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Indian Summer – Part three

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Indian Summer – Part three
By
Jason Crow

Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy? I was having such a good time with Pete, I sometimes thought I was dreaming. We worked hard after our escapades by the pond, and by the time it was getting dark we finished our sweat lodge. But since the sun was setting, we couldn’t try it out now. Instead, we made ourselves comfortable around the campfire. The stew was done and, judging by the few bits I tasted during the stirring, was delicious. Pete went into the tipi and came out with the bread and chips his mom packed for us. I took two cokes from the bag we hung in the water to keep the drinks cool. Before long, we were both munching down our healthy dinner. Home-brew rabbit stew with bread, potato chips, and a coke. It tasted delicious!

After we washed our plates in the pond and put everything away, we sat back down at the campfire. After we chilled for a while and talked about all sorts of stuff, I felt myself getting horny. I wanted to suck Pete’s dick again but was unsure about how to bring this up.

“Do you want some firewater?” Pete asked.

“Sure!” I said, hoping this would drop some of the reservations I felt.

Pete took two mugs and poured us each half a mug of the firewater. We drank it slowly this time, both aware of the power of the alcohol in it. About half an hour later, we were talking about Predator, the new Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. We were both psyched about it, and even though it’s an R-rated movie, A friend of Hank managed to get us into the local theater, so we could watch it.

“Wanna dance again?” Pete asked, out of the blue.

I was feeling a bit lightheaded, but not as much as yesterday. I liked dancing yesterday, so I immediately agreed.

“Why don’t we dance for each other this time?” Pete offered. “Maybe it’s more fun that way…”

“Sure,” I shrugged as I emptied my mug.

Pete noticed me emptying my mug and polished his off too.

“Shall we empty the bottle?” Pete asked.

I wasn’t drunk or something, but liked the warm feeling in my stomach. And there wasn’t too much left in the bottle, so I didn’t see a problem.

“Go ahead,” I said and offered him my mug.

Pete divided the remains of the firewater over our mugs, emptying the bottle.

“I’ll dance first,” he said. “Will you play your drums?”

“Okay. Go for it,” I said, picking up my drum.

Pete started moving around the campfire, just like he did yesterday. As he danced, I saw flashes of his balls peeking out the loincloth. But after a few minutes of this, Pete started dancing just in front of me. His loincloth was sticking forward but still hiding his obvious boner. He was dancing quite sensual now with his eyes closed, and I was getting turned on by it. Pete surprised me when he slowly started sliding down his loincloth. The way he did this was almost hypnotic, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. His dick pointed downward, caught in the elastic band of the cloth. But the moment the elastic band was down far enough, his dick sprang free and slapped against his stomach. Pete didn’t even open his eyes. He kept on dancing and let his loincloth fall on the ground.

His stiff dick was swaying back and forth with his movements, and I almost wanted to grab it and put it in my mouth. But Pete had a different plan. He moved his hands all over his body, eventually stopping at his dick. His left hand cupped his balls and played with them, as his right hand slowly started moving up and down on his shaft. He was jorking off right in front of my face. Pete opened his eyes and looked at me, as he continued stroking himself. He moved forward a bit and pointed his dick toward my mouth. I couldn’t resist and opened my mouth to let him enter. As I wrapped my lips around his glans, I heard Pete moan above me. He moved his dick in and out of my mouth, all the while moving his body on the imaginary music. All of a sudden, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and stood back.

“Your turn to dance,” he said and smiled a mischievous grin.

“You’re crazy,” I laughed.

“I want this to last,” he said. “I don’t want to shoot too soon, and the way you suck my dick, I won’t last.”

He sat down next to me and took his mug in his hand, and held it toward me.

“Bottoms up!” he said.

“Bottoms up,” I responded and we banged our mugs together.

We both emptied it in one gulp. I felt the booze burn down my throat, but it didn’t bother me all that much this time.

“Ahhh…” we both said at the same time.

Pete took his drum and started playing. I got up but didn’t have a clue what I would do. I just started dancing around the fire as Pete did. I felt the booze kicking in and I almost tripped over my own feet. At that moment, I had an idea. I danced over to Pete, gave him a hand, and guided him to sit on one of the chairs that were still standing around and put it near the fire. His glistening boner leading the way. Pete sat down and kept drumming. I decided to ditch my loincloth too. I tried to move sensually too, and the buzz in my head made me think I did a great job. After I was naked, I opened my eyes and saw Pete checking out my boner. I slowly slid back my foreskin and scooped up a bit of precum on my finger. I looked at Pete and slowly licked my finger clean with my tongue. I scooped up another glob and moved my finger toward Pete’s mouth. He extended his tongue, and I smeared the precum on it.

“Hmmm,” Pete moaned.

When we were at Dan’s, he showed us a short video on the VHS system in his room, that showed a woman giving a lapdance to a guy. I figured I could try that with Pete. So I turned around and sat on Pete’s lap. His boner was pressed between us, but it was nestled nicely between my butt cheeks. It was nowhere near my butthole, which would be gay. With his boner between my cleavage, I moved up and down over the entire length of his dick. My back was pressed against him, and Pete moved his hands all over my chest and eventually down to my dick. As much as I loved him jorking me, I wanted to do the best job I could with my lapdance. I moved around, so I was facing him, pressing our boners against each other. I ground against him and started licking his neck and ears, which caused Pete to moan a lot. Pete started grinding back, and before I knew it, we were dry-humping each other furiously. We both moaned loudly, and Pete started licking my neck and ears too, with every chance he got. I was getting close to cumming, and I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted to cum. And I wanted Pete to cum. I didn’t want to postpone. We could always go for it again, I reasoned.

So I sat back a bit but made sure my dick was still pressed against Pete’s. I wrapped my hands around both our dicks, and started jorking them simultaneously. Pete looked me in the eyes and suddenly kissed me hard on my mouth. This added a whole new level to our actions, and we moaned in each other’s mouths. I could feel that familiar tingle again and started moving my hips. I noticed Pete did too. The moment I felt my orgasm coming, Pete’s dick started spurting and he grabbed my neck to kiss me even harder. The moment his first spurt came out, I came too. I almost couldn’t breathe because of the kissing, but it was amazing cumming together this way. A lot of cum splattered on our bellies, and after we were done coming, I let go of our dicks. We broke the kiss and sat there panting heavily.

“Oh, man! This is great!” Pete said with a slight slur.

“I love it!” I said, noticing a slur too.

I felt the cum sliding down in my pubes and got up. I expected to feel less horny after my cum, but the opposite was true. Maybe the booze had something to do with that?

“Let’s get clean,” I said to Pete and waded into the pond.

The water felt colder than this afternoon, but it was still pretty nice. I stood hip-deep in the water as Pete approached me from behind. He pressed his body against me, hugged me from behind, and pressed his still hard dick between us. His hands started moving down and he washed the cum off my belly. We stepped back a bit to get out of the water. Pete was still holding me and his hands went a bit lower, he took my boner in his hand, and slowly started jorking me.

“I’m still horny,” he whispered in my ear.

“Me too,” I said and turned around.

I squatted in front of Pete and took his dick in my mouth. Pete’s dick was still covered in our cum, which I found extremely exciting. I licked it clean, and when it was clean I started blowing him for real.

“Hmmm… You’re good at this, you know?” Pete moaned.

I let go of his dick, and with a loud popping sound, he left my mouth.

“Why don’t we go to bed and fool around there?” I asked.

“Great idea!” Pete said, and we got out of the water.

We dried ourselves and started moving toward the tipi. We were both a little bit unstable on our feet, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as with Pete yesterday. We crawled inside, and Pete laid on his back on the air mattress. I fell to my knees and immediately took his dick back in my mouth.

“Ohhh…” Pete moaned. “Move over a bit.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but he soon guided me in the way he wanted. Pete moved his head between my knees, as I kept on sucking him. Moments later, I felt his hand pulling back my foreskin and his warm mouth on my dick. It was heavenly. I liked sucking a lot, but I loved getting sucked. Now we could do both at the same time. I felt a nice buzz in my head and an even nicer tingle in my groin. We both weren’t aiming for cumming as quickly as possible. We were just sucking slowly and enjoying the feelings that came with it. It was also a good thing we both came less than half an hour ago, so we could last longer.

I was holding on and sucking away at Pete’s dick as I moved my other hand toward his balls. Up until then I never touched another boy’s balls. I cupped them gently and toyed a bit with them. I liked the soft feeling of his hairless sack and the way his balls moved inside it. It didn’t feel much different from mine, but according to Pete’s moans and the fact that he took my balls in his hand too, Pete liked it a lot. I was getting a bit of a cramp in my upper legs the way I was sitting. I didn’t like it because it took my energy away from the important tasks at hand. I took my mouth off his dick and tried shifting a bit.

“We can lay on our sides if you want,” Pete said, only taking my dick out of his mouth long enough to say this to me.

“Yeah. Let’s try that.”

We shifted so we were both lying on the air mattress on our sides. I opened my legs to give Pete the access he needed, and so did he. I laid my head on his leg and took his dick in my hand again, slowly stroking it and put it in my mouth after a short while. Now it was even better than before. This way, I could fully concentrate on his dick in my mouth and on Pete’s actions on mine, instead of focusing on kneeling the right way. We were slobbering away lazily, but despite our laziness, that spot between my asshole and my balls started to tingle, indicating that another orgasm was approaching.

“Hmmm.” I moaned on Pete’s dick, which caused him to moan too.

I didn’t speed things up, and neither did Pete. I guess we both had the same idea of making it last. I don’t know exactly, but I guess I was almost twenty minutes on the verge of cumming, when Pete started moaning loudly and bucking his hips. I was still toying with his balls when I felt them drawn into his body and his dick fattened in my mouth. I knew now that these were the signs that he was cumming. I used my right hand to jork him off the best I could while still lapping my tongue over his dickhead. Moments after I started this, he began spurting.

It wasn’t as much as the last time, but it still filled my mouth quite well. I kept my lips tightly around his dick and let him cum before I swallowed it all. After nothing more came out, I swallowed everything Pete gave to me. During his cum, Pete stopped working on my dick, but the moment he was done cumming, he went at it with double effort. As he lapped away on my dick and I swallowed his cum, I felt the now-familiar signs of cumming. I stopped my actions on Pete’s softening dick but left it in my mouth and focussed on my cum. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was because I came recently, but the buildup was much slower than the orgasms I had before. The tingle between my legs spread out slowly toward my balls. It stayed there for a few moments and then slowly crept up toward my pubes. The tingle spread out over my entire groin, and a second later, everything focused on my dick. It was almost as if my dick left my body. It was the most powerful orgasm yet, and all the while, Pete kept toying with my balls and milking my dick clean. I almost blacked out due to all the feelings that washed over me.

As I came down from my orgasm, Pete’s soft dick was still in my mouth, and Pete hadn’t moved either. Pete was the first to turn on his back, releasing my dick.
And as I felt his dick leave my mouth, the cold air on my dick surprised me. I rolled on my back too, still panting.

“This way, a blowing job is even better,” Pete whispered.

“Way better,” I whispered too.

I felt myself getting sleepy, and I didn’t feel the need to move. I could hear Pete’s breathing deepen too, so I guessed he was also tired.
“Goodnight bro,” he whispered softly.
“Night.” I managed to respond.

***

I fell into a dreamless sleep. I awoke two times during the night. The first time was when an animal was ruffling around outside the tipi. It was still dark outside, but we had a bright moon. I glanced over at Pete, and he was still lying on his back in the same position as we fell asleep. I looked to my right and saw his stiff dick pointing upward.

“He must be having a pleasant dream,” I thought, and closed my eyes.

The second time I woke up, I felt a strange feeling. I couldn’t quite place it at first. I opened my eyes again, and it wasn’t dark anymore, but the day hadn’t started either. I guessed it was around 4:30 am. The strange feeling I felt at first, was getting quite familiar. I looked down, and Pete was sucking my dick again. That horny bastard! I didn’t want to let another good blowing session go to waste, so I turned on my side, laid my head on Pete’s leg again, and started sucking away on his dick.

“Ahhh… I could do this all day long,” I heard Pete say before he got comfy and went to town on me.

This time it wasn’t as powerful as the last time, but it was still an awesome experience. I guess we lasted about half an hour, and both came within seconds of each other. We were getting the hang of it. After we were done, Pete turned around, so we were lying side by side, and he pulled me close to him. We were spooning now, with me being the big spoon and my dick nestled between his cheeks. We fell asleep like this, and we didn’t wake up until the sun was burning us out of the tipi.

At around noon, after we finished our breakfast, we cleaned up the place, gathered our stuff, and got dressed. We put our loincloths inside the tipi with the rest of the stuff, took our backpacks, and started walking back home.

“This Indian-style living is great,” Pete said giggling.

“It’s awesome!” I responded.“ Too bad we have to wait until next Friday.

“I know. But at least I know how to jork off now, so I’ll probably be doing that every chance I get!”

“Same here! Do you think we can have a sleepover this week? Then we can do it together,” I asked.

“Nah. I don’t think so. You know how my mom is during the first weeks of summer.”

“You’re probably right. Hurray for my right hand then!” I cheered.

Pete and I both giggled, and continued our walk home. During the walk, we were already planning for next week, and Pete had a good idea of how to create new and improved firewater. I didn’t care. As long as I could have my best friend’s dick back in my mouth as soon as possible. This was turning out to be a great summer.

The End. For now.

Th… Th… That’s all, folks! When I started this story, I had a part in the story reserved for Maya. But as it progressed, I liked just the two boys better. Mostly because it’s a lot closer to my own experiences with Pete. I’m not saying there won’t be another part, but I want to write other stuff first. I just hope you all liked this story. I’m really curious about your opinion. Send me an e-mail (jasoncrowwriter@hotmail.com), post a message at Google Hangouts, post a comment on my website (https://jasoncrow.eu), anything. As long as I receive feedback. Feedback (good and bad) improves my writing. So, thanks for that.

Quod suus ‘omnes

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Indian Summer – Part two

First Time, Gay, Masturbation, Oral, Teens, True | Indian Summer

Indian Summer – Part two
By
Jason Crow

I can’t remember anything, can’t tell if this is true or dream. I was waking up slowly, but I needed a moment to realize where I was. My eyes needed to get used to the bright light seeping in through the canvas of the tipi. Despite the fact that I slept on an air mattress, I had a good night’s sleep, considering it was this bright already. As I was thinking about all this, I also realized what woke me up. I remembered Pete was lying on the mattress with me, and he must’ve just moved. I was lying on my right side and Pete was spooning me with his arm holding me. I liked the way it felt. Comforting and warm in a very nice way. But the moment I felt this, I noticed his boner pressed between our bodies and immediately thought back about last night. Was it wrong what we did? Two guys doing this kind of stuff are gay, right? But it felt amazing! And Pete liked it a lot too. He said so himself, even though he was a bit drunk. But drunk people tell the truth, I was told.

The feeling of his boner pressing against my back and me thinking about what we did last night, caused me to get hard. I was surprised that I didn’t have my usual morning wood, but I blamed that on last night too. The moment I was almost at full mast, I felt the tip of my dick touch something. I was pretty sure it was touching Pete’s fingers, but I didn’t dare to move because he might wake up then. As I was contemplating my options, I felt Pete’s fingers wrap around my dick.

