Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2008 11:59:34 -0800 (PST) From: Gale Adams <tothestable@yahoo.com> Subject: m/m young friends "Me at Nine" Chapter 3 Me at Nine Chapter 3 By Gale Adams (Any responses too my story would be deeply appreciated. I hope you like it.) There was a novel once called "There Should Have Been Castles." I read it years later as an adult. And thought the title should have been for Marcus and me too. We had been friends, the greatest babysitter ever, and me, the luckiest kid alive, on through winter and into spring. I always hated the color of spring coming and the cold winds and snow going away for another forever. But it didn't matter this year, goodbye Winter, it was nice with the snow and the snow slides and the snow balls and the snow man and the ice skates, cause Marcus was there with me then. How much fun it was when his parents were away on winter vacation. We would come in from the cold having packed everything in on a snow day, having skid and slipped and fell and held hands getting up again, our coats and our gloves and the chill wind blew. But inside his house it was warm and wonderful and we would have hot cocoa and we would play with each other and get naked and play sex games. I came up with more than my mind could have conceived. And I wanted to hear the words from him. Instead, he showed me how he masturbated and when he came the great silver fountain spray and I licked it all up like a puppy would and he held me in his arms and I lay naked me on naked him. It came, those days, in a torrent of ands and run on sentences. It was all so happy that it fell down on us like blessings. Marcus let me fuck him finally. I was so afraid I would hurt him now that my dick was almost a tiny inch longer (he and I measured often, like parents measuring by pencil marks on the door frame, how tall their children had grown; we had much more fun with our ruler.) His dick was six inches exactly. He said mine might grow to be bigger than that. I couldn't imagine my dick being as huge as his. He had nice soft dark pubic hair. I liked to kiss it. And his abdomen. And his thighs. I remember that first time he let me fuck him^×my tiny penis hurting him? Oh I know now, but then it was something that concerned me greatly^×I was afraid of injuring him. So we did it. Front to front. Lying on his bed. The green spring taking the challenge of the dying winter and winning over it handily. I kneeled on the bed and held my hard on while he lay before me, his legs spread wide. We had used KY Silk on my dick and on him^×down there^×. He held my arms, then my hand as he sat up and guided me in. It was like in Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves the Open Sesame truth the secret grotto where the children of all time live. It was hot and tight. He said tonight we would both be non-virgins there anymore. I shivered. That meant he was going to do me. With that big pulsating dick of his, which made me afraid, him being Marcus or him not being Marcus. So I entered him. He sighed and started moving his head from side to side. I wondered how it felt. My little boy penis in his fifteen almost sixteen-year-old body. He was doing it because he was nice. Later on he said he did it because he so wanted to. That older boys never turned him on like I did. Which made me glow with pride. As I fucked him. Yes, me, Toby, no friends, crazed mommy, no chance really but to be scared every day of his life like I had always been-scared of what, I never was quite sure, but scared most definitely, nevertheless. I moved to his rhythm. We were like in synch. I put my hands to my hips as we fucked, like I was riding a bike on a dare, and I put my arms in the air, look ma, no hands. But my little cock fell out of him. We both laughed. As he helped me put it back in its new home that it never wanted to leave. I played with his hard dick, that soft winter day, confusedly so, because tomorrow it would be in the sixties and all the snow would melt, like dying before our eyes. But today it had been deep winter like it had been all the season long, as I fucked my "lover" shh^ĹToby and I played with his dick with my hands. Pushing it back and forth. Holding it. Tightly. Loosely. Both hands. One hand. How big his body felt to me. Course he was not really big at all. It was just in comparison. The snow was falling fluffily down, not knowing what tomorrow's heat would bring. The wind howled but a little less passion and power in the sound of it. I was fucking my "lover's" shh..hole and I felt a cum a cummin' as my whole body tensed every single muscle of it. Marcus held my back and my head and leaned upward to see my cock in his boy hole as I came and came some more, dry cum, but like Marcus said, it's still fun, isn't it? And I had to agree with that. It was incredible to come in someone. To feel them all round you. Butt muscles closing in and out. Warm. Inside a person you think so much of. It was the first time I would fuck him but not the last, though he would only fuck me a bit, with just the head in though I begged for all of it. He was afraid