Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2013 17:21:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Biff

BIFF
By
Ben Ezra Jacobson

Wednesday, June 12, 1963

Dear Journal:

    It has been a little over a week since Jim & Joe Baynebridge, Greg
Whitacre and I rode our bikes to Elmo and back on the old railroad bed.  On
the way back, we stopped at the Russell Trestle to rest and wade in the
creek and some of our classmates were there doing the same.  In talking
with our friends at Fish Creek under the train trestle...while the others
waded the water looking for muscles...Biff and I sat on a rock and talked
about canoeing in Wisconsin.  He had indicated that he would like to go
with us sometime.  I approached my parents about asking him to join us.
They readily approved because they new his parents and thought he was a
good kid.  Biff in turn asked his parents about going with us and they too
gave permission after they spoke to my mom and dad.  That was last week and
I thought it would be great to have him joining us.  This afternoon, he
pulled into our driveway in an old "57" Chevy coup that he bought from his
grandpa...and sauntered up to the front porch to sit on the porch swing
with me and talk about his excitement of going to northern Wisconsin with
us on June 24th.

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    Biff was really Jeremiah Brian Biffle and like me, was sixteen years
old.  He was an honor scholar at our high school and active in sports.  He
was on the school basketball team, ran track with the track team and was
involved in junior varsity wrestling.  His parents called him Jeremiah
after his grandpa Biffle, the girls at school all called him Brian and all
of his guy friends called him Biff.  Biff had an easy going masculine sort
of demeanor, was always cheerful, and because of his rearing, had a very
mature manner for one his age.  His judgment was sound and he held a part
time job after school at an auto parts store where he waited counter and
made parts deliveries to the local auto dealerships.  Biff was six feet
tall, broad shouldered, had a very athletic build and weighed about 160
pounds.  He had jet black hair that had a natural wave to it...which made
the girls swoon.  He had crystal blue eyes, perfect teeth and was
hairy... all over.

    Biff went with Marybeth Martin, a Junior year cheerleader and was
rumored to be sexually active with her...a rumor that neither confirmed nor
denied.  I was surprised when he came and sat on the rock with me and
talked of canoeing and camping.  Although we had been friends since
elementary school..he was athletic and I was academic...and we had little
in common other than the years of being classmates...but as we matured in
knowledge and social skills, he had started taking more notice of me and
stopped to talk.  Biff was the type of guy who made friends easily and kept
them indefinitely.  I do not know of anyone ever having anything negative
to say about him.

    He got out of his Chevy and now sat beside me on the porch swing to
talk of northern Wisconsin and the canoe trails around White Sands Lake
near Boulder Junction.  He mentioned that he had some canoeing experience
in scouts but had never paddled long distance on a primary water trip.

    "So tell me Ben," he said, "tell me about your place at White Sands.
You have a summer home there...is that right?"

    "Yes," I replied, "we started out renting a summer cottage and then
bought some land and built a summer house.  We have gone every year since."

    "Greg said that he and you had a cabin in the woods at White Sands and
that the two of you camped by yourselves for a couple of weeks."

    "That's correct," I replied...wondering just how much he actually knew
about our past.  "We camped at the summer house with my parents, and on
several occasions...we camped by ourselves in the woods."

    "Cool," he said, " I think it would be fun to camp for a week or so,
with no one but the two of us and moose, and bear, and elk."

    I laughed... "Whoa, Biff...there are no moose or elk in that part of
Wisconsin.  We have not ever seen a bear...although they do say that they
are in the area."

    He chuckled, "but the fishing is good?"

    "It is," I responded.  "We have caught some really nice fish in the
lakes."

    "Ben...I am looking so forward to that adventure...and I am looking
forward to spending some time with you.  We have been friends for years but
we really do not know each other that well...and I would like to know you
better," Biff said...looking into my eyes.  "I need to spend some time with
you because I think we have things in common and I could use some input
from someone my own age that I trust."
    I looked at Biff's face which was turning red.  He looked like he could
explode.

    "Biff...are you in some kind of trouble," I stammered?

    "Not really, but I have some concerns that are constantly on my
mind...and I need to have some in put from a peer who is also a friend," he
said.

