Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 18:28:36 -0500
From: Mr. Wesley P. Benson <gayporn4u@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Frankie And Johnny"

			    Frankie And Johnny

		     a story about the very first time

				    by

			     Wesley P. Benson

          John was sitting on his front steps just taking in the glory of
that summer like day, the school year was just about over, the days were
growing longer and longer and the nights were filled with new and exciting
fantasies.  He was a high school junior now and in a few weeks would
finally be a senior.  Whats more he could feel himself starting to come out
of the shell he had been tucked into for so long.  Everyone thought of him
as a woose or a geek his entire life, but for some reason things were
slowly changing.  And the biggest changes of all, as far as he was
concerned -- right here and now -- were the feelings he was having for a
certain class mate.  Even though they had known each other for a long time
-- since the fifth grade in fact -- it was only now that the two seemed to
be drifting closer together, and it was all happening really fast.

          It all started when his music teacher volunteered him to be in a
special choir group that was going to be singing in the Senior graduation
ceremony.  Suddenly, because of the choir and its many practices for the
up-coming events, he found himself and another classmate named Frank
starting to hang out.  Frank Sicialano had always played the piano at
school, but never as a solo pianist for school projects before.  He played
really well too, and now that he was a Senior, or about to become one, the
school would need him to play piano on stage for most all of the events
through out the year.  Actually, it was also because everyone else that
played piano for the school was graduating.

          Frank was a quiet kid who had also been thought of as a loner, or
a dork -- come on, you know the drill you've been there just the same as I.
He was Italian, though his skin was very light.  Probably due to the fact
that he spent most of his hours in-doors.  He had allergies.  His limbs
were covered in soft waves of black hair that sometimes looked as if it had
been combed.  His face wore a nice smile, and he had very long fingers and
terribly long feet.  He was handsome enough, but there was something very
different about his eyes.  They were black in color, but when you took the
time to really look deeply into them, you couldn't help but notice there
was an odd, somehow cold and almost 'empty' look that reflected back at you
from deep inside.

          Still with each passing day, Johnny thought Frank was very
handsome indeed.  Now mind you, Johnnie wasn't a bad looker either!  He
wore a crown of silky soft, light brown hair that was naturally feathered
and bouncy.  His complexion was clean and almost alabaster, accentuated by
flushes of red blush that brought out the brilliance of those dark blue
eyes he had been gifted with.  He had a small mouth with perfectly formed
lips that were a luscious deep reddish pink.  The lines of his body were
like a soft sort of endless cascade of gentle curves all so perfectly in
place that they invited the eye, and invoked a cavalcade of fantasies to
the mind.  And one might also say -- to term it in the vernacular -- he had
a really nice ass! Oh yes, all in all he was very pleasant to look at.

          Now Johnny hadn't been sitting there on the steps that day by
chance, no he was waiting for time to pass and give way to an appointed
hour.  Anxiously he looked at the watch on his wrist, and his legs started
to jiggle in anticipation.  It was time.  A smile came to his face and he
softly bit his lower lip.  Heaving a hard sigh, he bolted up form his perch
on the steps and leapt down to the sidewalk taking off in the direction of
Frank's house. He was walking at a regular pace, but his heart was pounding
in his chest as if he were running in a marathon.  His throat was dry, and
he could detect a ringing in his ears.

          "Hi Mr. Siciliano." he beamed, arriving at his destination in
time to greet Frank's dad who was just coming out of the family car.  "Is
Frank home?"

          "I'm just coming home myself, " he laughed, shaking his head "I
don't know if he is or isn't.  Let's go knock on the door and see together,
shall we."  And with that, John blushed and felt very foolish.  It was the
excitement of the moment and the memory of the events of the past several
weeks that had made his head so....blank.  Something very special was
happening to him, and it all began with choir and their many rehearsals in
the auditorium.

          For some time over the past week and a half, he and Frank seemed
to be making 'eye contact' while they were at practice.  The more they
found themselves peeking at one another the harder it was for Johnnie to
keep his eyes off of Frank, and deep down this was a new feeling for him.
Let's make no mistake, he had known for a long time that he had an
attraction for guys and not girls.  He had fought it for a long time, doing
all the things every other young gay guy does when they first start to
realise their own sexuality.  But now, with Frank, he found himself
actually getting physically aroused when he thought of him, and especially
when the two were in the same class room, or close proximity.

          Practice had gone well and because of Johnny's voice and ability
to sing the choir director had placed John in a special trio of singers who
were to have a solo all of their own.  As the session ended that one
unforgettable day, Mr. Anderson had asked the three of them to practice
their solo act with Frank any time and as often as they could.  As that
session ended and they were leaving, Frank asked Johnny to stay behind and
'practice' with him a little longer.  John thought the others in the trio
were going to stay and practice too, but Frank hadn't planned it that way.
Whats more, he had gotten special permission from Mr. Anderson for the two
of them to practice alone in the Music room, because that piano was better.
Of course once they were there all alone, side by side on the piano bench,
though one was playing and the other was singing, music was the furthest
thing either of them had on their minds; thought they were trying ever so
hard not to show it.

          "You need to get this part of the piece down better." Frank said
shuffling through the sheet music as they sat Mutt 'n Jeff style on the
bench.  And Frank began to play the particular section he had in mind.

          "Yeah...." Johnny replied, "I have a hard time singing that high,
that's all."

