Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2003 17:49:09 -0800
From: dude sweet <dudesweet@hotmail.com>
Subject: California Fires and  Boyfriend

The fires were bad and many awful things happened because of them; but this
story is about something good that happened.  At least it was good from my
perspective, because it lead to my first boyfriend!

I don't watch a lot of news, so when the sky was dark orange in the middle
of the day I didn't know why. I had heard kids talking about fires, but
didn't really put it together.  It was eerie and creepy, like a science
fiction far away space planet or something. I soon found out the weirdness
was generated by lots of wild fires all around us.  They say two teenage
boys set a fire and then it went out of control and all over the place.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.

So my dad picked me up after school on Friday.  Since I got my driving
permit recently, he would pick me up, so I could drive home and get
practice.  I was scheduled to go to my moms this weekend, but my dad said he
talked to her and we were going to one of the shelters to help.  See, many
people had their homes burn down and had no place to go.  Others were there
because the fire department made them evacuate because the fires were out of
control and coming at them.

Along the way we stopped at Wal Mart and bought color crayons and coloring
books and tons of little stuffed animals. My dad had been a Red Cross
volunteer to help out in disasters and I went with him to help as hell.  It
was a mad house.

It took us an hour to check in and get organized.  There were tons of people
everywhere, not really knowing what to do or where to go.  A bunch were
watching the fire on the tv.  My dad and me gave our stuff from Wal Mart to
the guy in charge.  He asked me to get the crayons and coloring books and
get some of the kids starting to color.

I had an area and set everything up, but didn't know how to get started.
Then another volunteer, a lady named Erma helped get it all organized.  So
basically I was a baby sitter.  I had never been a baby sitter before and
didn't really know what to do.  So basically I just went around and told
kids that they were doing nice drawings and that it looked real cool.  Many
of them were drawing fire stuff and houses on fire.  I suspected they would
be having nightmares.

"Hey Rick."  I look up.  It's Vickie, one of my friends from High School.

"Hi Vickie.  You volunteering here to help?" I ask.

"Yeah.  No.  Of course, I will help; but we are here becasue we were just
all evacuated.  The fires are near our house."

"Wow, that's scary."

"Yeah, well we got everything that would fit in the car.  That's all we
have.  I hope our house doesn't burn down."  She started to get tears in her
eyes.

Vickie and I were pretty good friends.  We were both in the same creative
writing class last year and in English this year.  She almost knows I'm gay,
I think.  What I mean is, only my best friend, who is a straight guy,
actually knows I'm gay; but I think she either suspects or has figured it
out.  We never talk about it directly. I'm still in the closet.

But her crying starts me to cry (tears are contagious) and I give a hug.
It's funny; I never really hugged a girl before.  It was more of a family,
sister kind of hug.  You know, I don't think she likes boys.  I mean like
for a boyfriend and stuff like that.  Maybe she is gay too.  I don't know.
But in any case, we're pretty good friends.

Anyway after we hug and stop crying she helps me with the little kids and
the coloring.  When a little boy comes to me and asks me to take him to the
bathroom I freak out a little.  I don't know how to take a kid to the
bathroom.  What do you do? Just go with them? Or do you pull their pants
down or what?  Anyway, Vickie can see I'm stuck and she grabs his hand.
"Come on," she says and he follows her.

When she comes back, I explain.  "Thanks.  I didn't know what I'm supposed
to do."

"Well it's obvious you never been a babysitter.  Or had little brothers."
Well that's true.  I do have a half brother, but he's only one year old and
wears diapers, so I never have to help him go to the bathroom or anything.

"So what do you do?"

She laughs.  "Pull open their pants, pull them down and pick up the kid and
sit him on the toilet if they're little.  Wait for them to finish and pull
their pants back up.  That's it."

"Ok.  And they don't care if you see their things, their dicks?"

She laughs.  "They don't even know they have dicks.  Hey, I thought you were
an experienced skinny dipper."