    "What is it," I asked?

    "I can't talk about it at this very moment...but if you could spare
some time...a good amount of time...I need to pass some things by you," he
answered.

    "You mean like spending an afternoon together," I asked?

    "Not exactly...I was wondering if you could come spend the night or if
I could come over here and stay over.  The things I want to talk about
probably can not be resolved in just a few hours," he responded...with a
certain almost desperate look on his face.

    "Why certainly...either one," I answered back.

    The color started settling in his face and the tone of his breathing
softened.  I wondered if he and Marybeth were in trouble and he wanted to
know how his friends would react to it.  Would they scorn him or embrace
him in this new circumstance.

    "Either one...I can come over to your house or your welcome to come
over here...which ever works best for you," I repeated.

    "Could we make it this evening," he asked, "Here at your place?"

    "Certainly...would you like to have dinner with us," I asked?

    "Yes...if you would not mind," he said.

    Biff took off and returned a few hours later, dressed in clean jeans
and a nice shirt.  His face scrubbed clean from an obvious hot shower and
his hair well groomed.  He had a duffle bag with him with a change of
clothing for tomorrow.  He looked good.  My parents greeted him warmly and
engaged him in conversation during dinner about the summer house in
Wisconsin and talked about how good the fishing was and how nice the chain
of lakes and streams were.  Biff became engaged in the conversation and
seemed very relaxed.  After dinner, with the dishes in the dish washer and
the house picked up a bit...my parents announced that they were going to
run some errands and would be back in a few hours.  They told us to lock
the doors if we decided to leave.

    With them gone, Biff began to relax a little more.  We went and sat on
the patio after building a small fire in the fire pit.  I set a bottle of
soda pop and some ice in a glass on the table for each of us...and settled
in for him to start the conversation but he seemed unable to do so.
Finally, I decided that I should try to lead him into a discussion before
the sun decided to rise for the new day.

    "O.K. Buddy...it's your turn...talk to me," I said in a chiding
gesture.

    " I don't hardly know how to start Ben...but first promise me that you
will never reveal what I am about to say," he said.

    "I promise," I answered back.

    "No...that's not what I mean...I mean your solemn word that you will
not repeat any of what I want to talk to you about...ever," he said
again...this time his face had gone stone cold...and I knew he meant
business.

    "Biff...I will not repeat ever...anything you say to me here tonight
unless you expressly give me permission to do so," I said looking him
squarely in the eyes.

    "O.K...Ben, I think I am in trouble...maybe"

    "Alright," I responded, "Is Marybeth in trouble?"

    "Marybeth," he answered me?  "No...not at all...I think I am...well,
because..."

   "Yes," I said.


    " Well, you remember when we were sitting on the rock under the Russell
Trestle and I said to you that I did not mind you looking..."

     "I remember, Biff," I quickly answered him back.

    "Well, Ben I think I wanted you to look and then some," he stammered
with a blush on his face.  "You probably think I am a freak...now."

    "Not at all...you are just being you...like I am being me...and no one
understands that better than we do." I answered him back.

    "Really," he stated?

    "Really," I reassured him.  "Has Greg elaborated on our adventures in
Wisconsin?"

    "Yeah, kind-a...I stayed all night at his house a few months ago...and
we talked a bit about your trip to Wisconsin...and I told him that I would
sure like to go on a long canoe trip and camp in the woods, and swim in the
lake...like you two guys did," he responded.

    "Did he say anything else," I inquired?

    "Well, not really, but I kind of figured it out for myself...and even
though I play the role of "Mr. Cool"...  there is something within that
makes me want... crave what you two have.  I'd like to be part of that
closeness and trust."

    "So you know about our activities," I asked.

    "Well, not item for item Ben, but I know that the two of you are close
and I would like to experience that with someone...well...I would like to
experience it with you... I can trust you," he said, "And although Greg is
a great guy, he is not discreet like you are...and with him...you do not
know if your counsel is safe."

    "I know what you are saying.  Let's go into the house."

    Inside, I motioned for him to be seated on the sofa and I sat down next
to him.


