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wrestlingI remember standing outside the window of Jon's house, I remember doingthat often, looking into the ground-floor and seeing him there lifting weights,stripped to his supporter, usually, on those hot summer days in the TexasPanHandle. Jon was my brother's friend - pretty much his best friend, andthey were both 17, three years older than I was. Jon was strong and wellbuilt and handsome, devoted to his wrestling, his weight lifting, and hislooks. At f******n I wasn't much on any of those things, but my brotherwas,and they were inseparable partners in their workouts.But, sometimes Jon would be alone, working out in the Recreation Room ofhisfamily's split/level ranch house in the town in which I grew up, and onthosedays, walking by on my way from no-place to no-place in the hot summerafternoon, I would creep up to his window and look. His torso would bestripped and sweating, beads of sweat turning into little streams as theyran unhindered by any hair down his smooth chest. His chest and legs werehairless, as was his buttocks which I could tell because of his preferenceforworking out wearing only his jockstrap. Houses were not so commonly airconditioned where we were, and while his was, he didn't turn it on hisworkouts, leaving the windows open and letting himself work up a goodsweat.My brother had hair on some of those parts, most heavily around hisbuttocksand on his legs and arms, though he did have some on his back, too, eventhen,at the age of 17. But Jon didn't he was as smooth as I was, and I wasverysmooth, even for 14.He would strip in that room, also, before his workouts, and sometimes Iwouldbe early enough to see that too. That would excite me, though I didn'treallyhave much experience to relate it to, having only learned aboutmasturbating,jacking/off, earlier that year from my cousin, Dave. But I would arrivesometimes and see Jon come into the room wearing his sweat-suit, a gymsuitfrom school, or his jeans and a t-shirt, and he would sit on his benchpressand take off his sneakers, then pull his t-shirt off over his head, andthenslowly untie his drawstring gym pants and slip them down over hisbuttocks,thighs, and legs, pulling them off each foot at a time, since they hadelasticaround the ankles. He did it what I would now consider to be sensuously,although then I didn't know that, just knew that it got me excited to seeit.The sensuousness of the way he undressed stopped with the jockstrap. Jonwastremendously hung and big of balls, and the bulge in his jock was large. Sincehe was always kind of soft/hard, (he had that kind of dick), the jockalwayslooked very full. He seemed to like the feeling of his bare butt huggedby thestraps, he would adjust them a lot, pulling the jock around, fitting hisdickand balls in a number of different positions, and then adjusting theass/straps, then starting all over again.He would do much of this adjusting and fiddling with his parts sitting onhisbench, rubbing his bare butt up against the cool surface of the wood. Itwasan old bench, not vinyl covered like the new ones, but polished smooth byyearsof his body rubbing against it, and I supposed of his older brother'sbeforehim and maybe his father's too. After that, he would straddle the bench,hislegs on either side, and slide around a little, getting his position onthebench. That would open up his ass a little, so that his lower crotch andgroinwould be pressed up against the bench. This must have gotten him a littleexcited, because his jock would always swell a little in the pouch at thispoint, and I tried never to miss that moment, right before he would liedown onhis back and begin to press the weights.Jon was the wrestling team captain of the local high school, and was ahero toall of us boys, especially jr. high schoolers who were on their way tohighschool. He was my brother's best friend, which, in the neighborhood, mademe ahero by association. I wasn't particularly athletic in nature, but waswiryand strong and wrestled around a lot with my friends, as much for thesexualcontact amongst us as for the sport. I think we all did at that age,there wasa lot of groping and grappling and grabbing, and many more times a handgrabbeda crotch than was necessary for a pin. And speaking of pins, it was hardtotell, sometimes, what constituted winning, pinning someone or beingpinned,since the most common position in which to be pinned was someone's chestgrinding into your crotch. We all got