GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/tommy.txt

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                           Another Solar Fox Original.

                                     Tommy
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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
hims 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?