"Yeah, but not with little kids."

"Ok."  She smiles.

We get back to our serious work of coloring.  My dad comes over to check on
us and I introduce him to Vickie and briefly explain her situation.  "They
are here because they have been evacuated."  He asks to meet her parents and
she takes him off, leaving me with the colorers.  It's good that we went to
Wal Mart because the Red Cross had stuff, but it was all broken little
crayons.  No kid likes that.  They were all using our new pretty ones.

Vickie comes back without my dad.  "Hey roommate."

"What?"

"I said `Hey roommate.'"

"Yeah I heard, I just didn't understand."

"We're living with you.  Tonight.  Your dad invited all of my family to stay
with you."

Roommates? A girl?  No way!  I like her and everything, but no way am I
going to share my room with her.

She starts to tickle my sides.  Well, we didn't really have that kind of
touching relationship.  "STOP."  She stops.  "Why did you do that?" I ask
angrily.

She smiles big.  "Because you'll like it."  She starts to tickle me again.

"Stop.  I'm not into that kind of stuff."  Oops.  Did I just admit I didn't
like girls?

"I know."  She knows what? "I also know you will like it."  Like what?  What
is she talking about?

She acts all mysterious and won't discuss it further.  As we help the little
kids color and go the bathroom and drink apple juice I think about what she
had done and said.  I couldn't figure it out.

Then we were get ready to go home, I understand.  Her brother!  For the last
two years when she complained about her little brothers, I always pictured
guys like we were helping to color.  But one of her brothers is pretty.  I
don't mean cute.  I don't mean handsome.  He is pretty.

She nudges me.  "Jerome, this is my friend Rick."  Jerome.  His name is
Jerome.

He holds out his hand.  "Hi Rick, nice to meet you."

She nudges me again, almost bring me out of my entranced stupor. Almost.
"Uh, hi."  Duh.  What happened to my vocabulary?  What happened to my
throat?  It's all dry.  My hands are all clammy. I reach out my suddenly
sweaty hand.  When we shake, electricity goes from his hand, though my hand
and my entire body.

She also has another brother Sammy, who looks like he is eight or something.
I can't tell you how old Jerome is, because his beauty overwhelms my
senses.  I later learn his is a sophomore.  A sophomore?  He's only one
grade lower than me?  Shit, That's why Vickie was acting funny.

Ok, the pieces are falling into place. She knows I like guys; she knows I'm
gay and in the closet.  She knew I would like her brother.  That's what she
was teasing me about. Roommates?  We are going to be roommates?  Me, Jerome
and what's his brothers name? I think I might die; but it will be a happy
death.  No need to mourn.

As they are getting in their car to follow us, Vickie says, "Why don't you
go with them, so we will have more room?"  She was talking to Jerome.  To go
with us.  I was going to be with him in our car.  Vickie smiled at me; I
pretended not to notice.

I sat in the back with Jerome so we could talk.  His voice has changed, but
he talks real softly.  On the car ride home, I fell in love with Jerome.

"I'm going to the store.  Put the boys in your room, Vickie in the rollaway
in my office.  Put Ralph and Jane in my room.  I'll sleep on the couch."
Then he drove away.  I showed everybody where everything was. I invited them
swimming, but their mom said no for tonight.  Yes for tomorrow.

Well Sammy sits on the bed as I get the sleeping bags and extra blankets.
"You can't sleep on the bed," Jerome tells Sammy.

"Yes I can," Sammy declares, rising on the bed to his knees as if he's
getting ready for a royal rumble.

"No you can't."  Jerome grabs Sammy, picks him up easily and puts him on the
floor.

"You just want the bed for yourself."

Trying to be a peace maker I suggest, "Why don't you both share the bed.
It's big enough."  What I really wanted to do was find a way that I could
sleep with Jerome, but I couldn't figure out a way to make that happen.

"Yeah!" yells Sammy, hoping back up on the bed.

