Date: 16 Dec 1996
From: Young Gun
Subject: Eddie Playing Hookey

"Eddie, Chapter One / A Vicarious Experience"

            by Young Gun  of  Charleston, SC.
            Written on 10/28/90.
            Young Gun AKA Eric Miller can be
            contacted on the Charlestowne BBS,
            (803)-763-4657.

"Changes fill my time
 Baby that's alright with me.
 In the midst I think of you
 and how it used to be."

                         - Led Zeppelin.


Chapter 1:

   To be sure, I remember Eddie.  His healthy face, his cunning
countenance, his inviting smile; how can I ever forget?  The image
is emblazoned upon my memory forever, or until I die, depending on
the outcome of the Final Mystery.
   He is gone and we will never speak again in this world.
Recalling the events that surrounded his death, I shudder, but that
is another story.  It is five years past and I am done with
mourning and grief.  Instead I've a happy story to tell, full of
happiness and hope, eroticism and sensuality.  It concerns the
first time we ever met, which is a magical moment that lovers
commonly gaze back on in curiousity, with thoughts like, "What if
we had never met?" and "How did we grow to love each other?"

   I've a large glass of iced tea by my computer, and a bowl of
green olives on the armrest of my chair.  As I type my
recollections, why don't you, Reader, get comfortable at the same
time?  (We are both acting silmultaneously, only on different
chronological times.)  Stop at the end of this very paragraph and
fix yourself a drink, and take this medium (book, computer print-
out, or diskette) to a place where you can have privacy and feel
free to do whatever you want.  Because this is not meant to be read
while under the restricting stare of the public.
   The title of this story is "Playing Hookey".  It's about the day
when I cut school and met Eddie for the first time.