“What’s wrong with your dick, dude?” he whispered in my ear, obviously awake.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not sure what he meant.

“You’ve got leftover skin on it,” he said and pulled my foreskin back a bit.

His touch was an entirely new feeling. Not only was someone touching my boner, but he was also stimulating it. I couldn’t hold back a gasp when he did this.

“There’s nothing wrong, man. You were born with this skin too, only was it cut off right after you were born. Didn’t you pay attention in health class last month?”

“I was sick back then, remember?” he kept whispering, but also moving my skin up and down.

“Ummm… Pete?” I asked, panting a bit.

“Whazzup?”

“You know you’re jorking me, right?”

“So?”

“Mmmhh… Isn’t it gay?” I moaned.

“Nah… As long as we don’t kiss and stuff, it’s just a way to get off before we get a girlfriend. Dan told me so himself.”

I wanted to ask him when Dan said that to him, but the speed of his movement kept increasing, as was that tingly feeling in my balls. Pete was grinding his boner against my back, and my hips started moving involuntarily as the feeling on my dick kept getting better.

“Ohh… I’m gett… FNG..” I groaned.

I felt my balls contracting, and it was like they tried to get out of my body through my dick. The tingling feeling I felt last night was now even stronger! Moments later, I felt the sperm leaving my dick and heard it splatting down on the mattress. All the while, Pete’s hand kept rubbing my dick, and he was constantly grinding against my back. The grinding was getting pretty serious by now, and I could feel the sweat between us made it all real slippery. Pete moaned in my ear and was panting heavily.

“I’m….. hmmph… toooooo!” he groaned.

His penis started twitching against my back, and I felt his sperm coming out of his dick and landing on my back. I placed my hand on his, to stop him from moving on my dick because it was getting too sensitive for me. Pete didn’t seem to notice as he kept grinding and coating my back with his sperm, but he kept his hand still and moaned in my ear. Slowly the grinding stopped, and we laid there on my mattress panting like old dogs. We didn’t move and laid there in silence for a while when I heard Pete say:

“We need a towel…” and he started giggling like a schoolgirl.

I was SO glad Pete reacted the way he did because I still wasn’t convinced this wasn’t gay. And I was taught over the years that gay was bad. But his casual reaction put me at ease. Plus, the way this all felt was a big reason to keep going with it. So I started giggling too and the tension I felt at first, was completely gone by now.

”I think I left it outside yesterday,” I said and tried to get up.

Pete removed his arm, and I got to my feet. The warm stuff on my back started cooling off quickly, and I tried to assess the ’damage’ with my hand.

”It’s a bit sticky,” I said to Pete.

He turned to his back and looked at his belly. I could see his now soft penis, and his pubic hairs were full of sperm.

”You’ve got a lot of sperm on you too, ” I said, stating the obvious.

”Don’t call it sperm, dude. Makes you sound like a doctor. Call it cum, or baby juice, or jizz, or spunk. But not sperm, okay?”

”Okay. I guess. How come you know all this?”

”A while back, when I was over at Dan’s place, I overheard him and his friends talk about this stuff. They didn’t know I was listening, and back then, I didn’t really know what they were talking about. But now that we’re doing this, I know what they meant.”

”Makes sense… I’m going to clean up. You’re coming?”

Pete nodded and sat up straight. He groaned the moment he did this.

“Ohhh… Too much firewater, I guess,” he said and grabbed his forehead.

“Yeah. Two mugs are too much, I guess. You were a bit tipsy last night,” I giggled. “You practically couldn’t stand straight. I had to help you to bed.”

“I know… I don’t remember much after us jorking off. I’m sorry, Ron. I didn’t realize the stuff was this strong,” he said, looking apologetic.

“Don’t worry about it! Come on,” I said, offering my hand to help him stand up.

He looked at me, smiled, took my hand and I helped him to his feet. He looked a bit pale the moment he stood straight but he didn’t complain. I crawled out of our tipi first and breathed in the morning air deeply. I always loved this time of day in the woods! I guessed that it was about 8 am and the sun was already shining down on the far end of the pond. I figured that the quickest and easiest way to get clean was to walk a bit into the shallow end of the water and wash the cum off my back. But I didn’t want my loincloth to get wet because that would chafe me too long. The prospect of a cold, wet cloth on my dick all morning wasn’t too tempting. I figured that we were past modesty after last night and this morning, so I slid down my loincloth, put it on a nearby tree, and waded into the pool. It was a bit cold at first and I felt my penis shrinking.

“Holy moly!” I hissed as the cold water touched my balls.

My balls pulled themselves up to a point where they were practically inside my body. But the cool air and the refreshing water were doing a fantastic job at waking me up and clearing the haze from the night out of my head. I was standing with my back toward Pete, but I heard him walk into the pool behind me. I turned around and started washing the cum off my back. I looked at Pete, who was trying to get used to the cold water.

“This sure as hell is cold!” He said while a shiver went through his body.

I looked at his dick and it was pretty obvious the cold had the same effect on him. He quickly started washing his groin, and I was getting ready to get out. As I started going out, I could see Pete was eying my junk and then looked at his own.

“We can pass for two six-year-olds if it wasn’t for the pubes,” he giggled.

“Yeah. I know, right?” And I giggled too.

I got out of the water, took the towel I brought with me, and quickly dried off. As I did this, Pete walked out and stood beside me with his arms crossed, and he was still shivering. As soon as I was done, I handed my towel to Pete and he dried off too. We got dressed and began cooking breakfast.

The fire was back up to a nice warm fire, which we needed to cook the hotdogs we brought. Before I restarted the fire, I took a few charcoal pieces and placed them near the tent. Breakfast was great with our self-cooked hotdogs.

“Do you want to go first?” I asked while picking up a piece of charcoal.

“Sure!” Pete replied, got up, and reached out for the charcoal.

“I meant the first to be drawn. Not the first one drawing. Let me draw you first, then you can do me. Okay?” I said, pulling back the charcoal.

Pete shrugged and stood before me with his arms hanging down his sides. I started by placing some stripes on his face and forehead. It looked a bit like the camouflage we sometimes wore when playing war. So when I moved down to his chest, I decided to take a different approach. I drew over the lines of his collarbones and immediately liked the way it looked. Next, I drew lines around the muscles at his shoulders, which was also awesome. I stepped back and looked at what I did. I noticed that accentuating the muscles and some bones, made him look stronger. I tried to draw a sun in the middle of his chest, just above the bottom of his sternum and between his chest muscles. I found this a nice reference to his Indian name. The first sun was awful, so I quickly wiped it off with the wet towel. The next one was almost perfect.

I colored the undersides of his chest muscles black to see if the effect on his shoulders was the same on his chest. And because of the shadow effect, it was. So the next job at hand was his abdominal muscles. I started a few inches on each side of his navel and drew a line across these muscles toward his pubic bone. As I came close to his pubes with my first line, his loincloth seemed to come to life. It was still covered with the soft fabric, but it was obviously his boner.

“Sorry, bro. But you’re really close to my dick now, and I can’t help it. Just don’t poke yourself, okay?” he said to me with a big smile on his face.

I couldn’t come up with a witty reply to this quickly, so I decided to just keep on drawing. I did want to pay him back a little, so I painted two lines on each side of his dick. These lines went from his hips all the way to his ballsack. I tried not to touch his junk, but with both lines, the top of my hand touched his dick, which caused Pete to gasp slightly. I could barely hold back a giggle as this happened.

After I finished his legs, I told Pete to turn around. As he did this, he deliberately pushed his hips forward, so his dick almost hit me in the face. We both giggled a bit, and I quickly worked on his back. I used the same technique as I did on his front and just accentuated some stuff on his back. I learned Pete was ticklish at his buttocks because when I drew the round underside of them, he couldn’t stop squirming and giggling.

After I was done, I stepped back and let Pete turn around so I could see my complete work. His boner was gone, and I was proud of my work. He looked like an actual Indian from our history book, which I thought was pretty amazing. Pete looked at his reflection in the water, and although he could not see everything this way, he was still pleased with the result.

“Alright! Your turn,” he chirped, probably planning some sort of scheme.

So, he took some charcoal, made a nice sharp tip on it with his knife, and started working on me. I trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t do something stupid, like draw a big dick on my chest. And even if he did, no one would see it out here, so I wasn’t worried at all.

Pete also started with my face and worked his way down. I looked down at him working, and it was already clear he drew mostly the same way as I did. But as he went lower and approached my dick, I felt a slight stir in my groin. He spent a lot of time at the top of my loincloth, and I couldn’t quite see what he was doing, but all the action so close to my dick made me grow stiff again.

“Don’t poke yourself…” I giggled.

What Pete did next, surprised me big time! He moved my loincloth out of the way, took my erection in his hand, and drew three little symbols on it. One at the base, one halfway down my shaft, and one on my foreskin. I didn’t know what he was drawing, but the fact that someone was holding my dick made me not care. The tickling from the charcoal on it was amazing, and I couldn’t hold back a gasp. I could feel and see Pete was done, but he still sat on his knees before me. He looked at my dick and pulled my foreskin back a bit.

”I still think it’s weird,” he said while examining my now exposed glans.

”I don’t know any better,” I said while trying hard not to moan.

“I wanna try something. Hold still,” Pete said and got on his feet.

He took his boner in his hand and pointed it toward mine. I had no clue where this was going, but I was too excited to ask. Pete stepped forward a bit until the tip of his dick touched mine. Both our dicks were horizontal now. Pete pressed a bit harder and started pulling my foreskin toward his dick. We were both leaking a bit of, what I later learned, precum, which made the tip of our dicks slippery. Pete kept going and I saw my foreskin slide over his glans. It wasn’t a particularly nice feeling, but not bad either. And Pete was fondling my dick, which was nice by itself.

“There…” Pete said the moment almost his entire dickhead was covered with my foreskin.

I looked down and it was almost like we were Siamese twins grown together at our dicks.

“I don’t get it…” Pete said.

“What?”

“Why they cut off the skin. I mean… I like the way my dick is now, but having that extra skin isn’t bad either I suppose.”

“Yeah… I know. Mrs. Skinner said that the main reason they do this today in America is hygiene. But a lot of religions do it too, but because of their beliefs. But I can keep mine perfectly clean and I like my dick a lot too!” I giggled.

Pete stepped back and my skin slid back to its normal position. I put my loincloth back over my dick and Pete started working on my legs and back. After he finished, I checked myself in the water of the pool and liked what he did. The way he drew the lines made it look like I was a bit stronger and wider.

“How about your dew drops?” Pete asked.

“AH! Is that what that is!?” I asked.

“Yeah. I painted grass above your dick and the dewdrops coming from it on your dick. So when you’re taking a piss, you’re pissing dewdrops.” We both laughed at that. “You drew a sun on me, so I figured I needed to do something with your name too.”

“I like it!” I said and punched him playfully on his shoulder. “Let’s hunt!”

The fire was almost out by now, so we could leave the camp without the fear of burning down the forest. We both took our bow and arrows, our drinking bottles, closed the tipi, and went on our way. Pete walked in front of me and I giggled when I looked at his ass.

“What?!?” Pete asked, a bit annoyed.

“Nothing… It’s just that your butt is hypnotizing me now with the stripes on it and with you wiggling it so much,” I laughed.

Pete started laughing too and exaggerated the movement of his butt. Eventually, we found a nice secluded spot on the edge of an open field. We decided we would wait and see if we could shoot a rabbit or some other small animal. We made ourselves comfortable, so we wouldn’t have to move too much because we had to keep quiet for a while.

***

“Eeew! That’s gross!” Pete said as my knife sank into the stomach of the rabbit I shot.

“Relax man. It’s dead, so it won’t feel anything.”

I was the one that shot the rabbit. We were in our spot for about an hour, when the first animals showed up. Pete took the first shot at a squirrel and missed it by about a mile. The squirrel ran away. We didn’t have to wait long before the next animal showed up. I guessed our scent was only around the secluded spot we were sitting in now, so the animals dared to come sooner.

We took turns shooting at the animals. At his third shot, a skunk, it became obvious Pete wasn’t going to shoot anything. Each time he was way off and made a bit too much noise, which scared the animals away. My first three shots were all pretty close, but not just there yet. I got closer with each shot. So after Pete missed the third time, he let me take the next shots. I aimed, took a deep breath, and took the shot. It landed dead center in the head of the rabbit.

We were both very excited about our first catch as Indians, so we picked it up and practically ran back to our camp. Chris taught me a while back how to skin and gut an animal and how to prepare it so it can be eaten. We were planning on making a stew from it. We didn’t have a lot of seasoning, but Pete learned from Hank which of the herbs in the forest can be eaten.

After we gutted the rabbit, I placed the meat inside the pot so the meat could ripen a bit. We went looking for the herbs, and after a while, Pete figured we had enough. We prepared the stew, stoked the fire a bit, and put the pot in the cooler part of the fire, so it would cook slowly. While we looked at the stew, I was beaming with pride, and looking at Pete’s face, so was he.

“This is freakin’ awesome!” Pete said to me.

“I know! And if it doesn’t taste like horse doody, we’re pretty damn good Indians!”

“Your marks are fading…” he said and then looked at his chest. “So are mine…”

“We’re sweating like pigs,” I said, stating the obvious.

Moments later we were found splashing around in the swimming hole. We were about hip-deep in the water and having a good time! Of course, we were naked, which wasn’t an issue anymore for both of us, and the cool water was extremely refreshing. It didn’t feel nearly as cold as it did this morning. We splashed around, dunked each other, and grabbed each other’s dicks as often as we could. Of course, we were hard most of the time, and when Pete jumped on my back in an attempt to dunk me, I felt his hard dick at my lower back, nestled between the top of my cheeks.

If this happened yesterday, I’d feel gay and tell Pete to back off. But on the other hand, yesterday we would never be naked together. But now I found it amusing, and even a bit pleasant being so close to another person. So it didn’t bother me one bit. Despite my efforts, he succeeded in dunking me. During this roughhousing, we fell over a bit. When I was underwater, Pete crawled over me so I could get up and not drown. As he crawled over me, his boner rubbed me in the face. I didn’t know if he did it intentionally. But the moment his shaft brushed my lips, another thing Dan told us crossed my mind.

After about half an hour of roughhousing in the water, we were lying on our backs at the banks of the pond in the grass. We were lying in the shadows and it was hot enough to let the air dry us but cool enough to be comfortable and not be cold. I was feeling totally at ease lying here with my best friend. We weren’t talking, nor did we feel the need to talk. I heard the sounds of bees flying, and the soft breeze ruffling the leaves. It was so relaxing that I almost dozed off. At that moment, a bee was almost flying in my ear, and I slapped it away, which made me fully awake again. I glanced over at Pete and saw his chest moving up and down as if he was sleeping. I could see his eyes were closed, so the peace and quiet got the best of him. I glanced down and I saw his soft penis pointing toward me, resting on his thigh. This reminded me of the incident in the water.

