Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2005 00:41:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teenage Confusion-II - Answers

Chapter I

We got out of the shower and dried off then got dressed. I looked over at
Scott's body every chance I could, trying not to look like I was looking. I
figured it would probably be okay considering what we had just done but
still. I was kind of amazed that he was so much like me in many ways, all
but in the cock department that is.  The thing was so huge and I wondered
for a second, as he pulled his underwear on, how in the hell I was ever
going to suck on it and I did want to suck on it. I must have had a funny
look on my face because Scott asked me what was wrong.

"What do you mean," I asked him back as I sat to pull on my socks and tie
my shoes.

"You had a sort of, umm, confused look on your face." Scott was slipping
into his loafers and adjusting his shirt as he talked. I shook my head a
little bit and said,

"Oh, nothing." He looked at me and smiled.

"Come on Brandon, what were you thinking about just then?" I stood up and
started following him to the door saying that it was nothing really.

"Are you sure?" he asked as we headed back down the hall toward the front
of the house and his car. "Does it have anything to do with what we just
did cause if you're bothered by it at all we should talk about it?" We were
quiet for a bit, I guess he was giving me time to think about whatever was
on my mind. He reset the alarm as we left and back inside his car he asked
me again if I was having second thoughts about the scene in the shower.

"Oh no Scott, really," I told him as he started the car and headed back
down the driveway, "that was totally awesome. Like I said, I want to do it
again." I paused, collected my thoughts a little, and as we headed toward
the guard post, I waited, and then resumed when we'd gotten through.

"I was just looking at your cock and thinking how huge it is." He chuckled
a little.

"Yes, and.?"

"Well, I was thinking to myself that, since it's so big, how was I going to
be able to suck on it." He was quiet for a moment then said,

"So, you think that you would like to try that too, suck on someone's cock,
to suck on mine?"

"Sort of," I told him, "but more about the how part of your cock cause it's
so big. I've wondered about sucking on another boy's cock before, what it
would be like but with yours it's more like, I wonder if I can even get the
thing in my mouth."

"I can see where that might present a bit of a quandary for you Brandon,"
he said, "especially since you've never done it before, and I'm assuming
that you haven't since you said no one's ever touched you before." I nodded
my head and told him that was correct. Then he changed tack on me.

"Have you ever eaten Mediterranean food before? I don't want to change the
subject but I was thinking of having it for lunch and there's a great
Moroccan place close by." I shook my head, telling him that I hadn't but
that it sounded okay to me and with that statement he took a left turn and
pulled into a small parking lot in front of an equally small but colorfully
done building. "Come on, we can continue this discussion after we get
settled in."

Settling in meant sitting in a booth, but not on seats because there
weren't any. Seating was on the floor on pillows around a large circular
table set about a foot or so off of the floor of each booth. Scott said it
would be easier to order a sample platter, which he did, then went on to
explain some of the foods that we would be eating. A girl came to our booth
and offered water to clean our fingers in then a warm towel to dry with and
then the appetizer came followed shortly by a large platter with a variety
of meats, vegetables and other things.  It was weird to me eating almost
everything with our fingers but it also had a sort of exotic feel to it. We
really didn't talk about sex stuff though cuz Scott said it would be better
done in private and since the booths on both sides were filled with people
I agreed with him and so it was that we resumed our conversation in the car
thirty minutes or so later.

"So," Scott started out, "we were talking about your wondering about
sucking my cock, well, anybody's cock.  What do you mean exactly Brandon?"
I decided to tell Scott everything, figuring it would be so much easier and
besides his being older he might have some good advice for me and more
importantly, he might actually teach me some stuff too. He listened without
interrupting me while I told him about what I'd been thinking about the
past few months and why and how I decided to go about trying to find out
and how I ended up at Borders. He was quiet a few moments after I'd
finished and I was a little worried that he might be pissed at me, but then
spoke.

"That was a dangerous game to play Brandon, just so you know. I hope that
you don't have plans to do that again anytime soon. But putting that aside,
what are your thoughts now? Did you get an answer to your question?"

"I guess its all still too new Scott," I told him. "I had fun and by the
way, I don't plan on trying to pick up guys again. At least if you're
willing to help me," I added with a big grin. He cuffed me playfully on the
arm and I pretended it hurt while I went on.

"I don't think it's going to be that easy. It's not like trying on a pair
of shoes and knowing right off if they fit or not. I'm not trying to make a
play or anything but I really do think I'm going to have to do more
stuff. What we did was so cool. I loved you holding me like you did and
jacking me off and then me getting to jack you off too and maybe tonight
when I'm laying in my bed thinking about it I might. I dunno, come to a
conclusion or something but right now this minute, no, my question isn't
answered." I was being totally honest with him. I hadn't really had time to
think about what had happened and I really didn't think that a one-time
deal was going to give me any great insight into me.

"Well, I can understand that Brandon," he told me, "and I don't think that
you're making a play. I think it's an honest answer. What time to you have
to be home?" he asked and when I told him he asked if I wanted to go hang
out at his apartment for a couple of hours, since that is what we had for
time. When I said yes, he smiled and said that would be great. Along the
way we talked about my grades and what he might be able to help me with the
most, which was almost everything. I wasn't the best student, that is, I
didn't really try I guess. I'd done okay until I got into middle school and
things sort of went to shit. I just didn't want to be bothered. Scott on
the hand was a high achiever-his words not mine- and went all out to get
the best possible grades he could.  He said that most of the time he didn't
have to work all that hard to maintain a B average but excelling sort of
ran in his family and he felt he had to better than anyone else in his
class.

He pulled up to the gate of a parking of a tall building and used a metal
square that looked like an army dog tag to open the gate. Once inside he
went to a stall and parked, saying this was home.

"Cool," was about all I could say. He used the same key to get into the
building and to use the elevator where he punched in 15. As we went he
explained that the building was actually a condo and that his parents owned
it, that is, they owned the building. All of his brothers had used it while
they were in school too and he explained what some of them did. By the time
he was finished we were at his door and soon, inside.

It was a pretty cool apartment. There was one bedroom just inside the door
to the right along with a bathroom right next to it, and the kitchen was on
the left with one of those counters that opened onto the living room.
Scott's bedroom was on the same side of the apartment as the other bedroom
and had it's own bathroom and a fantastic view just like the living
room. Over all it was pretty big, bigger than our two-bedroom house.

"You want something to drink? I have Coke or Pepsi or ice water if you
like." I opted for a Coke and Scott brought it too me where I was standing
looking out the plate glass windows to the world outside. I took a drink
then,

"What's that over there?" I asked, pointing to a tower like object in the
distance and he said it was the student Union tower at his college. "Yeah,
I get it now. I've just never seen it from this angle before," I told him.

"We've got a couple of hours to kill, unless you want to go home now
Brandon," Scott said. "Is there anything you'd like to do? I have movies is
about all."

