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    My second time with Michael

    Despite our amazing sexual experience at Boy Scout camp, Michael seemed to be uninterested in changing our previous friendship. Each scout meeting for the next eight weeks went off like they had before going to camp. I hung out with Michael’s big brother Andy and other scouts my age while Michael stuck with his friends in his patrol. I made an effort to say hello to him each week, wishing we could sneak off behind the gymnasium and suck each other’s cocks, but he always returned it with an uninterested “hey,” before running off and causing his usual trouble.

    I didn’t expect to be boyfriends or anything, I was deep in the closet and wasn’t even sure if Michael was gay. Though every time I thought to myself about how I had eaten his 13 year old boihole and pushed my cock deep into his ass, I would get an instant boner that required attention. I kept wishing, as I lay in bed each night, that I had taken a pair of his undies so I could remember his scent too.

    Just as I figured it was time to leave the past in the past, Andy invited me to go waterskiing with his family that coming weekend. It was only a day trip, so we’d have to get up super early to make the drive to the lake, that way we could get in as much time on the water as possible. His dad suggested I just spend the night at their house so it would be easier to get everyone on the road at the same time. Of course my first thought as a horny teenager, other than the excitement of going boating for the first time, was that I could hang out with Michael.

    I packed a bag after school on Friday and headed over to Andy’s for the night. His dad, who coincidentally was our Scoutmaster, had barbequed some beef ribs for dinner. They were super good and messy with all the barbeque sauce. I couldn’t take my eyes of Michael’s face because he had sauce all over it. Matching his personality, he had jumped into his dinner, face first, not concerned at all about getting messy; it was just adorable.

    We spent the rest of the evening playing videos games, before getting into our pajamas, knowing an early bedtime was coming. Then his mom said something that I wouldn’t have expected in a million years, “Ryan, you’ll be sleeping in Michael’s room, right?” I just about jumped out of my skin at the opportunity but instantly gathered myself to let out a quiet “Sure…” I grabbed my sleeping bag and ran upstairs to get ready for bed, trying to hide my boner that began growing the second I thought about sleeping next to Michael.

    To this day, I have no idea why his mom said that, or why it was even proposed or considered that I would sleep in Michael’s room instead of Andy’s. After all, I was Andy’s friend, not Michael’s. Anyway, Michael’s room was a typical 13 year old boy’s room. Sports memorabilia on the walls, an overflowing laundry basket, a dresser, and a night stand. His bed was about a twin size with a colorful bedspread. I laid out my sleeping bag on the floor, right next to his bed, then put my backpack next to the closet, out of the way. We made small talk for a while, talking about scouts, waterskiing, his dad’s boat, and other people that we both knew. It was almost a different Michael, just him and I, without anyone else around.

    About 30 minutes later, it was time for bed. Michael got in his and I in mine after he turned out the lights and turned on the fan. It took only three minutes for Michael to pipe up. “Hey Ryan, you awake?” he asked.

    “Yeah, what’s up,” I replied, hoping he was as curious and horny as he was only two short months ago. Then there was a short silence that lasted for a good ten seconds. “You want to come up?” he asked, lifting the side of his bedspread so I could crawl into his bed. I didn’t say anything, I just got out of my sleeping bag still in my pajamas and crawled into his bed.

    I laid on my side, facing him, and he did the same, facing me. Given that it was a twin sized bed, we were already pretty close together. “You wanna hold me again, don’t you?” He said. Not wanting to say anything wrong, or give off the impression that I very much wanted to do more than that, I just moved closer and wrapping my arm around him without saying a word. Just like eight weeks before, Michael took that as an invitation to go right for my cock. His hands took a few seconds to figure out how to invade my pajama bottoms and reach my cock.

    He quickly figured it out and wrapped his fingers around my throbbing shaft, moving his hand up and down, exploring my manhood while jacking me off. I leaned forward a little, barely being able to see in the dark, and my lips found his. It was like the first time, all over again, but I expected to enjoy this time even more, already knowing exactly how far it would go.

