Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2004 10:47:36 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you sad  -  part 1

Are you sad?

By David Lundquist


Part 1

"Are you sad?" John's clear treble voice broke through my brooding.

"Huh?" Eloquent as ever, that's me.

"You look sad." John persisted.

"I'm not." I answered without conviction. "Let's go on with the alphabet, so
we can finish in time for a dip in the pool."

John looked at me with knowing eyes, before turning back to the textbook in
front of him. Shit, that boy had an uncanny ability to look through me. Of
course I was unhappy. My girlfriend had just ditched me after 4 years. Shit!
Why did she have to do that? Not loving her? Some bullshit! Course I loved
her, didn't I?

I forced myself back to the reality; my lecture in Hebrew with ours
neighbor's son John. "Alef, Beth, Gimmel, it's not that difficult John."

John repeated after me "alef, beth gimmel..", and this time he did the whole
alphabet without any faults. He was good, actually. He must have some knack
for languages, as he had for most things. He was a bright boy, and not only
bright, but stunningly beautiful. My eyes crept back to his head, bowed over
the textbook. He had the most luxury thick glossy black hair I've ever seen,
enclosing the upper part of his head, spilling over his ears and eyes. And
of course those eyes could do with some cover up, they were constantly
confusing me when he looked at me. Big, almond formed, black, with thick
lustrous lashes, and with the ability to see right through me. Every time I
looked into those big dark pools, I felt some stirring in my body I did not
dare to acknowledge. His nose had just the right tiny upturn, presiding over
his big mouth with the broad dark red lips with clear-cut edges. Thinking
over it, those were the kind of lips I liked to kiss, they would make a girl
very proud! His skin was like silk, dark tanned now late summer, but also
with a kind of glow I could not explain. His face had the look of a boy that
had entered on puberty, but not longer into it that he had the magic beauty
girls and boys of that age share.

His body was maybe a bit younger that his 14 years. He had not grown so much
as was normal at that age. His limbs still had the long slim form of the
early teen years. His muscles was not as defined as they very soon would be,
not that I minded. Not at all. I had never really admitted it to myself, but
I found boys like that very attractive, just like my taste in girls were the
tom-boy like girls, the ones looking like young boys. It was very confusing,
and I did not want to delve on it too much. I've had enough of troubles in
the 21 years I had tread the earth on this planet.

John's choice of what to wear that day did not make him less desirable: He
was dresses to suit the warm August, with just a tight white t-shirt and a
small pair of tennis shorts, riding high up on his thighs and showing off
his long slim legs to their best.

"Why are you sad?" John brought me back from my favorite pastime this last
half hour: Caressing his body with my eyes. He looked up at me with his
bottom less eyes. His brilliant white front teeth glistened between his red
lips.

"I'm sad because my girlfriend had broken up with me." I could not hold it
back from him. Most of the times I found it very difficult to hold anything
back from him. He was like that.

"What? Has Lise broken up? Why?" He looked alarmed up at me. Lise had not
only been my girlfriend, but also a close friend of John's family.

"She says I do not love her anymore." It just fell out of me, not that I had
intended to discuss it with John.

"Do you?" he knew to ask the right questions that boy!

"Course I do!" He looked at me without saying anything. "Well, at least I
think I do." I continued, now a bit less convincing.

"How long have you been together?" he asked.

"Four years this summer. I met her when I worked on the kibbutz in Israel."

"Was she a volunteer she too?"

"Yes. She joined the kibbutz at the same time as I did, and we went back
together."

John loved to hear me talk about my stays at kibbutzim in Israel. He could
not wait to be old enough to go himself, and he had made his parents paying
me to teach him Hebrew so he could be prepared. After some talk back and
forth about volunteer life in the kibbutz, we came to the topic he loved
most to hear about: Girl and boy volunteers together at the kibbutz.

"Did you and Lise sleep together at the kibbutz?" He blushed when he
realized what he had asked. "I mean, did you share the same bedroom?" He
looked eager up at me, knowing well what the answer would be.

"Yes, we did." I answered truthfully.

"But, but what did the people at the kibbutz say about it?" He looked
expectantly up at me.

"They did not mind or care at all." I answered, knowing what would come.

"And they gave you...." he was giving me my clue.

".... condoms to use." I completed the sentence.

"Boy!" He sighed. "I want to go to that kibbutz!"

"You still have to wait for 4 year!" I smiled to him. "You have to stick to
your hand till then!"

"What are you talking about?" he asked me with mock bewilderment in his
face, but he blushed furiously and looked away. But I could see from the
small smile that flew over his mouth that he did not mind me being so
direct.

"You know, your horny little rabbit!" I grinned to him.

He grinned back, and one of his hands did some fast rearrangement in his
crotch.

This was as far as we ever had gone with this topic, and I expected him to
drop it. But he had other thoughts. "How old were you then?" he asked me.

"When?"

"When you and Lise moved in together at the kibbutz."

"17."

"But I thought you had to be 18 to go work as a volunteer at the kibbutz?"

"That's the general rule, but dad knows the right people in Israel, so it
was fixed so I could go at 17."

"Wow, do you think that he can fix that for me too?" He grinned to me.

"Nope! Not if your only reason for going is to fuck girls!"

"And besides my dad would never let me go so young." John sighed.

He stretched out his long slender legs. The lump in his crotch was clearly
bigger now. I could easily see the little sausage pointing up to the left
side of his stomach. He did not try to hide it from me, but blushed when he
saw me staring at it, and covered it with his hands.

"Had you been together with a girl before you met Lise at the kibbutz?" John
asked.

"No, she was my first." I could not understand why I told him.

"But you knew about sex and such?" he went on. His hands were not idle in
his lap, and I was starting to have second thoughts about where this
conversation was going.

