Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2003 14:11:15 -0800 (PST)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jerry meets Lightening - chptr 1

This story is a memory from my past, embellished a little, but fun to
recall!  It's a story of sexual interaction between two teen boys.  If this
type of material offends you, please do not read.  However, if you enjoy
these kinds of stories, read on...and enjoy!


JERRY MEETS LIGHTNING - Chapter 1

"You're fast! That was my best time in the 100. My best. By the time I
could blink, you had already won. Who are you?"

That was the comment that got us talking. Well, Jerry did most of the
talking, as I was too winded - and too dumb to reply.  The cutest guy in
the whole world was talking to me, and I could only gasp for breath.

Jerry stuck out his hand to congratulate me.  I tried hard to respond like
any cool jock might, but that's not easy when you are shaking hands with
the most popular and gorgeous jock in school. I had just beaten the
school's track champ in the hundred-yard dash. I wasn't sure how he would
respond.

I was a new kid at Langston Middle School; the out of town kid that didn't
make new friends easily. No one took me seriously when I wanted to try out
for the school's track team. The other runners had just showed up to place.

Jerry was the school's fastest trackman. He was pretty close to the
school's all time record for this race - and I had just beaten him on my
first attempt. Even I wondered if I had done the right thing. I was nowhere
near as good looking as this young Greek God.

I was staring at his light brown hair, lean muscular chest, blue eyes, tan
complexion, powerful legs, and terrific face. His smile had melted me into
a blundering idiot that could only stutter stupid panting sounds. What a
terrific way to meet the school's all American boy. I didn't know whether
to smile or cry.

Jerry and I were both in the 7th grade, and we were both 13 years old. I
had been the kid to beat at my last school. Jerry had no way of knowing
that.  They had called me "Lightning".

Moving here was hard. I would have to prove myself all over again. I wasn't
happy about that. I had been even less happy about going from a private
school to a public one; especially that first day when I stood to answer a
teacher's question.

She stared puzzled as I answered her, and then, reluctantly, explained that
students did not have to stand to answer questions at this school.

I blushed, and then slowly slid back into my seat. There were more than a
few snickers. When a class bully teased me about being different after that
class, he made the mistake of pushing me. Before he could finish laughing,
I had decked him. My private school also had taught self-defense.

Word spread quickly that I was hot tempered. Not a good way to make
friends.

As Jerry and I shook hands, a crowd came out of nowhere. Still trying to
look cool, I became aware that Jerry was explaining that he was Captain of
the boys' track team. We were going to be good friends if I could do that
again.

"What other track events you do?" Jerry asked.

"Just the relay." I volunteered.

"Maybe he just got lucky." a boy in the crowd teased. "Bet he can't do it
again."

"Bet he could." Jerry didn't wait. "Langston just might win the regional
title this year. We got lightning."

Right on cue, Coach Hogan showed up.

"You came close to the school record. I just checked. Very close! You're
going to need some help with the start, and the breathing. Jerry and I can
help you with that. I want the city track meet this year, and the new
school record. You're gonna get them for me. Both of them! You already beat
the best time in town for the hundred. Jerry's a close second. We can't
lose. You and Jerry already friends? Great! Both of you get ready to
practice a lot. You guys win; then Langston wins. Simple as that."

Before Jerry or I could answer, Coach was gone.

"That means you're on the team." Jerry laughed. "Want to start practice
tomorrow? We'll run to school from my house. It's a good way to get in
shape. The track team meets after school with the coaches."

Jerry continued chatting as we headed for the school gym, and the dressing
room. For reasons I wasn't sure of, I listened and trotted after him. His
friends also followed us.

In the days ahead, Jerry and I became close friends. We raced every chance
we got. We were still rivals on the track. He took no pity on me. We raced
every chance we got.  Jerry even timed me on and off the track. I didn't
care. I found myself just loving the time we spent together. When we were
together, I felt great.

At track practice, I also met the other guys on the school's track team.

There was Larry. He was our best at the Mile Run. He was already a close
friend of Jerry, and we became friends. The three of us were fast and
confident that we could outrun any rival. Jerry was still the school's best
bet in the 220 and 440 runs.

Add to that a boy named Seth. He was a close second in the 220, and made up
the fourth member of our 440-relay team. We practiced together until the
coaches were confident that we had a winning relay team as well.

