Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 18:56:07 -0400
From: Terry Lynn <pushrod6@gmail.com>
Subject: It Started With A Question - Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

This story contains graphic sex scenes and is intended for persons 18 years
or over. If this does not describe you, please leave now.  This story has
some basis in truth but all names have been changed to protect any real
persons involved.



It Started With A Question - Chapter 1



Shawn couldn't believe what he had just said!  He hadn't meant to ask his
lifelong friend what he had, but the words were out of his mouth before he
even thought about it.

Shawn had known Sam his entire life.  Only two years seperated them in age,
but they had grown up almost like brothers.  They shared many common
interest and spent weekends together whenever it could be worked out.  Now
that Shawn was 16 and had his drivers licence, a whole new world was opened
to them.  Being 1973, gas was cheap and their parents trusted them to not
do anything stupid.

Now, one simple question was about to destroy this friendship.  The two
boys had just left the bowling alley and were heading to Shawn's house.
Sitting in the car at a stoplight, Shawn heard his own voice utter words he
desperately wanted to take back -- "Hey Sam, have you ever jacked off in
front of anybody?"  The silence that followed could be cut with a knife.

Growing up together, they had done all of the usual things that boys do.
They had changed into bathing suits in front of each other, pissed in the
woods when they were hiking and even compared their dicks at different
stages of their lives, so they didn't even give it a second thought to be
nude in front of each other.  But here of late, Shawn had found himself
thinking about Sam in a different way.  He found himself thinking about
Sam's dick with its fringe of hair just above it.  He wondered what it
would look like stiff and standing up.  These thoughts usually came at
night when he was in bed and always ended the same way -- with Shawn
stroking his throbbing dick until he shot his warm cum all over his heaving
chest and stomach.  He didn't know where these thoughts came from, but they
were becoming an obsession.

Now this!  It was like the words had just formed in thin air and fell out
of his mouth.  With a sense of fear deep in his stomach, Shawn looked over
at Sam sitting next to him on the front seat of his old beater of a car.
Sam was just staring back at him, mouth hanging open.  The light turned
green and Shawn turned his focus back to the road.

As the silence grew, Shawn gripped the steering wheel tightly and thought,
"Well fuck it."  If their friendship was going to end anyway, why not drive
the nails deeply into the coffin.

"I mean, I guess you jack off.  I was just curious if I could watch you do
it?"  Shawn cut his eyes over to his friend again who was sitting there
looking down at his hands.  In desperation, Shawn started to talk faster,
"I mean, if you would let me watch you, I would do it too so you could
watch me.  I mean, if you are interested in that."

Again watching the road, Shawn held his breath.  He waited for Sam to tell
him to go to hell and take him on home instead of to Shawn's house.  If he
had not been holding his breath, Shawn might not have heard Sam's response,
he said it so softly.

"You would do it at the same time with me?"

Shawn looked over and said, "Yeah, I would."

Then, even softer, Sam said, "OK."

"What?", asked Shawn.

"OK", Sam Said again a little louder.  "If you will, I will."

Shawn let his breath out with a huge sigh.  "Tonight?"

Sam looked up and smiled a weak smile.  "Yeah, tonight..... if you want
to."

Shawn relaxed his grip on the wheel and felt his whole body relax as well.
Sam hadn't yelled at him or hit him.  He couldn't believe that things were
turning out the way they were.

They turned on to Shawn's street and then pulled into his driveway, parking
next to his parent's cars.  Turning the car off, Shawn and Sam sat still
listening to the eight-track, not looking at each other.

"How do you think we can do this?", Sam finally asked.

"I don't know, let me think a minute", Shawn replied.  It was obvious that
Sam was going to force him make all the first moves since he had started
this madness.

As they sat there, a new song came on the car stereo -- Elton John began
belting out "Jamacia Jerk-Off."

The two boys burst out laughing at the same time and the dark pawl that had
hung over them since Shawn first opened his mouth evaporated.  They looked
each other in the eye for the first time and laughed even harder.

Catching his breath, Shawn said, "How about this.  We wait until my folks
go to bed and go to sleep.  We wait a while to be sure that they aren't
awake.  Then you get up and go down the hall to the bathroom like you need
to piss or something.  Don't turn on the light or anything and wait.  A
little while later, I'll come in with you.  Then we just do it."

Sam sat for a minute, then nodded his head.  "OK".

Plan made, the two boys went on in the house.  Shawn's parents were
watching the late news when they walked in.  His mom looked up and asked,
"Hi boys, did you you have fun bowling?"

"Yeah, it was ok, but crowded.  We saw some of the other guys there, too.
We're pretty beat, so I think Sam and me are going on to bed," shawn said.

