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TOMMY My name is Thomas Allen Edwards, but I love being called "Tommy." I am sixteen years old, and I guess I'm kind of a crazy little dude. I like to wear my light brown hair long, but there's a lot of kids I know at Sheldon High that wear it kinda short. What a lot of my friends don't know is, well, that I'm gay. Well, let's see, while I'm describing myself, I guess I can say that I definitely like looking at my cute body - it's funny, girls come up to me and say I'm adorable, but I really don't find anything so adorable about them. I know lots of guys real well that hang out with the chicks, and they're always talking about looking at tits and all. Yeah I like listening to it, I'll admit, but it's just because of who tells it. I know it leaves some of my friends really feeling good all over, the same way it makes me feel when I think about them. I kinda like to sneak peeks at them when I go into the bathrooms at school. Anyway, on with me.. as I sit here writing this I just got home from school, and here it is Friday afternoon! Yeah, cool.. weekends are really cool 'cuz my teachers never give me weekend homework and I can kinda do whatever I want.. lessee, like I said I have long brown hair (my mom stays on me all the time to get me to cut it, but it's so long now that I can take the ends of it and stick it in my mouth).. I guess I can't help but get a little hot as I sit here writing.. all I have on is a pair of my gym shorts.. I don't like underwear too much, but I will wear it sometimes. I guess I stand about five feet and oh, seven or eight inches tall, it's been a while since I've been to the doctor, so I really don't know.. I live in Savannah, Georgia and I kinda like it here.. when I don't have anything else better to do, I go down to the skate bowl and watch the guys skateboard.. I don't skateboard myself, but at the same time I don't see why so many dudes these days have so much against skaters.. skateboarding is an art, just like skiing, surfing or snowboarding, and I think a lot of people get angry with skaters just because they dare to be different and sometimes they skate in some out-of-the-way places. I have some friends that are skaters and they have tried to talk me into doing it, too.. it's funny because I certainly have a good frame for that kind of sport, but I think I'm not mentally geared for it, and I don't like the idea of cutting and scraping my body up unnecessarily. I have been gay for as long as I can remember - I used to slip into bathrooms when I really didn't have to go.. and just watch. I thought it was amazing how much I could see even going in and not stepping up to a urinal. Heh.. there were a few guys that liked to "ham it up" too.. and I thought that was funny. But I think when I was ten, I really got brave. One day I pretended to be sick, and since I didn't live too far from Shamrock Elementary I walked in after my mom went to work.. heh, it was so cool.. I hung out in a stall all day and watched every kid that came in. It was then that I saw one of my friends at that time, Terry Shields, jacking off in a stall because he went in, closed the door, and I climbed up on the toilet and looked down from the top of the wall. There he was, sitting on the folded down seat of the toilet, not the "shit" part, pants and underwear down to the floor, mercilessly jacking off. That was when I really began to lose my fear of asking other boys and talking to other boys about it. Like I said, Terry and I were really good friends even before I saw what he was doing. I didn't know what he was thinking about, but I knew I liked what I saw him doing, and I had already been about half-stiff before I had seen this. Talk about bravery - I totally slipped out of my shoes, socks, and lower body clothing - I "wasn't" really at school that day anyway.. ask my mom, and she'd tell you I had a bad cold. Hell, suddenly I realized this wasn't enough and I got totally nude - Terry had never seen me nude before, and I don't think he had really seen my dick either. So now, totally nude, I laid my clothes carefully on the toilet of the locked stall, and, noting it was still classtime and all the guys were in class for the moment, I slipped under the wall between the stalls, into the stall that Terry occupied. I slipped in smiling, jacking my stiff little pole. "Shit!" he had exclaimed. "Where did you come.. from?" "The little stall next door," I said, still smiling, but not stroking my dick anymore. I folded my arms in front of my chest. Terry was also ten at the time, and we had both been born in the same Savannah neighborhood.. and almost in the same month in 1973. Terry didn't lose his hardon. It looked