All four of us became close and pretty much at ease with each other whether
running, dressing out, or showering. Sure, there were times when one or the
other of us would get a boner in front of the others, but we chalked that
up to being horny teenagers.... at least at first we did.

I still had a problem staring at Jerry. I noticed that Larry did too. None
of us seemed to mind that much though. We even teased Larry about being the
oldest and the biggest among us.

It was still early in the track season when Langston School took on North
Side School in an indoor practice track meet. Not a big deal, but a chance
to find out who we had to beat in the spring. I was ready and anxious to
take on their best.

Instead, Coach put Jerry in the hundred. I was furious. Coach ignored me
when I tried to talk to him, telling me to relax. He would let me race in
the 220. The 220? I'm a short distance runner. I just barely won the 220. I
got enough distance at the start to protect my lead. When he took me out of
the 440 relay, I openly glared at him with glazed eyes. All that got me was
a pat on the shoulder. I was not going to look that great in my first track
meet with Jerry. My anger was obvious. Jerry pulled me aside and gave me an
understanding hug.

"The Coach knows what he's doing. He doesn't want to show his hand yet.
North Side will be the team to beat this year. They will expect me when it
counts. They'll get you - and right now they think you are beatable. Get
the idea?"

At that moment, the track meet was the last thing on my mind. The most
gorgeous guy in the whole world was holding me in his arms and I was
holding him. What track meet? We finally broke the hug, but I think both of
us knew we didn't really want to.

A couple of weeks later, Coach still had not explained why he was not
allowing me to compete in the hundred. In fact, he had really turned on the
heat at practice. At school, he matched me against Jerry again and
again. Each time, he checked the clock. Each time Jerry lost. Each time,
Coach shook my hand, and hugged Jerry. Each time, I would glare at both of
them wondering if they knew how much I wanted Jerry. I wasn't going to
ask. No way was I going to chance losing his friendship.

The Spring Junior Varsity track Meet finally arrived. North Side School was
there. So were ten other schools. The city championship was up for grabs.

This would be the first of several meets leading to the regional and state
championships. I was ready. No, I was more than ready. But would Coach give
me my chance?

"You going to put me in the 220 again?" I asked him.

"Nope. I don't think Jerry would like that much. We're banking on you to
win the 440 relay for us." Coach smirked. Jerry will do the 220. That's his
thing."

As coach walked away grinning, the speaker called for runners doing the
hundred.  I waited to see whom Coach would send this time.

"You 're on." was all he said, still grinning.

All I remember after that was the gun going off. I was in the line-up.

Instinctively, I took off. Suddenly, it was over. I knew I had been out
front.

Other runners were patting me and congratulating me. I had won. I huffed
and puffed more out of excitement than exhaustion. I had done it. I had
won. Maybe now Coach would let me run my race. Jerry, Larry, and Seth were
all over me.

A speaker announced they were checking the time clock with the computer
clock and the records. A lot of coaches were heading my way, not waiting
for the official results. I was still thinking only that I had won. I was
the new city champ in the hundred. Coach had come to stand with me as we
accepted the trophy for Langston.

"WE HAVE A NEW RECORD!" the speaker blared. "It's official!" the voice
continued. "A new Langston record and a new city record!" The voice sounded
ecstatic.

Jerry grabbed me, and hugged me again. I knew Coach was shaking my hand
off, but Jerry and I held each other tight. The race didn't matter anymore.

Jerry mattered. Only after he let me go did I realize Coach had accepted
the trophy for me. I also realized that Coach and my friends had set me
up. Coach had held me back as the big surprise at this track meet. My
victory was a total shock to everyone. People I had never met soon
surrounded me. My friends carried me on their shoulders to watch the next
event. When they sat me down, Jerry quickly gave me a peck on the cheek. He
blushed as he backed away. So did I.

"Jerry gets carried away sometimes." Larry explained.

Langston School had walked away with the city track championship when it
was over. We would go on to the regional track meet. The regional champion
would go on to the state track meet; Junior Varsity, of course. We had
reason to celebrate. All of us were looking at really good chances to make
it big in high school sports. When you're in the seventh grade, that goal
means a lot. You're going to be a jock. College is a long way
off. Popularity means so much more.

As we hit the showers, Jerry and I were really excited. Jerry had won the
220 easily. Along with Larry and Seth, we had also taken the 440 relay. We
felt undefeatable.