"Naw, not really. We can just hang out if you don't mind." He said that was
fine, whatever I wanted to do. It didn't look like Scott was going to make
any moves, and I would eventually discover that he wouldn't either.  Scott
didn't have much experience at all with boys and while he was okay about
being sexy with me, he felt strange initiating it, and didn't want me to
think that sex was the only reason he wanted me around. He sat down on his
sofa and I went to join him but had a better idea. I stood in front of him,
Coke in hand, and said,

"Maybe we could practice doing some stuff, like maybe you could show me
some stuff." I said, putting on a pouty look and all but licking my
lips. He looked up at me, trying not to smile and said,

"Oh, like what?" he responded sitting forward on the sofa.

"Like what I was wondering about earlier," I responded, rubbing the front
of my jeans a little bit. Scott reached out and rubbed his hand right where
mine had just gone.

"A little excited are you?" he asked with knowing smile as he undid my belt
buckle.

"Maybe," I countered. My heart was beginning to beat rapidly and the
butterflies in my belly started doing their dance. "It was going to
happen," I thought to myself. "I'm actually going to get my cock sucked." I
felt my cock go to full on hard in thirty seconds as Scott pulled the snap
at the waistband of my Wranglers then pulled the zipper down and opened the
flaps. I looked down and saw my cock, rock hard, and pressing against the
white fabric of my briefs, the underside of the head almost perfectly
outlined and a small but growing dark spot at the tip where my precum was
leaking out. Scott was looking straight ahead, seeing the same thing that I
was and it made my belly tingle again, somehow excited that we were looking
at and thinking the same thing.

Scott slipped the fingertips of both hands down behind the red stripped
elastic waistband then slowly pulled it down, my cock head and then the
shaft being exposed until the cloth was down far enough so the entire shaft
leapt out and the head pointed straight off of my body and only about ten
inches from Scott's face. He let the elastic rest against the base of my
cock, my balls still hidden inside, so it held my hard cock in place. One
hand moved, reached out, then grasped onto the shaft, right in the middle,
and I thought I was going to fucking faint.  It was so warm, his hand
wrapped around my cock, so different from when we were in the shower. Scott
moved his head forward and I watched as he opened his mouth, his lips
curled over his teeth and then my cock head was gone, inside and he closed
his mouth over it. I almost fucking died.

The feelings that roared through my body we so intense I wasn't sure that I
would be able to stand up. I let my eyes close and my head fall backwards
and somewhere I heard, or felt, a low growl come from deep in my
throat. Scott's other hand cupped my balls and squeezed on them through my
underwear as he sucked on my cock, moving his head back and forth over the
head. I finally found my voice.

"Fuck stop. Stop Scott."

"What" he said, taking my cock from his mouth? I felt the cold air against
the saliva soaked flesh where his mouth had been.

"I'm gonna cum really fast and I don't want to cum right away like that
Scott. I want to suck on you too," I panted. He started to stand up so I
had to step back a little bit, my cock still sticking out like a stick.

"It's probably just as well," he said as his hand did some obvious
readjustment of his cock, "it was starting to hurt."  I could see the bulge
in his pants and could only imagine what it would be like trying to be
sitting down with that thing growing in my pants. I reached for his belt
and smiled,

"Then perhaps we should let it out to stretch, give the poor thing room to
move," I said, doing as he had done to me and unbuckling his belt. Scott
didn't say a word but reached out himself and grasped back onto my cock
while I opened up his slacks and fumbled around until I managed to get the
front of his boxers down and let his cock loose. I took hold of the shaft
and felt the warmth of him, the softness of the skin and the total firmness
underneath it. My little heart was beating like crazy.

With my pants still as they were and with my cock sticking out, I dropped
to my knees in front of Scott and tugged his pants and underwear to his
knees and simply looked at the thing before my eyes, taking it all in as I
once again grasped onto his cock.

"He's beautiful," I thought to myself, "it's beautiful. His long thick
cock, his goose eggs sized balls hanging in their furry sac, the head that
was the size of a medium nectarine and almost the same color, his thick
patch of pitch black hairs, all of it is a work of art," I thought. And in
that moment, in that three to four second span or time and thought, I
knew. I knew for certain that this was who I was and what I was meant to
do. I knew that I would never have sex with a girl or a woman and that my
mother would probably be sad about that. I knew in my heart and in my brain
that I was gay, for no straight boy could ever look upon the male organs
with such reverent awe and desire.

I leaned in close and held the shaft to my cheek and rubbed it gently
against my skin, as though it were a piece of silk. My nose was in his
hairs and I drew in the odor of him and, for the first time, sampling the
musky fragrance of a male and wondering if I smelled like that down there
too. I had put my other hand on his butt cheek, my fingers exploring the
flesh and muscle there as I turned my head and kissed the side of his
shaft, the first of thousands that I would bestow upon the magnificent
staff of life during my lifetime. My breathing was becoming ragged, every
nerve in my body tingled with intense sexuality. I was hot enough to cum
right then and there without laying so much as a finger on my own raging
hard cock. I continued slowly kissing up the shaft toward the head, my lips
examining the texture of his cock skin and reveling in the newness of it. I
finally got to the end and backed off a second to look at it, exploring for
the first time close hand, what a cock head really looked like. Oh sure,
I'd seen my own but obviously from a distance. This was a whole new
experience. I looked it over carefully, noticing the roundness of its tip
and the edges of it and how the edge at the back seemed redder than the
rest of it. I saw the little bump like projections on its surface and
wondered if I'd be able to feel them with my tongue. I looked at the large
slit that he pissed and spermed from, the liquid that was coming from it
then, clear and oozing. I raised the shaft slightly, seeing how the rim
narrowed at the underside of the tip then flared out as it went around to
the back. I thought about how it looked so much like that bad guy in that
hit movie of a few years before, Darth Vader in Star Wars, and wondered if
George Lucas had realized or even known what he was doing when he designed
it.

"Enough looking," I thought to myself as I pulled the shaft down, one hand
behind the head and the other at the thick base of it, and moved my head
toward the apple-sized head. I opened my mouth wide, pulled my lips over my
teeth as Scott had done and closed my eyes as I took it into my mouth and
closed my lips over it, Scott's gasp audible above me. Breathing through my
nose, I allowed my tongue to feel the tip and to taste his precum, a salty
taste registering in my brain. I moved forward, enclosing the entire head
in my mouth and filling it, my lips feeling the rim of it, then I pulled
back, all the while my tongue darting over the satiny soft flesh of his
cock head. I moved my hand from the base of his cock to his balls and
cupped them, feeling their size and weight as though they were fruit or
vegetables, as I moved my head back over the rim of his cock, instinctively
using pressure on my lips. I tried to get more of the shaft into my mouth
but there wasn't a lot of room and I could envision myself choking on it
and ruining the hottest moment of my life. I didn't want that. I wanted to
keep sucking on his cock forever, loving the texture of the skin, the feel
of it against my lips, my tongue and the inside of my mouth, the fragrance
that it put out. Unfortunately my mouth began to get sore and I had to
stop.

