Date: Sun, 5 May 2013 06:50:44 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 18

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Remember to be safe.

In this chapter, Noah learns that sex is not a solution to life's
problems when empty sex ends up leaving him feeling empty. On the
other hand, Hunter has an incredible sexual experience that has him
feeling better about who and what he is.


CHAPTER 18
RELATIONSHIPS

<Eighth Grade, October to December>

By the first week of October, the routine of school had settled in at
both Mayfield High School and Mayfield Middle School. But as much
as school had become routine, the relationships between various
boys were not. The boys were at a volatile age, and that volatility
showed itself in many forms. While most of the relationships dealt
with just boys, some had to do with girls as well.

<Saturday, October 11, Noah's house>

[NOAH]

It's been almost two months since Bobby's accident. I miss him. I
miss him terribly. I get sad thinking of him sometimes, but my parents
have been great in helping me get better, and even Doctor No-Spine
has her moments. My brothers and my sister have been great, too.
But my friends have been the best. I am so lucky to have the friends I
have. They had my back from the start and have done their best to
treat me normally instead of like somebody who might break. I can't
believe how much being treated like a regular kid helps me feel like a
regular kid.

Bobby and I did sex a lot, and I miss that. I want to do something
again, even if it's just sitting around jerking off with somebody. Except
for what happened when Eric's friends were visiting, I haven't done
anything but jerk off.  The problem with jerking off is sometimes I
think of Bobby when I'm doing it, and sometimes when I think of
Bobby my private demon tells me if I wasn't so stupid Bobby would
be sitting next to me. I hate it when that happens. I know it isn't true,
but it keeps sitting in my head anyway, and that's what keeps making
me feel like crap. And then my penis goes soft and that takes care of
jerking off for awhile.

I want sex with somebody, and I don't mean Shane or Nicky, my
brothers. I mean with one of my friends. But when I think of doing
something I have to wonder if that makes me a slut. In another week
it will be three months. Is there some kind of time limit for when you
can have sex after your boyfriend dies? I mean it's not like we were
partners who lived together for fifty years. We were both twelve years
old the day he died. So, when do I start living again? I need to talk
about it with somebody. My parents are the best, but I don't think they
know the answer. Dr. No-Spine would just tell me to think sexy
thoughts about a tree. Yeah, well, we know what else stands straight
up like a tree, and that doesn't take my mind off of sexy things.

I was sure the problem was me being horny, hornier than I have been
in almost two months. When I was with Eric and his friends I did sexy
things, but I wasn't really horny. What I have right now is hormones-
flowing-through-my veins horny. This is being twelve years old and
starting to approach puberty horny. This means being so horny I can
hardly think. This is so horny that whacking my little, not yet four inch,
sexual organ hardly seems like enough. I need to cum with
somebody holding me tight while I do it, somebody who isn't my
brother.

I finally decided there was only one person I could call; only one
person who would not judge me and think I was some horn dog slut,
and that was Eric. After all, we'd had sex twice while Bobby and I
were boyfriends. But more importantly, we were best friends. The two
of us always seemed to be on the same page. We liked the same
things, we were smart and good students, we were both dedicated to
making the Go to State Team a success, and we were both
pubescent gay boys. If anybody was going to understand me it would
be Eric, so I picked up the phone and called him to see if he could
come over. His answer was an enthusiastic "yes!"

After he arrived at my house we spent time at my computer, most of it
playing with my train simulator program. It is fun to operate trains
using the simulator, but not nearly as much fun as being at the
controls of a real locomotive. We finished up by seeing how fast we
could run the Amtrak Acela from Philadelphia to Baltimore without
derailing it. I got it up to the top speed at 201 miles per hour, but Eric
had the best average speed.

Even while playing games, Eric being at my house made me even
more horny. The hornier I got the more guilt I felt from being so horny
with another boy. But it was a boy I loved as a friend and have had
sex with. My mind was still going into some pretty weird places.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and after beating his Mariners
with my Orioles when we played Diamond Mind baseball, I had to say
what was on my own mind.

I went over to my bed, sitting on it with my back to the headboard and
my legs stretched out in front of me. "Sit next to me, I gotta talk."

Eric shrugged. He came over and sat next to me. "Everybody seems
to like talking to me about stuff."

