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Summer Backyard Sleepover (MM)

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Category: Male-Male
Author: Masturbation Boy
Age: 41
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My cousin Tim and I were born 2 months apart, and when we were 13 his mom and dad were in the midst of a messy divorce. He spent the better part of that summer with me and my mom and dad. My brothers were older and off at college or working, so the two of us hung around together a lot. He even went on vacation with us for 2 weeks up to New Hampshire.

Our days were spent playing basketball, pick-up baseball games, riding bikes, and going to the local park. As the summer progressed a true friendship developed instead of just "being cousins". We were comfortable talking about everything from sports to school to our parents (he had a lot to talk about there) to our newest interest, girls. At the park we would hang out on the swings and check out the girls our age (or even younger) to see who was the prettiest or cutest ("hot" wasn't a term used back in the mid-70s when this happened), or if we could catch a peek under their dresses or down blouses. We were typical 13-year-old pervs.

On this one particular Monday in August Tim came over and my mom told me he would probably be spending the week. As was our routine we went up to my room and he put his stuff in the spare dresser my parents had stashed in my walk-in closet. We hung out for a bit, then my mom took us to the local lake where we spent the entire afternoon swimming (and checking out girls in their bathing suits). When we got home we convinced my parents to let us sleep out in the tent in our backyard for the night (which they let us do a handful of times that summer, and the summer after). Our backyard was huge (about 150 yards from the backdoor to the woods on the back of our property) and we had a spot where we set up our tent about 50 feet from the edge of the woods. My dad even helped us drag about 15 large stones out of the woods to make a "fire circle" and let us have a fire.

We set up our tent, got tons of drinks and chips, and settled in around the campfire for the night. We talked mostly about sports (we could talk about baseball for HOURS) and my dad came out to check on us around 11:00 and told us to let the fire die down. We each took a turn and peed along the edge of the woods and then came back to the tent. We must have drunk too much soda because we were both really wired as we laid in our sleeping bags. Eventually our conversation turned to girls, and it started out pretty mundane talking about who we thought was cute or had a nice body (even though we were in different schools we knew some of the same girls because we lived in the same town).

Talk gradually became a bit more graphic as I described how I once saw up Mary Beth "Smith's" plaid skirt at school at recess towards the end of the previous school year, and what her tight white cotton panties looked like, and how awesome her ass looked. He told me about the time that Judy "Jones" had stolen his pen in science lab and put it down her blouse and told him if he wanted it back he'd have to fish it out - and he did. As he described the two of them alone in the back corner of the lab, and what her bra felt like as he put his hand down her shirt ("really silky and smooth" he told me) I became hard. He told me the pen was actually inside the left cup of her bra and she had "pretty big tits" for a seventh-grader. He took his time grabbing the pen, and he told me she stood there with her hands at her side not fighting at all, like she wanted him to touch her - so he did. He said he actually touched her nipple and he thought it was hard, and that when he took his hand out she didn't say anything but she was blushing a lot.

I asked Tim if he had ever seen a girl naked for real. He said he had seen a Penthouse magazine in his friend's garage once, but he only got to look at it for a few seconds before they heard his dad coming. I told him I had seen my mom without her blouse a few times (wearing a bra) and he told me that he had also seen his mom in just her bra and panties. Then he told me that he had seen his little sister naked several times. THAT piqued my curiosity. His sister had just turned eleven and was REALLY cute. She was mostly a pain-in-the-ass little kid, but she had long blonde hair, a beautiful face and I had noticed how round and bouncy her ass was for the past year.

He told me that he had seen her just the day before when she was walking from the bathroom after a shower to her room. His parents weren't there and he said she usually didn't cover up or close her door when she was changing. I was dying to know what it was like. He was a little weirded out talking about his sister that way, but after about 10 minutes of constant badgering by me he finally relented. He told me she didn't have any pubic hair between her legs, but he could see her "slit". He said it just looked like a crack was all. He told me she was just starting to get tits, but they weren't more than bumps on her chest. He said her nipples were kind of weird, like very pink and very puffy and big. He thought they would be like a boys but they weren't. I asked if he saw her ass and he said yeah. I said was it awesome, and he said man, it was my sister. So I said imagine if it wasn't your sister, would it have been awesome and finally he told me yeah, and he admitted he had gotten a boner when he saw her.