like the whole time I was standing there that it was getting harder! Maybe it was just me, but maybe I had some kind of effect on him. Still, he should have expected SOMETHING, after all, he wasn't exactly locked in his own bedroom at home performing these acts. God, I just love writing about stuff I did.. really helps me to remember, but right now I have to go jack off... Okay.. I jacked off just now and sprayed a nice load.. heh.. nearly got it on my keyboard too. It's even in my hair.. anyway, back to my story of when I was younger... Terry looked at me as though I had done the best thing in the world I could have done by what I did. "I.. thought you called in sick," he said. "Well, aren't you sick of school too?" I asked. "Yeah," he told me. "I'm really sick of math, which is where I'm supposed to be right now. Gee Tommy, you really have a nice.. uh.." "Yeah, you do too," I said, not sure if he was gay or not, but knowing then that I was and had been wanting to tell this boy for as long as I had known him. By the way, for those of you who have read this far and are eager to know what well.. what I did spray so much cum from, well, let me get a ruler, I haven't measured it lately.. there.. it's about six and a half inches and about as big as a thick magic marker, I guess you could say.. yeah.. and since I jacked off I haven't been wearing anything.. at least until my mom gets home from work.. sorry guys, I keep getting away from my story, but I swear I'll finish it for ya before I start bragging on my body (heh).. I may have to jack off again before it's over, since I usually do it about.. three or four times a day.. yeah.. so I'm a sucker.. I can't help myself, because it feels too good and it helps me relax.. Anyways dudes... "you can feel it if you want," I had told Terry, who had freckles on his face and I thought that was so cute, so very cool.. yeah I've always had this thing for freckles on guys and I never had any of my own.. heh. Terry reached out and felt of my cock, yeah it felt so good too, so warm to feel somebody else touch it. He groped my balls a little too.. 'course I couldn't put out then.. that was kinda cool, that I couldn't sperm off.. didn't really get anything wet. Well, all of Terry's feeling and touching turned into him actually jacking me off. It didn't take much, seeing his body like that and his cute looks.. yeah.. then I did the same for him. He had a huge dick, too, I knew it was a little bigger than mine. I had never measured it then so I really didn't know quite how big it really was. The first time I really measured it I was thirteen, and it was close to five inches then. It was fun to feel his dick.. the sensation of feeling something warm and solid that you knew looked like yours, but you didn't exactly feel the nerves react down there like you knew it did when you felt your own. He looked at me and smiled. "It feels good, Tommy," he said. You know, it was so funny too.. all the times I had been over to his house and everything.. and we had never been this intimate with each other. Somehow I knew this was going to change, and it did. Suddenly, Terry and I knew each other in a way we had never known each other before. After we got each other off, he pulled his pants back up and said, "this is just our little secret, isn't it?" and I told him yeah, that it was, and knowing how you are when you're that young, he quickly got zipped back up and went back to class. I felt good; I had actually turned Terry on. I had thought about it before, but I guess we had both just been a little afraid to do anything about it. Still, that was not the only thing I did that day, and I thought I was going to get in trouble. To my amazement, I never did, mainly because it's just first grade where teachers monitor you in the bathroom, not third. Maybe by then they THINK you're old enough to be left alone. God I was such a royal jerk that day after messin' with Terry! I was already nude, but I slithered back in my stall and I think Terry had really boosted my ego or something. I put on my socks and shoes, and my Banana Republic shirt. I rolled up the sleeves to my armpits, got my other clothes ready in the stall in case I had to jump into them in a hurry, on hooks and such (they should have known better than to put hooks in there; you never know when some little kid might actually USE them!).. and I stood in my semi-nude condition, so that I could pull the tail of my shirt up to expose myself easily if I wanted. ANOTHER taboo subject for this school alone was bubble gum. Still, I was in there chewin' it and I thought of the perfect bribe; if I was afraid some little jerkweed was going to narc on me, I'd give the little guy some gum. It was so