Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2003 19:36:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Sean <seabear36@yahoo.com>
Subject: Too Far 4: Walking on Sunshine

(The following story contains scenes of explicit sex
between an two teenaged boys. The story is true, from
my own life, so if you're offended work it out in
therapy or something. Your comments, reactions,
whatever are welcome at seabear36@yahoo.com. Parts 1,
2 and 3 of this story can be found at
/nifty/gay/adult-youth/too-far/)


Too Far 4:  Walking on Sunshine
By Seabear36


I'd met Terry during my freshman year in high school.
I used to hang around at the Radio Shack near my house
because the store staff let some neighborhood kids
play on the TRS-80s they were selling.  Terry wasn't
from the neighborhood, but he was friends with a boy
named Eric who I'd gotten to know at the store.  When
Terry and I started talking about school, I mentioned
the communications program at my high school that
included an FM radio station and a closed-circuit TV
station.  He transferred into the school and I was
surprised to see him on the first day of my sophomore
year.

Terry had red hair that he wore over his ears and
brushed back, a cute button nose and a strong chin
with a deep cleft.  His eyes were a greenish-blue, and
his full lips turned into an wide and friendly grin
whenever he saw me.   He was about my height, and
slim.  His eyebrows and whiskers were dark, and the
combination of  very red hair and dark eyebrows always
made me wonder what color his other body hair was.

I introduced Terry to the folks that ran the radio
station at the school.  He began volunteering there
after school and before long he was hosting his own
radio show on Saturday afternoons.  We didn't have any
classes together, but we wound up in the same lunch
period and got to know each other pretty well over the
school year.

On the last day of our Sophomore year, we traded phone
numbers and promised to do something that summer.
Between work at the steel mill and family trips on
weekends, we only managed to get together once to see
"Raiders of the Lost Ark" with a couple of other
friends.  I thought about him a few times over the
summer.  He was very cute and I fantasized about him
every once in a while when I jacked off.  I didn't
think he was gay, though, since he'd gone out with a
couple of girls from school.

I'd had an interesting summer.  I'd had sex with a man
in his thirties and also with a boy I worked with.
I'd begun to notice the single men that I guess had
always been at Woodland Park, and I started noticing
how they stared at me when I rode past them on my
bike.  I'd even begun to prowl the park, following men
without being seen and watching as they trolled for
other men in the bushes and bathrooms.  I knew what
they were doing.  I'd known people had sex in the
bushes for a long time.  The evidence of it was
obvious even to a 10-year-old boy exploring the park
with his friends.  But I'd never dreamed that those
soiled tissues and rags were left behind by men until
that summer.

Terry called me the night before the first day of
school.  We chatted about our summers.  I told him
about work, and he talked about staying most of the
summer in Marin County at his grandparent's house.  He
asked me if I'd gone out with anyone, and I told him
I'd gone out with a couple of people, but left it kind
of vague.  He didn't push the issue.  He said he'd had
some fun over the summer with some people he'd met and
maybe he'd tell me about it someday.  I tried to
cajole him into telling me, but he just laughed and
said he didn't think he would.

We didn't have any of the same classes in school and
we were in different lunch periods both semesters.  We
did sit with each other and our wider group of friends
at the football games at Memorial Stadium, and we'd
spend some time after the games wandering around the
Fun Forest amusement area at Seattle Center after the
games.  Once football season ended, though, we didn't
see each other much more often than a quick hello in
the hall.

I had less time for all of my friends, though.  I'd
discovered more about cruising and how easy it was for
a good-looking 16 or 17 year old to attract men.  I'd
started driving that year and I began to check out
places I'd heard about at school where gay men would
hang out.  I felt guilty about my desires, and I tried
to push those desires down by going out with some
girls from school.  There was Stacy, who was pretty
inhibited and would never french kiss and who is now
living with her lesbian lover in Tacoma.  I think I
was attracted to her because, even then, she wore her
hair short and she looked more like a 14 year old boy
than a 16 year old girl.  There was Laura, one of the
easiest girls in school but who gave an inferior blow
job. They guys all said she could suck the chrome off
a trailer hitch, but I didn't tell any of them that I
knew I was better.  We had a lot of fun together, but
sometimes when I was fucking her I'd close my eyes and
think about boys or men.  And there was Wendy, a girl
I probably would still be with today if I hadn't been
more interested in saying good night to her so I could
prowl for some cock at the park.

