Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2013 13:13:19 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Earthquake Heaven Prologue & Ch. 1

			     EARTHQUAKE HEAVEN
				 Prologue

Walking down the road was like moving in a different universe. The tree
lined avenue wasn't unusual, except that the trees were all semi tropical
and the houses alongside the road were well spread and just small cottages.
The whole aspect was like something out of Judy Garland and the Wizard of
Oz. Ahead of me I could see the sand and beyond that the ocean. I looked up
and marvelled at how blue was the sky, the few fluffy white clouds were
such an amazing contrast. I ended my walk at the beach. An almost limitless
expanse of golden almost white sand sloping gently to the most incredible
turquoise sea lapping gently at the beach. I looked up at my mother,
holding my hand.

"Please Mama, may I go and play?"

She smiled down at me and said, "Of course my Darling, you know where to
find me?"

She pointed to a beach bed under a large sunshade. Alongside the bed was a
table and I could see Mama's book lying on the top. I nodded and ran off,
heading for the sea. It looked so amazing and I wanted nothing more than to
be wallowing in it. I think it must have been hours before I tired enough
to want to rest. Most of the time I had played with a little local boy. He
was a delight to be with and he spoke some English. He had swum out far
enough on several occasions and dived deep to surface what seemed much
later clutching wonderful shells and grinning at me as he offered them like
a gift. He was probably only two or three years younger than my ten years
but this was his hunting ground. We sat on the beach with each new find as
he explained to me what the shells were. I don't think I had been this
happy since my father had died.

Papa had died in an accident almost a year ago. My mother had retreated
into a shell, grieving in a way that I guess I was too young to understand.
After what seemed forever she had realised that I was still here and needed
her. I had been lost and grieved as well, but I had no outlet for my grief.
Mother was unapproachable in her own grief. I retreated to my bedroom where
I remained for most of that year except to go to school.

When mother came out of her grief and realised that I had retreated into my
own dark world, she overpowered me with her love and could not do enough to
show her regret at ignoring my own emotional needs. This holiday was her
final present to me. This first day was worth the whole package. Hashi was
my new friend, he was fun and so happy just being allowed to play on the
beach. We became firm friends on that first day, and by the end of the
holiday were almost inseparable.

The day we left I was inconsolable, I couldn't leave this new friend, he
was like no one else I had ever met.

"I promise we will come back again my Darling."

I believed mother, why would I not, she was the only adult I knew and
loved, she wouldn't possibly lie to me, would she?

Hashi and I said our goodbyes on the beach, where else, our life had been
together there. We both cried and hugged each other.

"I'll come back, I promise."

"I'll wait for you Marco, forever."

At ten and seven years old, forever was an incredible commitment that I was
sure neither of us meant. How wrong was I?

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				 Chapter 1

The summer wound down and Marco prepared to go back to school. His mind was
still full of his amazing holiday in Japan, and his little friend. Of
course he went to the beach and played with school friends, but Hashi was
never far from his thoughts. He realised that the games he played now
weren't as much fun, nor as interesting as they had been on the beach of
the little Japanese island.

Now nearly eleven and it was time to move into Junior High. The new school,
and now he was a little fish in a big pond instead of the big fish in a
little pond, Marco's life soon filled with all the new experiences, the
first of those was a new friend. John Paul came from a wealthy family and
his room was like an Aladdin's Cave to Marco the first time John invited
him to tea. Thoughts of a Japanese beach and the pretty and unusual shells
and sea creatures that Hashi brought to him soon faded as John Paul
produced huge Conch Shells collected on his last holiday, and the toys that
Marco could only drool over in the shop windows. John Paul was fun as well,
he was quite outrageous and sealed the bond with Marco when he showed him
how to masturbate and get that funny, exciting feeling in his weenie. Then
came puberty and the ability to fire liquid from the end of his now rapidly
growing penis.

"If we do it to each other Marco it will be even more exciting"

So, at thirteen years old Marco received his first hand job. The amount of
cum he produced from that orgasm was testament to the enjoyment he received
from it.

"If we go head to tail we can do it to each other at the same time."

That was the next development, wow, how thrilling was that.

"How come you know so much about sex John?"

John giggled and went to his computer.

"My parents tried puting limits on what I could look at on the web, but
busting their password and altering child limits was easy to overcome. Now
I surf all of the gay sites finding out what boys can do to get a thrill
out of their cocks."

"Are you a faggot then?"

