Sean now grasped the cock in a firm grip, with only two
                    fingers and thumb since it was only about 4" long.  He began
                    pumping it, alternately looking at it and then Steve's face,
                  which was a study in love and ecstasty, obviously enjoying every
                  part of it.  His hard little cockhead was purple, and one of his
                  hands was now resting on Sean's bare thigh.  I was hard, and my
                  hands wanted to touch the smooth boy's bare skin.  I reached out
                     and placed a hand on his firm chest, and he looked over in
                 gratitude.  With a questioning look, he moved hand toward my hard
                   cock, and I nodded approval.  His other hand had found Sean's
                 hard cock.  He began pumping our cocks in one rhythm, Sean's hand
                              still attentive to his hard little cock.
                      I looked at Sean, and he was more excited than I'd ever seen
                  him, even in the tent the night before.  We leaned together, and
                  I kissed him full on the lips, our tongues joining in a dance of
                  joy.  Steve's warm hands on our cocks, our faces joined, my cock
                 ragingly hard, and suddenly I had to explode, my cock pumping and
                    pumping, spraying come all over Steve's smooth stomach, his
                  pumping hand, Sean's hot body, even spray landing on our faces;
                    Sean's cock, at this, his come spewing across the eager boy,
                  landing on me, covering Steve's other hand, and then even Steve
                 came, his cock pumping a few drops of his first come.  Sean and I
                  sat back on our thighs, and I looked down.  Sean was smiling at
                  us, his smooth stomach and chest covered with globs and drops of
                   come, all the way up to his chin, some come leaking out of his
                 small and now-soft cock.  I reached out and slid some come around
                 with my fingertip, tickling his nipple, touching his little cock.
                      "Did you like that?" I asked him, and he could only nod
                    vigorously in response.  "When we get home, we can do a lot
                                         more," Sean said.
                                             Chapter 2
                      We had a number of other encounters during that hike, all of
                  which were transcendent and wonderful.  Since we lived very near
                 each other, Sean, Steve and I all determined to get together once
                                            we got home.
                      Since it was summer, we had long hours alone.  The day after
                  getting back, I went over to Sean's house.  My little sister was
                     at my house, and he had a pool, and a big rec room in the
                  basement.  Since both his parents worked we could spend a lot of
                 private time there.  We swam for hours in the pool, playing games
                    and sunning ourselves.  When we were finally tired of being
                     outside, we went into the dark and cool basement rec room.
                       "Let's do something I learned from a guy last summer," Sean
                  said, "it's really neat.  First, let's take a shower."  "Why?" I
                 asked.  "Because it'll feel neat, and we can get cleaner."  "Oh,"
                  I said, and we stripped.  The rec room had a full bathroom, and
                         we closed the door, exchanging conspirative looks.
                       He got in, and, grabbing the soap, began sudsing his body.
                   "Come on in," he said, and I stepped into the shower.  We both
                   fit well, not too snugly.  He reached out and began soaping my
                     cock, which, true to form, immediately sprang to hardness.
                   Grabbing another bar of soap, I started on him.  Soon we were
                  both covered in rich lather, and he pulled me close.  He rubbed
                 our bodies together, our rigid cocks slipping against each other.
                    His hands encircled me, rubbing my ass, and I did the same,
                   reveling in the feeling of his firm, smooth muscles and finely
                 rounded behind.  One of his fingers slipped between my ass cheeks
                  and slid down to my asshole.  I'd never been touched there that
                 way, and I sort of jumped when his fingertip easily slid in.  "Do
                 you like that?" he asked.  "Uh, yea, I think so," I said.  "Do it
                  to me, too" he said, and I pushed my finger toward his puckered
                  hole.  It felt really funny to be doing this, but the smooth ass
                 chute felt good against my finger.  I was finding that his finger
                 was stimulating me in a really different way, and I was liking it
                   a lot.

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  He, too, seemed to be liking it.  "Put another finger
                 inside me," he breathed in my ear, and I pushed another fingertip
                    into him.  "Ok, now gently move it in and out," he asked.  I
                  pushed my soap-lubed fingers in and out of him.  He seemed to be
                   melting in my arms.  "Ok," he gasped, "let's stop for now."  I
                 pulled out of him.  "Let's rinse off," and he began doing so, and
                                         helped me in turn.
