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 This is the true story of a blossoming love between two thirteen year old
boys.  I can tell the story, these many years later because I was one of
those boys.  I tell the story in first person because that's how I remember
it.

   My name is Mike, I'm 13 years old.  I think I must be a little cute at
least, because the older girls at school seem to want to mess around with
me.  I have strawberry-blond hair and very blue eyes.  My skin, though
freckled, tends to tan easily so I don't look as much like a ginger in the
summer as I do in the winter.  I'm both short and skinny so I look much
younger than I am.  Most folks mistake me for a 5th grader and I'm going
into 8th grade this Fall.  I hope that will change when I have my puberty
but I guess I'm a late bloomer because my body is exactly the same now as
it was when I really was ten.

   Mark is my best friend.  I don't remember how we met, it just seemed
like i always knew him.  He's Columbian but he looks like a white guy with
blacker than normal hair and dark brown eyes.  He's a bit chunky and kinda
shy, but I like that.  It kinda evens out with how much bigger he is than I
am.  Mark could easily pound me but he's really sweet and I don't think he
could hurt a fly; not on purpose anyway.

   The first few weeks of that first Summer, Mark and I were inseparable
during the day and went home when the street lights came on.  Then we
started just crashing over each others' houses.  When I stayed at his
house, we would pull the top mattress off of his twin bed and make it up on
the floor.  Mark slept there and I slept on the box-springs.  Being normal
boys, we slept in only our underpants.  After all, neither of our houses
were air conditioned.

   I remember the morning everything changed for Mark and me, and by
changed, I mean for the better!

   We had gone to bed as usual the night before, me high upon the box
spring in the bed frame, and Mark on the mattress on the floor.  I awoke at
twilight to find my hand had fallen over the side of the bed and was
resting on Mark's stomach.  At first I didn't move for fear of waking him
and him having the wrong idea.  Then, I had the wrong idea, if you know
what I mean, and decided to leave my hand where it was for Mark to find.

   Rather than wake up as I had imagined he would, Mark shifted in his
sleep, turning slightly away from me and pulling my hand over with him. 
Now my arm was laying over the side of his stomach and the tips of my
fingers were brushing the waistband of his underwear.  Taking a hint from
him, at least I hoped it was a hint, I sighed and shifted position myself.
Now allowing my fingertips to pop under the edge of his waist band.  I knew
as soon as I touched it that his thing was huge and erect, it had to be
because I was already touching it and my fingers were less than the span of
the elastic into his tighty whities.

   Abruptly, Mark's own arm came between his body and my hand and pulled it
up and away forcefully.  I was stricken.  Had I let on that I was a homo
and would my only friend now reject me?  My heart pounded in my chest and
my mind raced but my hand remained relaxed.  Mark continued to move his
hand down to his side and my hand fell back into place on his body.  Only
now, instead of having the fingertips touching the tip of Marks massive
member, my hand was naturally cupping the whole shaft from the outside of
his underpants.  Again, I froze to evaluate the situation.  Had Mark known
my hand would land there when it fell off of his arm?  Had he planned it?
Or was he still asleep with me imagining all of it?

   I didn't need to wait long for an answer.  As my hand lay there, I could
feel his swollen rod pushing up and down, the way I sometimes made mine
bounce against my stomach when I lay in bed naked.  Mark wanted more.  I
gave his cock a gentle squeeze to let him know that I'd gotten the message.
Mark moaned ever so softly, it could have been a sleep sigh but I knew
better now.  I slid my hand up and down very slowly as I gripped him and
felt that something was terribly wrong.  It was as if there was a lubricant
under the fabric of the underwear but I knew cotton just didn't act that
way even when wet with soap.  Mark's skin was sliding up and down with my
hand.

   Now I was more than curious and super horny.  My free hand was working
hard to get at my own raging hard-on as I decided that no venture was
gained without risk and pulled my "Mark" hand back to the top of the
waistband.  Without waiting to see if he would protest, I deftly slid my
hand under the band; in over Mark's penis.  I thrilled at the warmth of the
thing!  My fingertips came to rest near the base of the shaft and I felt
wetness on my palm.  'That's why he moved my hand before' I figured.  He
didn't want me to know he was that horny until he was certain of my own
motives.  He needn't have worried.  I'd heard of precum before.  I'd never
had any myself of course, in fact I still had completely dry orgasms, but
boys hear other boys talk.

   The precum didn't bother me at all, I was completely engrossed in the
excitement of discovery.  Mark had a full bush of coarse hair and giant
balls.  The way the skin slid on his dick was amazing to me.  I decided now
was the time to risk a peek and I slid my face to the edge of the box
spring where I could see over clearly but still make it look like I was
asleep if we were caught.  It occurred to me then that his mother could
peek her head in the door at any moment to tell us breakfast was ready. 
Trusting my nose to warn me of such eventuality, I sniffed the air.  No
sausage eggs or toast, but there was a new mustiness to the air in the
small bedroom.  I looked up to Mark's face.  His left arm was over it,
covering his eyes but I could tell he wanted me to think he was still
asleep.  I vowed that he would not always get away with such cowardice. 
This was the first time for both of us after all; not just him!  For now I
took advantage of his self imposed blindness and looked down his body to
where my hand rested.  I lifted my hand at the wrist to allow the shorts to
slide down to my fingertips, giving me a full view of the top half of
Mark's gorgeous manhood.

   And manhood it was.  Unlike by own little boy dick and despite the fact
that I was nearly a year older than him, Mark had a full sized, hairy
balled, man dick!  I was in awe.  I followed the happy trail up his stomach
to his belly button and wondered how I had never noticed that before.

   I listened closely to the rest of the house.  There was nothing
presenting as evidence that anyone else was awake yet.  'Cool, this won't
take long', I thought.  And indeed it didn't.



   Repeating the words of my cub-scout pack leader, "In for a penny, in for
a pound", I removed my hand from Mark's pants.  I pulled off my own undies
and crawled naked from my perch on the box springs.  I stood over mark and
grabbed both sides of the waistband on his underpants and began pulling
them down toward his feet.  When they got stuck under his butt, Mark
slightly lifted his hips for me and off the pants came.  I wanted to do so
much to him at that moment but I knew I wouldn't last long.

   I could feel the orgasm building in my groin just with the thought of
what was coming next.  Carefully I placed my knees outside of Marks thighs
on the mattress and straddled his legs just below his manhood.  I had to
lift his balls so that his legs wouldn't squish them as they were pressed
together by mine.  I gripped his cock in both hands and slid his foreskin
up and down the rigid shaft, pumping harder with each stroke.  I put my
head down and watched from up close as he began bucking his hips in the air
and squirting his cum into my hair hanging in front of my face, and onto
his chest.  String after string of the glossy stuff sprung forth and landed
with loud plops.  Finally, Mark lay still.  I could hear him softly sobbing
under his arm as his cock went limp in my hand.  Exhausted myself, I lay
forward and allowed my raging boner to come into contact with Marks spent
but still substantial flesh.  At first touch, the waves consumed me.  I
felt dizzy and I could feel the excitement in my groin release and explode
through my whole body.  Another dry orgasm from a small hairless penis, but
oh what a feeling.  Spent myself, I collapsed onto Mark's cummy stomach and
chest and fell into a deep sleep.

   Not, by far, the end.

   Your feedback is much appreciated.  (I promise to show it to Mark as
well)