"No," insists Jerome. "This is not our bed you can't sleep in it.  You have
to sleep on the floor."

"That's not fair," pouts Sammy.

"Well maybe if you learned not to wet the bed," challenges Jerome.

Retaliating, Sammy says, "Well you play with yourself all the time."

Ok, first of all, this argument was getting serious.  Second, even though I
knew that Jerome jacked, of course he jacks, he's 15, it was cool to hear it
said out loud.

Jerome looks at me, embarrassed.  I decide to help out.  "Duh, everybody
plays with themselves. But not everybody wets the bed.  Ok, I stood up for
Jerome. Plus I admitted to jacking off too.  Well, sort of admitted it.

After getting the sleeping arrangements sorted out, we went into the living
room.  My dad was back with groceries and Ruth and him started dinner.  We
joined Vickie and her dad Ralph in the living room. They were watching TV.
Fire stuff.  We sat and watched.  It was scary, but also fascinating.  They
were showing all the different fires, all over the place.  How two fires
were going to merge into one big fire.  But what was really mesmerizing was
watching the pictures.  I'm not a pyro or anything like that; but the flames
hypnotized me.  And the others too, as no one spoke at all.

I was sitting next to Jerome, the most beautiful boy in the world; who was
going to sleep in my house, in my bed, and all I was concentrating on was
the TV.  What kind of horny gay boy am I anyway? Even after dinner when we
were getting undressed and into our boxers, I was still watching the fires
in my mind. But as Jerome hurried under the covers of my bed and I thought I
saw his boxers tenting out a little, my hormone charged, adolescent mind
came back.  Yum.  I quickly got under my sheet on top of my sleeping bag
before my boxer started showing.  As we laid there, I figure Sammy was the
only one without a boner.  I could almost sense Jerome's hard on, five feet
away from me.  My dick was hard and ready.  It finally got to the point
where I went quietly to the bathroom to jack off. After sperming and
cleaning, still with an unsatisfied boner, I went back to my spot on the
floor. I heard Jerome tossing and turning all night.  Was it because he had
a boner too? Or was it that his house might be burning down? Every time he
moved, I tensed to listen in case he was going to jack.  He never did.  I
got no sleep.   Sammy slept like a rock.

Jerome pulled his shorts on under his covers; to hide his morning wood I
suppose.  I watched him as he went out of the room, enjoying the view of his
shirtless upper body.  When he came back in the room, he plopped on the bed
and looked at me. He LOOKED at me.  Like maybe he liked what he saw.  At
least that's what I hoped.

"So how come I never see you at school?" I ask.  Even if we didn't have any
classes together, I'm in 11th, he's in 10th, I figured I would have noticed
him around.

"I don't go to the same school as you and my sister."  He named the private
high school he went to.

"How come?" I ask.

Long silence.  Hmmmmm, sensitive question I guess.  "It just wasn't the best
place for me."  Ok.  Why?  That was the question.

I decided to make the first move.  I got up, pulled on my shorts and let him
see a glimpse of my morning wood tent.  I was looking to see if he looked.
He did!  Or at least I thought he did. Maybe I was only seeing what I wanted
to see.

When I came back in the room, Sammy was standing there naked, with his hands
over his dick.  "Can I take a shower?"

"Sure," I say, leading him to the bathroom.  I turn it on for him and watch
him hop into it.  But I wasn't looking or even thinking about him.  I was of
course thinking about Jerome. I hurried back into the room. He was still
laying there, wearing only his shorts.  I stood there, looking at his
beauty.  He didn't mind.  In fact, I'm pretty sure he was looking at me. Or
was I imagining what I wanted?

His mom knocks on the door, even though it's open.  "Come in," I say
unnecessarily.

