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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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Dudes (MMM, teens)
Another Solar Fox Original
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Fifteen-year-old Glenn walked up to sixteen-year-old Ralph. "Yo!
What's happening man?" Glenn cheerfully announced as the two
engaged in a very friendly handshake. It wasn't your typical
handshake; this was a skater's handshake. The two of them had been
skating together for just over a year now, and since Glenn had
moved down from St. Paul, Minnesota, he had taken up skating,
partly because his friend Ralph had been doing it since he was
thirteen, partly because he had a very high interest in the sport.
But neither of them really fit the mold of the "typical" skater.
Sure, they loved going apeshit and to go through a very aggro
afternoon of new tricks was way cool to both of them. But the thing
they didn't share was the sense that a lot of skaters are guilty
of, "I'm king shit and you're a measly pawn. You can never get as
high as I am now"... both of them had made secret pacts to each
other that they would stop skating altogether before they ever
acquired such a piss-poor attitude. They just weren't like that.
It was quite an interesting friendship. In fact, everything about
it was really interesting. The two of them even had the same
birthday, August 16, exactly one year apart. Ralph knew that Glenn
had a deep admiration for him; it showed in everything they did
together. Ralph had taught Glenn basically everything he knew about
the sport; and Glenn also knew Ralph really admired him because he
had caught onto the moves so quickly.
Glenn, at fifteen, had light brown hair, it was a little wavy and
he kept it interesting; in the last year he had gone from a little
boy's haircut, from combing it with a part way over on the left, to
a skater's haircut, still parting it on the left, but it hung WAY
out over his right eye. This added an interesting flair to his
light hair. It didn't take him long to get used to prohibiting most
of his sight in that covered eye. His eyes were blue. He stood
about 5' 9" and was fairly attractive. He was often seen around
school wearing Vision Street Wear or Jimmy'z shirts; you'd never
catch this kid in IZOD or a shirt with a solid color; he simply
didn't own one.
Ralph, at sixteen, was born in St. Petersberg, Florida. His family
had moved to Savannah, Georgia when he was nine; he had lived here
in this house ever since- he was truly in the suburbs. He stood
about 5' 10".. a little taller than Glenn. Where Glenn's hair was
light brown and slightly wavy, his was black and straight, his eyes
were brown and he was dashing. His skin had all the characteristics
of a native Floridian; it seemed to have a darker pigment than
Glenn's, and personally, this was one of the things that Glenn
admired about Ralph. True, Glenn was lighter skinned; but his days
in the sun made their presence known.
Ralph could move his head and his black, weightless hair would
really flop around. He often would do his head like that of a heavy
metal rock star, a headbanger, and his long hair would fly,
covering his face, often times he would do this in front of Glenn,
when they'd go to one another's houses to play tapes or CD's. They
liked a lot of the same music, thus when one bought a tape or CD,
he'd let the other one copy it to save money.
Slowly, hints about the other's thoughts had leaked out to the
other; neither one actually accused the other of being gay, ever,
but subtle things went on in day to day life. Like the fact that
they both seldom spoke to girls, and neither one had ever been out
with one. Ralph stood daily on school break at his locker talking
to Glenn, and when he wasn't talking to Glenn he was talking to
Brian, the sixteen-year-old that had the next locker over. Then
there was the day that Brian started talking about girls. Ralph
allowed Brian to let his sentence, and the subject, trail and since
that time they had said little to one another; Ralph just couldn't
see all the hardships in his future. Right now, skating was his one
true freedom. He thought it was funny that Brian had said that he
wanted to get a close girlfriend so he could move out and have more
freedom. "How the hell is THAT more freedom?" Ralph had thought.
"Shit, she'll have him wanting to produce more babies than they
have right now in the delivery room of the hospital."
That basically cut off his contact, or want thereof, with Brian.
Ralph couldn't really "see" his future, but at the same time, he
knew the basic pattern he wanted to use to mold it.
Ralph thought it was interesting; he'd go around the corner of the
hall, and there was Glenn, always talking to guys, "never girls,"
he thought. As Ralph passed, Glenn would always wave or "salute"
Ralph in an informal fashion as he would pass. In addition to being
Glenn's lockermate, Ralph was also his next-door neighbor.
At 3:30 when school let out, they always met at the South entrance
to the school and skated home together. It was a scenic skate; past
the park, down by the Savannah River, then two blocks. They often
"hammed it up" on some of their treks home; this is where Ralph had
showed Glenn a lot of tricks, some of them he'd learned on
videotape himself from the likes of Tony Hawk, Mickey Alba, and
Steve Perelta. But most of those were half-pipe moves, that is,
were much better performed while holding the coping at the top of a
half-pipe ramp, a U-shaped ramp built of wood or sometimes metal
for skaters to get wild on.
