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Jim
Burger Joint
When I was 15 my parents rules required that I have a summer job. Although it was a pretty long bike ride, I found out that the town burger joint I ate at with my family was hiring. Typical 15 year old starter job. I was going to work the register, flip burgers and learn my way up the burger chain of command lol.
While my friends were out having fun at the lake and just being teenagers in general, I was wafting in the smell of grease and onions. Not very glamorous. Of course most of my friends would come in to give me a hard time and hassle and beg for free stuff (didn't happen. The owner watched us like a hawk). This is how I was destined to spend my summer. Watching my friends come and go as they pleased, while I "learned responsibility." Wasn't my ideal teen summer, but it wasn't a choice either.
Here's the thing. I really didn't need the job. I grew up in a pretty privileged way. Upper middle class suburb, most of my friends lived in mansions. Truly mega houses before that became the norm. Most of them even had "help." House keepers, nannies, lawn service, a few even had family drivers to get their fathers to work downtown or kids to school or activities everyday. My family didn't, but you get the idea; It wasn't a tough place to grow up. My folks made plenty of money. No; the whole job thing was a "life lesson" once I hit 15, I had to learn responsibility. Same as mowing the lawn. Nothing teaches responsibility to a twelve year old like mowing a few acres of grass every weekend or so my parent believed.
So at this point in my life responsibility smelled like grease and onions. In all honesty the job sucked. Really I probably only worked about 20 hours a week, the rest of the time I was at the pool, out with friends or at home with no parental supervision. I worked all shifts, so some days I had to be there at 10 in the morning. Some nights I didn't leave until 10 pm. They just plugged me into the schedule as they needed. But I was 15 and my friends were all free for the summer!
About two weeks into my rise up the burger ladder of success, a new face appeared; Ron. He was cute. About a year earlier was when I first "did something" with another guy. A kid a couple of years older than me on the school swim team. I got to see him and others naked. Lots. He initiated me into the swim team at a shaving party. We were paired up together and lets just say that things rose to the occasion and he knew how to use the shaving cream to my advantage. I think a lot of that happened at the shaving parties. At least for me they did lol.
So back to the second week of my burger life. This new guy, Ron had started at the burger place. Ron's story was a little different. His folks were divorced. He lived with his dad somewhat near my parent's house in a two bedroom apartment. It was a pretty competitive "bubbled" world the town we lived in and everybody knew everybody else's background / business, family situation etc. Where you lived said a lot about your social standing in our small isolated society. But Ron was happy and blissfully ignorant of the small town arrogance we lived in. He moved there with his dad to start a new life from across the country. His dad worked a lot. I don't think that the burger place was a life lesson for Ron.
Ron and I were both 15 and would be going to school together in the same grade in the fall. While I had my own circle of friends, mainly my best friend Jeff and a few other friends we ran with, I really liked Ron. I found that he was really really funny and smart. Dry sense of humor. The kind that you had to listen to every word to know if it was a joke or not. To me he was hot. Curly reddish-blond hair (I have an affinity for any hue of blond hair) probably about 5 feet eleven. Could have lost a couple of pounds, but had an amazing ass. And while the extra weight wasn't muscle per say, he looked good; not overweight at all. Just not toned and buffed up. He looked very all "American kid next door". He had an amazing smile, the kind where he always looked like he had a grin on his face and blue eyes that made me melt. He filled out his jeans well. I would always sneak a glance to try and figure out what he was packing. It looked like a lot. I would bump into him a lot...covertly try to cop a feel here and there and laugh it off. He would do it to me too. It was kind of a game for him. To me it was jack off material.
So I did what most confused, horny 15 year olds would do. I kept close to him. We became fast friends and on the shifts we worked together we typically carried that into hanging out after work too. I loved those nights. The town seemed empty and deserted while we rode our bikes in the darkness. It was like we owned the town. Some nights instead of going home, we would ride right down the middle of the main street through town never passing another person and make random detours just to enjoy the feeling of freedom. It was fun. Ron was fun. It didn't require much for one of us to get the other riled up and laughing, or to make something mundane into an all out competition. As the summer progressed, we grew closer and closer.