fun! What I was going to do was pull my shirt up, and of course I had heard of flashing, streaking - and of course, mooning was just around the corner. Funny.. everyone seemed to understand streaking and flashing... but mooning? Heh.. what did you show off besides your ugly asscheeks? Yeah.. pull my shirt up and say something like, "yeah.. ain't it pretty?" heh.. You know, with the way I tell this story, I'll bet you make me out today to be somebody that still hangs around trying to bribe people.. not really. I'm a little more reserved these days, but not much! Anyway, my first "customer" was Scott Schoals. Scott was really adorable. I liked staring at him in class and at recess, and I think he was conscious of it. He would smile at me a lot too. I wasn't sure about him. So, propped against this wall facing opposite the door so no one in the hall even knew I was there, I flashed Scott. He walked up, unzipped and caught sight of me, at first with my shirt down. He said "hi," and I said "hi" back. He probably didn't know I was sick because he wasn't in all of the same classes I was in. Actually, he was in FOURTH grade, a year ahead of me. At first he probably thought I had on a pair of shorts under this shirt, because the tail of the shirt did go way on down. I looked at his dick while he pissed. It was so wild looking, about the same size as mine, and he was streaming it around. God, he was really coming on to me and I don't think he was really aware of it. He was really having to pee a lot, too. I slowly eased my shirt up until it was above my tits, and I rolled in such a manner that it kinda just stayed there, and stayed rolled up until I unrolled it. Tony Fisher came in and saw me, but he had to take a shit so he just kept going. Seeing my clothing in the first stall, he went on to the next one. Scott was still streaming his pee stream all over the back of the urinal, back and forth, and looked over at me again. His mouth opened as he looked, still peeing. "Looks cool, doesn't it?" I boasted. "Yeah man, it does.." he stopped his pee mid-stream on purpose and walked over. "You know, Tommy.. me and my big brother Eric play around a lot.. you ought to come over sometime, like tonight, and we'll fool around," the whole time he was feeling my cock, stretching it. His was still out of the fly of his jeans and he briefly rubbed it on my leg. "I - I can't risk doing anything here. You shouldn't either.." he said, zipping up and walking out saying, "see ya tonight.." He was right, I shouldn't. In fact, I was going to try to avoid a possible problem now. I didn't know Tony that well.. but he was still in here. I went, got dressed while he was.. phew! taking a crap! Now I could really smell it.. ugh! I reached into my pocket and pulled out about three pieces of Bubble.. no, no, no silly.. this bribe was worth a whole pack! What are you doing? Give the kid the whole thing! I got a whole pack of regular flavored Bubble Yum out and slid it under the door of the stall. "Yo.. Tony.. please don't tell, man.. this is for you.." "Edwards!" the lock clicked on his stall. "Open it man, my door's open." I opened it, not knowing if he was going to lecture me or what. Whoa.. the kid had a hardon as big as sin itself! "Look at me, man! You like that?" "Yeah.. it's cool.." "Yeah.. heh.. forget it, man," he said, flushing the john and taking the gum. He took out one piece and gave me the rest of the pack. "Thanks for the gum, dude." "Sure." He still stood there, pants and underwear to the floor. "Do you know how to make your thing feel good?" he asked, his hardon still raging. "Yeah, I do.. do you?" "Yeah, I think so.." "Can I touch it?" I asked. "Yeah! Do man.." I began sliding my hand up and down his tool. God, it was so big I could see his veins, but then, he was twelve. After about twenty strokes I asked, "Tony, you ever done this before?" "Nope.." "It gets better.." "How does it get better? It feels so good now!" "Just wait, dude.." I said as I rubbed his back.. shit, he was sitting down now, and I began massaging his back slowly as I jerked him off. He smiled. "This is awesome..." then, a few strokes later, "oh jeeze... this.. is.. fuckin'.. intense.. dude..... ahhhhh...." "Feel better?" I asked. "Yeah.. lots.. never felt like that before..." "Well," I said, still rubbing his shoulders like a professional chiropractor, "dude, now you know how... you have a brother, don't you?" I asked, remembering that I was an only child. "Yeah, but I don't dare ask him about stuff like this.. man, he has a date and all.. he's a senior this year.." "That must be bad.." "Yeah.. what I wouldn't give to have a brother just like you, Tommy.." "Well, look... you've got me as a friend. Can - can you