I don't remember exactly when it was that I began to
think that Terry might be gay.  It might have been the
way he grinned when he saw me, and how he tried to
stand close to me when we talked in the hall.  It
could have been when I caught him staring at me during
a school-wide assembly, and we just held each other's
gazes across the risers and smiled at each other.  It
could have just been the way he would sound on the
phone when he was talking to me, nervous and giggly
like I was when I was on the phone with him.  But by
the time May rolled around, I knew.  I just knew.  But
I was too scared to do anything about it, because all
the men and boys I'd had any feelings for had dumped
me as soon as I'd had sex with them.  I didn't want to
lose Terry, too.  So as he started to move closer to
me, I started to move back because I liked him too
much.

Remember how that felt when you were a kid?  Remember
having those strong feelings every time you saw a cute
guy, how you'd see a bulge in a pair of 501s and you
mouth would go dry and your heart would pound?  How
you'd watch your straight friends playing catch with
the shirts off, and how you'd try to watch their
bodies as much as possible without getting caught?
Remember the confusion over the messages your body was
sending you and those you were being told by your
peers and parents?  It's hell to be making love to a
girl with your eyes closed because the only way you
can finish is to fantasize about pounding the ass of
some boy you see every day in the gym showers.  Or to
kiss a girl and to miss the rough stubble of a shaven
chin against yours.  Or the feeling of disappointment
when you reach down her pants and feel nothing but
pubic hair where there should be something to hold on
to.  I'd prefer the girls with the narrow asses, the
ones with short hair and flat chests.  I'd prefer the
ones that looked like boys, but even that wasn't
enough.  Maybe I'd just become addicted to cock, I
told myself.  I'd "imprinted" it because it felt so
good ^Ö not only the physical satisfaction but the
psychological satisfaction of having guys aggressively
go after me in the cruising grounds.  I wanted Terry
so bad, but I also wanted to be "normal."  I was
ashamed of my desires, but I couldn't deny them to
myself no matter how hard I tried.  So I tried to keep
that part of my life separate from the me my friends
knew.  And I was miserable because of it.

One Friday night in late April,  Wendy and I went to
eat at Arnold's after seeing a movie at the Harvard
Exit.  Arnold's was at the corner of Broadway and
Denny, and had good food in the front section and a
large video game arcade in the back.  I hung out here
a lot, since Broadway was the center of gay culture in
Seattle.  I never got up the courage to cruise here ^Ö
I preferred the dark parks where I could at least
pretend to be anonymous ^Ö but I had seen a lot of it.
And they had one of the best arcades in town, and
cheap food.

We ate and wandered back to the arcade to drop some
quarters in the machines.  I was standing near Wendy
as she played Ms. Pac-Man and I started looking around
the arcade.  I saw Terry, intent on the game he was
playing a few machines down.  He was standing next to
someone I didn't recognize who was leaning agaisnt the
machine on the side away from me, watching over
Terry's shoulder.  He looked older than us by a couple
of years, maybe college age.  I watched Terry play,
watching the way he moved.  His hips would spin and
twist as he played.  He'd give little thrusts forward
as he hit the fire button.  He bit his soft, full
lower lip and winced when his player died.  I glanced
at Wendy and she had no idea I was looking through her
at Terry.  She glanced up at me and smiled then turned
back to her game.  Terry's game ended and he stood up
from the machine.  I was about to go over and say hi
when the two of them turned toward the door and
started to leave.  Then the man gently touched his
hand to the small of Terry's back and they walked
toward the exit.  As they walked, the hand dropped
down, fingertips trailing across Terry's ass before
losing contact.

Wendy's game ended not long after. As we turned to
leave, I put my hand on the small of her back and
trailed my fingers across her ass just as I'd seen the
man do to Terry.  It was a very light touch, barely
noticeable to anyone watching but Wendy giggled and
said I must be full of it tonight.  She turned toward
me and hugged me and felt my erection pressing against
her.  The poor thing thought it was for her, and when
we kissed I knew it was over between us.

I was hornier than hell after I dropped her off.  She
dropped some big hints about making out, but I told
her I didn't feel well and wanted to get home.  I
dropped her off and drove straight to Woodland Park.

