Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2013 10:15:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Cabin in the Woods 2: GREG

Dear Readers:

     The responses to the stories I have submitted has been very gratifying
as I have told stories of my youth via diaries and journals which I have
kept all my life.  Memory sometimes dims with age...but my journals which I
kept in copious detail...have allowed the recall of even the most intimate
facts between myself and the persons that I have known.  Since writing THE
CABIN IN THE WOODS...there have been many requests for more information
about my friendship with a neighbor boy named Greg Whitacre...so here is
the next installment in that friendship.  Enjoy.

GREG
By
Dr. Ben Ezra Jacobson, PHD-Literature

     Greg Whitacre was my neighbor, three houses removed.  His father and
taught with my dad at the local high school so we had been friends for as
long as I can remember.  Our parents socialized together and on some
occasions, we traveled together for academic events.  Both of our dads were
heavy into youth sports...mostly baseball...so Greg and I grew up playing T
ball, soft ball and baseball together.  He was much more agile and adept
than I was but in all the years that we played on the same team, he never
once took on an air of superiority with me.  In academics, I was a league
ahead of him...and we used our skills to help each other.  From early youth
to our graduation from high school, we were pretty much inseparable.
Fortunately for both of us, our parents of like demeanor...encourage our
long time friendship.

Greg was an only child and I had only a sister...so we became brothers and
had as much affection for one another as did some of the closest families.
My parents trusted me to go to Greg's house and to do things with his
family...and they, in turn, reciprocated in kind with Greg accompanying my
family on functions and trips.

     When we were both fifteen years of age, the Whitacre's let him go to
Wisconsin with us for a month.  It was there, that I had my first sexual
encounter with him.  He was a lot more brazen than I was.  My timidity
matched his forwardness, making us a perfect match.

     Greg had gone to his Grandparents when he was twelve to spend the
summer.  His dad was on sabbatical from the school system for three months
and he and Mrs. Whitacre went to Europe for some course work.  While he was
with Grandpa and Grandma Whitacre, a cousin Brad Browning also came to stay
part of the summer.  Brad was fourteen and active in scouts.  He would set
up his tent in the yard of their grandparents farm and the two of them
would sleep in the tent so they could stay up a little bit later than the
household bedtime hour.  It was there that Greg learned about masturbation
which he readily admitted was just a lot of fun.  After a period of time,
he learned about oral sex...both getting and giving and by the time summer
was over...he had learned about more "in depth" methods of pleasure.

     When the two cousins returned to their respective homes...Greg had the
task of dwelling on his summer of sexual exploration and despite the
increase of raging hormones...to keep his newly acquired knowledge under
cover.  He learned that one does on use one's white tee shirts or briefs to
catch ejaculated semen...because the stains are obvious to one's mother who
does the laundry...and fabric that is folded with semen between the
folds...sticks together much like adhesive.  A lot of young men have
learned to be adept at hiding the evidence as they have matured from youth
to adults.  Greg's mother, perhaps a bit naïve having had only one
child, thought that he had spilled soda on himself when she discovered the
sticking cloth syndrome of his underwear...and asked when he had upset the
soda on himself.  Greg, being a bit precocious...figured out real quick
that he had to find another avenue of disposal.

     I do not know why he did not discuss this new revelation with me...but
discuss it, he did not...until we went to White Sands Cottage near Boulder
Junction, Wisconsin at age fifteen.  I would have enjoyed the closeness
with him three years earlier than it developed.