Ralph was doing all kinds of wild things now, like skating down
this hill, and at the same time he was managing to flip his board
around 180 degrees. Rather, he was riding normally, he'd quickly
kicktail down, and flip his board around so that he was riding the
same direction, but the tail was now pointing in his direction of
travel. He'd often do this several times. He did like to show off.
Eventually, Glenn picked up this move too, but right now he was too
unsure of himself to try anything this daring in any sizable
traffic.
But then there was the day when Ralph went skating with his friend
at a half-pipe they knew about that someone had placed off in the
woods. It was a Saturday; they had no school. Ralph had decided to
wear shorts, but not to wear any underwear, and a tank top. Glenn
also wore a tank top, and a pair of faded blue jeans because he
didn't know if they'd have to walk through a bunch of weeds to get
to the ramp. They didn't; there was a clear-cut path which led
right up to it.
So, Glenn crawled up and sat at the top of the ramp while Ralph
started to make some moves. It was then that Glenn discovered
something that was interesting, at least to him.
Ralph's shorts were pretty short; the legs on them didn't hang down
much further than the legs on underwear. As Ralph would come up
this curl and do various moves, fakies, grinds and the like, it
gave Glenn an eyeful of Ralph's privates every time. He tried not
to notice it necessarily, but then as Ralph continued, he'd get a
little closer to him as he stopped on the coping. On his drop back
in every time, Glenn could see Ralph's balls as they flapped under
the gravity. He just didn't know how much more of this he could
take. He wanted to let Ralph know, but he wasn't sure that Ralph
could get into that sort of thing. All Glenn knew was that looking
at Ralph like that, or really just about anytime, made Glenn about
half-hard.. and at night, Glenn thought about his friend and
wondered if what he had in his shorts was bigger and cooler looking
than what he had in his own. Only now, Glenn could catch glimpses
of it and it was driving him crazy!
Ralph popped back up on top now, where Glenn was. Walking over to
Glenn, he said, "well? How was that action?"
"Hot!" answered Glenn. "It was the hottest thing I've EVER seen
come down the pike!"
It had been, too. Ralph looked at Glenn as he caught Glenn reaching
down at his groin, and gripping at his dick through his jeans. What
Ralph had noticed and Glenn had not; it was quite obvious because
the jeans were so faded; there was a large wet spot around his fly.
Ralph had had enough; he knew enough about his friend to know that
here, in this remote place, that the mere thought of girls had not
done this to him; he felt certain that it had been his own. "But
could my skating ability amaze Glenn to the point that he could
cream his jeans?" Ralph thought.
Ralph got down from the ramp, pulled down his shorts, and stood
right there in the open, pissing. He could have at least turned his
back to Glenn, but he did not, making sure that only he pissed away
from the general direction of the ramp. He smiled up at Glenn.
"Whew. Gotta DRAIN this lizard," he said, wagging it intentionally
as he pissed.
To Glenn's surprise, Ralph came back to the top of the ramp wearing
only his necessary skategear. He had removed his shorts and his
tank top after he stopped pissing. He sat on the edge of the ramp
at the coping, his dick beginning to harden and his scrotum hanging
straight down in plain sight of Glenn.
"You wanna skate?" Ralph asked.
"Sure!" said Glenn, trying to look at Ralph's penis and balls
draping down.
Glenn grasped his own crotch in front again. Still looking, he
watched Ralph as he began to rub his own body, his hairless chest,
his sensuous legs.. while sitting there.
Glenn removed his shirt. He did a tail drop down onto the
half-pipe, stopped a moment and unzipped his jeans, pulled out his
penis. It was hard, thick and dripping wet. Several drops fell as
he repositioned himself to drop back in, this time with an acid
drop. He did a rock 'n roll up the other side, came back and on his
next pass did a fakie to an axle-grind. Ralph was looking at
Glenn's body, shirtless like this. The only other times they had
been shirtless had been swimming. Still, Ralph knew that Genn had
never seen him purposely hanging it all out until now.
There was Glenn, pausing on the coping on this side of the ramp,
facing Ralph.
Ralph could see his erect penis, his tanned chest with those small
nipples, that cute belly button that he never saw often enough, he
could even see the band of his underwear as it shone brightly above
the waist of his jeans. Glenn held his board vertically now in his
left hand, smiling a bright smile at Ralph. Ralph had casually been
jacking his stiff shaft for a few moments.
