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Nasty Fun with Ronnie

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by Dan Some of my best and most exciting sexual memories come from my teenage years. Here is another set of recollections about me and my nephew Ronnie, who is 2 years older than me. One Christmas season Ronnie came to stay with me and my family in California. His family (my sister and her husband and kids) lived in a northwestern state. Since he was out of high school for Christmas break over a week before Christmas, Ronnie flew down to my house and the rest of his family was going to make the long drive down to California later in the month, just in time for Christmas. I had a girlfriend named Candy at the time (I was 14 and Ronnie was 16), and one evening she invited me and Ronnie over to her house so we could go caroling with her and her best friend Linda. Linda was a nice girl, and she and Ronnie hit it off really well. So the evening ended up being a double-date of sorts. We went out caroling and actually made several dollars in donations. We thought this was very funny since none of us could really sing and we just sang the carols in unison, without any attempt at harmonizing. After we got back to Candy�s house we all sat around her living room. Her parents had gone out for the evening and they trusted us not to do anything bad. We didn�t do much of anything except eat and make out. Ronnie happily got into it with Linda while Candy and I got all steamy. Basically, all we did was french kiss and rub our hard dicks through our jeans against our girls, squeezing their tits and trying to feel their moist panties. Around ten o�clock we had to leave because that�s when my dad was picking us up. After we got home and had some snacks and hung out with my family for awhile, everybody started getting ready for bed. Ronnie was sharing my double-sized bed with me. We had been messing around sexually since I was 11 or 12 and he was 13 or 14. So by now we had sex regularly every time our families would visit for vacations. On this night we undressed and climbed onto my bed and watched TV. We talked about how hot we�d gotten with Candy and Linda, about how sexy it would be to fuck them. Ronnie and I loved to talk real nasty when we�d have sex and he got pretty raunchy talking about Linda. Neither of us had fucked a girl yet, but we knew what we�d do if we got the chance. His filthy imagination had me rock hard and I was dripping precum like a faucet. He was, too. I guess I should describe him: Ronnie looked pretty much like an all-American boy-next-door type, with dirty blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a crooked grin that melted your heart. He wore his hair sort of long at the front, so his straight blond hair gave him fairly long bangs. Like a surfer. He stood about 5�8� and weighed a sinewy 145 pounds. His pits, crotch, and legs were thickets of damp, dark blond hair, and Ronnie liked the smell of his own sweat, so he rarely wore deodorant. I loved it, I loved his stink, and to this day it�s still something that totally turns me on with a hot young guy. His cock was cut and about my size; in fact, our equipment was pretty similar in size and appearance. All in the family, I guess, as well as most of the males going through puberty pretty early. Our dicks were both about 7 �� long with nice, fat, purple helmet heads. Hairy balls, thick, moist pubes that usually stank like horny, active teenage boys, smooth chests and fuzzy asses, with hairy cracks and holes, and that�s the picture of us both. Except I have dark brown hair. Anyway, nothing extra special happened this night, but I have always remembered how great this particular jack off session was, for some reason. It�s like one of those moments that crystallizes in our memories, preserved in all its rich detail forever, like a fly in amber. So there we were in my bedroom, lying on the bed, dressed only in our grungy white socks and tighty whities. Both of us had raging boners by now and we continued to talk more hot trash talk, half watching the television, half watching each other�s bodies and our jam-packed briefs with small wet stains slowly spreading over the white fabric. We were silent for a few moments, both of us rubbing our hot palms over our cotton-covered dicks, hard and throbbing underneath our tingling hands. Ronnie scooted closer to me and threw his right arm over my shoulder. We turned to look at each other and leaned in for our first kiss of the night. I breathed in his breath just before our opened mouths clamped onto each other and our tongues rough-housed together. His tongue was all over the inside of my mouth, just like mine was in his. Every few moments, our tongues would meet and caress each other before moving on for more probing and licking. When we came up for air, a thin thread of spit dangled from Ronnie�s lower lip and off his chin, and I remember how hard that made my cock twitch. I reached over and rubbed his hard cock through his tighties and then leaned forward to run my mouth over his covered mound, smelling his randiness and that young male animal smell that signals sex. His hand found my briefs-covered hard-on while I tongued and mouthed his crotch and he was rubbing and brushing his whole hand against it. When I sat back up and leaned against the headboard beside him, Ronnie said, �Let�s strip.