hard doing it, and no one everstopped,so I guess we all did it for that. There was some good natured k**dingaround,and some of the guys would catcall to others, saying "Hey, Bob, that yourdickor do you have a pencil in your pocket?", or "that a pencil in your pocketordo you love me that much?", things like that, but everyone got hard, sonobodywas so embarrassed that he stopped.But Jon would sometimes give me pointers and lessons. He was, after all,mybrother's best friend and would be at our house at least as often as hehungaround anywhere else, and a lot of times he and my brother would work outtogether, either at our place or his, and they would go through move,throws,positions, etc. And, as often as I could arrange to be, I would hang outwiththem and watch, bring them things they wanted, like a soda, or a piece ofpie,or a towel, and sometimes Jon would say to me, "Hey, Glen, you want me toshowyou a new fall?", or "Glen, you want me to work on that pin with you?",and Iwould be there, my body up against his now sweat covered body, then,suddenly,pinned under his greater size and weight. Being thrown by Jon was alwayslikethat, we would wrestle around for a couple of minutes, then, suddenly,withouthaving any idea of how it happened, there I would be, on my back, with hisbodypressing into mine and pinned to the ground. At those time, unlike withmyfriends, I would try to keep his weight off of my crotch, because I didn'twanthim to know that I was hard. With other guys my own age, it was ok, afterall,we were all hard, and we all jacked off together at some time or another,ormore than once, all us friends. But Jon was my big brother's friend, myhero,my love. I didn't want him to start to call me queer, or to get turnedoff toworking out with me and in front of me, so I tried to keep him from seeingthefact that my dick, which had just become a full sized tool that year, wasswelling. Sometimes, I would have to ask him to get up off of me and letme goto the bathroom, I would tell him I had to go and was going to wet mypants. Iwas going to wet my pants all right, but not with piss. I would rush offtothe bathroom and whack my meat off in about 10 seconds, wash it up andcomeback. I don't know how he could have missed my hard-on pressing againstmypants, but he never said anything about it.Sometimes Jon would come over to our house and my brother wouldn't bethere.Most of the time he would just leave, telling me to tell Dave that hewould beat someplace or another, and that he should catch up with him, but thisparticular summer, the summer of my 14th year and his summer beforecollege, hewould, sometimes, come in when Dave wasn't there and hang around me for awhile. Maybe because our house was air conditioned, and it was very hotthatsummer, or maybe because my mom, knowing that she had two very hungry boysinthe house and also all our friends, always left the refrigerator and thekitchen pantry well stocked with snacks, pies, ice cream, drinks, andothergoodies. A couple of very hot days he just came in and watched a littletelevision with me, sitting in our den in the air conditioned comfort, andduring the commercials he would wrestle around with me a bit, throwing hisbigarm over my shoulder and pressing me into the couch. This was what he andmybrother would do when they were just "sitting around" and "hanging out",and Ithought it was great to be considered ok in this way.Well, this summer was his last, he was on his way to college the nextyear,accepted both because he was a good student and on a scholarship for hiswrestling. He was going to be going to school in the East, to Penn State,andwouldn't be home much after that, so he and my brother, who was going intotheNavy, were spending a lot of time together. And this was a hot summer,veryhot, and when he wasn't at our house, he was in his workroom at home,strippedto those comfortable, familiar, and well stretched jock straps, andworkingout. So, most of my mornings were spent hanging around his house, waitingforthe workout to begin.This particular morning was close to the end of summer, late in August, Idon'tremember the exact date, but I do remember that there wasn't much timebeforeboth Jon and Dave left, maybe the last week or so before they went. Itwashot, very hot, the air dead, no breeze, the dust floating as if it wouldnevercome down, not a cloud, no sign of any relief. Dave was away for a coupleofdays to get everything set for his entrance to the Navy-College programthat hewas entering