    I gently caressed his body with my right hand, feeling his side and back, then his neck and the back of his head as I moved my fingers through his hair. The last eight weeks disappeared and it was like we were back in the tent at Boy Scout camp. He enjoyed exploring and jacking my cock as we continued kissing each other with more passion than I could have reasonable expected. His little tongue wiggled its way into my mouth a time or two, and mine into his; I couldn’t get enough of it. I worked my right hand down to his pajama bottoms and pulled them down to his knees, feeling a familiar texture that was hugging his perfect little boy bottom.

    Though dry this time, he was again wearing a Goodnite just like before. He was a little old to be a bedwetter but I didn’t really care. Michael rolled over on his back and I sat up a little bit. He kicked his bedspread down to his feet and took my hand in his, placing it over his padded crotch. His Goodnite began to get warm and swell and I realized he was wetting it right then, just for me. I gave it a few gentle squeezes while I leaned over once again, this time kissing his neck.

    I climbed on top of him, straddling his little body, still kissing his neck. After I knew he had finished wetting his Goodnite, I whispered into his ear, “You ready for this?”

    “Yeah… oh, man,” he replied as I moved down his torso and stopped at his soaking wet Goodnite. I squeezed it again, this time not so gently, causing Michael to gently moan, enjoying the warm soft feeling around his boihood. I ripped each side of his “night time undies” and pulled its front down between his legs, exposing his perfect little boner. Still 3.5 inches, just as I remembered it. The smell of his piss began filling the air around his crotch and that’s all I could take. Not a moment too soon, I licked his little shaft from base to tip then sucked him into my mouth.

    His perfect little flesh rod was hard as a rock and stood straight up, knowing exactly what would come next. I used both hands to grab his hips, making a memory of how small his waist was, and continued sucking him for my pleasure just as much as his. I could hear him breathing hard as I began playing with his hairless boy-sized balls with only the tips of my fingers. His legs went ridged and he tensed up, arching his back the best he could and shot his loan into my mouth. He was still a small shooter but I could certainly taste him more this time than last.

    When he caught his breath, I got off of his bed and took off my pajamas. “There are condoms and lube in my nightstand,” Michael said, still hungry for more. I couldn’t see too well, but I was able to find them pretty easily. With lube, I didn’t see the point of a condom, so I grabbed the tube and shook it a bit. Michael had since taken his pajama bottoms off and rolled over onto his tummy so I got back on his bed and straddled his legs.

    I opened the lube and generously applied some to my raging cock. Instead of lubing up his ass, I decided to enjoy licking his boihole like I had at camp. I pulled his ass apart, leaned over him, and my tongue found his tight puckered little hole. It was as smooth and tender as I had remembered it. I could feel him completely relax as I ran my tongue around his hairless hole, up and down, then side to side. I pushed into his hole as far as I could, causing a moan that was like none other. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, I had to get inside of him, so I moved my cock closer to his ass and positioned it between his legs.

    I slowly guided my cock towards his ass, using one hand to touch his boihole so I knew exactly where to go. I inserted a lubed finger into him to prepare him for what was next. He didn’t even flinch. Only seconds later, the head of my cock found his hole. I pushed in gently and my cock went in much easier this time than last. I heard Michael take a deep breath as I began thrusting the first three inches of my seven inch manhood into his boihole. I laid on top of him, wrapping my right arm around his chest with my right hand gripping his left shoulder. I loved the skin to skin contact we shared with my chest resting on his back.

    I had him completely wrapped up and pinned down, he couldn’t move if he tried. “Good boy,” I whispered into his ear as I thrusted my cock into him further, five inches now. I planted a kiss on the back of his neck while I gripped him tightly and buried my face into his hair, gathering as much of his boy scent as I could.