"Yes, sure. But should we not go on with the lesson?" I tried.

He did not seem to have heard me. "You did mas..., I mean...., play with
yourself at that time?" He was blushing hard again. "Sorry for asking, but I
have nobody to ask these things!" He blurted out.

"Yes. Sure!"

"How old were you when you started to .... to do it?" he wanted to know.

"Oh, well....." I had to think that over. "Twelve I think." Now it was me
that was blushing.

He sat silent for some time. Twice he started on a sentence, without
success. The third time he managed to get it out: "But, did you ever do
anything, you know, kind of sex things, with, eh, with friends?" he looked
relieved when he got it out.

Now it was mine turn to hesitate. But of course, I could not resist,
particular now when he looked up at me with next to pleading eyes.

"Yes, I did." I whispered back to him.

"Oh." He looked relieved. "With whom? What did you do? How old were you when
you started? Where did you do it?" The questions rolled out of him like peas
on a string.

"With friends, you know, class mates. Oh, I think we were 13 - 14 the first
times. We did it at home and when we went on camping together. Ok?
Satisfied?" I answered.

"You forgot one question. What did you do?" he looked away from me.

I hesitated.

"Please Tom, tell me!"

"Ok, then. We masturbated each other."

"That's all?" he looked disappointed up at me.

"And we did it with the mouth on each other."

"Oh. Right." He relaxed. "Thanks." He smiled a grateful smile at me. "I
thought I was weird, perverse kind like."

"So you do some with friends? Right?" I asked him.

"Yes." He whispered.

"Only with friends?" I thought I better ask. "Not with any dirty old man?"

"No! No. only with my friends".

"Fine!" I said. "You have to be very careful with these kind of things, you
know."

We sat quiet for a minute or so. Then he asked:

"Did you stop doing it with you friend when you med Lise?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever done it with boys since then?" he went on.

"No. Never."

"Don't you want to?" He was blushing hard now. What was on his mind?

"Not really." But I hesitated a bit before answering, and he detected that.

"Sure? Never?" He slowly pulled the hem of his t-shirt up on his stomach. It
made me see how low on his stomach the lining on his shorts were. Oceans of
bare soft skin were between his small "innie" navel and his shorts.

I did not answer him, but kept staring at his groin. The lump that was
confined by the white cloth was bigger now.

"Never?" he asked again, and now he slowly unbuttoned his shorts in front.

This was too much for me. "John, you better stop that."

"Why?" He looked hurt at me. "Don't you like me?"

"Sure I do. I like you very much John." That was true, the problem was that
I liked him too much.

He pulled the t-shirt over his head, sitting back on the chair, clad only in
his partly open shorts. "Do you think I'm good looking?"

"Yes, you're very good looking." I assured him, "but we should not continue
with this. It's not right!"

"I want to." He did not move, but spread his long legs. "Don't you?"

"I ...... I ......  no, I do not." I tried to lie to him.

"Do you want to see more of me?" He smiled a cunning smile to me, and
started to pull down the zipper in his shorts.

I did not answer, but my eyes did not leave his crotch. As the zipper slowly
crept down, it became obvious that he did not use any underwear. Soon the
sipper was all the way down, and I could see some curly black hairs at the
bottom of the opening.

"John! Stop!" I tried again.

"Shut up you moron! I want you to see me!" John hissed back at me. He lifted
his bum off the chair and showed his shorts down on his legs. When he leaned
back my heart skipped a couple of beats.

His dick stood proud and hard up his groin. It was about half grown, as long
as my middle finger, but a lot thicker. The foreskin had retracted halfway
down on the broad helmet like head. His scrotum was small and hard, tight up
against his crotch.

"You like it?" he asked, his face a dark shade of read.

"Yes!" I whispered. "It's beautiful!"

"Do you get hard yourself by watching it?" he asked me, as he did not know
the answer.

"Yes. I'm very hard now!"

Just then we heard the front door banging shut downstairs, and almost in the
same instant his mother: "Yohoo! Anybody home?"

"Shit!" John spat out. He bent over to me and grabbed my hand. He placed it
on his dick and pressed it hard against it. I could feel the warm and silken
hardness under my hand for a second before he showed me away and zipped up
his shorts. We could hear his mother coming up the stairs, and the next
minute she came into the room with a rush of joyfulness.

"Hi my boys! How is the lesson going? Is John working hard? Is Tom a good
teacher?"

Before we could answer, she rushed on: "You do look hot the both of you. You
should take a dip in the pool to cool you down."

"Hi. Yes. Yah, sure, great idea!" John and I said simultaneously. We grinned
to each other. The tension was gone. Now it was like we had a great secret
together.

"Come on. I'll make you some cold lemonade while you change." She ran out of
the room and down the stairs.

I had brought my bathing trunks in case I should be offered to use the pool,
and I rose and undressed fast. John slipped off his shorts and stood naked
staring intensely at my midriff when I pulled down my briefs.

"Wow! You're big!" His own dick started to rise up from his crotch again. I
pulled up my trunks fast to cover my own growing dick. I did not want him to
see me with a hard on.

John sighed and put on a small speedo that hardly covered his had dick.
"You're nice." He said to me when we walked down the stairs.

"So are you!" I answered him.

For the next two hours we swam in the pool, and rested at the poolside
sipping cold lemonade. John's mother was there all the time, and John acted
quite decent with me, except under the water when he felt me up a couple of
time. Once I became very hard very fast, and while we stood close to the
side of the pool, he caressed my hard dick on the outside of my trunks.

When I at last had to go home for dinner, John whispered to me that we were
not done with this. It was a very confused young man that went early to bed
and spent a long time caressing a very hard dick while the image of a naked
John with a hard on passed over his closed eyes.

...

That's all for now. I would be very happy to receive comments to
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