That was the first time either of us had talked about "boners" or anything remotely related to our own bodies. I think he could tell I was horny just from my questions and how interested I seemed, but he couldn't see that I had a hard-on because I was in my sleeping bag and he was in his (we had a lantern in the tent and we were both in shorts and t-shirts). I had no idea if HE was horny or hard, and hadn't given it any thought until he said, "Can you make sticky stuff come out of your dick?"

I was somewhat shocked that our conversation had turned so graphic, but more so I was excited. I had been masturbating for about 6 months and was addicted. I didn't know if Tim did it, and never even thought about bringing up the subject in the past. But he had just put it on the table. I decided to play dumb.

"What do you mean sticky stuff?" I said. "You mean like piss".

"No" he said. "Like if you rub your dick this sticky stuff comes out. Hold on."

He turned his back to me and kind of hunched over. I could see him moving around a little in his sleeping bag and after a minute he flipped back over onto his back. He put his left hand by my chest as he propped himself up on his right elbow and extended his pointer finger. "Like this" he said. There was a drop of clear fluid on the tip of his finger. "Touch it. It's sticky, see?" I thought it was gross, but somewhere in the deep perverted recesses of my mind I'm sure I wanted to see where all this would lead. So I reached out and touched it.

"That's gross, man," I told him.

"No it's not. It kinda leaks out of my dick when I get a boner, and if I rub it back and forth a whole bunch comes out. And it feels really good."

I told him I'd take his word for it. We lay in the tent in silence for a few minutes.

Then Tim told me he had an idea. "Hey, let's go streaking!" he said. It was that time in the 70's where streaking was the hot fad. Now, I had never been naked in front of anyone else ever in my life before, so I did quite a bit of hemming and hawing. In the end, though, thinking with my penis instead of my brain (as guys are known to do...) I agreed to do it.

Tim stripped first down to his underpants, which were exactly like mine; white Hanes with a red stripe around the waistband. I glanced (didn't stare) at his crotch and could see he had a full hard-on like me. Since he was in the same state as I, I had no problem stripping down to my underpants. We planned our route as we squatted by the opening of our tent, and talked about what would happen if we got caught. It was almost 1:00 in the morning at that point so getting caught wasn't likely unless we ran down the middle of the street, which we weren't planning on doing.

So on the count of 3 we pulled off our underwear and dashed across the yard to a bush right on the edge of our property and our neighbors. Tim was in the lead, and as he came to an abrupt halt I slid on the dewy grass and accidentally bumped into him, and my boner went right up against his ass! He turned around and scream-whispered "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU FAG?" I said I was sorry and that I had slipped. As this exchange was going on our eyes were becoming adjusted to the darkness and it was easier to see each other in all our glory (there was a three quarter moon that night, too). After he yelled at me he looked down at my hard-on and started laughing.

"Sorry, man. I thought you were going queer and wanted to stick it up my butt or something."

I told him no, really it was an accident and he was cool with it. Both or us were shaking from the experience of being outside, naked, and horny as heck - plus it was a little cold. As he turned to look up towards the path we chose between my house and our neighbors I glanced down and got quick look not only of his dick (which seemed longer and skinnier than mine) but his ass too. In the few seconds that my mind had to process the feeling of my erection against his bare ass I had decided I actually LOVED how good it felt. I too was leaking pre-come at that point. He whispered to me, "Let's go, and you go first this time" and we took off.

The grass was cool and wet as I mentioned, and after jogging for a bit, as we approached the houses we slowed down to a fast walk. We made it safely to our front yard when I heard a car coming up the road. We were safely hidden in the shadows and behind hedges that lined the front of our house, but I stopped nonetheless - only to have Tim bump into me as I had to him. I felt his boner slide first against my right cheek, and then settle for a split second into the crack of my ass. The feeling was one of newness, wonderment and most of all, excitement. I liked it and was really cranked up, fully horny at this point. I gave out a half-hearted "Hey! Why'd you do that?" and he offered an equally half-hearted "Sorry. I slipped to. It's really wet out here."