          "Here, try it now." Frank instructed "I won't use my left hand so
there won't be any base to get in your way." and he began to play.  But as
John began to sing -- not yet wise to the whole idea -- Frank took that
left hand and bringing it behind Johnny, was soon sort of caressing John's
left side.  Johnny brushed it out of his mind at first, since the two of
them naturally had to sit on the bench so close.  And of course, since he
liked the feeling, he just continued to sing.  A few moments later that
same hand was sliding up John's back, skillfully coming to rest at the base
of his neck.  John was getting a little trembly inside, and instantly could
feel himself start to get aroused.  Still he made on like nothing out of
the ordinary was going on inside, and kept right on singing, fighting off
the ensuing erection as best he could.  But then Frank started to play the
piece by memory, not looking at the music, instead he turned his face and
was looking over at Johnny who still needed to read the words of the song
from the music sheet.  As Johnny saw this from the corner of his eye, hot
electrical jolts were tingling up and down his spine.  Frank started
caressing the skin on the back of Johnny's neck with the tips of his
fingers, and fondled the shag of soft brown hair at the base of his scalp.
Now Johnny was totally erect, and couldn't sing any more.  Nor could he
pretend it was all normal, that nothing....sexual was happening.  His voice
cracked just then and he stopped in mid phrase and just stared at the page
for a moment.  Frank still massaged his neck and continued to play
momentarily.  Until finally he too dropped all pretence, and the two just
sat there, Frank playing with the back of Johnny's neck, and, I might add,
his heart strings, while staring over at him longingly.

          "Why are you doing that?" Johnny said finally gathering up his
strength, as he turned to look at Frank.

          "I guess, cause I want to." Frank smiled softly after a pause.
And then the two caught each other up in a whirl wind of romantic rapture,
just peering into each others souls thorough the reflections in their eyes.
Not a whisper, not even a breath seemed to pass between them.

          "I like it." Frank said breaking the silence in a soft hush.
"Don't you?"  Johnny was still not breathing, so he couldn't answer Frank.
He could, however, feel his face and parts of his body seem to twitch all
on their own.  And of course the horse between his legs was throbbing and
getting all tangled up down there in his underwear as it continued to grow,
giving him that very uncomfortable feeling of having his hard dick half in
and half out of his underwear.  Unable to utter a real sound, something
that might be construed as actual speech, he started to node his head.  His
throat parched, his face felt red enough to burst, in fact even his ear
lobes felt hot and swollen!

          And then it just sort of happened.  As the two sat staring
dreamily into each others eyes, Frank softly pulled John's head closer to
his own and in actual slow motion, their bodies came still closer together,
and in a magic moment their lips seemed to meet as if by instinct.  Frank
placed a soft, warm and very tender kiss on Johnny's lips.  Without any
thought or mental effort, their arms entwined and for an unknown length of
time -- could have been a minute, could have been three hours -- they
continued their kissing.

          "I did that for the same reason." Frank smiled as they came up
for air.

          "What??" John stammered unable to think or assemble real thought.
Frank knew now that he had mesmerized the boy sitting next to him, and
softly chuckled at Johnny's innocence; and the controll he knew he had over
him.

          "I've seen you looking at me.  Checking me out."  Frank said as
the pair sat, still staring at each other.  "Same way I looked at you, and
checked you out."

          "I....I've never done this before....." John stammered as he
swallowed a dry knot in his throat.  Frank didn't say anything, instead he
brought their faces together again in a kiss, a tender kiss that was able
to say more than any words possibly ever could have.  This time, in the
middle of the kiss, Johnnie felt the warm wet intrusion of Frank's tongue
as it wormed it's way passed his virgin lips and into his mouth, filling
all the senses of his mind and his very soul.  John's reaction was to
simply to close his eyes and melt away to a limp heap of flesh; all except,
of course, for the raging, rock hard, cock flesh that was throbbing deep in
his crotch still struggling with his underwear.

          "Wanna' mess around?" Frank asked with a smile as the kiss ended.
Johnny said nothing.  At Frank's suggestion John's virginity had gripped
his entire being like some "guardian of the deep", and was not allowing any
movement, or thought or reaction of any kind.  Total fear gripped him, and
for the first time during all of this he couldn't feel the dick that was
all tangled up in his crotch amy more.  Maybe it had even gone soft in his
panic! Right now Johnny was to dizzy, to frightened to know.  The words
"...mess around..." tore at his inner self and his mind just whirled.  This
was too much and it was all going into massive mental overload.  He didn't
want to seem unwilling or somehow stupid, and yet the 'Vestal Virgin'
inside him that had been there all his life was fighting tooth and nail to
remain inside of him -- keeping him a virgin.  But, as with all of us, it
was sheer desire that finally took over, once again proving the truth in
the old adage, "A hard dick knows no conscience!"  As the 'lil' devil'
inside him took control a smile came to his face, a gleam twinkled in his
eyes, and he was once again able to feel the hard throbbing in his crotch.

          Frank took that as a yes, and again they kissed and again that
tongue came into his mouth.  But this time the tongue seemed to beckon him
to mimic the actions it was making.  So Johnny made his own tongue do just
what Frank's did and the whole kiss was heightened.  Through all of this
passion John could only sort of pay attention to the shifting movement of
Franks hands as they roamed all over his body.  Then suddenly catching him
completely off guard, with his eyes closed as they kissed and his senses
all caught up in the emotions of his heart, John felt a hand that was
definitely not his own, glide down to his crotch and grasp at his now rock
hard cock through his clothes and hold on to it.  His reaction was to reach
out, as his entire body stiffened up, and hold on tightly to Frank, as his
heart and mind raced, his dick ached and his breath completely stopped.

