Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2000 19:23:47 -0500 (EST)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: CAMCORDER SLEEPOVER (b/b, oral, anal) (gay male - young friends)

THE CAMCORDER SLEEPOVER (b/b, oral, anal)
by Lemmaire

The whole thing was so strange I still can't believe it actually happened,
but whenever I start to doubt it, or think it was just a really sexy dream,
I just reach under my bed and pull out my backpack, and there it is...right
on VHS...my first sexual experience with Jake...recorded for the whole world
to see -- (well, okay, hopefully not the whole world -- I'd pretty much shit
my pants if my mom ever found it) -- but hey, I know for a fact I'll be
watching it over and over this week -- and I'm sure Jake will want to come
over and see it too.  That should lead to some interesting replays.

Jake is this really fun kid that lives on the same block I do.  He's 12 like
me, but we don't go to the same school or anything, because I'm in regular
middle school and he goes to this fancy private school for rich kids because
his parents are loaded.  Still, living on the same block only a few houses
away from each other, it didn't take long before we ran into each other in
the neighborhood and became good friends.  As far as I know, we're the only
guys the same age on the block, so it's sort of natural that we'd start
hanging out together and sleeping over at each others' houses and stuff.

My name's Dylan -- which sucks -- because trust me, people can come up with
about eight million different nicknames for that one.  I've been called
everything from Dill Pickle to Dildo Brain ever since second grade.  Don't
ask me where second-graders even learn terms like Dildo Brain -- but I've
been called one since before I even knew what one was.

Anyway...that's one of the things I like so much about Jake.  Not only is he
fun to hang around with, but never once since I've known him -- for about
two years now -- has he ever called me anything but Dylan.  Just about
everybody tries to call me something else about two hours after they've met
me -- even my own mom calls me Dill -- so, believe me -- it's kind of a
relief to hang out with somebody all day who has the courtesy to remember
the "a" "n" at the end.  Jake's like that.  Courteous.  Polite.  But not in
a stupid way.  Just in a cool way.

So, anyway...my parents were off to god-knows-where for some stupid wedding
Friday night -- some cousin or niece or nephew or something -- (who can keep
track?) -- and they called up Jake's parents to see if I could crash over at
his house for the night. My mom's so funny -- she made it sound like it was
this really long drive and they didn't know how late they'd be back.  Yeah,
right.  The drive was only about forty minutes.  She probably wanted to
unload me so her and dad could get good and rowdy at the reception and shack
up at some motel on the way back home and not have to worry about me.  Not
that my parents are assholes or anything -- in fact, they're pretty cool as
far as parents go -- but hey, when you get to be their age, I suppose
whenever an opportunity comes up to get drunk and screw each other, you send
junior off to the neighbors and grab whatever you can get.

And it turns out I should thank them for it...because wow...while they were
getting drunk and screwing...gulp!...so was I !  Although I had no idea I'd
be doing it.

Like I said, Jake and I have been friends for a couple of years -- and sure,
we've talked about sex and jacking off and stuff like that -- you know, just
basic stuff, like how many times a day do you do it, and what do you think
about when you get the feeling, and you know, do you have cum yet and all
that stuff -- just the basics.

So, I really had no idea Jake had anything in mind for me when I showed up
at his house for the sleepover.  We'd never done anything sexual before
besides talking about it.  I didn't even know what his dick looked like.  I
don't think I've ever even seen him piss before.  We live in the city, so
it's not like we're standing outside peeing on trees in broad daylight or
anything.  We pretty much stick to the average toilet and
closed-bathroom-door method.

So, I get to Jake's about four in the afternoon after school on Friday.  Mom
and Dad are already dressed for the wedding and out the door.  Dad slips me
a twenty and says, "Have a good night, sport -- here's some money if you
guys want to get a pizza or rent some videos or something."

Mom says, "Be sure to thank Mr. and Mrs. Redmond for letting you stay over."

And of course, I nod yes, but I'm thinking, "yeah, sure, I'll walk in the
house and first thing we'll do is sit down and have a group hug."  Whatever.
Parents are so weird about things sometimes.

