Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2008 14:17:01 -0400
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: Fireflies Part One

This story contains sexual contact between males.  If it is unlawful or
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characters are fictional, I hope you enjoy it. Your emails and responses
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Fireflies  Part One


Some lives have a pivotal moment, mine came at the tender age of five.  My
parents and I left our suburban home very early in the morning.  We drove
through cities and county side. We pasted several state lines and finally
arrived at my grandparent farmhouse.

All of my cousins arrived and we had a great feast.  After dinner, while
our mothers cleaned up, our fathers took us out to the front yard.  It was
just past twilight and I was stunned by the beauty of the night sky packed
with stars both large and small. The sky was filled with tiny lights and
then suddenly they began to dance around my head.

I couldn't believe it, to me the stars had come alive and were like little
fairies, fast flying sparks or lanterns from space ships flying around me,
I was captivated by the experience and my imagination went into overdrive.

Soon my dad handed me a small jar and I joined the other kids racing around
catching my flying stars.  Soon I had a dozen or more and they each blinked
a beam in my direction and I felt a special connection with my new little
friends.

Bedtime came and dad took me up to my room filled with a huge farmhouse
bed, he placed my magic jar beside my bed and I watched it determined to
lay awake all night enjoying the magic lights and my connection with those
bright little beams. Now I had no fear of the night and the darkness that
could encourage spooky imagines that creep into a little boys mind.

As with all children, sleep slips in and takes over.  My next memory was
the sun dancing on the country dust between me and my window, the sounds of
a rooster and the quiet humming of a combine wheel pedaling in some
adjacent field.  It took a minute and then I remembered my little friends
and their lights that led me into dreamland.

I grabbed the jar and screamed with shock.  My mother came running into my
room and rushed to her hysterical son. She soothed me while asking what was
wrong.  Through my tears I cried,

"They're just bugs"

It may seem like a simple thing to you, it did to my mother who assured me
that there would be more to capture that night and we could just throw
these away.

Just throw away my dreams, they were nothing more than a jar full of bugs,
but they were my dreams.  I stopped dreaming that day.  I stopped wishing,
I stopped hoping.  I became somewhat of an introvert, not wanting to lose
again, not wanting dreams that die.

Now in my teens, a junior in high schools, I went through day to day life
with school mates, but no real chums, comfortable relationships, but no
true friends.  My father had left us five years back finding a new love and
he and his new family moved to California, no big deal, just another loss.

Mom, my sister and I had grown into a routine. We had a house in a somewhat
rural area, with not many neighbors.  I was happiest when left alone and
Mom fell in love with her work and so the days went on.

Most of the kids at school had just accepted that I was a loner.  I was
treated nicely, but they had stopped inviting me to parties or social
occasions back in middle school.

There was one kid, Brett who lived just down the street from us; he would
stop me in the hall from time to time, or find a seat near me in class,
asking lame questions or just making chatter.  There was nothing wrong with
him; it just never occurred to me that he was actually trying to be my
friend.

On day in the library Brett sat next to me while I was working on a
project.  He wouldn't stop talking; even in a whisper it was enough to draw
the attention of the librarian. You know the kind that can kill with just a
look.  I finally made an excuse and moved away.

* * * * *

I did have dreams again, you can't really stop them.  Sometimes I would
dream of my flying stars, filled with hope, I would wake and remind myself,
they were just bugs, just Fireflies.

That night was one when my Fireflies came back to me.  Sometimes I could
close my eyes tightly and they would appear like sparks in the darkness of
my brain, but that night they seemed real again, but it was difficult to
tell in the fog and smoke. It was difficult to breathe as well and the heat
was intense.

I looked around me and saw my Fireflies dancing above me; one fell to my
face and began to burn my skin.  Just them the door to my room flew open
and the new air moved the flames onto my bed.  In the smoke a pair of
strong hands pulled me from the fire just as it engulfed my bed.  My boxers
had caught a spark and they were ripped from my body and I was half carried
and mostly dragged from my room to the front lawn of our burning house.

Smoke and tears filled my eyes, my lungs bellowed smoke when my limp naked
body was squeezed from behind.  I began to breathe and turned to view my
rescuer; it was Brett.

