Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2001 03:39:46 EDT From: Kevroc54321@aol.com Subject: The Education of Joshua, part 10 THE EDUCATION OF JOSHUA Part Ten This fictional story contains explicits intimate acts between an adult male and minor male(s), so if you don't want to read this type of literature, or if you are offended by this concept, or if the laws/statutes of your area don't allow you to view this type of material, leave now. Otherwise, read on......... Josh was one of those kids that I never got tired of looking at, listening to, hearing about, or even going places with. I think we must've watched every video movie I have at least 3 times each all the way thru, that is when we made it thru the movies at all! He was deceptively insightful, so much in fact that I continually had to readjust how I saw him. There were many times he stayed over and slept on the couch just because he felt at home anywhere in my house, and many times he slept with me that we just slept, not having to "do something" every time we had our bodies within 3' of each other. It was perhaps in many ways the most advanced, intricate, and basically fullest relationship that I've ever had. I had no hold on him, and he had no hold on me. We knew that we could each go our separate ways and yet always be friends. We knew that the age difference had inherent complications, but somehow we always seemed to circumvent those. It was as if the type of love we had melted the obstacles. Yeah. That was it. "Michael?" Josh called from my front door as he strode in looking to see where I was. "Yeah?" "Oh, good, you're home." "No, I always leave the front door open while the alternate-Michael-robot runs around doing the chores." "Yeah right!" he chided, following my voice to where I was. "Whatcha doing?" he smiled. "Looking at you. What're you doing?" "Do you always put on rubber gloves and hold cleanser and a toilet brush and wait for me to show up?" he teased. "Did you brush your teeth today?" I teased back. "Gross!" his smile widened. "Well Ok, I guess I go back to scrubbing the toilet, then." "Whatcha gonna do after that?" he asked. It was Friday, and he usually stayed over on Friday nights to watch a movie, eat pizza and whatever else we decided was good for the evening. "I think I will get rid of these gloves and give you a big hug," I said. "Only a hug?"<<<big smile>>> "Well, I guess I can hug various parts of you and see what comes up," I teased again. He nodded his head up and down, agreeing very emphatically. "Now THAT'S what I'm talking about....!" he said, smiling big. "Joshy, boy. Is my best boy horney or something?" "Horney AND something," he winked, "I was born horney and it took my body 11 years to catch up." I clutched my heart and spoke as though in a play, "Did I awaken the sleeping giant too soon?" "My Sleeping Giant was awakened by you just in time," Josh batted his eyes, playing the part as best he could, "but he needs awakening by you often, and well." Oh THIS was gonna be a hell of a night! We both cracked up and I kissed him on the top of his beautiful head. "Joshy, you have the coolest color of blonde hair, Mmmmmm!" It smelled of apple shampoo and conditioner. God! "You've only told me that over a hundred times," he fake complained. "Oh! Dost thou mock me?!" I looked shocked and stepped back half a step. "No," he said almost unable to get the words out past his cracking up, "I doth cock you!" he said, grabbing his groin and thrusting it toward me. We both laughed until we nearly had tears. I gave up trying to clean the rest of the bathroom. It was too much damned fun having Josh to joke with, to hug, and to talk with. We ordered our usual pepperoni pizza and I had a beer and Josh had a Creme Soda. He wanted to watch sitcoms, so we did. We channel surfed and found an old sitcom which starred Leonardo DiCaprio. "Damn, Michael, he is just WAY good looking!" I had to agree, he was just delicious. "Michael?" It had that air of troubled importance. "Yeah, bud?" "Would you do it with him if you could?" "Hmmm, I don't know. I mean, he's good looking and everything, but, would it hurt your feelings it I did it with him while you and I were friends like we are now?" He shrugged his shoulders, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Your shoulders tell me one thing and your eyes tell me yes, it would hurt your feelings," I said. He nodded his head and began wailing softly, trying not to be too loud with his grief. "What, babe? What is it? The t.v. show?" He shook his head no. "Something else?" He nodded his head. "Something happen?" He began to cry in earnest, and I could see he was withholding himself from reaching out to me for support. I opened my arms and he fell over, almost rolling up into a ball, head resting against my stomach. I let him cry it out a bit, and when he slowed up a little, I gave him a kiss on the