John Paul blushed, "I don't know, the sites I look at think that at our age
we just like to experiment, but I do think your cock is exciting. I guess I
am going to have to wait another few years before I know whether I am going
to like boys or girls the most."

That set Marco thinking as well. He realised that he never thought about
girls and the talk among his friends and schoolmates on the subject
interested him not at all. Of course he knew how girls were built from his
biology lessons and he had to admit to himself that he thought they looked
incomplete in the groin area. A cock and balls were so much more
interesting, so the locker room after sport or phys. ed. was like a present
every time he entered. Controlling his erection in the showers as he scoped
out his classmates became a problem until it reached the proportions
whereby he kept his eyes away from the array of cocks. Some of them got
hard as well and he hated the comments made about the owners. They were
always accused of being fags, and as they got older the comments became
nastier and the class bullies emerged.

Always horny, Marco spent more and more time with John Paul. His bedroom
became a place of excitement, with John leading the way. The 69 position
led to the first attempt at blowjobs. Marco was shocked almost rigid the
first time.

"I've found a new way to get you excited, Marco. I want to try it. You tell
me what you think."

Marco lay back on John Paul's bed arms behind his head. At fourteen he had
become a very self assured young man so his comment was, "Dig out, you can
do anything you like as long as I cum at the end."

Both boys laughed and John started. He played with Marco for a little
while, just jacking him slowly and playing with his balls.

"That feels really exciting, John, particularly when you stretch my balls
in their sac."

John leant in then and licked Marco's balls making them quite slick before
letting his hand take over again. Marco gasped, he had never felt anything
so exciting in his life, that is until John did the same thing to his cock.
He licked up and down it while still playing with Marco's balls. Then the
big one. He lifted Marco's cock from his tummy and engulfed the head in his
mouth using his tongue to lick all round it.

"Oh my God," was as far as Marco got before blasting the inside of John's
mouth with an orgasm to beat anything he had ever previously experienced.
He looked down at John who was grinning like an idiot as he licked his
lips.

"Golly, Marco, you do cum a lot, and that tasted really good."

Marco's look turned to shock when he realised he had no cum on his body.

"You swallowed all my cum!"

Still grinning John Paul nodded, "Yeah, it tasted good. The stories I read
say that it is very nutritious and your partner loves it much more than
finishing him off with your hand."

Sinking back into the bed, Marco thought about it and then he too grinned.

"Mmm, you're right. It was very exciting, like me to do you now?"

"Yes please."

Not quite fourteen years old and the two boys experienced their first 69
blowjobs later that afternoon.

By the time they were sixteen both boys realised they were gay. Girls were
ok to have as friends, but neither of them dated. The talk started then
about how close they were and were they little faggots. John Paul scotched
that one by being outrageous.

"Yeah, of course we are, we can't get each other pregnant so we are
practising safe sex all the time."

The whole locker room dissolved in laughter because John Paul had said it
in such a way that nobody believed he was serious.

The relationship continued into senior high school and they at last decided
to try the big one.

"I have the smallest cock, Marco, so I think I should fuck you first to
make sure we have it right. I know I will hurt you the first time, but you
tell me if you can put up with it, and then the second time it should be
easier. If that works ok, you can fuck me twice as well. We'll decide then
if we want to carry on doing it."

John Paul was being outrageous again and making a joke of it so it was easy
to go along with him. He produced a bottle of Wet Light and waggled it at
Marco.

"Get your clothes off and get on the bed, on your knees, legs wide open,
I'm going to open you up with my fingers before giving you my cock."

Marco laughed, "I suppose you have learnt all about it from the web?"

"Of course, I bet I am the most experienced and knowledgeable theorist in
the world on butt fucking."

Stripped naked, John grabbed him. "Stay still for a minute."

He then did something neither had thought about before. He stepped in close
and kissed Marco on the lips. Marco tensed up, then relaxed when he
realised he liked it. John did it again.

"If I am going to take your virginity I ought to make love to you
properly. I don't know that I'm going to but the kisses were just to let
you know that I think you are a pretty special friend to let me do this."

"Wow, thank you, John, that was pretty exciting, you aren't falling in love
with me are you?"

John blushed, "Nah, well maybe just a little. You are, after all my best
bud."

Marco loved it. His mother still gave him kisses on the cheek and hugs when
he needed them, but this was different, doing these things with his best
friend was very exciting. So, Marco did as he was told, still giggling,
John Paul was so funny, sex with him would never be serious.