After the car went by we decided it had become a bit dangerous to wander around the yard naked, even at such a late hour. We jogged back around the opposite side of my house and through the backyard to our tent, and before we went in I told Tim I had to take a leak. He said he did too so we both strolled over to the edge of the woods. Even though I was hard I was able to start my stream right away (remember all that soda...?) and I was a bit surprised but not taken aback when Tim stepped about 3 feet to my right and began doing the same thing. I had assumed he would wait or piss further away, but he was doing it right next to me. He looked at me and I at him and we both burst out laughing and began to let our piss fly in all directions (except at each other). We realized we were probably making too much noise and we flew back to our tent and jumped in. I immediately got into my sleeping bag, and Tim did as well although at a much more leisurely pace than me.

I was so horny my hand automatically went to my penis and began slowly stroking it. I thought under the sleeping bag Tim wouldn't be able to tell but he said immediately, "You're jerking off, aren't you?"

"Yea. A little" I told him.

"That's cool," he said. "That's what I feel like doing too." And I saw his hand in his lap moving back and forth.

Tim spoke up and said, "Wanna do it together? Like watch each other? I always wondered how other guys do it."

This was taking it to a level I had never imagined. Actually three or four levels higher than anything I had ever fantasized about. I had never thought about doing stuff with guys, but I was keenly interested in it at this point.

"Yeah, OK I guess so," I said to him. "But isn't that kinda gay?"

"No, I don't think so. We're just going to watch each other. That's not gay." I think all guys our age in the 70s had a severe phobia about 'being gay' and even though we were horny we didn't want to do anything that might be considered 'homo'.

"OK, on '3' then," I said "we get out of our sleeping bags. One, two...three".

Neither one of us hesitated, and in a matter of seconds we were both lying on top of our sleeping bags completely naked. We propped up our heads with a pile of pillows and our clothes so we had a good view of each other. Our tent was a basic two-man pup tent, so there wasn't a lot of room. We were lying side-by-side with only about a foot separating us. Our hands quickly went to our hard-ons and we began stroking. I noticed immediately that he used his right hand while I used my left, and our arms occasionally were rubbing against each other because of how we were laying. I also noticed that he used more of a "twist, turn and pull" method whereas I liked to hold my testicles taunt with my right hand while stroking straight up and down with my left. His penis, as I had noticed during our streaking earlier, was longer than mine, and slimmer; probably about 6" long and cut. He had a thick patch of black pubic hair around the base and his erection naturally slanted back towards his thin stomach. I was thicker than he was, but only about 5" and also cut. My pubic hair was sparser and lighter, and while we were the same height I probably outweighed him by 25 pounds.

Tim was talkative as he slowly masturbated, asking me how often I did it, how long had I been doing it for, where do I usually do it, etc. I asked him the same questions, and then wondered what he thought about while "getting off".

"I think about all kinds of stuff," he told me. "Last night when I did it I thought about Judy and actually taking off her shirt and bra, and then she was jerking me off and I shot off on her tits. The other night I thought about screwing my sister's friend Sara from behind, like doggy style." As he continued telling me his fantasies I was becoming increasingly aroused and had to be careful not to come to soon. I was entranced by watching his hand work up and down his cock, and wondered what it felt like for somebody else to do it for you. In fact, that had been a favorite fantasy of mine since I had started jerking off. I imagined many girls, older and younger, friends and family, giving me a "hand job". As I relayed that fantasy to Tim he stopped jerking and sat up, Indian-style, and faced me.

"I have an idea," he said. "And don't think I'm queer, OK, because I'm not. But we could give each other hand jobs and pretend we're getting them from girls. But we would have to SWEAR never to tell anyone, ever in our life. EVER"

The thought of having someone else jerk me off, even it was a guy, more than overcame my homophobia. I didn't need anymore convincing from him.

