Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2004 19:27:09 -0400
From: Just Jake <mission_hockey_4_life@hotmail.com>
Subject: From the Heart of a Little Guy V (highschool)

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In the springtime of Grade 10 things between Jon and I really started to
blossom.  We completed the transition from being acquaintances, to
friends, to lovers.  No we hadn't had sex yet, but lovers all the
same.  With our undeniable love between us, we wanted to act like
a couple as much as possible, yet without daring to risk our
cover.  So slowly Jon and I built up the nerve to go see Toy Story
together.  We had debated for so long what would be our first
movie together as a date.  This was the one we both wanted since
it had come out around Christmas time.  We planned things so
carefully, going to see a matinee in an area we thought we
wouldn't be recognized.  Again, as Toy Story had been out in the
theaters since before Christmas we thought it would finally be
safe enough for us to go.  Right?  Well, of course, there were a
couple girls we thought we recognized from school already in the
line when we scanned it to see if we would be lucky enough to go
un-recognized.  Again, we thought.  We weren't even exactly sure
that we recognized the girls as a group from our school.  Still,
the risk made us panic and low and behold, we instead chickened
out and resorted to Plan B which was to see High School High.  It
was a pretty funny movie, but the place was packed for that one so
we didn't dare even lean against each other let alone hold hands.
So our first movie/date was a bust.  There was a little relief
that we couldn't do it, as much as we still wanted to, mixed with
the let down.  We had hoped to cuddle in a dark mostly empty
theatre to a sappy movie, maybe kiss during or after the movie or
hell, I don't know.  We just wanted it to be so special, and truth
be told, it sure didn't turn out to be the romance that we wanted
it to be.

So instead, our `for the record-first ever' movie that we cuddled to was
The Lion King, on video.  We were over at Jon's place one morning
and his mom and sisters had just left for a day at the outlet
mall.  Jon was quite certain that we were interruption free until
at least mid afternoon.  Jon got his duvet from his bed and spread
it out on the couch, closed the blinds and drapes to make it as
dark as possible and lit an orange-vanilla scented candle.  Jon
sat sideways on the couch and I laid down on it with his legs
around mine and my back to his chest.  We switched positions a
lot, until we got comfortable with us both on our sides with Jon
pressed tightly against my back, one arm propping his head up and
the other around me with our fingers entwined.  I couldn't believe
how hard I could get just from the constant contact with another
guy.  I mean I dared to dream of the closeness, but it was even
more than I hoped for.  I was on such an emotional high!  I cried
openly when Mustafa died, knowing Jon wouldn't make fun of me.  I
was so happy there in Jon's arms, it felt so right.  I felt safe
and loved.
Neither of us had seen the movie before, and naturally I really liked Timon
because he is the little guy, and a smart-ass just like me to
boot.  Timon became Jon's pet name for me when we got sexually
aggressive or playful.  I didn't want the movie to end, I didn't
want to have to leave Jon's warm embrace.  I didn't want to forget
the feeling of his many erections pressed against my leg!  After
the movie we made out for better than an hour.  We were shirtless,
in shorts and socks when we started and by the time we couldn't
help ourselves ant longer we down to boxerbriefs.  We had kissed
each other all over; chest, neck, eyes, armpits and of course
lips.  Cautiously Jon slipped his Hanes down a bit to tease, and I
did the same.  Little by little we both ditched the gitch.  This
was the first time we ever were just sitting there facing each
other naked without a blanket or sheet over us.  I for the first
time ever got to take in the sight of Jon in all his beauty.  His
dick was hard as was mine, his balls were slightly hairy where
mine were still smooth and he had hair going form his balls to top
of his butt crack.  We kissed a lot and got into positions where
he was on top of me or me on top of him.  We didn't go for broke,
that was enough for the time.  I badly wanted to touch all of Jon,
but was, as usual, too nervous to make the first move.  So was he.
We finished by facing each other, sitting on the floor with our
crotches close together.  My feet on either side of his butt, his
were crossed over behind my back.  We jacked ourselves off that
way and came on each other.  This was the first time that I wasn't
grossed out by his cum.  Rather than getting up right away like
usual and clean ourselves off, we instead held each other in that
embrace and kissed some more.  I gave Jon my black and grey
striped Calvin Klein Boxerbriefs to keep that morning, and took
his white Hanes for myself.  That was when I knew I was in deep,
when I first realized that Jon really did own my heart.