Dan had told us about blowingjobs. Or that’s the word we remembered at least. The moment Pete’s shaft brushed my lips in the water, I felt an urge to try it. And now, lying here with him, I felt an almost unstoppable desire to put my best friend’s dick in my mouth. I was torn between talking to him about blowingjobs and just doing it and see where it ends. After last night and this morning, I figured he would probably be okay with it and not push me away or call me queer or something stupid like that. So after a short internal struggle, I moved my head down to his groin. I took a moment and looked at his dick in close-up. It looked different than mine, of course, because he was cut. But other than that, his dick was the same size and looked exactly like mine. He did have a few more hairs, though. But that could also be an optical illusion because he had dark black hairs and I had lighter red ones. After I was done studying, I couldn’t resist it anymore. So I took it in my hand and slipped my mouth over it.

“Huh! What? OOHH…” Pete said, obviously awakened by this sudden movement.

I felt his dick in my mouth, and it went from soft to hard in about three heartbeats. I liked the way it filled my mouth and the taste was good too. I didn’t know what to expect, but it didn’t taste like pee or other nasty stuff. It was just skin. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, so I closed my lips firmly around his shaft and moved my head up and down. Apparently, Pete liked it because he kept moaning constantly. I knew I had to keep my teeth away from his dick, but other than that, I didn’t have a clue on how to do it the right way. Right now I was just mimicking a hand with my lips and figured this was the correct way to do this. And judging by Pete’s moans, I was doing a good job.

But keeping my tongue in the back of my mouth was quite uncomfortable for me. It even started to hurt a bit. So I let it loose and tried not to touch his dick with it. But that was virtually impossible. And a few moments later, my tongue inevitably touched the tip of his dick. I immediately pulled my tongue back, but Pete moaned even louder when it touched his dick. Maybe he liked it? So I decided to test this and lapped my tongue over the underside of his dickhead.

“OOOOHHH! YEAH!” Pete moaned and his body squirmed beneath me.

“Okay… More tongue is better,” I said to myself.

I slowed down the up and down motion with my mouth and focused more on my tongue technique. I loosened my lips a bit and made sure my tongue lapped around his glans a lot. At some point, his dickhead brushed against my palate, which Pete seemed to enjoy too. So after a few minutes of blowing my best friend, I had learned a few techniques on how to give a proper blowingjob. When we heard Dan talk about blowingjobs, I focused mostly on the receiving end of it in my head. But now, as I was blowing Pete, I realized I also liked giving one a lot. I liked how his dick felt in my mouth, I liked the texture and the taste of the stuff that came out, but I specifically liked that I was making my best friend feel this awesome. Or at least that was what it seemed like. Don’t get me wrong, I was anxious about getting a blowingjob, to know how it felt. But judging by the way Pete was behaving, it must be something amazing.

“Ohhh… Ron… This is… Ohhh… Wow!” Pete moaned.

Good. The more he liked it, the bigger the chance he’d do me too. I started blowing him out of curiosity, but now the curiosity expanded toward getting blown myself.

“Hmmph…. I think I’m cumming, Ron! Ahh…” Pete managed to say between his moans.

Ehh… I then realized that I hadn’t thought this one through. I knew what was coming, but wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted Pete to cum. He jorked me off this morning after all, and I wanted to return the favor. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let him cum in my mouth. But on the other hand… I was curious about the taste and what would happen if I did let him cum in my mouth. And we both already established that what we were doing, wasn’t gay.

“The hell with it!” I thought and doubled my efforts on my best friend’s dick.

“Ohhhh… YEAH… It’s coming, Ron!” Pete moaned quite loudly.

I had no clue what to expect when Pete came. But now that I decided to go for it, I couldn’t wait. I felt his body tense beneath me and his dick grew fatter in my mouth. I had my eyes open and looked at his balls. I could see them being drawn toward his body as I felt the first spurt hit the back of my tongue. It tasted like… Well, I couldn’t determine that yet because another spurt landed on my tongue, so I had to swallow. The moment I swallowed the first two spurts, a third and fourth filled my mouth. The amount of cum decreased significantly, which allowed me to taste it. As I kept my mouth on his dick, but my tongue action to a minimum, I noticed it tasted both salty and sweet at the same time. The texture was a little bit thick, but not quite. Almost like really thin yogurt or something. But I knew one thing then and there. I liked it. And I wanted more.

“Stop… Too sensitive…” I heard Pete pant.

I sat up straight and let the last bit of cum go through my mouth one last time before I swallowed it. I looked over at Pete, laying on the grass with a shit-eating grin on his face, and his eyes closed. He was still breathing heavily, and tiny drops of sweat had formed on his forehead and upper lip. Pete opened his eyes and looked at me with a look of pure bliss.

“That was freakin’ AWESOME! Why did you do that?” he asked.

“I don’t know…” I timidly responded. “I saw you lying there with your dick out in the open, and I figured I’d try a blowingjob…”

“Wow. I’m glad you did, Bro. That was… Man!!”

I lay down beside Pete and let him enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm. I also needed to process what just happened. I mean… I liked it. I liked it a lot! I felt all warm and fuzzy inside from doing it.

“If you give me a minute, I’ll do you too if you want,” Pete said to me, looking me in the eyes.

“I want you to. But you don’t have to, dude. I didn’t blow you, so you would blow me in return. I just wanted to do it.”

“What did it taste like?” Pete questioned, avoiding my answer. “Did it taste like pee?”

“No. Not at all! I was a bit afraid of that too. Your dick tastes like skin. Almost like licking a finger.”

“And my cum?”

“Not bad, actually. A mix of sweet and salty… A hint of bitterness… Really not bad. I expected much worse!” I chuckled.

Pete looked over, smiled at me and his eyes immediately went to my dick, which was pointing toward my navel, and was as hard as It’s ever been.

“I want to try it too,” he said, crawled on his knees, and moved his head toward my dick.

Without hesitation, he took my dick in his hand and pointed it at his mouth. I propped up on my elbows to see what he was doing and was treated to a sensational view. He looked at my dick and planted a sloppy wet kiss on the tip.

“Do I need to pull the skin back or not?” he asked, looking back at me.

“Ehhh… I don’t know…”

“Well… Let’s try it both ways then,” he said, opened his mouth, and lowered it over my dick.

The feeling I felt on my dick was overwhelming. Pete’s mouth was warm and wet and it was like nothing I ever felt before. The moment he started moving his head up and down, it was like fireworks were going off in my head. I was still propped up on my elbows, but the moment Pete started bobbing, I closed my eyes, and I involuntarily threw my head back. As I was enjoying Pete’s mouth on my dick, I felt him lay his hand on my pubes, at the base of my dick. On his next upward move with his mouth, his hand gripped my dick and started to pull back my foreskin.

The next thing I knew, was Pete’s tongue lapping away over my now exposed glans. It was a bit more sensitive this way, but I loved it too. I couldn’t decide which I preferred.

I looked down and saw Pete sitting on his knees. His butt was pointing toward me, and his stiff dick was visible between his parted legs. I lifted my head further to look down at the action. He was still holding my dick, and I could see it disappear in his mouth. It was obvious his tongue was doing a lot of work. Not only could I feel this on my dick, but his tongue movement was clearly visible on the outside of his mouth. It was an extremely erotic sight.

”Ohhh… This is hmmmmm, ” I managed to say.

My moans made Pete increase the effort he put into it. His tongue work intensified, and his hand started jorking me off at the same time. I felt the pressure building in my balls. I wasn’t too familiar with this yet, but it was a lot stronger than last time when Pete jorked me off. I wasn’t sure what Pete wanted to do, so I decided to warn him.

”Ahhh… Pete! I’m almost cumming…” I moaned and tried to hold back as long as I could, but had no clue yet on how to do this right.

”Hmmm,” I felt Pete moan on my dick.

This was an indication that Pete wanted to taste my cum too. So I dropped my efforts and let the good feelings wash over me. At first, I felt a tingling all around my pelvic area. This tingle drew toward my balls, penis, and the top of my head. The tingle in my balls grew stronger and stronger until it was almost unbearable. I heard myself moan loudly, and at that moment, everything went black and I could only see bright sparks in front of my eyes.

My balls felt like they were exploding and I could feel my cum going into my dick. As I felt my first spurt leave the tip of my dick, I noticed that Pete’s mouth was firmly around it, and he had stopped jorking me. His hand wasn’t on my dick anymore, but he was cupping my balls.

This realization added to the whole experience, and I felt about five or six spurts leaving my dick. It was such an overwhelming experience that I just had to lay down on my back. I just couldn’t keep myself propped up on my elbows anymore.

Pete was still cupping my balls and playing with them. He had stopped the actions with his mouth but was sucking every last drop out of me. He was literally sucking on my dick. I was sensitive down there now, but this wasn’t unpleasant. This sucking lasted a few seconds before his hand went from my balls to my dick. He slowly slid my foreskin back over my glans when my dick left his mouth and gently laid my softening dick back on my stomach. After that, he sat up straight and looked down at me. Now his shit-eating grin made sense. I had one too.

”That was freakin’ awesome, ” I said with that smile never leaving my face.

”I know, bro. It’s the best,” Pete laughed. ”And you’re right. Cum doesn’t taste bad!” and he licked his lips.

I couldn’t help but laugh when he did this, and Pete started giggling too. He laid down on the grass next to me. We both laid on our backs, looking at the sky. I didn’t know what to say or do now, so I decided to just lay there and relax a bit. Pete must’ve felt the same way too because we were both quiet for a few minutes.

”I don’t care if this is gay or not, ” Pete said. ”I love the way it feels and I want to keep doing it.”

Pete looked at me, and I could see him blushing. I figured he was a bit ashamed of his feelings. So was I. I loved giving and getting blowingjobs. But I also knew that if someone at school found out, our lives would turn to shit.

”I love it too, Pete! But we have to keep it between us, you know.”

”Of course I do! But that doesn’t mean that we can’t do it when we’re alone, ” he smiled.

”I’m so glad we figured this out together. If I knew it felt this good, I would’ve started it years ago!” and I started giggling again.

”I hear you!” Pete said and giggled too.

”But I still want to fuck a girl, ” I said a bit more seriously.

”Don’t worry. Me too! It’s not like we’re boyfriends now, right?” Pete said with a hint of uncertainty.

”No. I don’t think so, no. We’re more like friends with benefits, I think.”

”Yeah. That’s about right, I guess,” Pete said. ”I mean… I love you, man. But not like that. You know what I mean?”

”I do. And I’m glad you feel the same as I do. I don’t want a fight over this…”

”Don’t worry, bro. We won’t.”

Pete rolled over and hugged me. I felt his soft penis against my hip but decided to ignore it. It wasn’t a sexual hug, just two friends expressing their affection. I hugged him back, and after a few moments, Pete broke the hug and sat on his knees.

”Why don’t we finish the work on the sweat lodge? That way, maybe we can use it next time we’re here.”

I was glad we found a task at hand to take our minds off the sex part. So, we put our loincloths back on. The next two hours we worked on the side of the pond, finishing our small sweat lodge. Every now and then, we stirred the stew, which was smelling delicious by now.

End of part two

As you can see, they’re having the time of their lives. Exploring your sexuallity together with your best friend is an amazing thing! And believe me, I know. It’s autobiographical, remember?

Simul illud remanens

By the way… The featured picture (I know, not the best quality, but I like it nevertheless) above this post is a still from a video I found on youtube. It’s about a group of kids exploring the world on a sailboat. In this particular part they end up with a local tribe, adopting their habits and lifestyle. There are also a lot of topless teenage girls in here. You can check it out here if you like.

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Indian Summer – Part one

First Time, Gay, Masturbation, Teens, True | Indian Summer

Indian Summer – Part One
By
Jason Crow

In the summertime, when the weather is hot, my best friend Pete and I went into the woods behind our houses a lot. We did this since the moment I moved here. We played all sorts of stuff out there, but at the moment, it’s mostly war. We were both dressed in second-hand army clothes, and we made our own weapons from old, leftover pieces, of plywood and stuff. They weren’t just sticks or something that looked a little bit like an assault rifle. Nope. Pete and I spend a lot of time crafting the wood into actual M16, AK47, MP5, and some pistols. That was our thing. We liked to play stuff, but to us, everything we did needed to be as real as it could get.

It was the summer of 1987. Our vacation was about to start. The Berlin Wall was standing strong and the Russians were our enemies. President Reagan was weeks away from telling Gorbachov to tear down that wall, but no one I knew cared about that. Everybody sang along with Bon Jovi’s ‘Livin on a Prayer’. No one knew what a Rick-roll was, but Rick Astley was singing his song over and over again on the radio. Nobody ever heard of the internet yet, and a telephone was just used for talking to other people. Yeah. Life was simpler back then. That’s for sure.

But my life wasn’t always that simple. I have lived with my grandparents in south-east Missouri for about seven years now. My name is Ronald or, as most people call me, Ron. Well… technically, my name is Dewdrop, but my grandparents changed it officially to Ronald. I’m twelve, almost thirteen, have pale skin, and reddish hair. I’m four eleven and on the skinny side.

My mom ran away from home when she was fourteen, almost fifteen. She was one of these people who are easily manipulated, and that was also the reason she ran away. She’d always been rebellious, according to my grandparents. So, in 1975 when she met one of the ‘Children of the Divine Sunlight’ followers, she decided she wanted to join them. It took her just a little bit of planning, and one evening, she was gone. No note, no signs of where she went. Just gone.
Her parents, my grandparents obviously, were devastated and full of fear of what happened to their daughter. About half a year later, they heard from someone who knew someone, that knew someone… They learned their daughter joined that obscure cult. The FBI was investigating the cult because of some disturbing signs that people were brainwashed, and because there were some hints of them wanting to commit mass suicide to achieve maximum enlightenment. Or some bullshit like that.

But the cult was very closed, and no one ever left it. That fact alone was a bad sign, but then there were also some tales about adult-child sex. My grandparents did everything in their power to free their daughter, but it was virtually impossible.

After a few years, they heard about me being born. Their divine leader knocked up my mom, just like he did most of the women there. By the time my grandparents knew, I was already five years old, but this changed everything for them. My grandfather served two tours in Vietnam with the special forces. He wasn’t on active duty anymore but served in the reserves at the training facility we lived nearby. But, of course, he was still close friends with some of his former special forces mates, and they came up with a plan to rescue us from the cult. This plan had to be put in motion quicker than they originally intended because the signals of their ‘ending the time on earth and transit into the spirit world above’ grew a lot stronger lately.

So, one night I was taken from the cabin I slept in with four other kids and was returned to my grandparent’s house. They tried to rescue my mom too, but she refused to leave. In fact, she alarmed everyone, which meant our getaway was loud and a bit messy, I later learned. I don’t remember much from my time there, nor the rescue mission. I do remember bits of the compound and the fact that people hardly wore clothes there. But that’s about all.

The intel we had about the planned mass suicide, unfortunately, was true. A little under a week after my rescue, I walked into the living room and saw my grandparents crying. On the tv was the compound I knew, and I saw bodies lying everywhere. But luckily it didn’t register that they were dead and that something awful had happened there. They just appeared to be sleeping to me.