Glenn lay his board down at the top of the ramp, beside Ralph's. He
walked over to Ralph, Glenn's penis still hard and dripping with
cum. He bent down and massaged Ralph's shoulders a moment. Then he
got in such a position that he caused his penis to lay to rest on
Ralph's shoulder. Cum drops came out and streamed down Ralph's
chest. "Who you thinkin' about? said Glenn, sitting down beside
Ralph now.
"He wants the truth," Ralph though. "I wonder if after all this,
all that we have done, he can take it. I wonder if I can take it..
if he leaves me."
Looking up now with a tear streaming down his cheek, looking over
at Glenn, he said, "you."
He didn't know what Glenn was going to say next; for a few seconds
it really didn't matter; what mattered to Ralph was that he had
never lied to Glenn ever, and he hadn't lied just then when he gave
his response. It almost didn't matter for a few seconds if his
friend left and never said anything else to him. He just wanted him
to know that his hot, young, slim body was the sole thing in his
life that would make him feel so much passion.
Glenn unfastened his jeans and let them fall down the wall of the
ramp.
Sticking his legs straight up in the air, he threw his underpants
down after the jeans. He sat there with his friend. "Oh.." Glenn
said, feeling his own stiff pole now, and cupping his hot balls.
"I.. didn't know I had that kind of effect on you.." he said,
looking over at Ralph's flawless body. He paused.
"But Ralph.. you have that kind of effect on me, too!"
"I do?" Ralph asked, stunned.
"Yeah. Funny, huh.. I mean, I know it sounds gay, but looking at
you like that.. makes me like that too."
"Yeah.. well, I can relate to that. I was just watching you skate
out there, and I thought you looked beautiful man. I mean, not JUST
your skating. You yourself looked beautiful. You look it now too."
Ralph didn't realize it. On admitting this, he began jacking his
dick harder.
Glenn kicked off his shoes, socks and padding. Hell, they were in
the woods; very few people knew about this ramp's existense and if
one of them happened along and saw them now, well.. they just
would.
Ralph saw what Glenn had done. He too removed all he had left, and
for the first time they sat here in the midday sun, their entire
bodies soaking up the rays of the glistening sun in their hair. The
light color of Glenn's hair made it glisten most; as Glenn looked
at Ralph, streams of sweat were rolling down his back.
"Glenn?" Ralph said, very slowly.
"Yeah man?"
"I... AM.. gay," he said, rubbing his own legs nervously.
Glenn's right arm fell around Ralph's shoulder blades. "Dude, I am
too." A tear still in his eye, Ralph looked up at Glenn and wiped
his tears with his hand.
"You don't think it's crazy that I like to see you in my mind,
parading around like you are now, as much as I like to parade
around in my own bedroom naked?"
"Hell, no man! That's not crazy at all!" Glenn said, getting his
own shirt from behind him and wiping Ralph's face with it. He ran
it through Ralph's long black hair, and dried his back with it too.
Then he took the garment and held it to his own nose and inhaled.
"Shit," said Ralph. Glenn laughed. "How do you like this massive
air I'm getting?" Glenn asked, pointing to his penis.
"I think it needs some work," replied Ralph, reaching for his
friend's pole for the first time. Ralph wrapped his hand around his
hot, throbbing penis. It was just too much for them both. They both
moaned. Glenn took his hands and felt Ralph's hand which was
wrapped around his dick, reassuring him strongly of their
friendship. Then Glenn bent over and kissed Ralph's shoulder.
Ralph took Glenn's shirt and wiped it around his genital area. He
wiped all the sperm off of the head of his penis onto the shirt.
Then he also wiped the sweat from his balls, and handed the shirt
back to Glenn, smiling. Glenn took the shirt and again inhaled it,
the shirt smelling sweeter and stronger than it ever had.
Glenn then wiped his own cum juices from his cockhead and sweat
around his scrotum onto the shirt, and it combined with that from
Ralph.
They each had a turn breathing it, and then Glenn threw it to the
bottom of the pipe.
Ralph felt of Glenn's dick some more. He reached down and felt of
Glenn's soft ballsack. As Ralph felt slowly of his balls, getting
to know Glenn's as well as his own, the palm of Ralph's hand was
near the head of his cock, and was being coated in cum. As Ralph
raised his hand from that position, he looked as he saw it glisten
in the sunlight. Glenn smiled. As Ralph smelled his hand, then
cautiously tasted his fingers, Glenn grasped his dick and moved it
around a little, grasping it with his thumb and forefinger at the
base, moving it around slightly as if it were a large pen with
which he were trying to write something. Ralph saw this, and it
made him feel good to see that Glenn was really as stiff as he was
himself.