� So we did. For some reason we usually kept our socks on when we fucked around, but tonight we both just instinctively took our nasty socks off, too. I remember we purposely left them handy on the bed near us, because Ronnie and me both got off on our dirty socks when we were horny and knew we�d want them within reach for some stinky, sexy fun. After we�d slipped off our briefs and peeled our socks off our sweaty feet we leaned back against the headboard and reached over to grasp each other�s hard cock. The feel of Ronnie�s hot, dry hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft, sliding up and down in slow, delicious strokes made me arch my hips up and groan low and deep. But I never missed a beating stroke on his dick, no matter how good he was making mine feel. We were a great team, the two of us, always looking out for out own excitement, but never forgetful of the other�s pleasure. Every time I up-stroked on his dick, a fresh trembling drop of his precum would coat my fingers for the slippery ride back down his shaft. When I�d get to the base, I�d go down to his nuts and fondle them, rolling and gently squeezing the load of fresh boy jizz churning and roiling inside his hairy balls. Result: more clear prenut waiting for my fingers to swipe up. Ronnie reached his hand over to my chest, rubbing and caressing my nipples and running his fingertips down my glory trail to play with my lush pubes while his other hand kept up the steady jacking rhythm on my cock. Like Ronnie, I also had copious amounts of precum flowing out of my dick head, and he loved tasting it. He couldn�t get enough of my juices, not only my prejizz, but also my nut. Ronnie loved my cum just as much as I loved his. We both shot hard and far, and we never got tired of seeing who would shoot the most and furthest. It was like our own private sport. When I couldn�t stand the hungry lust for his body any longer, I rolled over on top of him, as we slid down flat onto the bed. I lowered myself down slowly but firmly over his naked, sweating body, feeling his heat and smelling his sweat and hormones as both kicked into overdrive. As soon as he supported my full body weight, we would start to rub and grind our hips and bodies all over each other. This was our favorite activity, frotting and kissing and licking and whispering hot, filthy shit into each other�s ears. His hot breath would beat against my face and we�d watch each other get flushed and even sweatier. We were all over each other this night, amped and horny as hell from all the making out and feeling-up we had done on the girls just a little over an hour ago. I remember whispering into his ear, �I wonder if Candy and Linda are doing this, too, right now?� We giggled like the school boys we were, then Ronnie used his greater strength to roll us over so that he was now on top of me. Once he had me firmly under himself, he raised one of his arms up and brought it down over my face so that his rank, steamy pit was covering my nose and mouth. �Sniff my pit, dude�smell my sweat�� he kept saying, almost like a mantra. I was only too happy to do it, and the more of his sweat stink I got in my nose and on my tongue, the hornier and nastier my imagination got. I felt around beside me on the bed and touched our wet, stiff socks, grabbed a handful of them and brought it up to where I thought his face was. He positioned himself so that he could bury his face in the dirty socks I held out for him, as I continued licking and sniffing his pit. I remember I even tore at his pit hair with my teeth, making him draw in his breath with a sharp hiss that turned into a whimper of pure pleasure. When he felt I had worked long enough on that pit, he switched arms so that I had a nice, funky fresh one to work on. In the pause between pits, we brought our mouths back to each other�s, swirling our tongues together, tasting the pit sweat and sock funk on each other�s breaths. This only made us crazier, and soon we were both licking and snapping and biting at each other�s face, neck, shoulders, anything we could reach. Like I said, we were wild for each other and the nasty pleasure that we shared. Our secret sex was all we could think about whenever our families visited; it was all we wanted to do besides goofing off like most teenage boys during the days. We couldn�t wait for nighttime because that�s when we could close the bedroom door and not have to worry about being bugged by our parents or siblings. In fact, the very idea that our sex play was a total secret only served to make it hotter for us. We had been fucking around sexually for almost 4 years now and nobody suspected