Anyway, Jake's up in his room when I get there playing "Age of Empires."
Like I said, his parents are rich, so there's, like, a computer in every
room of the house.  I swear, he probably had one of his own and had "Riven"
figured out while I was still in Superman underwear watching "Sesame
Street."

"Dylan!" he smiled, taking his eyes of the screen for just a split second.
"Come on in, bud. Shut the door.  My mom says the sound of me slaughtering
enemy villagers makes her nervous."

I laughed.  I've got the same game.  (And the same type of mom).

"Besides," he added quickly, "I've got a little you-know-what in the
you-know-where."

Casually, he slid open his desk drawer and produced a pint of vodka.  Still
playing the game with his mouse hand, he unscrewed the top of the bottle
with the other one and took a nice hit off the bottle and handed it over to
me.

"You bad boy," I grinned, taking a big swig myself.  I tried to pretend it
didn't burn, but yowch.

We sat around, pretty much polishing off the whole bottle, feeling really
good and numb while Jake kept playing his game.  I could tell he was getting
good and drunk because he wasn't quite playing as good as he normally did.
Shit.  His villagers were getting attacked by enemy scouts everywhere.

"Oops," he giggled, taking another pull off the bottle.  "Guess I should
have put up a few watch towers, huh?"

I laughed and sat down cross-legged on the floor.  "Whatever."

"Jake!" his mom yelled from downstairs a few minutes later.  "Are you two
going to be all right?  We're leaving!"

"We're fine!" Jake yelled back. "Have fun!"

"What's that all about," I asked, closing the door.

"Aw, she's going to some dumb thing at work -- some party for some professor
who's leaving or something."

His parents worked at the same university.  His mom was the dean, whatever
that is. His dad was some kind of administrator dude.

"Excellent," I grinned.  "How long are they going to be gone?"

"Days, I hope."

I laughed again.  I'm sure it wouldn't be days, but at least we'd be able to
make some noise and not worry about it for awhile.

"You want some pizza?" I asked.  "My dad gave me some cash."

"Cool," he said, handing me the cordless.  Like he really needed anyone to
pay for the pizza.  He had money coming out of his ass.  Still, that was
another cool thing about him.  He didn't flaunt it at all.   He'd pay for
anything, anytime and not even blink, but when you offered to return the
favor, he wouldn't get all rich-kid on you and say, "no, let me..." he'd let
you buy, too...just like a normal guy.  I appreciated that.  It made me feel
equal to him.

I ordered the pizza, he kept playing his game...it showed up about a half
hour later.  We ate...talked about girls...unwound.   It was good to have
the house to ourselves.

"So what do you want to do, honored guest?"  He belched and threw a crust
back into the box.  We'd pretty much wiped out the whole pizza and we were
growing restless now.

"I don't know," I said, kicking my shoes off and getting comfortable.  I
spotted the camcorder in the corner, on its tripod, where it always is.
We'd never used it for anything before.  Hell, it was more like a
decoration.  "Let's make a movie."

"Cool," he agreed, clicking save and shutting off his monitor.  "Blank
tape's already in there. You film, I'll star."

"Yeah, sure," I grinned, still feeling the effects of my half of the vodka
pint, even on a full stomach.   "You're such celebrity material."  I turned
on the power and pushed record, lining him up in the shot.  I had no idea
what kind of movie he had in mind, but I was sure it'd be funny.  Turns out
it was a training film.  More training than I had in mind, actually, but
hey, who's complaining.

"Hello," he said in a friendly voice to the camera.  You could tell he was
sort of drunk.  "Welcome to my room.  I'm Miss Jennifer Pissnuts, and today
I'll be explaining the birds and the bees to all of you little kiddies out
there.

"Oh great," I said from behind the tripod.  "This should be informative."

"First, I'd like you to observe my mountainous boozums," he grinned, puffing
out his chest and walking in closer to the lens for a close-up. He stumbled
a little because he was still a little buzzed himself.

I tried not to shake the picture, but he looked so stupid, I had to laugh.

"Not very big titties," I drolled.  "I think you need to eat more Wheaties,
Jennifer."