With regards to my other, non-burger life, the nights we worked together were easy. My best friend Jeff was out with whatever girl his dick pointed him too that week. During the day Jeff, our group and I still hung out. But slowly nights were becoming all about Ron. Lots of times if I didn't have to work the evening shift, I would find myself riding up to the burger place and hanging out with Ron until he finished his closing responsibilities. He did the same. I was there because he was interesting to me and he made me smile (and horny). I think he did it because he really didn't have anybody to hang out with (I'd like to think I made him horny too...!). Moving during the summer before school starts is tough. He really didn't have a lot of friends. My friends made him feel welcome, but you get it; strange place, no real connection to anybody and his dad worked non-stop. Like seriously non stop. I rarely saw the man. Frankly when Ron would make a new acquaintance, I would get a pang of jealousy. I wanted him for myself. Unfair I know, but I was 15 and falling for him.
After a few weeks, at my prompting, most nights we worked together Ron would stay over at my house. We had fun at work and would continue that into the evening. I don't think his dad minded. Ron was making friend's. His dad, what little I saw of him, seemed pleased and was always warm and welcoming when I did see him.
My room was basically a dormer over the garage of the house, so you had to be intent on going to my room to get there. You couldn't just walk past. It was somewhat like having your own apartment. There was an entrance from the garage as well as from inside the house, but it was a long twisted corridor to get there. I think it had once been used as servants quarters. Not by my parents. No. My dad was much too practical for hiring help when he had boys capable of anything that required attention at the house. My room was isolated enough that we could listen to the music, watch TV, wrestle around or just be 15 and nobody would hear. I had a bathroom and large open bedroom that I think was a living room at one time. I used the small "bedroom" as my personal junk room and kept the door closed most of the time. I gathered a few of my first paychecks that summer and I bought a water bed. It was HUGE! It had a heater and at night in a drafty 1800's house, it kept me nice and warm. It was also roomy enough that two, maybe three could sleep in it and not be crammed.
Many nights Ron and I would get back to my house, put the bikes in the garage, careful not to touch my parents cars, and head up to my room without ever seeing a sole. I felt very independent and loved it. I was a good kid and my parents, while strict, trusted me. We were raised to be adults and were given those freedoms until there was a reason to take them away.
Ron was kind of shy around people he didn't know, but once you got him to open up, he was a blast! and just as crazy as any other 15 year old. Our house was on the lake and my room had windows on all sides, I could sneak out onto the roof of the main house through one of the windows in my room. Many nights Ron and I would be on top of the roof of my house in just our underwear laughing or having conversations beyond our years (so we thought) until we were too tired to prop ourselves up on the dangerous slope any more. It seemed daring at the time and in reality it was. Maybe dumb, but to a 15 year old being three stories up in the middle of the night was cool! One time my mom came out in the back yard late at night and shined a flash light on us. Two boys, in their underwear, laughing and trying to sush the other. Yeah, I got in trouble for that one. But she knew we were only being 15. No real harm done. I don't think she told my dad. Just a promise not to do it again and we were good.
I have an older brother. 5 years and one month older to be exact. He moved out while in college and didn't come home during the summer except for an occasional weekend. He was shacking up with some random he met at school for the summer. Being 15 of course I snooped around to see what he left when he went away to school, and man... I hit the jackpot! I found a box behind a bunch of clothing he left behind. PORN. Tons of it. All straight, but at a confused 15 that didn't matter. It was porn! I didn't take it all. Only a few movies at a time. I mean honestly what would he say when he came home some rare weekend and discovered a movie or two missing..."Mom, Jimmy took my porn!" No that wasn't going to happen and I knew it. So yeah, I had porn. There was other stuff there too. Condoms, lube, magazines, a few things I had no idea what you would do with. But I knew it was all for sex. SEX!
