Just a note, I love writing stories, but it is harder than I thought it would be. I have learned and for those who follow my stories thanks. The hardest part is trying to put your feelings of orgasm into words. There is so much going on in that 30 to 45 seconds of bliss, it’s very hard to describe. Some of the Authors on this site are very good writers and I want to give my compliments to them and thank them for their stories.

I just considered myself another teenage American boy, wanting a blonde headed Barbie girlfriend to impress my friends and provide a relief of sexual tension. What we actually get is something different and overtime we learn that sometimes we just want sex from anyone. . Rarely do we get the sexy blonde goddess of nymphomaniacs, especially if you weren’t given talent to be athletic. I was part nerd, thin, and definitely not part of the “in” group, but sometimes fate can deal us something totally unexpected.

Finally I got my driver’s license and was able to date girls although none of them were serious relationships; we hung out and had a great time. We had our own little group and the main focus every Friday and Saturday was to get alcohol, hang out down town, then get laid. The first two were easily achieved the last one however was more difficult to conquer.

This was my normal weekend routine until a stranger moved into our area. He was 15 and a sophomore and immediately he got into trouble, although not intentional it seemed trouble followed him. His name was Scott and we met in the school office. I was an aid at that time and he had to come and talk to the principle, although I like girls, somehow I was attracted to him. Things seemed to settle down for him. It was never anything serious, for example, one day our teacher was sick and excused herself. When she returned to the room he blurted “hey Mrs. Smith., are you missing something this month”. The class busted out with laughter and off to the office he went. He was blonde haired and blue eyed, and his hair always needed to be combed. Scott had a carefree attitude; nothing ever seemed to bother him. He was very small and kind of scraggly looking, immediately snubbed by the popular group. We started talking in the office and grew to be great friends.

He would ride home with me every Friday after school and usually stay until Sunday when his mother made him return home. We would ride around chasing girls and drinking on the weekends. It was easy to date girls but they always seemed to have to return home about 9 or 10 and so we rode around until we got tired and back to my house and listened to music and played Atari 2600. Yes we didn’t have near the things kids have today but we still had one hell of a good time. We would talk about girls and their stuff between their legs and how we dreamed of screwing them. We usually ended up getting into a wrestling match and my mother would stomp in telling us to settle down or else. We apologized and soon as the door shut we giggled at her, and usually went to bed soon after that.

Things were going good, I had a girlfriend, considered to be one of the top ten girls in school. We went to the movies, and Scott always tagged along with either one of her friends or one of our female friends. I noticed he would often talk and joke about girls but he never had a relationship. We went to the movies and parking later. I finally was scoring, we were kissing and I would put my hand between her legs and she kept moving it. I did finally get her succulent firm tits free. I was kissing and sucking them in my mouth causing her to squirm and moan. They were so soft and firm; her nipples were perfect not too big and not to small, I was totally in love with her and was growing more in love with her every minute that was passing. I finally had my hand between her legs and rubbing her crotch and could smell her musk on my fingers, as her wetness was seeped through. I could feel her wetness seeping through her jeans as she moved against my fingers. Our tongues intertwined and then I would lower my head onto her tit again and start suckling. I would suck in as much tit as possible and then flick her nipple with my tongue. Her lust began shutting her mind out, all the sudden her friend knocked on the car door, “I have to be home soon”. “AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGH”. I was screaming inside. My girlfriend stopped immediately and pulled her shirt down. “I love you so much”, I said to her. “I can’t go home without feeling you baby”, it didn’t work. She said she loved me too and we would continue later. I took her and her friend home and then Scott and I went to my house. I didn’t feel like riding around, I was hard and wanted to relieve myself.

Scott and I went inside, my sister was in the shower so I just went to my bedroom. Scott followed me into the room and shut the door. We got undressed and he looked at me, “you’re hard.” Being sarcastic, I replied, “ya think”. My underwear was stretched to the max. I got in the bed and pulled the covers over me. He got the sleeping bag out and turned out the light. We started talking about the events of the evening; I was describing her tits and scent in full detail. I was getting harder and Scott wanted more details. I told him I was too tired and wanted to sleep, he teased me, “you’re gonna jack off aren’t you”. “Nope”, I replied, but I was already pumping my hard cock. He suddenly jumped in bed with me and said “I’m cold”. He would sleep with me sometimes, I had my blanket and he had the sleeping bag. This time he crawled under the blanket with me. “What are you doing”, I asked. “Just laying here”, he replied. I was shocked, the only thing we had on was our underwear. I could feel his soft legs against mine and he made no effort to move away. He laughed at my situation, and my hard cock. Shockingly he said, “I’m going to jack off”, “not in my bed you’re not”, I replied forcefully. He started making pumping motions and then slid his underwear off. I pushed him close to the edge of the bed and he rolled on top of me. I could feel his hard cock next to mine. It was exciting and weird all the same time. I threw him off and said, “man stop being gay”. He said he wasn’t being gay and that I was being stupid and got right back on top of me and then we started tickling each other inadvertently rubbing our cocks together.

I was really hard now and Scott started taking off my underwear. I fought him off halfheartedly and let him take them off as we wrestled on the bed. I then rolled on top and started fucking him, our cocks rubbing together and I kept saying, “I bet you like that don’t you gay boy”. We fought back and forth for a while then we stopped and just laid there breathing hard. We have seen each other naked before but this was different. Scott broke the silence, “so you’re not cut”. “nope.” I replied. He said, “Does it bother you, having that skin like that.” “It bothers me that I don’t look normal, but no, it doesn’t bother me, it feels good when I rub it”. With an intrigued voice Scott ask, “What does it feel like?” “It feels like skin”, I nervously replied. “Can I feel it”, Scott asked and with that I felt his hand wrap around my cock
I just laid there motionless as he moved the skin up and down my cock head. It couldn’t move very far up and down my hard cock. I was in shock and just laid there asking myself what I should do. Should I just throw him off me or what? I told myself to calm down and relax as he pumped my cock, my head was spinning, my cock was aching, and I really wanted to lose my load. I reminded myself he was my friend and we should be able to share our feelings. “Scott” I said, “yes” he replied. “I don’t mind you doing this as long as you promise you won’t tell anyone else.” “I won’t tell a soul” he stated as he stroked my cock. My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself wanting to feel his cut cock. I have seen plenty of boys in the shower and their cut cocks but never got to touch one. “Hey Scott, can I feel yours?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. So he flopped around and we were in a 69 position. I reached out and took his cock in my hand. It felt smooth; the head was very soft but hard at the same time. I worked my fingers all around his cock and the head was very big compared to the shaft. The moon lit up the room fairly well and I could see his veins and I traced them with my finger. Scott on the other hand was working mine hard pumping and stretching my skin, “careful” I stated. Unbelievably Scott said, “you’re so thick”. Scott wasn’t well built in the cock section either.