I had not seen him shirtless before and although we were both about 5'
8"and thin, he was more muscular than I. Standing there in front of him I
got goose bumps and my body began to shiver. My mouth fell open when he
pulled his shorts off and handed them to me, standing in only tidy whiteys
and untied sneakers he said,

"Here you can wear these for now."

That's when I realized I was naked and quickly slipped his shorts over my
legs as I watched Bret disappear back into my burning house.

Neighbors began to arrive and the fire department came roaring up as Brett
dragged my sister out to the lawn.  By now Brett's folks had arrived and
took my sister from him.  I stood like a stone figure not knowing what to
do.  Within minutes Brett had my Mom under his arm and she was free from
the flames.  We stood as family for a few minutes watching our house and
all that we owned go up in smoke. The Firefighters treated us and offered
to take us to the hospital, but none of us wanted to endure that pain.

The embers rose above the old structure and took flight, blinking back
their brief signals that they had taken our stuff, but thanks to Brett not
our lives.

Everyone gathered around, the Preacher was there and church people offering
us help and a place to stay.  Brett said to my mom that he would like to
care for me until we figured out what we were going to do.  Under the
circumstance she agreed.

Mom and my little sister went with one of the church families and Brett's
folks walked back to their place a few yards ahead of Bret and me. I was
shoeless and shirtless; Brett had ripped his briefs along the back and had
soot clinging to the moisture on his body, but he walked along as if all
was normal, I felt uncomfortable being half naked, but was glad he had
given me his shorts and saved my life.

It was early morning, maybe 3 A.M. and the sky once clear, was filled with
the smoke from my life.  We arrived at Brett's and I learned he had a room
over the garage back behind the family's house.  We walked through the side
door where in the dim light I could see two cars an old lawn mower and a
barrel of what smelled like oily rags.

Up the stairs we arrived to a door, once opened it showed a nice size room
with a large bed, the normal bedroom furnishing of a teen boy and another
door leading to what I guessed was a bathroom.

I followed Brett to the bathroom; he looked at me and smiled warmly saying,

"You look like shit"

"I smiled and said "You smell far worse."

That's when Brett removed his briefs throwing them into the hamper beside
him and said,

"Give me my shorts."

I had been naked around other boys, but not much.  We had to take P.E in
the first semester of our freshman year of high school.  Like the other
boys I grabbed a quick shower after a hard workout, always being careful
not to be caught checking anyone out for too long.  It was normal and I
knew other guys checked me out, we all wanted to make sure we had all the
right equipment and make a mental note of who had been blessed with just a
little more.

This was different, I had never been with one boy alone and naked, I wasn't
sure how to react.  Brett turned his back to me and stated the shower and
looking back over his shoulder he said,

"John, I was hoping you'd help me get the soot of my back"

"Oh, yeah, sure, I mean okay I guess I could do that."

I dropped Brett shorts and they made a metallic click when hitting the tile
floor. Brett reached down and removed his lighter slipping it into the
drawer before throwing the shorts on top of his soiled briefs.  He saw me
looking at the lighter and said,

Some times a catch a quick smoke, don't tell my folks okay?"

"Yeah I mean no, I won't say anything."

"Good, the waters warm enough, get under it and I'll get the soot off of
you."

*****

Facing the stream and allowing it to roll down my head and flow over my
shoulders, it cascaded over my chest and reached my pubic area just as I
felt a touch on my back.  It was Brett rubbing my skin with a creamy soap.

His fingers dug in, massaged as he washed the dirt from me. I was glad I
was facing away from him because my dick decided this would be a good time
to stretch out and look around. My mind was screaming "No, stop, down boy",
but all who have passed through teenaged boyhood have come to learn, that
at sixteen the penis is deaf.  It acts more like puppy oblivious to
commands.

Brett's hands were soft yet strong, they were stimulating and I began to
curse myself for avoiding touch all these years. Forsaking the actions of
my dick, my mind moved on to the great Ying Yang debate, "Gosh this feels
good" "You shouldn't be enjoying this".