                        We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off.  I
                      was still entranced by his body and I did my best not to
                     obsessively touch it.  "Let's go upstairs," he said, and,
                    giggling, we ran upstairs to his room, only barely covering
                                     ourselves with our towels.
                         He jumped on the bed, and drew me to him.  I loved the
                   feeling of his smooth, clean skin, and I snuggled against him.
                 His fingers found my cock and pulled gently on it.  He then moved
                     down the bed and took my cock into his mouth.  I loved the
                      feeling, and rolled onto my back, enjoying every touch.
                        "Here, let's do something else," he said.  He lay on his
                  back and pulled out a jar of vasoline he kept in his side table.
                  He gestured me closer, and I kneeled between his upraised knees.
                   He took a small glob of the stuff and rubbed my hard cockhead
                   with it.  "Now, slowly put it in me," he instructed.  I knelt
                   down and pushed the hard head -- now purple with excitement --
                 slowly into him.  As I pushed, the tightness enclosing it made me
                   feel incredible.  He moaned, and I stopped, scared that I was
                   hurting him.  "No, keep going," he said, and I pushed a little
                    more.  "Yes, you're doing fine," he said, gently drawing me
                  towards him, hands on my hips.  His legs were folded up against
                   his belly, his cute cock completely exposed, not hard now, his
                                   eyes closed in concentration.
                      I pushed harder, and stopped when I was completely buried in
                  him, my belly rubbing against his balls.  He opened his eyes and
                  said, "You in?" and I knodded.  He leaned back, relaxing in the
                  intense feeling of my cock filling him.  "Now, go really slowly
                    in and out," he said, and I began slowly pumping him.  "Yes,
                 uhmmmm, oh, man," he said, his cock stiffening.  His hands roamed
                  across my butt, down to my thighs, across my chest, tweaking my
                   nipples.  I quickened my pace, pushing in and out, the feeling
                  against my cock so great.  He moaned, helping me push, his hand
                    on his cock, pumping away.  I felt my come pushing from deep
                  inside, and I said, "oh, man, I'm gonna come inside you," and he
                   moans, "yes," and my cock pumps and pumps its come deep inside
                   him, his asshole squeezing every drop from my shaft.  Moments
                   later, his cock came, the most intense come I'd seen, spraying
                   everywhere, his stomach and chest, my face, his chin, and his
                                   hands rubbing it all over him.
                                             Chapter 3
                      The next day we invited Steve over.  Both of us were totally
                  attracted to this smart, cute boy, and we were excited to share
                  what we'd discovered with him.  He came dressed only in his suit
                   and carrying a towel, his towsled brown hair only just staying
                                          out of his eyes.
                        We swam as before, playing games, and soon we'd shed our
                   suits.  I admired both he and Sean's taught bodies, and I was
                   looking forward to teaching him what we'd done the day before.
                  Steve was eager to learn, and when we'd explained what we wanted
                      to do, he looked a bit apprehensive but was game for it.
                       We went up to Sean's room.  It was a large, beautiful room
                   facing the back yard with its own bathroom.  Its south-facing
                     windows were bright with light and were screened from the
                          neighbors, allowing us to revel in the sunlight.
                        We were all still naked, and I marveled at how pretty the
                   other boys' tanned bodies were.  Steve was still only covered
                  with a fine, sun-bleached fuzz, which shone when in direct sun.
                   He was in fine shape, with taught, smooth skin, finely formed
                                   legs and a cute, rounded ass.
                       Sean sat on the bed, and beckoned Steve to come.  As Steve
                    stood next to him, Sean's hand fondled the boy's cock, which
                      quickly stiffened.  The cute, stiff shaft glinted in the
                    sunlight.  Sean drew Steve to him, and they kissed tenderly,
                   their tongues dancing together, their cocks sliding together.
                        Sean reached behind him and got the vasoline.  He took a
                    small glob and rubbed it onto Steve's hard cockhead.  Steve
                    giggled at the slippery sensation as Sean slowly stroked his
                                               cock.
                       He slid back onto the bed, drawing the younger boy to him.