It didn't take me long to spot a guy hanging out in a
picnic shelter.  I was hornier than hell, and bolder
than I'd ever been.  I walked straight over to him,
stood a few feet away and looked him in the eye.  He
walked back into the shadows of the picnic shelter and
I followed.  I had my cock out before I got to him,
and he fell to his knees and in only a couple of
minutes I was coming down his throat.  He stood up
with his cock sticking straight out in front of him,
and I closed my eyes and imagined that I was sucking
off  Terry.  I thought of the way his face would look
with his eyes half closed and lips parted slightly.  I
thought about the movement of his ass and the thrust
of his hips as he played the game and imagined myself
knelt before him as he played the game.  I don't even
remember what the man I was sucking looked like or
tasted like.  All I could think of was Terry's cock
fucking my face.  The man came in my mouth and I
buried my face against his pubic hair as he shot a
load of semen against the back of my mouth.   I
swallowed it and stood up.  He was already getting
dressed and leaving, but my cock was still hard.

I found another guy within 10 minutes, sitting in his
car.  As I walked past, he opened the passenger door.
I sat and pulled my pants down.  He dropped his face
into my lap and sucked me long and slow.  When I was
about to come, he lifted his head and began to beat me
off.  I turned toward him and when I came my semen
sprayed across the seat and the console.  He panicked
and looked around for something to wipe it off with,
muttering something about his wife.  I just left him
to clean up my mess and drove home.  I fell asleep
with a hard-on and dreamt of Terry all night.

The next day I drove back to Broadway and to Arnold's,
hoping to see Terry again.  I didn't see him, but I
noticed an Asian kid keeping an eye on me as we
played.  He looked about 18, shorter than I and with a
slim but powerful build.  The fourth or fifth time I
looked at him and caught his eye, I smiled and nodded
a hello.  A few minutes later, as I was playing at a
machine, he came up next to me.  We started talking
and I found out that he'd only arrived here from Japan
to go to the University of Washington the year before.
 His name was Hideo.  I noticed that his hand was
resting on my forearm but I tried not to let him know
that I noticed it there.

My game ended.  I was a little distracted by his
touch.  I asked him if he wanted to play and he said
yes and put his quarter in.  I stood closely behind
him, watching over his shoulder and resting my hand on
top of the machine.  I could smell him.  My lips and
nose were only a few inches from his ear and cheek.  I
put my free hand in the small of his back as he
played, and he glanced over at me and smiled.  Our
faces were only inches apart.  I was scared as hell,
but he was very cute and I didn't care who was
watching.  With his eyes focused on the game, he asked
me if I wanted to go home with him. My heart pounded
in my chest.  My cock was getting uncomfortably hard
in my jeans.  I told him yes.  We walked away from the
machine, the game unfinished, and left.

He lived in the University District at the huge
Terry-Lander residence hall just on the north side of
the University Bridge.  We drove there separately.  I
thought for a moment about leaving.  I wondered what
the hell I was doing.  But my dick spoke louder.  I
found a parking spot and found him sitting near the
entrance to the building.  We laughed nervously as he
unlocked the door and we walked in.  We rode the
elevator up to his floor and walked down what seemed
like an endless hallway before we got to his room.  It
looked out over the ship canal and downtown, and had
the usual painted cement block wall and industrial
pale wooden desk and wardrobe.  He told me his
roommate with his girlfriend's family in Yakima for
the weekend.

I looked at the family pictures he had on the wall
over his bed.  His father and mother looked old but
very wealthy.  He had three brothers, all of them
already married with kids and living in Japan.  He had
a sister that looked to be about his age, and she was
going to school in California.   I wandered over to
the window and looked out at the skyline and the
houses rising up the north face of Capitol Hill, the
lights reflecting on Portage Bay.  When I turned
around, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking
me up and down.  He smiled nervously and motioned me
over .  I crossed the room and sat next to him.  He
put his hand on my leg and rubbed it up and down.  He
asked me if it was okay, and I nodded.