"Sucking cock was going to take some practice," I thought to myself as I
pulled it out of my mouth and looked at it again. I put it against my face
again, my nose back in close to his pubic hair. I got an idea and lowered
my head a little bit so that I was looking right at his heavy balls, the
wrinkled and furry bag with its' oval shaped eggs right there for the
tasting. I stuck my tongue out and licked the sac then nuzzled a wrinkle
into my lips. I licked over onto the side of one of his balls, pushing the
orb around as I did so and investigating a different texture of flesh. It
made me wonder how many different types and textures of flesh the human
body had. The fragrance of him was stronger down there, more intoxicating,
and seemed to encourage me onward. But my knees were getting a little tired
and my own hard cock was still under some pressure from the waistband of my
underwear holding it in place. I finally stopped everything and stood up.

Scott looked into my eyes and moved his head toward mine. I knew what was
coming, how could I not. I had wondered what it would be like to kiss him
that first night and I was about to find out. Scott tilted his head as he
neared me and I held perfectly still for him. Just before his lips touched
mine, I closed my eyes. Wasn't that the way it was spose to go, you closed
your eyes when you kissed, waiting until the last moment just in case the
other person wasn't really going to kiss you but do something else, like
whisper in your ear or something. You kept your eyes open so that you
didn't look like a fucking fool standing there with your head tilted to one
side with your eyes closed and your lips all puckered out and waiting. But
kissing is what Scott had in mind and when his lips touched mine I felt
like melting. I didn't know what to expect so I was a little bit surprised
at how soft and smooth they were. His lips moved gently against mine and so
I mimicked him, moving mine around as well until he broke the kiss and
pulled back.

"You know what?" he asked quietly and without waiting for an answer he
nodded his head in the direction behind me. I looked over my shoulder and
laughed. There we were, standing with our cocks and asses hanging out,
being all sexy in front of the whole world that waited on the outside of
the huge plate glass windows.  Fortunately we were the highest building for
miles around so unless someone went by in an airplane or was looking
through a telescope or something there wasn't a whole world to see us. It
was still funny though.

"Can we go to your bed?" I asked him and he nodded his head. We both pulled
up our pants and held them in place and I followed him to his bedroom where
we both pushed our lower clothing down and off while pulling the top part
off then stood facing each other. I was still amazed at the size of his
cock sticking out from his thin body. But I loved it. I went to him and got
to my knees again. I discovered right off the bat that I liked sucking on
his cock and wanted to do it again and Scott was more than willing to let
me. I went right to it, pulling the shaft down and taking the fat swollen
head into my mouth and moving on it just like I had done before. This time
though I hand a hand on his butt and was squeezing and clutching at it
which sort of encouraged him to move his hips a little bit, fucking his
cock into my mouth. But like before, my mouth got sore pretty quick so I
reluctantly pulled it out of my mouth and stood to face Scott.

This time he pulled me to him and held me tight, one hand on my butt and
the other on my back, and pressed his lips to mine. I felt his tongue force
its way into my mouth. I had heard about this before, this tongue stuff
when you kissed, and at the time I thought it was kinda gross. Needless to
say I didn't feel that way then, my whole body all sexed up and ready for
almost anything. Hell I would of licked his asshole if he'd of asked me to,
not knowing that eventually I would almost beg to do that exact thing to
some cute young thing. I opened my mouth and let him inside. My own tongue
was a little bit shy at first, not knowing just what to do, but it soon got
into the swing of things and began pushing back against Scott's. Scott was
the one who broke the kiss and moved straight to my neck and began kissing
and nuzzling in the soft flesh as he pulled me tighter to him, his hand
squeezing on my butt. My whole body went limp almost from the feelings that
were tearing through me and I held tight onto him so I wouldn't fall down.

He stopped kissing and nibbled at my ear and the whole goose bump thing
started going on causing me to shiver like I was standing in a freezer or
something. My cock was mashed against Scott's firm belly, his own rock hard
cock along side of it and pressed into me.

"God Baby I want to fuck you so bad," he whispered in my ear. "You are so
fucking hot baby boy," he said then went back to sucking on my neck.

"Wow, hold the phone." I thought to myself.  How in the hell had we gone
from kissing to fucking me so goddamned fast? My eyes went wide open and I
felt my little pooter clench right up as I thought about that baseball bat
between Scott's legs, the one that had formerly been in my mouth and was
now pressed against me, shoved up inside my ass. I had squatted over a
mirror once and saw my asshole so I knew just how small it was and I could
not in a thousand years imagine Scott's cock fitting inside that tiny
little hole. Huh! Shows you what little I knew.  Anyhow, I was pretty sexed
up and was ready to try almost anything but getting fucked wasn't
almost. Not by a long shot.

I pulled away from him. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet Scott," I
told him. He smiled and nodded his head.

"I know Brandon-now I was back to Brandon and not baby-it's just how I
felt, feel. Maybe some day we can explore that but not right now." My
asshole relaxed considerably at that piece of information and Scott led me
by the hand to the bed where we both stretched out facing each other.

"Do you like kissing?" he asked me. I nodded my head so he leaned over and
started kissing me again. He sort of rolled me onto my back and rose above
me and just took over, kissing me and putting his tongue in my mouth and
everything. He was propped up on his elbow and his free hand was rubbing on
my belly and my chest, teasing my nipples and stuff. Then he went for my
neck again and goose bumps came out on that one side and I moaned out and
the feelings that were going on inside me. Fuck it was so sexy.

My hand was along side me, between us so I moved it and found his rock hard
cock and grabbed onto it and squeezed up and down it. Scott sort of pushed
into it a little, like he was fucking or something. He stopped on my neck
and moved down and kissed a nipple then started sucking on it. I never knew
that my nipples were that sensitive but I sure found out in a hurry. As he
sucked and licked on them, his hand moved down, rubbing my belly then down
onto my thigh to my knee and back up again only on the inside of my leg. I
spread my legs automatically for him but just as the back of his hand
touched my balls he went back down. His fingers were doing a light touch,
almost tickling me, teasing me. I really wanted him to touch my balls, to
grab onto my cock, which was so hard by then that I thought the skin would
rip open cuz it seemed to be stretched so tight. I could feel the precum
leaking out and dripping onto my belly and getting cold as it pooled there.

Scott moved again, kissing on my chest, then on my belly, moving down until
my cock head touched his cheek.  He turned his head at seemed like he was
looking at my dick, maybe admiring it like I had done to his. Then I felt
his hand cup my balls and squeeze on them at the same time he took my cock
in his mouth. He lowered his head and took over half of me into his mouth
then backed off and went back down again. I could feel my cock head hit the
back of his throat and knew that since I was wound up like a cheap clock,
it wasn't going to take very long at all before I squirted, and I couldn't
keep quiet about it.

"Ooohhh fuuuuck," I moaned as he bobbed his head there, my fingers on one
hand rubbing in his hair while the other hand clutched at the blanket on
the bed. "Oh god I'm gonna cum Scott, I'm gonna cum." He didn't move but
sucked all the harder and his hand moved up to stroke on my cock and jack
me while he sucked.