          "You're really hard." Frank said in a smile, "Wanna feel how hard
mine is?"  Panic attacked him all over again!!  But before he was able to
think, Frank said assuringly, "It's o.k."  and John stared at him as he
felt Franks hand and fingers playing with a part of him that no one had
ever felt before but he himself.  Not even his mother had been down there.

          "I'm real hard too." Frank said.  And all of a sudden John
watched in amazement as Frank undid his jeans and brought out his dick.
John went bug eyed as he viewed the very nice, well endowed hard on.

          "It feels a lot better when it's out." Frank announced and for a
quick instant he stroked the beautiful tool.  "Come on, let me see yours."
Now, John was totally numb all over.  But then something unbelievable
happened.  It suddenly felt like someone else was inside him and was
responding with his body to Frank's suggestions.  He felt himself undo his
pants and pull out his own rock hard member.  It was more like he was
somewhere else watching it all rather then actually doing it.  But he was
doing it!  He just couldn't understand how.  He could even feel himself
smile and bite his lip really hard.

          "How about another kiss?" Frank asked impishly as he smiled and
continued to fondle and stroke his own tool.  Johnny leaned closer to him
so they could kiss and again to his surprise, in the middle of the kiss
Frank had taken Johnnies hot, hard cock in his hand and slowly stroked it.
"Does that feel good?" he asked.  Of course John couldn't answer, no answer
was really necessary.

          "Here, I'll let ya do that to me."  Franks words came like
lightening into Johnny's brain.  Oh my God, could he really do that?  Reach
over and touch Franks beautiful cock.  Mind you, not just touch it, but
stroke it!  Yep, he sure could.  And in fact he did just that, he or
whoever was really in control of his actions.  He watched as his own arm
reached over and brought his own little hand to come in contact with Franks
cock.  When his fingers curled around the base of it, the cock felt
unexpectedly hot.  But it also felt very nice. And it fit so perfectly into
his own hand.  Several times, in a hypnotic-like trance, he stroked the
length of it up and down.  And he liked it!! He liked it a whole lot!

          "Wow...." John moaned with pleasure.

          "Yeah! That feels great!" Frank replied.  Another odd feeling
came over Johnny now.  Oddly he felt as if he was doing something he was
sort of meant to do.  He actually got deep into it.  Sliding over closer to
Frank, he switched hands bringing his right arm around Franks body allowing
him to stroke the cock better, and feel Franks body more intimately. Frank
responded by wrapping his arm around John's body and the two hugged each
other tightly.  A moment later they kissed and stayed kissing for a long
time as John stroked the great hard mass of silky hot cock flesh in his
hand.  Frank responded by groaning soft sighs of pleasure.  And in a
moment, John could feel as if the two were one somehow, and that his
stroking of Franks cock was like an extension of Frank and not just
something he was 'doing'.  Yet at the same time it was still all a part of
himself.  It was as if he was able to experience the same sensations Frank
was experiencing, and as Frank panted harder, John stroked the throbbing
dick accordingly, making his hand go faster and faster.  Up and down the
beautiful shaft getting more and more intense with every stroke.

          "Yes......." Frank panted and again they kissed.  This time the
kiss felt like wild fire in his mouth and spread to every inch of his body.
He could feel Frank quiver and even heard his heart beating like some
massive drum beating out a war call.

          "UUUMMMMMMMM..............." Frank muttered, "I'm almost there!!"
John said nothing but concentrated totally on bringing Frank to climax.

          "I.....I'm....." Frank spased, "Uuummmmmmm.........I'm gonna'
cum!  I'm gonna' cummmm!" he croaked.  By now John was perspiring and as he
looked down at the cock with anticipation, he bit hard on the tongue that
was now sticking slightly out from between his lips.

          "Oh Fuck!!" Frank quivered, and then turning his face to John he
said demandingly, "Kiss me........kiss me while I cum!!!"  and as their
lips met and their tongues entangled, John felt a great spasm quake over
Franks whole body.  He felt Frank cling to him even tighter, and then
Franks body convulsed a few times and Johnny felt a wetness covering his
hand.

          Then there was a flood of kisses and caressing between the two
for what seemed to be a long time.  As the moment ebbed, Frank reached up
and into the the piano and pulled out a cloth from somewhere inside the
instrument. Taking Johnny's hand, the one with all the cum all over it, he
smiled and wiped it clean tenderly, as the two of them shared a smile.
Then Johnny took the cloth and softly cleaned Franks dick.

          "Easy!" Frank chuckled, and Johnny responded with an empathetic
smile, and another kiss.

          "That was excellent.  But now I wanna make you cum." Frank
announced looking impishly into Johnny's eyes.  Frank momentarily stood up,
and putting his tool away, re-dressed himself.  Then he threw one leg over
the piano bench and sat down in a straddling position. Grasping Johnny, he
twirled his body around and positioned him so that John straddled the bench
as well, leaning Johnny back onto his own body.  And with that they began
to kiss and cuddle.  At the same time Frank took Johnny's cock in his hand
and began to fondle and arouse him.  From that position Frank was able to
reach around and stroke Johnny's cock with one hand while his other hand
began to tease and fondle Johnny's balls.  The sensation was mind-blowingly
intense!