                   Lifting his legs, he put another glob onto his asshole, and he
                  pulled Steve atop him.  With an experienced hand, he guided the
                  boy's hard cock into his asshole.  "Slowly," he said, and Steve
                  gently inserted his cock into him.  However, Sean easily adapted
                  to the small cock, and Steve was quickly able to plunge in him.
                    Sean guided him, hands on the boy's slim ass, enjoying every
                    stroke.  I came over and ran my hands across Steve's flexing
                    back, his hard ass, and Sean's smooth body.  Quickly, Steve
                        moaningly deposited his come deep inside Sean's ass.
                             "You like that?" Sean asked; "Sure!" Steve said
                  enthusiastically, and we cleaned Steve up in the shower.  We all
                 went back to the bed, and we lay down.  Sean and I lay with Steve
                   between us, and we all kissed each other.  Soon Steve's randy
                   little cock was hard again as our hands caressed each others'
                   bodies.  I gently stroked Sean's beautiful cock, and he mine;
                            Steve enjoyed the touch of our older bodies.
                      Sean's hand explored down Steve's silky thighs.  With gentle
                  urging, he slid his hand under the boy's legs, and he moved his
                  leg up, exposing his pretty balls and asshole.  Steve held both
                   his legs up, pressed against his stomach and chest, as Sean's
                               fingers tickled his puckered asshole.
                       Sean reached for some lube, and put it directly against the
                  boy's asshole.  Steve was eager, arching his butt upward at the
                  touch of the lube and Steve's fingers, and gasping slightly when
                                   Sean's finger slid inside him.
                       Sean pushed his finger in and out of him for a few minutes
                    before adding another finger.  Steve was so relaxed that his
                     asshole easily stretched for a second, then third finger.
                  "Please put your cock inside me," gasped the boy, his cock once
                  again impossibly rigid against my hand.  Sean happily complied.
                      Kneeling on the bed, he grasped his cock, which was rigid in
                     excitement, and pressed the head against Steve's yielding
                  asshole.  Slowly, gently, he pushed it in.  Steve's asshole was
                   so well lubed, so relaxed, that the hard cock easily slid in.
                  Steve encouraged Sean with smiles, and eagerly kissed the older
                    boy when he leaned forward, their tongues dancing together.
                       I moved upward, and pushed my hard cock near Steve's face.
                 The boy grabbed it and began pumping it hard.  He turned his face
                  toward me and pulled my cock close.  His pretty lips opened, and
                  he eagerly swallowed my hard cock.  The feeling was incredible,
                     so soft and wet; the boy was a natural.  My hand continued
                                   pumping his hard little cock.
                       Sean began pumping in and out of Steve's tight asshole, and
                  Steve happily received the hard cock, lifting his thighs, moving
                  with the older boy's pumping.  I slid my cock in and out of his
                     mouth, watching his lips grasp my cock, enjoying the slick
                 feeling of his saliva on my cock's shaft.  I grabbed it and began
                   pumping my shaft, his sweet tongue licking the cockhead as it
                  came close.  From Sean's moans, I could tell he was almost ready
                  to spurt his come into Steve's virgin ass, and I, too was almost
                                           ready to come.
                       Steve's cock began pumping in my hand, and I looked down at
                   it as its pretty four inches sprayed yet again onto the boy's
                  stomach.  I tickled his bellybutton, full of his come, and drew
                  my finger to my mouth, tasting his salty sperm.  At that moment,
                   I felt that familiar tickling in my shaft, and as I pumped my
                    cock, I sprayed come all over his mouth and face, his tongue
                  working to lick my sperm.  And, with a moan, Sean grabbed Steve
                  close to him, and with a gasp, shot deep inside the boy.  Steve
                       smiled up at Sean, his hands on the boy's pretty butt.
                                             Chapter 4
                      Steve had a sister, Sandy.  She was thirteen, like me, and I
                   liked her, mainly because she was a buddy of a sort.  She was
                   blonde, and very pretty in a cute way, although she was pretty
                  much of a tomboy and I just hadn't noticed it.  She always wore
                  pants and t-shirts, and played with us a lot just as hard as we
                  did.  We hadn't, though, introduced her to our secret world; we
                   worked hard to ditch her before getting naked.  We just didn't
                 think she'd be interested, and frankly we were intimitaded by her
                   because she was a girl; after all, we'd been taught that they
                                   wouldn't like anything sexual.