I do remember the funeral. Everyone was sad, and there were a lot of people in the house after the funeral. That was also the first time I met Pete. He lived next door, and he and his parents came over to pay their condolences to my grandparents. I was sitting on the swing in the backyard, not quite knowing how to cope with my feelings.

“Mind if I join you out here? It’s a bit depressing inside…” he asked.

He didn’t wait for my answer and sat on the swing next to me. I looked at him and he looked at me.

“I’ve never seen you around here… Are you related or something?”

“Sort of…” I said.

I wasn’t in the mood for talking, but he did seem nice, so I didn’t walk away.

“What does THAT mean?” he asked a bit annoyed.

“My mom died, alright!? And now I have to go to some stupid orphanage or something. So stop bugging me. Okay!”

“Wow… sorry dude! I didn’t know that. I’m sorry…” he replied, clearly a bit ashamed about his rudeness.

I immediately felt sorry for my blunt reply.

“It’s okay… You couldn’t know that. I’m Ron,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Pete!” he said and stuck out his hand so I could shake it.

We shook hands, and from that moment on, we were best friends.

My grandparents automatically got custody of me. There were no other options, and they were thrilled to have me, so that was an easy deal. And considering the fact they were really young when my mom was born, combined with the fact that my mom was only fifteen when she got me, they could easily pass for a-little-older-than-usual parents. I didn’t want to call them mom and dad, grandpa and grandma, or anything in that line, so we opted for first names. From then on it was Chris and Marla.

We lived in a big farmhouse, but we hardly had any cattle. A big forest lay directly at our backyard and was practically owned by Chris and Hank. Hank is our next-door neighbor and Pete’s dad. It was a pretty big piece of forest, and only accessible through our backyards. I never saw anyone else in these woods for as long as I lived there. The house and the forest were the main reason Chris bought this house. Of course, the proximity of the Army Reserve Station was the initial reason. Obviously, there were more houses available in the area. But, because of the forest, he bought this one.

Our neighbor’s house was close. Not close enough to hear everything that was going on there, but also not so far away, you needed a car to get there. It was about a five-minute walk. Our two houses were a bit in the sticks, though. The next house in our vicinity was a few minutes away by car. And the small town was a bit further.

Having Pete next door to play with, was a big plus for me. We were both twelve, and our birthdays were just eighteen days apart, with him being older. His birthday is just after the summer in August, which means we’re both almost thirteen. Pete is also a twin. His sister Maya is a few minutes younger than him. The three of us got along really well, but it was mostly just Pete and me hanging out. Sometimes Maya would join us, but only if she didn’t have a friend to play with, and their mom ordered us to play with her too.

We spent a lot of time in Pete’s shed, building the stuff we could play with when we went into the forest. We’d almost finished an M60 replica that Rambo liked a lot, so it was a no-brainer that we needed it too. We were planning on a weekend in the forest to play war again and asked our parents if we were allowed to stay the night there, but they didn’t allow us. First, the school year needed to be over, and then we were allowed to camp out. Just like last year. Only last year, Hank or Chris joined us in the woods because they thought we were too young to stay out there alone. Of course, that was last year when we were eleven, and this year we were allowed to stay out there on our own.

School was still in session, so staying in the words was limited to the weekends. On Saturday, we decided to go into the woods at 6 am and stay there until around 8 pm. This wasn’t unusual for us. We had an army tent there and we brought enough water and food with us to last a few days. We’d put up the tent near a small swimming hole, which was our favorite spot out there. The swimming hole looked like it came directly out of a Bob Ross painting. Trees were hanging over the water to create nice shady spots. There was a big rock in the center where we could lie on or jump from. And on the banks of the swimming hole, there was a nice, and soft spot with grass and moss for us to lie down on.

We had a campfire place where we could cook and even had a small toilet, or better: a hole in the ground, where we could take a dump if we needed to. Peeing was done at a designated spot outside our camp, near the toilet.

After we put all our stuff in the tent and got comfy, we discussed the plans for today. As always, one of us would hide in the woods, and the other one would be hunting him. The only difference this time was that the hunter had the M60. We both knew these parts of the woods so well that it was getting a bit old. After eating lunch, we decided to go swimming. We did that more often, but not too much because the water was cold, and it took a lot of time before our undies were dry again. We always went swimming in our underwear. Back then, the plain white Fruit of the Loom bikini style briefs was the underwear every boy wore. We weren’t an exception.

Pete and I never saw each other naked after around our ninth birthday. I don’t know why, but we didn’t bathe again together, and in situations like this we kept our underwear on. We weren’t doing it deliberately. It just happened this way. Of course, swimming in white underwear meant that most of our junk would show anyway. But that didn’t matter to us, we weren’t naked. After swimming, we sat down in front of our tent and let the sun and wind dry us. When we were dry again, we went for another game of war. And another. And another.

After we cooked dinner, we sat down to eat it.

“Pete?”

“Whazzup?” Pete replied with his mouth full.

“I’m getting a bit tired of war…”

Pete looked at me, and I could see him swallowing his food.

“I know what you mean. Me too, if I’m honest. It’s always the same. We’re both too good at it,” He said.

“But I really like our camp and hanging out here.”

“Me too! And I want to camp out here without any adult bugging us,” the look on his face brightened saying this.

We were silent for a bit, both lost in our own thoughts.

“You know what might be fun too?” I asked.

“Indians!” Pete replied enthusiastically.

“Yeah! How did you know?” I asked.

“Well… we did have that lesson about them last week, and I figured that might be fun to do too,” Pete replied.

“I know. And during class, I was thinking about all the opportunities we have when we’re doing this. I mean… we can make real bows and arrows, an original tipi, a headdress, a totem pole…”

“Yeah! We’ll turn this camp into an Indian village! And we can dress like them with the loincloths and headdress, and do rain dances, make a sweat-lodge…” Pete rattled on.
It was pretty obvious we were both pretty hyped about the idea. We still had a few weeks left to do our first sleepover here in true Indian style. But we were both determined to make it work. The rest of the day, and during our walk back, we spent planning everything. The hardest part was the tipi. We needed the stuff for that, and I offered to arrange the stuff we needed for it. I was sure Chris knew some people that could help me with that. The totem pole was easy, according to Pete. There was a large part of an old tree lying around, which he could turn into a pole. That was his job during the coming week.

***

It was our last week before school ended and this week we would be hauling or stuff into the woods each day. One day, we even did two runs to get our stuff out there. Our army tent was already gone, and the stuff for the tipi was almost completely there. We hauled the last bits up there and put up our tipi. It was big enough for six people if we wanted to, but we didn’t mind that one bit. This way, we could fit in all our stuff and still have leftover space. It was Wednesday evening, and we were walking back to our home. All that was left to do for us, was haul the totem pole up there.

The next evening we would be finishing our bows. We didn’t make it from some spare wood lying around this time. We bought some high-quality wood that was the best for creating a bow and we each carved some ancient signs in them. We couldn’t use animal gut or something like that as a string, of course, but Pete’s dad found some excellent parachute cord that would probably be even better. After we put everything together and the bows were tested for their strength, we wanted to try them out. We took some of the arrows we made and tested our bows in the backyard. Maya, Hank, and Chris came to look at how we did.

Apparently, I built a better bow than Pete. Or maybe I was a better shot than him because I hit almost all the targets after we shot the first test arrows.
And then there were the loincloths… Pete was in charge of these. We had a tryout session in his room and the loincloths were WAY too small. We both kept our underwear on, but even a baby couldn’t hide his penis under this. So I decided to help him with this. The string he decided to use, which needed to go around our waists, was perfect. It was a bit elastic and about half an inch wide and felt soft and comfy on my skin. The cloth itself was the problem. It was stiff, too thick, and way too short. I chose a soft, almost silk-like fabric, tripled it in size, and made sure it was long enough. After I was done, the fabric ended halfway between my ball sack and my knee. Pete hadn’t thought about our backsides either, so I added a piece of cloth there too.

But when I fitted the new loincloth in my room, the undies just didn’t do it. They needed to go, so it was just the loincloth obscuring the view. I tried it this way and looked at myself in my full-length mirror. And I liked it. The two cloths hid all the precious jewels that needed to be hidden, but they also made me look real Indian too. There was just a slight problem with the pubes I started growing recently. They were peeking out over the top of the cloth. Not a real big problem because I figured Pete had these too already, but they were visible this way. I decided to cut off the most prominent ones but didn’t want to cut off all of them. I was too proud of having pubes now, after all. I did feel a bit sexy in this cloth and I sported a boner. It was still hidden from view by the cloth, but it was impossible to hide the fact that I was sporting one. This could possibly become a problem, but I guessed I’d figure this one out later.

***

Well… Eventually, school ended and we immediately wanted to sleep in our Indian village we created in the forest. That Friday afternoon we walked toward our camp. We were going to stay for two nights in a row and would be eating there both evenings. We were completely psyched! Our backpacks were filled with food, candy, drinks, and the usual camping stuff like flashlights and air mattresses. The walk was almost half an hour, but it went by so quickly, we both were surprised we were already there. We put our stuff inside the tipi and our sleeping stuff inside the mosquito net we hung inside.

This was also the moment we started going native, so we needed to shed our clothes and wear loincloths and headdresses. I was the first to go inside, and I disrobed quickly. I put my clothes in the plastic bag I brought with me for this purpose and put them away. I put on the cloth and quickly pulled down my Fruit of the Looms before I could chicken out. Next was my headdress and I immediately felt like an Indian. We would also put some stripes on our faces and chests, but we decide to do that the next morning with the charcoal from this night’s fire.

I crawled out of our tipi and stood before Pete, who looked me over from head to toe and admitted he was impressed with the way I looked. I felt pretty naked standing in front of him, but I tried not to think about it too much. My dick was covered up after all. Pete got up and went inside to change. He’d already put down the pieces of carpet around the fireplace for us to sit on. We did have three chairs and a bench, but we found it more realistic to sit on the ground like Indians.

A few moments later Pete came out of the tipi. And I admitted to him that I was impressed too. We wore the same outfit, of course, but seeing it on another person was a lot different. Pete looked almost exactly like me. He was a few days older, so the development of our bodies was practically equal. He too was on the skinny side but with a darker complexion. His belly was tight without a sign of a six-pack, and his belly button was an outie. His shoulders were a bit broader than me and his chest was a bit wider. At 5 feet he was a tiny bit taller than me. He had brown hair and grey eyes. I could see some hairs peeking out above the elastic band that had the cloth attached, so he was growing pubes too, just like me.

“I feel like I’m naked dude…” he said as he kept his arms in front of his chest.

“I know. Me too. Let’s go and do something to get our minds off this, okay?”

We both took our bow and arrows and went into the woods. There was a small open spot a few minutes away. We figured we could go there for our target practice. At home, we made a few fake bunnies and took some of them with us. We were carrying them over our shoulders, along with our bow and arrows. Pete was walking in front of me, and I kept my eyes focused on the exposed bits of his butt. The outer parts of his cheeks were exposed, and the movement of them when he walked, almost hypnotized me. I didn’t consider myself gay, although I’ve never given it much thought. But I also didn’t label ‘looking at another boy’s body’ as gay.

We put down our targets and took turns shooting at them. I was way better at this than Pete, so I offered to give him some pointers. He accepted this gratefully. I took a few steps back and looked at his posture, the way he held his bow, the way he positioned his feet.. all that kind of stuff. Pete fired four arrows with me looking at him. When he fired his third arrow, I noticed that the front flap of his loincloth moved up when he fired his arrow. This briefly exposed parts of his penis, which I found very interesting. Once again, I wasn’t gay but curious as hell about these things.

“Do two more,” I said after his fourth arrow. “And lift your elbow higher at the back.”

During these two arrows, I saw his entire penis, by mentally adding up the flashes he gave me. He was my size, only his penis was circumcised, where I wasn’t. The shooting was going slightly better, but not by much, so I walked over to Pete. He took his position and I stood beside him. I lifted his elbow, just like I said. But he didn’t know exactly what I meant. I laid my left hand on his lower abdomen, just above the waistband of his loincloth, and pressed on it so he would stand straighter. I felt some hair tickling my fingers but decided to ignore that.

“Try shooting like this now,” I said and looked Pete in his eyes, keeping my hands where they were, so he would stay like this.

I noticed his face was red, but couldn’t quite place why. Until I saw movement in the corner of my eye and instinctively looked down at what was moving. I didn’t expect what I saw. His cloth was sticking out, and it was obvious he was sporting a boner. Luckily for him, the cloth was still covering his dick.

“Ehh…” I didn’t quite know what to say to this, so I chose to ignore it. “Just shoot, Pete!”

He tensed his belly muscles more, I could feel that quite clearly, and he fired his bow. His arrow struck the target dead center. He stepped back a bit and my eyes went to his crotch. Looking at Pete like this made my own pecker rise too, and was fully hard in no time. Pete’s eyes went to my boner too.

“Well… this is awkward…” I said, trying to break the tension.

“No shit!” Pete laughed. “You want to put your undies back on?”

“Nah… It’ll pass. Do you?”

“No. Guess we need to get used to walking around practically naked. I didn’t think this one through. I just figured it would add to the whole Indian vibe,” Pete said and smiled at me.

“It does! Good thing it’s just the two of us. Think about going to school like this!” I laughed.

Pete started laughing too and before we knew it, we were both soft again.

We went back to camp and got ourselves a nice fire going. Darkness would come soon, and we learned from experience that making a fire in the dark is quite an adventure. So, by the time it was dark, we were sitting around the fire, Indian style, of course, waiting for our stew to be ready. Karen, Pete’s mom, made this for us, so we could heat it on our fire. And by cooking this for us, she was sure we had a decent meal.

“It’s a good thing it’s summer,” Pete said.

“Huh?”

“Well… Considering I’m not wearing much, I’m not cold at all”

”You’re right! Never thought of that. In fact, the fire feels kinda hot.” I said and slapped a mosquito sitting on my arm.

”Did you remember to put on the bug spray?” Pete asked and he threw the bottle to me.

”Thanks!” I said and sprayed my body from head to toe with the anti-bug stuff.

I threw the bottle to Pete and sat back down again. We were both lost in our own thoughts for a while. That is one thing I like about Pete so much. We can be together and be quiet for over an hour, without the need to talk. And that was what was happening now.

”Ehh, Ron?” Pete said after a while.

”S’up?”

”Your stuff…” he said and looked at my crotch.

I was sitting Indian style and wasn’t boned up, I was sure of that. But apparently, the cloth covering my front had a mind of its own. The waistband had shifted and now my cloth hung completely the other way. This way my entire package was exposed.

”Oops!” I blushed and quickly corrected my fashion error.

”Don’t worry about it. I can handle it” he smiled. ”Hey! We should come up with some typical Indian names for ourselves!”

”Good idea!” I said, thankful for the subject change.

“Lemme think…” Pete said and went quiet.

“I think I’ll go with ‘Ray of sun,” he said a few moments later. “How about you?”

“I think my name will be ‘Dewdrop’,” I said.

Pete knew I had experienced something in the past, but he never knew how or what. That also meant he never knew my real birth name. So why not use it now?