          "Do you like that?" Frank asked through a kiss, "Is it o.k.?"

          "Yes....." Johnny panted breathlessly, "Oh yes!" and again they
flooded each other with hot kisses.  Knowing exactly what he was doing
Frank stroked Johns ever throbbing hard cock and continued to tease his
churning balls.  In response, Johnny's body twitched and he panted heavily
as his body was brought ever closer to full arousal.

          "Is that good?" Frank whispered as he kissed the side of John's
neck and licked at his earlobe, sending hot flashes of delight from one end
of John's now intensely arroused body to the other.  And in that tender
passion his virginity slowly dissolved and his pristine innocence faded
away from him for ever.

          "Oh God!!!" John panted in reply.  To which Frank stroked harder
and tighter.

          "Like that?" Frank whispered again "Is that the way?" but John
was beyond words now and could only squeal, and began to arch his back,
thrusting his body into Franks.

          "Kiss!!......." John managed to pant, trying to mirror Franks
moment, "Now...."

          "That's right......." Frank smiled, and as they kissed Frank
flailed at John's cock even faster.

           "EEEeeeeeeeeee.........." John gasped.

          "Cum for me......" Frank returned "Cum hard....."

          "YES!!!!!!!!" John grunted passionately.  "OOOOHHHHHH
GGGGOOOODDDDDD..............." and at just the right instant, their mouths
met and as they kissed, that heavenly bliss of rocketing explosive orgasm
shot through Johnny's body in a way he had never experienced before.  His
whole body convulsed again and again as wave after wave of unbelievable
passion swept over and through him time after time.  The pleasure of his
climax was so intense that it was almost painful!  Though it seemed as if
it would never end, finally his body went limp as the last jets of cum
streaked out of him, and totally spent, he collapsed back onto Frank's
waiting body.

          "Wow....."Frank whispered in a smile when the time was right,
"You really came hard."  Johnnie just smiled up at him, still a bit dizzy.
Then he released John's cock and brought his cum soaked hand up for the two
of them to see.  Without speaking, he brought the hand close to his face
and sort of sniffed.  They chuckled a bit, and then he stuck out his tongue
and took a slight lick.  John was in total amazement, and entranced by his
actions.  In the next moment he brought the hand to John's face as if
inviting him to do the same.  He looked at the hand that had worked so hard
to give him pleasure, and once again the 'other person' in control grasped
Franks wrist, drew it to Johns lips and looking into Franks eyes as if for
approval, he gave the cum a lick.  He had tasted his own cum before in
personal experiments, but thought he was the only one who did things like
that.  Obviously he was wrong.

          The two had, from that time on, repeated this mutual masturbation
almost every day.  They did it at school, at John's house in the privacy of
his bedroom.  And they did it in the garage twice, once in the family car
and once in a corner of the garage.  And they did it one afternoon in the
nearby field behind the school once, while everyone else was having gym
class.  Today, if everything went right, they would do it at Frank's house.
His parents were going over to a relatives for dinner and every one but
Frank was going to go.  So they would have the whole and entire house all
to themselves.  This was going to be great!  Maybe they could even get
naked and do it all in Frank's bed!  That thought was echoing in Johnny's
brain, exciting him from the time they had first talked about the
opportunity three days ago.  Wow, to share Frank's bed was a dream like no
other.  Johnny wanted it so bad.

          "Frank!" Mr. Siciliano bellowed as he and Johnny enter the home,
"Frankie!!" he repeated setting down his briefcase and coat to turn to John
and instruct him to wait and Frank would be right down.  The anticipation
mounted, and the moment felt like it took forever.  Finally, the sound of
stocking clad feet rapidly bounding down a carpeted stairway gave way to
the sight of Frank who was clad in jogging short and a T shirt.

          As their eyes met, their faces simultaneously beamed similar
smiles as the thought of what was to come raced into their heads.  John
felt the butterflies fill his insides and tingle him all over causing a
noticeable glow to flood his continents.  Frank stopped on the stares
almost coming all the way down, bent over to see John as he grasped his
legs for support and beamed his own smile as he bit his lip momentarily.

          "Hi!" Frank said through his smile after a moment of silent
warmth.

          "Hi." John returned. A bit embarrassed to be thinking such
thoughts about he and Frank as Frank's dad stood so close to him.

          "I'm up here in my room." Frank continued "Come on up.  We
can...mess around." at that Johnny really blushed.  Not wasting a moment,
John darted over to the stares to follow his love up to his room.

          "I guess he was home." Frank's dad laughed as he continued on
into the kitchen.

          "Yes sir, I guess so." Johnny chuckled, embarrassed once again.

          As Johnny followed Frank up the stares and down the hall to enter
Franks bedroom, his heart was pounding.  Once they were inside the room,
Frank quickly closed the door behind him and almost in the same instant
gently grasped John by the shoulders and the two greeted each other with
kisses, and hugs.

          "I was just messin' around here till you came over." Frank
announced.  At that, Johnny threw himself onto Frank's bed, the place he
was dying to get to.

          "What time will your folks leave?" John asked.  Frank smiled a
broad beaming smile as he looked over at him on the bed.

          "You look good right there." Franks said through his smile.

          "How long before they leave?" John chuckled, Frank just bit his
lip and smiled.