Ralph looked at the head of Glenn's cock, which was more greyish in
color than his own; and Glenn's cock also appeared to be slightly
larger in diameter.
Ralph climbed down the ladder on the back of the pipe, and went
around to the center of the U-shaped ramp. "Come down here," Ralph
beckoned to Glenn, whose feet he could quickly hear pounding the
rungs of the ladder. As Glenn walked up, ralph noted that his
friend's penis was so stiff that it flapped and bobbled when he
walked. He arrived at the center of the ramp and sat there now with
Ralph.
"Whatcha wanna do?" Glenn asked. "Wanted to get off the top of that
thing.
Didn't want to make a wrong move and take a chance on falling," he
said.
"Oh," said Glenn. "Makes sense," he said, slightly hooking his
wrist.
Glenn sat with his legs drawn up under him, sitting back on his
hands a moment, his penis and balls very visible in this position
as well as the fine hairs hanging from the base of his scrotum. He
soon located his jeans and, unfolding them to their full length,
lay on them in the middle of the ramp, naked. Ralph drew near and
straddled his body, one foot on either side of Glenn, only his toes
touching the ramp. He smiled down at Glenn, felt of Glenn's chest.
Then Glenn lay spread-eagle, his legs as far apart as they could
go. The metal surface of the ramp felt a little hot to the backs of
Glenn's legs. Ralph took care of this by placing other clothing
under his legs.
Ralph slid up now, he had moved so that Glenn's penis was right in
his face.
Glenn drew his legs in so that the sides of his legs scissored
around Ralph's body. This was more comfortable for them both. Glenn
had just constructed a little archway for which Ralph to travel,
and then, "lowered the bridge behind him." Glenn's hands rested on
his legs, just off to the sides of his genital area. He raised his
head slightly and watched Ralph, as Ralph now had total access to
his friend's body. He reached up first and felt his friend's lower
belly, he had never felt Glenn's belly before. It was smooth, it
felt to Glenn like he was rubbing the lobes of his ears with a soft
piece of cotton, while at the same time, both dudes were, without
realizing it, working on their summer tans that they were getting
ready to develop. Glenn got goosebumps on his chest and stomach,
and couldn't help but maintain a very good feeling. His
ever-present boyish smile reflected this.
Before Ralph moved back to lower ground, he skirted Glenn's navel;
it was a cute navel and again until now, Glenn had been the only
one to touch it. "It feels cool," Ralph said, "I like it."
"Yeah, it feels cool to me too, man," Glenn said. His hand moved
down now, to Glenn's brown pubic hairs totally surrounding his
penis and genital area. He played with these as he had his own
before, rather patting them lightly like one would a fine pile
carpet to check the texture. As he did, Ralph noticed that Glenn's
penis was throbbing feverishly, and that a long stream of cum was
mindlessly now making it's way down the long shaft, to the scrotum
below. It just seemed to race down, on it's merry little way.
Ralph moved his hands to Glenn's scrotum, feeling it carefully with
both hands.
He got his face right in it; breathed it directly. It smelled sweet
with the smell of this boy's lower body sweat. Ralph licked it;
Glenn moaned. It was the first time Ralph's tongue had touched his
body. Glenn's balls even shifted their position in his scrotum
slightly as Ralph licked his scrotum like a cat licking cat hairs.
He pulled Glenn's scrotum up and licked the back of it as well,
getting it wet with his saliva. He could get a faint smell too of
Glenn's asshole; even that seemed a delicate smell now to Ralph,
who was buried deeper in his friend of three years than he had ever
been buried in himself.
Feeling that he had punished both himself and his friend far too
long, he turned his attention to Glenn's straining cock, licking
the entire circumference of his six-inch pole. Glenn's dick
throbbed slightly occasionally, emitting a fresh glob of cum out
the head. Without hesitation, Ralph's lips and entire mouth
engulfed the length of Glenn's shaft, as Ralph had long thought
that he would have wanted Glenn to do to him. Glenn moaned, rubbing
Ralph on top of the head. Soon, Ralph was bobbing his head up and
down the entire length, causing increasing stimulation in Glenn's
penis. "Suck me man," he moaned softly in his boyish voice. "Suck
me..."
Ralph did. As Glenn began to tense up every muscle in his body,
Ralph knew Glenn was not far from cumming. Ralph had kept a small
touch applied to Glenn's scrotum, wanting to do again as he would
have someone do to him. It was obvious that "do unto other boys"
bore quite high meaning to him.