come over to Scott's house tonight? We might have some fun.." "Well, you know how that is.. I'll have to ask my mummy.." "Yeah.." "Betcha don't have to ask your mummy about stuff like that.." "Heh.. not much.. but you can bet that she's going to wonder how I suddenly got well enough to spend the night with Scott after I've been.. sick all day.. ahh.." and it hit me. "What, Tommy?" "Here I go.. yeah.. I got well enough in the middle of the day, so I went half a day.. so I didn't have so much homework Monday night.." "Yeah.. good plan dude..." and off I slipped to English class. My little hooky was never noticed, except by those knowledgeable. That night, I really came out of the closet.. and brought a few of my friends with me. Scott and his brother, Jeremy, were already openly gay but not really in school. I drug Tony and myself out though, really quick. Ha! The other connection - Jeromy knew Paul, Tony's brother... but was there any way he could get Paul to see what we were doing without going berserk? Well... I remember weeks passed and finally Paul and Sandy broke up.. and they had been going together for a year and a half.. so it was interesting. Yes, eventually we coaxed Paul to come out, but he didn't know about his younger brother until a week after the fact when things were really settled down and we knew where Paul's interests lied. Now, Jeromy.. and Paul...? Going steady...? Yeah... and openly! God, I'm such a stud, and I can really do things when I want! Yeah.. call me matchmaker if you want... Jeromy and Paul went to college together and now they are still together in Atlanta. Tony, Scott and I are still best friends. We still see each other in school and after school a lot.. It's really freaked in school for me now, but I like it.. girls keep asking me for shit like my phone number and everything.. but I never give it to them.. one time I remember I knew this straight guy named Charles that loaned me a pencil when I was out of them.. I gave one girl his number, and set him up.. they went to a movie.. and I think they still see each other.. he sees me in the hall and smiles. I guess maybe it was a favor to him. I don't know everything, but I DO know that if I wasn't gay, I would have flipped for this girl. The cool thing is that I know what to say to a girl too without being fresh to her.. but I wouldn't say it because it wouldn't make me feel good and it would only hurt both of us. See dudes, I just don't know why guys can't accept the same kind of talk, caring and feeling I would give to someone of the opposite sex. I know I wouldn't mind someone talking to me that way.. Oooo! Well, that was funny.. the phone just rang and it was Scott.. his mom bought him a new car. He's seventeen now and he just got a blue Dodge Charger.. well, it's new to him anyway, the car is second-hand, he said, and he's going to drive over here and take me for a ride.. he's good at that.. heh heh.. yeah.. I had to take care of my dick, too.. we had a nice little session over the phone. It makes me hot just to hear his awesome voice. His voice changed when he was thirteen, and it REALLY sounded sexy. I had forced him into saying, "C'mon over, little boy," and it really tripped me out. God, and people say they need drugs to get them high.. why? All it takes for me is to hear Scott.. Yeah, my voice changed when I was fourteen, and it wasn't that big of a change.. heh.. I can still hit some of the same notes I could hit then, a lot of them in fact. Maybe I'll never grow up, but then, maybe I never want to either.. It's later now and I just got back from going with Scott.. that really is a hot little car and he's really a hot driver. There are lots of things he's good at driving.. and I'm not necessarily talking about nails, either! Yeah, he's been up my hot hole before, I'll admit it to you guys, because I know you can see where I'm coming from. It felt good and nothing else can really compare to it. What was wild was one time when he pulled out and shot cum all over me.. he had a big load that day because he was saving it for this event. He pulled out, and some even went in my mouth. It tasted good, and soon I started tasting my own when I could shoot it. It was good too. I used to be afraid to take showers after P.E. because I knew all the hard bodies made me hard. But then I thought, "hell, Tommy, you're just one of the boys.. and you sure look better than a lot of them, and there are some that look better than you that you wanna see anyway.." so I started showering this year, at the start of tenth grade. Sure enough, I saw some peter in there that was just as hard as mine.. and even bigger! I couldn't help but watch as he soaped his long hard tool up and let the water wash