     He told me during that eventful summer, of his initiation into sexual
pleasure with his cousin Brad.  He also became friends a couple of years
later with a boy named Chris who played foot ball on the freshman foot ball
team.  I remember all of us in a physical education class in our freshman
year.  We had a class in gymnastics which all the jock boys thought would
be too sissified.  We had to learn to do the parallel bars and climb ropes
and a host of muscle building activities.  I did not respond well to the
muscle building activities as did Greg.  He had better muscle tone and
could climb a rope with comparative ease.  Our friend Chris was very
athletic and he too could climb the fifteen feet of thick rope, hand over
hand without using his legs for support.  It was an arduous task and would
leave the other boys out of breath as they came down from the rope.  They
would stretch out on the tumbling mats to rest.  They would
 wrestle around with each other and I noticed that Chris with his larger
frame...would crawl over Greg who was laying on his stomach on the
mat...and would drop himself down upon him, but keep his arms and legs
around Greg so as not to crush him.  I did not know at the time but Chris
was putting his gym shorts...front to Greg's crack.  Every once in
awhile...Chris would nudge him with his sheathed dick, just enough to make
Greg smile.  I did not know that they had been teasing each other with this
casual action until Greg told me about it during our trip together.  He
said that Chris had pressed his erection against Greg's gluts and since no
one seemed to really notice what was going on...they continued.  On one
occasion, Chris ejaculated and had to take his athletic supporter and white
gym shorts home to wash...which I understood...he did himself to keep from
being detected.

     Greg invited Chris to come spend a week end, the day of Thanksgiving
and he accepted.  This is how he related the story to me while we were in
Wisconsin: Chris arrived Thursday afternoon after the family dinner...and
the family watched the football game together on television.  The
conversation went something like this"

     "Greg, thanks for inviting me to come watch the football game with you
and your family.  We do not have color television...and this is a real
treat to see the game in color," he had said.

     "Yeah...we are lucky to have color.  My dad says that there are
something's that you just have to have because it makes life better," Greg
had replied.

     They looked at each other and tried to conceal a laugh.  Each realized
that in addition to color television...they were also talking about sexual
interests.  The game was exciting.  So were all the snacks and soda pop.
When the game ended, the favored team had one...and the Whitacre household
erupted into jubilant shouts and congratulations.  Bonnie Whitacre had
prepared a nice dinner for after the game.  Supper passed slowly as the
four reveled in their teams glory.

     "Chris," said Mrs. Whitacre, " we have a tradition in our family which
you will probably find childish...but every year, the television networks
shows THE WIZARD OF OZ with Judy Garland after the ball game...and we
always watch it."

     "That's cool Mrs. Whitacre," Chris responded, " we always watch it
too.  My brothers and sisters are crazy about it.  However, none of us have
ever seen it in color, so this will be a treat for me as well."

     "We are glad to have you here with us, dear," she said...and meant it.

     Greg looked at Chris and gave the "thumbs up" signal.  The MGM lion
came on the screen, roared and the title flashed across the television.

     "What," said Chris, " no color?"

      The Whitacre's all laughed.  They had seen it before in color but not
Chris.

     "It starts out in black and white and becomes color when Dorothy Gill
gets to the land of Oz," Greg said.

      "I'll be damned...I didn't know that," Chris exclaimed...suddenly
realizing what he had just said in from of Greg's parents.  "Oh...I
apologize, Mr. & Mrs. Whitacre...I let myself go with out remembering where
I was."

     Greg's dad just laughed, "It happens to the best of us Chris."
Pointing to Greg, he said, "but be careful Greg."  We all laughed again.

     The next two hours passed with little comment.  Who would have thought
that two 14 year old boys would be so absorbed in a movie...but they were.
The movie ended at 10:00 PM.  Greg and Chris picked up their affects and
headed to Greg's bedroom.

     "Good night boys," his parents called after them as they turned out
the lights in the living room and retired to their own room.

     "I am not going to do the dishes and clean up until tomorrow Tom...I'm
tired and it will keep," said Bonnie Whitacre.

     He was in complete agreement.

     Greg had a full size bed and his own bathroom off to the side.

     "Is it ok if I take a shower before we turn in," Chris had inquired,
"always sleep better with a hot shower before bed time.

      "Yes, that's ok...help yourself.  Towels are in the cabinet next to
the shower," Greg had answered back.

     Chris stepped out of his clothes, turned on the shower to get the
water warm and walked back into the room... "did you latch the bedroom
door," he asked?