"It's because you're a good listener, you're smart and have good
ideas, and you won't blab anything to anybody. Who else talked to
you?"

"I can't say."

"See? I rest my case."

Eric smiled at me. It was obvious he was waiting for me to talk. But
first I had to look at his smile. I've always thought it was one of the
best around, but he's so serious he doesn't use it as much as he
should.

"Do you think I'm weird?" I know that sounds like a dumb question,
but I had to ask it. This whole business of being horny was bugging
me.

"Of course you're not weird. Why are you asking me that?"

"Sometimes I think I'm weird." Eric was sitting so close to me I could
feel his leg and shoulder touching mine, which wasn't helping me
any.

"Get over it, we all think that sometimes. It's called puberty from what
I've been told."

"I know about puberty, I read and listen to the same stuff you do. But,
well, I'm all horny. I mean really horny. I miss having sex. I don't
mean sex like we did at your house with the Tacoma guys, I mean
sex, in bed, with a friend. I wonder if I'm like some kind of sex addict
or something. I should be thinking about Bobby, not about sex."

"That's not being weird," Eric told me. "That's just being normal. Why
don't you have sex with Shane or Nicky? You've done stuff with them
a lot, and they're your brothers, so they live here."

"Having sex with them is kind of like glorified masturbation."

"Only you could turn sex with your brothers into some form of jerking
off."

"Well, it's true. I want sex with somebody like you."

"Me? Why me?"

"Two reasons. First, you and me have had sex before. Second, you
are my best friend and I love you."

I could see Eric thinking about it. You can always tell when Eric is
doing deep thinking because he kind of rubs his upper lip with his
lower teeth. I love watching him do it.

"Sorry, Noah, you'll just have to stay horny for awhile."

Even though I half expected that answer from him, I was still really
disappointed. It was okay for me to hope he'd say yes, right? But I
had to hear from him exactly why he was saying no, even though I
had a pretty good idea, so of course I asked him why.

"It's too soon."

"It's always going to be too soon for somebody. I could be fifty years
old and somebody will say `it's too soon' and I'll die prematurely from
terminal horniness. Who is the expert on when it's not too soon?"

"I'm no expert on it. I just know it's too soon right now because
thinking of having sex with you doesn't make me feel comfortable. I
mean the idea of you and me taking our clothes off right now and
romping around on your bed...well, it doesn't turn me on."

"So, I don't turn you on?" I knew that was a stupid and petty question,
but I was getting a little peeved at not getting my way, which is not
how I usually am. Maybe I wasn't as healed as I thought I was.

"Noah, you've turned me on ever since I realized I really liked boys
and was gay, probably even before that. I mean you officially turned
me on...I mean, well, hell, I'm not saying this right."

Actually he was saying it right. I could tell just from how he was
fumbling around how much he liked me, so I gave him a quick kiss on
the cheek to make him feel better. But I still needed to prod him
some. I mean right then at that moment I really wanted him, and the
hard steel rod in my pants was not letting me forget that.

"So, how will I know when you want to have sex with me again?"

"I have no clue, because I don't know when I will want to. It just
doesn't seem right to do it now."

I didn't tell him that it seemed right to me, because that wouldn't be
the right thing to do. We both sat on the bed quietly. Small as my dick
was, it was putting a definite bulge in my sweats, and I wasn't making
any effort to hide it. I knew that Eric knew that it was there.

"I have an idea how we can tell," Eric said. I liked how he used the
word "we" instead of "I".

"How."

"We start dating each other. Do stuff together, go out together. You
know, do things like we did today. I mean people will think we're best
friends doing stuff, because they know that we're best friends. For us
it will be like going out on dates. And if we go out together and keep
doing stuff together a lot and just plain hang out together, then one
day doing sex will just seem right for both of us. At least that's how I
see it."

I liked his idea. It was such a good one I wish I'd thought of it first. We
could have lots of "dates" at each other's houses, but I think we both
wanted some real dates, too. Of course, in a small town there weren't
too many places we could go on a date, but I quickly came up with a
thought for a first date. "On Thursday we have the middle school's
one night football game""

Our undefeated football team was playing Kentburg's undefeated
football team. "We could go out for burgers or pizza before the game
and then go to the game together," I said. "I mean we can still date
and hang with our friends at the same time right?" There is no way
we'd go to a game and not sit with our teammates and buddies.