"Oh yeah?" he smiled.  "Wait'll I put my new improved jugaroonies on.  Then
you'll be shooting in your shorts, Bucko."

I waited, grinning, wondering what he'd come up with next.  He walked to his
dresser and pulled a couple balls of socks out of the top drawer.  He
stuffed them under his shirt and did a sexy, funny walk toward the camera.

"Now that's much better," I said.  "Now you've got some meat on your bones,
baby."

"You think that's nice," he winked.  "Wait until you see my hot little
coochie."

Oh, now this was getting good.  I'm glad I was buzzed.  This was definitely
territory we'd never wandered into before.

"Oh, mama." I said.  "Bring it on, superstar."

He fumbled with his pants for a second -- God, I couldn't believe he was
actually going to do this on tape!  Shit, he must have been drunk!   I
started laughing before he even had his underwear down.  But sure enough, he
slid his pants down his legs, stepped out of his boxers, and there he was,
in his full naked glory, while I stood there recording the whole thing.
Man, this was going to make one excellent blackmail tape if he ever got any
good secrets on me.

For the first time, I saw his dick.  It was still limp.  I remember thinking
it looked pretty much like mine.  Nothing too great, nothing too huge, but
fairly decent looking as far as dicks go.  He had a few more pubes than I
did.  His were more darkish brown.  Mine were still kind of faint and
light-colored.  I don't know why, but I felt my dick starting to get a
little harder while I looked at him.  I guess I was just feeling weird or
something.  It had never occurred to me that looking at another guy's dick
could get me horny or anything weird like that.

He was still into the part.  "Now observe," he said happily to the camera.

He pushed his dick between his legs and squeezed his legs together and sort
of wobbled toward the camera.  Kind of like that scene in "Silence of the
Lambs," where that weird guy is dancing in his basement with his pierced
nipples and his honker all squished up so it looked like a snatch.

"I've got the hottest little pussy in the whole wide world," he cooed,
batting his eyes at the camera, and looking like a moron.  "Can I finger it
for you kiddies?  Would you mind?"

I was still trying to smile and act like nothing was strange, even though I
could feel my own dick getting harder and harder in my pants, straining
against my underwear, making me sort of uncomfortable down there.  I was
hoping he was so into his act that he wouldn't notice it behind the tripod.
I didn't exactly want him to know I was getting off on this strange stuff.
That's all I'd need.  Adding something like "boner boy" to my list of
nicknames, which was already way too long.

"Oh yeah," he said in a soft moany voice that for some reason, sent a shiver
down my spine.  "Watch me while I finger my hot little pussy for you, baby."

Not losing eye contact with the camera for a minute, he slowly stuck out his
middle finger and brought it to his lips, where he started sucking on it and
getting it all slimy and covered with spit.  After it was good and wet, he
lowered his arm and brought his finger down to his "snatch."

"Make sure you get a close-up," he grinned.   Like there was anyway I'd miss
this show.  Hell, buzzed or not, I was already zooming in.

He started sliding his wet finger in and out of his fake snatch -- and as he
was doing it, he was moaning really good.  I looked up at his face and he
had his eyes closed.  He was licking his own lips while he moaned, making
the coolest sounds and really getting into it.  My own dick felt like it was
going to explode out of my underwear.

He opened his eyes.  "I can see you're getting into the filmmaking process,
too," he smiled at me, nodding down to the obvious bulge in my pants.

"Well, hey," I said, a little embarrassed.  "When a hot little bitch like
you starts shaking her groove thing in a guy's face like that, what can I
say?"

"Want to do something about that?" he asked hesitantly...a little quieter
than he'd been talking before.

"I don't know," I said.  "What do you mean, exactly."

He paused for a second.  "I mean, I could suck it for you." Then he added
nervously, "If you want.  I mean, I wouldn't mind or anything."

Oh my God.  I couldn't believe it.  Here was a guy who'd never even seen me
take a pee before offering to suck my dick.  I mean, I'd heard about guys
who did that sort of thing with each other, but I'd never really given it
much thought.  I certainly never thought I'd ever get any offers like that
myself.  And since my dick was practically killing me, it was so hard, I
answered with the only thing I could really say in a situation like that.