"Ben...I think I might be...I think I might be queer," he babbled.


     I did not flinch...but looked into his eyes just before he dropped
them to the floor.  I reached out and touched his shoulder and he looked up
at me again...but he said nothing.  I turned and flipped the lamp switch,
which plunged the room into total darkness...and then reached over and put
my arm around his shoulder.  He leaned to the side and put his head on my
shoulder.  I readjusted my reach around him and he scooted closer.  I put
the other hand around the front of his chest and laid my hand on top of my
other hand with an encircling of his back and chest.  He leaned even
closer...and we sat that way for ten or fifteen minutes...me just holding
him and he allowing it.

    He was the first to break...and leaned forward and removed his shoes
and then putting his right knee into the sofa cushion...leaned forward and
kissed me on the side of my face.  With my hand, I touched and caressed the
side of his face.  He leaned forward again and kissed me on the lips...and
I reciprocated in kind.  We continued to tilt our heads first one way and
then the other...kissing and caressing.  He then pulled back with a heavy
sigh.  Taking my hand and squeezing it...he said in a soft subdued
tone... "I have longed for this moment for months."

    "Biff," I queried, " the rumor going around is that you have been
dicking Marybeth for the last six months."

    "I have been, Ben...and as good as hetero...sex is...I felt like
something was missing.  Marybeth let me pump her as much as I wanted.  She
supplied the condoms...and it felt good, but she would not do anything back
to me...no oral or anal stimulation...she would not even jack me off.  I
think the world of her...but it was always about her feelings, her
sensations, her orgasms.  The last few weeks she has been seeing Brent
Bigelow...and you know he is hung like a horse and doesn't give a shit if
he gets anything out of it other than plenty of pussy.  It was not until I
stayed the night with Greg when I knew what it was to be petted, and
stroked and sucked, and rimmed and poked.  He gave me the best sensations
in my whole life...but he told me that if I liked him...you were better.
For the last two months...I have been hardly able to think of anything
else.  Our chance meeting at Russell's trestle...was not an accident.  I
had it planned for weeks when I heard that the four of you were going to
bike the old rail trail.  Greg told me...and then I was jealous that I was
not included.  I asked the other guys to go with me to wade...and when you
guys finally showed up...I suggested hunting for river muscles to get them
distracted so I could talk to you."

     "Biff, I am so sorry...why didn't you tell me sooner..?  I would have
loved to share our adventure with you.  Why didn't you tell me," I asked?


    "I was afraid of rejection...and if it got out that I liked what I
like...I would have been the laughing stock at school and branded as a fag
for the rest of my life," he blurted out.

    "Biff, I like what I like too...the same as Greg, but neither of us
have been outed or treated like out casts," I replied.

   "Because no one knows, Ben...you are safe because, other than Greg...no
one knows," he shot back.

    "Wrong buddy...the Baynebridge boys know," I answered back.

    "No shit...they know?  Are they..."

    "Yes...in spades." I said.

    "Well I'll be damned.  I would never have guessed that...with who."

     "Each other and with Greg and me," I again responded.

     I expected him to go totally ballistic over that revelation...but he
did not...he just smiled and said, "with themselves...how cool is that.
Your own confidant...who is your brother.  I'll be damned"

    I put my arm around him and held him close.  He pulled me closer to him
and held on.  Again he leaned his head on my shoulder and seemed to finally
feel some reassurance that he was not a freak...but just a normal kid like
the rest of us.

    "What are you thinking now, Biff," I asked.

    Looking at the clock that said 10:30 PM...he turned to me and said, " I
would like to go upstairs for further instruction."  He had a big smile on
his face.

    " I think that is a good idea," I said and patted his butt as I turned
him toward the stairs.


     Once in my room, I secured the lock and started undressing.  Biff beat
me to the draw.  He was naked before I got my boxers off.  He was
beautiful.  Black hair on his arms, legs and chest and a bountiful black
crop of pubic hair...straight as pubic hair could be...and peaking through
the nest was a perfect circumcised cock sticking out perpendicular to his
groin...and growing.