"Of course...but when we eat it will be just the two of us."

"I vote for burgers on this date."

"I will make it unanimous...Bob's Burger Barn it is."

And that is how we set up our first date. Dating Eric made me feel
happy, but it didn't make me feel less horny. As Eric left I had to ask
him one thing.

"I still feel like I need sex with somebody," I told him.

"I still think you're crazy." He smiled when he said that, but I knew
what he meant; what I really needed to do was go up in my room and
jerk off. These hormones are starting to rage in my twelve year old
body at exactly the wrong time.

"If I find somebody to do it once with me, would you be mad?"

"No. I mean it's not like we're boyfriends or anything."

"And if we were boyfriends, then what would you think?"

"I'd think I'd give you everything you wanted."

I gave Eric a big hug and watched him grab his bike and leave.
Seeing him wear his helmet gave me a good feeling. I went into the
house and made a phone call. I was pretty sure the answer to my
question would be no, but since there was a chance it would be yes, I
made the call.

<Friday, October 17, Rich's house>

Marty and Rich sat in Rich's room, clad only in t-shirts and boxers.
They'd been at the high school football game against Meadow Park,
which Mayfield had lost 21-20. It was their first loss of the season.

"It wasn't a good week for Mayfield football, that's for sure," Marty
said.

"Not at all. Everybody lost," Rich said.

Along with the Mayfield varsity loss, Rich and Marty had played in the
JV game that afternoon, which was a 24-13 loss to Meadow Park at
Meadow Park. And the night before they'd gone to the middle school
game and watched Kentburg give the Titans their first loss, 20-18.

They talked football a while longer. They'd already said good-night to
Rich's parents, who were getting used to Marty spending most of his
weekends in Rich's bed. They were happy to see Rich and Marty
back on good terms and figured Rich's queen size bed was big
enough for the two of them to sleep comfortably, not realizing that
they slept cuddled so close that a twin bed would have worked just as
well. Of course a twin wouldn't have been big enough for the nights
Rich's eleven year old brother Mikey snuck into the bed and slept
with the two teens.

"I still need to figure out what to do about Noah," Marty said. Noah
had been talking to Marty about having sex with him on Saturday,
which was the next day. Noah reminded Marty that he had promised
to do so when Noah felt he was ready.

"I'm ready now," Noah had said.

"Do you think he's ready or just horny?" Rich asked.

"I don't know. I know he's been a little weird since Bobby's accident."

"Wouldn't you be weird, too?"

Marty thought about that for a moment. "If something like that
happened to me, I'd be worse than weird. I'm scared I'd go out and
get drunk." Which is exactly what Noah would have done if Marty
hadn't stepped in to help his friend, Marty thought ruefully.

"I thought you were done with drinking," Rich said. Rich didn't really
understand what addiction and alcoholism were about; he was just
happy Marty was sober every day.

"I'm done with it for today," Marty said earnestly. "Tomorrow I have to
start over, and every day I have to work to get stronger. It's just some
days I'm stronger than others."

"That means you might go drink tomorrow?"

"I just know I won't drink today. But, we've been through this before.
What I need to know now is what I should do about Noah tomorrow."

Rich grinned and said, "You know you want to fuck him. You're a
sexaholic, too, if there is such a word."

"Won't you be jealous about it?"

"You're my friend, not my husband." Rich blushed when he said that.
"I mean, it's not like we're boyfriends or anything," Rich said in a futile
attempt to explain what he was saying.

Marty was disappointed by that comment, although he'd heard it a lot.
After Rich and Trish broke up, when Trish confessed to being a
lesbian, Marty had kept hoping Rich would quit bouncing back and
forth about admitting he was gay and consent to his requests to be
his boyfriend. For Marty, being gay was not all it was hyped up to be.
In a lot of ways he'd been lonelier than ever since coming to terms
with his sexuality.

"Well, he is kind of cute and I guess I could do it. You know, to make
him happy and everything."

"Not that you won't get anything out of it," Rich said. Marty grinned—
he knew exactly what he was going to get out of it. "Maybe I should
suck you off so that you don't cum too fast tomorrow."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Marty said. "Let me text him to let him
know I'll be at his house around one."