As Ron and I got closer and he would sleep over at my house more and more, I guess he became more comfortable too. We would take turns showering after work in my room and although I never saw him in more than his underwear that gave me enough to jack off to when I was alone. At 15, I could bust three loads in a row without loosing my hard on. It took at lot of will power not to bust a nut while in the shower when Ron was sleeping over. Sometimes I did it. If Ron took a shower first sometimes I would jack off thinking about him being naked in the same space I was now standing. Sometimes he would take long showers too...
One night while I was in the shower and Ron was hanging out in my room waiting for his turn, I guess he decided to snoop a little and discovered my stash. Well, it really only was a couple of movies, but he was fascinated. Apparently he had never really seen much porn and just the boxes sent him off. I got out of the shower wrapped in a towel with my underwear on underneath and walked out to see Ron had a shit eating grin on his face while he held up those three DVD cases. "hahaha, you discovered my stash." I laughed nervously. I had found a playgirl magazine once (not in my brothers room!) and had it with my stash too. I guess that was a little more hidden or Ron never mentioned it, if he saw it. I doubt he did. It was pretty well out of the way hidden in a different but close place.
"Dude! Where did you get these?" Ron asked. "Snagged them from my brother. He's got a whole box of this stuff!" I said. "Really?? Can we watch it??" Ron asked.
Crap. Not sure what to do. Play it straight... I don't want my new buddy to thing odd of me and I knew what two 15 year olds with porn would get up to... or at least what I wanted to get up too and at this point I really hadn't figured Ron out. Not a lot of discussion about girls or sex unlike the rest of my horny friends.
"Naw man, I'm tired. Lets just watch the TV and hit the sack" I told him. He looked like I just stole his puppy dog.
So we climbed into my bed. Him on one side, me on the other, both of us face down and turned on the TV for background noise and talked. Ron had lots of questions about the porn. I got hard. I tried to steer the conversation away from the DVD's and their libidinous contents. It worked... slowly. I was hard as a rock but eventually we drifted off and the topic was forgotten.
While I had fooled around with a couple of guys on the swim team at the pre-meet shaving parties, that seemed... acceptable. That's just what happened at those things. Yeah I jacked off thinking about guys, but I didn't want my secret exposed. Especially to Ron. I didn't want him running off yelling "FAG" or outing me to anybody. It would ruin me. My friends would run! Everything I knew would be gone. So I played the straight guy. The "I can't find the right girl" straight guy. And that was fine by me.
Waking up with Ron was always a treat. Most mornings I would open one eye and he would be wide awake smiling. "You snore!" he would say and laugh with his back propped up on the headboard, remote in his hand watching whatever comes on before noon in the summer. I don't know how he did it but he always looked so cheerful and alive when he got up in the morning. I was like a zombie. A zombie willing his hard-on to go away so he could get out of bed and not have Ron see my dick point the way to the bathroom. He must have always woken up early and taken care of that, cause he never seemed to have the issue.
A few nights later we were both scheduled to work until close. It sucked, but I would get to hang with Ron that night. When we would close it was two people and the owner so Ron and I would pal around and play while the owner would be in his office. Of course we had to make the place clean and put away at the end of the night, but if Ron was there I didn't mind how long it took. I don't think he did either. We would joke and talk about all the worlds problems while we mopped the floors or cleaned the walk in refrigerator. Some nights it would be a race. Others it was just comfortable and relaxed.
Over those past few days Ron would drop small comments about the porn he found... "What's it like? Any hot chicks? Anything kinky? Like what?..." not all rapid succession, but definite interest. I would answer him, but tried to keep it cool. This was my spank material and I was 15 damn it! Somewhat embarrassing!
We closed the place and jumped on our bikes heading towards my house. Ron was ahead, which was fine by me. Seeing that denim covered butt was all I needed for the moment.
"Dare you to moon the convenience store chick... show her your skinny butt!" Ron said. OK, that was out of left field, because while we horsed around, we typically didn't do that sort of thing, and nudity was never a topic. We would wrestle around on my bedroom floor coping feels of each other, but not obvious ones. An arm across his crotch. His hand grabbing below my balls and onto my ass. Kid stuff. We were always careful never to reveal ourselves in less than our underwear, which didn't leave much to imagine, but still it wasn't total nudity.