he would hurt me. I fell on him now and we were both panting hard, as he mighty cock unleashed without either of us making it do so, a huge load of cream on his chest and on mine. "Hey, Marcus, we're stuck on each other." And we laughed and pulled apart, said yuk a lot, as he went to get the old towels, they had OLD towels in this wildly expensive home of his parents? You would think in this magic castle, I guess there did turn out to be, on thinking about it, a castle for us after all, that nothing would have the audacity to get old or dirty or anything but perfect and spotless and bright brand new. Live and as they say learn. Later, still naked, in the bathroom, cleaning ourselves us and then a warm shower, and after wards, we dried each other off, as he kissed me from the top of my head down. He asked me what it was like to fuck him. I got kind of self-conscious^×being that area of the body and all^×so he never asked again, understanding. After we dressed and got our breath back, Marcus suggested a walk in the evening winter to say goodbye to it, the idea of which made me heartily sad. But he pulled my face to his at the table where we were having a bowl of snow cream Marcus fixed perfectly for us^×nothing of food in the world tasted as delicious^×and he kissed my mouth. "Seasons are sad, only if there was someone back in one of them and he is not there anymore and it taints everything." I understood nothing of that. So he tickled me and we laughed and fell to the floor and he said he wasn't going anywhere and I wasn't^×was I? ^×he seemed concerned for a moment, like he shouldn't have asked, so I said quickly as possible, "Nope. Not getting rid of me that easily." And we got up, put on our coats and walked out into^×spring. God. The weather had not waited till tomorrow to kill the snow and the cold. It had come tonight at exactly five thirty five and I held to Marcus, who just said we can go back inside and put our coats up, that shirtsleeve weather was pretty marvelous too. So Toby hugged me. He said that the snow would be back again in some months. I asked, will we play in it? He smiled and hefted my whole entire body up to his chest, as we were on the porch, as the snow was melting and the ghost of a summer wind blew. He said, "I love ya, kiddo." And it didn't mean what I wanted it to me, you know, guess that's kid's stuff, but he said he loved me and I hugged him tight enough to break his bones as he said, his face close to mine, in the warm air covering us like a map of tomorrow. He held me as he opened the door to his rock and brick palace castle, took me to the living room, turned off the now that we knew the truth stifling heat. We undressed in front of each other, by the sea blue couch, on the rich thick carpeting, taking the same thing off at the same time. He had just bought me a huge watch with a thick black band, called a clock watch. He told me it looked so sexy on me, especially when I was naked totally otherwise. We lay on the floor by the bathroom door as he said, "Toby is a great name. You know. Toby Tyler." I asked who that was. He said it was a book and movie and TV series about a boy who ran off to join the circus. I said he wouldn't have done that if he had had Marcus around." I let him play with my penis and he let me play with his. We were getting hard again. So I crawled onto his chest, sat there, and rubbed my penis coral pink it was as he opened his mouth and I stuck it inside, so he could suck me off. He would put his hands on my butt and massage me. It was neat coming in his mouth and knowing some day I would truly come there for sure. I couldn't wait. It was getting on toward ten o'clock, I could tell by my new clock watch given to me by my friend and "lover" shhh..so it was time to get going. Mommy would be home in an hour and everything. His parents were coming back late tomorrow night. So this feast of Marcus and Toby would have to be curtailed to every Thursday night, and some other nights of the week when mommy went out on dinner dates and to a movie and stuff. He had wanted to buy me a heavy new winter coat some time ago. But I refused. I said, No, and he knew not to ask me again. The clock watch though that was different. So I carried my thin jacket over my arm as we walked out side to see by porch lights and streetlights, that the snow was virtually gone, when there had been such a lot of it before. Tomorrow would not be the occasional preview of spring we had had for a few weeks, but the real thing. I felt a tremor in my throat at the thought of it. Some days it had gotten so hot, grass had begun to grow, and flowers poked up from the ground. Winter gave it a good try, but now it had officially been lost forever. I kissed Marcus, asked "Next Thursday?" He said, "You bet." I walked down the steps to his parents' sidewalk. I turned. I wanted to ask, "Forever?" But that would be something a child would ask. Immature and all. So I waved once more. He waved back. I walked home, happy, in spite of spring, or maybe this year, because of it. Herman Raucher, you are so right, "There Should Have Been Castles."Hsd