Lapped At My CockheadThe 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. 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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