at Oklahoma State, and I was bahis siteleri walking down the street in frontofJon's house, hoping that I had timed my stroll right, and that he would becoming down to begin his workout just about now. In the bright sunlightit washard to see into the house, and, since it was so hot and bright out, Jondidn't turn the lights on in the den, so that I had to go right up to thewindow to see in. I went over to the house as quietly as I was able andbeganto watch from a crouching position outside his window.It was very bright outside, and consequently it was dim inside bycomparison. Ihad to get up close to the window to be able to see in. But I was inluck.Jon was already down, sitting with his back to me and to the open window,hist-shirt already off and just pulling the second of his two slippers offhisfoot. I watched as he started to pull down his pants, pulling them offeachleg, and then as he turned to face the bottom of the bench, sideways tome, andbegan his ritual of adjusting his massive equipment inside his jock. Hischestand legs and buns were already covered with a sheen of sweat, even thoughhehadn't started his workout. It was that hot. His body was so sweaty thatitgot the wood of the bench wet, and as he lay down to begin his presses,hisskin and flesh slid on it, then made the sucking noises which happen whentheskin is wet enough to act like a suction cup against the hard wood of thebench. I watched for a while as he began his presses. Each time he wouldarchhis back, his buttocks would cup against the bench and make that slurpingsoundas they pulled away. As he increased his effort, he sweated more, and hestuckmore. After his sets, he rolled over off the bench for his towel, and Inoticed that his jock was more stretched and full in front than usual, asifhis dick was harder than usual.He took his towel and dried his arms, chest, face, and thighs, and thenrubbedbetween his legs and up into his sweating crotch. Just then he looked up,andI guess I wasn't careful enough, because he saw me standing there lookingin."Hey, Glen," he called out to me, laughing, "what are you doing out there?Youa peeping tom or something?" I was going to blush and run away, but Icouldn't do that. I was too close to Jon, he was my brother's bestfriend."Nope, just trying to get in out of the heat, and ... well, you know...."Ifinished rather lamely."Come on in, you can spot for me." Jon turned back to the bench andd****d thetowel around his shoulders. "After I have done my presses, I will showyousome new moves I am working on. Bet you can even pin me with one if Ishowthem to you." He dried off the bench and laid the towel down on the wood,tokeep himself from sticking to it when he sweated. I guess it wasuncomfortablefor him, even though it had been very exciting for me. I liked the soundandthe look of his buns sticking to the wood.I just climbed into the room through the window. It was there and open,and itwas the way we did things then. Jon was getting ready for his next set. Hisbody was sweated up, his muscles standing out against his tight skin. "Here,come over here. You know how to 'spot' for me, don't you?" Jon asked meas hestarted to pump himself up for his next set. "Sure," I told him, "I'vedoneit a lot for Dave." And I had, too. My brother often asked me to spotfor himwhen he was lifting weights, and a couple of times I had saved him fromhurtinghimself when he went beyond his limits. I went over by the head of thebenchand put my hands on the barbell and helped Jon to guide it straight overhischest. He did his presses and a couple extra, I guess he was showing offforme, and then had a little trouble getting it back to the stand. I helpedhim,and when we were done, I helped him to sit up and pulled the towel outfromunder his naked buns and started to dry his back. "Hey," Jon said tome,"just like a trainer in the gyms. You're good." I dried his back and hischest off. They were so clean, so smooth, so muscular. I could feel myrecently jacked-off dick swelling a little.