          "Right away, I guess." he replied a moment later.  "Why?  What
did you have in mind?" and they both laughed.

          "I want to get undressed with you and get into this bed." John
announced, testing the waters.  Frank just looked at him for a moment, and
then quietly got up, put a disk of AC/DC in the stereo, and slowly came
over to sit down on the bed with Johnny.

          "Wanna feel it?" he asked in a whisper.  Johnny didn't say or do
anything for a moment.

          "Is it safe?" Johnny whispered, glancing over to his bedroom
door.

          "No, not really." he returned, "But I'd like you to feel it
anyway."  His statement was felt more like a dare, and made Johnny very
anxious.  Filled with fear on one hand and torid desire on the other, a
minute later he drew himself closer to Frank who then reclined on the bed,
leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs a bit.  Lustfully, Johnny
then reached down and grasped at Franks crotch, feeling his balls and semi
hard cock.  And loving every inch of it.

          "It's not hard." John smiled as he massaged the organ.

          "'Cause it's not time!"Frank said as he arched his brow in a coy
smile.

          "Mine is." Johnny smiled back in his own devilish fashion.  There
was a kiss then, and yet another and the petting continued for a moment.
When Frank did get hard it became uncomfortable for him and he abruptly
broke off the petting and stood up, coming off the bed with a heavy,
anxious sigh.  A second later, the door was thrown open by Frank's younger
sister.

          "Frank, daddy says to come downstairs for a minute 'cause we're
ready to go." she announced.  John was startled out of his wits and his
hard on with her unannounced intrusion.

          "Antoinette!!" Frank hollered, startled himself by her entrance
and just generally annoyed with her "Can't you knock first!!" .

          "Frank!!" his dad called from downstairs as he heard the
shouting.

          "Whatever!" she sneered back at him, "Daddy wants you.  Hi
Johnny." she then said with a polite smile as she turned to greet John as
if her brothers harsh words had never even been spoken.

          "Hi...." he retorted still a bit shaken, and he thought about
weather or not she could have seen anything, doing a paniced 'instent
replay' in his mind. Of course she couldn't have, there hadn't been
anything for her to see at that moment, but there was always that nagging
paranoia.  I know you know what I mean.

          "Be right back." Frank said softly to Johnny, "Make yourself at
home." and at the private pun the two boys both smiled and Frank followed
his sister down to the living room.  Johnny listened carefully waiting to
hear the front door close and the car outside start, as soon as it did he
began tearing out of his clothes and threw himself naked in Franks bed.  He
laid back onto the pillow lacing his fingers together at the back of his
head, smiled and waited for Frank to come into the room.  It seemed to take
forever, but finally Frank threw open the bedroom door.

          "Guess what I have!" he had hoped to surprise Johnny with a pair
of ice cold bottles of beer.  But instead he was the one taken by surprise,
and stopped dead in his tracks.

          "What is this!?" he chuckled, as he eyed John who was laying
there naked in his bed with the comforter waist level, a large bulge
underneath.

          "I wanted to be able to lay here in your bed and watch you take
your clothes off." John said in a soft unsure voice.  He was afraid he
might have gone to far, but was desperately and lustfully hoping he had
not.  Frank, still smiling, put the two beers down on the floor next to the
bed.  Turning around silently he closed his door and locked it this time.
Then turning again to stare at John, he smiled and without saying a word
slowly began to peel off his clothes.  Never taking his eyes or his smile
off of Johnny who lay there panting faster and faster with each article of
clothing that came off, fidgeting constantly.  When he was totally naked,
Frank stood there wearing nothing but his smile, his growing hard on, and
his obvious thoughts.  Johnny just swooned.  A moment later they were
together in bed.

          Attacking each other with a barrage of kisses accompanied by a
hot intense session of "roamin' hands and rushin' fingers", they warmed up
their engines and got ready to do their thing.  Shifting back and forth
they would tag team each other.  First Frank would lay on top of Johnny and
caresses and fondle and explore his body.  And then Johnny would lay on top
of Frank and do the same.  This went on for a long time.  Each in turn
would stroke the other, never actually allowing a climax, just bringing
themselves to the threshold of an orgasm.  And then would come a flutter of
kisses and passion, and in the heat of desire, positions would switch and
it start all over again.

          Then, Johnny had been laying at Franks right side, the covers
down exposing both of their naked bodies, and slowly stroking Frank's hard
cock, and admiring it lovingly.  Tired though not bored, he lay his head on
Franks chest for a moment, and began to hear the beating heart within.
Raising his head slightly he gave the chest a kiss.  And without thinking
began a slow trail of soft kisses down Franks chest and onto his stomach.
Instinctively, Frank slid his right arm from Johnny's back up to his neck
and while massaging the soft silky skin, prodded Johnny to go just a bit
farther down with his kisses, and of course Johnny obliged him.  The
sensation began to set Frank on fire.  Johnny wasn't thinking about his
actions, he was just sort of mesmerized by his own passion.  Until he felt
the pressure on the back of his neck getting more intense.  At the same
time the scent of Franks maleness just inches from his face was awakening a
desire from deep inside Johnny.  And the cock in his hand seemed to take on
a new light.  His face was now laying a top Frank's stomach, with his mouth
right about the belly button, and was glaring at the head of Frank's dick.
As he continued to slowly stroke it with his hand, a drop of clear fluid
oozed out of the eye of that luscious, hot cock.  He hadn't realized until
now, but he had been licking his lips with a new found hunger as he gazed
at the member in his hand.