      "Sure did," he responded.

     Chris stood there naked with the biggest hard on Greg had ever seen.
He had seen him in the school showers...but never in this condition.  He
was huge and thick.  This could be an exciting night.

     Chris winked and softly said, "Want to come shower with me?"

     "You bet," Greg answered back.

      He hurriedly stepped out of his jeans, tee shirt and white briefs and
climbed into the shower with Chris.  They lathered each other with soap
from head to foot This was a new experience.  Greg had never showered with
anyone in his own bathroom.  The shower stall was not extremely roomy and
it was hard to wash one's self without bumping into your partner.

     "Turn toward the glass Greg," I want to wash your back," Chris had
said and gently turned him with his arms around him.  Greg turned and felt
the wash cloth on his shoulders and back and then moving lower on his gluts
and down the sides of both legs.  Chris took a moment to wash the sphincter
muscles of his rectum and then washing the soap away, and pulling the gluts
back...took his tongue and touched Greg's sphincter.  Greg spread his legs
farther apart and bent even more forward as Chris again and again...ran his
tongue all over the orifice.  When he turned Greg around with his strong
foot ball arms, Greg had a mega erection from the sexual stimuli to his
rectum.  Chris once again kneeled in the shower and put his mouth over
Greg's hard on and began to slide up and down on it.  It took only about a
half dozen slides...and Greg pulled out of Chris's mouth and ejaculated all
over his chest as he kneeled before him.  The
 sensation was so intense that had Chris not placed his hands over Greg's
mouth...the rest of the house might have heard the moans.

     "Damn, that was good.  I never in my life felt anything like that," he
whispered to Chris.

     "Do you think you can do it back to me," he asked?

     "I've never done the ass works before...but I am willing to try.  Do
you want to do it here, now, in the shower or after we get out and dry
off?"

     Chris smiled and whispered back, "let's rinse the soap from the shower
off and go lay on the bed."

     "Ok, I'm game," Greg had responded.

     "I'm glad you are a willing partner Greg," Chris said to him as he
looked deep into his eyes.  He put both hands behind Greg's head and gently
kissed him on the lips.

     "Oh my gosh," Greg responded.  "Do that again."

     Chris, still holding his face, leaned forward again and kissed him on
the lips and then on the both cheeks and the side of his face.  He came
back to his lips and pushed his tongue into Greg's mouth...not knowing how
he would respond...but Greg opened to receive him and then
reciprocated...pushing his tongue into Chris's mouth.  They grabbed each
other in a bear hug and just stood in the cascading warm water for several
minutes.  Neither wanting to break.

     "Let's get out of the water, before we start to wrinkle," Chris said
as he turned off the shower knobs and pushed open the door.  They took
their time to dry off...and walked hand in hand into Greg's bedroom.

     "Chris, get up on your hands and knees and lean your chest down to the
bed sheet," Greg instructed him.  Chris did as he was bid...and Greg pushed
his gluts to opposing sides, and began to explore his sphincter with his
tongue.  This was rather erotic when one is fresh and clean out of the
shower.  Chris gyrated with pleasure and several times tried to pull
away...but Greg would grab his hips and stop him.  He rimmed him around and
around.

     Chris turned his head and said, "buddy, you had better stop or I am
liable to drop a load any minute now...and I do not want it to end this
way."

     "How do you want it to end," he asked?

     Chris pulled away and told Greg to get a dry towel and lay it on the
sheet and then to lay down on the towel...face down.  Greg got the towel
and some body lotion from the cabinet in the bath room.

     "Are you going to give me a rub down," Chris?  " I have never had a
full body massage."

     "Well, kind of," he had answered back, "just lay there and relax and
try to enjoy the ride."