”That settles it then. Let’s eat, Dewdrop. I think it’s ready.”

”Alright, Ray of sun. I’ll get the plates,” I said and went into our tipi to get the plates and spoons.

We ate Karen’s stew and talked about our plans for the rest of the weekend. Tomorrow we’d go hunting for real rabbits. The moccasins we made proved to be perfect and we could easily go through the woods with these on our feet. So one concern we had about this outfit was gone. A swimming break was definitely part of the program because tomorrow, we would get a blazing hot afternoon.

Another thing we both agreed to was a weather dance we needed to do this evening. We made these small drums we saw in our history books, and we needed to put them to use too.

”I brought us some firewater too…” Pete almost whispered.

”Huh!?”

”I took some bottles from my dad’s liquor cabinet, stupid!” he laughed. ”I mixed some of them to create the firewater.”

”Oh… Why?”

”The Indians drink some special potion before their dance, so they could get into a trance. That way, they’ll get closer to the spirits.”

”Right… I’ve read something about that,” I responded, but not sure if I wanted to drink it.

We washed our dishes in the collapsible army bucket and set them to dry. By now, it was completely dark. I went inside the tipi, took my flashlight, and made sure my air mattress was blown up, so I could sleep tonight. Pete figured he’d do it later, and he wasn’t in the mood now. He said he’d watch the fire and get our firewater ready.

I was done setting up my sleeping arrangements for the night and crawled out of the tipi when I saw Pete set down his mug with a slam.

”AHHH! Wow! That’s some strong stuff,” he said, looking at me.

“You drank one already?” I asked, a bit annoyed.

”I needed to test if it’s okay dude…” he said and poured us both a new cup.

I don’t know what kind of mixture he made, but it was a coffee mug containing some sort of a brownish liquid.

”To the spirits!” Pete said as he held up his mug for us to toast.

”To the spirits!” I responded, and we banged our mugs together.

We both drank it down in one swift motion. The mugs weren’t too big. It took me two big gulps to get it empty. But damnit! Pete was right. This was strong stuff! I coughed a bit, setting it down as I felt the warm glow flow through my throat. That made Pete laugh, but I could see he struggled too.

”Now we wait in silence for the firewater to start working, so we can dance all night,” Pete said and looked into the fire.

I knew he was joking about dancing all night. And I wasn’t too much into the dancing, but we both figured it needed to be done, considering we were Indians now. We sat there both watching the flames and lost in our thoughts. Flames can be pretty hypnotic, I learned then and there. I felt my head getting a bit light and I felt warm all over. As I was thinking about all this, I heard the sound of a drum beside me. Pete had picked up his hand-made drum and started a monotonous drum sequence. This added to the hypnotic effect of the fire.

Moments later, I heard ruffling beside me, and I looked over. Pete stood up and started moving his body to the rhythm of the drums. It looked a bit silly at first, but as he really got into it, I felt the urge to join him. I saw his bronze body moving in the shimmering light of the campfire. His loincloth was swaying from left to right on the rhythm of his motions. Every now and then a bit of his penis peeked out, but it didn’t bother me at all.

I picked up my drum and started playing at a different pace than Pete, but I matched his rhythm. I got up and joined him, dancing around the fire. Although calling it dancing is a bit of a stretch. We moved around the fireplace on the rhythm of our drums, with our bodies making all sorts of odd moves. But for some reason, we were both really into it. I don’t know if it was the firewater, the monotonous drums, the fire, or a combination of these, but I felt like I was in some sort of trance. And from what I saw, so was Pete. I felt my loincloth shift a bit during the dancing, but because I was so into it, I decided to leave it at that and only pay attention to the dance. I looked over at Pete and noticed he had the same problem as I did. His penis and balls were showing entirely, and he didn’t notice or didn’t care, because he was dancing like he was the only person in the world. But what struck me most about looking at him this way was that he was stiff. His boner pointed upward and was swaying with the motions of his body. That’s when I realized I was stiff too. I was so engrossed in the dancing that I hadn’t noticed it. This must’ve been something to behold when you walked into the forest back then. Two practically naked boys with their boners on display, dancing around a campfire. I wish I had a video of it now to look back at it.

I don’t know what it was, probably the firewater, but I decided to keep on dancing. I felt so at ease with myself dancing this way, and seeing Pete go on like this was enough to keep me going. Even if I was on display like this. Feeling my penis bob up and down with each motion, the wind on it, and sometimes a gush of warm air from the campfire made me tingly all over, and especially in my penis. Looking back now, I was just getting horny from walking around practically naked, my best friend’s boner on display, and a big mug of booze. But back then, I didn’t know what was going on. I never had an orgasm, and my penis was just there so I could pee. Sure, lately I had a lot of stiffies, and I didn’t know where that came from. But other than that, nothing even remotely sexual had entered my mind.

The tingly feeling in my penis kept rising, and I just HAD to touch it! So, I took it in my hand and continued dancing like this. That meant that my drum stopped making sound at that moment, and made Pete look over to me. He saw me holding my hardon and smiled. I just pulled back my foreskin a bit in an attempt to release the pressure and started drumming again. Now it was Pete’s turn to take hold of his dick. He looked at me doing as he did this, and kept dancing. I didn’t know what to think of it, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him now. This lasted a few seconds and we danced, just like before.

I was getting a bit tired and all sweaty. So, when I reached the carpet I sat on earlier, I dropped my drums and laid flat on my back, panting. Of course, my penis was still out in the open and my foreskin pulled back a bit, but I didn’t care about that at all. I was too tingly all over and needed a way to deal with that, but didn’t know how to do it.

As I was contemplating all this, Pete completed his circle and dropped his drums too. He didn’t go to his own carpet but instead came to mine. He laid down on his back too and looked at the stars, but with his head on my belly. We were lying there in a T-shape. His head was quite close to my penis this way, which added to the tingles I felt. He laid to my left, and I looked over at his body. The first thing I saw, was his penis standing up from his groin. I was getting a bit confused by now because I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. It looked absolutely magnificent in the glimmering light of the fire. I could see his dickhead was a bit darker than mine, and he had a few more hairs than me. But other than that, we were the same. Even hard like this.

“I think I want to try to jock off now…” Pete said out of the blue, with a slight slur in his speech.

“He is right!!” shot through my head as if a light bulb flipped on. “That is the way to get rid of that tingle in my penis. At least that’s what Dan said.”

Dan was Pete’s older cousin. During the birthday of Pete’s mom, he came to visit with his parents. At some point during the day, Dan, Pete, and I were in Pete’s room when Dan started talking about the sex stuff he learned recently. He didn’t show us anything, but he talked us through the mechanics of it all. We hung on every word he said. And when Dan was gone, and it was just Pete and me, we decided to try it sometimes, because it sounded really interesting to us. We didn’t quite remember all the terms, but we were close enough to understand what was meant. And of course, a little bit later in our lives, we learned the correct terms.

“Me too…” I said and heard myself slur a bit too. “Wanna do it here?”

Pete didn’t wait for an answer, and I saw him gripping his pecker. His fist moved slowly up and down on his penis and a small moan escaped his mouth.

“Ohhh… Ron… You must try it too!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. With my right hand, I gripped my penis and mimicked Pete’s movements. And he was right! This felt amazing! I had to do it slightly differently because I could use my foreskin to move over my glans. I figured that one out already.

“Ohhhh… This IS good, Pete!” I moaned.

“Mmmm…” was all he replied.

We laid there moaning and jacking ourselves off in the dimming light of the fire. Feeling Pete’s head so close to my penis added another level to it all for me. I felt my balls moving with each tug I gave my penis and touched Pete’s head now and then with my wrist. In the corner of my eye, I saw Pete abruptly let go of his penis as if he was stung by a bee. Now he laid there panting and his dick twitching.

“What is it, Pete?” I asked worried and temporarily stopped moving my hand.

“I think I need to pee…” he slurred a bit worried, between his gasps.

“You need to keep going, dude! That’s what Dan said, at least. If you do, the sperm will come out and you’ll feel great. Remember?”

“Yeah… But what if it is pee?”

“I promise if it is I’ll never tell anyone! What happens here, stays here. That’s the deal we made,” I said and started moving my hand again.

That was enough reassurance for Pete. He started moving again too, and I focused on his penis again, feeling a growing tingle in my balls. I never felt anything like this before in my life. Here I was with my best friend, doing something we knew was naughty. But the fact that we did this together made it so much better. I heard Pete’s panting increase again and he started moaning more loudly.

“Ahhh… I think it’s happening, Ron!” he moaned and the speed of his hand increased. “OHH! AHHH!!”

I looked at his penis and saw two spurts of watery fluid shoot from his dick onto his chest. His hand moved slowly, now and a bit more dribbled out of his piss slit.

“How was it!? Was it pee, or sperm?” I asked real curious by now.

“It was… It’s… Ah… You gotta continue, dude!” he whispered and turned his head toward my penis.

I increased the speed of my jacking now because I was too curious to miss out on this. Knowing Pete’s eyes were glued on my dick, and feeling his breath on it, increased the tingle in my balls significantly.

“You sure It’s not pee? Ahh…” I asked as I felt the pressure rising.

“No, dude! Keep going!” he slurred again.

So I kept going. The pressure in my balls was building, and I tried to hold it back the same way as I tried holding back my pee. But that didn’t help at all! The pressure was unstoppable, and it was a good thing Pete encouraged me to go on because otherwise, I would’ve stopped. And then it happened. The dam broke, and I felt a warm blanket fall over me and butterflies dancing inside my penis and balls. I came for the first time in my life.

“AHHHH… I’m mngngn…” I managed to get out of my throat.

I felt three spurts leaving my penis before the feeling died down a bit. I slowed down my movement, but there was still a tiny bit of stuff coming out. I couldn’t think. I just laid there.

I felt Pete’s head-turning over toward me and looked down at him. I couldn’t suppress a giggle because drops of my sperm were in his face. He didn’t seem to care because he just smiled at me.

“Oh boy… I didn’t know I needed this,” he said.

“Yeah. Dan was right! This is amazing stuff. Why didn’t he tell us this sooner!? I mean… That stuff shooting out of my penis felt great! Sorry, I slimed you though…” I apologized.

“Don’t worry. I knew I should’ve moved, but I wanted to see it up close.” He slurred again. “And stop calling it penis, dude. You’re not a teacher. Call it dick, or cock, or prick, or dong, or fuckstick, or…”

I couldn’t stop laughing at that last one. Especially the way he said it. I was a bit worried about Pete, though. He seemed drunk by the way he talked, but he didn’t act like a drunk. I was still feeling the effect of the firewater myself but was feeling clear enough to know everything we were doing.

“Wanna go to bed?” Pete yawned loudly.

“I do. Don’t we need to clean ourselves up?”

“Oh yeah…” Pete said, making no move to stand up.

So I gently moved away from under him and walked over to the pond. I took the towel we used to dry our dishes and dipped it in the water. As I stood there, I felt my sperm sliding down my body and quickly wiped it from my chest. I walked back over to Pete, and he still didn’t move. So I took the towel and wiped his face clean. He smiled at me again.

“I love you, dude…” he said.

“Sure buddy,” I replied, now knowing for sure he was a bit drunk.

I wiped the stuff off his chest and belly. I hesitated a moment, but then took his dick in my hand and cleaned it too. I never had another boy’s dick in my hand, but it didn’t feel a lot different from mine. I heard Pete gasp and felt his penis growing hard in my hand. I quickly let go and put the towel aside.

“Come on. Get up!” I said to Pete and offered him my hand.

He took it, and I pulled him to his feet. He didn’t stand too stable but was able to walk. So we walked over to our tipi, and he crawled in before me. Because our loincloths were still hanging on our hips, this meant a full moon in my face from his butt. I could see his anus and his balls hanging between his legs as he crawled in.

I went in right after him and then realized that Pete didn’t have his sleeping bag and air mattress ready. Right now, he was lying next to my air mattress, on the floor of the tipi where his mattress should be. I wasn’t in the mood now to fix it for him, so instead, I lay down on mine and pulled Pete over. He was still awake enough to realize that he needed to roll onto my mattress. I laid on my back, and Pete, who was barely awake, draped himself over me. It was a warm night, so a blanket or sheet wasn’t necessary, especially when we kept each other warm like this. The way Pete draped himself over me, I could feel his boner pressing against my leg. He ground it a bit on my leg and a soft moan escaped his mouth.

“I liked it a lot, Ron… Thanks,” he softly said as he drifted off to sleep.

“Me too, Pete. Now let’s sleep. We’ve got a lot of plans for tomorrow.”

I felt his breath deepen, and my eyes grew heavier.

“Tomorrow just one mug of firewater for Pete,” I thought to myself. I only had one and was feeling nicely buzzed. But Pete obviously had too much.

End of part one.

Here it is. The first part of my first completely gay story. There is an author’s note though.I seriously doubted if I should use the term ‘Indian(s)’I. I know it’s considered inappropriate and maybe a bit racist. I assure you, there is no racist intention behind it. When I was younger, this is what we played and this is what we called it. That doesn’t give me the right to use such a term, but I hope you understand why I did it and there are absolutely NO bad intentions whatsoever!
Enough about that. I just hope y’all like it. If not, please let me know! If you do, spread the word (and maybe let me know 😀 ) The story is completely finished, I just need to edit it so I can post it here. so stay tuned for the next parts, because in a few days, I’ll post them here first!

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All Dressed Up

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All Dressed Up
By
Jason Crow

“I don’t give a damn about my reputation! You’re living in the past, it’s a new…” Envy said to our mom.

“I don’t care what you two think of it. This is the end of it! You two are going to help me out here!” our mother said as she stamped out of my room.
My twin sister Envy and I were left speechless. Here we were. A boy and a girl just turned fourteen a week ago and we were ordered by our mom to join some stupid dress-up fundraiser.

“Well, this sucks ass,” Envy grumbled.

“Big-time,” I agreed. ”I already had other plans this Saturday. I guess I go and make some calls. Damn!”

“Were you invited to the party at Jason’s?” Envy asked.

“I was,” I said. “Thanks for reminding me. Jason only throws the best parties in town, so I’ll probably end up hearing all the juicy stories for three weeks.”

“I’m sorry, Zolo. I had plans with Luke. So I’m bummed out too.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Envy. It’s just that Sandra would come too. And from what I heard, she’s really into me and… AHHH,” I yelled out of frustration.

“You’ve got a costume? Or do we need to go out and buy one?” Envy asked, trying to focus on something else with a knowing look on her face.

“Fuck that! I’m not buying one. I’ll make something out of old stuff,” I said not even remotely in the mood to go out for my mom.

“Well,” Envy started, ”it IS a costume party in the middle of the summer…”

“So?” I snapped, not seeing how this would help.

“Sooo… we can go out and buy costumes she’ll hate. I’m sure that if we play our cards right, we’ll get her pissed off enough, so we won’t have to attend another party ever again.”

My first instinct was that it isn’t smart to piss off our mom. But I immediately liked the way Envy was thinking. I starting grinning as I imagined never being forced into being at any more of these dumb events.