a thing. So when we�d go into hypersex-drive, like tonight, the fact that we had to keep quiet when all our nerve-endings were prompting us to scream and bellow like rutting bulls only made the incredible sexual tension between us and inside us all the stronger. We fucked each other�s bellies for a little while longer, our rock hard cocks slipping and sliding against each other, balls mashed together, pubes scratching and twining and pinching, �til we were both close to busting our nut. When we�d get too close, we�d back off and just lay there, making out like 2 horny boys, totally involved in swapping spit and trash talking. �I wanna fuckin� cum so hard right in your fuckin� face, dude,� Ronnie panted into my ear, while I chuckled low and answered, �Get my hair all matted together with your jizz, dude, blast that fucking shit all over me, baby.� He got himself up off me, scooting his body forward so that he now pinned me down by sitting on my chest, cock aimed right at my face. I leaned my head forward and swirled my tongue all around the swollen reddish-purple head of his dick, tasting and savoring the salty sweetness of all the precum oozing from his piss slit. He leaned backwards, supporting himself by placing his hands on either side of my thighs. He formed a beautiful arc with his gleaming, sweating, naked body, hips bucking hard while he fucked my throat. I had his ass cheeks cupped in my hands, squeezing the firm, fuzzy flesh hard and tickling his asshole with my finger. He reached over and grabbed one of our smelly socks, his or mine didn�t really matter, and put it in his mouth to keep himself from yelling out. All he could do was growl and whimper quietly while he chewed at the stinking sock in his mouth. Every once in a while he would pull his cock out of my mouth and slap me hard across the face with it; it felt like being pummeled with a suede-wrapped club. I loved it. Especially feeling his precum leave sticky, wet smears across my face. I pushed him away which he knew was his cue for a change of position. He clambered off me and I stood up on my bed and leaned against the wall. I remember feeling the Crucifix hanging above my bed dig into my ass. That made me even hornier and harder. Catholic boys, go figure. I spread my legs and he kneeled between them, running his warm hands up and down my entire legs, kneading my feet and toes before running back up them. Then he�d run one hand up my torso and chest, rubbing under my arms to catch the stink of my sweat on his fingers, pinching and pulling at my nipples as his hands roamed back down. And all the time, he was devouring my cock, sucking and lapping away like it was a lollipop. �Smell my balls,� I quietly told him, and he did. He loved to smell my nuts, especially under them where he said it smelled like balls and ass. I used to tell him that was sick until I tried it on him and then I knew what he was talking about. I almost shot on the spot. While he was sniffing and smelling deep, I rubbed my spit-coated, shiny dick up and down the top of his head, feeling the silky smoothness of his blond hair, like fucking a satin-sheeted mattress. He stood up facing me on the bed and leaned his whole body against mine. We were grinding away, hands roaming fast and furious all over our bodies, then hungrily clamping the back of a neck in order to shove a tongue even deeper into the other�s throat, all the while with raging hard slicked-up cocks rubbing and sliding together. It felt so incredibly masculine! I was almost there, so I pushed him away; we stood there just staring at each other, eating each other up with our ravenous eyes, hungry for the coming fountains of hot sperm. We lay back down on the bed and got comfortable. We sat really close together, side-by-side, legs draped over the others�. We each had an arm around the other�s shoulder, alternately stroking our own cocks, then lending a hand to each other. I told him to turn around and he got into one of our favorite, familiar positions - him lying on his side, his back towards me. Then I would scoot in even closer to him, also on my side now, so that I could slide my slippery dick up and down the length of his sweaty ass crack. We never actually fucked each other, but rubbing our dicks between each other�s ass cheeks was something we both loved. As I lay there, pumping away at his ass crack, I let my hands run all over his chest and hips, before reaching down to fondle his hard cock and full ballsack. When I got close to shooting I pulled back and turned over onto my side, Ronnie�s cue to return the favor. He bit the back of my neck as he slid his slimy cock between the clefts of my hairy crack. God, it felt so amazing! �I love fucking your ass, Dan,� he said in a raspy voice, his breath irregular and all mixed up with grunting. I remember that he let out a loud burp after he said this, and I could smell the Coca Cola we had drunk earlier on his breath. We both laughed and I turned to face him so that now we could kiss and frot while