Down the arch of my back and onto my posterior lobes, his hand traveled and
gently washed away whatever soil he was finding. Then a gentle smack on the
butt and he said,

"Okay turn around let's check out the front."

Turn around? I was sure it wouldn't be safe without a sign hanging from my
navel reading, "Caution long load ahead" I turned and pretended that being
in a shower inches away from another naked boy was just another daily
occurrence.

My god his smile, it's really nice.  He had really white teeth, very
straight.  His normally light brown hair had darkened and was matted
against his forehead. His eyes were green maybe hazel, hard to tell through
my watery vision. His ears seemed to stick out without the normal hair
covering the top of them. He wasn't Dumbo mind you, but I noticed that his
ear lobes hung free, I think mind are attached, I just wasn't sure at this
point.  Brett had just a whisper of hair above his lips, not enough to be
called a mustache.  His lips, they were red and pronounced and helped form
that great smile, god what a beautiful smile.

Brett rubbed more creamy soap into my chest.  My eyes past his well defined
shoulders where two muscular appendages hung, his hand moved over my
nipples and they felt like road bumps under his touch.  I could see his
were nickel sized, dark brown and extended for some reason.

He rubbed the muscles in my arms and small hairs fought the flood to stand
tall against his contact. He returned to my torso concentrating on some
spot just above my navel. His was tucked neatly inside and looked like it
had just a few hairs trying to sprout from beneath. He was finishing just
above my pubic area, when my eyes continued to travel downward a few
inches, before they spied a grove of dark curly hair.  I wanted to look,
hell I wanted to stare, but I fought back and forced my eyes back up to his
face where I found his green eyes staring deeply into my brown pupils.  He
smiled and reached out his two hands taking me by the arms and we did a
short half circle dance placing him under the warm stream of water.

Brett turned his back to me and I felt I had lost the chance to look and
was angry that I even considered taking it. Before I could move, Brett
reached back pulling my arm in front of him, cupping my hand in his, I felt
it filling with a slippery substance.  He let go and turned his head with
one word,

"Shampoo"

I moved the liquid through Brett's hair, a totally new experience for me.
My hair has been kept short sinse childhood never wanting to mess with it
or caring if it made me look better or worse.  His hair was soft and my
figures enjoy the tickling sensation they made moving between them. The
soapy lather rolled off his shoulders and his skin glistened and reflected
the ceiling light.  Brett had freckles along his shoulders and a few on the
upper back, probably from summers going shirtless; I had that in my vision
now.

His arms were strong and I enjoyed feeling his biceps ripple and this
triceps move as I rubbed the soot away.  My hands gradually moved down his
arms until I reached his hands.  I didn't want to hold them, or did I? He
moved them away. I returned to his back as he had done to mine, I washed
down and onto his butt just slightly touching his crack which made him
wiggle and send out a little laugh.

The water turned cold and he reached up shutting it off saying,

"I got most of the dirt off my front, thanks for the help."

With two towels we dried ourselves and stood like mirrors in front of each
other.  We were a lot alike, and probably like most boys our age. I would
think that placed in a crowded room with a hundred other boys; we would not
be selected as the cutest, or the ugliest.  The truth is we probably
wouldn't be selected at all, we were, I don't know, I guess just normal.

******

"Do you need to pee?" he asked

There was no way I could stand there in front of him and make my urine flow
and I said no and headed back into the bedroom while I heard his steady
stream splashing into the toilet bowl.

What is the proper behavior while standing naked in another boy's room?  I
turned on the television and the X Box.  It was loaded with my favorite
racing game. I sat on the edge of the bed and began to play.  Brett entered
the room walking towards me with no towel, wearing nothing, my car crashed.
I had pushed restart by the time he stood in front of me and asked,

"Can I play with you?"

I opened my legs wider my dick perking up again and said,

"Yeah I guess if you want."

He laughed and said "Good, hand me the other controller"

My car crashed.

Sitting together on the bed, knees touching naked shoulders rubbing, my car
crashed.

He said, "It's been a long day, are you ready for bed?"

"Yeah I guess I'm tired."