I let the comment go and just kept riding. We made it back to my house, parking the bikes so my dad didn't have to move them in the morning (I hate being woken up at 6 am in the summer and made to move bikes. Made that mistake once and frankly my dad totally could have steered around them.... life lessons) So more like "I" didn't have to move the bikes in the morning.
Upstairs we went. Ron decided he was going to grab a shower first tonight. That was fine. I headed down to the kitchen and grabbed some sodas just in time to see Ron coming out of the bathroom in his towel.
"Have any underwear I can borrow?" Ron asked. Not a new statement. While bigger than me, we both wore boxers and had gotten to a level of sharing clothes if we didn't swing by Rons house on the way back to mine. Basically just to rid ourselves of the stink of grease and onions. Didn't really seem like that big of a deal to either of us. I guess being on the swim team and swapping Speedos with guys numbed me to the idea of another guy using my stuff.
"Don't spunk them up" I teased him.
"OK, when I spunk I'll aim it at you!" Ron said. Wow. We had never talked to each other like that before. I was mildly starting to bone. The thought of Ron spraying his load on me was HOT.
I threw him a pair and started stripping myself. I got down to my underwear and closed the bathroom door. I was sporting a semi and was thinking about Ron in this room just a minute ago totally naked. I was sporting more than a semi now. Got in the shower and turned on cold. I needed to relax this bone a little and didn't want Ron to think I was jerking. So I made it quick. Something about the tone of the, albeit minimal, sexual comments tonight put me a little on the edge. The edge of horniness.
Finished, I opened the door and Ron was smiling at me. "Got another pair?" he asked.
"Huh?" "I spunked these!" hahahaha Ron grinned and laughed. 15 year old humor. "hahahaha...tough, sleep in your sticky spunk. Wanna go on the roof tonight?" I asked wondering if we would venture out to our "secret" spot to stare at the world below and ponder life's problems.
"No, lets head to bed" Ron said.
So to bed we went. Ron on his side, me on mine. The TV on and we were both propped on the headboard. We made small talk and just chatted about whatever 15 year olds talk about. It had been about a half an hour and we were quieting down when Ron turned to look at me with a sad face and said "please jimmy?? Just a little porn tonight?? I already picked the one I want to watch while you were in the shower..."
I knew that if we watched a porn, I was going to throw wood. Christ I was already throwing wood at the thought of throwing wood. I also knew what a possible outcome would be of two 15 year olds with a forbidden gem like porn could lead to. I just feared the rejection if it went too far...
"Nah man, lets just go to sleep" I mumbled. Ron got up and went across the room to my desk. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a DVD.
"See! I want to watch this one!" he said as he held up a DVD case with pictures of dicks and boobs all over it. He wasn't letting go.
"Dude... let's just go to bed. I'm tired! Yawn" OK. I was tired, but now wide awake. I was so horny. But this was different. This wasn't a swim team meeting, locked in a bathroom with a teammate handling your junk and shaving your speedo line. It just wasn't the norm that I was used to. See at the shaving parties, I learned it was just kind of the norm to throw wood. Some guys would help you out, others would just ignore it. But nobody got ribbed because of it. Well, everybody got ribbed for it, but it was ok. It was just the way it was. This was different. This was someone I really wanted and wanted to be with. I really liked Ron and I didn't want him to think less of me. 15 year old mentality I know. But no less significant regardless of the age.
"Jimmy, Pleeeeaaase?" reddish curly hair, big blue eye naked to the waist and the smell of cocoanut shampoo. "Ok" I gave in. What's the worst that could happen. We watch a scene or two and throw wood, but hide under the covers and pretend we weren't hard as nails and then we would fall asleep. It was just something to do while we fell asleep right?
