A Risky Business

I grew up in a rural town. There weren’t a great number of diversions, and as result the few of us young people who lived there often found our own ways to amuse ourselves. I had a best friend named Ted. We had become inseparable shortly after his parents moved to our little town. We both reached puberty about the same time, and it wasn’t long afterward that we began to explore together a newfound diversion. The problem was, we developed an insatiable desire and longing for each other’s bodies. We would mess around and finally jerk each other off, at least several times a week, and during vacations at least once a day. Sometimes we were not too careful to avoid detection. Two occasions stand out. We had been playing for some time in a fort we had built, and usually when we were gone for several hours, Ted or I would get called back home for some chore or other. Nonetheless, on this particular day, whatever we were doing finally gave way to our favorite activity, fucking each other. We had a mattress in our fort and began caressing each other, playing with each other’s nipples and stroking each other’s inner thighs. Like other times, it drove us crazy with lust as we got ourselves hotter and hotter. "I want to fuck you so bad. I want to cum all over you. I want to shoot my jism till I can’t walk." We would drive ourselves crazy with talk like this. Cocksuckers had a bad name at our school, so we avoided sucking each other off (unfortunate as that now seems). But we would rub our faces along each other’s thighs and drink in the sex smell as our noses reached their goal, our cock and balls. We became intensely turned-on as we breathed in the smell of our boy-meat and as we blew our hot breaths on our painfully hard boners. I would cry out, "I can’t get enough of you; I want you so." Ted would respond, "Oh, I’m so fucking hot; do me, do me!" Though it was already fairly late in the afternoon, we lost track of time. Instead we were lost in those overwhelming feelings of desire for each other. With Ted lying on his back, I was ready to "do him." I laid on top of him, our cocks grinding against one another. Already close to cumming just from the foreplay, I slid my hot cock back and forth, back and forth, groaning with pleasure. "Oh, God, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum." That from one of us would usually push us both over the edge, and we shot our steamy loads, spreading cum all over our bellies. Unfortunately, we did not hear Ted’s brother Dan approach the fort at that very moment, given our cries and moans and groans. There was a small window-like opening, which we had failed to secure, and Dan, hearing the erotic sounds opened the flap, and said, "Hey, what are you guys doing?" Well, since we were both naked and had just cum and since I was still on top of Ted rubbing our cum between our bellies, we didn’t have much to say or explain. In fact, we just groaned, "Oh, shiiiiit." We had never been caught before by anyone. Most fortunately, Ted had caught Dan messing around with another kid just a few months earlier. (That happy event had served us well. Both Dan and his friend were really packed; they were older and did chores for local farmers. So we fantasized fucking them during several of our own jerk-off sessions.) Though Dan was now clearly pleased that he had turned the tables on us, he was in no position to tell on us and so simply delivered the message: Ted’s mom was looking for him--it was almost time for supper! We really had lost track of time. We also realized that it was fortunate that Dan was around at the time their mother was looking for Ted and Dan for supper, since he offered to go to the fort to see if we were there. It scared us—but clearly not enough--to think what would have happened if their mother had decided to come out to the fort herself. We quickly lost our erections, at least for an hour or two, and Ted and Dan hurried to the house to get ready for supper. On a second occasion and not long after, I was staying over at Ted’s house. We both slept in his bed, the only bed in his room, and that evening we were playing loud music. We didn’t get a chance to sleep over that often, so we had been looking forward to a night of great fun, eventually, we knew, leading to pleasuring each other and jerking each other off. Once in bed, we wasted little time. We started slowly, each taking turns licking the other’s nipples and slowly brushing our fingers along each other’s inner thighs. We gave special attention to our balls, and since our sacs had some hair on them, we managed a combination of tickle and stroke that got us hotter and hotter. We actually called this, "feeling each other up," an expression we knew guys used when talking about what they did with their girls to get them hot. Of course, we included our breathing games, sucking in the aroma of boy-meat and blowing our hot breaths on each other (our version of a blow job, I guess, though we never called it that). We would come so tantalizingly close to sucking each other’s cock, but instead we kissed each other’s cock, over and over, as well as our balls and thighs (but never the lips, since that would be too queer—so ran our thinking!). That night all each of us wanted was to merge into the other’s body, craving that intense closeness you feel when you cum. We were insatiable, wishing we could cum 100 times a day (the most we ever managed was five). We continued, nuzzling our faces in each other’s crotch, horny beyond words. Finally, we got into a slow jerk-off session. We did it as slowly as we knew how, and took turns, trying to make it last, though we weren’t very good at holding off the desire to cum. Finally, I mounted Ted again (I liked being on top and still do) with boy-meat against boy-meat. Ted grabbed my ass as I fucked away, pulling me into him. Though the music was loud, we were in the house, so we whispered our cries: "I’m going to fuck your brains out, I’m going to fuck you till you’ve spilled all your jism. Ted would respond: "I love your jism; give it to me, give it to me!" Words such as these filled our ears and out flew the jism, making our bellies slippery. We were breathless, and held each other in a tight embrace. Finally, we got unstuck from each other and started playing in the jism on our bellies. Ted suddenly blurted out: "We’re queers, aren’t we?" I was somewhat older and was only somewhat disturbed by his question; nonetheless, it startled me. I said, "It depends on how you look at it. If we’re still doing this when we’re old enough to get married, then I’d say we’re queers. But until then, I don’t think it’s that serious." We knew other guys who jerked each other off (and one guy who got another guy to give him a blow job, only to announce it to the entire neighborhood), so I took comfort in numbers. I figured I didn’t know many adults who were queer—as we called it—so unless there was something unusual about the group of kids we knew, most of us would probably end up being married. I figured, wrongly as it turned out, that marriage was proof you no longer desired sex with guys. (The idea of girls getting it on with each other never crossed our minds.) This special night, however, was not over, because after just a few minutes of talking further and—I think—allaying Ted’s fears, we again felt the urge to "do it," as we used to call it. We had never before done it so soon after we had just cum, but we were feeling especially randy that night. It was a warm night and we pushed the sheet off again, and again began to make love to each other, though we didn’t call it that. I vividly remember the fierce intensity of that first sexual relationship. It was so powerful, so urgent. We caressed each other and said "O, God, I love this" as our urges built. (I suspect we meant, "I love you," but, again, that would have been too scary to contemplate.) We knew that what we were doing was considered taboo by the adults, but it didn’t stop us; in fact it made it even more exciting. So that night we explored each other’s bodies and played and touched and caressed each other and finally got into another truly serious fucking scene. We came on each other and rubbed the new jism on top of the old, smearing it all over our bellies. We felt proud that we could cum twice within 20 minutes or so; it was a new record for us. Feeling somewhat sated, at least for the moment, we had just got back to lying alongside each other rather than on top of each other and had just pulled up the sheet—but were still naked—and Ted’s mother popped her head in the door. "Will you guys turn down your music? I’m having a hard time trying to get to sleep." Had she come in just one minute before, we would have been busted. It would have made for a truly sorry scene, to say nothing of what my parents would have done had she reported her discovery to them. There was no doubt in our minds that she would have done so. We were a little more careful after that, and that passionate period only lasted a year or so. We both became more involved in school activities, and girls started to interest us in new ways. Eventually, when Ted and I talked about it, we chalked up our sexual escapades to experimentation. But at the time, it was one of the few things we lived for in our boring little town.