"Ohgodohgodohgod," I cried out as I felt my cock thicken, the tickling
feeling incredibly intense as the butterflies in my belly seemed go
downward then fly up out of my cock. I rammed my hips in the air; I felt
like I had to do something, I couldn't just lie there. I squealed as I
came, feeling jet after jet of sperm blast out into Scott's mouth, and
still he sucked onward until it seemed like the pulsing in my shaft was
only the blood of my heartbeat. Scott stopped sucking but kept his mouth
over the head and kept on slowly stroking my cock like he was milking a cow
or something and trying to get every last drop of my milk out. I felt his
tongue swipe across the tip of the head and it tickled so badly that I
laughed and pushed his head away. He let go of me then crawled back up
along side and kissed me hard on the lips.

"So how was that Brandon?" he asked, looking down into my eyes. I smiled at
him the raised my head up and kissed him back as hard as he'd kissed me and
I pushed my tongue into his mouth which surprised him I was sure.

"It that a good answer? I asked him back. He said that it was indeed a good
answer. I was feeling really lazy after all that exercise then cumming. I
usually felt that way after I spermed but I was curious about Scott and
what we were going to do about making him cum too. Scott must have sensed
my after cum lazy feeling.

"Feeling laid back, like taking a little nap?" he asked with a smile. I
returned his smile and told him what I was thinking, that I wanted for him
to cum too.

"That's no problem if you're willing to try something, and I promise it
isn't anything that will hurt you." I was curious but as long as he wasn't
planning on jabbing me in the liver from the inside then I was okay with
almost anything.

"Sure. Okay," I told him. Scott said that was great. He reached into the
drawer by his bed and pulled out a blue bottle, popped the top and poured a
glob in his hand then slathered it all over his cock. When he was done with
that he smeared some all around in my pubic hair and on my belly.

"When I said that I wanted to fuck you Brandon, I really meant it and like
I said, maybe one day we can get to that point but for now, frottage will
have to suffice."

"Fra-what?" I asked him. And then he explained it to me, and it sounded
like fun, as well as being painless.  Hell, I'd done it to my pillow or my
mattress more times than I could count. He told me if I hadn't cum already,
it would be really hot for me as well but even though I had spermed out I
might still enjoy it. He wiped his hand on a towel that he'd taken from the
drawer then got between my legs and lowered himself on to me. He didn't
really lay his weight all on me though, just enough to press his hard cock
into my belly. Holding himself up with his knees and elbows and forearms,
he began to move against me, his cock slipping easily between our
bodies. Our faces were only inches apart, we looked into each other's eyes
and he asked how it felt. Despite having just cum, my cock was still about
half hard and the feelings going on as it slipped and slid alongside
Scott's cock were making it go full hard again. That's what I told him.

"Mmmm, great," he said. He kissed me repeatedly, short little kisses,
backing off completely then going back in again. I found that kinda
stimulating and slipped my arms around his neck to help direct his
movements. I felt the movement of his hips change; his thrusting had more
pressure and began tossing in some as side-to-side movements.  Scott's
breathing became a little more rapid and as it did, his kisses became
longer and more pressured as well, his tongue working its way into my
mouth. Low moans came from deep in his throat and I figured that it
wouldn't be too long before he got off.

"I think I'm gonna cum soon Brandon," he breathed into my ear causing me to
jerk. I didn't know just what it was but boy, breathing in my ear sent me
through the roof. I started bucking under him as though we were actually
fucking, pushing my waist and hips against him so that the pressure on our
cocks was doubled. I was getting sexed up again, feeling like I could cum
and hopefully at the same time that Scott did. If this was what fucking was
going to be like, having him push against me, breathing into my face and
neck, feeling the muscles of his body work on top of me well, I was
definitely looking forward to it. At that moment, the thoughts of his big
fat cock and my tiny little hole were pushed somewhere in the back of my
brain.

"Ooh fuck, oohh fuck Brandon, it's almost there, oh fuck," he moaned and
picked up speed, pushing faster and harder, grinding his hips around in
circles, and side-to-side, anything to create more feelings. I was feeling
it too, the hotness of it all and did my part to move underneath him and
help give both of us the gift of a great sperming. He pressed his face into
the soft crook of my neck and groaned out and I could feel the snake
between us pulse as his cream oozed out between our bodies. I could feel it
rising in my own body as well and went through the tense and release, tense
and release of muscles down there that could help bring on a cumming,
especially one that seemed like it wanted to take its time when you were
ready for it now. Somehow my hands had made it down to his slender firm
butt and I cupped a cheek in each hand and pulled him to me, trying to get
him to keep humping against me as I came again, my sperm oozing out next to
his and mixing together between our sticky bodies. It was the first time I
ever came without touching myself and it was fucking great.

We finally slowed down our movements and then stopped, both of us breathing
fairly heavily.

"Go ahead and rest on me Scott, I think that it'll be okay." He slowly
relaxed onto me and I found that he wasn't that heavy and that I actually
sort of liked having the weight of him on me. I didn't feel conquered or
anything but sort of protected or something. We kissed again, those soft
little kisses and I figured that they were after cum kisses, just little
things that let each other know you were still there and thinking of them
and didn't want to end things quite yet but didn't want to take it any
further than that either. I would learn that there were all kinds of kisses
and they all had different meanings.

"I think it's time to take a shower, what do you think?" Scott finally
asked. I agreed with him. I liked having him on me but not forever and
besides our cum was getting cold. He rose up slowly and the lube and cum
stuck to both of us, the stringy shiny strands connecting us. He eventually
rolled of me then continued off of the bed then reached out for my hand and
pulled my up and into his arms.

"Mmm," he smiled, "I like holding you Brandon. You fit very nicely in my
arms." I felt warm hearing his praised and snuggled in closer. After a
moment of holding and rubbing each other we made it to his shower where we
washed each other's back, and other parts as well. We talked as we washed,
Scott being interested in my thoughts about the things we'd done and what I
wanted to do about the future. I told him it was all great so far and if it
was okay with him I'd like to spend time with him and learn more stuff. He
reminded me that learn meant schoolwork as well, that we couldn't spend all
of our time having sex or being sexy. I understood that but still in all I
did want to continue my sex education now that I had a willing teacher, and
a really cute one at that.  Besides, how many guys out there had all that
and a huge cock? Not many, I was willing to bet.

"I think I should probably meet your mother," Scott said to me as we got
dressed. "If I'm going to be helping you study she's going to be asking
questions so we should get that out of the way." I agreed with him. I
doubted I could keep meeting Scott without her getting suspicious and if
she knew I was getting help she'd insist on meeting the person who was
helping me. We decided that his meeting her as soon as possible would be
best and he was leaving it up to me to set it up.

The drive home was fairly uneventful and when he dropped me off he left
right away.  Mom was folding laundry and called out to me when she heard
the front door close. I found her in her room and gave her a hug then she
asked who I'd gone swimming with so early in the morning, since the public
pool didn't open until noon. My mom trusted me pretty much so she wasn't
being a bitch, or being a mom, she was just curious. So I told her about
Scott, how I'd met him and how he'd been helping me a little bit with my
studies-a tiny lie-and that we'd gone out to his parent's house in
Woodridge and swam in their pool.