He put his hands on my shoulder and I let myself be
pushed down on the bed.  He ran his hands over the top
of my shirt, feeling my chest and shoulders and belly.
 His hands explored my legs, almost reaching my cock
and balls but not quite.  He ran his fingers on the
inside of my arms, on my neck and gently passed a
finger over my lips.  I reached out and touched his
hands with mine as he explored me.  They were very
warm and soft.  He tugged on my shirt and untucked it.
 I pulled my shirt off over my head.  His looked at me
with his mouth open and eyes narrowed.  I could hear
him breathe.  He ran his smooth golden hands across my
chest, slowly drawing a fingertip across my nipples.
He leaned down and kissed them each, and I felt his
tongue dart out and give them a quick lick, one after
the other.

I pulled his shirt off over his head.  His skin was
hairless and the same golden color as his hands.  His
torso was small, but his chest muscles were pretty
well developed and his shoulders were broad and
strong. I ran my fingertips up and down my back as he
kissed and licked my chest, my nipples and my belly.
My fingers ran down further along his back, tracing
his spine to the top of his pants.

His fingertips brushed along the top of my jeans,
dipping underneath the waistband from time to time.
My stomach quivered when he did that.  My hard on was
raging, but I really had to pee.  I told him I had to
go and looked for the bathroom.  There wasn't one in
the room, but there was one down the hall.  I put my
shirt on and walked out.  I saw a hurt look in his
eyes so I told him I'd be right back.  I walked down
the hall the best I could with my hard on and went to
pee.  I couldn't ^Ö my cock was still too hard and
nothing was coming out.  It took me a few minutes to
squeeze it out, but I finally finished and went back
to Hideo's room.  The light was still on, and Hideo
was lying in his bed with the blanket covering him
below the waist.  I took my shirt off and tossed it on
a chair.  I noticed that his shirt was still on the
floor where I dropped it^Å next to the pants he was
wearing and his boxers.  I looked back up at him, and
he grinned back at me.  He cleverly pulled the covers
back far enough to reveal his side, from torso to toe,
and he was completely naked.

I went to turn off the light, but he told me to turn
it on.  I was embarrassed to be taking my clothes off
in front of someone who was really watching me, but I
did it quickly.  As soon as I pulled down my pants and
underpants, he pulled the cover back and revealed
himself to me.  His cock looked different ^Ö I'd never
seen an uncircumcised dick.  It was smaller than mine,
and though it looked to be about the same size as
Ryan's cock it had a larger, more bulbous head.

I climbed into bed next to him and he pulled the
covers over us.  Our hands explored each other's
bodies, and when his soft fingers brushed against my
cock I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.  He
turned his face toward mine and he kissed me on the
lips, gently, sweetly, his tongue parting my lips and
teasing my own.  He flipped so his cock was near my
face, and his face near my cock.  We began to 69.  He
smelled and tasted exotic, different than the men I'd
sucked and not unpleasant.  It took me a few minutes
to get used to his foreskin, but by listening to his
breathing and feeling the pace of his sucking on my
cock I was able to figure out what he wanted me to do
with it.

His hands reached around me and explored my ass.  I
did the same to him, feeling my way across his satin
skin and into the warm fold where I found his butt
hole.  I spit on my finger and reached back, massaging
his anus and feeling the thrust of his cock into my
mouth.  He rolled me onto my back and straddled my
face.  He pushed his cock into my mouth and began to
fuck my face.  He sucked me a few more times, then let
up as he pounded my lips and throat with his
fat-headed cock.  I opened my eyes and saw his shaft
disappearing into my mouth, his balls slapping against
my nose with every thrust, and smelled the muskiness
of his ass.  It drove me mad.  I jabbed a finger into
his ass and he moaned, thrusting harder into my mouth.
 Suddenly, he pulled off me and spun around.  His hair
was mussed.  He knelt down and french kissed me.  I
tasted my own pre-cum on his lips and tongue.  His
lips were hot from the friction of the blowjob, and I
bet mine were, too.  I felt his cock dancing against
mine.  I pulled him by the ass and ground my cock
against him.

He sat up, sitting on my cock and rubbing back and
forth.  He reached to the side of the bed and pulled
out a tube of KY jelly and spread it over my cock.  He
gave me a slow hand job for a moment, lubing me up.
Then he got up on one leg and lubed his own asshole.
He grabbed my cock and lowered himself on to it,
gritting his teeth at the pain of my invasion.  He
rocked himself up and down on it, coming down a little
further each time, until finally he was sitting flush
on me with my cock fully immersed in his tight ass.