"Awesome!!!" Ron headed to the DVD player. His, (my) boxers a little fuller than before, but not obscene. If I hadn't starred at the bulge so many times by now, I honestly wouldn't have known the difference. Since they were my boxers they were a little tight on Ron, but again, in the short time I knew Ron, I knew that bulge by heart, so I knew he wasn't in the same state of arousal that I had already reached but he was on his way. In my head I was saying "Make it go down jimmy, dead puppies jimmy, French kissing grandma jimmy" where the hell did that come from. Yuk. But it seemed to work. By this time Ron was back in bed, covers over his bulge and up to his stomach. Lights off and... "action!" with remote in Ron's hand the movie started.
Total silence. We watched with wide eyes. I knew the scene. I had watched it many times... only alone. Not with this gorgeous guy a foot away from me. I didn't want to make a move. Waterbed remember. It transmits any movement and I didn't want Ron to think I was up to something under the covers. I think I watched Ron out of the corner of my eye more than I watched the movie. A sign. Any sign. I just wanted to see a little movement under the sheets to show me he was as hard and aroused as I was. Maybe a reaction to what was being displayed. Any sign. Something that would tell me he was like me.
I did notice that on occasion Ron would look my way, straight at me. What was he looking for? Did he want to see if I was hard? Did he want me? Was he just looking to see if I was watching or if I had fallen asleep? (Not a chance!!!) I took that as a sign to look at him once in a while and he started meeting my gaze and would just smile back "This is Awesome Jimmy!" he broke the ice. God the tension was so thick. At least I thought it was. For all I knew he was just getting a laugh that grin never leaving his face.
"It is?!?" I stammered.
"yeah... it is..." Ron replied.
Silence. That's what it was. I think we were both trying to figure out what was in the others head.
We watched a few scenes and I finally started feeling tired. Regardless of the copious loads of cum, tits and ass, we were awake, but tired. We worked until close, rode around town and I think the tension of what we were doing made us both tired.
"Lets call it a night huh?" I said.
"OK" Ron surprised me by saying. I thought it would be a fight. My dick was leaking and I was frozen in place. My leg crooked at the knee to hide my hard 7 inches. Ron's was too. I think he had the same issue.
So Ron used the remote and shut off the DVD. "That was amazing..." Ron said.
"Yeah, it's pretty hot!" I replied.
"We so have to do this again" Ron said.
"Sure" I mumbled. I honestly didn't know if I could. I mean holy crap. I know I am having a wet dream tonight. I am going to be awake all night just to make sure I don't accidently hump his leg like a dog in my sleep.
I rolled over. Careful to subtly adjust my stump. Ron did the same. Heads on pillows, he was looking at me and I was looking at him. Although the room was dark, the windows let in enough moonlight that we could see each others eyes. Damn it was quiet. I was scared to speak and frankly after watching all those hard dicks I don't know what I would have talked about. I only had one thing on my mind. Ron's hard dick.
"I dare you to go on the roof naked" Ron said.
"Huh?" was all I could get out. "I DARE you to go out to the roof and get naked" Ron reiterated. "Serious?" "Yeah I'm serious! Come on Jimmy, it would be hilarious!" "BUT what if I get caught?" "By who? Your mom? Someone looking at your roof at 1 in the morning from across the lake? Nobody is going to see!" Ron said.
OK, I am all about this game. It's on. As I explained Ron and I were a little competitive. And if in turn I get to see Ron naked... it's a win win! So I got out of bed. Facing away from Ron so he couldn't see my somewhat softer dick (nerves) and to the window I went.