"You should see their house mom, it's huge, a mansion like. The inside has
lots of marble and stuff and sort of echoes when you walk down a
hallway. The outside of the house has tons of gardens that look all fancy
and stuff too. It was way cool." I let my self get excited about that part,
hoping to deflect more questions but I was prepared for her anyhow.

"So who is this Scott and why is he interested in helping a fourteen year
old?" I explained how old he was, adding that he really looks like he's
closer to my age. "He's really smart and is going to be a psychology doctor
which is what he's taking in school. He said his dad raised him and his
brothers to believe that people should always give something back to
society, which was true, especially people who have more than others and
boy, does his family have more than anybody I've ever met." Of course that
comment made me think about his cock and how we'd spent the afternoon and
fortunately my mom's eyeballs were somewhere else so she didn't see the
smile that crept up on my face.

"Anyway, he said he should probably meet you so that you don't think I'm
hanging out with a weirdo or something. I have his phone number too and he
said you can call him anytime you want to. He's really busy though and
usually not even at home. He belongs to two or three study groups and when
he's not actually in school he's studying."

"So how's he going to find time to spend with you?" I explained what Scott
told me, that he wouldn't be able to be like a tutor or anything but we
could get together a couple of times a week, maybe, either at Borders or
even at his apartment when his study group meets there or I can call him if
I have a problem.

"Well," she finally said, "I guess you should have him come over some time
so I can meet him." She asked what I wanted to do for dinner, saying that
she didn't really feel like cooking, and she had a little extra money that
she could spend on a treat like going out to dinner.

"One of the girls at work told me about a nice Moroccan place" she
explained. "What do you think about trying something new?" I thought about
it for a moment.

"Sounds weird mom, how about pizza?"

Chapter II

Things finally quieted down for me by seven thirty that night when I
settled in to do my homework. Yeah, I tended to put it off.  I managed to
get through most of it but the experiences of the past twenty-four hours
kept sneaking in and interrupting my thought processes. I was reading Huck
Finn for English and the part about being naked with Jim on the raft made
me think about Scott in the swimming pool. In health we were studying the
human reproductive system so you know where I went with that and just the
name Physical Science should be explanation enough. I finally gave up about
an hour after starting and since it was close enough to when I usually went
to bed anyhow I rationalized putting studying to the side.

I flopped down on my bed and ran through the weekend in my head. First and
foremost was the conclusion that I was most likely gay. That caused my
tummy to tingle, like I was in really big trouble or something. Beyond that
though were the things that helped me come to that conclusion.

The thing with Alex had been fun and exciting and I wondered about the
possibility of spending the weekend at his house the following weekend. I
really liked him. He was cute, funny, had a terrific body, and I was sure
that being alone with him would prove to be one hell of a lot of fun. Then
I thought about the time I'd spent with Scott. The thing in the shower had
been totally intense and then again at his apartment even more so. I'd
actually gotten to suck a cock and have my first real blow job. I'd gotten
to explore another guys cock and stuff which gave me a little more
knowledge about my own stuff too. Scott's rubbing against me, and both of
us cumming that way was dead on cool and I found out about nipples, and
kissing and all kinds of stuff. And Scott wanted to fuck me. I thought on
that for a bit, wondering again how in the hell he was going to get that
big fat thing up my ass. I wondered how Scott would feel about me fucking
him. Shit, I wondered how I would feel about it. Then my brain meandered to
Alex and I wondered if his cock would fit better and not hurt as much. I
rightly figured that since his was smaller and shorter it most likely would
be easier for me so then I wondered about doing it with Alex first, just to
find out. See, I wasn't against the idea of being fucked at all and in fact
I wanted to try it. It's just that the thought of that huge thing of
Scott's being forced inside of me that made me think twice about it. Of
course I had no idea about fore play making me so hot that it wouldn't be
bad at all, but I was destined to find out.

And then something occurred to me and it had to do with all that "shoving
something up my butt" thing. What if I found something that I could put up
there by myself to get an idea of what it might feel like? Sort of like a
practice run you might say. I could use my finger or fingers, but that
wouldn't be exactly the same cause they're so skinny and short. I knew
about dildo's, that women used them mostly-I was pretty na^Ėve- and for a
moment I wondered if my mom had one and then that made me go "eeewwww". I
didn't want to think of my mother being sexual in any way shape or form and
so if she had one of those things I didn't want to know about and certainly
I couldn't borrow it. That would be like incest for Christ's sake.

"No," I reasoned, "There has to be something around the house that I could
use." I wondered if there was anything left in my boxes of toys. I wasn't
all that far away from playing with toys and still had a couple of boxes of
stuff that boys collect and play with that sat on a shelf in my closet. I
don't think I'd had either of them down in a year or more but I still
wasn't prepared to just throw out all that stuff. You just never know when
you'll want to be a little boy again, if only for an hour or so.

I slid off my bed, grabbed the chair from desk and went to my closet where
I managed to haul down a box. I set it on the floor and began going through
it, stopping at one thing or another as games played, battles won, and
other boyhood memories filtered through my mind. It was difficult to stay
on task but I managed and fifteen minutes later I put the first box back
and pulled down the second one. That one held most of my army stuff: little
men, toy cannons and tanks, a broken toy 45 and such. At the bottom of the
box I found what I was looking for. Well, I wasn't looking for what I found
exactly, but something that would serve a specific purpose.

I remembered using it for a missile, a small tower, a rocket ship and who
knows what else. Made of silver metal, probably aluminum, it was about six
or seven inches long and an inch thick with a rounded tip and blunt
bottom. In a previous life it held a cigar, the bottom of the tube
unscrewing to remove it. Now it was going to be promoted to the exalted
status of practice cock. I chuckled to myself as I remembered the time,
when I was smaller cocked, that I'd actually gotten my cock inside of the
tube and let it hang there, a sort of silver penis extension. It had made
me start to get hard and I got scared that my dick would get stuck inside
of it and I'd have to go to the hospital or something to get it off so I
pulled the thing off and never did that again.  I put the box back, then
the chair, and put the new toy in my desk drawer. In a different time, I'd
have made myself get hard and held the tube next to it to see how they
compared, but not then. If I hadn't already cum three times that day I
might have been in a more experimental mood, might have actually done the
test run that night, but I was fairly well spermed out and just thinking
about being sexy wasn't enough to get a rise out of my dick. A warm body
might have been able to get me excited, in fact it most likely could have,
but mine was the only warm body in the room so I wasn't even really
considering making the attempt. I decided to give my balls a rest and
crawled into bed.

The next few days were uneventful except that Alex found me at school on
Monday and managed to maneuver me so that we were alone.