    He turned his head and looked up at me, “Oh yeah,” followed by a few moans made me even more horny as I pushed my final two inches into his hungry ass. He let out several sounds of disbelief that my seven inch cock and filled his inexperienced ass so perfectly. Still gripping him tightly around his chest, I thrusted hard, knowing I would drown his ass with my cum soon. I pushed hard, balls deep into his soft little body, still kissing him on his neck and wrapping him with teenage love. He was gripping his bed’s headboard with his left hand, so I reach mine out and took his hand in mine. I held his hand above his head while he gripped it tightly as he took my cock deep inside him time and time again.

    In an instant I became speechless and couldn’t breath. I began to cum but only half way, I felt an intense explosion building up in my cock and just like that I rose to full climax, emptying my balls into Michael’s ass. It felt like I was cumming for days as I continued to thrust longer and deeper than before, enjoying a much of this forbidden pleasure as I could. I felt Michael gripping my hand with his as well as the sweat that had built up between our two bodies.

    I finished cumming but was too overwhelmed with exhaustion to move. We both laid there motionless, my cock still inside him, breathing harder than ever before.

    “We’ve gotta do that again, that felt so good,” Michael said, caught in a trance of happiness. “Hell yeah,” I said as I sat up onto my knees and pulled my exhausted cock out of his boihole, already thinking about how we could fuck again another day. I slowly got off his bed and stood up, my knees weak and shaking. I heard the all too familiar sound of jacking off, but I looked back at Michael seeing that he hadn’t moved a muscle.

    I turned around in confusion and saw a butt naked and fully erect Andy, standing with the bedroom door closed behind him. I was speechless seeing by best friend jacking his own cock in front of me. Anything could have happened, I didn’t know what to say but my eyes could clearly see Andy playing with his own hardon. He must have heard us, despite how quiet we were, and snuck in while I was fucking Michael. Was he actually getting off to watching me fuck his little brother? So many thoughts and questions, yet only about two seconds had passed since I noticed he was in the room.

    “My turn,” Andy said as he walked past me and straddled his little brother who was still recovering from the butt-fucking I had just given him.

    “Andy?” Michael whimpered, though he was looking at me when he said it so I’m sure he already knew the answer. “Be gentle… please?,” Michael begged.

    I’m not one to brag but I know a seven inch cock is a good size. I didn’t get a good look at Andy’s but I thought if Michael could take mine, he could surely take his brother’s. This couldn’t have been the first time they had done this as Andy just climbed on top of his brother without a second though and Michael didn’t seem to protest. I heard Michael cry out quietly and I saw in the darkness Andy was already on top of him and thrusting.

    I was definitely not into Andy sexually, but I couldn’t let this opportunity go without taking advantage. “Sit up, get on your knees,” I said to Michael. “Andy, sit up, lets spit roast him,” I said to Andy. They both did as I suggested and I found Michael’s head. I crawled onto the bed once again, my knees where Michael’s pillow was, and put my cock right in front of him, rubbing my cockhead on his little lips.

    Michael took the hint and wrapped his mouth around my cock, which was still very sensitive. Andy was holding Michael’s hips, thrusting into him just as I had done. I put my hand on the back of Michael’s head but I wasn’t being forceful. I was gently holding his head and softly running my fingers through his hair, letting him know that everything was okay.

    Andy kept pounding and the room filled with the unmistakable slapping sound of sex. I’d never cum twice so quickly but there was no stopping it. I shot a second load, this one much smaller, in Michael’s mouth. Andy made the same noise I make when I cum, then his thrusts began to slow. In only about ten minutes, Michael had taken three loads of cum. What a little slut I thought to myself and I couldn’t believe how much that turned me on.

    Andy pulled out and got off the bed, so did I. Michael collapsed on his bed, quite satisfied in his adventures of taking me and his big brother at the same time. Andy grabbed a dirty shirt from the laundry basket and cleaned off his cock, then threw it to me to do the same. After I finished I got Michael cleaned up too. Andy left without saying anything, though I was confident in his ability to keep his mouth shut about what had just happened.