    I snapped out the light, opened the bedroom windows for the cool breeze
and walked over to my guest and hugged him close to me.  I kissed him again
and he returned the gesture.  Reaching down, he explored my hardware and I
did the same to him.  He was now at full mast.

    "Lay down across the bed," I said.  He wanted to touch me as I touched
him...but I wanted him to just lay back and let me explore his crevices.
His pubic hair felt silky like the hair on a fresh plucked ear of corn in
the garden.  It was soft and smelled like fresh shampoo and the most
masculine of bath soaps.  I ran my fingers up and down his shaft and he
quivered.  Ever so gently, I massaged his testicles and he flinched with
excitement.

    "I love having my balls rubbed, Ben...it is like having goose bumps
times ten," he volunteered.

    I ran my hands on the inside of his thighs and over his
chest...pinching his nipples a bit only to find out that he was almost too
sensitive for that spot.  I rolled him over on his stomach and massage the
back of his neck and then down to his shoulders, lumbar, hips and legs and
then back up to his buttocks.  He moaned with delight.  Then spreading his
gluts a bit, got my nose close enough to tell that it was safe to proceed
and tongued his sphincter.  He pulled his knees up under his chest leaving
his butt in the air and his chest on the bed sheets.  Again I ran my tongue
over his sphincter...around and a round then back across.  He was
whimpering and it was getting louder.  I warned him to be quiet so we would
not arouse suspicion of any passers by or of my parents should they come
home in the middle of our exploring each other's bodies.  Taking a little
Vaseline from the drawer in my night stand...I again massaged his
sphincter.  Biff was getting really excited and said that never in his life
had he experienced anything like that.  Then with another dip into the
Vaseline and applying an ample amount to the pucker...I pushed my index
finger in.  Biff yelled out as I touched his prostate gland.

    "Damn Ben...You are going to make me drop my load if you are not
careful," he shouted.  "I don't want it to end this quickly."
     I continued to tease his prostate...stopping just short of an
ejaculation.  He was leaking pre-cum profusely...but did not want it to end
like this.  Pulling out my finger...and wiping it on a moist wash cloth...I
rolled him over and gave him a couple of good sucks.  He was like melting
butter.  I could have done anything to him... and to him without any
resistance.  His breathing was heavy...and as he raised up on an elbow, he
grabbed me and pulled me onto his chest and kissed me deeply...our tongues
dancing on the tip of the other.  Then he pushed me to the side and crawled
on top of me...and pushed his tongue into my mouth...deep.  On
withdrawal...he tongued my nips which I find almost too sensitive to endure
and moved lower.  He sucked my dick and every once in awhile would bite
down on it...giving me a great feeling of pressure.  I found it very
erotic.

    "You doing ok," he asked?  I assured him that I was just fine.  So he
turned in the bed and now his dick was hanging in my face and as he went
down on my stiff rod, I opened my mouth and swallowed him up.  He sighed
and told me that I tasted like Dial soap.  He did too only with more Brut
added in.  We slow stroked each other until we both had to come up for
breath.

    "Biff...you need to back off or I am going to explode," I warned...but
he did not.  I tried to push him up and away so I could last longer...but
he would not.  His lips moved up and down on my shaft and the intensity of
the feelings was growing rapidly.  With his left hand...he pushed his
finger into the Vaseline still laying on the bed and putting a dab on my
sphincter..pushed in.  He pressed on my prostate and moved up and down on
it as he pushed in and pulled out...I muffled my scream as my orgasm
started and continued with each stroke of his lips on my shaft and every
press on my prostate.  The ejaculation lasted maybe 15 seconds with the
sensations...but the cum continued to shoot as he took it all in his mouth.
Suddenly with a sudden burst of energy...he bolted off the bed and ran into
the bathroom and spit my semen deposit into the stool.  I could hear him
gagging.

    "There is paper cups in the dispenser, Biff...help yourself," I
whispered.

     "Thanks," he said as he gagged again.  He obviously had never had a
mouth full of semen before.

    When he returned to the bed, he sighed deeply...a sigh of
accomplishment and lay quietly beside me.  I suspected that our encounter
was over and started to crawl underneath the sheet...but he grabbed my hand
and said, "not yet bub...we are not done yet."