"Naked!" Ron said a little louder than I would have liked. "I will! Let me get on the roof first" I climbed out onto the main house roof, pulled my underwear off and threw it back into my room. I heard Ron laughing. "Shit! You did it!" Ron softly yelled. "You dared me!" I whisper yelled back. This was the last thing I needed my mom to come out and shine a flashlight on. I could explain being on the roof, I mean I am pretty sure even though were we warned, she knew we still went out there. But naked? And I mean butt naked sporting a semi! I climbed back into my room. I suddenly realized Ron was seeing me. All of me. The room was dark, but I am sure his eyes had adjusted by now. He was still in bed, laughing away. I noticed that the sheets were pulled down a bit from when I exited. Did he get out and watch me? I was still a little stiff. Not hard. Not even really enough to notice unless you had seen me soft before. But thick. You know, that pre-hard-on thickness. Ron was laughing. Giggling. God he was so cute. I held my hand in front of my dick and reached down for my underwear, pulling them back up one leg at a time trying to maintain some level of modesty. I high jumped back into bed causing Ron's side to fly in the air. In that briefest of seconds I saw that Ron was hard. The sheets tangled on his hard dick as his hands braced himself from the unexpected motion of the bed. "There I did it!" I smiled. I was once again face down on the bed. Ron was too. Ron adjusted and I felt his foot touch mine. Hhhmm. What's this about? I didn't move away. Neither did he. So there we laid. Staring into each others eyes. Feet touching.
Not to be outdone I had been thinking the whole time... "I dare you to take off your underwear and do ten jumping jacks in the middle of the room" I threw it out there. Ron reached over the side of the bed and threw his underwear that he had worn all day at my face. Grease, onions a little piss and Ron. Fuck. They smelled good. Then he got out and started doing jumping jacks still in the underwear I loaned him earlier.
"No fair" I said. "that's a foul, and in dare's you just bought a two dare penalty!" "You said take off my underwear...meaning mine, not yours!" he grinned. I knew he was just trying to be a goof. I starred at his dick bouncing in time with his jumping jacks. The bulge I knew so well was definitely larger. I could make out the head and shaft of his cock with each upward jump. It was growing... Ron stopped and started to climb into bed. "Not so fast!" I whisper yelled. "You got two dares for that!" Ron was grinning and he laid back down, but this time on top of the sheets. Yeah, he definitely had a larger bulge than when we started out tonight.
Now I had to think. I wasn't really thinking about this truth or dare game before it started and had already came up with one. "I dare you to get NAKED and climb on the roof and jack off for one minute!" There. I put it out there. Test the waters. Ron smiled big. He stood up, walked around the bed and towards the open window. He turned at the waist to look at me, hooked his thumbs in the sides of the boxers and down they went. He locked eyes with me while he bent all the way over showing me his slightly hairy white ass. I dropped the eye contact. I couldn't help it. I have been starring at that ass for weeks imagining what it looked like. Dreaming about what I would do with it. (frankly I didn't know what I would do with it. My guy on guy contact was limited to clumsy jack offs, but I knew I wanted to do something with Ron's ass)
"Like it?" Ron said. I just gulped not saying a word. I watched as Ron reached his leg up to get to the window ledge, his body silhouetted by the moon light, I could see his balls hanging in their sack and the tip of his dickhead as his body turned. Yeah. He was hard. Rock hard.
Like I said, I've seen some hard dicks before. In the moonlight, Ron looked like he was about 6 and a half inches. Big balls. Very big balls. His dickhead looked round. Almost like a ball on the end of a stick.
"Jimmy!" I snapped back to reality as Ron whispered "are you timing me?"
I was too lost in the moment to keep track of time. It could have been an hour. It could have been a minute. I was still etching my brief glimpse of Ron's dick into my brain.
"Yeah" I replied. "I think it's been a minute"
Ron's leg began to emerge in through the window. As he got further in, his proud dick, big balls and full bush was pointed straight at me. God, he was so hot. Just proportioned right. His dick matched him. A little overweight in all the right places. Ron was hot.
"I was almost going to jizz!" Ron smiled. "Good thing time was up! Explain those stains to your mom!"
Damn right good thing time was up. If Ron was going to cum, I want to see it. Taste it would be better! I hadn't done that yet, but I knew I wanted too.