My birthday is June 13th, and as it was on a Friday it was a big deal for
the bikers that year.  A few days prior they all had gone
somewhere (Sturgess?) to hang out with other bikers.  So on my
birthday I got to go with mom to Uncle Sonny's restaurant for
dinner.  Mom was home rather than with Arnie, she couldn't go
because she had work and her school/work placement holding her
back.  Otherwise I don't think my 15th birthday would have meant
squat to her, I mean I still didn't get anything from her for it
other than dinner.  Arnie at least gave me some money to get new
running shoes with before he left.  Anyhow, Sonny is dad's younger
brother.  He's the only quasi-respectable one between dad, Arnie
and himself.  Mom got weird and acted like she gave a shit about
me.  She kept asking me if I would like to work at a fancy place
like that.  When I returned from the washroom I got a free
birthday dessert from Sonny and mom and him were talking.  Yeah,
that was some birthday; Sonny didn't even charge us for the dinner
so mom got off free!

By the time summer came Jon and I had fallen into a pretty regular routine
of jerking off together and some incredibly hot kissing, and after
helping out at the Prom night last June we even finally got to
touching each other!  On Prom night last year Jon and I were on a
committee through Coach to help out behind the scenes with the
graduation ceremony.  Basically the teachers could read the
itinerary just as well as anyone else so Jon and I didn't ever
really do anything.  The kicker was that we were coat check at the
dance later and were passed a lot of free beer and weed.  Actually
we weren't given nearly as much as we were told to safeguard and
not tell about under risk of getting our asses kicked, but still,
it was enough.

Neither of us drank yet but we both had been introduced to weed so we
hoarded like 5 joints worth and smoked it all after at my place.
We were reading some story on Nifty and smoked like too much weed.
Jon wanted something more graphic so we switched stories and read
one about guys in a dorm.  That got us both real horny and we both
quickly shucked off all our clothes.  When I went to sit down Jon
was already in the chair and I sat on his hard-on.  He yelped a bit
cuz it hurt him and I sprang back up off of him.  Whispering, we
started kidding back and forth over it until I offered to kiss it
better.  I don't know what came over me because I know having said
that that he would really want me to and I totally didn't want to
then.  I had gotten used to looking at it without being too
embarrassed, and wanted to touch it so much, give him a hand job
and play with it but I still didn't want to give him a blow job.

"I'll kiss yours if you kiss mine," Jon offered.

"What if you shoot your load or something, that's gross." I tried to weasel
my way out of it.

