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Back in April 1985, I was just a regular fourteen-year-old boy with a slightly above average imagination. While not the tallest in the 8th grade, I wasn’t short, and I was proud of the fact I had to shave my lip once a week.
My four best friends and I were on the school’s baseball team. Lex Beckart was the pitcher, John Whitman was the catcher and Joey Conner, Brad Redmond and I were the infield. We’d been playing baseball together for years and had this natural rhythm together that people who watched us said was almost unnatural. Double and triple plays were our specialty that year as we never dropped the ball when throwing to each other.
Brad and I were the team’s star hitters. I only had to look the pitcher in the eyes to know what he was throwing, and Brad could somehow pick the ball out of the air no matter where they threw it. If Brad wasn’t so laid back, he probably could have broken records hitting home runs. But Brad didn’t like showing off. Brad either bunted or purposely hit it up in the outfield where it was fair game whether he got on base or not.
I, on the other hand, loved showing off. While I didn’t have Brad’s ability to hit everything thrown to me, I rarely struck out. Joey and John were above average in the batting as well, but the rest of the team kind of sucked at batting so it evened out.
The five of us were tight, though Lex rarely ever got to spend time with us outside of practice and school. Joey, Brad and I had spent a few nights at his house separately, but his mom was a bit stuck up. Brad’s parents were upper middle class and were ‘intellectuals’ where Joey and I were just lower middle class. John’s mom made good money too which explained why John lived on Brad’s street where I lived on Joey’s.
I say it that way as Joey’s parents had lived on our street since before he was born, where my mom and I moved there the summer before 1st grade. Joey and I were the only kids our age on the street, and there weren’t any other subdivisions out there (yet). Until we had turned twelve, we weren’t allowed to bike closer to town where other kids lived.
Brad, Joey and I were the core of our group. Brad was friends with everyone, his laid back attitude made him capable of getting along with anyone. John was sort of just there. He had initially only been Brad’s friend since they lived on the same street and had grown up together. I’m not saying John wasn’t a fun guy. He just rarely came up with something new to do and was the last one to agree to do or try something different.
That previous summer really bonded us together, and we were looking forward to this summer and high school. Boys at thirteen and fourteen were all hormones and little confidence around girls. We were very interested in girls, and both Brad and I were friendly with a number of the fairer sex in our class, but back then and where we lived, it wasn’t proper to date girls yet. It just wasn’t done.
So boys being boys, we made do talking shit to each other, and last spring Joey and I sneaked some of Joey’s dad’s Playboys over to Brad’s house where we shared them with Brad. John, at the time, was mortified and wouldn’t have anything to do with them, but Brad was more than cool with it. John came around to our way of thinking around Christmas, and the four of us were all horn dogs together.
There was nothing gay about what we did together. None of us were the least bit interested in each other, and we’d seen each other naked in the showers at summer camp to where we could take a piss in the woods together without it being weird.
As I mentioned, I had an above-average imagination. I credited that to having learned to read at an earlier age than most and had enjoyed reading books the fifth-graders read before I was in first grade. I could not only read well, but I could read them aloud well; I had a gift at expressing emotions with my voice easily.
Joey and I used to come up with involved fantasies we’d play out, and when puberty hit both of us, that naturally led to the sharing of sexual fantasies. We didn’t experiment with each other or anything. We might have if one of us leaned that way, but we were way too focused on girls to even think of it.
In April of that year, the five of us had our first full heterosexual male bonding experience together, and the first hint of my gift resurfacing.
We were over at Brad’s house for a sleepover after our first baseball game of the season, winning 5 to 2. This was the first time the five of us had ever slept over together and the first time Lex had seen the fabled Playboys. That’s not to say Lex was an innocent babe. Lex’s fifteen-year-old cousin Ollie gave Lex the real sex education boys like to hear, and Lex had passed it on to us. Lex had even seen an actual porno videotape thanks to his cousin. Showing Lex the Playboys was our way of thanking him for all the valuable intel.