Envy saw me smiling.“ I know for a fact how much she hates superhero costumes, so I’m thinking of Superman or Spider-man for you.”
I’ll bet Mom would probably be disgusted if I showed up in a costume so “corporate”. So it’s perfect! I nodded in agreement. “What about you? You hate superheroes more than Mom does.”

“Yeah. I do. I’m not going as some lame-ass superhero. A sexy devil costume or something like that will surely push her buttons. Don’t you think,” and she smiled mischievously.

She was right! Our mom always threw these obligatory fundraisers and expected us to show up every single time. When we were kids, it was fun. But now it was just straight-out ridiculous. All the old people pinching our cheeks and telling us how much we’ve grown over the year. I was so sick of it, and I knew Envy was too.

“How sexy?” I asked a bit worried she’d take it too far.

“Enough for people to notice I’m not a kid anymore,” she replied, trying to sound provocative.

“Okay then. I like the way you think,” I giggled. “When they see you’re not a kid anymore, they’ll probably leave me alone too. So I guess I’m going with Spider-man. With the mask, people won’t see it’s me.”

“I know a great place on Hollywood Boulevard. I’ll ask Leon to drive us,” Envy said and walked downstairs.

Now a thing about us. Our dad was a hot-shot actor in Hollywood. He and my mom were the Hollywood exception and had been married for almost fifteen years. As far as we were concerned, still happily married. We lived in a big mansion in Bel Air with a big staff supporting us. We had a butler, a chauffeur, a chef. You name it.

Our mom and dad kept us out of publicity as much as they could. This was great because this way we didn’t need bodyguards or something as we were relatively unknown to most people. Envy and I even went to a regular high school. Our friends sometimes teased us for having to mix with the “common folk”, but we actually liked being able to be normal, at least most of the time.

Because of our big staff, our mom felt a bit useless. She wasn’t the ‘Trophy Wife’ type and wants to do something with her life. So she started a non-government organization that cares about people in Africa and creating wells over there. This NGO relied solely on gifts, crowd-funding, and a few corporations that needed to polish their image. They were the ones supplying the hardware.

She was pretty good at it, and people praised our family for it. But it also meant she had to beg for money for her NGO every now and then. But Envy and I hated this stuff with a vengeance. And we sure as hell didn’t want to be in the spotlight. Neither did our mom.

But we were smart enough to know that having a famous dad gave us a lot of privileges. And showing up here and there every now and then and acting all happy was part of that deal. But this didn’t mean we had to like it.

“Are you coming, Zolo?” I heard Envy shout at the bottom of the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah!” I yelled back. I didn’t want to seem too enthusiastic. The last thing I wanted to do was to feed Envy’s superiority complex, even if her idea WAS pretty great! It’s my job as her brother to give her a hard time. I waited a moment longer, then sauntered over to the landing, smirked at the way she was tapping her foot impatiently, and finally headed down to join her.

***

“That looks pretty good on you, Zolo,” Envy said as she looked me over. “Turn around so I can check out the back.”

I was wearing a skin-tight Spiderman costume and felt a little embarrassed standing there in front of my sister. I could see my reflection in the mirror as I turned around, and I couldn’t help but notice the obvious lump in my tights.

I inherited my dad’s genes, which included an above-average penis. I wasn’t some freak or something, but at five inches soft and almost six-and-a-half hard, I was above average, I knew that much. And now it showed. Quite literally.

“Nice butt,” she said behind me and giggled a bit.

“I don’t feel comfortable in this,” I said, looking back at my sister.

“You should! You’ve got a nice body. And people won’t recognize you with your mask on.”

I knew she was right. I only fitted the mask briefly, so I could clearly see the rest. Being unrecognizable would probably make it a bit less awkward.

”But you do need to ditch your boxers. I can clearly see where it is now.”

”Pfff. Really?”

”Really. This just looks stupid”

”Going commando to a costume party. Yay!” I giggled.

”Don’t worry. No one will know. Just you and me, ” she tried putting me at ease.

“Okay then. We’ve got a winner,” I said and entered the changing room to get back in my regular outfit.

I changed quickly into my normal clothes and sat down on the chairs outside the changing booths. I knew Envy had found three outfits she wanted to try, so I was probably in for a long session.

”Don’t take too long,” I said to the curtain, knowing all too well it wouldn’t make a difference.

”Quit whining,” Envy laughed. ”I want to make sure I get it right. Don’t you?”

”Yeah, yeah,” I responded.

I took out my phone and started scrolling through my timeline.

“Ready?” I heard Envy ask.

“Bring it on.”

She opened the curtain and I had to swallow because of how she looked. She was wearing a witch outfit, which consisted of a small black dress and a witch hat.

The dress was small. It was a one-piece dress. The bottom half was basically a mini-skirt and the top half. Well… it had two forms that went over her breasts and it showed a bit of cleavage.

She looked… freakin’ GREAT!

”This is nice!” I sincerely said to her.

Envy checked herself in the mirror, turned around a few times, and then smiled.

”This is nice indeed. But I’ve got two more to try,” she said and vanished into the changing booth.

I sighed and checked my phone again. As I was thinking about the witch dress, I had to admit Envy looked really nice in it.

“This is better,” I heard Envy say behind the curtain and she slid it open.

My eyes must’ve looked like saucers because I totally wasn’t prepared for this. Envy was wearing a Tinkerbell outfit and this was even skimpier than the Witch dress. It had the same obvious curves that accentuated her breasts, but it looked as if they were more pronounced this way. It certainly showed more skin. But her dress… Damn!

Everyone who knows how Tinkerbell’s dress looks must know what I mean. There were triangle-like pieces of cloth at the bottom and it was short! There was a bigger triangle to hide her crotch, but other than that, it showed a hell of a lot of skin.

“Do you like it?” Envy giggled and turned around.

A lot of her back was showing too and the underside of her ass cheeks was visible between the triangles.

“Uhm… Yeah,” I managed to get out of my throat. It seemed as if someone turned up the heat in the change room. “Isn’t this too much?”

“What do you mean? You can’t see anything,” she said, checking herself in the mirror.

“I can see your underwear,” I said, pointing.

“I can fix that,” Envy said and immediately pulled down her panties. “See? You still can’t see anything.”

I gulped, staring at the pair of panties Envy was casually holding in her hand. I was powerless to prevent my eyes from moving over to the bottom of the short skirt. She was right, I couldn’t see anything, but I knew that she was nothing else covering her up at that moment. She was practically naked, right in front of me! I mean, it was my sister, but… I shook my head and recovered as quickly as I could.

“I guess you’re right. You just have to be careful bending over and picking stuff up from the ground,” I said, suddenly realizing I was getting hard.

“That would be awkward. But I can manage. I really like this one,” she said, smiling at me. “Just one more.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, acting as casual as I could.

Envy went into the changing booth again, which left me to my thoughts. Did I just get hard because of my twin sister? She did look nice, there was no denying that. But she was my sister. We even shared a womb! But man! Her tits and ass looked… magnificent. I was so confused by now.

“Oh my god,” Envy whispered behind the curtain.

“What is it?” I asked a bit worried.

“It’s… ehm… well, check for yourself,” she giggled, opened the curtain, and walked out.

“She sure knows how to build it up,” I thought.

Envy was wearing a devil outfit, complete with small horns and a zorro-like mask. Everything was in a blood-red color with flame accents. But her dress. Oh my god! It was even skimpier than the Tinkerbell dress. I didn’t think this was possible, but they had managed. The bottom of the dress was the same as the Tinkerbell dress, except the triangles were flame-shaped and colored, but it showed as much skin as the Tinkerbell one.

Looking at her top half, it had had pieces of fabric missing. I still don’t know how everything stayed in place, but almost her entire right breast was showing. There was a fire-shaped piece of cloth coming from the fabric between her breasts and was only covering her nipple and a bit of skin surrounding it. Her left side was covered a bit more, but still showed a lot of skin. Her belly was showing too, and I noticed she had a tiny hint of a six-pack, which was pretty sexy.

As she turned around, I could see her entire backside was exposed, ending just above her butt. I was hard the moment she came out of the booth but I reasoned any male would get hard seeing this.

“It’s… well…” I cleared my throat. “…different?” I tried.

“I LOVE it!” Envy said, admiring herself in the mirror.

“I… ehmmm… at least you can’t see your underwear in this one,” I said, looking for the right words.

“Why do you think that is, Sherlock?” she giggled.

I couldn’t help myself. My sister was a girl. A hot one for that matter. And this dress accentuated all the strong points of her body. I realized I had stopped looking at her as my sister, but as a smoking hot girl.

“It sure is hot,” I finally managed.

“It is, isn’t it?” Envy said and spun around in front of the mirror.

I expected the fire-shaped ends of her skirt would lift themselves because of the turning motion and exposing her lower body in the process. But the flap in front of her crotch and the three on her backside were somehow fixed to stay down. The other ones at her side indeed showed a lot of skin on her hips.

“This will piss mom off for sure,” Envy said with a big smile on her face.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too much? I mean… this outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

“It is a bit on the edge, I admit. But if I wear my hair differently and with the mask, only you and my mom will know it’s me. And I honestly doubt if Mom will notice during the evening. She’ll probably leave everything regarding us to her P.A.”

“Okay then, it’s your call.” I honestly could not remember the name of Mom’s latest personal assistant. “ You know who the P.A. of the week is?”

“Dunno. Don’t care,” Envy said. “We’re done in here. Be right back.”

Envy vanished into the changing booth, leaving me time to get soft again.

“Zies ies an excellent zjoice,” the shopkeeper said with a phony French accent.

“Thank you,” we said almost simultaneously.

“Zie devil outfit… Mwah!” she continued and made a kissing motion with her lips and fingers.

After we paid, Leon drove us home and we both hid our outfits in our rooms. Only two days until the costume party. I wasn’t too sure about Envy’s outfit, but I figured she could decide for herself. Mine wasn’t provocative, just annoying to our mom.

***

It was the day of the fundraiser. Our mom had talked sternly to us this morning. All the usual stuff about behaving and being polite to the visitors. She expected us to be there at three, so we would be there when the guests arrived. And she ordered us to listen to everything Monica would say to us.

Our mom wasn’t a typical Hollywood woman who fired everyone that wouldn’t do exactly what she said, but none of her P.A.’s were ever good enough. So she switched them a lot of times. We couldn’t keep track anymore and just let it go.

So there I was. Standing in front of the mirror in my Spider-Man costume. I didn’t believe Envy at first but she was right when she suggested that wearing my boxers under the costume looked ridiculous. But now that I was naked under it, my dick was even more pronounced.

Ah well. Envy was right. No one would recognize me. And considering what she would be wearing, I would be in her shadow anyway.

I knocked on Envy’s door with my mask in my hand.

”Come in,” Envy said.

I opened the door and saw Envy sitting in front of her make-up mirror wearing a bathrobe and working on her hair. She looked at me from top to bottom, while still fiddling with her hair.

”You look great, Zolo. And it’s quite obvious you’re Spider-MAN,” she giggled, looking directly at my crotch.

I instinctively put my hand in front of my dick and felt myself starting to blush furiously.

“Stop it, Envy,” I whispered, looking at the floor.

“Don’t, Zolo. You look amazing. I’m just teasing you. But your… uhm… penis can’t be missed. I’m sorry. But I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you. Most women like men with big… you know,” and now it was Envy’s turn to blush.

Oddly, her words did put me at ease.

“You really think I look okay in this?”

“Duh!” Envy said in that typical teenage-girl way. “All the girls in my class think you look amazing!” I saw her blush as she turned away… “And despite you being my brother… I think so too.”

She kept blushing and diverted her eyes. Now I knew she wasn’t teasing me and she was being sincere. I felt I had to say something too.

“Well. For what it’s worth. It’s the same with you. Jason can’t stop talking about you. And I really liked how you looked back at the store,” I said, being as honest as I could and blushing myself.

Envy was done with her hair and got up from her chair. She turned to me and without warning dropped her robe. I looked at the most magnificent thing I ever saw. Her costume fitted perfectly and she looked smoking hot in it. Embarrassed, I felt myself get hard, but I was too late to hide it with my hands, considering the smile on Envy’s face.

“You didn’t lie,” she smiled. “You really like my outfit.”

“Yeah… ehm… well…” I stammered with my hands in front of my obvious boner.

“Don’t worry, bro. I’m flattered,” she laughed and gave me a firm hug.

“It’s not easy to hide it in this costume,” I said, mostly to myself.

“Here,” Envy said and gave me a piece of cloth. “Just take this and casually wear it in front of you when you need it. Just say you’re guarding Thor’s cape.”

I was very touched by her actions. I never thought Envy would be this understanding about something this awkward.

“Thanks,” I said and now it was my turn to hug her tightly.

“Just look at it this way. You’re trying to hide something in your pants. I’m not wearing pants at all,” Envy laughed.

That caused me to laugh too and I could feel myself getting soft again.

“Ready, Spidey?” Envy asked, opening her bedroom door and putting on her mask.

I gestured with my hand toward the door and bowed slightly. “After you, She-Devil,” I replied, pretending to be gallant. Then we both laughed again and headed downstairs.

***

Almost half an hour later, we entered the great hall our mom had rented. I was wearing my mask, but it took me a while to get used to no-one recognizing me. I did see a lot of women checking me out, both front and back. I felt like a piece of meat, but I liked it. Especially because I wasn’t recognized.

I looked at Envy parading through the room and the looks of most men and women glancing over, were priceless. After parading for almost an hour or so, she accidentally bumped into me and deliberately pressed her boob against my chest. I felt myself get hard and looked at her. I had to casually cover up but still, a lot of women glanced over at us. Envy decided to stay by my side and whispered how much she liked walking around like this and constantly commented on how lame most of these people were. There were some really funny remarks too, which caused us to giggle a lot. I hadn’t expected it, but I was having a good time with my sister.

Eventually, we found a quiet spot in the hall and sat down for a bit, catching our breaths.

“This is awesome,” Envy giggled. “Did you see all these women eyeing your… dick?”

She still blushed when she said that word and I just had to giggle too.

“Well, most men didn’t look away when you walked by either,” I added, softly adding with a blush of my own “And I don’t blame them.”

“AH! There you are!” we heard a woman say. “I’m Monica,” she said extending her hand for us to shake it, which we did.

She looked just like the other P.A.’s our mom usually hired. A young woman, early twenties, and eager to learn and please.

“She asked me to go and get you two. Will you follow me, please?” she said and walked away, not awaiting an answer.

Envy and I looked at each other. This wasn’t an uncommon action for our mom, so I shrugged, got up, and followed Monica. Envy caught up with me as we entered the backstage area. We rounded some corners until eventually, we entered a typical dressing room. I expected our mom to be there too, but other than a rack with clothes, a makeup mirror, a big comfy couch, and a small bathroom, the room was empty.

“The actors we hired to perform on stage during the award ceremony, just called in sick. Your mother figured you both would be willing to perform because you both like to wear a funny outfit,” Monica said, staring blankly at us.

This was unexpected. I glanced at Envy and saw her looking at Monica. If looks could kill, Monica was dead, cremated, and buried by now. Apparently, Monica didn’t notice or didn’t care, because she kept on talking.

