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Boys Are a Kids Best Friend

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 22 Sep 2001 5 comments
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by Bill It all happened seven years ago. I was 14 and horny as all hell. No one knew that at the time I was manifesting feelings of homosexuality; no one except for my friend, Micheal. He was 15 years old and completely gorgeous: wavy brown hair, muscular, and these hazel brown eyes that could make you want to rip his clothes off and go at it right there. He seemed to be the only person who knew what I was feeling. Micheal came over to my house one day, I just thought that he was there to hang out. We started walking around my neighbor hood, then I got an idea. I began telling him that his penis was only two inches when erect. This got on his nerves quite a bit. He began arguing that it was seven inches and he could prove it. We got back to my house and went to my bed room. As soon as we got inside I told him, "no ones home, Micheal, why don't you prove your seven inches. Unless you're chicken!" He then procceeded to remove his pants. The entire time my cock growing, increasing in size until it had nowhere to go. The tent in my pants was very obvious, being that I was wearing sweat pants. He was naked and erect in my bed room. I had never seen anything like it, he was not kidding, seven inches long. The color and shape were perfect. A little precum glistening off of his gigantic head. I knew right then that I wanted his dick more than anything else. He turned to me and said, "Okay, Billy, I proved it and now it's your turn. Unless you're chicken!" He used the same phrase on me. But I was not shy, even though I wasn't as big as him, six inches is still not bad. I began removing my clothes, and as I slid my boxers over my ready-and-waiting purple headed warrior, I knew that he was gay, just like me. I proved myself to him, but he just kept staring at me. Those eyes were driving me crazy, I could stand it no longer, I walked over to him and put my hand on his cock. He didn't act at all surprised but just lay down on my bed. He knew what I wanted and he was going to let me have it. All this time waiting had finally paid off. I didn't waste any time, but went straight for his dick with my mouth. His groaning let me know he was enjoying it. My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own; moving up and down, swirling around the head, and playing with his piss slit. He was going crazy and I loved doing it to him. As he started face fucking me I knew what was coming, he was about to blow a huge load in my mouth. I went even faster, until he couldn't take it any longer. I could feel him tense up as he cam in my mouth. I stopped sucking and he looked at me with bewonderment in his eyes, but without words, he knew it was my turn for some fun. I got on the bed and awaited his mouth. As he surrounded my aching dick with his mouth, I knew I was in for a treat. This was a feeling like no other, the way he worked his tongue to find the one spot that can make any guy go wild. He found it and I blew one of the biggest loads of my life. But he didn't swallow all of it; instead, he brought his head to mine and engaged me in a french kiss. My own cum entering my mouth and going back into his, our tongues getting all tisted until they seemed as one. We unlocked our lips and he told me, "Now that was the best time I have ever had!" We met again on several different occasions and did alot more. He even brought some friends along. But as they say, that is another story.