    Michael got out of bed and found his package of Goodnites, putting one on before getting back into bed. I smiled a bit thinking it was more likely it would protect his bed from the cum that would eventually leak out of his ass while he slept. I pulled his bedspread over him, tucking him in, and got in next to him. I held him close throughout the night until 5am when his alarm clock told us it was time to get up so we could get on the road.

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    My first time with Michael

    After a few lack lusted years in Boy Scouts I nearly stopped going until my best buddy Andy’s little brother joined the troop. Michael was the typical 12 year old boy with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. He ran around the middle school gymnasium that we used for our meetings like nothing else, full of energy and full of life. I myself was much more reserved and only associated with a few other scouts, Andy of course being one of them. I spent the next year or so feeling a strong attraction to the young, energetic, slender boy with dirty brown hair as common as the jeans he wore the each weekly meeting. I would occasionally annoy him by calling him by a nickname he had grown to dislike. I don’t know why he didn’t care of it because it fit him very well. He was only a younger version of his brother so naturally his nickname was “Little Andy.” At first I called him Little Andy with the hopes of getting on a more familiar basis with him, but after time I did it just to piss him off. He would get a certain look on his face that was just adorable.

    It was summer time and our troop was ready for that year’s summer camp. Unlike in the past we were staying local this year, only about an hours drive away. As we were about to load into the vans one of the parents came by with our tent assignments. I flipped when I saw it would be just me and Michael in the same tent. I was of course super happy because I knew I could “borrow” a pair of his well used undies when he was away. I had imagines many time how amazing they would smell. My outward expression of the news was quite different. Being a full three years older than him it was certainly out of the ordinary for a 16 year old to be tent mates with a 13 year old; an immature 13 year old at that.

    Our camp side was fairly large as we were used to having one of the bigger troops at each summer camp or jamboree that we went to. Lucky for us we were pretty close to the covered eating area and the trading outpost. I picked a tent on the outer edge of camp with Michael in tow and threw my backpack in to lay claim. He ran out to find his friends while I unpacked and set up my sleeping bag. I managed to catch up with him and his gang a little later as I did some exploring myself. I kept a fair distance as I always had because I didn’t want him to think I liked him or anything. Much to my chagrin he came over to hang out with me instead of following his friends to do whatever. You could barely call it hanging out in reality, I think he saw my heading towards the trading post so he decided to come too. Either way, we chatted back and forth, compared merit badge schedules, and said plenty of meaningless words. With our camp being elevated up a hill above the covered eating area, the walk down the well worn path could be described as treacherous. He did most of the talking because I was doing my best not to trip and fall as I had done at another camp two summers ago. Michael on the other hand wasn’t paying attention and about half way down, he tripped and went flying. I gladly picked him up and helped dust him off, my hand running down his backside at least twice. I could feel his tight bubble butt through is jeans and instantly felt my dick growing. It lasted only a few seconds and he wasn’t hurt so we kept walking. I thought to myself that perhaps I would get to hold the very underwear he was wearing against my face as I jacked off later that night.

    My schedule was pretty packed so I didn’t get a lot of time to myself as some other scouts preferred. On the second day, Michael came back to camp soaking wet after spending the afternoon swimming. He asked me to step out of the tent so he could get changed so I closed the tent flaps and left, or so he thought. I looked around and saw no one was about so I peered into the tent from a small opening on the side. What I saw next took me back a step and left me breathless. Michael was completely naked in all his glory with the cutest boy butt I had ever seen. He was white, smooth, petite, and very handsome. I only got a full view of his back before he pulled on dry underwear. I backed off a bit and he came out of the back of the tent to hand his wet swim suit and underwear on the makeshift clothesline I had made. My first though was “why would anyone wear underwear under their swimsuit” but immediately changed to see what I could do with his undies after he left. 