          "Lick it....." Frank whispered.  In his quiet voice, Johnny heard
the words and was touched by the intense heart felt desire that came from
deep within.  The words entered his brain and swept through his senses like
wildfire, and images flared up so filled with lust that Johnny simply could
not deny them!  He raised his head and turned to look back at Frank as he
lay there, the words ' Lick it...' exploding in his head.  There in Franks
face was a look of anguish that Johnny -- even in his innocence -- could
identify as an all encompassing, totally consuming need.  Then he looked
back down at the dick in his hand.  The head was now inflated and fat.  And
the fluid kept oozing out drop by slow drop.

          "Please......!?!" Frank swooned, and Johnny looked back at him
again to see him hide his face with his other arm.  The desire had now
turned to pain.  So, turning his attention back to the dick in his hand he
let his heart lead the way.  Slowly he brought his face closer to the
throbbing cock.  He could really smell the cum, and could no longer deny
the lust driven need inside his own being.  Knowing full well what he was
doing, wanting -- no, passionately desiring it -- he flicked out his tongue
and licked at the ooze. As he did he was amazed to see the whole member
respond, the head inflated yet even more and the entire cock throbbed!
Again he licked.  And realized that he liked it.  He wanted it!  Willfully
parting his soft, tender lips he closed his eyes and took in the head of
Franks hot cock and made circles around and around it with his wet satiny
soft tongue.

          "EEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Frank grunted loudly.
Johnny had never heard him be so loud.  Again there came that prodding
pressure on the back of his neck. "OOHHHHH PLEASE!!!!!"  In that moment,
the breach had been broken, the wall torn down, and the virgin -- was now a
thing of the past.  Johnny was sucking on Franks dick, and loving every
inch, every ounce of it!  He began to suck harder and found the ability to
take more of the shaft into his wet, hot, willing mouth.  As if the
knowledge was born in him, he brought his mouth up the shaft to the tip of
the now huge cock only to take it in again slowly, and repeat the action
again and again.

          "Oh my God........" Frank panted, now raising his body up off the
bed just enough to look and see what Johnny was doing.  As if feeing it was
not enough, or more aptly put, proving by sight what his senses were
telling him his friend was doing!

          "Yes!!! Please......oh yeessss!!!"Frank croaked.  Then Frank dug
his finger tips into Johnny's neck as if to stop him, but not really.  And
he heard Frank instruct him.

          "Be careful.....of your....teeth......"  he announced letting go
of his grip.  For a moment Johnny's insides felt terrible at the thought of
having caused Frank any pain!  But then as he adjusted the working of his
mouth so as to avoid letting his teeth touch the tender skin, he also began
to feel another instinct setting in.  An instinct that said he was now in
control.  He was the pleasure giver.  And it drove him on, heightening his
own lust -- making him grasp at his own now rock hard dick and stroke it
slowly to satisfy his ever building need.

          He could feel Frank twitch and writhe beneath him as he fought
back his own inability forcing more and more of Franks cock into his mouth
until he gaged.  And then driven by passion, he forced in even more until
he could feel the head of Franks dick touch the back of his throat.  He
thought if he took in any more it might reach his stomach!  Bobbing his
head faster and faster up and down again and again, he brought Frank
quickly to the brink of climax.  He could hear the panting and
incomprehensible sounds of the boy who's hot cock he was making love to and
was driven on by them.

          Then a taste of salt came into his mouth, and he had a thought
flash into his head.  All of the wonderful things he was doing would bring
about a result.  Frank would cum, and by the sounds of it would cum really
soon.  So what would he do with Frank's cum when it shot out from his dick?
Should he let it into his mouth?  Would he remove his mouth and stroke the
climaxing dick with his hand?  What were you supposed to do?

          "OOOOOHHHHHH GGGGGOOOOODDDDDD!!!!!!" Frank shouted and his body
arched up off the bed.  "I.......I......I can't hold it!!!"  Johnny closed
his eyes and forced the thoughts fade from him, knowing that when it
happened he would just deal with it.

          "CCCUUUUUMMMMM....." Frank shouted even louder now, and in his
shouting Johnny's dilemma was answered.  "CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!!!!"  With
those words the cock in his mouth seemed to grow and expand beyond belief,
again the taste of salt saturated Johnny's tongue.  Then suddenly something
searing hot shot into his mouth and throat and gagged him just a bit.  Only
because he didn't realise how intense it would be.  For a brief moment he
thought he might get sick, but he managed to force those thoughts out of
his head and tried hard to swallow.  Again and again the hot love juice
shot into his willing mouth, again he gagged, but was able still to force
himself to be in control.  And when his mouth filled and he could take no
more of the fluid, he eased up on how hard he was sucking to allow it to
ooze out of the corners of his mouth and drool down his chin, forming long
white strands.

          A moment later the writhing and spasms of Franks body subsided
and Johnny could feel the cock start to very slowly loose its size.  Frank
was far to spent and drained emotionally to realize, but Johnny was still
in need.  He was there next to him, flailing at his own hard cock, finally
bringing himself to his own beautiful climax.  Exhausted, the two lay there
side by side for a time, in a wonderful after-glow. When they came back to
earth, the two showered together, and then of course changed the sheets on
Franks bed. Carrying the nearly forgotten beers down to the kitchen, to
consume them as they foraged for food to replenish their depleted bodies.
Only to return to Franks room for a little more light petting.