"Well, you're not done yet. Remember, double dare! You cheated on the first one!" I reminded him. Ron was pulling his (my) underwear over his engorged fat dick. I was never going to wash those again. Now what do I make him do?? Ron was climbing back into the bed. This time it was my turn to go flying as he jumped and put all his weight into the waving mattress. The sheet fell back and my tented underwear was full on display. I just let it go. I left the sheet off me. He's seen my tent. I'd seen his dick. We were both hard. Why bother to hide it at this point. We laid still for a minute. Ron's foot touched mine again. This time I knew it was on purpose. I rubbed up and down his foot. He did the same back to me. We foot wrestled for a minute before I blurted out "fuck the mattress for one minute!" It was the only thing I could think of. Not really thinking through the implications of the waves, but still, it would be hot to watch his ass pump into the air. Ron turned over. What I didn't expect, nor did I include in my dare, Ron pulled down his underwear as he lay face down adjusting his dick into a comfortable position. He started thrusting, slow measured pumping into the mattress. His ass was everything I thought it would be. I watched his ass cheeks flex and dimple as he ground his dick into the bed. The waves, while annoying, suddenly became erotic as my mind processed their origin. I could totally now see the benefits of a waterbed when it came to fucking. Fucking? Would I fuck Ron in the ass? Would I let Ron fuck me in the ass? I guess I had thought about it before, but seeing the simulated sex in front of me made me realize this was something I wanted. Something I wanted with Ron. Either way, receiving or giving, I wanted to be intimate with Ron and I grasped the reality that meant more than seeing each other naked or jacking off together. An image of sinking myself inside of Ron's dimpled ass was ruling my brain. What would it feel like? Would it be dirty? What would it be like to have Ron inside of my ass? Would he shoot his cum in me? What would happen if he did?
Ron was really getting into it. I could hear his breathing and it was in time with his thrusts. I think my breathing was in time with his thrusts! As I watched his ass undulate I briefly looked up and met his eyes starring at me. I'm sure I blushed. If it hadn't been for the moonlight, I am sure my face could have lit up the room.
"jimmy..." Ron whispered.
Caught in the moment I mumbled a weak "yeah?"
"This feels... so... ... good" Ron said without breaking eye contact. As Ron said this he moved his foot over to touch mine again. I was leaking. No doubt. I think my boxers were translucent at this point. If I had cum in them twice I don't think they would be that wet. He just continued starring into my eyes, rubbing my foot with his. I was rocking from the bed in time with his thrusts imagining what he would feel like on top of me. Inside me. Emptying himself into me.
All too soon Ron turned back over. His hard six and a half straight up with a little curve to the right at the head. That dick head. It was so big. Not that the shaft was small, but the head made it look like a scoop of ice cream on a popsicle stick. I couldn't get the thought from my mind of that big dickhead inside me. In my mouth... in my ass... anywhere Ron wanted to put it I would let him...
Ron smiled and looked at my tent. "Somebody enjoyed the show!" he said. Then he did something amazing. Unexpected. Hot! Gay. He reached down to my soaked boxers and squeezed my aching dick. Just for a second, then he batted at it hard like it was a toy!
"Ouch!" I more than whispered. Good thing we were so far from the rest of my family. Surely anybody awake would have heard that. He started laughing. It was his way of breaking the ice. It did. It brought me out of my trance and thoughts of lust. I reached over and grabbed his nipple and squeezed.
"AAARRRGGHHH!" he yelled.
"SUSHHH! You're going to wake my folks!" I went back to the whisper.
"Jimmy's turn...." Ron said. "Hmmm lets see... You've seen me naked. You've watched me fuck the mattress... what's Jimmy going to have to do...?"
At that point I didn't care. I would have done anything he wanted. Anything.
"I dare you too... take off your underwear and use them to stroke your dick for one minute" Ron anteed.
No big DEAL! I was ALL in. I whipped those boxers down, let my dick spring out and lay back so Ron could see me and what I had. I watched his eyes run down my six foot, 165 pound long swimmers build down to my cropped bush and hard 7 inches. I wrapped my dick in my boxers and started pumping. Slow. I was ready to bust but I wanted this game to continue.