He began to work his ass.  He would rise and fall
slowly, his face wincing with pain at first but
gradually turning to ecstasy.  His eyes were closed,
his head thrown back, his hand clutching my chest, his
mouth open in a silent moan, and his hips rising and
falling on me.  I'd never felt anything like it.  It
was tighter than any pussy I fucked, and I knew from
experience how it felt to have a man inside me and I
could tell he was feeling the same thing I did when
Tim fucked me the summer before.  As the one doing the
fucking^Å well, I'd never seen such a look of pure
pleasure on any of the girls I'd fucked, even the
hyper-responsive Laura.  I'd never felt like I was
giving someone so much pleasure as I did when I was
fucking this Japanese kid.   His cock drooled a thin
line of precum onto my stomach.  I put my hands on his
ass cheeks and let them rest there.

He opened his eyes and looked at me.  He asked me if I
wanted to do it from the back and I nodded.  He
grinned and pulled off me and knelt on the bed with
his ass in the air.  I knelt behind him, put a little
more lube on my cock, and pressed against him. My cock
slipped in easily.  I began to fuck him slowly, but he
began slamming his ass against me.  He wanted it
harder and faster.  I began to fuck him fast, slamming
against him with all my force and watching the
shockwave ripple across his golden ass.  I clamped my
hands around his pelvic muscles and pulled him back
toward me.  I rested his head on one bent arm.  With
the other, began to furiously masturbate as I pounded
his small ass.  I watched as my gleaming cock shaft
slipped in and out of his hole.  I watched as his ass
muscles clenched when I drew out, tightening his fuck
passage even tighter.

He collapsed onto his stomach.  I fell with him, my
cock still embedded inside him, and began to nail him
to the mattress.  I looked down between us, at the
beautiful curve of his back down to the small of his
back and then to the heavenly golden cheeks with my
cock pile driving in and out.  I began to moan.  He
buried his face in a pillow and was making grunts and
moans from his animal brain.  It was raw sex, where
your brain is cleared of any higher function and all
you can do is fuck or be fucked.  I kissed his
shoulders, his cheek, his neck, his ears.  I muttered
his name into his ear. I stuck my tongue in his ear,
the only hole available to me.  He turned his head and
he kissed me on the lips.

He rolled beneath me and pulled his knees up to his
chest.  I dove in again, this time able to see his
face as I kept pounding at his ass.  I tried to keep
myself from coming.  I tried to keep on the plateau.
He reached down and began to jack himself as I fucked
him.  He adjusted his ass so I could plow deeply.  His
nuts were tight against him.  I could feel his breath
on my face.  I felt the churning in my nuts and the
raw metallic twinge in my groin.  He began to moan
loudly, almost yelping, and a flood of watery come
shot out of his cock and whitewashed our bellies and
chests.  A few drops hit my chin and he leaned up and
licked them off.

The force of his orgasm made him clamp down on his
anus.  I jabbed my cock as deeply into him as I could,
pushing him  up the bed, and began to pump load after
load of semen into his spasming passage.  It felt like
I was coming forever, and I could feel my own semen
leaking past my cock shaft out of his ass.  When I
pulled my cock out, he gasped and a few gobs of come
dripped out and landed on the sheet.  I collapsed
beside him. I fell asleep holding him in my arms, our
naked bodies pressed together on the small bed.

I woke up at sunrise and the bed was empty.  I
panicked and wondered if he'd run off like all the
others had.  Then the door opened and he walked in.
He'd been in the shower.  His black hair was wet and
shiny, and his lower lip shivered a little in the cold
room.  He smiled at me as he dropped the bathrobe from
around his shoulders and climbed into bed with me.  I
wouldn't get home until close to dinner time.

I passed Terry in the hall on Monday morning.  I asked
him how his weekend had been and he said great.  He
asked me and I told him it was one of the best ever.
When he asked, I told him Wendy and I were done (was
that a look of interest in his eye) but that I'd met
someone else.  He asked where I met her.

I looked around the crowded halls, leant close to his
ear and whispered, "I met him at Arnold's on
Broadway."  I walked on past him and let my hand brush
against his leg on the way by. I didn't turn, but I
know he was watching me.