She picks up Sammy's wet stuff and asks us how we slept and stuff like that.
  After she leaves and Sammy comes back in the room and dresses, we pull on
shirts as well.  After breakfast we all huddle and watch TV for any news
about the fire; about their house.  The fire was getting bigger.  The wind
was blowing little pieces of fire to start new fires.  The firemen were
having a hard time keeping up.  Hundreds of houses were burning down while
the firemen just watched.  It was weird.  But they said that they were
trying to contain the fire; that it was too big to just put out.  I don't
know how long we watched; but I'm sure it was several hours.  Finally
Jeromes' mom organizes a shopping trip for cloths.

Vickie and her go to get clothes for them as well as her brothers.  Jerome
didn't want to go; and so of course Sammy stayed behind as well.  We went
back to being transfixed to the fires on the TV.  I think we eat lunch while
watching TV.  After they interview a lady who was crying about her house
burning down, Sammy started bawling.  Jerome also got tears and so did I.

Then my dad turns off the TV.  "Enough TV for now.  You guys go out and
swim."

As we slowly get up, Jerome's dad says, "Rick and his dad usually goes
skinny dipping.  You guys can go naked if you want.  Or wear underwear;
whatever you want."  Well I guess he had been talking to my dad.

"Naked?  We can go swimming naked?" Sammy enthusiastically asks.

Jerome isn't so enthusiastic I can tell, from his squirming and the look on
his face.

"I've got an extra bathing suit if you want," I offer.

He smiles.  Darn.  He wants my bathing suit.  We all go to my room.  Jerome
and I undressing slowly.  Sammy is butt naked and we both still have
everything on except our shoes and socks.

"What's taking you so long?  We're all boys; just change.  Come on."  Well I
know what's taking me so long.  I have a boner.  Maybe, just maybe, Jerome
does too. I turn away to pull down my shorts and get my shorts ready to pull
on as fast as possible.  I don't have eyes in the back of my head so I can't
see what Jerome is doing.

Sammy shouts, "Jerome has a boner, Jerome has a boner."  I want to turn to
look at Jerome's boner; but before I can, Sammy sneaks a peek at me.  "Rick
has a boner, Rick has a boner."  We manage to get dressed without killing
him.  We go out to swim.

Jerome is the one I want to see naked, but Sammy is the one dancing around.

After swimming for a long time, Vickie and her mom come back from shopping.
Sammy pops out of the pool and gives his mom a naked hug.  "I'm skinny
dipping."

"Yes, I can see that," his mom says. Vickie looks and sees that both me and
Jerome are in shorts.  We dry off and go in.  She makes Sammy put on some
shorts so he's not running around the house naked.

Later in the day Vickie says to me privately, "You don't skinny dip
anymore?"  See, she knows I usually do; not that she's ever seen me or
anything.

"I still do.  But Jerome looked like he didn't want to, so I didn't either."

"Rick, trust me, Jerome would like to.  He's just a little shy." Really?  He
would LIKE to?  How does she know that?  What does she mean by that? Well
maybe she doesn't realize he had a boner. Hehehe, so did I.  She said that
he would like to.  Is he gay?  I mean that's the real question that I need
to know the answer to.  And it's not the sort of question you can just ask
someone. But I do trust Vickie.  And if her brother is gay, she would
probably know.  I mean she even sort of knows that I'm gay.

Since I can't ask him, I decide to ask her.  "Is he gay?" I whisper.

"You need to ask him that; not me," she answers.

"Why?" I plead for help.

"Well, if you were gay, would you want me to tell the world?"

Uh, no.   I guess not; I mean, I know not. Oh, I understand. We have to work
this out ourselves.

After dinner we were all staring at the fires on TV.  It's hard to believe,
but they we getting worse and spreading.  There was still no word on their
house. Again, after we had all gotten lost in what was going on, one of the
adults turned it off and said we were going to all play monopoly.  So we
did.

Every time Jerome's hand brushed against mine when we were exchanging money,
it shot a bolt of^Å..something through my body. After Sammy was out of the
game he asked if he could go skinny dipping again.  His mom said only if
someone else goes outside with him.  After much begging he talked Vickie
into going out to watch him. She was losing anyway.