It started with a small streamer. Then, on his next reaction, a
long rope.
Another long rope. Glenn was gasping, his hands by his sides drawn
into fists.
Another shorter rope of semen came out. Ralph was right there,
STILL bobbing furiously on his cock. His lips were wrapped tighter
than ever, sealing in all the sticky semen, preventing it from
falling out his lips, even at the corners.
Another thrust, and Glenn began smaller, shorter pulses in his
penis which Glenn recognized well, since he first "came" at age
eight, as the end of the orgasm.
Ralph rubbed Glenn's leg slowly, softly. He was still allowing
Glenn's seminal explosions to slowly trickle down the back of his
throat, savoring this, his first taste of his best friend's cum.
His best friend, whom he had never hidden ANYTHING from. His best
friend, with whom he had DONE anything and everything with that he
himself had interest in, as well as Glenn. Glenn slowly rose to a
sitting position, looking at Ralph, in no hurry to rise.
"Dude, that was intense," said Glenn. His dick was still hard
slightly, even after this intensity. It was still in a somewhat
throbbing state.
"Yeah man, I loved it too.." echoed Ralph.
"What did my cum taste like?" asked Glenn, curious.
"Like fresh coffee beans... kinda.. heh." responded Ralph.
"Weird," said Glenn. "Yeah well, I rather liked the taste, said
Ralph, sticking out his tongue and revealing his tongue was still
coated slightly with the sticky jism.
"Ralph, would you.. kiss me?" asked Glenn, still smiling.
"Yes, I would," said Ralph, and without anything further, he got
right next to Glenn and buried his tongue in Glenn's mouth; letting
him taste all the sweetness and succulence of the sperm shots.
"I'd take semen over cunt hair any day of the week," Ralph noted.
"So would I," said Glenn. "But I don't think I'd take anybody's but
yours," he said.
"Wanna mess with me?" Ralph asked, his cock still dripping.
"Yeah," Glenn said, adding, "I'm skatin' on the most awesome
half-pipe today that I've ever been on before!".. and he wasn't
talking about the one they were laying on, either.
Before Ralph lay down on the jeans that his friend had just
occupied, Ralph had a request that Glenn stick his butt right in
Ralph's face. After all, they WERE getting to know each other, and
Glenn did have an interesting body-- as Glenn did, Ralph could see
really well where Glenn's scrotum hung down from the back, and a
thin member of skin that seemed to hold it firmly in place. He felt
of this skin, which was coated by hairs from Glenn's scrotum. "That
feels cool,"
Glenn noted. Ralph's finger trailed from there, bacl to Glenn's
asshole, which Ralph examined. It was tight, firm, Ralph noted,
spreading Glenn's asscheeks to get a better look. "How's it
hangin'?" Glenn asked.
"Oh, it looks really good back here," Ralph said. "Can I just
barely stick in a finger?"
"Sure! Do anything you want!" he said. Damn. Suddenly he felt that
Glenn's body was as much HIS as it was Glenn's. He took this
trailing index finger of his left hand, and eased it into the ass
opening. Feeling it as tight as a thick stretched belt on an
automobile, he slowly inched it into the hole, watching it expand.
"Ooo," moaned Glenn, excited.
Damn. Glenn was hard again. Ralph peeked under his ass as he saw
him running his hand up and down the shaft of a stimulated cock.
"Feel good?" asked Ralph.
"Like ridin' the tracks of my Cabellero," Glenn confirmed.
Ralph pulled out his finger, smelling it briefly. "Damn," he
thought, "Glenn really does keep his ass clean!"
"Hey Glenn, ya can do some shit to me now, if you want.." Ralph
asked.
Glenn turned around, facing Ralph again. Not only had Glenn again
been stimulated, but.. he was again dripping cum! Shit! Ralph
obviously "had him by the balls!"
Ralph lay flat on his back, as Glenn had, he pulled his long black
hair down with his hand so that it was out of his eyes. Glenn knelt
over him now, dripping some semen on him, but more, rubbing his
chest and stomach, his navel, his tits. Ralph could see the leaking
head, and his scrotum hanging low in the heat. When Glenn moved
around a little, he could see his scrotum really flopping around.
It REALLY turned him on. He couldn't stay in this position long
because the metal surface of the ramp, after soaking the sun as
they were, was as hot as a copper penny on a parking lot; he was
muttering "ouch!" as he maneuvered his way back to his denim
protection. "Too much on ya, huh?" Ralph said.