(I should digress here to say that when I say recently jacked-off dick, Imeanreally recently. I was a the beginning of a very active adolescence, andmyjuices were really starting to flow that summer. I must have beat myselfoffon average 3 or 4 times a day. I didn't realize it then, but part of thatwasmy growing attraction to guys. There was so much opportunity to see halfnakedguys, naked guys, and rub around with guys, that I was hot pretty much allthetime. I had beat off that morning when I got up, and once just beforeleavinghome to spy through Jon's window. And, as usual then, was ready to do itagain, and my balls were really full of juice again. I have always hadbigballs, and then they were always full, ready to shoot.)I moved around in front of him and dried his legs and thighs, but Ididn't getanywhere near his crotch. I didn't want him to move away, and I wasscared. Hewas my brother's best friend, and I didn't want any trouble with Dave. Ifinished by drying off his feet, which tickled him, and he started to swatatme and hit me away, laughing all the time. Then he stood up, and said:"Well,Dave is away and I don't have anyone to work out with. You want me toshow youthese new throws I have, and teach them to you. Maybe you can reallylearnthem, and if they are as good as I think they are, you could even pin me. Wantto try?""Sure," I told him. "I am always ready to learn something. Anyway, Icouldthrow you and pin you without them." He laughed. I had said that to himbefore, it was so much bullshit, but it was a joke between us. Like Isaidbefore, when he wanted to, he could throw me and pin me so fast that Ireallydidn't know what hit me.Jon, remember, was stripped to his bare butt and jock strap, and nothingelseexcept a film of sweat which was back on his skin in this heat, eventhough Ihad just toweled him. I was dressed in cotton gym shorts, and a t-shirt,and sneakers without socks, and nothing else. (It was that time of the decadeandmy life when wearing shorts with no under pants or briefs was the thing todo,and I did the thing to do. It was hot, I liked the air around my dick andballs, and I thought it was sexy and daring.) I pulled off my t-shirt andmysneakers, and helped Jon to pull the heavy bench and stand out of themiddleof the floor and out of the way, over by the wall. He took down a heavywrestling mat which was rolled up and standing in the corner, and the twoof usunrolled it and centered it in the middle of the floor. I was wearing onlymyshorts. Only my shorts, nothing underneath. "You get down, assume thebottom position." Jon said to me, and as I did get down on my hands andknees,he knelt beside me and took the upper position. Down like that on my handsandknees, my dick, which had no briefs to hold it, showed clearly through thematerial of my shorts. When Jon put his big hands on my arms andstraddledme, I could feel the slick sweatiness of his skin on by back, and some ofhissweat soaked through the cotton of my shorts, wetting my buns. My dickswelleda little, but not so much that it was embarrassing."Now watch this," Jon said, and before I knew what happened I was lyingon mystomach on the mat, my face in the mat, Jon's weight pressing me down, hisjock strap covered crotch grinding into my butt, his chest sweetlypressingheavily on my back. He was pressing me down, so that my dick was groundintothe mat, and it was almost impossible for me to breathe."Now, pay attention," Jon said again, and before I knew what hadhappened, hehad moved his forearm under my chest, and his other hand went down acrossmyabdomen and then past my dick and under my crotch, and in less than asecond hehad flipped me over and was pinning me to the mat on my back, with hisnaked,sweaty, smooth slick chest pressing against mine. He was much bigger thanI,so that his nipples spanned from my chest to just above my dick, the tipof mydick flipped upwards and brushing his nipple. The sweaty suction of hischestnow gripped my stomach, so that I could feel his body sticking to mine. Helooked around into my face, his lips so close to mine that I could smellhisbreath, which was sweet and smooth, and I could see every feature of hissmoothface, which had no blemishes on it at all. Jon was a very healthy youngman,and it showed in his skin, in everything."I can get out of this," I said to him, somewhat out of breath, and Ibegan tostruggle, pushing up with my heels against the mat for leverage and usingthestrength of my upper legs. This forced Jon to bear down and shift hisweightmore evenly over my body, so that now his chest was over mine, his stomachovermy stomach. Since he was taller, his dick was down between my thighs, buthisabdomen pressed hard into my crotch and dick. I was starting to get alittlehard, which was something that happened to me about every thirty minutesor so,at least, but I couldn't feel his dick since the jock pouch was down belowmycrotch.I continued to struggle, canlı bahis which caused him to bear down harder, which