                         Which is why it was a surprise when, one afternoon that
                 summer when Steve and I were at his house, just about to lick and
                  suck each other to come-splashing orgasms, we were surprised by
                                               Sandy.
                       We'd gone over there without Sean, who had to do something
                  that day, and, giggling, had closed ourselves into his room.  I
                  happily pulled his shirt off, and he mine, and we embraced, our
                   little nipples stroked by our soft chests.  Sean was a little
                  shorter than I, maybe four inches.  I knelt and undid his pants,
                  sliding them with his underpants down his smooth, hard legs and
                  round ass.  I gently took his cock, now getting hard, and licked
                           its cute head.  I then took it into my mouth.
                       It was at that moment that Sandy burst in -- me, shirt off,
                   cock in mouth, Steve obviously enjoying it, naked.  Both Steve
                              and I gasped in shock, and jerked apart.
                       "What you guys doing?" asked Sandy with a malicious smile,
                  "huh?"  "Uhhh...nothing," said Steve, intelligently, sitting on
                   the edge of the bed with one hand covering his crotch and now
                 thoroughly deflated cock.  "Looks like fun," said Sandy.  We sat,
                 in tableau, all looking at each other.  "So what are you going to
                 do?" I asked, "tell?"  "Maybe," said Sandy, saucily, "maybe not."
                      We thought about that.  "So...what would it take," I asked. 
                   "Oh, maybe we can think of something," said Sandy, and for the
                 first time, I swear, I started to think of her as a girl.  I also
                  noticed, to my surprise, that her nipples were standing through
                  her t-shirt.  Her breasts were not much more than little cones,
                         and they'd only recently been even that noticable.
                       "So...what?" I asked.  "Hmmm..." she said, a wicked little
                    gleam in her eye, "well, what were you guys doing, really?" 
                  Before Steve could say anything else stupid, I said, "something
                  that's pretty cool.  But I think it's only for boys," as if that
                  were smarter.  "Well, maybe you could let me watch," she said. 
                 Steve started to object but she continued, "or maybe I could tell
                     mom and dad."  We both thought about that for a minute, me
                  looking at Steve, a realization dawning that maybe this could be
                   something fun.  "Well, Ok," I said, "but only if you're pretty
                                        quiet."  She nodded.
                       I went over and gently pulled Steve's knees apart.  Then I
                    pulled his hand away from his hairless crotch.  His cock was
                 completely shrunken, its little head cute above his small balls. 
                   Glancing over to Sandy, I leaned down and began licking it.  I
                    explained to her that this was something boys did with each
                   other, and that it felt really good.  Steve leaned back on the
                   bed, and I took his entire cock into my mouth.  It got stiffer
                   and stiffer, and my cock, now stiff in the excitement of doing
                    Steve and knowing Sandy was watching my every move, pressed
                                         against my pants.
                       With one hand I pumped Steve's cock up and down, sucking it
                   with wet, slurpy kisses.  Steve began moaning in pleasure, and
                 his body became shiny with sweat.  His back arcing, he pushed his
                  cock hard into my mouth, and I could taste the first of his boy-
                    come.  Given Sandy's presence, that I wanted her to see what
                   happened, I pulled back and allowed Steve's hard cock to spray
                 come all over him.  I looked over at Sandy, and she was obviously
                 fascinated, her breathing heavy, her hard nipples obvious through
                    her shirt.  I explained what just happened.  "Do you want to
                  touch it?" I asked her, and she mutely nodded.  I drew her hand
                 to her brother's now-soft penis and she gently handled it.  Steve
                   was watching all this with interest.  I pulled her hand away.
                       "Do you want to join in with us?" I asked her.  "Yes!" she
                   answered.  "Well, if you do, you'll have to do some things." 
                                      "Ok," she said, "what?"
                      "First, you've got to undress," I said.  "But you're not, at
                  least totally," she pointed out.  "Ok," I said, and I stood up. 
                  Her eyes devoured me as I slowly, coyly unbuckled my belt.  This
                     was the first time I'd ever shown myself before a girl.  I
                   unbuttoned my pants, and then undid the zipper.  All the time
                  looking into here eager eyes, I slowly lowered my pants, leaving
                    my underpants on.  Her eyes were riveted on my cock, which I
                     tried to not get too hard too fast.  I then drew my white
                  underpants down, slowly.  I pulled them off my butt first, then
                 slowly down my penis.  When I reached my cockhead, it popped out. 