Something I noticed about Ron... This whole time Ron never lost that boyish smile on his face. Like it was all just kid fun to him. But now, now that I am laying naked next to him, stroking my dick, while his remained pointed at the ceiling with a slight curve, the look on his face changed. It wasn't kid fun anymore. He looked serious. Deep in thought. Taking it all in. It was, at that young age, a moment of recognition. Ron was admiring me, wanting me. I could tell. In all of the shaving party fumbles, those were just games. "hahaha. Jimmy creamed after six strokes hahaha. Yeah, well teddy creamed after two hahaha" but this... No; this was different. This was deep. Ron wanted me and I could see it. I hoped that he could see it in my eyes too.
"How long has it been Ron?" I spoke. So soft, only two people being intimate with each other could hear.
"umm" Ron swallowed for a second, clearing something caught in his throat. "It's been about a minute..."
I didn't stop. I got rid of the boxers, but I kept my hand pumping. Slow, careful to avoid that ridge around the head, I was on edge but I didn't want to stop. Ron apparently was engrossed by what he saw and realized I was thinking and feeling what he was and reached down to his dick. He started to slowly pump his fist around that baseball of a dickhead he had. It wasn't a game anymore.
I felt his foot again. I guess that was safe to him at this point. I hadn't rebuffed Ron when he did it a bit ago and even reciprocated. His foot slowly traveled up my leg a bit to my calf. He was testing the waters and my lack of denial allowed him to feel safe enough to travel further.
"Your turn..." I hoarsely whispered. "I dare you to touch my dick..." without hesitation Ron stopped stroking his and reached over to grasp mine in his hand. His eyes locked onto mine to gauge my reaction. His touch was firm but gentle. It was amazing. Nothing like the shave parties. Those were nothing but tugs to see how fast you could get the guy to cum. This, this was different. This was exploring. This was intimacy. This was sharing something with a friend so special. So private. So...together.
With his other hand Ron reached over and stroked my stomach. Just feeling my abs. (swimming did me well) occasionally reaching down into my shortened bush. It was so erotic. I wanted to cum. I want to spray my cum all over. I didn't care where it landed, I just wanted to cum. No I didn't. I wanted to make this last all night.
I didn't need a dare for my next turn. I reached over and felt Ron. I felt that pole straining for my attention. My other hand held his balls with a finger reached down towards his taint. I stroked him from the base of his shaft up. I loved the way his dickhead pointed slightly to the side. I ran my finger around the ridge over the top and felt the stream of precum running down the side. That dickhead. The slit so deep. So...pronounced. It was sticky wet and hot a pool of precum gathered. His dick was hot. Hot like... on fire hot. Ron drew in his breath as I touched him. I don't know if anyone had ever touched him in this most intimate private ways. But I was now and Ron was straining to feel every touch while etching each second of this into his brain.
I felt Ron's leg shift and his weight start to lean over me. He was moving himself closer, his knee near my ball sack. He propped himself onto one arm, the other not letting go of his new found toy, and I felt his body envelop me. It was like Ron needed to make sure anywhere our skin could possibly touch was connected.
"Jimmy..." Ron whispered "Jimmy... can I?..." what? What? Say it Ron! His face so close to mine I could feel him breath and exhale on my face. "Can I...?"
I didn't wait. I bridged the gap. I pulled my head up and connected my lips to his. Tentatively at first, just a soft touch that slowly building into a kiss of old friends but new found lovers. At that very moment Ron exhaled into my mouth as our lips stayed connected. I felt Ron's body go limp and fall on top of me, no longer holding himself back . Our tongues teasing each other. Hands feeling each other. His rock hard dick pushing against mine. Our kissing and touching was clumsy at times, but deliberate none the less. My first real kiss and it began a night of the most intimate acts of my young life.
We were still awake when we heard my dad open the garage door below us and start his car on his way to the office. We shared small talk of our feelings towards each other amidst giggles, laughs and kisses. Ron and I shared something that summer that has for me, lasted to this day. It was a first for both of us in regards to intimacy. You always remember your first young love. And Ron is mine.
Jim Shorts.