mademe alittle harder, and then, in the course of struggling, I brought my legstogether to try to lift myself up. I was surprised to discover that Jonseemed to be hard, also, there in his jock. When my thighs came together,Icould feel his dick and it was in a definite boner. I pressed up againsthisbody harder, and the skin of my smooth thighs encountered the bare tip ofhisdick head, which, his boner being as much bigger than mine as he wastallerthan I, was sticking up a fraction of an inch above the line of the waistbandof his jock. I had seen Jon naked once before, in the shower of my houseoneweekend when he had stayed with Dave, and knew that he had a very massivedick.I hadn't ever seen it hard, but I was feeling it now, and it was large.I was a little shocked. I didn't know what to do. I was hot, but then,I wasalways hot. I was 14 and would hump anything to get off, my pillow, mymattress, a rug, a pot holder, the inside of my shorts, the inside ofanybody'sshorts, etc. But I had never had sex with anybody else, except when mycousinDave had taught me to jack off, and then, we just did it together, but nottoeach other. We had been together for Christmas Vacation, and our parentshadtaken three rooms, one of each of them, and one for the k**s. My brotherDavehad left early to do something for his ROTC, and so my cousin Dave and Iwereleft alone in the room for three days at the end. I had never beat off,buthad a boner every morning when I woke up, and rubbed it a lot, but didn'treally know anything about getting it off.The first morning after my brother left, I got up and started for thebathroomwith my dick sticking up under my briefs, a clear flag pole of my state. Davehad noticed this every morning so far, but with my brother there, had notsaidanything. (My brother and I had both seen each other's boners in themornings,but we considered them to be normal, what you had until you went in topee.)My brother had told me that, and since we both had them most every morning(weshared a room at home, too), we didn't think much of it. Except that Ilikedthe way it felt, and squeezed it and felt it before I got out of bed alot. Ifmy brother noticed that, he never said anything, and I guess he did thesamething, also.Anyway, Dave, my cousin Dave that is, not my brother also called Dave,leanedout of his bed, which was between mine and the bathroom in the motel room,andput his hand out and took my hard little dick in his hand as I went to thejohn. Actually, he didn't take it in his hand, he hit it, lightly, with aflick of his fingers and said: "What is this thing? It's always stickingoutin the mornings like it wants to get whacked off."Well, to be truthful, I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. Itmight be hard to believe, but I didn't know what masturbation was. Iguess Iwas somewhat innocent, more so than most, but for some reason, I justdidn'tknow. And so, in all honesty and innocence, I asked him, "What does thatmean?", and I'm not sure if he thought I was inviting him, knowing whatwasgoing to happen, or if he believed me, but he played it straight and askedmeif I hadn't ever jacked off, and I asked him again, what does that mean?Well, that was all it took. Dave was out of bed, out from under thecovers ina second, and he was naked when he stood up. I don't know if he hadslippedhis shorts off under the covers when I stood up, or if he had them offfrombefore; I don't know if he was beating himself hard under the coversbeforethis started, if he planned to jack off and cum while I was in thebathroom, orwhat. (I do know that Dave is now gay and so I presume that this was abigturn on for him then.) Anyway, he stood up and was buck naked and washard,and his dick, which was fully developed, with nice balls and some downyhairaround the base of his dick and his balls, his dick was standing at fullerection, full attention, and his hand just went to it naturally andwrappeditself around it, and he leaned over a little and bent his head andstarted tospit on his dick and fist, and got his dick and fist all wet with his ownsaliva.He started to stroke it very slowly, and said: "Like this, this isbeating off.Don't you know?", and so I had to say, "No, I don't know about it. Inever didit."He couldn't believe that my brother hadn't showed me, but then he thoughtaboutmy brother Dave, the ROTC cadet, Navy bound, and I guess he figured theeitherDave had never jacked off, or certainly hadn't wanted to "corrupt hislittlebrother," so he start