"Well...okay, I guess...if you swear you won't tell anybody."

"Oh, right," he grinned.  "Like I'll take out an ad in the paper or
something.  Moron."

He laughed and motioned me over to his bed.

"Keep the camcorder running," he winked.  "Aim it at the bed."

I wasn't about to argue.  I lined up a shot and walked over to him...my hard
dick, straining in my pants, waiting for some release.

He must have sensed my nervousness.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said, motioning me over.  "It's no big deal.
I've done this before, you know."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah," he answered, smiling at me.  "My cousin used to stay over here all
the time. We used to -- you know -- do some stuff once in awhile."

Fine with me.  Hell, if it meant getting my dick sucked for the first time,
I didn't care where he got his training.

I came over and sat down next to him on the bed.  He looked at me with
confidence...not at all nervous, like I was.  "Just relax," he said.
"Nobody'll ever know about this.  It doesn't mean anything...it's just
playing around."

I tried to take a deep breath and let whatever was going to happen, happen.
I was trying not to be nervous, but I think I closed my eyes anyway.

I felt his fingers reaching for the snap of my jeans.  He had them undone in
a flash, and I heard the faint slide as my zipper came down.  Even that much
felt better on my straining, hard dick.  Then, sort of pulling me up a
little, he slid down my pants and pulled down my underwear.  Even nervous
and half afraid, I had the sense to hope I didn't have any bad skid marks in
my underwear or anything gross like that.  Luckily I didn't.

"Hey, now that's nice," he said, looking down at my dick.

I looked at his too.  It was obviously no longer tucked between his legs in
any type of comedy display.  Now it was standing straight up, pointing at
his stomach.  It looked good.  It was the same size as mine hard, too.  Five
inches.  Maybe a little bit smaller.

"Shhh," he whispered.  "Relax.  I'll make it feel really good."

And before I knew what was happening, he kneeled down on the floor in front
of my legs while I sat there on the bed.  He bent his head over my lap and
soon I felt the soft, warm tickling of his tongue on the straining, bulbous
head of my dick.  It felt so good.  Oh my God, I couldn't believe he was
doing this.  I didn't want it to end.

Then he went to work on me like I never would have expected.  I didn't think
it was even possible to swallow a whole dick like that -- but that's exactly
what he did -- licking the hard shaft up and down and then once it was wet,
taking the whole straining thing in his mouth, pushing it way down his
throat -- not even gagging as he surrounded my dick with his hot, wet mouth.
I moaned and whispered, "Oh God, Jake...that feels so good.  Please don't
stop."

His hands ran their way up my stomach and onto my arms.  I shivered.  Still
sucking me, he ran his hands down the length of my arms and grabbed my
wrists.  He took my hands and placed them on his head.

I grabbed a handful of his hair with both hands...not hard, but enough to
guide his head up and down on my throbbing shaft.  He sucked me and moaned
as I lifted his head up and down, pushing my rock hard cock farther and
farther into his throat.

"Oh God," I whispered.  "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum."

"Don't," he whispered back, stopping quickly.  "You can't cum yet.  This is
good, but there's more we can do."

I remained quiet, not quite sure of what he meant.

"I want you to fuck me, Dylan.  Will you?  Please?"

I looked in his eyes.  He was so sincere...so shy, almost.  Like he was
afraid I say "no" and tell him to get the hell away from me.

"I'm not really sure what to do," I said nervously.

"Just lay down," he said.  "I'll guide you.  It'll be okay."

"Do you promise you won't tell anybody?" I asked quickly.

"I swear," he said, his eyes practically pleading.  "I'll never tell anybody
about this as long as I live."

"Okay," I said, lying back on the bed.  "I really want to."

I wasn't sure how it would happen exactly.  For a minute, I wondered if it
would be clean, or if I'd get anything on me, or anything like that.  I
guess I'd had a mental picture in my mind of guys doing stuff like this
before, but I wasn't quite sure what it would be like in actual practice.
Let me tell you.  It turned out to be pretty amazing.

