index


Message-ID: <35453asstr$1014865805@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com (bill johnson)
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
NNTP-Posting-Date: 27 Feb 2002 10:57:44 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} Repost, Tim and John, Part 5 (b/b, mast)
Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 22:10:05 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Part 5 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys in
experimental sexual situations.



He was not moving.  His fingers started fondling my dick and my balls.
 The funny thing is that he only moved his fingers on his hand, and
nothing else.  I guess he wanted me to think he was asleep, or playing
with me in his sleep without realizing it, kind of like sleepwalking. 
Whatever, I was surprised.  I rolled to my side facing away from him.
His hand fell to the mattress behind me.  I laid there and watched the
digital clock numbers pass on, 5:05, 5:06, 5:15, 5:20.  I couldn't go
to sleep.

When his hand woke me up 20 minutes earlier, I was startled and felt
kind of funny.  We had seen each other naked, and jacked off together,
but we had not touched each other.   I was startled to wake up with
his hand on my crotch, and then to have his fingers stroking me
through my PJ's and underwear.  All I could think to do was to roll
over to get him to stop.  But then, 20 minutes later, I was wishing
that I had let him continue.  There was something about the attention
and the affirmation that I enjoyed, and I wanted more.  If he wanted
to play with my penis, then that meant that I had a penis that was
worthy of his reaching over and stroking.

I rolled back to my original 5:00 position, HOPING that maybe his hand
would fall back on my dick and that he would go back to fondling it. 
It was now hard, as I was thinking about how much I was enjoying it. 
I turned my head to look at the clock.  5:21, 5:22, 5:23, 5:24 (this
seemed like forever!).  5:25 his hand flopped behind his head.  5:26,
5:27, 5:28...   I was laying there hoping that he would return to what
he was doing before, and wishing that I had not rolled over.  Then at
5:29 his hand flopped from behind his head and landed right back on my
crotch.  Immediately, his fingers began stroking again.  This time I
was hard.  His thumb and finger gently closed on the shaft of my dick,
just under the head, and he began stroking up and down through my
underwear and pajamas.  Woah, it felt soooo good.  I was loving it.

I did not want him to know that I knew that he was not asleep.  Yes,
that is a confusing sentence.  He was acting like he was doing this in
his sleep.  Obviously, he did not want me to know he was really awake.
 So I just lay there.  My right hand was beside my right side, in
between him and me.  His arm was reaching over it.  I slowly reached
my left hand, stealthily, to my waist. I gently and carefully hooked
my thumb under the elastic band of my underwear on the left side of my
waist.  I wanted him to stroke it without the clothes in the way.

I  slowly pulled the underwear and the pajamas down to below my
crotch.  He had let his hand rest, and the cotton slipped under his
fingers.  Now his hand was resting on my naked dick.  He began
stroking it again with his thumb and forefinger.  Man, this was weird,
but it felt so good.  I was enjoying this so much.  Nobody had ever
touched my hard dick before, nobody.

It was obvious that he wanted to touch me, but he was afraid to ask. 
Maybe he thought I would accuse him of being a faggot or a pervert if
he suggested it.  The earlier times he used the challenge of the card
game and the "getting naked" as a penalty for losing, therefore not
directly alluding to any sexual desires.  However,  touching each
other was not brought up either time.  Fake sleeping was the way he
could "safely" lead up to this point. Pervert or faggot, I didn't
care.  I just wanted him to continue caressing me.

Then he made the next move.  He stopped stroking me and his left hand
"slipped" off my mid section and "landed" on my right hand.  He then
pulled my hand onto his crotch!  All the while he continued to act
like he was asleep!  Of course, to keep from embarrassing him, I was
"sleep-acting", too.

His dick was very hard and pointing up towards his belly button.  My
hand laid flat and limp right on top of it.  If he can sleep and
fondle, then so can I.  So I began to move my fingers in a spider-like
motion over the head of his dick and down to his balls.  All of this
through his pajamas and boxers.

His right hand, the one farthest from me, slowly moved like my left
hand did, hooking his  waistbands.  I rested my hand like he did to
me, and the clothes slipped down and I was touching his naked cock. 
It was so warm and hard, but the skin was so soft.  The head was so
defined.  His was bigger than mine, of course.  While mine pointed
straight in front of me, like at a 90 degree angle, his pointed up
kind of, like at more of a 45 degree angle.

 I began the spider-like motion again, and I felt his pubic hairs. 
Feeling him excited me more.  His left hand "accidentally" fell back
on me again, and we were stroking each other at the same time!  The
electricity was  almost more than I could handle.  I had jacked off
many times before, but NEVER twice in one night.  I didn't know it was
possible.  I was quickly learning just how possible it was.  I was SO
excited that I knew it wouldn't be long before I would cum.  He kept
on working me up and down with his thumb and forefinger.  I started
moving my hips up and down slightly.  This was the ultimate!  He
responded with the same hip movements.  The intensity was building to
its ultimate crescendo.  It was time! My hips jerked upward and he
continued to stroke me.  My whole lower body was enslaved to this
moment.  My bottom slammed to the mattress and all of the energy of
the moment seemed to rush to my midsection.  I tried to keep from
groaning or sighing so I closed my lips hard. It was time! My insides
POUNDED and POUNDED and POUNDED!  My midsection flailed all around,
and he kept on stroking until the last ping and jerk.  I was breathing
like I had been running laps, and my heart was pounding out of my
chest!

I am not sure exactly how the timing worked, but all the while I kept
working him.  When his bottom slammed down I could feel his cock
expand and contract in my hand, and I could feel a tube on the
underside of his shaft do the same.  Some of his semen got on my hand,
and I kept working him until he was done and I stopped and let my hand
rest.  He stopped on me and his hand "slipped off"  to the mattress
beside me.  WE WERE STILL BOTH ACTING LIKE WE HAVE BEEN SLEEPING THE
WHOLE TIME THIS WAS HAPPENING!

I took my left hand to my crotch area.  I had some little puddles of
cum on me, mainly around my belly button and around the bottom of my
pajama top.  I quietly took the shirttail part of my pajamas and wiped
them up.   My right hand was still resting on his now shrinking dick. 
He didn't do anything that would "wake me up", I guess.  I didn't want
to "wake him up", either.  I quietly and slowly raised my hips and
took my left hand and pulled my bottoms and briefs back up.  All the
while my left hand was still on his crotch, covering his pubic hairs
and his now regular sized cock.  I let my hand slip off like he did
his. There was a little of his cum on it, so I wiped it on the same PJ
shirttail.  I don't know how much he got on his hand, but I did hear
him messing with his pajamas, probably cleaning up. I laid there like
I was asleep.  I then heard some rustling as he pulled his pajamas
back up.

We both laid there like we had been sleeping the whole time.  Soon, we
were no longer acting.  We both went on to sleep.

 Look for part 6

_____________________________________________________________________

Please email me with comments.

mailto:billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+