          In the days that followed, they saw each other every day but
didn't have sex every time.  The next time, they had sex was in the music
room again at the piano.  And again Johnny gave Frank head.  But also again
Frank didn't return the 'favor'.  He still took care of Johnny's needs just
by whacking John off.  And because Johnny was still falling in love with
Frank, he let it go and didn't say anything.  Truth be known, it just gave
rise to better and better fantasies when he was alone in his own room at
night, and in the morning when he first woke up.

          Then something very different happened.  The two were in the
music room and had just started to go into some heavy petting.  This time
Frank came right out and asked John to give him head.  So, Johnny took the
opportunity to ask if Frank would return the favor, and go down on him.
But just as they were about to get into it, someone walked in on them!  It
was a senior they both knew.  Like Frank he was one of the four pianist the
school used.  Thankfully they hadn't actually started, and all that might
have been noticed was a pair of hard-on's.  But even that was doubtful.
Still it felt as if Adam, the intruder, knew what was happening.  It was
just a feeling though.  And Johnny brushed it off, getting used to the
paranoia now.

          Adam was himself a very attractive guy.  Short brown hair, blue
eyes, kind of tall, and a very attractive build.  Johnny had seen him in
Gym a few times and liked the somewhat hairy chest he had, underneath the
hair were some very well defined muscles.  It was obvious he worked out,
and looked very good for it.  And his personality was very nice too.  The
sort of guy who would go out of his way to be nice.  He had asked what they
were doing there, and of course they explained it was for the benefit of
his graduation ceremony, and that they had special permission to be there.

          In a friendly manner, he came over to the piano and explained
that he had been looking for some music sheets for the ceremony himself but
couldn't find them, and that led to some rather normal conversation between
he and Frank.  Johnny was getting impatient for him to leave though, he
really wanted to get back to what he and Frank had just started doing.
While Frank and Adam talked about music, he kept trying to signal Frank
with his eyes, but Frank didn't seem to get his meaning.  All of a sudden,
something even stranger happened.

          "So, do you have a class to go to now," Frank asked Adam, "or are
you guys all done?"

          "No, our classes are all pretty much over." he returned as the
three shared the piano bench.  "Just our final's now."

          "Cool!" he said with a smile, and then looked over at Johnny. "Ya
know, Johnny and I were....well just about to mess around."  Johnny perked
up in a panic and at first thought Frank was about to tell Adam they were
going to be doing sexual stuff, but of course that couldn't possibly
happen.

          "Right Johnny?" Frank continued as he placed his arm over John's
shoulder.  John blushed a bright red, but figured Frank was just going to
let Adam know the two wanted to be alone so they could get back to what
they were doing.

          "Yeah...." Johnny smiled looking over first at Adam and then at
Frank, with one on either side of him there on the bench.  ".....we were
just starting."

          "Oh......." Adam said with a sort of grin.

          "You wanna' join us Adam?" Frank asked and his words totally
deflated Johnny.  He didn't want Adam to hang around at all, he wanted the
two of them to be alone to have sex!

          "Gee....." he stammered in return, noticeably a bit uneasy.  "I
don't know."  Then the shock came in full force.

          "I know I'm still hard." Frank said with a grin as he got up from
the bench and exposed his hard on, letting his pants fall to his ankles as
he lewdly stroked it in their direction.  "Johnny sucks my dick better than
anyone."  His words came like an explosion in Johnny's head.  He panicked,
and didn't know what to do!

          "You can suck on both our cocks Johnny," he continued "that would
be hot!"  and at that he leaned foreward, and touched Johnny's lips with
the head of his dick.

          "Hey!" John protested weakly.  He couldn't have been more
embarrassed and kept trying to look over at Adam to see what his reaction
was.  Just then Frank took him by the back of his head and forced his dick
into Johnny's mouth.

          "Come on Johnny," Frank sort of chuckled, "Show Adam how good you
can suck cock." For a moment out of pure shock John did suck on it.  Then
gaining his sensed he shoved Frank away and jolting up from the bench, his
heart aching in his chest, his lips trembling and legs shaking like they
had turned to jello.

           "Come on, don't be silly," Franks said as he stroked his still
hard tool, "me and Adam have jacked off before.  If that's what your
worried about."  And Johnny turned to Adam and felt his stomach go
nauseous.  And then came the real gut wrencher.

          "And he knows you give head." Frank said as if everything was
expected.  Almost pre-planned.

          "WHAT!" John gasped.

          "Sure, come on I brag about how good a cock sucker you are to all
my best pals." he continued.

          "Why did you do that?!?" he cried, looking at Frank in total
horror.  Adam got up from the bench, and was obviously embarrassed not only
for himself but for poor Johnny who now had streams of tears in his eyes.

          "I hate you now....." he shouted at Frank, "I really hate you!"
and at that he ran out of the room.  As he shot through the music room
doors he could hear a loud bang and thought they had thrown something at
him as he ran.  Fearing they might try and come after him, he ran down the
hall, tears raining from his eyes, shoving people out of his way as he ran.
Everything was just whirling by him and nothing seemed real.  He ran out of
the school and headed toward the woods as fast as he could to get away and
be alone.