After the game, I asked Jerome if he wanted to swim before bed.  He did.
Sammy was already inside, so when we were in my room getting ready to change
I asked him the BIG question.  "You want to skinny dip?  I almost always do;
it's a lot more fun. I think you will like it."

"Yeah, probably.  It just might be embarrassing. You know."

"Well if it's a boner you might be embarrassed about, don't worry about it.
I always get one when I'm naked."

"Yeah, I heard Sammy teasing you when we were changing," he says.

"Well, he said you have one too."

"Yeah."

"So it's ok then.  Skinny dipping?"

He pauses long enough to make me think he might say no.  "Why not."

Even though we are going to be naked outside together, we turn away, pull
down our shorts, and put around our towels. I race ahead, throw off my towel
and dive in.  By the time I surface, he is already in the pool, so I didn't
get to see IT.  I don't know about him, but I sure have a boner.  But we
just swim around and stuff.  His mom comes out and turns on the light.  He
freaks out.  "Turn off the light.  We're naked!"  She turns it off before I
get to see anything.  I am soooooo horney about HIS.  I wonder was he
freaked out about him mom seeing him naked? Or me seeing him naked?

"A few more minutes, then come in.  It's time for bed."  Well school is
cancelled, so I don't know why we can't just stay up all night.

"Ok, mom."

All I see when he gets out is his butt.  His beautiful butt.  He is turned
away when I get out, so he doesn't see my dick either. We pull on our boxers
under our towels, so once again I don't get to see anything.  It's so
frustrating.

As I lay on the floor, my dick striving to bust out of boxers, I realize
something.  What if he is frustrated too?  What if he is gay and has been
trying to see my dick?  What if he is having the same thoughts as me? What
if his boner is busting out of his boxers as mine is?  Well thinking about
his boner sends me to the point of no return.  I quickly hop up and go to
the bathroom for a less than a minute jack session.

As I come back in the room, he quickly adjusts whatever he was doing.  Was
he jacking off? I think so!  Can I be cool about it? I hope so!

"It's cool with me if you want to finish."

Silence.

"If you were doing in here the same thing as I was doing in the bathroom, it
won't bother me if you finish."

Silence.

"Or you can go in the bathroom too, if you want.  It's safe there."

He speaks!  "Well what were you doing?"

"The same thing I do every night.  Except I usually do it in my bed.  Where
you are."

With this, he quickly runs past me out of the room.  So fast, I didn't
really get a look at his boner tent.  He comes back in less than two
minutes!

"That was quick."

"Well so were you."

"Yeah, well you know."

"Yeah."

Ok.  We talked about jacking off.  Sort of.  Now what?

Nothing.  Eventually I fall asleep.

Both Sammy and Jerome were already out of the room when I woke up. I put on
shorts, went to the bathroom and joined everybody at breakfast. There was
still no school, so we were going bowling and to the mall and to a movie
today. We saw Good Boy which was about dogs who can talk cause they're
really aliens.  It was a kid movie, but pretty good. Sammy loved it.

We spent the entire day out and doing stuff.  When we got home, they decided
just to order pizza for us because nobody wanted to cook or anything. We all
went swimming, even the adults.  Sammy wore underwear. I didn't show mine or
see Jerome's when we changed.

We played keep away and volley ball and I got to jump on Jerome a few times.
  It was fun being on him and skin touching skin. Everybody was getting
tired and so they all went in except for me, Jerome and Sammy. It was dark
by this point.

Sammy turns to me and says, "Can we go naked again.  Skinny dipping?"

"Yeah, sure," I reply.

"Are you guys going to?" I look to Jerome.  No answer.  "Are you guys
chicken or what?"

Jerome says, "We're not chicken.  We went swimming naked yesterday night."

"So why not now?" Sammy asks again.