it off, smiling as he went. His name was Roger Cole. He was big, yeah.. had about seven when it was soft. As he began to wash it for "me" more often, he began to "fuck" the air as he rinsed it off. I hung around the locker room until everyone else was gone.. but he was still there. He knew I was waiting. He was seventeen, I was fifteen. He was nice and brown; he was a skateboarder. He spent most of his time during the day on the half-pipe ramps performing judo airs, fakies, ollies and sliders; I had seen him before doing it and he was good. I didn't know why he didn't go on tour with Tony Hawk and Christian Hosoi, he was that good. But then every year in Savannah for the last several years, we've had what's known as the Savannah Slamma. He went to that, and during slow periods they let some "amateurs" come in and "do their thing," whatever they wanted and sometimes they were judged on it. He had done really good, but I still didn't see anyone rushing to give him a contract. So, he had hesitated in the locker room that day, wearing only his jockey shorts so that people MIGHT THINK he was getting dressed. He didn't fool me. I was only wearing my clean pair of gym shorts, heh. "Hey Tommy.. I kinda wondered if you wanted to see something.." he said, not totally sure. "Oh? Did you.. see that I had some interest in something?" "Yeah.. kinda.." he slowly took off his underwear and let it casually fall to the floor. He turned to expose a very hard eight inch pole. "Does this mean anything significant to you?" "Yeah.. a cool skater who needs a cool dude.." "Oh, you see it that way too?" he remarked, getting a little closer. "Yeah, I do. I look at you guys up there on those ramps, getting air.. and you look like king shit. Then I can't help but think, 'do they do the same things when they aren't on the ramps that I do? And do they think the same things?'" "I dig that," Roger said. "We do, at least I do. Do you look at us in our street clothes, and wish that you could pick one of us out of a line-up and do anything you wanted with us?" "Well, I don't know that it's just because you skate. It's because skaters generally are so.. so.. rebellious. You dudes seem to rebel about just about anything, and that's a quality I seem.. to.. lack a little of..." he was rubbing his dick on my leg now, and I realized now that he was.. coating my leg with a little of his sperm! He must have somehow let some cum out before he jacked it off.. I thought that was cool as shit, and I told him that, too. "You caused me to do that, talking to me just now," he said, looking more like a man in front of me than a boy. He came over to my house that night and slept with me. I told my mom we were just "going to do some homework together, and play some records afterwards." I even popped some popcorn in the microwave to make it look more innocent. Believe me, we did more than homework that night. We helped each other about half and hour, and then we helped each OTHER for at least an hour. Then for another two hours after the lights were out, he showed me things with a flashlight. Roger was... into pissing on himself and he wondered if I would do that to him when we woke up the next morning. I did; he pissed on me too. I had never really thought that pee had smelled or tasted that good; in fact I was really reluctant to let him do it to me, but then, about a year ago, he let me know differently and now he sent me exploring a different avenue. Mmm.. yeah.. it was skater piss, he had me in the shower and had had me wet from head to foot with the warm gold.. and the more I thought about it, the hotter it made me feel.. and the more I'd wondered why I hadn't gotten into it sooner as a kid. He really was as open to things as I was.. and even Scott and Tony had gotten to know him better. He had convinced Tony to take up skateboarding.. and he was damned good at it too. I started calling him Tony "Hawk" Fisher.. yeah, I guess he was fishing for Tony Hawk.. heh.. who wouldn't.. the dude is only twenty-one and I'd give anything to have him.. but I think I can get by quite well with my friends. I asked my mom last night.. she said my medical reports all said that I was 5 foot 8 and weighed 173 pounds.. heh.. so there, maybe that helps you out a little getting a better picture of me.. since I can't send you a Polaroid.. it's just as well since it'd be X-rated and you'd drool all over it anyway, guys.. Betcha wonder why I haven't mentioned my dad, don'cha? Well, see, my dad is divorced from my mom.. he's gay too. He found a boyfriend when I was twelve and moved to Daytona Beach, Florida.. I just got a postcard from him last week and I saw it hanging above my computer monitor - that was what made me think about