arm. "Want some help with it?" I asked. He nodded, "Yeah." "So, what?" I decided to try the comical approach, "Leo DiCaprio was in town and you beat him to death with your Sleeping Giant?" He tried to laugh while still crying, and what I got was a mucous and tears explosion onto my shirt. "Did you puke on me?" I asked shyly. He sat up, more laughing than crying, "Shut up!" I wiped the tears from beneath his eyes with each of my thumbs. "Ok," I began, "I got that something happened........" Josh began to tear up again. I held one finger up, as if to say One Moment Please. ".....and what I want to say is that no matter what it is, you are still my friend and I love you. And I am here to help you with anything forever. So.......... just tell me what happened. It is ok. Really." A couple tears still came down, but it looked like he had pretty good control of it, and he nodded his head. "Okay, I have this guy Roberto in my class that is my good friend. He's been in my same grade class for 2 years now, and he's pretty funny. Anyway, we went to his house after school yesterday and were playing catch, and we got tired and went inside his house and got a Coke and laid back on his bed to rest, and drink our cold drinks. I was just drinking and he started laughing. I looked over and I could see through his clothes that he had a boner, big time. He kept cracking up and pretty soon I started cracking up too. I don't know why I was laughing, except that he's so funny. Anyway. I got a boner, too." More tears. "He laughed and poked my dick through my pants. I laughed and did it back. And back and forth and back and forth. Then he said, 'oh man, it's gonna come out' and he pulls his weenie out and says 'it's almost ready, keep poking it.' I kept poking it and then I rubbed it and then I grabbed it and really jacked it pretty good. Then he asked if I would put my mouth on it, and I did, only I could tell he was pretty close. And when he started to cum, I moved off and just jacked him and then let him go while he was still squirting." More tears. "Yeah, ok. Did anything else happen?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, he then rubbed me pretty intensely through my pants and I let him, and I got real close and had to pull my dick out so I wouldn't mess in my shorts. I barely got it out and it squirted." More tears. "Then, he was pretty excited. He invited me to come back after school today so we could do it again." "So," I said softly, "what was it that upset you so much?" "Uh, well, that I would feel funny if you did that with someone else instead of me," he answered shakily. "Anything else?" "Um, yeah. He only invited me back so we could have sex again. Not just because he likes me. He just wanted to do it again," and the tears rolled again. "It's pretty weird, Michael. I guess you can have sex for just having fun, or because you really really like someone, or for both. But I don't think you can have too many of those going on at the same time. It feels too weird." "I know what you mean, Joshy." Long, long pause. The wheels were definitely turning. "Michael?" "Yeah?" "Have you ever done anything like that since you and I, uh, you know, started doing it?" "Only with Chris, and you know about both those times." "That's it, for real?" "Yup, 100% truth." And it was, too. "Ok, cool. Thanks, Michael." "No problem, buddy." "I don't think I am gonna do that again, though. What do you think?" Josh asked. "I think that you should have the freedom to choose what you want, and the freedom to learn by your mistakes, and I only hope that you know enough to not make too big of mistakes." He thought about what I said for a moment, and then brightened. "Wow, that covers a LOT of stuff!" "Yeah, I guess it does. But I don't want to have you restricted, Josh. I love you way too much for that." "Michael, I have news for you," he smiled. "Uh-oh, what?" "Being with you is anything BUT restricted!" he laughed and hugged me. "Feel better?" I inquired. "Heck yeah! Now where did we leave off?" he cheerfully went on, clicking the t.v. volume back to normal. "With Leonardo DiCaprio," I answered. "Yeah, I said he was hot, and you agreed," Josh noted. "Uh, yeah............" "Oh I get it!" Josh intoned. "He would be great to do it with IF a lot of other things were ok." He beamed. "Other than that it is kind of like letting your imagination tease you!" He knew he had it nailed, and he was completely right. "Boy, let me write that one down," I said seriously. "Dang am I good or what?!" he put his hands up for a double high-five. I double high-fived him back. "Good for sure. Hey?" I remembered something. "Didn't you say you were horney AND something, earlier? What was the "something"?" He got that twinkle in his eyes that made him the beautiful, wonderful, kid that he is. He got that mile wide smile that told me he was 100% lit, and that the candlepower