"It's cool with me," I tell Jerome.

"If I had dicks as big as your guys, I would be naked showing them off all
the time," teases Sammy. Jerome dunks him.  While under water, Sammy tries
to pull off Jerome's shorts.  Jerome retaliates by pulling off Sammy's
boxers and throwing them to me.

"I don't want these smelly things near me," I tease, throwing them out of
the pool. Sammy, now naked, keeps trying to pull off Jerome's shorts.  I
decide since we went naked yesterday, he would be cool about it, so I pulled
off mine and threw them to the side of the pool. Sammy saw and said to
Jerome, "Chicken boy, chicken boy."  Jerome dunked him again.

Jerome pulled off his own shorts and put them next to mine.  When Sammy
comes up for air he says, "Now we are all naked.  Now we are all skinny
dipping." Yeah now we are.  Now what?  Will I finally get to see Jerome's?
Jerome tells Sammy to turn off the pool light.

"Why.  You chicken?" Sammy taunts.

"No.  Just do it."

"You want the light off, you do it."  While they are arguing, I get brave.

I quickly jump out, run to flip the switch and jump back in.  I know he was
looking.  I know it saw it.  It was a semi, at least. Jerome smiles. He
liked it? Or just being nice? Shit, this is so complicated. We play catch
and swim around. Once when Jerome gets into the Jacuzzi I almost see his
dick; but I don't.  I wasn't ready.  Shit.  I want to see it, but I don't
want to be obvious and stare or anything.

When he gets out all I see is his butt again.  Makes me so horny to want to
see all of him. He got to see mine; it's only fair.

Later, in bed, after Sammy is asleep, I ask the question.  The big question.
"Jerome, is it ok if I just do it here.  Instead of going into the
bathroom."

"Yeah." Good!

"What about you?"

"Oh, it won't bother me."  Shit did he misunderstand, or his he teasing me?

"I mean, are you going to do it?"  I don't know why I can't mention jacking
off.  I don't know why neither one of us can even say it.

It's quiet.  He's thinking about it. I'm about to die. I hear the covers
rustle; his covers.  He's doing it!  He's jacking off.  I waste no time in
doing mine.  I can't see him.  It's dark, plus he's way up on the bed. I
wonder if he can see me, even a little?  It once again takes only a few
minutes till I hear him come.  I shoot mine also.  I don't know what he
cleans up with.  I use a sock as usual. Well I didn't get to see him jack.
In fact, I still haven't even seen his dick.  But at least I got to hear him
jack.

Finally, I fall asleep happy.

Until Sammy starts to scream and cry.  He had a nightmare. He is crying
about it.  Jerome hops out of his bed and sits on the floor next to Sammy.
Now all three of us are on the floor, Jerome trying to comfort Sammy. Their
mom comes in.  I scoot over, making room for her. She hugs and holds Sammy.
Jerome puts his hands down Sammy's sleeping bag.

"He's wet," he announces. She escorts him out of the room. He had a bad
dream about the fires.  That our house was on fire and we were all burning.
Kind of freaked me out.

She comes back in the room, with naked Sammy in tow.  She speaks to me. "Do
you mind sharing the bed with Jerome?  So Sammy can have your sleeping bag?"
Am I awake?  Am I dreaming? She wants me to share my bed with Jerome? Yes, I
must be dreaming.

I look to him.  He says, "Yeah sure." I quickly hop into bed and pull up the
covers before anyone can see my growing boner. While she is getting some
clean boxers on Sammy and tucking him into my sleeping bag, Jerome climbs
over me to get in bed.  He has a semi at least; maybe even a boner.  He sees
me notice it.  He hops under the covers and just smiles.

We lay there, side by side, silent, as she lays with Sammy and talks to him.
  He finally falls asleep and she drags out the wet sleeping bag, says
goodnight and shuts the door.

"You ever shared a bed before?" he asks.

"Yeah.  You?"