The cool thing was, both Joey’s and Brad’s dads knew about the Playboys. Not that they knew we had brought them that night, but that we had done so on previous occasions. We technically weren’t supposed to have them that night.
We usually had our Friday night sleepovers in Brad’s partially finished basement. With some late-night movie on the T.V. to cover our voices and give us light to see, we’d pull our sleeping bags into a semi-circle around the T.V. and lay in them on our bellies pretending to watch the movie while actually looking through the skin magazines together. With five of us, we were broken into two groups, Joey, Lex, and I in one group and Brad and John in the other.
Lex seemed fascinated by their crotches, and on his third magazine, he asked, “Why do you think some girls shave it all off and others don’t? They didn’t have them like that in the porno.”
Joey said, “They probably do whatever Hugh tells them to do.”
I asked, “Which do you prefer?”
Lex said, “I don’t know. I mean, I like seeing their pussies clearly like that, but without the hair, they kind of look like a little girl.”
Brad said, “Yeah, man. That’s what I say.”
I said, “That because Sandi likes to flash him. It really upsets him.”
Sandi was Brad’s ten-year-old sister and was the reason why Brad’s dad found out about the Playboys. She had snuck downstairs late one night in February and caught us looking at them. While she never told her parents directly, their dad overheard her teasing Brad about them. The next time we were over, he had a man to man talk with us.
Brad’s dad was so cool. He didn’t make a fuss and didn’t try to give us the sex-ed talk like Joey’s dad had when he had learned about us sneaking the Playboys. He just talked about how important it was to respect a woman for who they were, not just how they looked. Joey and John later made light fun of what he had said, but I had taken what he had said to heart. I mean, I felt how sincere he was and how important it was to him that we understood. Brad and I browbeat the other two for weeks until they grudgingly agreed.
Sandi had a crush on me and loved how Brad always got grossed when she tried to tease me about being my girlfriend. The next time I stayed over at Brad’s alone after Brad’s dad had the talk - which she had listened to from the top of the stairs - Sandi came down and flashed her naked crotch at me.
Sandi wasn’t even ten yet. She had a little kid’s body and a little kid’s voice. I certainly never thought of her in a sexual way before, and that moment was both disturbing and exciting to me at the same time. Brad was mortified and way more disturbed about it, and from that point on whenever he saw a hairless crotch, it disturbed him.
Sandi hadn’t flashed me since that one time, but I suspected it was because John, Joey or both had always been with us. But she had done it to Brad several times since and it just mortified Brad every time she did it, which is why she did it.
Joey said, “Don’t, Tim. You know it bugs the shit out of him.”
I looked at Brad and said, “Sorry, man.”
Lex said, “My cousin says he likes them bald. You don’t get hair in your mouth that way.”
I asked, “Hair in your mouth? Oh! Oh shit. I never thought of that.”
John asked, “Why would you get hair in your mouth?”
John had excluded himself from most of Lex’s educational talks.
Joey said, “When you lick them down there.”
John said, “Gross! I’m not licking them down there.”
Brad said, “Man, this is just like what my dad said about respect. You can’t expect a girl to give you a blowjob if you’re not willing to return the favor.”
John said, “But they ... you know ... bleed.”
I said, “Only once a month. How many times do we pee out our dicks in a day?”
“That’s different. Are you telling me you’d do that?”
Joey said, “I would.”
I said, “Me too. And I wouldn’t care if they were hairy, trimmed, or bald. I think it would be fun.”
Lex said, “My cousin said if you keep them happy that way, you’ll never need to use your hand on yourself again.”
We were all quiet for a few minutes contemplating that before Brad groaned, “Fuck, I’m horny. Man, I can’t wait for high school.”
Joey sighed, “I feel your pain, brother.”
John said, “Yeah, pain in the blue balls.”
I said, “Well, we could...”
Joey said, “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because they won’t want to.”
John asked, “Want to what?”
Lex smirked and said, “I know.”
Joey said, “What do you know?”
I said, “I told you Lex and I have done it on the phone.”
Brad said, “Done what?”