          There, with the school far behind him, and alone in the woods he
threw himself on the ground and cried, screaming and thrashing.  Was this
what it was all about?  Is this why people laughed at Gay kids, cause they
did this to each other?  And then the real pain came in.  He was in love
with Frank, wanted and desired him.  And he turned out to be a monster!  A
horrible fiend who had just ruined his life for ever.  Sure that's why he
didn't return the act of oral sex.  He had no intentions of ever doing
that.  His whole plan was just to use John.  Worse yet, to use him and then
share him with his buddies! Like he was some whore.  Some animal!  For what
seemed to be a long time, Johnny lay there crying.  Then suddenly he heard
noises, sounds of someone coming towards him.  As he scrambled up from the
ground he could see Adam coming quickly upon him.  Not knowing what to
expect he looked around and finding a stick, picking it up to defined
himself.

          "Johnny!!!!" Adam called to him as he got close to where John was
standing.  He didn't realize until now as they faced each other like this
just how tall and muscular Adam was.  But it didn't matter, he'd fight him
if he had to.

          "Johnny......wow.........I am so sorry!!" he said as the two
finally faced each other.  Johnny was really a mess, his face smeared with
wet blotches from crying and his clothes all undone and covered in leaves
and dirt from writhing there on the ground.  Now as Adam spoke, and his
valiant intentions slowly sank into John's brain, Johnny felt his his whole
body shiver uncontrollably.  He lowered his stick slowly, and turning away
so as not to let Adam see him cry, again began to wale uncontrollably.

          "No.....no....."Adam begged him as he reached out and took the
smaller teen in his arms and hugged him hard.  "Please don't cry.  Please
don't cry!"  Of course there was no stopping him, and after all he had a
perfect right to cry.  Johnny gave up then, and allowed himself to collapse
in Adams arms, feeling as if he even might faint. Adam held his crying face
in his hands, and looking down at him, did his best to sooth Johnny.

          "Don't cry any more Johnny, " he soothed with a hard knot in his
own throat as he tried to wipe the tears from Johnny's face.  "he's not
worth it. He's not worth it!!"  Johnny couldn't speak.  Tears still
streaming from his red eyes, he began to regain his composer very slowly.
Then, with a tender understanding way, Adam again brushed his face with
both his hands and kissed his forehead softly.

          "Please don't think I had any part in that." he began, as he held
John's face forcing their eyes to meet.  "I swear......I'm not like that!"
Then he brought his face to Johnny's and kissed each of his eyes softly,
tenderly.  "Don't cry any more!"  And the two embraced in a loving hug.

          "I......I don't.....I don't know why......." Johnny whimpered,
"Why did he do that!?!" he asked looking up at Adam.  And the two then sat
down on the grass and Adam cradled him in his arms.

          "I am so very sorry." Adam again sighed.  "He's just an ass
hole!"  Adam began, "There is no reason, he's just a fuckin' jerk."

          "I hate him!" John coughed.

          "I hate him now too." Adam agreed, "I hate him for what he did to
you."

          "Yeah." John replied, his lips still quivering.

          "I could never, ever be like that." and as he said it Adam again
took Johnny's face in his hands and gazed into his eyes, "You are so
handsome, and so nice," he began, and using his thumbs, again softly wiped
away tears, "you don't deserve that fuckin' jerk." and once again looking
into Johnny's eyes, he drew their faces together and planted a long, loving
kiss on Johnny's lips.

          "Hey!" Johnny smiled at him a moment later.  And by the look on
his face Adam knew it finally was sinking in.

          "You didn't know I was Gay?" Adam smiled.  Johnny just shook his
head, still sort of smiling and grimacing at the same time.

          "Well....." he smiled back "I sure am." and again he kissed
Johnny. The two leaned back then, sprawling onto the grass.  "Let me take
the pain away." he whispered, and he flooded Johnny's face with a rush of
soft kisses, tenderly rubbing the sides of his face against Johnny's tender
cheeks.

          "You know, " Adam said finally, "I got him for that."

          "What?" John asked not understanding him.

          "Yeah, soon as you ran out of the room, " he explained, "I
fuckin' cocked him good!"

          "You hit him?!" John smiled broadly, as he sat up in excitement.

          "Yep.  Next time you see that fucker he'll be wearing two big
black eyes!"  John never had anyone fight for him.  All of a sudden Adam
looked completely different. Johnny lay back snuggling his head next to
Adam and they gazed into each others eyes.

          "You hit him.......for me?" Johnny swooned looking deep into
Adams eyes.

          "You probably never even noticed me before." he explained, "But
I've been wanting to....well...."

          "You liked me?" John asked as it began to sink in.

          "Yeah" he admitted, "I was just afraid to let you know" thre was
a pause and the two just experienced each other for a moment. "I'd never
let anyone hurt you, ever again." Adam whispered.  For a soft moment the
two then bathed in the warm radiant light love brings.  They said nothing,
kissed a few times, and Johnny began to slowly heal inside.

          "I know you're probably all messed up inside right now,
but....will you consider giving me a chance at loving you?" Adam asked.
Johnny just bit his lip and smiled.  Once again they kissed, a long
passionate kiss complete with tongue and lots of heart.

          "Wanna.......mess around?" Johnny teased through a chuckle.
Adam's eyes grew wide, and he too laughed.  Then they kissed, again.  And
Johnny -- wrapping himself in Adams strong and loving arms -- started over.

				  The End

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