    "We do not have to go any further tonight unless you want to," I said.

    "Yes we do...I want to give you something to really make you happy," he
had replied back to me..." get up on your hands and knees."

    As I did so, he massaged my balls with his left hand as he tantalized
my sphincter with his right.  Then adding some Vaseline to the tip of his
finger...massaged my prostate again.  It felt wonderful...but then greasing
up his dick...he told me to take a deep breath...and pushed in...slowly
until he was up to his pubic bone.  Moving slowly at first...he pushed in
and then pulled out...upping the speed a little every few jabs until he was
acting like a locomotive...and going in and out.  My prostate was getting
so excited that it felt like it was swelling twice it's size.  Suddenly, I
felt a second orgasm coming on and grabbed another towel and put it
underneath to catch the semen...and I moaned with delight.

    "Hang on Ben...I am going to shoot my load."

    And shoot his load he did... just as I hit my peak and ejaculated again
into the towel.  I could not hush him...and hoped that no one heard his
moans and groans.  They finally subsided and he pulled out...dripping semen
and getting Vaseline on the hand towel.  I went to the bathroom to drain
the cum from my torso and he ran water in the sink to clean up.  When he
was done with himself...he wet the towel again with hot soapy water and
proceeded to clean me up as well.

    It was nearly mid night when we crawled back into bed and cuddled
together under the sheets.  We heard my folks come in and comment that the
boys must have grown tired and gone to bed.  We chuckled a bit and then
lying as close as we could get...went to sleep in each others arms.

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    The cool morning air felt good as the daylight cracked the horizon.
Biff was snuggled as close as he could get.  I turned and ran my fingers
through his tangled hair.  He opened his eyes and smiled.

    "Good Morning," I whispered softly.

    "Good Morning back at ya," he replied.

    "Sleep well," I asked?


    "Yes," he replied again.  "while you were asleep, I played with you off
an on through out the night."

    I smiled, "That explains the erotic dreams I had."

    "I sucked you for a while and you even got hard...but you didn't wake
up."

    "That's probably for the best...because I would have kept you awake the
rest of the night," I laughed.

    "You felt so warm and nice, I just wanted to hang on and not let you
go," he said as he reached over and took a hold of my dick which was
starting to get real hard.

    He grabbed the sheet and threw it back and rolled over to climb between
my legs and proceeded to suck me.  His strokes were real slow and very wet.
I wanted him at the same time.

    "Biff...turn around and let your dick and balls hang in my face"

    He turned...and there they were.  Stiff dick hanging over my face and a
beautiful set of perfect balls with straight black hair around them.  I
pulled his dick into my mouth and he lunged down a couple of times trying
to tickle my tonsils.  He tasted so good.  I put a little increased
pressure with my teeth and he said it felt good to bite down harder.  As I
did so...his hardness increased.  Evidently this was his magic spot.  The
more I chewed on his dick...the more he reacted in a good way.  We
continued with the 69 until he got really close.  I could tell he was going
to cum.  He stopped sucking me to say that if I did not back off...he was
going to give me a mouth full...but I did not back off...just the way he
did me the night before.  It only took a few more stokes and he shot his
load into my mouth...all the time gyrating and whimpering.  He climbed off
my face so I could jump up and spit.  When I returned to the bed...he had
me lie on my back and he slowly teased my genitals with his tongue and
played with my sphincter.  It does not take long under those conditions.
Jacking me with his right hand...I soon erupted with flows of semen pushing
out the head of my dick and running down the side.  He acted amazed at the
amount I ejaculated.

    "He looked at me and said, " And I thought I was a heavy cummer."

    I laughed...and climbed out of the bed.  In the bathroom, I turned on
the shower and as soon as it was warm...both of us climbed in to clean up
and help each other with awkward to reach places.  As we were drying off
and getting ready to dress...dad knocked at the bedroom door and called
that breakfast was ready.

    It was hard to pull away from each other...but it was time to appear at
the breakfast table.  After dressing and a last grope and a kiss...we
descended the stairs to start our day.