Joey said, “Seriously, you won’t want to. It’s kind of gay.”
I said, “What? It is not!”
“It would if we all did it in the same room.”
Lex said grudgingly, “It kind of would.”
I said grumpily, “If we spread out and turned the lights all the way off so we couldn’t see each other at all, how would it be different than doing it over the phone?”
John said, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Brad said, “Yeah, man. Are you all holding out on us?”
Joey said, “You’re not going to want to. I’m just saying.”
Lex said, “Just tell them.”
Joey groaned and said, “Fine. Tim?”
I said, “I don’t know if I want to now. I mean, if it’s gay...”
Lex said in a hushed voice, “Phone sex.”
Joey groaned, “Lex ... Saying it like that makes it sound really...”
I spat quietly, “How is telling a story about a guy and a girl having sex over the phone gay?”
There were a few moments of silence before Brad asked, “Who tells the story?”
Joey said, “Tim does. At least when we do it.”
Lex said, “I tried it a couple of times, but Tim’s better at it.”
I grinned and said, “My mom says when I get older, I could make money making audio tapes of books.”
John asked, “Your mom knows?”
I sighed and said, “I’m talking about regular books, not ... porn.”
Lex said, “You might make more money if you did porn. I’d buy it.”
I chuckled and asked, “Should I start charging?”
Joey said, “Lex, don’t give him any ideas. I’ll never have any money if he started charging for it.”
Brad said, “Man, now you got me curious.”
John asked, “Is that all it is? Just a story?”
I said, “Uh...”
Lex said, “Not usually.”
When Joey didn’t say anything, I sighed and said, “We ... that is I...”
Lex said, “We...”
Joey groaned, “Fuck it. We spank the monkey, okay? Sheesh.”
John said a little loudly, “Each other’s?”
Lex, Joey and I looked over at John with incredulous expressions before Joey said, “Over the phone?”
John said, “Oh. So you and Joey never did it in the same room before?”
We had, with me on the floor and him in his bed, or vice versa, but we weren’t about to...
Joey said, “A few times. But it was in the dark and were separated and wouldn’t have been able to see each other even if the lights were on.”
But we could hear each other. The first time we did it in the same room together, I realized I could gauge how excited Joey was and alter the content as needed to excite and then cool him down to extend it out. That had produced the best session to that date, and it became a regular thing to do it like that when we could. We otherwise did it over the phone, and after a few more ‘live’ sessions, I was somehow able to do the same thing over the phone.
Lex said, “You told me...”
I shrugged and said, “I was sworn to secrecy.”
John, frowning, started turning the pages of the Playboy while Brad looked perplexed.
Joey pushed away from Lex and me, rolled onto his back and said, “I’m done. If I do any more, I’ll be uncomfortable all night.”
Lex sighed and said, “You’re probably right.”
Brad said, “Man, it’s not even eleven-thirty.”
I was already uncomfortable and needed to relieve myself. I really wanted to do a story. I wanted to share with my best friends. There were times I was so wound up and horny I thought I would have gone nuts if I hadn’t been able to vent my frustrations with them verbally. Like I said, we were pretty tight in that way. We were all frustrated horn dogs, and sharing somehow made it manageable.
I could tell Brad wasn’t that against the idea. Out of everyone there, Brad was probably as big of a horn dog as I was as he had been an early bloomer like I had been. John would be the difficult one. His and Lex’s voices hadn’t changed yet, and John was behind everyone else in terms of hair growth.
So I said, “How about I give you guys a sample? Brad?”
Since it was Brad’s house, we all knew John couldn’t go against what Brad said. But Brad wasn’t about to force John into something he wasn’t comfortable with.
After thinking about it, Brad said to John, “Let’s try for five minutes, but we leave the TV on, and everyone’s hands stay outside their bags. Then only if we all agree...”
John sighed, “Okay.”
That surprised me. I had expected more of a fuss from John.
Brad said, “Let me go check the stairs first to make sure Sandi isn’t snooping again.”
