Date: Tue, 01 Apr 2008 14:04:52 -0700 From: Woodrow Harrison <woodtick149@fastmail.fm> Subject: Wash part 1 This is a work of fiction. It contains an account of two boys enjoying an act of sex together. It is not meant to be read by anyone underage in their jurisdiction. Suggestions and comments welcomed at Woodtick149@fastmail.fm Wash By Woody Harrison I first met Wash in my junior year of high school. We had both transferred in from other schools and knew hardly anyone in our class. Since this was 1955 and this was a private school, it was somewhat odd to find a black boy attending but, as I was soon to find out, Wash was black in skin color only. He did not live in the ghetto, was articulate and easily understood. He was also extremely bright. One day after gym class we were in the locker room. Wash was sitting nude on a bench in front of his locker. I couldn't help checking him out and marveled at the smooth round tube that hung from his thick patch of crotch hair. Fascinated, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off him. Now I'd been jacking off with my cousin for a few years and even went down on him once, but had never considered that I might be "that way" so I was surprised to find myself admiring another boy's penis and reacting to it. To hide my engorgement, I turned away and quickly dressed. Gym was the last class of the day and after getting my books from my locker, I made my way to the bus stop. I'd been waiting there a few minutes when who should come up to the bus stop but Wash! I'd not noticed that he took this bus before but then I'd not noticed him before at all. The bus pulled up to the curb and we got on. The coach was crowded and Wash got the last seat. I had to play strap hanger right in front of him. Pretending to look out the window over his shoulder I studied him. He was very good looking with flawless complexion a sort of deep shade of cocoa. He was wore dress slacks, white shirt and tie. A few stops later the seat beside him became vacant and I sat down next to him. Since we were seatmates it seemed appropriate to introduce ourselves. "Hi", I said, sticking out my hand, "I'm Woody Harrison." "Henry Washington" he replied shaking my hand, "I go by Wash." "Good to meet you Wash. You're new to the school this year too?" "Yeah, I went to a school in Evanston but my family moved to Oak Park this summer." "What part of town? My uncle lives in Oak Park." "LeMoyne & Edmer." "That's real close to him. I live by North and Parkside." "Practically neighbors." "You hang out anywhere? I go by the Greek's at North & Laramie." "No," he replied, "I generally listen to music after school until my folks get home from work. I like to play my guitar too." "With all that time to practice you must be pretty good." "I'm no Segovia but I do all right. You ought to come by some time and hear me. I'll give you a private concert." "Might be fun. When would you have in mind?" "How about this afternoon? You free?" I had no particular commitment so I agreed, curious to hear someone my age play an instrument. We got off the bus and walked the two blocks to his house. It was a well- to-do neighborhood with manicured lawns and fancy cars parked in front of the large houses. Wash let us in and led me to his bedroom. It was neat as a pin. Wash picked up his guitar and led me to the den. This was a spacious room two walls of which were lined with books. "Would you like something to drink? A coke or something?" "Thanks" I replied, "a coke would be fine." Wash fetched us each a coke and excused himself to change clothes. I checked out a few of the titles on the bookshelves. Mostly fiction and some stuff I had read. There were also a lot of medical books. When he returned, Wash was wearing a sort of bib overalls outfit but with short pants. He wore no shirt and his muscular arms glistened as he took up his instrument. He sat down on a stool opposite me on a couch. After a brief tuning routine he began strumming a familiar tune; "Malaguena". He was good, damned good. When he finished I clapped in appreciation. He stood and gave a mock bow then sat down again. It was then that I noticed something sticking out of his pant leg. I almost gasped as I realized it was the head of his cock! He began to play another tune but I scarcely recognized it, so fascinated was I staring at his cock which had begun to protrude even further. He was obviously growing a hard on and I felt a similar rising in my own pants. The song came to an end but this time I did not applaud. "Don't you like it?" Wash looked at me smiling. "It's great!" I said keeping with the double entendre. "Ready for more?" Suddenly I had the irresistible need to touch that cock. I wanted to squeeze it and rub it. I wanted to see it cum. "Sure, let's see what you got." All pretense was over now. Off came the overalls and Wash stood before me in glorious nakedness. "Why don't you get comfortable too?" He asked brandishing his fully engorged cock. I quickly stripped and Wash came over and sat on the couch next to me. He threw an arm over my shoulder and pulled me to him. He licked his lips, parted them slightly and pressed them to mine. His tongue snaked into my mouth and we began a breathless joust. When we finally broke for air we were both brick hard. "How did you guess I was hot for you?" I asked. "The way you were looking at me in the locker room this afternoon. You were all but salivating. Besides, I've had my eye on you since school started and I've been dreaming of getting you alone like this." "Have you done anything before with someone?" "Another guy and I jacked off together last year in the washroom at school. How about you?" "My cousin and I like to jack each other off, but I don't see him that often." "Want to try something different?" Wash asked. "Sure, I'm game." "Sit on the floor facing me." I sat as he instructed me and he sat between my legs, draping his knees over my thighs, our hard cocks jutting up between our bellies side by side and touching lengthwise. It felt incredibly warm having his cock pressed against mine and his soft hand gripping the two together. We began to wriggle and squirm pressing harder together. Wash kissed me again and I felt a tightening in my gut then a rush as I spewed my load onto our bellies. Wash fingered up a wad of it and rubbed it all over his own cock which made him cum as well. He had a big load and easily covered my cockhead with it as well as my belly. Both of us spent from our play, we lay side by side in each other's arms and enjoyed the afterglow.