Rich and Marty stripped naked and took care of their current
horniness on Rich's bed with a rollicking sixty-nine. They were certain
Mikey wasn't going to bother them since they had told him this was
one of the nights they wanted be alone. Also, his friend, Drew, was
spending the night. They had done some four way stuff with Mikey
and Drew, but Mikey knew that if he left his brother alone when he
was asked to do so, he would get rewarded for it in some way later.

After cumming in each other's mouths, they took care of peeing and
tooth brushing and face cleaning as they battled the fight against zits.
The two then cuddled up naked in Rich's bed.

"Are we ever going to be boyfriends?" Marty asked. Even if Rich said
yes right then, Marty knew he would probably change his mind the
next day like he had done more than once.

"You're my best friend in the world," Rich said. "That's all I want for
now." Rich knew that wasn't true. He thought he was in love with
Marty. But for all of Marty's progress, Rich was still afraid Marty would
get drunk again. Rich was operating on fear; the fear that he would
be hurt yet again and the fear of his own sexuality.

<Saturday, October 18. Noah's house>

[MARTY]

Me and Noah were both nervous. It's not like we were a couple of
virgins scared of having sex. But we'd never had sex between us and
I think we both weren't really sure why were going to have it today.
Yeah, I did tell Noah I'd have sex with him when he thought he was
ready, and yeah, he did think he was ready. But, in the end, I think we
were two guys who weren't meant to have sex with each other.

I know that sounds weird, because we liked each other, we were
friends and teammates, and we were both gay. But we were a grade
apart, and he was twelve and I was fourteen. Not that I didn't have
sex with younger guys. Look at the stuff I've done with Jeffrey and
with Mikey, but with Noah it didn't feel the same. There was
something more intense and emotional about this.

We were both wearing just our underpants. He had dark gray briefs
on and I could see they were tented out with his boner. I had on light
blue boxers and boy was I hard.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked one more time. I think
Noah thought sex was going to make him feel better, like I thought
alcohol would make me feel better. Me and Noah were alike in that
way. I mean look how he wanted to get fucked up on pot and booze
and shit after Bobby died. But I was able to stop him from being
stupid. I don't think I could've stopped him except that I knew what he
was thinking. I've been there and done that—a lot! But sex was
different, I guess. I mean I thought he was really cute, but I didn't
have this big crush on him like I did on Eric, or felt like I was in love
with him, like I felt with Rich.

"I need to do it," Noah said.

Thinking of Eric made me ask him why he didn't just do it with Eric
since they were such good friends.

"Eric thinks we should start dating and doing stuff together before we
think about sex."

"So you two going to the football game together was kind of like a
date?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"And you picked me because Eric won't do it with you?"

"You promised you would do me when I thought I was ready."

I was wishing I hadn't made that promise, but I didn't say so. "I did
promise that, but are you sure you're ready?"

"Everybody thinks I'm not, but I know I am," Noah told me.

We got naked and looked at each other's boners. He still didn't have
any pubes and mine were growing in pretty thick, but my balls were
smooth. My cock was at least two inches longer than his and was
much thicker. My balls hung down while his were still tight.

We got on his bed and kissed. It was a nice kiss, but it wasn't really
passionate, like we were totally full of love and were totally horny. I
mean I've had sex like this before with guys, where you have sex just
to be having sex, but for whatever reason, with Noah having that kind
of sex didn't seem right. That was the way Noah was, you always
wanted things to be right with him and you never wanted to hurt him.
He was as nice as he was smart and that's saying a lot.

We made out, kissing, and rubbing each other's bodies and asses,
our dicks touching at times. I licked his boner, which was a really nice
little thing, and he licked and sucked on mine. He got some lube and
before I knew it I was inside his ass for the first and only time. I
fucked him, but it almost wasn't like fucking. It was more like jerking
off with something tight and warm wrapped around my dick. That
doesn't mean it didn't feel good, but it didn't have any real kick to it, if
that makes any sense.

I fucked him hard, though. I fucked him deep. I gave him the best I
could and he moaned and twisted on my dick and gave me a really
good cum when I shot inside him. Then I jerked him off for a bit, and
he had his cum, shooting clear stuff on his belly. I was feeling a little
depressed, thinking I'd been used. But Noah wasn't some
underhanded dude who tried to take advantage of his friends, which
he quickly reminded me of.

"Sorry, Marty. I was really selfish. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me...it felt good."