him. He's really cool and he really didn't influence me when I was younger - he used to be an airline pilot for United so I seldom saw him - he was always in the air! Heh.. Me, I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, like I say I severely doubt that I will ever grow up. I wanna be like that little kid in John Cougar's video, "Authority Song.." that pushes up his shirt sleeves at the end of the video.. so cool.. so cute.. so sexy.. Right now I'm sitting here telling you guys all this and I'm not wearing anything but a smile. Scott walked in and said hello.. I'll be.. damn.. Scott is stripping off to nothing now too and said it should be a clue to his.. feelings.. I gotta go, talk to you later.. Well, here it is, Saturday morning. I'm sittin' here with Scott and we both have boners like you wouldn't believe. I'm watching Scotty jerk off whi... while I write this. He said he wanted to aim it AT the keyboard.. so it would go on my hands, and I told him he knew better! Shew! This feels funny.. I'm sitting here now in Scotttttts lap on his harddd dick. Ow, this is too much, I can't type like this.. Okay... sorry.. Scott fucked me but then he had to leave.. sorry about the interruption. I have so much more to tell about my life, I am such a hairy dog, yeah.. my hair is about shoulder length now and I'm gnawing on it as I sit here.. listening to some Jimi Hendrix.. yeah.. well, back to me.. I got some hair around it, lets see, I got my hair around my dick when I was about.. fourteen, yeah.. my balls were hairy when I was twelve. I thought that was so cute because when I was twelve the hair was so fine.. like baby hair.. heh!! I loved playing with it! I don't have any hair anywhere else but my legs.. my chest is nice and smooth.. and one thing Scott does to me that I like is to play with my tits.. Oooh! Nothing surpasses that. I never knew you could make them feel so good. They must be tied in with your dick or something.. I'm going to have to go outside in a few minutes and work on my tan a little - I don't like the idea of a tanning salon, you know, they just don't seem to do it quite as well as Mr. Sunshine.. Like I said, I love looking at my body and if I look to my right, I can see my naked body reflecting in this mirror.. gads I can't stand it. Anyway, I love thinking about other guys.. nothing makes me feel better. I could tell you that in the way of music, I kinda like the way Jon Bon Jovi looks, with his long hair.. he's cute too, and my mother knows that I belong to a couple of teen magazines that I get every month. What she doesn't know is that Scott belongs to... well, a few adult magazines that he lets me look at too. I know I didn't tell you much about last night, but me and Scott were cuddling all night in bed, it felt good, to have his body pressed next to mine. Nothing feels better to me than the warmth of another guy. We sucked each other off, too. Sometimes, when I have the whole house to myself, I like to run around the house naked and rub my dick on some of the furniture - I've humped my mattress before too, it's always fun to do. I guess I'm a horny little guy. Now, I'll tell you what was REALLY wild. About a week ago, my mom left the house because she was going to let Scott and I host this really wicked party - yeah, it really was wicked too. All guys, too. It was amazing, I didn't invite any girls, but not only did none show up, but none of the guys were begging me to let them bring any girlfriends either. Let me tell you this now; I, nor none of my friends, believe in drugs. It was like I was saying earlier, I get high off looking at guys and that's all I need. I had requested that no one bring drugs to the party but I didn't mind a little beer; and so it was. It was incredible. You know, it was like suddenly just about everybody was drunk except Scott and I. So we worked out a little plan. There ended up being about 25 dudes at that party that night, and the thoughts running through Scott's head and my head were enough to get us hard thinking about what we were going to do. Everyone was dressed, right? Not for long. We figured out that everyone was so wasted now that they'd be willing to play a simple game of "follow the leader." I mean, they were drunk, but not to the point that they couldn't stand up - we had closely monitored that throughout the night, and that seemed to be the whole reason behind the inception of this party to start with. We were clothed, too - Scott and I, and we started off by saying, "everyone take off your shirts." Everyone did; God.. it was wild, chests and stomachs everywhere. "Take off your shoes and socks.." Thud, thud, thud.. you could hear the sneakers thumping the floor as they were being removed. "Are