Another boy from our school named Quart (also called "Half Pint" because of
his size) had shocked everyone by winning the mile run. He was
ecstatic. Langston School had routed the meet. We lost some minor things
like the Broad Jump, Discus, etc., but us runners paid that no mind. We
were totally excited. Our excitement must have rubbed off on guys from the
other teams too because they were shaking our hand only to accept a hug in
return as we showered.

There were only a half dozen showerheads spraying more than a dozen boys
all packed together. No one seemed to notice how close we were, or that
most of us were sporting a semi-hard on. Some of us were trying to check
each other out without being noticed. Some were already in full
puberty. Others were just starting.

Of course, at 13, you want to compare - you don't want to get caught. You
also try to hide that instant hard on you tried so hard not to get.  I had
fooled around before, and knew I might be gay. I didn't want to be
though. My feelings for Jerry were confusing and upsetting. I wanted him. I
didn't want to want him. I knew if I went after a guy that didn't like me I
was ruined, so I resisted such feelings.

Still, that day in the shower, I "accidentally" bumped against him face to
face. I was thrilled when I felt my dick brush up against his. That caused
one of my instant hard ons. Jerry noticed. He just smiled and looked
down. He was also hard. Each of us blushed.

How do you hide a hard on in a room full of boys?

Fortunately, most of them were preoccupied with their own
curiosities. Jerry and I were able to slip away to get dressed, still
silently checking each other out until clothing hid our boners.

Shortly after the meet, our parents decided a "victory dinner" was in
order. Coach made his famous pep talk about how we had done Langston
proud. The gang broke up.

Jerry's parents asked if I would like to spend the night at their house to
celebrate. My parents didn't mind. Neither did I. My house was only a short
ride from his, so I was soon delivered to them with my overnight bag.

Jerry and I chatted excitedly about the meet while the parents had
cocktails. My parents left for home. Jerry and I were pretty tired. We
withdrew to his room to relax.

You would think I wouldn't be all that nervous about spending the night
with my best friend. Wrong. I wondered if I had done the right thing. I had
pretty much kept a hard on since the shower. All I could think about was
how beautiful Jerry was. Did he kiss me on purpose, or was that just an
excited peck? Should I make the first move? Did Jerry want me to stay the
night so he could make the first move? Has Jerry ever fooled around with
another boy?

What if ...?  Lots of questions; no answers.

Jerry's room was no help either. I stared in horror at the bed. One bed. A
double bed, but still only one bed. We were going to sleep together. I was
tickled pink. I was scared to death. I'm sure Jerry looked a lot more
relaxed than I did.

He sat on the edge of the bed and began to undress. "You want to get
comfortable?" he remarked, motioning for me to join him.

"Yeah, sure." I sat next to him.

We stripped down to our 'tighty-whities.' Jerry was gorgeous. I blushed
when he caught me watching him. How could I not stare? Everything about him
was perfection. His smile made me melt. His chest and stomach was not that
big or muscular - just all lean and trim. His waist was small and I could
make out the print of a nice plump semi-hard dick just waiting to be
displayed. His legs were the only part of him that looked like strong
muscles. Beautiful, but powerful.

I wondered if he was staring at my stiff four-inch shaft. I saw him glance
a couple of times. I knew my body was thin and awkward looking - not
gorgeous like his. I tried not to look into those blue eyes knowing I would
not be able to hide my secret thoughts about making out with him.

We both quickly slid under the sheets. I laid on my back, knowing he could
see my boner, but knowing if I turned away from him, I wouldn't be able to
look him over.

Jerry didn't move away, but he didn't make a move to encourage me or to
discourage me. He met my gaze and smiled when he saw me just staring into
his eyes.

"What is it you want to do?" he asked. "I know you want me, but I've never
done anything with someone else."

"I think I just want to stare at you all night." I whispered. "No jock ever
looked so good to me."

Jerry giggled. "Thanks. We're both jocks now....and I like being
wanted. It's just that we're both guys. My dad would kill me for doing gay
stuff. We shouldn't feel this way about each other."

Without answering him, I reached out to pull him to me. Despite his weak
protests, he did not resist when I gave him a peck on the forehead while
pressing our bodies together. I wrapped my arms around him, and then kissed
his eyelids and his nose.

I wanted to kiss every inch of his body. I nibbled on his earlobes while he
just giggled and pressed his body against mine. His arms slowly encircled
me, and as I slipped his shorts down to his knees, he did the same for
me. Both of us slid them all the way off.