"Saturday night was so much fun Brandon," he whispered, looking around to
make sure that no one was within hearing. "I never done that with other
boys before and I swear I never cummed like I did with you. I so want you
to spend the night at my house on Friday. Can you, do you think your mom
will let you stay?" Man oh man was this kid wanting to be sexy. There was
no mistake in his meaning at all and in my book that took a lot of
balls. Remember Curly Watson.  You had to be really careful theses days,
talking about sex was one thing but Alex was practically talking about a
date and almost begging me to be sexy with him. I felt my cock stir
remembering what he looked like lying next to me, naked, stroking his fat
cock and squirting his sperms out like he did. As he talked, I took the
time to really look at him; his blonde hair, big blue eyes, smooth face and
white teeth. I knew that girls were ga-ga over him but he seemed to pretty
much ignore them.  He looked around again then put his hand to the front of
his Levi's and shoved his palm against them. "Fuck I'm betting a bone just
thinking about it." Well, he wasn't the only one as my dick was coming
alive as well. I hadn't jacked off that morning before school so was
feeling a little on the horny side, horny being a newly discovered word
that described the sexy feelings that I seemed to get about a thousand
times a day. So, as we sat there, both catching wood, I decided to take a
chance.

"Yeah," I whispered back at him as I pushed at the front of my jeans to
rearrange my stiffening cock, "me too. I wish there was some place safe to
go jack off." I didn't need to say "together," because it was implied and
Alex knew it.

"I know, me too," he whispered back as the bell rang. He looked around
again then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek really fast. "See you
later," he said and took off at a run. That kiss did not help my physical
condition one little bit. My next class was English Lit and since I was
Mrs. Granson's pet, I decided I would be a little bit late to class. I made
a quick detour to the boy's bathroom where, in a stall, I almost ripped my
pants open to free my raging young cock. I shoved my pants and underwear
down to my knees-you never shoved them to your ankles in public toilets-sat
down quickly, pulled out a couple squares of shit paper and laid them on
the tip of my cock head where my precum held them in place. With the vision
of Alex's fat hard cock firmly in my mind and the memory of his recent
kiss, I managed about a dozen strokes before I came and watched as the
paper on my cock head turned dark and wet where my cum soaked into it. I
had to quickly grab more paper before the stuff started oozing out and
making the mess that I was trying to avoid. My belly was all tingly with
that sperming, the extra risk of jacking off in a public bathroom along
with the possibly being caught, enhancing the already intense
feelings. Fuck I loved jacking off.

I talked with Scott on the phone that night and we agreed that he would
come to my house and meet my mother the next evening. The silver cigar tube
lay forgotten in my drawer that night because it was quarter finals week
and I actually got wrapped up in studying. Scott showed up about seven on
Tuesday night and we all went through the mother-friend interview process,
which turned out to be quite painless after all. I had already clued Scott
into exactly what I'd told my mom so he could back me up and not trip me
up. He didn't stay very long as he had a study group meeting at eight
thirty but we still managed to get my mom to buy off on his mentoring me.

"Yes, that's right Kathy- the Mrs. Silva address having been pushed out of
the way right off the bat- my father firmly believes in giving back to the
community. One of my older brothers is a pro bono attorney, my brother
that's a doctor works one day a week at the free clinic, another brother is
a YMCA coach a few nights a week.  Helping Brandon is my way of
contributing although I wish I had more time to spare but I just don't."

Question, question.

"Yes Kathy, I do come from an upper class family. Yes, they were pioneers
and pretty well built up this entire area."

Question, question.

"Yes, that's right, I'm working on a psych major and hope to get my
doctorate." Question- "No, I haven't decided just what I'll do with it
quite yet. I have another four years to go. Perhaps while I work on my
Master's I'll decide on that."

And so it went until Scott left, arrangements being made to meet him at
Borders the following evening to work on trying to get my grade up for with
my finals. I went to my room and started my homework when my mom called me
saying I had a phone call.

"Hey Brandon, It's me Alex," the voice on the other end said, the tone soft
and a little, like, scared maybe. I was surprised but glad to hear from
him.

"Hey Alex, what's up?" I asked, putting some excitement in my voice and
hoping that he picked up on it.

"Oh nothing, I got your phone number from John, I hope that's okay." Again,
his voice sounded strange, like there was something wrong. Of course, there
was, although not really wrong. I told him it was cool that he got my
number.

"Umm, about today," he stammered, "I wanted to apologize. I don't know I
was thinking."  I was a little confused. No, I was a lot confused.

"What do you mean Alex, what do you think you need to apologized for?" I
asked him.

"Well, you know, for kissing you on the cheek like that. I shouldn't have
done it and I'm like, really embarrassed and stuff and well, if you don't
want to spend the night at my house, I understand, I really do."  Oh man
did this kid have a lot to learn.

"You think I'm pissed at you for that?"  He started to say something and I
stopped him. "No dude. I liked it, its' okay. If I was pissed about
anything it would be that we couldn't go somewhere and, well, you know." I
was whispering cuz I didn't want my mother with radar ears to hear
me. "Seriously Alex, its okay, its more than ok.  You know what? I was
tardy for Granson's class cuz I went into the boy's bathroom in the three
hundred building and beat off. Man I was so hard. I came in like, nine
strokes or something."

"Yeah? Me too Brandon. I went into the one hundred bathroom down by the
chem lab. There were a couple of older kids in there but as soon as they
left I just jacked off into the urinal, you know how they're way in the far
back. Man I'm so glad you're not pissed at me. Fuck I been worried about it
all day. So, you wanna maybe have lunch together tomorrow?"

"Sure," I told him. "On one condition though." When he asked what that was
I said, "You have to kiss me on the lips." He laughed and we both hung
up. My mom asked who called and I told her then said that I was invited to
stay the night at Alex's on Friday night and was that okay. She asked what
we were planning on doing, and would we be chaperoned. I said his parents
were somewhat strict and even though we didn't have plans at the moment,
they would be around keeping and eye on us. She gave me a tentative okay,
which meant that she could revoke permission just cause she felt like it,
although she rarely did that. My mom was pretty fair.

I went back to my room, contemplating my conversation with Alex, thinking
first about his apology and then how happy he seemed that I wasn't pissed
at him. I thought about him goin and jacking off like I did only taking the
risk and doing it more in the open, although the urinals were at the back
on the other side of the toilet stalls. Still. I wondered too about Friday
night and what was going to happen and that made me start to get hard, and
that's almost always a good thing. Then I remembered that my silver friend
was waiting in my desk drawer.

I pulled out the cigar container and looked it over, ran my fingers over it
and since my cock was full on hard by then, I pulled my pants down and put
the thing along side my flesh. Of course it was a little longer but my cock
was thicker. I thought about getting out my Vaseline intensive care lotion
and seeing about stuffing the metal container in my butt then something
occurred to me and I had to rethink it.

What if I got it all shitty? I mean, I did my business in the morning and I
had to assume that my system was constantly refilling my lower cavity with
waste product. Actually it was more than assume cuz I learned in Health
class that was what happened, so there had to be some stuff in there by
now. I further assumed that if I put my finger, the metal tube, or anything
else, in there it was gonna get some stuff on it and did I want that
happening in my bedroom, maybe getting shit on my floor or something. What
about it making my whole room smell like I crapped my pants or
something. I'd have one hell of a time explaining that to my mom. I decided
the safest place for this experiment would be the bathroom. So, I headed
out of my room, the tube in one hand along with a clean pair of briefs, and
my hand in the pocket of my jeans holding my cock in place so it didn't
look like I had boner in case I ran into my mom.