"OK, let's do it," I said. "Who should go first? How about I do you than you do me?" I couldn't believe I was actually offering to jerk off a guy.

"Cool!" he said, and laid back. I leaned over on my left elbow and looked down at his cock. It was slippery with pre-cum as was mine. The head was engorged and he looked like he would shoot as soon as I touched him. I reached over with my right hand, and let it hover over his midsection for about 10 seconds, feeling VERY weird about what I was about to do. I was almost in a trance. Finally Tim said, "Well, you gonna do it?"

"Yeah, yeah" and I went for it. First I touched the tip of his cock with my middle finger, and he visibly jumped. I laughed nervously as did he. I then wrapped my hand around it (which was easy because it was so slim) and began to slowly work it up and down. I was surprised by the warmth, and was also surprised how much it aroused ME to touch another guy's cock. Tim was up on both elbows watching me work him, and his eyes fluttered a few times as he groaned and told me how "friggin' awesome" it felt. Now sitting Indian-style, I reached down with my left hand and gently grabbed hold of his balls, playing with them as I stroked him. After only 2 minutes of play he put his hand on mine and said "Stop man, I don't want to shoot yet. Let me do you now."

I was more than ready. I lay back and, like he had, propped myself up on my elbows so I could see what he was doing. Tim didn't hesitate at all. He was leaning on his elbow and reached across and began stroking me immediately, like he had done it 1000 times before. The feeling was absolutely incredible! Adding to the excitement was the fact that Tim had gotten so close to me that his erection was pressing up against my hip, and he began to gyrate his hips and hump against me as he stroked me. Again, after a very short time I asked him to stop as I didn't want to come yet either.

We were both breathing fast and shallow, and were sweating despite the coolness of the night. "That feels SO awesome, man" I told him.

"Yeah, I know," he said. "I really need to shoot. I have another idea, and don't think it's queer. But we can pretend like we're screwing a girl and hump against each others butts. Wouldn't that be so cool?"

"Definitely!" I said. All bets were off. I was open for almost anything at this point.

"OK, you go first," he said. "But don't even THINK about sticking it in. That would definitely be homo."

He flipped onto his stomach and laid flat on his sleeping bag. As I've described, Tim was slim and his ass was small, round and firm. I imagined it was his sister's. I quickly straddled his ass with my knees on each side, and then leaned forward with my hands on the ground on both sides of him. I worked my cock directly up against his crack (much like I had done accidentally when we were streaking) and slowly began sliding it up and down. The feeling was incredible, and I was moaning now and told Tim I was about to come. He pushed his butt up against me as he lifted his hips up off the ground about a foot, and he was partially up on all fours. I looked down and could see he was stroking his cock as I humped him, and that set me off. Once more push against his ass and I exploded, with my first stream of come making a straight line of semen from the small of his back, directly up his spine to the base of his neck. I remember vividly there being a small glob smack in the middle of the back of his head, in his hair. I let loose with a series of spurts as I half-humped, half-stroked my way through orgasm; it was by far my longest, hardest and wettest orgasm ever up to that point. As I came down, I saw the mess I had made on Tim's back and ass and took my tshirt and wiped it up. I told him how unbelievable that had been, and was beginning to feel a bit guilty and weird about the whole thing. When he turned around I saw that he was still fully boned and all he said was, "Let me do you now".

Knowing it was only fair, even though I had gotten off and wasn't really into it anymore, I laid on my stomach and Tim was immediately on top of me, and I felt his erection press up against my right cheek, and the slide into the crevice of my ass. As he began to hump me, I felt the wetness of his pre-cum and began to get aroused again! Now, I had been able to jerk off 2 times in an hour when I was extremely horny in the past, but was never able to get hard again within a few minutes, but this time I was. Tim was moving very rapidly and groaning, "Oh shit, oh yeah, I'm going to shoot!" And he did, all over my ass and the small of my back. I noticed that he didn't get the same distance as me (hahaha) but did managed to soak my butt pretty good. Like me he also took his tshirt and cleaned me up.