still lying on our sides. He reached over me, grabbed 2 of our socks and slipped one over his rigid dick while he handed me the other sock and I did the same to mine. We went back to rubbing our sock-covered cocks against each other, the stink from the socks getting stronger and muskier from the heat of our wet erections. We played around with our socks and dicks for a little while longer, making out the whole time. We both got tired of the socks around the same time and whipped them off our dicks so we could get some hand-to-cock contact going. I could feel my orgasm start to come to a boil and knew that I�d be spewing soon. Like clockwork, Ronnie started whimpering in the back of his throat and I knew from our years of familiarity with each other�s sexual responses that he�d be erupting pretty quickly, too. He rolled away from me fast and started getting that straining, eyes-clamped-tightly-shut, red-faced look that signals immanent ejaculation. �Oh fuck, dude, I�m almost there�,� he whispered. �Come on, Ronnie, shoot your load all over me, dude. Come on, jack off and shoot for me, man, all the fuck over me�I wanna feel your hot nut all over my face, fucker. I love you, man,� I whispered back, encouraging him on like usual. He suddenly looked surprised and overwhelmed and I knew it was gonna start flowing. He stood up quickly on the bed, stepped clumsily over me so that he now straddled my body, cock flashing in and out of his fist, almost a blur, dick aimed down straight at my open mouth below him. I was flat on my back, jacking furiously, watching his dick appear then disappear in his hand, seeing his heavy balls jerk up and down, watching his ass cheeks clench as he got near to shooting. With a mighty intake of hissing breath, he let loose. The first great rope of cum jetted out about 2 feet and slammed onto my writhing body, slashing a wide ribbon of hot cum from my navel to the inside of my right thigh. With my free hand I scooped up some of his hot cum and slathered my dick with it, using his nut as lube. What remained on my fingers I quickly licked off. The taste of his strong, bleachy sperm drove me wild and I gasped, �Oh, fuck,� as I neared the trigger point. He was gazing down at my face, clearly insane with sexlust and the force of his delirious orgasm, as the next few cum-cords blasted out of his engorged cock and rained onto my welcoming face. Some landed right on my tongue and I could sense myself wildly lapping all around my lips, trying to get as much of his jizz as I could. He leaned over so that he could better aim the remaining bursts directly onto my face. Wad after wad slapped against my face, and I could feel heavy clots of nut falling into my hair as well. I started moaning and Ronnie knew this was the moment. He bent over so that his face was only inches away from my swollen cock, ready for his baptism of nut. While I jerked, I reached up and grabbed his softening dick, milking it of its last precious pearls of cum, hungrily slurping up whatever dregs I could manage to get out of his amazing meat. With a few final strokes, I arched my back up and let loose with a stream of cum that splashed hard against Ronnie�s cheek, then felt the hot, quivering moistness of his open mouth as it surrounded my cock head, ready to gulp down all of my delicious semen. I raised my head up some to see my dick shoot out a good 4 or 5 ropes of white gold, each blast followed by his lips suctioning my cock head, coaxing out another volley of hot, liquid ammunition. When I was finished, I rubbed my cock head all over his head and face, smearing cum from his hair to his chin. He collapsed over me, both of us panting and laughing at how awesome our orgasms had felt. We were coated with sperm, the sheets were flecked with wet globs of it. We scooped up as much as we could and smeared it on each other, eyes glittering and giggling with nasty excitement. He rubbed the cum in my hair into my scalp and I knew I�d have stiff peaks on my head in the morning. We kissed for a while longer before we both began to drift off into heavy sleep. We pressed our sopping wet, cum and sweat-drenched bodies tightly into each other, smelling the reek of hot, fresh, young sperm all around us. At last sleep overtook us, and we fell asleep in each other�s arms. The next morning, the bed looked like a battlefield, covers and sheets and pillows tangled and stiff from the fun of the night before. The hair on our bodies was glued together and it hurt a little as we separated. We looked at each other, almost hung-over from the sexual high we had been on the night before. We looked beautiful - scruffy and rumpled, with dried cum evident all over our faces. The stink of adolescent boys and sex still filled the air, so I opened my window to air it out. As I turned to walk back to the bed, my cock heavy and bloated with morning horniness, I saw that Ronnie had already kicked the covers off and was well into his first jack off session of the day. I hurried back to bed, eager for more.