I said, “Let me do it. Sandi will just run and hide on you.”
Joey said, “You just want her to flash you again.”
“Shut up. I do not.”
I sort of did, but I sort of didn’t. I really wasn’t interested in a ten-year-old girl. I hadn’t fantasized about her or anything. I simply was curious about what she’d do.
Since we had all played in the baseball game that evening, we had all taken showers in the basement bathroom and changed into our regular sleepover clothes; sweatpants and sweatshirts with underpants and t-shirts underneath. The basement was cold enough that we needed the extra warmth. We usually stripped down to our t-shirts and underpants when we got in our sleeping bags.
I pulled on my sweatpants before sneaking over to the stairs. I was somewhat disappointed Sandi wasn’t there. At least she wasn’t at the top of the stairs or on the other side of the door. I was certain I had been completely silent.
We arranged our bags where our heads were as close together as they could be so I wouldn’t have to speak loud for them to hear me over the T.V. We were confident nobody would be able to hear what we said with the T.V. on.
I closed my eyes and began a tail of a shipwrecked sailor who had washed ashore on an island where the primitive natives spoke an entirely different language. A pair of young women found the sailor and snuck him to a cave to nurse him back to health.
I referenced two of the centerfolds in the Playboys we had looked at to give them visuals, and they pulled the two magazines out to help with that.
Over the next five minutes, I described how the women touched him, fed him, and especially how they cleaned him with sponges. The two women took turns, each of them teasing him in a friendly competition to see how far they could get without going too far.
Suddenly, my imagination turned a corner I had only experienced in dreams before. I felt as if I was that man and in front of me was one of the women, laying naked, provocatively and spreading her legs. Inspired by the talk earlier, I risked grossing out the others by deciding to lick her down there to see what would happen.
The character took on a life of his own at that point. I felt as if I was just an observer describing what I felt and saw. I went into great detail about the sounds she made as I teased around her clit and then the feel and taste when I licked the fresh moisture from her pussy lips. The entire experience was so surreal to me yet so clear, it was almost like I was actually there.
The character repeated stimulating her like that a few times before making direct contact with her happy nub. She responded with gentle enthusiasm, encouraging him with the verbal sounds and motions of her groin. He brought her to a peak a few times, lapping up her juices while she calmed down, then he used his nose to stimulate her as his tongue explored her folds. He eventually brought her off to an explosive orgasm I could have sworn I heard, but that was probably because the four guys had all gone off at once themselves when she had.
As they laid around me panting and gently cussing, I groaned, “Shit, you guys. I didn’t know you were doing it. I didn’t.”
Joey said, “You didn’t stop after five minutes. Shit, Tim. That was the best one yet.”
John said, “It’s kind of gross now, but ... That was kind of cool too.”
Brad said, “Man, that was better than cool. It was totally awesome. Like I was there or something.”
Lex said, “Me too. I could practically smell her.”
Joey said, “Yeah. I actually tried to spit out the hair when he mentioned it.”
Lex laughed and said, “Me too. Shit though. I’ve made a mess.”
Brad got out of his bag and didn’t hide the fact he was naked from the waist down. As his semi boner wagged in the air, he said, “I’m going to go rinse off.”
John said, “Fuck, Brad. Do you have to wave that thing around in all our faces?”
Brad grinned, gave it a wank, and said, “Man, don’t be paranoid.”
With that, he headed toward the bathroom.
Lex wiped himself up with his underpants, then got up and followed Brad after dropping his underpants by his bag.
Joey sighed and said, “Nothing gay about this, right?”
I rolled my eyes as Joey followed Lex’s example. John, however, waited for the others to get back before he went to the bathroom alone.
By the time John got back, Lex and Joey were asleep while Brad was nearly there himself. As I got out of my bag, John was about to turn off the T.V.
I said, “Don’t. I’ll turn it off when I get back.”
John shrugged, then smirked and said, “Have fun.”
I wiggled my eyebrows and said, “You know it.”
And I did. I sat on the toilet, slowly wanking my pud until I felt the character come alive again. The sailor was getting a blowjob from the woman.