     In his inexperienced condition...he did not understand the
ramification of "enjoy the ride."  Chris massaged his back and shoulders
with the lotion and then his hips and legs.  He kept going back to Greg's
sphincter with the lotion...massaging the edges with his finger and then
pushing the smallest finger in which Greg said felt good.  Then he kept
moving up until he was using the longest finger.  Still Greg gyrated around
and said it felt good.  Chris massaged his prostate gland with two fingers.
It was a bit tight and it hurt a little at first but as he stretched, it
too felt good.

     "Ok buddy...you are stretched...this is where it gets exciting," he
said.

     Chris lathered his penis with lotion and placed it on Greg's orifice.
He pushed a little and then backed off...each time pushing a little deeper
and then again backing off...until he was all the way in and slowly at
first and then with more thrust...was going in and out at a good rate.
Greg was panting and breathing heavily.  It took about thirty minutes of
playing at it...until Chris revved up the speed and finally explode a river
of semen into Greg's colon.  They lay in that position for another ten
minutes or so before pulling apart.

     Greg said, " that was better than laying on the mat.  I think I am in
love."

     They both laughed until their sides ached.

     During the night...they snuggled together...first on the left side and
then both rolling over to the right side.  Neither wanted to be apart from
the other.  Greg felt Chris kiss the back of his neck during the night and
when they turned over, Greg would kiss Chris on the shoulder.  Chris had
straight black hair and blue eyes and groin hair that was long, black and
straight.  Greg however had blue eyes and curly red-blond hair and his
pubic hair was very red and very curly.  During the night...they would run
their fingers through each others public hair.

     By morning, they had only slept a few hours because of waking and
loving each other again.  Greg thought that he had never enjoyed another
male the way he enjoyed Chris...and Chris with his big dick between Greg's
legs was reluctant to pull away and put his clothing back on.  Fortunately
they were spending the rest of the week end together...and there was more
time for the sex games and time to get close and know each other better.
Finally with a last long lingering kiss, they pulled away from each other
to put clean clothing on and to go join the family for breakfast.

     The boys were going to meet their friends for lunch at the local Pizza
Place and then take in a double feature matinee movie at the Bijou.  After
that, it was bowling at the local bowling alley...and they told Mr. &
Mrs. Whitacre that they would see them at supper time.  When they came home
around 7:00 PM...is was obvious that they were worn to a frazzle.  The
movies had been a lot of fun and so had lunch at the Pizza joint.  Bowling
was fast paced and frenzied.  They won some games and lost some games...but
had a great afternoon with the eight or nine friends that met them there.

     "You two look like something the dogs drug in," Tom Whitacre had said,
"you will be wise to call it an early night.  Bonnie and I are playing
bridge with the Jacobson's tonight...so you will have the house to
yourselves."

     "Dad," Greg asked, "What's Ben doing while you are playing cards?"

     "He is spending the night with the Wilson twins.  They are going to
the mid-night roller derby with their church group.  Why?"

     " No reason...I just thought he might like to come over and watch TV
with us," Greg suggested.

     "Not a good idea even if he was here, dear," said Bonnie Whitacre,
"You two look wiped out.  I would suggest only a little TV and a lot of
sleep.  We are going now...you two be good and call it a night, early."

     "Yes mom...see you in the morning," Greg responded.

     "Good night Mr. & Mrs. Whitacre...I'll make sure he gets to bed
early," Chris suggested.

     "Good suggestion Chris," she replied.  " If he gives you any
static...just beat him."  She laughed as she kissed them both good night
and she and her husband left the house.

     "Beat me, huh," said Greg.  "You wouldn't do that would you, muscles?"

     "You never know...I might beat you off...after you did the same for
me," he responded.  He looked around to make sure the Whitacre's were gone
and planted a big kiss on Greg and gave him a big bear hug.

     The boys watched thirty minutes of television and then went to the
bedroom where they secured the door lock and stripped naked out of their
clothing.  They climbed into the bed and pulled the sheet and blank up to
their waists.

    Chris turned to Greg and touched the side of his face with his hand.

     "I would like to take you in my arms and make you feel really
good...but I am too damned tired this evening.  Will you settle to let me
hold you close all night and then amuse and entertain you in the morning,"
he asked.