"Yeah."  Ok cool.  "Uh, I roll around in my sleep."  Ok. "I just don't want
you to freak out if you wake up and I'm on top of you or something."  Freak
out?  I would love it.

"No problem.  It won't freak me out or anything.  Don't worry about it.  I
roll around too.  You ok with that?"

"Yeah, of course."  I can't wait to fall asleep; but sleep is slow in
coming.  Maybe because my dick is 3 inches harder than usual.  Not really,
it just feels that way.

I awaken slowly and comfortable.  As I barely become conscience, I realize
that I am snuggled up tight against Jerome, my morning boner poking him in
the butt, my arm around his chest.  I lay there, not wanting to wake up all
the way; just wanting to enjoy this feeling.

As I become fully awake, I decide to slowly pull away and lay on my own
side.  As soon as I do, he rolls over and faces me.  "Hey."

"Hi.  Sorry about that" I say.

"About what?" he asks.

"Snuggling with you.  I swear I was asleep."

"I know you were asleep.  But it didn't bother me.  Even if you were awake
it would have been ok."  What?  Is this it?  The moment of truth?  "I like
snuggling."

Ok, he went first.  It's ok for me to go now.  "Me too."  That's it?  That's
all the courage I have?  What a wimp!

We lay there, on the verge of giggling, or coming out to each other, or^Å.I'm
not sure, when my dad knocks on the door.

"Come in," I announce.

He opens the door and sticks his head in; making no notice or mention of the
fact that Jerome and I are in the same bed. "If you guys still want to go to
Disneyland today, it's time to get moving."

Disneyland is a blast, with me sitting next to or near Jerome on almost
every ride.  And on the Log Ride, I have my legs around him, my boner
touching his butt.  He can't tell because I have on jeans, but it sure was
fun for me.

We get home pretty late, so we are all going straight to bed.  It's the
first day we haven't spent time glued to the TV and all the bad things that
are happening around us. As we are getting undressed Jerome pops the big
question.  "If you want, you can have your bed.  I mean it's your bed and
everything."

"Or we can share," I add.  He smiles.

"I want to share too," exclaims Sammy.

"You can't.  You know why," his brother tells him.

"Well can I just stay with you guys for a little?"

Jerome looks to me.  I nod.  He hops up with us.  It's too crowed, but it's
fun being next to Jerome.  After a few minutes, Jerome makes Sammy get off
and down on the floor on his sleeping bag.

As we adjust with Sammy gone, Jerome puts his arm across my chest.  I turn
to him and smile.  I put my arm over his arm, and hold him. After a little,
I put my other arm around him, bringing him closer.  He puts his head on my
chest.  We lay like this for a long time without speaking; just enjoying
each others touch. I love them smell of his hair.

As he snuggles closer, I can feel his boner poking my leg.  "You got a
boner."  He doesn't say anything.  "So do I."  He doesn't say anything. I
slowly push his arm down my chest in the direction of my boner.  He doesn't
stop me. I lift up his hand and place it on my boxers, on my boner.  He
squeezes it gently and leaves his hand there.  I adjust my hand to feel his
boner.  I squeeze it gently too.

He kisses my chest, slowly kissing me down to my belly button.  His dick is
out of reach, so I just lay there enjoying whatever he wants to do to me. He
kisses my boner through my boxers.  I pull my boxers down, to give him
access.  He starts my kissing my boner and balls, and suddenly, puts his
entire mouth around my dick.  He sucks me.  It doesn't take long, until I
come. I lay there out of breath after my first really gay experience.  He
starts kissing my pubes, my belly my chest and works his way slowly up to my
mouth.  We kiss.  My first kiss.

I start to thank him, to offer to suck him or jack him or whatever he wants.
He shushes me, and we lay there, entwined, until we both fall asleep.

So the scary California fires, lead me to my first boyfriend.  If you want
to help the people who were made homeless by the fires, please donate money
to your local Red Cross.