I had fantasied about that many times before, but this was different. The fact I didn’t feel as if I was in control of the mouth made it so more exotic and real to me. After the buildup from earlier, I found myself needing to cum pretty quickly, but she wouldn’t let me. For twenty minutes, I suffered and enjoyed the prolonged oral teasing until I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I found myself lying naked on the bathroom floor with my head resting against the toilet base with my spunk trailing all the way up to my neck.
I was taking another shower when Brad walked in without knocking and said, “Man, I just had a hell of a wet dream. Hurry up. I’m dripping.
I got out immediately and was toweling off when Lex came in looking a little frustrated.
“What’s up?”
“I made another mess.”
Brad said, “Me too.”
I looked out the door and saw Joey and John were still asleep. I hurriedly put my clothes on, went out, and turned off the T.V. I was only vaguely aware of when Brad and Lex returned.
The next morning at breakfast, Sandi was unusually quiet as we had the pancakes Brad’s dad had made us. She usually liked to tease us about what we did in the basement together, making up ridiculous stories like digging a tunnel to China or taking care of our pet goat we kept in a secret room.
Her silence only made Brad nervous.
When his father was out of the room at one point, Brad asked her, “What’s eating you?”
The surprised look on her face only confused us, and Brad had to nudge her with his foot under the table to get her to answer.
“I just had some weird dreams. Are you all doing this next Friday? Because I want to have some friends over too.”
Joey said, “My mom wants us to have the sleepover at my house next week.”
Lex said, “I won’t be able to for a few weeks.”
John said, “I probably have to babysit next Friday.”
Brad moaned, “Man, you two need to grow a pair.”
Sandi asked, “Why? Have yours finally dropped?”
Brad gave her a frustrated look and said, “You’ll never know.”
I nudged Sandi with my knee and gave her a little shake of my head. She sighed but otherwise didn’t say anything and just went back to eating as her dad came back in from delivering his wife’s meal in their bedroom.
I ended up sleeping over at Joey’s that night as my mom had a date that she expected to go pretty late. My mom was a devout Catholic but wasn’t a prude or anything. Since moving there and having Joey’s parents to watch me, she dated a lot, but I never met them. I don’t want to make it sound like she slept around. As far as I knew, she always slept alone in her bed every night.
Joey and I were like brothers. On more than one occasion, we had been mistaken for being brothers even though I had a darker Italian olive skin tone while Joey was as fair-skinned as he could be. But we were both blonde and blue eyed-ish. He was blue-eyed while mine were turning more blue-green-gray depending on the light with flakes of gold.
We strove to be brothers for many years and had spent hours testing each other in various ways trying to make sure we even thought alike. But that was when we were kids and only had each other to play with. Now we were just really close friends who enjoyed talking about girls, baseball, and what high school would be like.
As we bunked down in his bed for the night to wait for his parents to go to sleep, Joey asked, “Any idea why last night’s story was so good? Do you think it was because we were all together or something?”
I shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Maybe it was because we hadn’t done it for a couple of days.”
“Then you don’t want to tonight?”
“I didn’t say that. I told you I have another one all ready to go.”
“Good...”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“Joey ... What are you thinking about?”
Joey sighed and said, “Look, I just ... What if we just both ... stayed in the bed?”
“You don’t think that’s a bit gay?”
“Not unless you get turned on by the idea.”
“Do you?”
“No. I’m just curious to see if it makes it ... You know. Better somehow.”
“Like last night.”
“Yeah.”
I shrugged and then teased, “Okay, but your bed isn’t that big. You might knock me off when you do your shudders and shakes.”
“Like you don’t hump like a jack rabbit when you shoot.”
I grinned and said, “It enhances the pleasure.”
We had never spoken of each other’s cum actions before, so I added, “Maybe you should try it.”
Joey was quiet for a moment and said, “You think Lex and his cousin talk like this?”
I said, “Probably. I think Lex has done more than what he’s told us.” I paused and added, “So have I.”
