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Peanut Butter Sandwich

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by Dan When I was 14, I spent the summer at my sister�s house with her and her family in a northwestern state. My nephew Ronnie, who was 16 (it�s a long story) and I had been playing around sexually for 3 or 4 years, and we both looked forward to winter and summer vacations because we knew that our families would visit together for at least a few days or weeks, depending on the season. That meant that he and I could play horny kid sex games every night and even sometimes during the day, if we could be sure that there was no way we could be caught. Ronnie had 2 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers; he was the eldest. My sister, to save her sanity and to give us the opportunity to earn some spending money, got Ronnie and myself and his 2 sisters involved with a daily raspberry picking crew of kids. The old yellow farm bus would pick us up every weekday morning at 6:30 a.m. for the ride out to the berry farm. Once there, we would partner up, collect our equipment, and get our row assignments. It sounds horrible but it was actually pretty fun. No one supervised us, really, and if you wanted to goof off quietly no one would bug you. The only negative was that you�d come home with maybe a few dollars, whereas if you�d really worked at it you could earn almost $20 a day if you were a good worker. Most of the time, Ronnie and I were fair workers, averaging maybe $12 a day. It was just too tempting being out in those fields to not play tricks and pranks on my nieces, who were usually fairly close by in some nearby rows. We�d mush all our berries together, scout out their location, then launch the berries from our buckets like bombs. We�d wait a few seconds, then hear the satisfying scream of one or both of the girls as they got drenched by our berry bombs. We�d get yelled at later when we got home, but it was worth it. Well, this is all set-up for what Ronnie and I did one day out in the field. It was the nastiest thing we had ever done, and it made us totally exhilarated because it was so nasty. The night before we had been particularly insane from our horniness and were doing and saying all sorts of hot, nasty shit to each other. We were both totally into cum - our own and each others. We couldn�t get enough of our nut. Ronnie told me, �Dude, tomorrow I�m gonna do something that will make you fucking laugh your ass off but it�ll be hot as fuck, too. You�ll love it.� And he got that evil gleam in his eyes that told me his filthy imagination was cooking up something good. When I woke up I remembered what he had said the night before, and as soon as we made eye contact I knew it was the foremost thought in his head, too. We laughed without saying why but we both knew what we meant. It was driving my sister nuts while we ate breakfast but she�d been the mom of teenagers long enough to know better than to try to figure out what was going on. She was cool that way. When we got out to the fields later on and Ronnie and I were secluded in our portion of the fields, I asked him what he was planning. He smirked and said �What�d my mom pack us for lunch?� It was a rhetorical question, because it was always a peanut butter sandwich, a piece of fruit, some chips, and a canned drink. I listed the items off mechanically, but when I was through he added, �A peanut butter with extra nut sandwich, you mean.� I started to say, �What?� but then realized what he was saying. I started laughing my ass off, just like he�d said, but I was also getting a major boner from the idea. Because I knew that we�d be jerking off and fucking around right out there in the field in order to get that �extra nut� for our sandwiches. It was still early in the morning, but he and I kept taking breaks to make out and rub our hard cocks together through our thin cotton shorts. It got hot early out in the fields. All we had on were tee-shirts, shorts, socks and our dirty old Converse hi-top sneakers.. We weren�t wearing any underwear that summer because we had both discovered how awesome it felt to go commando. Plus it felt better whenever we were able to get a quick grab in when no one was looking. It was a good thing that we wore our t-shirts oversized and long because it helped cover the fact that we were at least half hard most of the day. At one point we felt it was safe enough for him to pull his shorts down and for me to smear smushed raspberry all over his hard cock and then lick and suck it off. Then he did it to me. It felt and smelled awesome, and the sight of our red-stained lips and crimson chins made it look even sexier. The hours dragged on and all the time we were getting hornier and hornier, saying crazier and filthier shit to each other. We were both into talking dirty, really hot, nasty stuff. Finally lunch-time came and the girls came to join us. When we hooked up we told them that we were gonna eat with some kids from a few rows over we had met earlier. The place was pretty huge, so it was easy to get away privately. Some of the older kids would go off into the bushes to make out. My nieces shrugged at us, then went to sit in the clearing that had been made close to our rows for people to take breaks in. We only had 40 minutes for lunch and then we were supposed to go back to work. In practice, you took as long as you wanted since you weren�t being paid by the hour anyway. But we scrambled away and deep into the tall, thick, fragrant rows of warm berry bushes, away from any nearby voices or movement. When we had found a good spot, Ronnie put his backpack down, unpacked his lunch and then rubbed his dirt and raspberry stained hands over the long, fat mound under his shorts. When he pulled his shorts down to his knees his big, engorged dick sprang out and up with a loud, wet slap against his belly. I had my shorts down by now, too, squeezing my nuts while I rubbed my stiff, leaking cock against the smooth underside of my forearm. I let my backpack slip off my shoulder and land with a thud at my side, then opened it and took out my lunch bag. I got my sandwich out too, and glanced over at Ronnie who was stroking nice and smooth, grinning at me with his bright blue eyes squinched up in that devilish smile of his. �Lick my balls,� he said out loud, which made me hornier all of a sudden. Here we were in a public place, out in the sun, jacking off and preparing to shoot our cum all over our peanut butter sandwiches. This was sexy as hell to our adolescent brains! As I walked the few steps towards him he raised his arms and pulled his t-shirt off and threw it at me. I laughed and caught it, then bunched it up and brought it to my face so I could inhale his sweat stink before I dropped to my knees and swirled my tongue all over his hairy, sweaty balls. Ronnie was talking to me while I tongued his nuts and sucked on his cock a little before popping a nut back into my mouth to suck on it for a bit. �Oh hell yeah, Dan, sniff my balls�they stink don�t they?, they stink real good, just how you like them�fuck yeah, we�re gonna eat hot cum in a few minutes, aren�t we?