   I watched as the school bus closed its door with a noisy whine
and pulled off down the street to the next stop.  I stepped out
from my hiding place behind the oak tree.  The bus driver, a plump
middle-aged woman with thick lensed glasses, was known to report on
truant kids that she saw about the neighborhood, so I didn't allow
her to see me.  I walked towards the park, where I would wait until
9:00am when my parents should both be at work.  Then I could play
video games on the computer, watch X-rated movies, beat off, drink
beer, eat pizza, and engage in other redeeming activities.
   (I really didn't cut school often; only the number of days
allowed as excused absenses (10).  My excuses were penned by my
older brother.)
   I was a muscular 17, but also slender and boyish, and had short
brown hair and icy blue eyes.  I was 6' tall and had smooth, ivory-
white skin.  My attitude towards sex was Futuristic: I was
attracted to both genders, and didn't limit myself to either males
or females.
   I was wearing a black shirt, jeans, and red underwear, and white
shoes, no socks.
   I strolled towards the hut in the park, where I could climb up
and meditate for an hour.  As I approached, I noticed movement in
the second story of the hut.  My ears pricked up and I heard a
nervous cough.  Whoever it was up there had seen me before I had
seen them.  I called out a greeting but they didn't respond.  I
walked into the hut, directly under the second floor, and peered
through the cracks in the floor.  There was one guy up there and I
assumed that he must be kinda small, judging by the size of his
shoes.  Again I said "Hello?" and warily I climbed up the ladder.
   He was a dark haired boy in jeans and a white teeshirt, a few
years younger than I.  As I fixed my eyes on him I judged that he
was very cute.
   He was a bit anxious and wouldn't look at me directly for more
than a brief moment or two.  "Hi!" I said.  He mumbled "Hi" back.
I said, "I'm Karl.  What's your name?" and he replied, "Eddie."
   I made small talk, and explained that I was cutting school, and
had to wait in the park until my parents left for work.  Gradually
he felt more at ease, and would look into my eyes as I spoke.  I
asked him if he was cutting school, and he shook his head, saying
that he got suspended for 3 days for getting caught smoking a
cigarette.  I chuckled and said that was ridiculous, and he smiled
and agreed.  After his initial shyness, I was surprised at how
quickly he opened up and spoke freely.
   The hour of waiting I had anticipated turned into an hour of
lively conversation with Eddie, and time flew by.  I learned that
he was 14, and went to my school.  He had seen me before in
passing, and had thought that I must be really popular because I
was always surrounded by friends.  I smiled and said, "Well, I bet
you're popular, too!"  He smiled, but shook his head.  "Nah.  I
don't know anybody at school.  And plus, I get..." he hesitated.
"Never mind."  I said, "No, tell me."  He looked at me, and said,
"Well, I'm not as strong as you are, Karl.  I get picked on...in
gym class.  There's this guy that's always hitting me."  He turned
his eyes down, seeming ashamed.  I said, "Well, that's nothing.  I
got picked on when I was your age, too, but I started working out,
and studied karate on my own.  I never really had to fight.  The
guys that used to bother me could just tell that I had changed, and
they left me alone."
   He looked hopeful.  "Really?  Well, I dunno.  That might help
for later, but right now...well, you know, it'd take a while to get
in shape and all."
   I considered an idea.  "Eddie, why don't you work out with me?
We could get together after school and exercise."
   I could tell he liked that idea.  He beamed, "Yeah, that'd be
real great!  I'd love to be with you!  I mean...uh, I think..." he
caught his slip and blushed.  I grinned like a fox.  He continued,
"...it'd be fun, to work out and all... Hey, what are you smiling
about?" he said.
   I stayed silent, and gazed into his eyes.  Slowly, step by step,
I walked towards him.  His eyes were fearful and searching, but
then they steadied and grew calm, and locked onto mine.  His mouth
opened slightly, and he breathed deeply.  I stopped two feet away
from him.  "I think that you're cute." I said in a low voice.  He
said nothing for a moment, swallowed, and then turned his eyes
down, smiling from ear to ear.  "I think you're cute, too!" he
said.  I moved closer to him and put my arm around his waist.  He
blinked.  Then he dove into my arms and hugged me tightly, until I
was almost crushed.  I loved it.  He laid his head on chest and
stammered, "I've seen you around school and I've always wanted to
talk to you and get to know you..."  I patted his back, and rocked
him gently back and forth.  His face was warm on my chest, his arms
tight around my back.  I thought: this boy, he loves me, what am I
to do?
   We stayed like that for a golden moment that neither of us would
ever forget.  Then we parted and he rested his hands on my hips.
I laid my hands on his shoulders and said, "Wanna come over to my
house?  My parents are gone by now."  "Sure!" he said with
enthusiasm.
   We climbed down.  We both smiled and gave each other meaningful
looks as we walked to my house.  I walked faster than he did, and
I noticed that he was trying to keep up with me.  I stopped and
said, "Want a piggy-back ride?"  He nodded and I knelt down,
letting him mount my shoulders.  I stood up and he cried, "Whoa!"
holding onto my head for balance.  Then he laughed and said, "This
is neat!"  I carried him easily; I speculated that he weighed 120
pounds.  It was fun to feel his legs resting on my shoulders, and
his crotch at my neck.  I could feel a pressure from his crotch and
asked, "Are you hard?" even though I knew.  He laughed and
admitted, "Yeah.  Let's hurry up and get to your house."
   I ran the rest of the distance.  He held on tightly, laughing
all the way.  I let him down by our sliding glass door.  We went
inside and found the house to be empty, as expected.  He laid down
on the sofa in the living room and I fixed us both a drink of
Gatorade.  "So what are we gonna do now, watch TV?" he said
facetiously as he sipped his drink.  I said, "Yeah.  How'd you
guess?"  He raised his eyebrows, downed most of his drink, and then
placed the glass on a table next to mine.
   I laid down beside him and he maneuvered himself so that he laid
down in my arms.  I caressed his chest and stomach, and rolled his
shirt up.  He threw up his arms and I pulled off his shirt.  His
skin was warm to the touch.  He moved his hands to his jeans and
unsnapped them, and pulled them off as well, along with his
underwear.  He was naked in my arms now.  I marvelled at how he
trusted me completely.  It seemed that we were falling for each
other very fast.
   He turned around and, saying nothing, began taking my clothes
off.  I assisted as needed, moving around to free my shirt, my
jeans, and then my red underwear, and my shoes.  He was hard.  He
took my cock in his hands, and there it gained life quickly.  I
watched him; smooth black hair drooping over his elvish brown eyes,
slender hands rubbing my aroused member, chest heaving with
excitement, his pulse quick.  I took his cock and jerked it softly.
After a few minutes, his eyes widened and he moaned.  "Take me,
Karl." he said.  "I'm gonna bend over and I want you to--"  "I
know," I interrupted.  He knelt on his arms on the sofa, and raised
his cute, tightly curved ass up to me.  I patted his butt, and
knelt beside him.  His hole pulsated as I pushed into it, slowly,
with infinite patience.  I let his hole swallow my cock.  He pushed
his butt towards me, and my cock slid into him.  He moaned, "ooohhh
yes!"
   His insides were very moist because of his arousal, and I found
I could slide my cock in and out very well.  I clamped my hands on
his hips to hold him steady as I pumped.  When I pulled back, I
felt his anal muscles contract against my cock, and when I pushed
in, my body smacked against his cheeks audibly.  These effects
heightened my arousal.  I pushed in all the way once, and he moaned
"Yes..." so from then on I pushed as far as I could on each thrust.
Soon he was finished, and he waved his head up and down, tossing
his beautiful black hair about, shouting with pleasure, as he came.
I quickly withdrew and shot my cum on his backside.

   This episode was merely the beginning of a great affair, and I
say "merely" because what was to follow far exceded the intensity
of our lovemaking on this occasion.  True love was to follow later,
and capture us both, as the days went by.  We would meet in the
hallway and be late to class, because we had so much to talk about.
(Needless to say, the guy who picked on Eddie soon stopped.  I told
him to cease and desist, and apparently he didn't hear me.  But the
communication gap was solved after I broke his nose.)  We mapped
out a schedule where we would work out every other day after
school, and on the days in between we would do other things,
sometimes in bed, sometimes out.  We enjoyed going to movies,
dining out, socializing with other friends, and everything else
that young couples do.