"Yeah.. this ramp's a little warm. So's your cock," he said,
feeling Ralph's tall, proud six-and-a-half-inch penis. It may have
been a little longer than Glenn's, but Glenn's was thicker, bigger
around. Glenn played with Ralph's black pubic area; he uncurled
several hairs, and pulled them up to check the length on several of
them. "Long suckers," he said, "some of 'em are longer 'n mine.."
"Well damn.. heh. I just let 'em grow. Do they make you as hot to
play with 'em as it makes me to feel you do it?" asked Ralph.
"Yeah! It does.." Glenn said, making sure Ralph could still see his
dripping boner, and calling attention to it. This caused Ralph's to
also drool slightly.
Getting down on his stomach, Glenn crawled up in a similar fashion
as Ralph had. He took Ralph's balls in his hand, raised them up as
high as he could, and saw the little stretch of skin behind them
like he had. He also saw a little hair around Ralph's asshole. He
felt of this now. The hair felt smooth, silky.
He licked the sweat from Ralph's large scrotum, it was larger than
Glenn's, the entire scrotum. He too felt Ralph's balls seem to
dance around in their sacs slightly as he did this.
Lying here now, both boys were in ecstasy. But, they were so
wrapped up in themselves, they failed to look off down the path,
where there was a lone dude standing there, about 25 feet away. It
was Gary Richards. Gary was a curly-haired, freckled-faced thirteen
year old, who had blonde hair and green eyes. Stopping here, he
watched the boys, their cocks in plain view even from this angle,
and he reached down his Jams and felt his stiff little weiner. He
had his board on the ground as he stripped slowly to his
underpants, removing his skategear and everything else. He
approached the ramp as Glenn looked up from licking Ralph's
scrotum. Ralph really couldn't see because his eyes were closed.
Glenn heard him scuffle the dirt with his feet and looked up. "Ohh
shit, it's Gary!" Glenn yelled with a start, Gary's underwear
protruding in front with his large dick for his young age. Gary
looked rather nerdy, but he didn't wear the nerdy glasses. Still,
with this massive hardon he sported under his drawers, he looked
anything BUT the nerd he seemed in the classroom.
"Hi dudes," he said, after Ralph's eyes had flown open. "Nice to
see you alone."
"This.. seem crazy to you?" Glenn asked the thirteen-year-old,
afraid of a negative reaction.
"No, I suck my big brother Marty all the time. He likes it. He
sucks me too and I send cream all up in his mouth," Gary remarked.
"Wanna see it?" he asked.
"Are you alone?" Glenn asked, looking for someone else to arrive.
"Yeah man, relax! It's just us!" Gary said.
"Whew. Yeah.. you can whip it out if you want.." commented Glenn.
Gary dropped his underpants to the ground, they fell at his feet as
soon as the elastic band was released from it's position around his
waist. "Feast your eyes on THAT," Gary stated, showing the boys the
biggest, roundest-headed jewel they had ever seen. It looked like a
MAN'S penis, not one belonging to a thirteen-year old boy! He had
some golden patches of hair around it, and some on his scrotum, but
this looked like the penis from a Greek god's statue.
"What is it? What's wrong?" asked Gary as the boys' eyes were as
big as saucers.
"That.. dick! Your dick is HUGE!" cried Glenn, who begged to touch
it.
"Sure!" said Gary, "everybody else does."
"Everybody else?"
"Sure, there are some boys in my P.E. class that go apeshit over
it.. they like to feel it. One dude sucked me off then."
"Wow!" screamed Ralph, feeling his own cock.
Looking at the dirt at Gary's feet, one could see a few droplets of
cum that had fallen there from his penis. He did have a big, mean
sucker.. must have had an early puberty..
Glenn TRIED to get it in his mouth.. he had his mouth stretched all
the way open, and was just barely able to get the head in. "I'll
bet he cums gallons,"
Ralph exaggerated. Glenn left Gary's dick now, and returned to
Ralph. Gary, using the saliva from Glenn's tonguing, rubbed it in
to coat his cock along with the cum he was now producing. Within
seconds, Gary sent streams belting over Glenn's back and Ralph's
chest, coating them both. As his dick was winding down from the
shots, he grinned ear-to-ear. "Heeeeheeeheee," Gary sounded.
About that time, a shot rang out in Glenn's mouth, too. Ralph,
excited not only from his best friend's and his own new
discoveries, but from the belting out of this stream from Gary, he
could hold back no longer. He FLOODED Glenn's mouth with wet, salty
semen. Gary had tried standing on the pipe and watching them, but
it just was too hot for his bare feet. It seemed- they had found a
NEW friend.