"I'll get in first if you want." Brett offered

"Okay", I said

I watched him roll over to the other edge of the bed and cover his body up
to his chest with the sheet.  I rolled in staying as best I could on my
edge, but still able to feel the heat of his body just a foot away.

*****

Sleep wins no matter what.  I woke, feeling Brett spooning me, something
hard pushing among soft hairs brushing my backside, his hand rested on my
side.  My arm was stinging like the blood had stopped rolling into it
sometime ago. I didn't want to move and began contemplating the amputation
process.  It had to be done.

I gently rolled onto my back while pushing him gently in the same
direction.  I could see the sun peaking through his closed blinds, the same
thing that happens to me each morning.

Brett had rolled with me, now his hand and forearm rested next to mine.
Looking down with just the sheet over our lower bodies, it looked like the
circus had come to town. Two tents resting on high poles and I had to admit
his was the Big Top.

I looked over to make sure Brett was asleep, thinking this would be a good
time to have a look at that pole.  I quietly moved the sheet off my body
raising it just enough to take a view of my dick. Standing tall I admired
it.  I had determined lately that when hard I could cover the base with my
fist, leaving the head and just enough of the shaft to take a good stroke
and that was more than adequate.  Looking at Brett's outline, I figured he
could get up a good head of steam with his.  Now I had that vision in my
head and so I had to look.

I pulled the sheet higher lifting my knee to help in the process.  The
curly hairs appeared covering the base of the pole.  Now dried the hairs
were a lighter brown than mine and that made good since considering that
our hair color differed as well.  Blue veins pushed up and around the lily
white meat and the crown had a wide edge forming the beginning of the
head. Both of us had been circumcised and light through the sheet showed a
reddest hew over the head ending with a slit in the center.

As I was calculating size, shape and other deferential, the sheet flew off
us both.  I looked and my green-eyed bedmate was awake and smiling at me.

"I see you get that way when you have to piss too." He said

He moved towards me and rolled his body on top of mine.  My involuntary
breathing senses had stopped and before I could really feel his naked body
pushing against mine his feet were on the floor and he was moving away from
me towards the bathroom, with a yell back, sorry I really got piss.

I had been caught, what the hell would I say when he came out?  Would he
call me names and throw me out of his bed? In a minute the hard stream
stopped and I had a vision of him shaking off the last drops.  Damn
visions!

Out he came and said,

"You're up"

I realized he meant it was my turn to pee.  I rolled out of bed and pasted
him heading towards the dresser.

When I came out he was facing the dresser and I was facing his white
cheeks. He turned and said while going through the top drawer.

"Are you ready to get into my underwear?"

"Yeah, I mean I guess I don't have a choice."

"Sure you do" he said, "I know you normally wear boxers, but I'm into to
briefs. Hey, these will be fun" and he turned holding two pair of bikini
briefs.

"I can't wear those", I objected, "What would people say?"

"I don't know, do you plan on pulling your pants down a lot?' he smiled

What a great smile, but a bit wicked this time.

"No," I blushed

"You want the stars and stripes or the ones with the fruit on them?" He
asked

"I better go with the stars."

He threw my pair at me and hopped around on one foot while pulling his pair
over one and then the next foot and up the body they went.  I watched as
his ball sac, base, pubes and finally the head winked goodbye and he
adjusted himself fitting the entire package behind the banana and grapes
displayed over his bulge.

I stood naked holding my pair, watching him bending over digging something
out of the closet. The briefs fit him well and I watched them forming the
two halves of his butt when he yelled back,

"I'm about nine and a half, how about you?"

"I'm thinking, bull crap buddy, you may be big, but you're no nine and a
half.

He spoke again, "What shoe size are you?"

"Oh that's fine you may be a little bigger, but that's okay.

"Yeah I think I may be a little bigger." he smiled throwing me a pair of
sneakers.

I think my pants will fit you, if you plan on getting dressed." Still
smiling

I quickly pulled my small briefs over my body, quickly tucking in a dick
that kept wanting to peak out over the ban.

Brett gave me a pair of cargo shorts and he found another pair almost the
same.  Two knit shirts, socks, and a quick brush through our hair and out
the door and down the stairs.

We both stepped back with surprise to what was waiting for us below.

To be continued...
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