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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 43
We Were 13
My friend got an air rifle for Christmas. He invited me over to see it, the first grown up g*ft for him. We took the rifle and the box of pellets and headed over to the empty lot on the edge of the subdivision. We hunted for anything to target, cans, bottles, odd looking stones. After about an hour and some fifty shots we were bored. We edged over to the bushes on the edge of the lot to pee.
We had peed before, but maybe it was the rifle, we felt grown up. Grown up enough to measure up our dicks, who was bigger, who could pee farther. We struggled to get our jeans unbuttoned, pulled down so we could show just how much bigger we were. Maybe big wasn't good enough, why not rub our dick's together, head to head, as our dicks got hard, and harder. We sword fought, dick to dick, standing face to face, our dicks doing the work, getting loaded, feeling the load, getting ready to blow their load.
All we needed was a bit more contact, we stood closer grinding our dicks together, holding onto each other's shoulders, we were men, our dicks told the story, our boy life had stayed at home.
I blew first, he followed a half second later, our cum mixing in our pubes, on our dicks, our lower bellies. It wasn't enough, we rubbed hard against each other until the feeling went away.
We tasted some cum with our fingers, we wiped off with our shirt tales, our dicks small now so we could zip up. We said nothing, not a word, we took the rifle and walked home. The next time we met we rubbed our dicks together in his bathroom, I sucked on his dick, he sucked on mine, we couldn't get enough, we wanted to cum but the only way we could get there was to grind our dicks together with our pants around our ankles. We licked up as much cum as we could with our fingers, tasting it, showing what we could on the tip of our tongue.
Oh, it would be much later, in the heat of the summer before we got up enough nerve to lay on the bed, him on top, digging into my anus with the tip of his dick. We had tried before but this time we used Vaseline, and his dick went in, a bit of time. The pleasure, mixed with guilt heightened the sensation. Until he said he couldn't hold it in and he offloaded every ounce he had. When he was off, and I pushed myself up on my knees I had cum into his bedcovers, the milky cum right there to see.
We had peed before, but maybe it was the rifle, we felt grown up. Grown up enough to measure up our dicks, who was bigger, who could pee farther. We struggled to get our jeans unbuttoned, pulled down so we could show just how much bigger we were. Maybe big wasn't good enough, why not rub our dick's together, head to head, as our dicks got hard, and harder. We sword fought, dick to dick, standing face to face, our dicks doing the work, getting loaded, feeling the load, getting ready to blow their load.
All we needed was a bit more contact, we stood closer grinding our dicks together, holding onto each other's shoulders, we were men, our dicks told the story, our boy life had stayed at home.
I blew first, he followed a half second later, our cum mixing in our pubes, on our dicks, our lower bellies. It wasn't enough, we rubbed hard against each other until the feeling went away.
We tasted some cum with our fingers, we wiped off with our shirt tales, our dicks small now so we could zip up. We said nothing, not a word, we took the rifle and walked home. The next time we met we rubbed our dicks together in his bathroom, I sucked on his dick, he sucked on mine, we couldn't get enough, we wanted to cum but the only way we could get there was to grind our dicks together with our pants around our ankles. We licked up as much cum as we could with our fingers, tasting it, showing what we could on the tip of our tongue.
Oh, it would be much later, in the heat of the summer before we got up enough nerve to lay on the bed, him on top, digging into my anus with the tip of his dick. We had tried before but this time we used Vaseline, and his dick went in, a bit of time. The pleasure, mixed with guilt heightened the sensation. Until he said he couldn't hold it in and he offloaded every ounce he had. When he was off, and I pushed myself up on my knees I had cum into his bedcovers, the milky cum right there to see.
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