xxx gay stories: The Summer We Discovered Sex – Chap 2
I glanced at Jimmy. He looked as doubtful as I did.
Or you can give each other blow jobs, she said. Obviously, Gracie knew a lot more about sex than Jimmy and I, but then, she has started middle school.
I know about that, Jimmy said. “That’s when you blow on a guys peter.”
You don’t blow on it, Gracie said. “You suck it.”
“Why do they call it a blow job, then?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Gracie said, sounding a little annoyed. “Look, you can suck each other at the same time. That’s called a sixty-nine.” She pushed on my hipbones to back my stiffy from inside her. “I gotta go pee,” she said. I rolled off and she got up from the bed and pulled on her panties.
Can we do this again? Jimmy asked.
She paused, then nodded. “Not after you start squirting sperm, though. I don’t want to get pregnant.”
Sperm makes you pregnant? I asked.
Gracie rolled her eyes and bent down for her dress. “I’ll explain it sometime.”
Jimmy and I watched her pull on her dress and then walk to the door. “You better straighten up the bed before you leave,” she warned. “Or Mama’s going to kill somebody.”
She left and closed the door behind her.
Jimmy and I still had stiffies. At that age, they don’t always go down after a dry cum, and sometimes after two. He looked at me and I looked at him, and I moved over to lie on him like I’d been lying on Gracie. He opened his legs and grabbed my butt like she had, and we started grinding. We were nose to nose and our eyes met. (I used to think that his large almond eyes were so cool that I’d to stand in front of the mirror and pull at the corners of my eyes to look Japanese. My blue eyes never looked exotic like his dark ones.)
I almost kissed her, Jimmy said, gazing into my eyes in return. “But I was afraid she might get mad.”
Trust me, it made strange logic to a couple of grade school boys that fucking was different from kissing.
I nodded. “Me, too. She’s got pretty eyes.”
His eyes dropped to my lips and my eyes dropped to his. Neither of us had ever kissed anybody but our moms — as long as you don’t count Tommy Lewis’ peck on my lips when he thought I was sleeping.
My lips lowered to Jimmy’s and we kissed softly. We slowly took each other by the shoulders and pressed our lips more firmly.
After a long moment, I lifted my head, and my eyes fell to the lips I had just kissed. Boys sometimes have beautiful lips. Jimmy did.
I like it, he said, his eyes falling to my own lips.
I nodded and lowered my face to his for more.
The door opened and we jumped, our heads jerking toward the door. It was just Gracie returning, and she quickly closed the door behind her. In her hand she carried a tea cup and a towel which she set in her lap as she took a seat on the edge of the bed.
What’s that? I asked
I got Crisco in a cup. If you’re going to try cornholing, I wanna watch. She lifted the towel. “This is so you don’t get Criso on Mama’s bed. She’d skin us alive.” Her brow furrowed. “Were you kissing?”
“We just wanted to see what it’s like, I said.
Let me watch,”” Gracie said.”
Jimmy and I looked at each other, our eyes went to one another’s lips again, and I lowered my face back down.
I thought we kissed pretty good, but Gracie said, “You ought to try French kissing.”
What’s that? Jimmy and I asked.
That’s when you open your mouths and rub your tongues together.
Jimmy and I made identical faces.
It’s supposed to be very sexy, Gracie promised us.
I looked at Jimmy. He looked at me. Our eyes went to our lips, and I lowered my mouth to his. It was sort of natural actually. We had to figure out to tilt our heads slightly to either side, but once we had the fit, our mouths sealed and our tongues met. Our hips thrust in reflex. In seconds, I had my hands in Jimmy’s hair and we were tongue wrestling like champs.
Ya’ll are good! Gracie exclaimed under her breath. She set the cup and towel on the floor and scooted onto the bed on her back next to Jimmy and me. “I wanna try it,” she said.
I moved from on top of Jimmy to on top of Gracie. She rested her hands on my shoulders and closed her eyes as I lowered my mouth to hers. When her mouth opened, I plunged in with my tongue. I rubbed my stiffy on the front of her dress and felt her mound through the fabric. In moments, Gracie’s legs had come up on my sides, exposing her thighs, and her fingers were on the back of my neck. And then she moaned.
I wanna try with Gracie, too, Jimmy said.
Obligingly, I slid onto Gracie’s side, letting Jimmy onto her other side. That way we each had a leg we could hump. When Jimmy pressed his mouth to Gracie’s, I pressed a palm to her breast. Through the thin material of her sundress, I felt the stiffness of her nipple and the firmness of her mound. She moaned and lifter her breast to me. I caressed it.
I kissed the side of her neck and she moaned again and turned her face from Jimmy to press the side of it to mine. I covered her mouth again. My hand met Jimmy’s between the sides of our hips. We were both going for her panties at the same time, we worked together to get our hands inside. But we were rough down there, the way young boys can be with their hands, and Gracie squirmed.