"I can see in your face you don't feel good about it."

"I was wondering if I didn't take advantage of your hurt. Like, maybe I
should have said no to fucking you." I was sure now that he wasn't
trying to use me, so I had to wonder if maybe it was the other way
around.

"You did what I asked you to do. You didn't take advantage of me, but
I did take advantage of you because you made that promise to me.
I'm really sorry. Eric was right."

"Right about what?"

"About my being ready for this; I wasn't ready. But sometimes I'm so
smart I think I don't have to listen to anybody, and when I think like
that I'm usually wrong. I think Eric and I just need to go out on our
dates. When it happens between us, if it happens between us, it will
be perfect."

"So, until then you just jerk off."

That's when Noah smiled that beautiful smile of his for the first time
since I came to his house. "I have two brothers living at home. I told
Eric that sex with them was like glorified masturbation, but it's still
good and we all love each other." Noah had always seemed so
confident about things; it was strange to see him still lost after losing
his friend.

"Marty..."

"Yes, Noah."

"You're a really special friend, and I love you. Thank you for helping.
You saved me from being totally stupid more than once."

"Anything for a friend like you."

Noah smiled again and kissed me gently on the lips. It wasn't an
attempt at a sexy, passionate kiss like our other one had been. But it
ended up being the best and sexiest of them all because it was full of
Noah's real love and friendship.

Noah and I never had sex together again, but we did some group
jerking off a few times. We would sometimes talk about that afternoon
in his bedroom, as well as about the times I stopped him from getting
stoned and drunk. He's told me more than once that my friendship
after Bobby's death meant the world to him. He even admitted that he
was serious about hurting himself the second time he got the booze
and the weed out. I told him I'd been there, too. Noah has always
been a special person to me: smart, cute, sexy even. He is loyal, a
friend, a teammate. There is a special bond between us that I know
we both treasure.

<Saturday, October 25, Hunter's house>

"Wow, I can't believe the varsity came back and won that game last
night," Hunter said. Hunter and Kraig had gone to the Mayfield High
varsity football game, and watched the Mustangs come back to win
24-21 after being behind 21-7 at the end of the third quarter.

"Our game wasn't bad either," Kraig said. Hunter had thrown two
touchdown passes for the middle school Titans as the Titans beat
Evans 19-8.

"And you had a great soccer game this afternoon," Hunter said. Kraig
had scored a goal as his team beat a team from Centralia 3-2 on the
Mayfield Community Center field.

"Yeah, it was a good weekend. We even had a chance to be bad last
night," Kraig said. Nathan, an eighth grade football player and one of
the big jocks at the middle school had invited Kraig, Hunter, Kevin,
Lars, Gavin, and Todd to spend the night at his house after the high
school game. He said his parents were gone for the weekend and he
had beer and weed. A year ago, as seventh graders, none of the
boys would have considered going to Nathan's to drink beer, but as
eighth graders they were intrigued by the thrill of getting around their
parents to spend the night at Nathan's. Two girls, Cindy Cameron
and Vicky Smith, were going to be there as well.

But the chance to be bad, to drink beer, to maybe make out with a
girl, or watch somebody make out with a girl, depending on how one
felt about girls, was turned down by the boys who were at the core of
the Go to State Team. Once again the idea they had signed an
athletic contract worked on their conscience. After the incident in
Vince's basement during the summer, the boys had gotten a different
perspective on things. The only boy in the invited group not beholden
to a contract was Kraig, who wasn't required to sign one for a club
soccer team, but skipped the party along with his friends. Gavin,
Todd, and the two girls ended up being the only ones to go to
Nathan's.

"Hey, dude, maybe after football is done we'll come," Hunter said to
Nathan as he and Kraig started for Hunter's house from school.
Hunter desperately wanted to experiment with alcohol and learn what
being drunk was about, but he had no desire to take the chance on
jeopardizing his standing on the football team by being caught at a
drinking party.

Now it was the night after that party and both boys were talking about
their sports and what happened at the party at Nathan's house.
"Gavin told me they played quarters," Hunter said. "He said Vicky
stuck a quarter in her butt and squatted over the glass and dropped it
in. Damn! I wish I'd been there."

"You could've gone," Kraig told him. Hunter had talked to Gavin at the
soccer game. He could tell Gavin had a hangover, but he came out to
support Kraig, Eric, and Noah playing soccer and to get away from
his parents nagging him.