    Sure enough, only a few minutes later he was all dressed and had ran away to hang out with his friends. I on the other hand had other plans. I made sure the flaps to the tent we tied tight and pulled his underwear off the clothesline. I gently but quickly pressed them against my face and took a giant breath in. Unfortunately the water from the lake had taken away any scent that he had put on them so I was quite disappointed. That didn’t stop me from jacking off but something in my mind reminded me that the best was yet to come.

    Three nights later I was awakened by the same noise that had woken me each night since arriving at the camp. Michael had night terrors and each night at least once he would wake up, breathing hard, almost screaming. This night was especially bad for him. He tossed and turned, muttering to himself, but not yet awake. I gently shook his shoulder to wake him from what must have been a bad dream. A night terror hit him and he started softly screaming so I shook harder until he woke up. “You okay, buddy?” I asked him. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said “I had a nightmare, it was really bad.” I didn’t really know what to say other than “It’s okay now.” What he said next was unexpected and certainly told me something about how bad his dreams were. “Will you hold me?” He asked. 

    A lot of things went through my head, some honest, some not so honest. I opened up my sleeping bag and lifted the top portion up as if it were a blanket and motioned him over. The look on his face changed and he tried to wiggle over while staying in his sleeping bag. It didn’t work at all so I asked “What are you doing?” He didn’t say anything for a moment and said “You have to promise not to tell.” 

    “Fine, whatever, I won’t tell,” I said, still thinking he was referring to me holding him so he could get back to sleep. He unzipped his sleeping bag and got onto his knees as he made his way over to mine. Though it was dark I clearly saw he was wearing a Goodnite pull-up that was a bit swollen. He felt the front of his pull-up and said to hang on a second. He reached into his backpack and after a second, pulled out a dry Goodnite. I heard the wet one he was wearing hit the floor with a thug as he took it off and put on the dry one. I didn’t say a word but was a little surprised that he was still a bedwetter at the age of 13. He crawled into my opened sleeping bag and got right up against me. I was thankful he was so short otherwise he surely would have felt my growing erection either between his legs or on his back. 

    We both laid on our sides, I put one arm under his pillow and another around him to hold him close. I figured this already qualified as something neither of us would tell anyone else so I may as well be comfortable. “I got you, buddy,” I said to reassure him that he was safe and his nightmare couldn’t hurt him. He pressed himself against me and I loved all the skin to skin contact. I don’t know exactly what was going through my mind when I gently kissed his neck. Perhaps I was too tired or still half asleep from being woken up in the middle of the night. Michael didn’t move but also didn’t protest so I kissed him again on the same spot, not hard but this time not so soft. He slowly craned his neck around and turned his head to almost face me. I looked him right in the eyes and he came closer still until we were face to face. I guess it was just instinct because my next move was to kiss him softly right on his lips. The first time he kissed back and to my surprise he continued to do so.

    I had an impossible time coming to grips with what was happening. I was holding a nearly naked Michael and kissing him softly while he returned the favor. A few short seconds later he rolled over so we were chest to chest and our lips met again. I couldn’t resist moving my arm, that was wrapped around him, down to his butt. I could feel the distinct texture of his Goodnite pull-up but was more focused on how warm and round his perfect boy bottom was. As we continued to kiss each other I could feel his arm opposite of mine move between us and down to my crotch. I assumed he was going to adjust his cock that surely must have grown hard by now but he went straight for mine. As if he could see in the dark, he reached into my boxers and gripped the upper half of my throbbing cock. Almost like he knew what he was doing he began jacking me off so I took that as an ongoing invitation to do whatever I wanted to him. 