We both laid back on our sleeping bags and Tim noticed that I was hard again and began laughing. He was being VERY cool about the whole thing, and after my initial weird feelings after I had come I was more comfortable too. He told me how it was the best orgasm he ever had and that we should do it again. I was definitely game and he said to me that since we had done hand jobs and "pretend screwing" we should do blow jobs.

I said, "Dude, isn't THAT queer? I mean it would feel awesome if it was a girl, but a guy doing it to another guy?"

He said, "Listen, we're just pretending right? To see what it's like. We're not going to screw each other in the butt. THAT'S queer. Let's just try it and see what it's like. If you want I'll do you first, then you do me."

I told him I had to pee and I would be right back. As I went out and pissed - again - I thought about whether we should do it, and then imagined what it would be like to really get a blowjob. By the time I got back to the tent I had decided what the hell, and as I crawled back in I saw that Tim was hard again and stroking himself.

"Well? You wanna do it?" he asked.

"Yeah, why not? But I don't want you to shoot in my mouth or anything, OK? That would be gross."

"Deal" he said as I lay back. He told me to move back and he crawled between my legs with his face right in front of my cock. "Here goes."

He took hold of my cock and stuck out his tongue and began to lick it like an ice cream cone as he held it with his hand. It felt warm, wet and wonderful. He licked my balls and then up and down my shaft, and then licked around the head. He then put the head in his mouth and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He twirled his tongue around the head while he stroked it with his hand, and then took 3/4 of my cock into his mouth. He began to make a blowing motion and his cheeks puffed out. After he did that for a while I told him he didn't have to blow, just to move his mouth and tongue around (we were 13; we had heard about blowjobs but never saw one or had one, so we had no idea what to do - we thought it involved blowing - hahaha). After about 5 minutes I felt the familiar tingling and told Tim I was going to shoot. He immediately stopped and I took over and stroked myself as his face remained within inches of my dick. In no time I was erupting again, not quite as strongly or voluminous as the first time but still enough to coat my fingers, cock and lower belly. Tim had a bird's eye view and offered some comments such as "Wow!" and "Cool!"

I cleaned myself up this time (don't remember whose shirt I used) and Tim lay back on his bag. No words needed to be spoken, and the guilt I felt the first time after I had come was gone. I kneeled down and sat on my heels and leaned forward. With no hesitation I took hold of his erection and began licking it, as he had done to me. I knew what felt good and had a good idea of how to make him come. I worked up and down his shaft and actually took first one and then the other testicle into my mouth, which made him arch his back and say, "Oh SHIT that feels good!" I then took him into my mouth, amazed at the new feeling I had never experienced before; the warm flesh, the salty taste from his previous orgasm and the pre-cum that was flowing again, the fullness in my mouth and the reaction my movements caused. It was awesome, powerful. I was able to get most of him in my mouth and began bobbing up and down, pulling back my lips and sliding my head up and down very quickly. Tim was moaning and bucking his hips and he finally told me he was going to shoot. Just as I pulled away he erupted, and part of the first stream got my chin. A small glob of come hung there momentarily as I watch him stroke the rest of the way through his orgasm. His was as strong as his first, although I did notice that that his come was clearer and more liquidy this time than the creamy white loads we both shot on each other's backs.

At this point we were pretty much spent, and pretty messy. We decided to sneak up to the back of the house to wash off with the hose, and we found 2 towels hanging on the clothes line (thank god!). After we rinsed off we went back to the tent and talked about what happened. We swore each other to secrecy under the premise that if either told we would both be labeled fags and our lives would be ruined. We had 2 more outdoor sleepovers that summer and had more fun, and one time he bought a dirty magazine he had found at the side of the road, two pairs of a his sister's panties and one of her training bras that we played with and wore (and pretended we were girls for the other one to do stuff with). It was a GREAT summer, except for the fact his parents got divorced.

We are both married now, with kids, and live in different parts of the country. We see each other every couple of years and we haven't ever spoken about that summer to each other, or anyone else, since it happened. His sister, by the way, turned out to be a BEAUTIFUL girl (who I also had a brief encounter with when I was 15 and she was 13 - another story) who made her career in the fashion industry.