"I'm gonna take a shower mom, do you need the bathroom for awhile," I
asked, leaning into the living room where she was watching something on the
TV.

"No sweetie, you go ahead," she answered, and so it was, went to my first
fucking. So to speak. My belly was crammed full of butterflies on speed as
I closed the door. I stood in front of the full length mirror on the
bathroom door and watched myself take my shirt off, then rub on the front
of my jeans where my hard cock was fairly visible.  I draped the shirt and
a towel over the two hooks above the mirror so that I couldn't see my face,
only my body from below the nipples on down. Its not that I couldn't look
myself in the mirror, it was that this way, it wasn't me and I could sort
of pretend it was another boy being sexy in front of me. I slowly undid the
snap of my jeans and unzipped them, pulling open the flaps to reveal the
white fabric of my briefs. I could easily see my rock hard cock outlined
there as stood slightly off center. I pushed the jeans down a little bit,
exposing all of my underwear, then rubbed up and down on my hips, then
along side my balls and my cock then on my cock. With one hand, I cupped
and tugged at my balls a little bit, then slipped my fingers inside to feel
the skin of my bag and the egg on that side. The palm of my other hand
continued to rub up and down on the underside of the captured staff of my
cock. I stretched the leg of briefs out of the way and pulled my balls out,
letting them hang free, the smoothness of my sac matching the smoothness of
my inner thigh. I reached down and tickled the sensitive underside, moving
the bag around.

I put my balls back inside and rubbed on my cock some more, my breathing
becoming more rapid as I moved into a fog of hotness from the sexy feelings
that were tearing through my body. I did some fumbling around and managed
to get my cock out through the fly hole of my underwear, pulling the fabric
tight to my body at the base of the shaft and pushing as much of it as
possible out for view. Of course the pressure at the base also made the
skin tighter, and I could see the whole thing vibrate and turn a little
redder. I stroked it a couple of times, my other hand returning to my nuts
and fondling them. I put my cock back inside the slowly pulled my underwear
down, holding the fabric next to my balls and tugging. I watched, sort of
in a daze as my cock head appeared then the shaft, then more of it until
the waistband was down far enough for my cock to point out forward. From
there I tugged them off, and gazed at the naked boy before me. Both hands
went to my organs, stroking slowly, cupping and fondling, the intensity
building in my young body. Fuck I was hot and I wanted to cum.

I grabbed the silver tube and rubbed it gently against my face just like I
had Scott's cock. I moved the shirt and towel and watched myself slowly put
the tip into my mouth and suck it, moving it in and out like a robotic cock
while the other hand continued doing things with the lower part of my
body. I turned around and bent over, looking over my shoulder, and grazed
the tip of my silver cock back and forth across my butt hole. And then it
was time. It was time for me to get fucked. The big question was just how
to do it so that I could watch. I slathered the thing with hair conditioner
from the shower then bent back over and started to push the thing into my
tight little virgin hole but I couldn't see very well. I got on my hands
and knees and looked over my shoulder, saw my balls hanging free like a
couple of apples. I reached behind me and again, slipped the tip in
side. It didn't hurt at all but was slightly uncomfortable only because it
was new and different. However, the anxiety, the sexual tension that was
ripping through my body pretty much took care of any of that. This wasn't
working quite the way I'd envisioned it so I took my hand away with the
intention of moving into a different position but there wasn't enough of
the thing inside of me to hold it there and my asshole muscle just squeezed
the thing out like silver turd.

I rolled onto my back but that didn't seem like it would work either as it
would be difficult to have my legs up against the door to hold me open and
be able to raise up and see the action. I finally elected to try it on my
side, getting in close to the door and curling my bottom leg in while
putting my heel as high up on the mirror as I could while I raised up on my
elbow. This could work. I took the tube and put it against my hole again
and pushed it in slowly. I got it in about half way then slipped it almost
out then back in again. It was starting to feel pretty good and it was hot
seeing that thing go in and out of my butt. The only problem was that I
couldn't stroke my cock at the same time and I really needed to jack off
while I did this.  I looked around and then it hit me. The hand mirror. My
mom had a large hand mirror that she used to see how the back of her hair
looked when she did it. I pulled out the tube, a little too fast, then
stood up, grabbed the mirror and laid it on the rug in front of the bath
tub, then straddled it, one foot flat on the floor while I knelt on the
other one. It was a little bit closer than I wanted but I could watch, fuck
and jack at the same time. I slipped the tube back in and proceeded to
slowly fuck myself with it. It was interesting watching my balls sway back
and forth as I jacked off while almost next to them my fingers were busy
pushing and pulling on the silver tube that penetrated my body. I noticed
for the first time a seam of flesh that seemed to separate my nut sac and
go all the way down and stop at my butt hot. It was fucking hot. I was
fucking hot. And then things got hotter.

I didn't know what it was or just how it happened, but the tube hit
something inside my ass that sent shivers through my body like a jolt of
electricity. I caught my breath and my head rolled backwards.

"God fucking damn, what the hell was that?" I thought to myself. I pushed
the tube in and moved it around and hit the spot again and almost died
again. I never felt anything like it but decided right then and there that
if fucking did this to me I was gonna spend a lot of time at Scott's. I got
into a rhythm of moving the tube back and forth but moving it in and out a
very tiny bit, all at the same time. I kept hitting that spot which made me
almost faint. My jacking hand went faster and I felt myself starting to
cum. The spot inside me got more sensitive and then it was there, my
sperming. I felt my face tighten as though I was in pain the feelings were
so intense. I looked down in time to see my cock erupt, the first glob of
sperm flying out and hitting the wall almost three feet away! I saw those
dark spots again as I kept fucking myself while I jacked myself, stroking
my cock hard and fast. I almost had to bit my lips to keep myself from
moaning out loud as my cock pulsed out more sperm than I'd ever seen it
make, leaving a streak of the stuff across the dark brown floor mat. And
then of course, it was all over except the cleanup.

I slowed the ass action while my other hand slowly nursed my cock, milking
out every last drop of cum. My body was shivering as I slowed to a stop,
all the nerves in my body slowly down their signals. I slipped the thing
out of my ass and looked at it, discovering that it was a little bit muddy
but not really bad. I stood up on wobbly legs, bracing myself against the
bathroom sink and took a moment to collect myself. I'd been in there for
almost fifteen minutes without making any noise at all. Whether my mom was
curious about that or not I had no idea but I figured that I better get on
the stick or else there would be questions. I replaced the mirror before I
turned the shower on and cleaned up the gooey mess off the floor, carpet
and wall with toilet paper while the hot water finally got there. I was
still tingling a little bit when I finally climbed in under the spray and
cleaned myself and the tube up. Later, in bed, I went over the whole thing
in my head and decided that, while I wouldn't want to do that every single
day, I might want to look at ways to improve the situation, also to try and
do it when I had the house to myself. As I fell off to sleep I had visions
of a variety of interesting scenarios.