“What do you mean?”
“The last time I spent the night at Lex’s, we took turns telling stories and did it in his bed.”
“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me before?”
I said, “Because I didn’t want to freak you out. You, Brad and John are always so worried about doing something that might be gay. Lex doesn’t care. He knows he’s not gay, and I’m not either. And neither are you. I’m not worried that if we spank the monkey together in the bed that it’s anything but what it is; two friends having a spank together. His bed is bigger than ours are though. I doubt we’ll be able to do it without ... bumping elbows or whatever.”
Joey laid quietly for a few moments before he said, “I see what you mean about freaking out. But I’m a little upset you did it with Lex first too. We’re supposed to be brothers.”
I gave Joey a light punch on the arm and said, “We are. You’re like the only person besides your parents and my mom I ever give a hug to.”
“And my grandma.”
“Yes, her too.”
“Did you and Lex plan to do that last night?”
“Kind of. Lex suggested it, and I liked the idea. I’m tired of looking at Playboys with them and then having to sneak into the bathroom later to relieve the pressure.”
Joey smirked and said, “You finally admit to it?”
“Yes. But it wasn’t until after you accused me of doing it the first time that I did it.”
Joey grunted and said, “No more secrets, okay? I’ve done it a few times myself.”
“I know. And Brad has too. I think John’s not able to yet or something.”
We talked a little about who else at school we thought couldn’t shoot yet before talking girls. Our favorite girl was Suzi Aster, who Joey insisted had a crush on me knowing I had a crush on her. Joey had a bit of a crush on Suzi himself.
Suzi was one of those girls who liked to tease and flirt with the boys without being cruel about it. She was always friendly, and I had had many fantasies about her. Most fantasies I had about her and others I knew well were sensual rather than overtly sexual. I would imagine touching their bare skin and just stroking my fingers up and down their legs or arms, sometimes running my hand through their hair or even going as far as squeezing their butt. That isn’t to say I hadn’t taken them further, though.
Sometimes the fantasies included more than one girl, though usually not hardcore lesbian. Just two girls getting naked and touching each other in various ways just to tease me. I liked that kind of teasing. I liked it a lot.
My more sexual fantasies involved girls at school I didn’t know that well, women in the Playboys, or every once in a while I’d notice a woman somewhere and use her for fresh material. Even in those fantasies, the most I ever did was get blowjobs. Usually, I just got them naked, felt them up, but in the past couple of months I had gone from rubbing to licking them to orgasm.
Suzi was my favorite fantasy girl, mainly because I was becoming more and more confident she actually did like me in that way. I wouldn’t say I was in love with her, but I wouldn’t say I was just in lust for her either. I was somewhere in between. My conscience wouldn’t let me get too crazy about what she’d do in my fantasies. That was a good thing since I had to interact with her frequently enough that I kept my perspective on her being a real person and not some sort of sex object.
Joey, on the other hand, enjoyed pushing the envelope in the fantasies I shared with him. Instead of being just a story, Joey liked to take an active part in them. I suppose it was phone sex in the sense where I had to play the female role while Joey did the male. I didn’t mind that. I liked envisioning what it was like being a woman. It was kind of hot, imagining how the things we did felt like to her.
We pretended to be asleep when Joey’s mom checked on us, then waited to hear the shower running before getting down to business.
“Okay, this is like the second half of what we did last night. Try and not shoot until the end, okay?”
Joey grunted but then said, “Just keep going if I do. I’m not sure I’ll last long after racing.”
I sighed, uncertain if I wanted to use it that night if he wouldn’t be able to go through to the end. Joey typically was a one-shot shooter. He never came more than once a night.
Joey, knowing what I was thinking, said, “I came twice last night. Just don’t stop. I’ll make it through to the end.”
I agreed and started.
But then only a few minutes in said, “Hold up. Are you sure you haven’t done this one before?”
I said, “I’m certain. Why?”
“Because it feels familiar, that’s all. Like I remember it but not. Keep going. I think I like where it’s heading.”
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