“Great. You both witnessed the award ceremony several times, so you know what the mascot’s task is on stage, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, flabbergasted by all of this.

“Great. You’ve got ten minutes before you’re expected on stage. Everything is here, so I guess that won’t be a problem. Will it?” she pressed.

“No. We’ll manage,” Envy said through her teeth, knowing better than to go against our mom in these kinds of situations.

“Great!”

“Jeez, everything is “great” with this woman!” I thought, immediately afraid I said it out loud.

“The stage is through that door,” Monica said, pointing to the door in the back of the room. “Oh, and one more thing. Your mother tells me this outfit is quite hot on stage.” She seemed to know that this was a kind of punishment from our mom for our costumes and looked a little apologetic at us.

And with that, she left the room, leaving us speechless.

“Great…” Envy said in a very condescending tone, mimicking Monica.

“Damnit. I guess we pushed her buttons too much, don’t you think?” I asked Envy.

“I guess so too,” she said, looking defeated.

“But I don’t feel like apologizing. Do you?”

Envy looked at me. I could see something in her eyes had changed.

“Hell no! You know what?!?” she said, taking the mascot uniform from the rack.

“What?” I asked a bit worried.

“We won’t back down. She thinks she’s got us cornered and that we won’t do this. But what if we do?” and I could see the fire in her eyes.

“Uhm,” I responded, not quite sure what to think about it.

My mom ordered this mascot outfit a few years ago. It was a representation of the logo for her NGO, showing a pump and a well. It needed two people in it, so the pumping arm could move up and down but still had a well standing up straight. For a long time, I thought it was a malformed “h”. One person is in the straight bit of the “h”, and the other bends over. The person bending over had an extension on his arms which is the bottom half of the lower end of the “h”.
During the award ceremony, the mascot lifted the well-part every time a winner came on stage. That was a way of celebrating their victory. I found it lame, but our mom loved it. Go figure.

“You really want to go through with this, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah. I do. I hate it when our mom thinks she can play us like a fiddle.”

“But… you heard Monica. It’s freaking hot in that thing.” I tried.

“So?”

“What do you mean, So?”

“We’ll ditch our clothes. That will be cooler and afterward, we can take turns and shower in here. You can go first,” she simply said and giggled.

Uhhh … did Envy forget that she told me my underwear ruined my costume and that I’m not wearing anything under this suit?

“But… I’ll be naked,” I blushed.

“So? So will I,” Envy said, not seeming to care about that.

I think I felt my heart stop. Is she kidding me? That would be… so wrong? Well… maybe not “wrong”, but weird. Definitely weird! My eyes must have gone big as saucers, and Envy noticed.

“Look, Zolo. I’m not too fond of being naked inside a mascot outfit with you either. But. If you turn around and I’ll go in first then you can come in after me. You won’t see me, and I won’t see you. It’ll just be awkward inside the costume, but it’ll probably be too dark in there to see anything.”

“But…” I tried and eventually sighed. “Oh! I guess you’re right. I can’t think of an alternative, other than to go to our mom and apologize. But honestly, that isn’t an option to me either.”

“Okay. So it’s settled. I’ll go in first and bend over. You’ll be the one standing up straight and helping me pull up the pump when necessary, okay?”
“I guess,” I responded, still not excited to do this.

Which fourteen-year-old boy likes to be naked in a sweaty costume with his sister. I knew I didn’t. I looked at Envy as she laid down the costume. After she was done she looked at me and nodded. I turned around and could hear her rustling behind me, followed by a gentle plop as her costume was tossed in a tiny heap on the floor at my feet.

“Okay. I’m in. You can go ahead now. I’ll close my eyes Just in case,” she giggled.

Reluctantly, I started taking off my Spider-man outfit. As I stood there naked as the day I was born, I felt myself trembling. A small part of me didn’t want to do this, but my evil half found it exciting as hell. I wouldn’t have to give in to my mom and I’d be practically naked. On stage. In front of an audience. But no-one would know.

I turned around and could see Envy standing inside the costume. She had pulled it up a bit, but almost all of her backside was exposed, including her ass. Without the sexy devil outfit, it was even better to look at.

Thank god I didn’t get stiff looking at her. That would’ve been too awkward. I blamed it on the intensity of the situation. Otherwise, her bare ass would’ve most definitely got me hard. I stepped into the costume and got behind my sister. I took the backside of the costume, which caused both parts to come together. Envy handled the zipper and zipped us up.

It was dark inside. But not dark enough that we couldn’t see anything anymore. I did feel my penis brush against Envy’s backside a few times but was too scared to say anything.

“You ready to go?” Envy asked, looking over her shoulder, holding the bottom part of the logo in front of her.

“Ready. You lead the way, cause I can’t see anything and you’ve got that small gap to look through.”

Envy started moving toward the door. It took us a few steps to figure out how we could walk properly. I had to lay my hands on her hips to keep my balance but soon enough, we figured it out.

“It tickles,” Envy whispered as we were waiting behind the stage.

“What?” I whispered back

“Your… uhm… It tickles my butt.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, not knowing how to respond properly.

“Don’t be. You can’t help it. But… ehm… can you scratch my butt a bit to relieve the tickle?” Envy whispered and I could almost hear her blush. “I can’t reach it with this stupid thing in front of me.”

I hesitated for a second. But I didn’t see a reason why I shouldn’t do it. An itch you can’t reach can be really irritating. I placed my hand on her right cheek and started scratching.

“Better?”

“A bit to the left,” she whispered and pushed her butt back against my scratching fingers.

“Zolo? Envy?” we heard our mom softly say beside us.

“Yes,” we responded simultaneously.

“Glad you two are helping me out. And it’s nice to see you changed out of those outfits,” she continued with a tiny bit of acid in her voice.

“No problem, mom. Glad to help,” Envy replied lightly, pretending to be oblivious.

I couldn’t suppress a giggle when I realized that this was even worse than our other outfits. If mom knew we were standing beside her naked, she’d have a heart attack.

“And here she is! The woman that made it all possible…” a voice shouted and loud music started playing.

“We’ll talk about this when we get home. Now you two join me on stage and behave!” she said and walked on stage.

“If she only knew,” Envy laughed and started walking too.

We walked over to our spot and Envy bent forward, so we would properly represent the logo. I still had my hands on her hips as I felt her pressing her backside against my groin.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” I loudly whispered.

“Sorry! Can’t help it. It’s this stupid costume,” Envy whispered back. “Just… relax, okay?”

But relaxing was impossible now. Her warm ass against my naked body was enough to start a stir in my groin. I tried ignoring it, but I just couldn’t ignore the feeling of her soft skin against my hardening dick.

“It sure is hot in here. I’m sweating like a pig,” Envy whispered, trying to divert the attention.

“Right,” I croaked, furiously trying to stop my dick from growing.

But fighting this was an uphill battle I realized. The best I could do was to make it as less awkward as I could, by moving it in such a way that it was the least obvious.

So I moved my hips a bit and felt my dick move from the underside of her right cheek to between her legs. This was better.

But the moment I was relieved that the situation seemed to be resolved, Envy squeezed her legs together. I guess she was trying to figure out what was going on. I felt warm and moist flesh surrounding my erection. Oh my god! Her legs, combined with the sweat made me think I had my dick inside some warm apple pie. Nothing could stop me from growing to full mast at this point.

Envy squeezed a bit harder and moved her butt a bit.

“What the fuck, Zolo?!?” she whispered loudly.

“Sorry… I can’t help it! Your body feels too nice against my… dick. I don’t want it to happen any more than you do,” I whispered back, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Envy didn’t stop squeezing me with her legs, though. I felt her pubes tickling against the upside of my dick, and with each heartbeat, my dick seemed to get even harder.

“Right… It’s just that…” Envy started.

“Here he is! Ethan Wood, the winner of the location scout of the year award!” our mom said, right beside us.

This was our queue. Envy started lifting her upper body, but it was immediately clear she couldn’t do it alone. So I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her up. But pulling her up, also meant her lower body moved forward a bit. And my trapped dick slid back between her legs, causing me to moan loudly. This felt way better than just beating off.

I had my arms around Envy’s waist to keep her steady. My arms were just below her boobs and I felt her sweaty back pressed against my chest. She deliberately moved her pelvis back and forward a bit, causing me to moan in her ear. She didn’t say anything, But despite being behind her, I saw a smile spreading across her face.

The audience started applauding, which was our queue to get back to our initial position. Envy bend over and I could feel my dick sliding forward between her legs. As she did this, I could clearly feel her pussy rubbing on the upside of my dick. On both sides of it, I felt soft globes of flesh, which could only be her pussy. My glans hit something and slipped out from between the folds, but the rest of my dick didn’t.

The moment my glans slipped, Envy moaned. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. My dick rubbed against her clit and she liked it.

“I didn’t expect this would happen,” she whispered.

“Neither did I. I’m so sorry for this, Envy.”

“Hmm,” she moaned and moved her pussy again. ”Don’t be. This is nice.”

I had to admit it. This was extremely nice! I was practically fucking my sister and she was grinding herself against my rigid pole.

“It is?” I asked, acting surprised.

“Yeah. I’m… mmmmhhh,” Envy purred as she kept moving her hips a bit.

I felt a drop of precum oozing out the tip of my dick. And between my sister’s legs, things were becoming slipperier by the minute. Envy squeezed her legs firmly together again, and I hardly held back a loud moan. This caused Envy to giggle, which in turn generated a lot of movement between her legs.

“I guess you like… ahhh!”

Now it was Envy’s turn to moan, as I took control and slid my dick back and forth between her legs once.

“The winner is… Joanne McBride!” my mom shouted again and the audience started clapping and cheering.

I grabbed Envy by her waist again and pulled her up. There was barely any friction left between her legs, and with everything being so slippery, we both moaned at the same time. Envy laid her head back against my chest and shoulder and panted heavily. So did I. I felt the sweat on her body and just had to slide my dick between her legs again.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned in her ear.

Envy grabbed my hand and placed it on her left breast. She was just quick enough to prevent the costume part in front of her from falling back down. Her breast was sweaty too and I felt the hard nipple poking against the palm of my hand. I started kneading her breast and placed my right hand on her other boob and started doing the same.

“Yess… Ohhhh…” Envy whispered and gyrated her pelvis.

Apparently, the short speech was over, and there was another applause. It took us a moment to realize it, and I reluctantly let go of my sister’s breasts. As I let go, Envy seemed to snap out of it and slowly started moving again, but still grinding her pelvis.

I gently pushed against her back, so she would bend over. It appeared as if Envy was in a whole different place now. I knew I was as horny as I’ve ever been and just feeling my first, real-life tits in my hands, clouded my already hormones-filled brain. But I was still clear enough to know what we were doing.

“Bend over again,” I whispered to Envy.

As Envy did this, my dick slipped back a bit from between her legs. I instinctively pulled my butt back too, but the costume prevented me from going back very far. Envy was almost completely bent over again as I felt the tip of my dick get trapped in something. I figured I was rubbing against her clit again, so I pushed forward a little in order to please my twin sister some more.

But the moment I pushed, I felt something warm surrounding my dickhead and a small ‘popping’ sensation. I didn’t immediately figure out what happened. I was just so overwhelmed by the feeling around my dick, that I stopped moving entirely.

I looked down at my body and, despite the dim lighting inside the costume, could see my dickhead disappeared in my sister’s backside.

“Ohhh,” I heard Envy moan and it was at that moment it hit me what had happened.

“I… I didn’t mean to d… ahhhh…” I whispered a bit too loud.

I was stopped short as I felt Envy push her body back a little, causing my boner to slide into her even more.

“Do it!” Envy whispered as I heard my mom blabber on about some guy that really put the NGO on the map.

“Do what?” I whispered back, not sure what she meant.

“Do it!!” she whispered again with more urgency in her voice and pushed back even more.

It was clear now, that because of her current position she couldn’t move back further. I still wasn’t sure if she wanted me to pull back or push forward. But because the costume prevented me from pulling back further, and the incredible feeling around my dick, I decided to try my luck.

I slowly pushed my hips forward and my dick slid inside my fourteen-year-old sister’s pussy, ending my virginity. I did it slowly because I wanted to be able to immediately pull back out if Envy wanted me to.

But as I continued, there were no signs she wanted me to. It was an amazing and overwhelming feeling. As I inched away inside my sister’s pussy, I felt the walls of her vagina gripping my dick and practically sucking me inside.

This whole action felt like hours, but it probably was only a minute or two. It was just one, long, slow push without any resistance and it was absolutely amazing!

My pubes were now firmly pressed against Envy’s backside, so I couldn’t go in any further. I kept perfectly still and just stood there with my hands on my sister’s hips and my dick deeply buried inside her.

“Ohhh Zolo! You just… Ohhh,” I heard Envy whisper and my mom talking in the background.

As if in a dream, I started pulling back and that marvelous feeling around my dick returned. The walls of my sister’s pussy felt like velvet and they gripped around my dick firmly as I pulled back.

I knew I had to move cautiously, so on the outside, no one would notice. It was really difficult, but also exciting as hell. Here I was. Fucking my own sister as my mom stood no more than two feet beside me and a large crowd was watching us.

Envy was panting heavily and I noticed she was trembling a bit. I didn’t have a clue what her feelings about this all were but was too engrossed in my own right now. And besides, she would’ve said or done something if she didn’t want this.

As sweat was dripping down my face and chest, I slowly slid back inside. And back out again. And back in. I found myself a nice rhythm. The slow movements were helping me to not cum immediately. I was certain that if I did this too fast, I would’ve lost it by now. But the slow motions, my mom’s closeness, and the heat, all added to the tension which caused me to be able to keep going.

All the time, Envy was moaning, and groaning softly. And it was increasingly harder for me to hold my own groans back, so an occasional grunt came out of my throat.

“You two are almost done,” our mom said to us during a short promotional video that was currently playing. “I know it’s hot in there, but it’s just a few more minutes.”

If I wasn’t this occupied with fucking my sister, I’m sure I’d have broken out into laughter. But now, the words hardly registered in my brain.

“No problem, mom. We’re doing fine. Thanks for asking,” Envy responded with an odd voice.

The moment she was done talking, her vagina clenched around my dick. It was such an intense feeling, I had to stop moving altogether. Envy sensed it and released the clenching a bit.

On stage, loud music started playing. I’ve seen this ceremony enough, to know we were reaching the last bit. I knew that by now, all eyes were focused on my mom and the name of the winner on the big screen. My balls were practically boiling and the constant clenching actions of Envy’s pussy were enough to bring me close.

I started fucking her more obviously now and slammed my dick into her. Luckily, the loud music was drowning out our moans as I couldn’t hold back anymore. Our mom had walked over to the front of the stage to welcome the winner, so we were clear on that too. Inside the costume, Envy was moaning just as loud as I was.

I felt the dam break. My balls started contracting as I slammed inside my sister one last time. As I slid in, I felt her pussy contracting sharply and rapidly. My sensitive dick felt as if it was on fire by these contractions and the moment my pelvis slammed against her butt, I felt spurt after spurt leave my body. I felt my brain go offline and everything went white. It was as if I’d died and gone to heaven.