to instruct me."Like this," he said, and opened his fist so I could see his hard dickwith theveins swelling out on the sides, "you grab it like this and get it wet,becauseit feels much better that way than if it is all dry, and you let your fistclose around it not too tight at first, and stroke it, letting the skin ofyourpalm slide against the skin of your dick, like this, slowly, then harderandfaster as you go on." And he showed me, very carefully and in greatdetail,how you went about beating off, until finally his dick exploded in gobs ofwet,white, creamy cum.Well, I was hard as could be watching this, and after Dave came hesmeared hiscum all over his dick and fist, and started right in again. "I can cumthreeor four times in a row, in about 5 to 6 minutes," he told me as he startedtowhack off again. "You try yours now, do what you saw me do." And so, ofcourse, I did what Dave had done, and the results were about the same, anexplosion of white, hot, creamy, steaming cum, but not as much as his, andthinner. I've been told since then by a lot of guys and a couple ofdoctors,too, that the first time is always thinner and less than it gets to belateron, but, the feeling, ah, the feeling.Dave shot his second load about 15 seconds after I shot mine, and we bothsatdown on his bed. He reached under his pillow and pulled out hisunderpants,which he used to wipe the cum off of his dick and his hand, and thenpassedthem to me for the same purpose. I cleaned up, and we both lay there andtalked, and he told me all about beating off, that everybody does it, howhehad learned from a counselor in Boy Scout Camp who had him share his tentonenight on an overnight, what else had happened that night, all that kind ofstuff. We didn't touch each other, just talked, and then at the end webothgot up and took showers, pissed, got dressed and went to breakfast justlikenothing had happened. Except we seemed to need to rest and spend a goodbit oftime lying down the next couple of days, and our parents couldn't figureout ifwe were sick or just tired or lazy or what, but what we were doing wasbeatingoff, about five times a day.Anyway, this is a digression. These memories only took about two secondstoflash before me as I lay pinned under Jon, his hard dick pressing into mythighs, my own hard dick pressing into his abdomen, and then he rolled offofme very fast and was up and walking away before I could look at his crotchandlet my eyes confirm what I had felt. He went and sat on his bench in suchaway that I couldn't really see his crotch, and started to dry with histowel,letting it hang down over his lap. The only thing I could be sure of wasthat Ihad been hard under him, and that I still was. What if I had imagined hishard-on because I wanted it to be there?"Pretty good, huh?" Jon said to me, dropping the towel into his lap. "Bet youdidn't even know what hit you with that one.""That's true," I answered, "but you're much bigger and stronger than Iam. Idon't know if the hold is so good or if you just overpower me.""I'll teach it to you, then," Jon replied. "If you can use it to flip andpinme, then it is great."Jon got down in the down position. When he stood up to come to the mat,Inoticed that his crotch seemed to be its normal, large, filled jock state,anddidn't see any sign of a hard on or a dick tip above his waist band. Ididn'tknow if it had gone down, or if it had never been there. I went over andgotdown over him, and put my arms over his body and my hands in the rightpositions. I could feel my own nipples sticking to his smooth back."Now, slide your weight up and over me, and at the same time dig yourheels inand press your shoulder against my side," Jon began, and he instructed meslowly a couple of times through the complex motions of the throw and pinwhichhe had worked out. It was hard to learn, and the first couple of attemptsIcouldn't budge him, but after a while it seemed that it was gettingeasier, andthat I could use my weight and leverage to throw him over and pin him. Heshowed me carefully how to slide my hand down across his belly, movingover hiscrotch, between his legs, and the to use my forearm as a lever and fliphimover. He wasn't wearing anything but his jock, remember, so each time Imovedmy hand, I encountered first his dick and balls, and then the smooth, bareskinof his ass cheeks. To do the flip güvenilir bahis I had to hold onto something, so Ifoundmyself holding onto his ass, my fingers closing around the bun, and myfingertips sliding