The next day Alex and I had lunch off by ourselves, which was difficult to
do in a cafeteria filled with noisy teenagers. We ate quick then went
outside and found a spot on the lawn and talked. Of course the conversation
about the events of the day before and last night's conversation came up.

"Did you mean it about being kissed on the lips?" Alex asked me and of
course I told him, of course I did, mean it that is. He smiled then said to
follow him so we got up and I did. We went around the end of the building
where the band practiced and ducked inside and I followed him up an aisle
then underneath the bleacher type section where the orchestra sat while
they were practicing. It was open on both ends and had instruments, music
stands and other band equipment strewn about but it was private. No one
could see us and no one could sneak up on us either. He set his backpack
down then turned to me, our faces less than a foot away. I looked into his
bright blue eyes, as he looked into mine.

"You ready?" he whispered. I didn't trust myself to speak so only nodded my
head. He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, keeping them there
for a moment then backing away.

"That was nice," I whispered to him. He leaned in again and kissed me, only
harder, moving his lips like Scott had done. I put my hands on his
shoulders and sort of held him there and moved my lips around like Scott
had then pushed my tongue against his lips. He didn't do anything except
open his mouth and push his tongue out to meet mine. In seconds we were
both breathing heavy and each had a hand on the front of the other's jeans,
rubbing on the fabric that held a rock hard teenage cock. We broke the
kiss, kept on rubbing on each other's cock and kissed again then broke it.

"God I want to suck your cock so bad Brandon," Alex whispered to me. "I
been wantin to suck on it since we jacked off on Saturday night. I never
done it before but I really want to with you." Our hands stayed busy,
exploring each other. I didn't know about Alex but I was ready to cum right
where I stood.

"I know, me too." I whispered back to him, "and I want to cum so bad right
now that I can't stand it and if you keep rubbing on my like that I'm gonna
squirt in my underwear."  Turns out that Alex was in the same space, ready
to cum. We still had at least ten minutes before the bell rang and I knew
that all I needed was ten seconds.

"Fuck it," I whispered and unzipped my jeans really fast and hauled my cock
out." Alex smiled at me and quickly did the same. We stood beside each
other, rock hard cocks sticking out a mile and jacked em. I got about seven
strokes and so did Alex and we both came together, our sperm shooting out
onto the carpeted floor in ropey strands, both of us barely able to stand
up from the intensity of the feelings that were roaring through our
bodies. We slowed our stroked, nursing our flesh until both cock heads
merely oozed then we heard the band room door open. We quickly shoved our
cocks in our pants as Alex pushed over a music stand.

"Well where is it," he said in an angry voice. "It was here yesterday." He
was rooting around in the mess of stuff when an older looking girl came
around the corner. Of course she asked what the matter was so Alex told her
that his horn was supposed to be here, that he'd left it here the other
day. He kept talking loud and mad like so the girl just said "Whatever,"
and walked away. He winked at me and picked up his back pack, gave the
front of his pants another adjusting grope and then we headed out of the
room as some other students began streaming in. Once outside we laughed as
we headed toward our respective classes.

"That was fucking awesome," Alex said and I agreed with him that it was. "I
can hardly wait till Friday night.  You're gonna come over and stay the
night aren't you?" he asked. I nodded my head and told him that my mom said
it was okay.

"Oh man Brandon it's gonna be so, so much fun" he said then we split up and
each headed our own way. I thought what had just happened as I wound my way
through the halls filled others just like me. Well, just like me in that
they were going to class. I doubted that any of the boys had spent their
lunch period beating their meat with a friend anywhere on campus and I
didn't know if girls even did it or not or how they would. So thought about
Alex, how he'd been so straight forward with me, not seeming to have any
second thoughts or nervousness at all. It had been hot as all hell standing
there with our cocks out, blasting ball juice out all over the carpet. We
didn't clean it up either so I wondered if anyone actually saw it or
not. Then I thought about Alex and how much he was wanting me to spend the
night, to suck my cock and everything. And for the first time, I wondered
about the possibility of him and me being boyfriends. That thought made it
hard as hell to pay attention to Huck Finn in English Lit that period.

Later that night I met Scott at Borders and he helped me with my science
stuff as well as algebra, taking the time to explain the theories and
showing me how to solve the problems. The way he did it made it easier to
understand. He worked on his stuff while I worked on mine and two hours
later he asked if I wanted a ride home, which I most certainly did. On the
way home he said he hoped I was okay with us not having sex every single
time we got together, that he really did have tons of studying to do. I
told him it was okay, and it was.  Hell, I seemed to be getting plenty of
action and it didn't appear that it would be letting up any time soon. Boy
was I in for a surprise. Scott gave me a quick kiss in the dark under a big
old tree about a block from my house and said I could call him in a couple
of days and we'd figure out when we'd get together again.

As I lay in bed that night I got to thinking-there's a surprise- about the
past few days. I'd had the best spermings in my whole life, one after
another it seemed. The feelings were intense, my cock seemed to get harder
than it had ever been before and well, I had to wonder if it was going to
change at all. It was like one of those dreams where you find a whole shit
load of money or something, only this was really happening.  I fell asleep
with Alex's face in my brain, looking forward to seeing him the next day at
school. Yeah. I liked the idea of being a boyfriend.

School was about the same when I got there but at the end of first period
all hell seemed to break loose. I left my classroom to find the halls in an
uproar, girls were sobbing all over the place and I wondered if the
president had been shot or something. The new finally filtered through. The
East side bus had been in an accident. A semi-truck and trailer had smashed
into it. Five students were dead and at least a dozen were injured. By the
end of third period ten kids had died, twenty were injured and the bus
driver, an old man at least fifty, had died of a heart attack. By lunch
time the driver had a heart attack and ran a red light and the truck
smashed into the bus instantly killing eight kids, one of them thrown
completely through a window on the far side of the bus. By lunchtime I
wasn't caring much about all the other people at all. The east side bus was
the one that Alex rode sometimes, not always and today, Alex wasn't in
third period with me. I was freaked out, sick to my stomach. I didn't know
what to do, or who to call. After lunch the principal made an announcement
over the PA system, the reason he said, was to quell all of the rumors that
were floating around the school. There had been an accident that
morning. Many students had been injured and were in the hospital, some had
already been released. There were no deaths at this time. He said that he
wished he could tell us more but the law forbid him to do so at that time
and he thanked us all for being mature young adults about the situation and
knew that we were concerned about out friends.

Of course I tried to call Alex as soon as I got home and of course, there
was no answer. It wasn't until my mom got home that I found out the
details. She was a nurse at the hospital where all the kids had been
taken. She told me that one girl had died that afternoon and that there
were at least three kids in critical condition and two more in stable
condition and many more who were being kept for observation.

"I'm sorry baby," she said with a tear in her eye, "Alex is in critical
condition." I asked if he was going to die and she said she didn't know,
that he was still in surgery when she left the hospital. "But its serious
Brandon.  Very, very serious.