Ralph and Glenn were amazed at Gary's openness.. and Gary was
equally amazed to find them like this in the woods, where he had
never seen either of them naked before. Gary had a cute stomach,
and there wasn't another damn thing on his body that would suggest
that his penis was actually as big as it was.
As they looked at Gary, the sun was taking it's toll on Glenn and
he was turning a little pinkish. However, Ralph's darker
pigmentation was accustomed to it and all it did was make him a
little darker. Gary waved his dick around a little bit, it flapped
and flopped around as he waggled it. He was obviously very proud of
it; as Glenn and Ralph took their belongings off the ramp now, Gary
ran back for his shoes, socks and padding, and skated naked. Even
skating like this, one could tell that he had a nice sized penis.
Ralph went in next after Gary came out, giving Glenn his customary
"friendship"
handshake, and dropping in. It wasn't so surprising; after all this
mental crap had been unlocked out of Ralph's mind, he was quite
successful at pulling off a McTwist on his second pass down the
ramp. He had attempted shit like this before, but had failed. Named
for its creator, Mike McGill, the McTwist is a 360 degree mid-air
twist on the ramp. He was applauded and cheered by the other two
after his victory.
Then, Glenn peeled off the wall and dropped in. He did an
incredible ollie off the other lip, spun around, coming down with a
backside air. His penis was also flapping and flopping around. It
had never been satisfied from the last time it had been aroused,
over there looking at Ralph's body and then Gary's. Glenn ended his
show with a judo air and then allowed his board to slow as he went
up the other wall, and came off at the top of the ramp wall.
It seemed the general skate "rally" was over. But Ralph said he
wanted to suck Gary, if that were possible. He was dying to taste
Gary's wad before this show was over. Gary lay on his back, hard as
a brick, on Glenn's jeans on the ramp.
Ralph took the head of Gary's penis, (as much as he too could fit
in his mouth,) and sucked it feverishly. Yes, and soon Gary was
putting out for all he was worth. Ralph's mouth was loaded with his
cum, and by kissing Glenn he was able to share some with him.
Again, Gary giggled at the amazing output from his own dick. Gary
cut a long fart just then, and the boys smiled at him. He cut
another. And another. Soon, he found himself farting up a storm
without much effort. He began to squeeze his legs together so that
he could create different sounds. He wasn't being obnoxious; the
farts weren't smelly, just noisy. The boys made ready to leave
though until they had discovered they were odorless. Then they
started laughing right along with Gary. Soon though, he began to
strain TOO hard and had to stop. Even this strange behavior wasn't
too much for sixteen-year-old Ralph.
Ralph remembered back in his young mind a time when he was twelve;
he had gas and laid in his bed at home at one point, farting up a
storm. Hell, it was something that every kid goes through at some
time, and the feeling of the rushes going out of Ralph's ass at
that time had made him giggle, and he had also gotten a little
stiff over it. Ah yes, he remembered it well.
It was in fact about that time in Ralph's life when he had begun to
show his deepest ever interest in boys his own age; suddenly it was
like he had a vision of dudes and skateboarders that he never had
before experienced. And some of it, at that time, had even involved
the reality of the situations he was going through with Glenn and
Gary today.
It had been so real, he had even had dreams at night about it.
"Yo, dude!", he dreamed one night at fourteen, having known Glenn
about a year at the time. "What's up?" Ralph asked in the dream.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Glenn would answer, with a smirk on
his face as big as Texas.
Glenn would pull out his penis, showing it to Ralph and letting
Ralph feel it.
It was a very vivid dream, but Ralph kept pushing daily thoughts of
it farther and farther out of his awakened state because he knew he
had mentally loved Glenn, and this friendship, enough to know that
he didn't want to lose it, or upset Glenn in any way. Today had
changed all that. Now he was living those dreams that he had pushed
so far from his own realm of perception.
Glenn too had felt similar thoughts about his best friend. At
twelve, and living in St. Paul, Minnesota, he really hadn't
accumulated any friends. He was a brave soul there and seemed to go
things on his own; there were a few guys and some girls that he had
actually given "the finger" to and nearly started several fights
that way; Glenn had truly been a rebel and a doer; after moving to
Savannah (he really didn't mind the move AT ALL, since he had
started so many UNREAL friendships that had fallen through...), he
had befriended Ralph, the closest and dearest friend he had ever
had. Glenn had realized this and placed him very high above anyone
he had even remotely know in St. Paul.
Now, Gary was looking on as these two were embraced in a kiss. As
they made ready to leave, Gary stayed on and skated a while longer.
Fully dressed, they walked on down the trail towards the main road,
feeling differently somewhat about their friendship. They both felt
as though it were stronger, and they seemed to feel more like
brothers than ever before.