into the crack of his cheeks. Jon continued to show mepatiently. He didn't seem to mind the squeezing on his ass.Finally, after we had done it about twenty times, and were both coveredwithsweat, I had him over and down and flipped in on fluid motion, my chestpressing against his chest,my crotch digging into his abdomen (he wastallerthan I, remember), and my thighs pressing hard into his crotch. I lookedaround at him the way that he had at me, earlier, and as I looked overinto hiseyes, I could feel his dick starting to swell again, against the inside ofmythighs, until the smooth flesh of the head and tip came up out of thejock. Myown dick was hard, and with all the moving around, my shorts had kind ofgottenpushed down a little, so most of it, about the last inch of the shaft, andthehead, swelled up and stood out of the waist band of my shorts and pressedintothe sweaty, gripping smooth flesh of his abdomen and my crotch pressedtogether.In one fluid motion Jon slid his arm between our bodies, the lubricant ofthesweat helping, and down past my hardness and up into my crotch, aroundpast myballs and up under my shorts to the flesh of my ass buns, and grabbing meas Ihad been grabbing him, with his fingers moving into the crack between thecheeks, he leveraged me up off his chest, threw his weight into his heels,andflipped me onto my back, pinning me. In that move my shorts came almostcompletely off, they were too loose and big anyway, (I told you I like theairyquality of loose clothing in the summer), and my dick and balls came intofullcontact with the sweaty flesh of his belly.Jon had me pinned, completely pinned. He was pressing his full weightdownonto my body, his stomach pressing into my crotch, his nipples on mychest. Icouldn't budge, except to breathe, and to get harder in my dick. That wasallthe movement that would happen. I was very excited, that was for sure. Themost attractive person to me in my life was Jon. He was the captain ofthewrestling team, he was my older brothers best friend, he was the bestlookingboy in town, he had my body pinned under his, I was mostly naked, my dickwashard and pressed against him, and he knew it. And, so, I brought my legstogether, and the smooth, silky flesh of my inner thighs, that flesh whichnever gets hard, which always has a smooth texture, and is always soft andwelcoming, that smooth warmth between my legs wrapped itself around hiscompletely hard and free dick. Hard. Free.Somehow, in the turn and throw, his jock had come loose. I don't know tothisday if he did it so fast I didn't notice, or if in all the wrestlingaround itjust got pulled down, but what I found with my thighs was his dick,definitelyhard, definitely free of his jock, and definitely pressed between my twolegswhich were pressed together, and definitely he was humping me.It was that simple. Jon was humping me. I looked up into his face andit wasclear, he was going to hump my legs until he came, and I was welcome tocum,too, if I wanted to, cause every time he moved up and down to thrust hisdickin and out of my leg clamp, every time he fucked my inner thighs, thesmooth,slick, sweaty skin of his belly fucked my dick.I didn't know what to do. I couldn't say anything. Didn't have anythingtosay. I didn't want to fight him off, I loved it. But I didn't want totake achance that we would think something bad of me. So I just wrapped my legstighter, squeezed his dick harder, wrapped my arms around his neck,pressed myface into the nape of his sweaty neck, quietly tasting the salt of hisskin onmy lips, and began to hump back. Shit, if he could actually hump mythighs,then, fuck, I could hump his stomach back!As soon as Jon realized that I was responding, that he wasn't fucking amattress or a pillow, but a living boy who was fucking back, he began toreallyget into it. His big hands slid under my sweaty back and down to my buns,where they began to knead my cheeks. That lifted my legs up slightly,whichgave me a better crevice for him to fuck. He shifted his angle a little,sothat his dick was now in my thighs parallel to my legs instead of pushingdowninto them and to the floor. His dick head was now actually rubbingagainst thebottom of my crotch, between my balls and ball sack and my ass crack. Iliftedup just a fraction of an inch more, and the tip of his dick head slidrightinto the crack of my ass cheeks, the shaft embedded between my thighs, thecumslit pointing straight as my asshole. A hard shot would drive his shaftrightup my anus, except