No, she said. “I told you, I’m sore down there. Get the Crisco and cornhole each other.”
How do we do it? I asked.
The same way you and I did it, Gracie said. “Get off me and I’ll help.”
I knelt up and Jimmy rolled off her to the side. Gracie sat up and scooted out from between us. “You do it to Jimmy first,” she told me, getting off the bed. “Then he can do it to you.” She spread the towel on the bed. “Here, lie on this,” she told Jimmy.
Jimmy rolled onto his back with his butt on the towel, and opened his legs, pulling up his knees so I could get to him. Gracie already had Crisco on her hand and she grabbed my stiffy with it. “Ugh!” I murmured, almost doubling over, as she jacked it on. “There,” she said. “That ought to do it.”
I maneuvered on my knees toward Jimmy’s bottom. “You gotta pull your knees higher,” I told him, “for me to get to you.”
He did and I scooted forward, directing the end of my stiffy at his exposed pucker. Gracie leaned in to watch. I pressed my glans at his opening and the tip slid in. The ring of his sphincter gripped me just behind my crown. As I eased my dick in, that tightness traveled down my shaft. “It feels good,” I told them. “Different from Gracie. It’s sorta tight.”
Jimmy’s pink stiffy pointed up his belly from his little tangerine-shaped scrotum. Seeing it, and my dick vanishing inside him, and then my belly pressing flat against his bottom, excited me as much as Gracie. I eased forward and back.
Feels funny, Jimmy said. “But okay.”
I grabbed the sides of his hips, trying to lift them for a better fit.
Here, Gracie said. “Lift him up and I’ll stuff one of these little pillows under the towel.” So Jimmy lifted his hips and I held his bottom tightly to my lap as Gracie stuffed one of Mom’s decorative pillows under the towel beneath Jimmy’s butt. That helped.
He settled onto it and I started small grinds and short thrusts. Jimmy hooked his heels behind me and I held onto the sides of his hips. I ground, and he grabbed me by the butt to move with me. Our eyes met, and I wanted to lie down on him like we had done on Gracie. So I lay down, and as our faces drew closer, our eyes went to our lips. We kissed. As we humped, we French kissed, and our tongues probed one another’s mouths.
Jimmy’s hands swept my back and I wrapped my arms under him. We rested the sides of our faces together and I went flat on him, puming my hips. We tightened our arms around each other and our bellies moved together.
You guys are good at this, too, Gracie whispered, sounding impressed. “That looks sexy.”
She rested her hand on my flexing butt, feeling it, squeezing it. Jimmy squeezed my hips between his thighs and grunted softly in my ear as I went faster and faster. Soon I got my second intense feelings of the day, grinding in with the high, soft whimpers of a young boy. I slowed down.
Did you come? Gracie asked.
Huh?
Did you orgasm? Did you get strong feelings in your body?
Yeah, I murmured.
That’s an orgasm, she told me. “You came. Now it’s Jimmy’s turn.”
Somewhat reluctantly, I pulled from Jimmy’s intimate embrace and knelt up. He lowered his legs on either side of me. His stiffy arched like a twig up from between his legs. My own dick still pointed upward.
Why don’t you sit on him, like I sat on you, Gracie suggested to me.
Yeah, Jimmy agreed. “I didn’t get to do it that way.”
Okay, I agreed. I moved up Jimmy’s body and straddled his waist, sitting down on his upturned dick. Its hardness felt good under my perineum.
Kneel up, Gracie said. “Let me grease him.”
I knelt up and Gracie reached in behind me with her Crisco. Jimmy’s eyes flew open.
Feels good, doesn’t it? I said.
Jimmy nodded.
Alright, Gracie said. “Sit down.”
I looked back and she had hold of Jimmy’s stiffy, pointing it upward. I sat down and let her guide me and Jimmy together. I felt his hardness at my hole. It felt a lot bigger between my butt cheeks than it had looked. Steadying myself with hands on Jimmy’s ribs, I eased down and felt his dick slip in. I eased myself all the way down, feeling it go up my butt.
I’ve had other guys tell me that they’re the same way, so I don’t think it’s only the way I’m built, but for me, the best way to take a dick up my butt is to sit on it. Something magic happens inside. The angle presses my prostate and I can go a little crazy. And no dick ever fit better than Jimmy’s that day.
Ahhhh! I said, catching my breath.
Does it hurt?
No, I said, breathlessly. “It feels really, really good!”
It feels good to have it up your butt? Gracie asked with mild surprise.”
Yes, both Jimmy and I answered. Our eyes met. I grinned, he grinned. I leaned forward for another one of his kisses (another thing I don’t think anyone has done better). His dick slipped out. “Oh, no!” I murmured.
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