was not going to fade. "I wanted to try something on you first, and then have you do it to me," he replied. "Does it have to do with chains, whips, or blindfolds?" He totally cracked up. "Nope, just one horney kid and a friendly Sleeping Giant." "Can I handle the sleeping part?" "Not before I do it on you first." "My god, Josh, what is it you want to try that we haven't already?" He stood up and took a step over to me, and placed his head on my right shoulder and hugged me. He stood up and took my right hand and pulled me gently to my feet. He nodded his head toward the bedroom, smiled, and led me off to another destiny. He took all my clothes off first, and then had me take his off second. We both had hard-ons that would've penetrated steel. He took my hand a led me to the bed. "Ok," he said, "here's my idea." He put my butt on the edge of the bed, and put my legs out on two chairs. He bent my legs up a little so that they weren't totally straight. He lubed my butt up well, along with his left index finger, and he lotioned my dick up generously with his right hand. With his left finger he entered my butt and circled around a bit, and then found the "magic spot". He knew he'd found it because I bucked considerably. He then began jacking me off with his right hand while matching the motion with his left index finger on my prostate. Ohhhhh! This was good! Only this was only phase 1 and 2 of his plan. Phase 3 was ever so gently taking my testicles into his mouth and very delicately massaging them with his tongue. When he came to the sperm sack, he prodded and massaged gently, pushing into motion every available sperm cell. Phase 1 (massaging the prostate) mobilized every available drop of semen, while his lubricated right hand pumped furiously at my engourged penis. I got closer and closer, and my little buddy monitored it like a hawk. As soon as I tensed, signaling the impending eruption of every drop of semen and evey sperm cell from my testicles, he dislodged his mouth from my balls and plopped his warm mouth over the head of my dick, and bobbed up and down fast and with just the right suction. I came with volumes that I had only seen in movies, and with the intensity that I would have sworn was faked by anyone else. I nearly blacked out. I gripped the bed sheets and squirted my hot love, Joshy sucking and swallowing like he had NEVER done before. When it was clear I was done and he had milked me for every last drop, he just smiled. "I thought that one up all by myself," he touted. "Know why I wanted to do you first?" his face nearly splitting from the width of his grin. "Sure," I nodded. "Cuz I thought that if I did you first, I would get all excited from watching and doing you, and nearly cum, and that would make it better if I went second!" I just started laughing, with what little energy I had left. "You think you're ready for this one, eh?" I ribbed. "Sure. Why? Was it pretty good?" "Josh, multiply whatever your best was before by at least 50% more." "Cool!" he exclaimed, and we shifted positions. I began as he had by massaging his innermost love button, jacking that beautiful dick from the engourged head to the soft blonde hair at its base, slowly, deliberately, and with the best of pressure. When I was sure he was nearly half way there, I took his balls into my mouth, prodding the sperms sacks to let go of every bit of his saved up seed, while working every last drop out of his seminal vessel. He had complete mobilization of every molecule of semen and spermatazoa. He was bucking and moaning, grabbing the sheets a bit earlier than I had. He was very close, and I licked up the underside of his beautiful boy cock and took it full in, again bobbing up and down with good speed. "Oh Michael! Michael! Oh, damn! Ugh! Michael, I.........UGH!!! UGH!!!-UGH!!!-UGH!!! UGH!!!-UGH!!!........" Like myself, he came in expanded volumes, with hypersonic intensity, and trembled at the end as if he had cold shivers. He came so much, I almost couldn't keep up. Neither of us spoke for a couple minutes. I crawled up onto the bed beside him, and we nestled up next to each other. "You ok, kiddo?" "Yeah. I think so. We didn't break anything but it was close," he joked. We giggled. "Me too," I offered. "You want anything, or should we just get ready for bed and relax?" I asked. "Maybe just wipe up, brush teeth, and hit it." "Sounds good to me." Joshy went first, and was out in a couple minutes. I had second round, and was out in equal time. He turned out the lights and I got the covers ready. We popped into bed, and both sighed at the same time, followed by cracking up at the same time. I think we probably even began sawing logs at the same time, but not before we had pleasant smiles on each of our sleeping faces. Now THAT'S what it's all about. ************************************************* Any comments please forward to jediplight@aol.com.