"Nah, we did the right thing. But after football, I'm going to an eighth
grade beer party. I wish you'd come with me."

"I think I can do that."

Hunter grinned and said, "Very cool."

"Was Vicky naked when they played quarters?"

"I guess she just had her pants and panties off then. Gavin said that
Nathan took his pants and undies off and stuck a pencil up his butt
while everybody watched. I guess it got pretty wild."

"Did anybody lose their cherry?" Kraig knew that everyone there
except Vicky and Nathan was a virgin.

"No, but they did all end up getting naked and making out and shit.
Gavin said he blew his wad all over Cindy's boobs. I guess Nathan
and Vicky slept together on Nathan's bed and Gavin, Todd, and
Cindy slept on the parents' bed after they made out on the floor.
Gavin said he was really drunk and stoned, but he never fucked
Cindy. Todd tried, but he was too drunk and passed out on top of
her."

All of the sex talk had given both boys boners. Kraig went over to
Hunter's bed and sat next to him, putting his right hand on Hunter's
crotch. "Yep, you're as boned up as I am," Kraig said satisfactorily.

"Want to get off together?" Hunter asked.

"Duh, what do you think?"

Hunter answered by planting a kiss on Kraig's lips, and soon the boys
were rolling around on the bed kissing deeply and grabbing each
other's boners through their boxers. Kraig put a hand inside of
Hunter's boxers and started rubbing his friend's ass, his hand soon
finding his pucker. Kraig gently pushed his finger against it, expecting
Hunter to object, but nothing was said. Instead of pushing in deeper,
however, he pulled his hand out and started pulling Hunter's boxers
off his waist. Hunter raised his ass and let Kraig pull the boxers all the
way off; his thick, five inch cock was rock hard and leaking precum.

"You can fuck me if you want," Hunter said so quietly Kraig almost
didn't hear him.

"You said I could fuck you?" Kraig asked, not really believing he'd
heard what he thought he'd heard.

"Yes," Hunter whispered.

"You want to lose your cherry tonight?" Kraig had asked Hunter
numerous times about fucking him, but Hunter was adamant about
not giving up his ass. He didn't mind hammering his well-developed
thirteen year old cock into Kraig's ass, however.

"Yes," Hunter said again in the same quiet voice.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to go that party last night and see what it was like
getting drunk and stoned and fucked up."

"So now you just want to get fucked? One out of three ain't bad,
especially when you take the best choice."

"When we didn't go to the party I kinda decided I didn't want my first
time to be with me being fucked up. I want to do it now. Please."

Kraig wasn't about to argue. This was what he'd wanted for months,
and suddenly Hunter was offering up what he thought he'd have to
beg for. Because Hunter often fucked Kraig there was lube in one of
Hunter's clothes drawers. Kraig retrieved the tube. Before getting
back on the bed he took off his t-shirt and bright red boxers, throwing
both on the floor. Hunter pulled off his Seahawks t-shirt and tossed it
on top of Hunter's stuff.

"You've never had nothing up your butt," Kraig said, making question
as well as a statement.

"Yes I have. I've stuck some things up there: my finger and some
other stuff to see what fit. That's why I know I want to do this."

Kraig spread the lube over Hunter's crack and into his pucker. He
lubed up his own cock. He then stuck a finger into his friend's ass and
moved it back and forth.

"Another. Put another one in," Hunter begged.

Hunter kept having surprises for Kraig. It wasn't that long ago that he
was reluctant to even let Kraig touch his dick, or to even jerk off with
him. And now he was asking for the ultimate, to have his best friend
put his cock up his ass. Kraig stuck another finger into Hunter's ass
and fucked him with it, being sure to find his sweet spot.

"Oh, wow, shit, stick your cock in me," Hunter pleaded.

Kraig kissed his friend hard, trading tongue, and before Hunter knew
what had happened, Kraig was inside of him. Hunter moaned loudly
and became fearful that his parents might have heard him. Kraig
didn't care who heard what, he had his cock in the tight, hot ass of
the friend he loved.