At least seven or eight spurts were coming out. Way more than when I just jerked myself. And during these spurts, Envy’s pussy constantly kept contracting and milking me.

As I stood there, realizing what we just did, I heard our mom announcing the winner. I was panting heavily and so was Envy, but we had to do our routine. I slipped my hands under her body, grabbed her by her waist, and pulled her body toward my sweaty chest.

As she straightened, I felt my dick leaving the heavenly paradise between my sister’s legs. I reluctantly pulled out completely. Pulling Envy close to me and feeling all the sweat between us and her heavy panting, all with our mom talking in the background, made me realize we did something outrageous.

“And that’s the end of our award ceremony. I’m going to talk to you a little about our future plans…” our mom said into the microphone, which was our cue to get off the stage.

***

As we started walking back toward the dressing room, the hormones started leaving my brain, and guilt mixed with uncertainty started washing over me.
I just lost my virginity to my twin sister in front of dozens of people. This idea took some getting used to. Envy hadn’t said anything either since we both came, so I was starting to think that I might have tricked her into something she didn’t want to do.

We quietly entered our dressing room and walked inside.

”I’ll get out first and turn around, so you can take a shower first, ” I said, already unzipping the costume.

Envy still didn’t talk, so I did what I said. I didn’t care at all that Envy could see my naked butt this way. I was just lost in a pool of thoughts.

As I stood there, facing the wall and feeling my naked, sweaty body cool off a bit, I heard Envy stepping out of the costume behind me. By now I was so insecure about everything, that I felt my tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t want to hurt my sister. I never intended for this to happen! What was I thinking? Did I rape her? I didn’t rape her! Or did I?

I was so consumed by my thoughts, that I didn’t notice Envy walked up behind me. I was startled when she suddenly hugged my back tightly.

“That was FUCKING amazing, Zolo!” she said, and I felt her hard nipples pressing in my back.

That did take a little time to register. I never heard Envy swear. But the moment her words landed, I felt massively relieved. And at the same moment, I felt Envy’s hands rubbing over my chest and slowly working their way down.

She toyed with my curly, sweaty pubes and kissed me on my neck. I felt my now soft dick come to life and quickly turned around, looking my sister in her eyes.

”But why didn’t you say anything as we walked back?” she asked with a serious look on her face. ”Didn’t you like it?”

”Huh?” I asked confused. ”No, no! I LOVED it! I was wondering the same thing myself! I was afraid I’d… That I’d hurt you or something.”

“HURT me?!?” she laughed. ”I was the one urging you on!”

“Yeah… well… I wasn’t too sure of that, to be honest,” I said, letting my eyes drop to my sister’s chest and admiring my first ever, real-life boobs.

Envy must’ve noticed me staring at her chest. She stepped back a bit and I could see her eyes roaming over my nude body. I wasn’t fully hard but still felt a little self-conscious as she looked me over.

But her stepping back gave me the opportunity to check out Envy’s naked body too. Her boobs, I guessed they were small B-cups, looked perfect on her frame. It was obvious her work-out sessions with dad’s personal trainer paid off too, because she had a tight, muscular body with a hint of a six-pack and no fat at all. There was a small stripe of pubes around her slit, which I later learned was called a Brazilian Wax. But I didn’t care what it was called. I loved looking at her fabulous body, and I felt myself boning up again.

“You’ve got a magnificent body, Zolo,” Envy whispered. ”I can see why my friends are talking about you constantly.”

“You don’t look too bad either,” I responded, trying to be as cool as I could.

“I can see that,” Envy giggled and stared at my boner.

“I’m sorry,” I said and put my hands in front of my hard-on, hiding it from her eyes.

“Don’t be shy! You just had it inside me, for christ’s sake!” Envy laughed. ”I think I deserved to get a proper look at it, don’t you think?”

“Uhm… I guess…” I shyly said and took my hands away.

Envy surprised me by dropping to her knees and kneeling in front of me. Her eyes were inches away from my dick and I could see her studying it. She wrapped her hand around it, as she kept her eyes focused on my dick.

I couldn’t help it and gasped loudly as her fingers wrapped themselves firmly around my rock-hard shaft. She looked up at me and a smile spread across her face.

“You like this?” she asked with an odd tone in her voice.

“Oh yes! But…” I trailed off as she slowly started jerking me, her eyes never leaving mine.

It was obvious that Envy never had a dick in her hand. But her enthusiasm made up for her clumsiness big time. And since this was the first time another person was handling my boner, I guessed it didn’t matter what she did. It was mind-blowing no matter what.

“Oohhh,” I moaned, closed my eyes, and threw my head back. “This is… ohhh…”

The moment I figured this couldn’t get any better, I felt something warm slide over my dickhead. My eyes flew open and I looked down to see what was going on. Envy’s mouth was around my dick and she was sliding more and more of my dick inside her mouth. I could see she had trouble with the last bit, but eventually, I felt it pop inside her throat and her nose hit my pubes. Holy shit! She deep throated me! My first ever blow-job and she was deep throating me. I think my knees almost buckled!

This didn’t last long. I could feel Envy wasn’t comfortable with my dick this far up her throat and I didn’t feel at ease, knowing she had these troubles. So, almost at the same time, we both pulled back a bit. My dick didn’t leave her mouth, but she just sucked on it and used her tongue to lap around my dickhead.

She pulled back off my dick and looked up at me. ”I practiced deep-throating a banana a few times. But you’re way bigger than a banana,” she purred, and then her mouth was on me again.

As she continued, I placed my hands on her head to let her know I was enjoying it. Her hair was still wet from all the sweating inside the costume. This gave me an idea.

“Why don’t we continue this in the shower?” I asked, moaning softly.

With a loud pop, Envy lifted her mouth from my dick and looked up at me. She kept massaging my dick with her right hand and started smiling.

“That’s an excellent idea!” and she stood up, never letting go of my dick.

“Ohhh…” I moaned as her thumb rubbed over my glans.

Envy stepped forward and pressed her lips firmly against mine. Her hand kept stroking me and moments later, I felt her tongue against my lips and quickly opened my mouth to let her in.

I was getting hornier by the minute and decided to step up too. My right hand grabbed her left butt cheek and I pulled her closer. My left hand started massaging her boob. Envy moaned in my mouth, which was an indication I was doing the right things. Moments later Envy broke our kiss and looked at me.

“Go and lock the door! I just realized anyone can walk in on us,” she giggled. “Imagine Mom walking in! I’ll start the shower, and I want you in there with me so we can finish what we started.”

Envy always was a bit bossy, but in this situation, I found it extremely sexy she was taking the lead. I turned around and walked toward the door, my bobbing boner leading the way.

“Nice butt, bro!” I heard behind me and a smile spread across my face.

Moments later, I heard the water running and I locked the second door. I was glad Envy thought about the locks. She might find it funny to upset our mom, but I wasn’t too sure about it.

As I came back to the shower, Envy was leaning inside to test the water. Her tight butt presented to me in basically the same way as before inside the costume. I took hold of my hard dick and stepped forward, aiming for her entrance.

The moment I hit her pussy lips, I expected it to slide in easily. But instead of sliding in, my dick went lower and slipped between the front of her pussy, eventually bumping against her clit.

“OHHH! YESSS!” Envy moaned as I rubbed her.

Well… I was aiming for another fuck, but stimulating her clit this way and lubing up my dick in the process, wasn’t too bad either. So I kept holding my dick and rubbed it around her clit area. I felt her legs trembling as I continued.

Moments later, her hand took hold of my glans and she guided me to the right spot. By now she was basically using my dick as a dildo to masturbate with, but I didn’t mind that at all.

The feelings spreading across my dick were amazing too. The soft flesh of her fingers against the sensitive underside of my glans, and her slippery pussy lubing me up were astonishing! If we’d go on like this, I’d probably cum within a few minutes. The familiar tingle in my balls was already building.

Reluctantly, I pulled back and placed my hands on her butt. Envy stood up, turned around, and grabbed my dick.

“Let’s get wet,” she said and pulled me into the shower by my dick.

“From what I felt, You’re already wet,” I said seductively.

“Your big cock, rubbing over my wet cunt did that to me,” she hoarsely said and stepped under the water.

I never heard Envy talk this dirty and it made me even hornier than I already was. I looked at the water cascading down her body as Envy had thrown her head between her shoulders, to get her hair and face wet. Looking at this, I just had to act on my horniness. I moved in and placed my mouth over her left nipple, with my right hand massaging her other tit, and my left hand grabbed her butt. Both hands started massaging her firm flesh.

I started nibbling on the hard nipple in my mouth and the moans from Envy’s throat kept growing louder. I moved my boob-hand slowly down her stomach. I felt her muscles tense under my fingers as I went for my goal.

The moment I slid my middle finger between the folds of her pussy and rubbed over her clit, she dug her fingers into my upper back.

“Ohhh, YES! Zolo! Make me cum again,” she moaned.

Not one to argue, I kept biting softly on her nipple and rubbing my fingers over her clit. Her moans kept increasing and she kept urging me on. I slid my finger lower but kept pressure on her clit. I kept moving until I found the entrance of her pussy, all the while rubbing her clit with the palm of my hand.

I rubbed the tip of my finger against her entrance, to let her know I was there but I wasn’t going in yet. I liked to tease her a little, and considering her pelvic motion, she wasn’t complaining. As I put a little more pressure on her entrance with my finger, I bit a little harder on her nipple. I read somewhere online that most girls really dig that stuff.

Apparently, Envy was one of them. One of her hands grabbed my hand by her pussy and the other wrapped around my dick. She gripped my dick firmly. Almost to the point that it hurt. But considering her groans and moans, she was extremely close to cumming and probably wasn’t aware of how firm she gripped me.
This was my cue. I started sliding my finger inside my sister’s pussy. I wasn’t going slow either. Considering the fact that she was wet and grinding against my hand, I figured she wanted me in there as fast as I could. Before I knew it, my middle finger was completely inside her.

“AHHH! HMMMM!!!” Envy groaned and I felt her pussy contracting sharply around my finger.

Her grip on my shoulders loosened a bit and I felt her legs give way. I was just in time to wrap my free arm around her waist to keep her standing. During all this, she kept climaxing and rubbing her pussy against my hand. I lifted my mouth from her boob and let her enjoy her orgasm.

After a few moments, I felt the spasms fade a little and I lifted my face to look at her. She still had her eyes closed and a grin started to spread across her face. I still had my finger buried inside my sister as she opened her eyes and started kissing me hungrily. I liked the way her pussy moved around my finger as she moved her body. So I started sliding in and out of her causing more moans and a bit more spasms.

“Ohhh… This is awesome, bro,” She said, moving her body around and causing my finger to leave her body. “But now… I want this again.”

And just like that, she lifted her leg and placed my dick against the entrance of her pussy. She looked me in my eyes with a very focused look on her face as she inched her lower body forward and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I had a pretty good idea what Envy was going to do, but still, it surprised me. She pulled herself up by hanging around my neck and standing on her toes. I quickly grabbed her by her ass with both hands and helped her get off the ground. I was standing a bit unsteadily but could shuffle back that tiny bit that was necessary to put my back against the shower wall.

The moment I felt the wall, I fully lifted Envy and she immediately wrapped her legs around me. Despite all the movement, my dickhead was still nudged against the entrance of my sister’s pussy. Now that we were in the right position, Envy looked me deep in my eyes and very slowly but very deliberately, started impaling herself on my dick.

I felt myself inching back inside the most wonderful thing I ever felt. I heard myself moan as Envy slid down further and further. As she went lower, a grin spread across her face. The moment our pubes hit and I couldn’t go in any deeper, Envy sighed loudly.

“Your big cock is SO FUCKING amazing, bro! I’m SO glad you fucked me on stage!”

I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting again, but it was a different feeling than when I fingered her.

“I didn’t… AHH… mean to… OHH… fuck you. I jus…” I managed as Envy started sliding back up.

“Hush… Fuck me now! And then fuck me again. And again and…” Envy moaned as we got into a nice rhythm together.

The loud slaps of our bodies were amplified by the tiled walls, but neither of us cared about that. I was completely engrossed in fucking my sister and prolonging my orgasm as long as I could.

I don’t know how long we fucked, but I was pretty sure Envy came two times during our shower fuck. They weren’t as strong and intense as when I fingered her, but they were definitely orgasms. The moment I felt I passed the point of no return, I squeezed her butt firmly and started slamming my groin even harder.

“I’m… AHHH! Do you want me… OHH.. to pull…”

“NO!! FUCK ME! CUM INSIDE ME! I want to feel your hot cum inside!” Envy moaned quite loudly.

I was too far gone to care about the noise. I slammed two more times as I felt my balls emptying themselves. I pressed my groin firmly against Envy as spurt after spurt exited my dick and coated my sister’s insides. This orgasm was even better than the one on stage. Now it wasn’t just my dick that tingled, but my entire body was tingling and I had goosebumps all over. Fireworks were flashing before my eyes. And I barely registered Envy cumming for the third time as my dick twitched inside her.

I had to lean against the wall to prevent us from falling down. I stood there panting heavily and holding my sister up by her ass cheeks. Envy didn’t let go and kept milking my dick with her pussy.

“Hmmm… This was even better,” Envy purred and she released the grip around my waist with her legs. “Imagine Mom finding out about this. She would be SO pissed!”

I still don’t know what exactly had happened between my sister and my mom. Maybe it was a girl’s thing, but there certainly was some bad blood between them. I didn’t care about it! I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

A few moments later, my dick exited my sister’s vagina and we stood there under the warm stream of water catching our breath.

Envy took the showerhead and started spraying me clean, paying special attention to my dick. After she was done with me, she cleaned herself and handed me the soap.

“You do me first, then I’ll do you,” she said, turning around.

We washed each other thoroughly and paid special attention to the good parts. And we dried each other off. After that… we fucked. Again. Lying down on the couch this time.

Finally, we both agreed we had pushed our luck enough, figuring our mom would be wondering what was taking us so long. After we got dressed, I fingered Envy a bit, so she was nicely lubed as we headed back to the party.

At first, I was afraid our mom had noticed, but she didn’t let on anything. Before we had to leave, we fucked again in the men’s toilet. We were almost busted twice, but keeping quiet at the right time was something we were both good at as it appeared.

When I laid down in my bed late that night, I was completely spent! I was afraid my dick would never get hard again.

But the next morning, that fear proved to be unfounded. The moment Envy entered my room, wearing nothing but her smile, I felt my dick was still up for it.

The end.

And that’s another short little story. To me it was an interlude from the big, big, BIG story I’m writing. I needed a bit of time away from it, and decided to write this little one. Story-wise, I should’ve stopped after the stage scene and ditch the dressing-room bit completely. But I didn’t want to do basically the same as in ‘Massage in a Bottle‘. So as a fanservice, I added the dressing-room bit, to spice things up a little bit more.

Another big thank you to E-o-F who helped me out with editing and some small changes!

I hope you still enjoyed this one. And as always, comments are more than welcome! Mail, comment on the site, a pigeon. Anything! Let me know what you think.

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