                  "Ah!" she gasped, looking at my hard cock standing perpendicular
                     from my body.  I could tell that she was really turned on.
                       "Ok, your turn," I said.  She stood up and slowly drew her
                   shirt off.  Her breasts were bare under it, and they were very
                   pretty, small cones topped with fine small nipples.  Her skin
                  looked very soft, but her slim frame showed it off well.  With a
                   small smile, she unbuttoned her pants, and drew them off.  She
                 then lowered her cotton panties, until she stood naked before us. 
                 Her body was very cute, with a firm, finely rounded ass, only the
                  slightest shading of pubic hair, and long, lean legs.  Steve sat
                   up on the bed, his penis hardening.  We stood, looking, for a
                                            long moment.
                       "Do you want to touch me?" I asked.  She nodded.  Her hand
                 moved forward and grasped my cock.  Her hand was very smooth, and
                   its warmth moved me; my cock began swelling.  She gently moved
                 her hand on my cock, and her tender touch turned me on immensely.
                      She knelt in order to look closer to this miracle.  I looked
                  down onto her blonde head, and her sweet back.  If I leaned back
                   slightly, I could see her small breasts and down to her smooth
                  slit.  I was fascinated by this angle, and with this stimulus, I
                                          got even harder.
                         She looked up at me.  "Can I kiss it like you did with
                  Steve?" she asked.  I could only nod in response.  I could feel
                               her hot breath as she leaned forward.
                        Her lips touched the tip, and I started in pleasure.  Her
                 tongue lapped at my cockhead, and her warm saliva bathed it.  I'd
                 never had a girl touch me sexually, and this was incredible, even
                   more exciting that with the boys.  My hand rested on her soft,
                    blonde hair, and she drew herself closer, pulling more of my
                    rigid cock into her mouth.  I looked up at Steve, and he was
                   attentive, on the edge of the bed, his cock hard in his hand.
                          I began slowly drawing my hips back and pushing them
                      forward, sliding my cock into and out of her mouth.  She
                  instintively rounded her lips, and my cock slid against her wet
                  tongue.  One of her hands rested on my thigh, stroking my skin. 
                    My hand stroked her shoulder.  She stopped.  "Do you want to
                   shoot your stuff?" she asked, looking up at me.  Her blue eyes
                   were shining in excitement.  "Can I?" I said, and she nodded,
                    saying, "yes, but warn me 'cause I don't want to eat it this
                                       time, Ok?"  I nodded.
                        She resumed, and I took a more stable stance, pushing my
                  cock in and out her eager mouth.  Both her warm hands grasped my
                  ass, and she, too, directed me.  I felt my cock twitch and only
                 was just able to say "I'm...uhhhh," and she pulled back, her hand
                   grasping my shaft, when my cock sprayed its come all over her
                  face, chest, and stomach.  She looked surprised but smiled up at
                  me when I was done and had dribbled the last onto her thighs.  I
                   looked down at her sweet face, covered now with come, and her
                   breasts, which had droplets of rapidly liquifying come sliding
                                             down them.
                       I knelt next to her and kissed her, my come lubricating our
                  faces.  My hands closed around her body, my fingers touching her
                                        fine, small breasts.
                       Steve made a small noise, and we broke our reverie.  Sandy
                   looked up and smiled, and then down at his hard little cock. 
                 "What's the matter -- you want some, too?" she asked, teasingly. 
                                    He looked at us and smiled.
                        In subsequent weeks, we began our career in sex.  Sandy,
                  Steve and I would have many happy hours together, and Sean and I
                            would join her in a glorious pile of bodies.
                       As the years went by, we slowly drifted apart.  Sandy went
                     to college and earned a doctorate in Literature; now, she
                    deconstructs Emily Dickinson.  Sean joined the military, was
                  highly decorated in Desert Storm, and eventually came out gay. 
                   His case is still pending.  And Steve founded his own company,
                   creating and selling computer software.  We get together on a
                   yearly camping trip with our families, but rarely talk of the
                    past.  Those memories are best lived in our imaginations...
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