you sure they'll go all the way?" I asked Scott, feeling a little unsure. "Trust me, they WILL," he said, without thinking twice about it. "Take off your jeans or shorts now," I barked loudly as Scott and I did and were in our white cotton briefs. Glad I had thought ahead about these moves, or I would have been nude right now. There were about five guys that already were.. now we knew who else never wore underwear! Wow.. they weren't even ashamed or embarrassed! Now, Scott gave the final command. "Take off your underwear and throw it at me." This.. was a mistake. Scott was covered in underwear. It was being thrust at him from all over, and being thrown hard. A lot of it went in his face. Still, I'm sure he smelled some smells he wouldn't have otherwise. He ended up with around seventeen or eighteen pair, folding them around his arms neatly and laying them on the floor next to me. Everyone was stiff. Stripping slowly like this had gotten to them, and you could see the naughty feelings in their eyes. "Stroke your meat," he demanded as he began stroking his own. "When you get close to cumming, shoot your wad all over Tommy," he said as he motioned for me to lie on the towel he had placed on the floor at the front of the crowd of guys who were now starting to circle around me. God, this was incredible. Soon, I had cum all over me, there was enough so that it ran off my body like a stream. When everybody came, Scott fucked me in front of all these guys. Well, sure enough, some of them paired off and did the same, some of them that I knew had been close friends with one another. I wondered if these guys were like this when they weren't drunk. "Bet they will be now," said Scott. "The embarrassment of this night will last forever, after they sober up..." and you know, he was right! They passed out on the carpet and slept until late.. the last dude to leave was Greg Hanson.. he got up and left about 2:30 Sunday afternoon. Now these guys do the same thing at Wayne's house about once a week, and they don't get drunk. They sit around watching flicks that Wayne has, and have jackoff sessions and such. Scott has to remind me once in a while who turned them on to all this.. heheh.. There's one thing about this I hate to admit though.. through all this, Tony has just about talked me into buying me a board and learning how to skate. He keeps telling me that it would only get me closer to the hot dudes that I want to be closer to.. which is true in a sense I guess.. this is a crazy thought, and I never have told anybody else this before, but I have one burning fantasy that haunts me, even now to fulfill.. to see a dude, out there, skating like mad, he gets really hot, sweaty.. the heat is intense. He walks over to me with that hot body, I feel the sweat running down his forehead.. then I ease his pants down and ease my finger up his hot asshole... God! that would have to be the ultimate feeling to me.. that hot, scorching asshole wrapped around my finger.. or my dick! Sorry guys, that feeling was too hot to hold back! Well, it's later the same day, it's just after dark this Saturday, as a matter of fact. I'm still feeling good all over, and I actually went through with what I just got done telling you about, is the awesome thing! Yeah.. with Tony. Tomorrow I'm going to start skating, but tonight.. ohh! He skated on that ramp like a mad dog, and then, he let me gently put my finger up his ass! He's never been fucked before, so I didn't want to put my dick up there, and I don't think he wanted me to either. It was so hot and tight up there, and sweaty! He let me leave my finger in there because it gave him a hardon.. and tomorrow he thinks he wants me to fuck him! I can't wait, this is going to be a hell of a skate session, dudes! I have to go now, so I can jack off my waiting tool, this has just been too much! Sunday morning. About 1:00 this afternoon, my mom's going to go with me to the skate shop and let me pick out a board. I'll probably get a Tony Hawk.. I hope Tony lets me fuck him.. he needs to know how good it feels.. I can just see my hard rod.. yeah.. prowling up there into his ass.. nothing felt the same after I fucked Scott.. Hi everybody, I had to say something. This is Scott, Tommy's friend. Tommy is looking at his hot bod in the mirror right now and he wants me to try to write about it.. but I'll see what I can do. I gotta say this about the dude: his chest is well-developed. He lifted weights last quarter and he thinks he's gonna shrivel up and die just because he's not doing it this quarter. I told him that was a bunch of bullshit, and it is, of course. The dude is really cool, he's always been my friend ever since I can remember, and he really likes my new