He scooted up on the bed and straddled himself over the top of my waist.  My
dick was still hard as a rock and I was missing that warm, electric feeling
his mouth had been giving me.  But when he lubricated his asshole with his
own spit and sat down on my cock, gently nudging it forward, wincing as he
sat down on it, taking it all inside of him, I knew that his mouth had only
been the tip of the iceberg.  What I was feeling now was something
completely better -- the hottest, most tightest pleasure I'd ever imagined.
-- No -- never in my wildest dreams could I imagine something could feel
this hot and this good all at once.  With my eyes wide open, I watched him
as he adjusted himself, going slowly at first, raising himself up and down
on the length of my hard shaft, his eyes closed, soft moans coming from his
throat, teeth gritted in pain one moment, then mouth open and gasping in
pleasure the next.

"You feel so good in me," he whispered.  "Push up.  Push it in me as far as
you can."

I raised my hips and began to push into him.  Slowly at first...gently...he
winced again."

"Does it hurt?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Just a little," he said.  "But in a good way."

He paused as we developed a smooth, slow rhythm...my dick sliding in and out
of his ass, slippery with spit.

"My cousin did this to me too," he said, his eyes still closed.  "I hated it
at first.  It hurt too much.  He was huge.  But after awhile I started to
like it.  Then I started to ask him for it."

I grabbed the side of his hips and continued to pump in and out of him,
slowly.  I didn't think I'd be able to last much longer.

"Then he moved away," he said, still raising himself up and down, matching
my slow, even thrusts.  "I miss him a lot.  I miss the way this feels.  I
didn't think I'd ever get to feel this again."

He licked his right hand...coated it with a layer of his own spit...and
began stroking his own dick as I continued to pump up into him.

"I'm going to cum in you," I whispered hoarsely.  "I can feel it, Jake.  I'm
cumming!"

He jacked his own dick faster, eyes still closed, a look of pure bliss on
his face.  With a final urgent thrust, I pushed my dick up as far and as
hard as I could and felt myself blast a load of hot cum into his tight,
sweet ass.

"Ahhhrghhhh." he groaned.  "That's so good!"

He continued sliding on my dick...up and down...in small circles...moving
himself around...grinding hard...it was almost starting to hurt me...but
then he gasped...and his body shook...and I watched the joy on his face as
three spurts of thin, white liquid shot from the end of his rigid cock and
landed on my stomach.

He stayed that way for a full minute, breathing hard, my dick still buried
in his ass, neither of us saying anything.  It was awkward at first.  Now
that it was over, I didn't really know what to say to him.  He slid off of
me, my dick popping out of his ass with an audible "plop."  I looked down,
expecting to see -- well, expecting the worse -- but it was completely clean
-- nothing was dirty at all.

He got off the bed and reached down to the floor for his underwear and
jeans.

"I hope you'll still hang out with me," he said shyly.  "I mean, I hope this
doesn't wreck us or anything."

"No, it's cool..." I said, not wanting him to worry about something so
stupid.  "I mean, I really liked it too."

"Really?" he said.  It looked like he had tears in his eyes.  "But it's
weird.  I hate myself for wanting to do stuff like that.  But I think about
it all the time."

"Hey, you moron," I said, trying to act natural.  "It's no big deal.  If
it's wrong, well, who cares.  We don't have to tell anybody."

He looked relieved.

"Besides," I said.  "I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime."

He looked up at me and smiled a nervous smile.

"And who knows," I added.  "Maybe I'll let you direct the movie next time."

We both smiled and looked over at the camcorder, still rolling, still taping
our first excited, awkward experience together.  Somehow we both had a
feeling that our movie collection would be growing pretty quickly in the
weeks ahead.  Not too many guys have the honor of having their first time
together on tape, saved forever.

But we did.  And if I knew my friend Jake, there were a lot of camcorder
sleepovers in our future.  I could tell my allowance was going to be spent
on a lot of blank cassettes from now on.  I mean, I'm no Spielberg, but
hell...a person's gotta make a few home movies once in awhile, right?

END