    I threw the top of the sleeping back off of us and moved him from his side to his back. I moved down his gloriously toned and smooth torso and stopped for a moment before pulling down his pull-up. His rock hard 3.5 inch boy cock teased me with a very inviting look so I took him in my mouth right away. I used one hand to stabilize me, the other to play with his balls and I suck his little cock and listened to his small moans of pleasure. His cock was just the perfect size as I easily fit the whole thing in my mouth, just as I imagined I could. There was the faint smell and taste of piss from his recently departed swollen pull-up. That made me even hornier and if at all possible, enjoy sucking his little boy cock even more. After a few minutes I felt him tense up and his moans changed to deep breaths. He cam the smallest amount which all but disappeared in my mouth with all the saliva that had congregated. After he relaxed a bit I pulled back and he quickly said “my turn,” so we changed positions. 

    Instead of taking the same position I did, he climbed on top of me with his face at my crotch and his beautiful boy’s bottom close to my face. He began sucking my cock furiously, taking more of it deep in his mouth that I would have guessed he could have. I figured we were well past the point of return and I had always fantasized about licking his boihole. With the opportunity literally right in front of me, I jumped right in. I used my hands to grab his thighs, pulling his boihole closer to me and began indulging in my fantasy. I licked his hole like it was the sweetest dessert in the world, the most delicate, the most rare and sought after. His skin was so soft and his hole so textured, that coupled with his deep throating of my cock I knew I wouldn’t last long before I would drown him in my cum. I knew I was close so I buried my face between his round cheeks and continued pleasing him. Only moments later I myself tensed up, making my legs ridged as I cam it Michael’s mouths. 

    He didn’t miss a beat and kept sucking my cock as if nothing had happened. He took it so well that I thought perhaps this wasn’t his first time. He didn’t stop sucking so I returned the favor and continued eating his bottom and boihole. I used one of my hands to grip his cock and began to jack him off. His mouth and tongue on my sensitive dickhead was further incentive for me to lick more sensually and jack him off even better. A minute later he released my cock from his thirsty mouth and let out the unmistakable sound of intense pleasure as he cam on my chest. 

    At this point, natural instinct took over as I rolled him of me and told him to roll over onto his chest. Without saying a word he did as I told him and spread his legs knowing exactly what I was planning on doing to him. I used some spit to lube his already well lubed boihole then added some extra to my cock. Surprising to me, his continued blow job after I cam had gotten me ready for round two very quickly. He didn’t object in the least so I took that to mean his boihole was mine to do with as I wished. I positioned myself on top of him and began to push my cock against his boihole. “If it hurts, you have to stop,” he said in a low voice. With a bit of experience in this area I whispered into his ear, “it will hurt some, but it’s your job to take it.” Again he didn’t object so I told him to relax as I pushed my cock into his tight and inviting bottom. I forcefully moved one of my arms under his chest so I could control his movement too, much like how I was holding him only minutes earlier. I maintained a tight grip on him and I thrust into his virgin ass time and time again. I used my other hand to caress his smooth bottom one moment, and run my fingers through the hair on his head the next. This was much more about having sex or fulfilling a fantasy. It was about enjoying Michael to the fullest and ensuring he knew that from that time on, he was mine.

    After a few minutes of many deep thrusts, a few dozen whimpers from Michael, and a handful of soft kisses to the back of his neck, I cam inside him for the second time that night. The feeling was more amazing than I had ever imagined. I slightly used my teeth to softly bite the side of his neck as I shot every last bit of cum I could into his tight boy bottom. When I was finished, I laid there, still inside him, for a minute trying to catch my breath. I planted a final kiss on his cheek before pulling out of him and reaching for any piece of discarded clothing I could use to get cleaned up. Michael rolled over and sat up saying “Oh, man,” which I thought was just adorable. Another idea entered my mind as I reached into Michael’s backpack and searched for a distinct texture I had felt earlier. I pulled out two Goodnites, one for him and one for me. I tossed him one that he put on without a word and I put one on myself so we could match.

    I laid down in my sleeping back and he did the same, right next to me, just as we had originally started out. I wrapped my arm around him holding him close and again softly kissed the side of his neck. “Go back to sleep, little buddy,” I whispered into his ear.

    daddy1212

    Amazing story 🥰