The first shock was the feeling of a finger sliding up and down his crack,
just worrying his anal entry. Then the finger, liberally coated with spit
eased into him to the first knuckle.

"Mm, that feels very sensitive, John, try some more."

More laughter, "Of course I'm going to try some more, my cock isn't that
small."

Marco thought about it, `his cock isn't small at all, it's just a little
smaller than mine.'

The one finger was all the way in now moving around inside him and it felt
marvellous.

"That feels so good, I could easily cum if you keep doing that."

John was pleased with that comment and the very relaxed sphincter that
didn't offer any resistance, the second and third fingers went in easily as
well. He started rotating them and moving them in and out. He leant in then
and started licking Marco's cheeks and using his second hand to play with a
very hard boy cock and a neat set of balls

"Oh God, John, that feels amazing, put your cock in there now."

John lubed his cock and lined Marco's anus with some as well.

"Here we go buddy."

Marco felt the head of John's cock at his anal entry and the pressure as he
tried to get it over his sphincter. Entry achieved and Marco gasped.

"Fuck, that hurts. Hold still, John, give me a moment."

The pain was intense, but didn't last, it eased quite quickly and
disappeared completely after John pushed in another couple of inches and
then retracted them again just leaving his head there as before.

"Ah, that's much better you can carry on now."

It felt marvellous. So exciting, Marco could feel every inch as it slid
into him. On top of that every entry gave him a jolt and made his cock get
even harder.

"Oh Jesus, John what are you doing. You're hitting something every entry
that is sensitising every nerve in my body."

John laughed, the most joyous laugh Marco had ever heard.

"I've found your prostate. I'm so pleased, I want to give you so much
pleasure and that is the centre of your pleasure senses."

Proof of how good that was came quickly. Marco had his first orgasm,
followed almost instantly by two more as John sped up to have his own
incredible one.

Panting like a steam train John managed to tell Marco what he thought, but
not for five minutes or so.

"That was the most exciting experience of my life Marco, you have to do it
to me as well to find out, besides," he said with a huge grin on his face,
"I want to have three orgasms to your one as well."

So they did. Marco took even longer to open up John, playing with him all
the time as well. He took him doggy fashion but before he came he wanted to
watch his eyes, so he turned John over and entered him again, falling
forward to give him a very passionate kiss.

"You're right Lover, this is incredible. I don't think I'll go soft after I
come so that I can fuck you again."

"Ooh, yes please."

Marco surprised both of them. He came three times without going soft, but
six orgasms was his limit in the one session.

"Oh man, I'm sorry we waited so long Marco. We only have two more years of
this unless we get the same college."

Marco nodded. He knew they wouldn't get the same college already. He would
get a full scholarship but not an ivy league college, but John would, his
father would buy him into Stanford or somewhere like that. He didn't mind,
he wasn't in love with John, he knew in the back of his mind that his soul
mate wouldn't come from here in this city.

What a glorious two years they had. Marco worked hard at his academics to
get a full scholarship. He didn't want to bleed his mother's funds even
though he knew the money was there. John Paul coasted, as long as he got
passing grades he would go to Stanford. He was a little in love with Marco,
but most of that love was as a friend and fuck buddy. Parting would not be
traumatic for either of them making their friendship that much more
enjoyable, no angst on the part of either boy.

That was how it worked. They said good bye at the end of the summer of
their final year, celebrating with an all day love in that was full of good
sex, loving sex, and loads of laughter.

"I'm going to miss you best friend, but unless either of us find a soul
mate we can still do this when we're on vacation can't we?"

Marco looked at his best friend and just creased up.

"Are you kidding, how would a fuck slut like you manage without oodles of
sex?"

More laughter as John Paul replied, "Huh, listen to the pot calling the
kettle black."

Grinning like an idiot Marco held up his hands and replied, "Ok, true, now
how about fucking me again."

Somehow or other through their laughter they did manage to fuck each other
again.

`Ah, sex with this best friend is so good.' That was a mutual unexpressed
thought.

Through two years of college the two friends had great sex between
semesters, never tiring of being with each other.

"You know John. We should get married and live happily ever after, but much
as I love you, it isn't a romantic love and I'm sure, somewhere out there
my soul mate is waiting."

John Paul looked a little disappointed when he replied.

"Yeah, funny isn't it. I love you so much, I `m sure you are always going
to be my best friend, but I feel the same. There isn't that spark between
us is there?"

"I bet we never find anyone for better sex though."

That was just the comment needed to break the mood. These two couldn't
remain serious with each other for long.

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