     "Yeah...I am tired too.  Sleep now, make love in the morning
early...for several hours," Greg responded.

     They both laughed.  Greg rolled over on his right side and Chris
scooted as close as he could get, his dick between Greg's legs, his hand
over his chest...a kiss on the cheek and both went quickly asleep.

                                               .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     Sunrise did not begin until nearly 8:00 AM.  They had heard the
Whitacre's get home about mid night and knew they would not be up before
10:30 or 11:00 AM.

     The boys had rolled apart during the night.  Now they faced each other
and smile as the new day was dawning.  Chris reached over an found that
Greg had a erection as hard as his own.  He pulled the cover over his head
and maneuvered downward and crawled between Greg's legs.  He touched his
tongue to Greg's hard dick and licked it like a lollipop before going
completely down on him for some very slow stroking.  Every once in
awhile...he would bare down with his teeth on his hard shaft.  The pressure
was like an electrical charge through his groin and Greg would arch his
back with pleasure and encourage him to bare down harder.  With Greg's dick
in his mouth, he would mumble that if he bit down harder...he would leave
teeth marks...but bare down he did and the tingle raced thorough his body
again.  Kissing the head of his dick...he came up for air.

     "Now, your turn to lay on your back and enjoy the feeling," Greg said
as he too went under the covers and started the manipulations of Chris's
hard rod.  Chris how ever...was not so fond of having his appendage chewed
on and pulled away saying that he was going to need a little more gentle
treatment.

      Chris got up on his hands and knees with a towel under him and took
lotion and lubed his own sphincter as Greg anointed his prong.

     "Slip it in easy at first Greg, and when I have stretched enough, then
put the whole thing in," Chris had instructed.

     Chris was as good at taking a shaft as he was in giving it to some one
else.  Greg entered pulled back and started in again when Chris thrust
himself backward, taking the whole length.  There was not cry of
pain...only the satisfaction of a hard object pushing against his full
prostate gland.  He clamped his orifice down on Greg's shaft and kept
bumping back against him.  Chris was definitely the one leading this
parade...and it was all about how hard he could backwards thrust.  All of a
sudden, he told Greg that he was going to cum...and as he moaned with
delight...he ejaculated a half dozen streams of semen in white luster.

     "Greg, listen to me...keep going...but even if you cum...do not pull
out...do you hear...don't pull out.  If you keep humping me...I might be
able to cum a second time," Chris said.

     True to his word...Greg shot his load into Chris's canal and in just a
few seconds of continued internal humps...Chris shot a second load which
was every bit as intense as the first but with less semen the second time
around.  Both marveled at how good it felt and how a fourteen year old
student could produce so much semen and ejaculate with such force.

     During the course of the day, the two had two more ejaculations from
hand jobbing each other...and by bed time, another ejaculation and just
before midnight...a fifth time.  In years to come...they would wonder how
they ever managed to be so prolific.

     At the end of the school year...Chris's father took a college position
in a near by state and the family moved away.  The two would correspond and
on occasion visit for a week end...traveling back and forth on the
train...but as the new school year progressed...their time with each other
diminished.  Chris exited Greg's life gracefully just as Ben Ezra Jacobson
and his family became more involved.

     Chris would marry after college and he and his wife would have five
sons.  They remained together all their lives...but the love he and Greg
shared never diminished.  Years later, they would meet for a convention and
for one fast week end, reconnect with mutual sexual gratification.  The
newness and the mystique was not the same.  Both had trouble getting an
erection and the ejaculations and sensations were much diminished...but the
feelings for one another were not.  They held each other and kissed, and
slept as close to each other as they could.  They longed for the ecstatic
days of youth which were gone forever...but the love they felt for each
other never diminished.

       The following fall, after the summer that Greg and I spent at White
Sands Lake...I would stay with him at his home and he would come to mine.
We continued to share our love making that winter...as we reminisced about
our month in Wisconsin.