There was no longer anything to prevent us from enjoying the feel of our
nudity - or our stiffs rubbing against each other. Our dicks weren't the
only things doing the rubbing. Our hands massaged everything. We slid the
sheet down so we could see, and feel, and kiss, and explore.

My dick might have been a little heavier than his, but they were both about
four inches long. I had a little more fuzz than he did, but not much. Both
of us were cut. Most of us were. I had just started shooting off. Jerry
hadn't got there yet. He and I both were jerking off a couple of times a
day. At that age, it was really intense to orgasm. And both of us were
getting an instant hard on any time we thought of anything sexual.

Just the thought that I could hold Jerry to me was a turn on. Being able to
play with his toy was dreamland. I couldn't believe he was actually
responding by holding me too. I must have spent hours kissing and licking
every part of him. I didn't care if he returned the favor. I just wanted
him to know how much I loved him. I slowly worked my way down his beautiful
body until I was finally sucking on the cutest little shaft of the cutest
guy I had ever met.

"Oh man!" Jerry almost whimpered. "Thats so great. I never felt anything
that good. Don't ever stop."

There was no time for talk as far as I was concerned. I had what I
wanted. Even though I didn't understand fully why I wanted Jerry, I knew I
wanted him, and didn't want to ever let him go. My tongue did a number on
his cute little flared mushroom shaped head while my lips went up and down
over the shaft. My mouth had no problem handling it. To me, he tasted as
good as he looked - if that was possible. I wanted our first time to be his
best, but by no means his last.

If there was any doubt this was Jerry's first ever blow job, his reactions
told me different. His first reaction was one of disbelief. He couldn't
believe I was sucking on his dick. His second reaction was moans of
pleasure. He couldn't believe it felt so good. He soon began to thrust it
as deep as he could.

He had trouble working with me at first, but soon settled down to let me
set the pace. His hips began to rise to meet my lips as I came down on his
shaft. He rolled over on his back to allow me more leverage, but rapidly
arched his back to push up at me repeatedly.

Unable to stop, he only lasted a few minutes before I felt the telltale
tremors, then the throbbing jerks from his shaft. Jerry was having one
terrific dry orgasm. His breathing came fast and heavy. I knew he was in
another world. His entire back and butt was up in the air. His dick tried
desperately to shoot off the load that just wasn't there. Finally, he
slowly settled back onto his bed exhausted. His breathing returned to
normal. He pulled his rapidly shrinking sensitive organ from my mouth. It
was over.

"Tell me you can do that all night!", he whispered. "No jerk off could ever
feel that good."

"No jerk off will ever be the same; not for you." I teased.

Jerry once again began playing with and sizing up my dick. I could tell he
wasn't sure he wanted to put it in his mouth.

"You don't have to do anything Jerry." I told him. "It's all right. I'm the
one who wants to do that for you. You're so good looking; it's like getting
something special for knowing you. You're gorgeous."

We hugged. Jerry kissed me again - this time on the nose. Then he grasped
my hard on once again. "Can I jerk it off for you? I want to. I never
jerked off any one else."

I nodded. Jerry went to work on it. I could tell he wanted it to be good
for me. I was so hot it didn't take long. In a few minutes, I warned him he
was about to get my load.

A watery shot of cum spurted into the air. Some oozed over his hand. He was
excited. It was the first time he had ever seen another dick shoot off. We
cleaned it off, and then pulled the sheet up sleeping nude totally
exhausted.

The next morning, I woke first. Without hesitating, I slid down to once
again take Jerry's beautiful toy for another ride. Jerry moaned as I licked
his dick and balls.

He woke to find his shaft covered by a warm wet feeling, and warned me that
he had a piss hard on. I ignored his warning and wouldn't let go until he
orgasmed again.

Then it was off to the bathroom where we emptied our bladders, giggling and
crossing streams. Jerry stared at the light brown fuzz over my dick,
envious that he wasn't there yet. When he finished peeing, I knelt in front
of him and licked his dick clean.

We showered, then dressed and went to breakfast. His sister, about a year
younger than him, teased that we had "chattered like monkeys all
night". Her room was next to his. They used the same bathroom. I wondered
just how much chattering she had heard.

I hope you enjoyed my story.  I'd love to hear from you.  Email me at
docipoo@hotmail.com.  Thanks for reading my story.