Coming out on the main road from the backwoods trails, they were
further from their homes than they were from school. It was only a
quarter of five in the afternoon; still the boys had almost made a
full day of it at the ramp. Glenn followed Ralph down the sidewalk
and watched as his friend made an intentional spin-out, he turned
his board about 90 degrees, just before reaching a dirt road. The
dirt road had nothing to do with their normal direction of travel;
it wouldn't have come into play except as another road they
normally passed by, except for the fact that Ralph stopped. They
were just over a mile from their subdivision.
Glenn stopped, grasped his board and looked at Ralph, who was
smiling. "Yo..
wassup dude?" Glenn asked.
"Heh.. do you.. have to take a wicked piss?" Ralph asked,
remembering that Glenn hadn't pissed in several hours.
"Yeah.. I suppose I do.."
The pair walked down the dirt road, carrying their skateboards. The
road led down to a privately-owned lake, but there must be 40 acres
of untouched, wooded property that led down the man's road TO the
man's driveway just crying out as a hideaway. Ralph had noted it
too many times.
There too, in their three-year friendship, this was ANOTHER first;
Ralph had never asked Glenn whether or not he had to urinate ever
before. Glenn and Ralph really both did; but Glenn could tell now
that Ralph really wanted them to have a moment in private to show
themselves off again before facing the humdrum heyday of life in
their suburb. The boys walked off the trail, Ralph cutting as
smooth and as unhampered as possible by thorns and high weeds, they
made their way to a small opening about three acres off the road.
Glenn unzipped and began pissing towards a heavy patch of
pinestraw. Ralph pulled down his shorts, exposing his entire lower
body, and pissed in the same general area. The two boys were
standing shoulder to shoulder, and both looking at each other's
parts very intently.
"I never thought I'd ever letcha know how I felt about you, really,
in my mind," Glenn said.
"YOU? I felt that way too, dude! I guess I always have, man, like
you were a little brother or something, so wild, so full of life.."
"A little brother, huh?" said Glenn as his piss trickled to a stop
and his unsnapped his pants, letting them fall to his feet.
"Yeah.." he said as he felt Glenn's chest. Glenn's shirt was in his
pants pocket.
"That's cool.. I've always looked at you as the brother I never
had, too!"
Glenn said, shocking Ralph. And perhaps this friendship ran.. a
little deeper.
They kissed.
"Well, big brother.." Glenn said, "I guess some things are better
once they're out in the open, huh?"
Ralph couldn't hold back his warm smile as he was quite touched by
his companion's remarks. Suddenly, he felt as though he'd known
Glenn all his life.
Glenn smiled back. With their smiles, it seemed a thousand words
which couldn't be spoken by the lips, were exchanged between them.
Ralph reached down and wagged Glenn's penis; Glenn did the same to
Ralph. As Ralph took his hand off of Glenn's, Glenn shook his body
slightly and waggled his penis and scrotum slightly, letting it
flap in the air for a moment. "Dude," he said, "I'd skate like this
all the time, if there were no law against it, just to let you see
me the way you like."
"Glenn, you are just as beautiful with clothes on as you are off,
man. I just like to see... well, what I never had before. I feel
like I know you now as well as I know myself."
"I couldn't agree more," Glenn responded. "I feel like if.. I
wanted to see your dick, I could just ask.."
"Exactly," said Ralph, "because, as crazt as this may sound, I love
you, Glenn."
Glenn's eyebrows dropped to a more serious inner expression. "No,
man.. you're thinking like the rest of the world. That's not crazy,
at all. I could tell from the day we first became friends that
there was more to it than I could see. I can honestly say, I love
you too, Ralph!"
The boys embraced, they were both slightly in tears. Their truest
of all feelings had shone today, not unlike small stars just added
into their youthful lives. Then, didn't they have the rest of their
lives to live it out? As cool and aggro as they were, they both
knew now what that feeling meant most to them. It was the same
feeling, unchanged, unaltered and at the same time, unquestioned
from that Saturday forth.
Ralph pulled Glenn's jeans up, snapped and zipped them. Then Glenn
insisted on pulling Ralph's shorts up, just prior to which he
grasped Ralph's scrotum, as he would his own sometimes prior to
pulling up his own clothes. "Ooo," Glenn said, "soft, warm things..
they're so cool.."
"Yeah.. they are," said Ralph, rubbing Glenn's arms. They headed
back out onto the main road again and soon were home. But then,
after a long hot shower...
Ralph went next-door to Glenn's house and spent the night with his
"little brother." Things were indeed, just beginning...