car. Last night I spent the night with him, and he gave a great back massage, among other things -*snicker*-. Maybe I should tell you about one of my first encounters. It was in school and we were playing baseball, you know? I was covering first base.. and I was really covering this dude that ran to first. "Safe!" I called, even though I had the ball, I dropped it on purpose. The dude's name was Andy.. Andy Fletcher. He heard me call safe, and.. this dude was like a head shorter than me, and looked up and beamed a bright smile, as if he knew I "let him on." My teammates knew better, and they thought I was a klutz. Yeah, well, if it came to looking at Andy, I was the worst klutz this world had ever seen. Oh God.. Tommy is standing over there now.. his dick is limp, and he's wagging it around trying to get it to stick out... you dummy, you can't do that without a hardon! Anyway.. it must have been the way I said "safe" that got Andy's attention. I put my fucken left arm around that kid on purpose. Did he brush it off? Hell no. As no one was looking at me, but instead at Brent Kerns, the batter, I let my hand inch lower on him, to dick level, on his jeans. Again, he smiled. Then, the ultimate. "You can feel it, if you want," Andy offered. I knew then, as sure as anything, he wanted anything I could do to him. I did feel it, and that afternoon after school we had our own little "detention".. in the bathroom. I really felt him off then.. but only two months later, he moved with his family to Orlando, Florida. Ohhh Andy where are you now? This is Tommy again. I just wanted to let Scott type a few minutes, because I know he's wanted to. He's seen me using my computer a lot, and he's been telling me about something called a modem that I can get to plug up to it and communicate with other computers. Someday I just might have to get one. It's not going to be long until I go get my skateboard, and maybe have a little fun with Tony.. I can't wait... Well, you guessed it. I had to let things go and get everything. I ended up with a Tony Hawk board.. and I really had fun with Tony Fraser, too. He's coming over next weekend to spend the night with me, and Scott is too! We're going to do some things that Tony hasn't done before.. but today, I fucked his ass. I mean, it was really rad! He skated about half an hour with me, then he went at it alone for about fifteen more minutes.. he came off the ramp, panting, and said, "I wantcha to fuck me to where I can't sit down." I got him to repeat it because I thought I was hearing things, and he did. I fingered him again, and it was just as hot and moist in there as it was yesterday. Then, I fucked him, slowly at first, and he screamed.. in joy, not in pain. At first I thought I was killing him, he has such a small frame, he looks like a little animal. But he started to really love it, he said, so he had to shriek about it. He wasn't ready for me to stop. So I got him really red down there.. heh.. I ended up screwing him about three times.. God I loved it. He has to have a lot of cum up there.. We decided though that we couldn't wait until next weekend to fool around, so we were going to spend some afternoons together, the three of us, starting tomorrow. It just won't be as intense as this weekend, but still I'm looking forward to it. I'm really nice and tan now.. don't believe everything ya heard Scott tell about me. I may have a cute chest, but developed? Come on, give me a break! Tomorrow, Scott and I are going to do some 69's and other things, it should be interesting as hell. I really feel good all over just knowing how things are going. Hey.. this is Tony, dude. Tommy told me about this and he asked me if I'd say something, so I told him I would. Tommy's a really cool dude, and it was really rad getting him to learn to skate with me. We've been.. well, doing some other things together besides skating, and he's really showing me some things I didn't know about that really feel good, too. He likes feeling of my.. well, my weenie and I like him to feel it, too. He said that when I skate really aggro for a good session that my butthole really gets hot too and feels good to him.. funny, but it really feels good to me too. He's been putting his weenie into my hole and that really felt good.. I can't wait to feel him do that to me again. He and Scott are looking in the mirror now and they want me to join them.. so I guess I will... Yo.. this is Tommy again. It was wild, the three of us looking in the mirror, making faces and showing body parts. This weekend is really going to be a blast. I have to go now because I have to cut the grass.. my mom wants it cut before she gets home. Hmm.. I wonder how the neighbors like my jockey shorts?