I didn't really get much chance to argue because Jon just lunged forward off
the chair and wrapped his mouth around my dick.  Oh wow, did that
feel good!  But of course I was too chicken-shit to do it back to
him and he let it go without pressuring me.  I felt really bad, so
I tried to make up for it by asking if I could give him a hand job
maybe instead.  This is something that I really wanted to do, and
didn't at the time realize that Jon would have gone all the way
with me if I wanted any time.  So I touched his dick really gently
at first, totally blown away by finally getting to feel his dick.
It was like 5 «" maybe, but about as thin as mine.  But damn, it
sure beat my 4" chubby and I had wanted to touch it since the first
time I saw it!  I started clumsily by trying to stroke it but kept
hitting him too hard in the balls.  Jon got me to stop, pushed me
onto my bed and laid me down.  After turning off my computer, he
laid down beside me and put my hand back on his dick.  It was so
awesome!  My arm usually gets tired on like the 2nd or 3rd jerk of
the day, and it was tired now, but like hell if I was going to let
that stop me.  I guess I wasn't doing it right for him because he
again grabbed my hand and showed me how he likes it.  He asked if I
would at least spit on it for some lube again reassuring me that it
was ok that I didn't want to suck his dick.  I did too!  Not suck
on it, but I did manage to moisten his shaft with my tongue.  It
was a bit of a turn on, I felt mixed if I should just go for it and
give him a blow job, not that I really knew how to, but I decided
to take the easy out and not do it.  When it all too soon got to
dry again I lazily figured I'd just lick my hand to get it wet
again.  But when I was licking the palm on my hand I accidentally
got a taste of Jon's precum and was totally grossed out.  I stopped
jacking Jon off then, but he still returned the favor for me anyhow
and jerked me to a quick climax.  His hand job was better than
anything I had ever given myself really, and I memorized what he
was doing so I could do it to myself when I was alone.  I had only
ever just stroked up and down before, I thought that was the way to
do it and never thought that if you flick your thumb at the head or
twist your palm over it that it would feel even better.  After
getting my cum all over his hand Jon quickly used it as lube and
finished himself off.  Jon took a gob of his cum mixed with the
leftovers of mine and ate it.  That was a turn on even if I
couldn't bring myself to do it.  I guess it was the combination of
the cumshot and the weed probably, I fell asleep naked on top of
the bed sheets almost right after Jon came.

I woke the next morning on top of my bed sheets still, naked of course.  Jon
was half under the sheets on my bed with his bare ass sticking out.
Through the morning fog that always accompanies my just waking up,
I realized then that the noise that had woke me was my door being
closed!  I thought I had locked it the night before, especially
intending to smoke up and look at stories.   In fact I was sure of
it, but yet I guess I didn't. I had heard mom and Arnie whispering
pretty intently as I woke Jon and got him out of bed.  Man, I
thought I was busted.  Which of course I was, but not for being a
faggot, not yet anyhow.  Breakfast was really awkward, I was busted
for the weed that my room reeked of.  At breakfast mom was all like
`you sure you don't want anything in your omelette, maybe some pot
perhaps?  Huh?  And seeing as your big boys how about you wash it
down with some whisky or a can of Miller?'

I somehow looked to Arnie in a futile hope for help, but he was useless and
laid into me too.  He was like `you two were so wasted you couldn't
even get into your PJ's and into bed, you just circle jerked and
fell asleep together!  Let me know when you can handle the shit and
I'll give you all you could ever want.  Or maybe at 14 you're ready
for some harder shit like crack, or heroine.  Then you can wake up
naked in a complete stranger's bed instead!  Kids are growing up
faster nowadays!'

Horrible timing I know, still I couldn't help but laugh.  I mean here is
this big tough biker dude, pretty respected by the guys he rides
with (he does have an `affiliation') and he's calling my pajama
pants PJ's!  And I know he's tried everything there is to try drug
wise and he's giving me shit!  Laughing only caused me more grief
though.  I've learned that Arnie doesn't take well to being laughed
at, especially when he feels he's in the position of authority, or
at least in his tainted view of being in the right.

Then mom was practically slamming the burnt yet still runny omelettes on our
plates and asking if I ever saw her and Arnie ever touch anything
worse than beer or the odd bottle of Jim Beam.  (Yes I have mom,
how about the rails you guys snort?  Not to mention the joints you
make to look like cigarettes.  And no, I don't think Jim Beam and
Yukon Jack are supposed to replace OJ regularly at the breakfast
table, you crack whore!  I mean what the fuck?  You're some sort of
angel?  You're getting laid by dad's brother, I don't think that
June Cleaver would do that either.  Hey Beav, how about you play
stupid while your uncle rides me?  But that for sure wasn't the
time for me to say so.)  Man, Jon and I got blasted for like an
hour before Jon got sent home.  I got it all morning from her until
I finally got sent to go clean up Arnie's parts shop as punishment.