that at that angle it wasn't possible.At the same time I increased the force of my arms around his neck, andpulledmy body closer to his, the force of my humping freeing the rest of myscrotumfrom my shorts. I rammed my body and dick upward, pressing the fulllength ofmy dick, the tip, head, full shaft, and the whole of the bottom of my ballsack, up against his belly. The sweat of both our bodies had made ourskin soslippery that I was encased in an envelope made by both our bellies,smooth andslippery, ideal for fucking. I didn't know what to make of it. I hadonlyever beat off before, mostly alone, and only for a few months. And here Iwas,being fucked by the one boy I had a crush on, the one I only wanted towatchall the time.We were both young. We were both hot, and worked up, and it had been agoodworkout on the weights, on the wrestling mat, and we were both ready. Itdidn't take long. I felt I couldn't last any longer, and grabbed the hairatthe back of Jon's head and squeezed everything: my legs together aroundhisdick, my arms around his neck, inside I squeezed around my dick and balls,myasshole. I felt his dick suddenly go rigid, then start to move again, thesameas before, but harder, fuller, and his dick started to grow, bigger. Icriedout and threw my heels and calves up and around behind him, pressing withthesmooth, silky, hairless inside of my thighs against his shaft. I felt hisdickget bigger still, and then slide up this smooth channel made by my innerthighs, and up into the crack of my ass, and I felt the tip actually touchtheouter rim of my asshole, and then I came, and he came, at just about thesamemoment, and I came big, bigger than I had ever come, so big that I musthavehad 12, 15 bursts of orgasmic throbbing.And Jon came too, very big. The first massive spurt came as he drove hisdickwith a sudden thrust further than it had been before. The tip just partedtherim of my asshole, although, as I said, the way we were lying it couldn'tpenetrate. (It is probably just as well. I was young and inexperienced,and hewas big and inexperienced, and unlubed, and if he had pressed inside of meIprobably would have 1-screamed, 2- been in pain, and 3-freaked out all over the place.) As itwas,it was just enough of a penetration to get a good bit of that first loadofjizz actually up into my asshole, without hurting me or me reallyunderstandingwhat was happening. I don't think he meant to fuck me, it was just partofwhat happened in the heat of this sudden moment. (I don't think any of itwasplanned).And then Jon really started to cum. I thought I had a lot of spurts anda bigload on. He started to really fuck my crack, and he must have kept it upforat least 2 or 3 minutes, and he was cumming the whole time. To be sure,not asmuch as that first blast, but cumming, noticeably cumming. We weredrenched. Iwas filled with his cum. It was in my ass, around my ass, in between mylegs,under me, I was lying in it, it was under my buns, it was hot, it wascoolingoff, it was slippery, it was drying, it was everywhere and everything atthatmoment. And between us, caught in that secret cave made around my dick byourbellies, was my cum, sealing us together like the magic glue it was. Jonsuddenly relaxed. His weight dropped on to me as if he had fallen. Iheld ontighter, and pressed my face into his neck. I was frightened. Eventhough hewas the older one, and had started the humping first, what if he toldDave,what if he made fun of me? It didn't occur to me at that moment that hemightbe afraid of what I would say or do. I knew that I had wanted this, hadwaitedoutside for it to begin, and couldn't see past that. In my mind, I wastheseducer, had ****d him, and he was going to get even.Jon reached around and unclasped my hands from behind his neck, andpressedthem down onto the mat. He pressed himself up slightly, as in a push up,andlooked down into my face. I looked up at him. There was nothing eitherof uscould say. Suddenly, we were both sure. Sure that we would never sayanything, to anyone, not even to each other after today was over. Surethat wehad both wanted it, sure that it was finished.I don't know how I knew all of that. I was only 14, but even now,lookingback, a wisdom came to me that was older than that. I reached up and tookJon's face in my hands and pulled it down to me, and kissed him on thecheeks,that's all. He tousled my hair like he always did.We both stood up."Some throw, isn't it?" Jon asked me."It sure is," I said. "Best I ever saw.fini