Neither boy could think now. All they could do was feel. Hunter could
feel Kraig inside of him, moving, pushing, humping. Kraig could feel
the tight insides of Hunter as he moved in and out, harder and deeper
and deeper and harder. Hunter wondered why he'd waited so long as
what pain there might have been to start with was gone and replaced
by the wonderful feeling of Kraig being inside of him. Kraig wished
Hunter hadn't waited so long to do this, and kept going, going,
thrusting, humping, grunting, sweating.

The two thirteen year olds were not strangers to anal sex. Kraig had
fucked quite a few boys, and Hunter had fucked him as had many
other boys. When Hunter was the top he was always rough, hard,
close to out of control. Kraig, who was experienced at what he was
doing, did it with a lighter touch. He fucked Hunter hard, but not too
hard, his topping closer to making love than Hunter's wild out of
control thrusts.

But as experienced as Kraig was, he was still thirteen, and the
hormones took over, the eons old instincts took over, and his world
became focused on his cock, which was buried in Hunter's ass. That
world felt ready to explode and it did, his moan long and drawn out.
He jerked his head back as his smaller head emptied the contents of
his pubescent testicles into the inside of his friend who was no longer
a virgin.

Hunter grunted and jerked his cock only twice as he spilled his own
seed over his smooth belly and into his nest of pubic hair. He let out a
satisfactory sigh as Kraig fell on top of him, sated and happy with
what he had accomplished.

Hunter surprised himself and Kraig by kissing Kraig and they quickly
ended up side-by-side, kissing lightly and gently in contrast to what
had just occurred on the bed.

"That was awesome," Hunter said. "Better than I ever thought. I
wasn't even scared this time. I just wanted it and I wanted it bad."

"It was really good," Kraig said. He was still somewhat breathless.

"Was I as good as the others you've done?"

"You were as good as you," Kraig said. "It doesn't get better than
that."

A knock on the door startled them. "Are you boys okay?" Hunter's
dad asked.

"Yes, dad," Hunter replied.

"Well, keep the noise down."

The boys heard him walk away. They were happy he hadn't opened
the door and found them lying naked next to each other on the top of
the rumpled sheets, covered in sweat and cum.

"I guess next time we stick a sock in our mouths or something,"
Hunter said.

"We don't make that much noise when I do you," Kraig said.

"Or maybe he doesn't hear it."

"Maybe not. I wonder if he knows what he heard," Kraig said giggling.

"I don't think so. There's no way he'd think we did that kind of stuff—
no way at all." But Hunter was wrong about that. His father had heard
only one loud groan, the one from Kraig when he blasted his cum into
Hunter's ass, but he had a pretty good idea of what he'd heard. He'd
been a horny teen jock once as well and had lost his ass to a boy
when he was Hunter's age. The only reason he knocked was to quiet
them down so they wouldn't wake up his wife.

The boys made up a fresh bed then climbed in under the covers.

"Kraig?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah."

"Remember how scared I used to be about all this?"

"I do. You were scared of blow jobs, and kissing, and fucking, and
playing around. Hell, you were even scared of jerking off. You were
afraid you might be gay or something. You were afraid I'd make you
my boyfriend."

"Yep, I was afraid of all of that. But like I said, I'm not afraid any more-
-especially about the boyfriend part."

"What are you saying?" Kraig asked, his heart thumping hard.

"What I'm saying is I want us to be boyfriends."

"Serious? You mean like forever? Or until you get a girlfriend?"

"I think I am seriously gay. And I want to be that way with you." Kraig
could see tears forming in Hunter's eyes. "I've known it all the time,
but I was scared. Now I'm not afraid and I want to be your boyfriend.
Do you want to be mine?"

"I wanted to back in sixth grade the first time we ever did anything
together. So, yeah, I want to be your boyfriend, big time." Kraig
reached over and put his hands on Hunter's smooth face and then
kissed him with a passion larger than any he'd ever felt. By the time
the two finished they wished they'd never remade the bed.

When the current eighth graders hit high school, there were three
sets of freshman boyfriends and one sophomore pair on the baseball
team. They had all been boyfriends for awhile. And right now, almost
two months into eighth grade for most of them, there were now two
sets of boyfriends, and each involved one of the twins. Kraig had
never been happier, now that he had Hunter, although Hunter would
still suffer occasional moments of self-doubt. But now Hunter and
Kraig, along with Lars and Kevin, considered themselves gay
boyfriends.

Next: Marty and Rich