After a week of doing slave labor at Arnie's shop and garage I actually
hated weed.  No, on second thought I hated my mom and dad for being
so shitty.  Weed was still all good, just not at home.  Arnie was
actually pretty cool to me out of mom's sight, but still promised
me that if he ever finds me smoking anything, cigarettes, pot,
hash, anything, he'd kick my little ass!   Then he'd be nice again,
telling me I can amount to something because I'm smart, and not to
be like him and my mom, and especially not like my dad.  After my
punishment week was over Arnie got me helping out again regularly
the next week, working again as a clean-up bitch and coffee gopher
for free.  That week at Arnie's ended with a visit from that Uncle
Sonny.  Arnie had asked his brother to come by the shop before work
so they could talk.  After they talked Arnie told me to get the
hell home and clean up and be at Sonny's restaurant at 3:00 and to
bring Jon too if he wanted a summer job.

Jon and I hadn't had any time for each other because I was grounded on the
weekends and Mom had tones of chores for me to do daily after I got
home on weekdays.  So when I called him that afternoon it was the
close to the first time Jon and I had talked in the two weeks since
he got sent home.  We went to my uncle's restaurant and were hired
as bus boys.  One of Sonny's managers wanted us to be dishwashers
but agreed with him that I was too small, and conceded to Sonny
that we could both bus.  So Jon and I got home and had to get pants
and shoes for the new job.  I also got a real hair cut for the job
rather than the usual clippers in the back yard job!  This past
summer we got to clean tables at Sonny's restaurant and had a great
time.  I got so many customers and chicks on staff oogling over me
that I was so small and so cute, it made Jon so jealous!  Of course
as I was still only 4'3" by the end of the summer Jon had grown to
more than a full foot taller than me at 5'7".  Man did he have a
growth spurt.

So that summer I got treated like a star because of my stature and Jon had
to do more work than me because he was bigger.  I may have played
it up at work, but he evened things out though in our private time.
I sort of became his bitch, and on the last weekend of the summer
break I also had finally become the little cock-sucker I've been
accused of being by my mom when she's drunk, high, or just plain
mad about something or other I forgot to do.  Tee-hee!  The first
time was after a slow night that Jon and I were both working that
we got let go early from.  We took our tips and bought some pot off
of one of the kitchen guys and went over to Jon's place.  His mom
and two older sisters were in bed by the time we eventually got
there.  His oldest sister Deanna hot-boxed with us and then took
off for her boyfriends.  Jon and I fooled around in his pool and
eventually our shorts came off.  I was perversely curious about
what dick tasted like after getting a bit of Jon's precum the night
I caught him eating both of ours.  I had tried my own cum after
that night and was grossed out by it at first, but had a growing
urge to taste Jon's dick anyway.  Getting out of the pool we lied
down on towels, under the awning that covered his deck and started
to fool around.  I went for it finally.  I think I gave Jon the
worst blow job ever, scratching his dick with my teeth more times
than I care to say but before I would have expected it he shot in
my mouth.  It was so gross, but the look on his face was so happy.
You see, I had told him somewhat jokingly that I wanted to try his
cum a few days before that, so he didn't let me know he was cumming
until I actually felt his cum squirting in my mouth so I wouldn't
chicken out.  I guess he knows me pretty well!!!!  You bet, I
gagged.  I guess I was swallowing at the time he shot, because I
even accidentally swallowed some before spitting out the rest.  Jon
then returned the favor and gave me a blow job too.   Unlike the
first time he had done this for me I wasn't really into it at all,
because I thought I was going to be sick because he had cum in my
mouth and because I had swallowed some.  I warned him when I was
close, giving him fair warning.  That only made him go at me
harder.  As I started cumming Jon took me as deep into his mouth as
he could and tried to swallow most of it.  We made out for a while
afterwards and I have to tell you Jon didn't really mind the taste
of cum nearly as bad as I did.  It was something that I hoped would
happen, and had jacked off to thoughts of it, but to actually have
Jon cum in my mouth was something I also really dreaded at the same
time.  But now it had happened, and I totally felt all yucky about
it.  After that night I hesitantly started sucking Jon off somewhat
regularly but never got to the point that I would let him cum in my
mouth again.  I still to this day don't like cum in my mouth.  (Oh
well, I now like it somewhere else so that's even better!)