� When I was finished with his balls, I stood up and he pulled my sweaty t-shirt off over my head when I raised my arms up. He tossed my t-shirt on the ground and held my arms up with his hands so he could bury his face in my smelly pits and inhale the musky, masculine aroma of my 14 year-old boy sweat. By now we were rubbing our cocks together hard against each other�s stomach, slipping and sliding our swollen, engorged dicks back and forth, the feel of our naked, sweaty skin hot and steamy under the noonday sun. Our mouths were glued to each other�s, tongues darting wildly in and out and all around each other�s opened mouths. We pulled back from each other and started pumping our dicks in and out of our hot fists. I�d look from his cock to his face, then back again, while he did the same. �I fucking love your white ass, Dan,� he said out loud, making me even harder because he was saying this at full volume out there in the fields. �You better shoot a major load of nut, dude,� I said to him, thrilled at the sound of my own adolescent voice at normal volume, seeing him increase his steady jacking on his cock. Within seconds we were both fumbling for our sandwiches, taking a break from touching our slimy dicks so we could get our peanut butter sandwiches opened, getting them ready for a layer of sperm on top of the peanut butter. I remember that we both started laughing, our cocks twitching and lunging, eager to be stroked to eruption. When we had our sandwiches ready in our hands, held out in front of our throbbing hard-ons, he said, �Are you close?� I answered by growling low in my throat, our mutual signal that we were just about ready to blast off. We took a few steps backwards from each other, positioning ourselves so we�d have a clear full-length view of each other as we shot together. He started making that rumbling roar deep in his chest and then he said, �I�m gonna cum, I�m gonna shoot, oh fuck you, here it comes, dude�� Aw yeah, me too, here I cum Ronnie, here it goes�,� and we both let it rip within seconds of each other. I had to tear my eyes off him to make sure I had my flaring cock head pointed straight at my opened sandwich, the peanut butter shining and creamy looking, waiting for the first spurts of my cum. I felt the hot jizz come boiling up the length of my shaft, then saw it flash out in a molten bolt of white lightning, slamming right into the middle of my sandwich. I started laughing breathlessly, feeling the next rope ready to blast out of my piss slit. I glanced at Ronnie and saw him buck his hips once as he bent his knees and let loose a beautifully formed long cord of gleaming white semen that splashed across the length of his sandwich. He overshot a bit, and the bullet tip of his first spurt landed on the dirt in front of him. He quickly repositioned his cock and the next few ropes landed properly, coating the golden brown surface of the peanut butter. He looked up at me just as I looked back down at my dick, already shooting out more pearly ropes of hot, rich sperm, some of it oozing off the side of the bread crust. When we were done milking our cocks or their final precious drops of our nut onto our sandwiches, we both started laughing again, but this time quietly and conspiratorially, totally turned on by this secret, nasty experiment. We put the top piece of bread back onto our sandwiches and smushed it together, forcing some of our cum to leak out the edges of the bread. I scooped up a bit from the crust and held my finger out to Ronnie so he could suck it off my finger. He sucked on my finger and got it all, then smiled at me and said, �Well, it�s lunch time!� We pulled our shorts back up, stuffing our heavy, bloated dicks inside our shorts, then sat down on the ground to eat our sandwiches. Now, if you�ve never tried this before, I can tell you that peanut butter and cum sandwiches taste awesome! The jizz just made the peanut butter seem richer and creamier, and the heat from our fresh cum felt slightly warm and thick in our mouths. We kept telling each other what each bite tasted like - Ronnie said that my cum tasted like a sweet-salty candy coating, and that he�d like to have just my cum on bread next time, forget about the peanut butter. I could feel my prick start to twitch and throb again when he said that, and I took another big bite out of my sandwich. This time I got a major glob of his jizz and it DID taste like sweet-salty candy! I told him, �Dude, you know what�d be hot, too? Next time we have hot dogs, instead of mustard -,� but he cut me off, already well aware of what I was gonna say. We laughed and laughed and spent the rest of the day coming up with new and insane ways to savor the taste of each other�s jizz. We actually DID try many different ways of eating each other�s loads over the next several weeks, but this first time was one of the hottest and most exciting experiences of my teen years. By the way, we each made under $10 that day. My nieces made double that amount. We didn�t care at all; and we teased the girls all the way home on the school bus, telling them that we KNEW for certain that our lunches tasted way better than theirs did that day. Then we�d snicker and guffaw, just like the goofy adolescent boys we were, while my nieces just stared at us, bored and slightly amused by their older brother and uncle.