"OK, sweetie.  Do you want us to let you sleep in in the morning?
Remember, Dad and I have to both work tomorrow.  Will you be ok on your
own?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine.  Just let us wake up when we want to.  It's been a
long week at school."

Yeah," Sam added.

Saying goodnight, the boys went down the hall to Shawn's bedroom.  Talking
like nothing was out opf the ordinary, they changed into their pajamas, but
didn't look at each other while the stripped to their tighty-whities and
pulled on their shorts pajama bottoms.  Neither boy wore a top to sleep in.
While Sam crawled into Shawn's double bed, Shawn turned on the radio and
turned out the lights, then followed Sam into his bed.  They had shared a
bed together for years, but tonight they both just lay there flat of their
backs, not talking.  The space between their young bodies seemed so small,
but as big as a mile at the same time.

A short while later, they heard Shawn's parents walking down the hall and
heading for their bedroom.  Still in silence and not moving, the boys lay
very still and waited.  In the silence, they heard Shawn's dad start to
snore loudly, like he aways did.  Soon after, they heard his mom's soft
snoring start, even though she would tell you that she didn't snore.

Still the boys were silent and unmoving.  First one song and then another
played on the radio.  Another half-hour passed before Shawn wispered, "Are
you awake?"

From the darkness next to him, Sam responded with a simple, "Yeah."

Waiting for more, Shawn lay still a while longer.  "You still want to?", he
asked.

"I don't know, do you?", came from the darkness.

"If you want to," Shawn responded.

Again the night was filled with silence.

After what felt like an hour, Shawn felt the bed shift and he saw Sam's
silloette as he quietly headed for the door.  Holding his breath, Shawn
listened as Sam crept down the hall to the bathroom and quietly closed the
door.

Shawn lay still for several minutes before he got out of bed just as
quietly and crept down the hall.  Looking at the door, he was relieved to
see that Sam had not turned on the light.  With a gentle touch, Shawned
turned the door knob and stepped into the bathroom.  Closing the door
softly behind him, he heard Sam whisper, "I wasn't sure if you had
chickened out or not."

"No way," Shawn replied and turned on the lightswitch.  The sudden burst of
light blinded them both.  As their eyes adjusted, they stood facing each
other.  Finally, Sam asked, "Now what?'

Shawn looked his friend square in the eye and said, "I guess we should take
our clothes off."

"All the way?"

"Yeah, I guess so -- if you think that is the way to do it."

"OK."

But neither one moved for a minute.  Then, almost like they were being
controlled by someone else, they turned their backs to one other and began
easing their pajamas and underware down their trembling legs.  It was funny
that they turned their backs considering what they were about to do.  Then
slowly, they turned and stood next to each other, looking into the large
plateglass mirror.  Without looking at each other, they could see
themselves from mid-thigh up.

Shawn let his eyes travel from the reflection of Sam's face down his slim
body, looking at his small nipples, the beginnings of a six pack and his
beautiful navel.  Shawn had never thought about it before, but he
discovered that he liked looking at Sam's navel.  He let his eyes rove
lower, finally settling on the object of many a jack-off session.

There it hung, soft and in full view.  Not bad for a 14 year old, Shawn
thought.  It was not that long, fairly slinder and circumcised.  The big
surprise was Sam's balls, with big being the operative word.  They seemed
large for a boy his age, bigger than Shawn's, and the bag hung down very
low.  It made Sam's dick look like it was resting on two fluffy pillows.
Shawn just stared at the object of his fanticies.  Finally tearing hs eyes
away, Shawn looked up to find that Sam was looking at the reflection of his
body with the same expression of interest.  Shawn lowered his eyes an
looked at his own soft dick.  Slightly longer than Sam's, it was decidedly
bigger around, but his balls were drawn up tigher and hiding behind the
shaft.  All in all, he thought they were both beautiful in their own way.

There was that word again -- beautiful.  He had no idea where that came
from.

A moment later, their reflections were looking at each other eye to eye.

Finally, Sam broke the silence, "Now what?"

"I guess we just do what we normally do when we're alone," Shawn replied.
Having said that, he reached for his soft dick with his left hand and
started to move it around and stretch it out a little.  Looking to his
left, he saw Sam's reflected right hand do the same thing, but paying more
attention to his balls.  From that moment forward, Shawn's eyes never left
Sam's "privates".  As he watched, he saw Sam's dick begin to plump up and
lengthen.  Twitching as blood rushed in, the pale skinned dick grew in
length, but not getting much bigger around.  Slowly it began to raise its
red head and the single eye seemed to stare at the mirror and wink at
Shawn.  This caused him to suck in his breath as he responded to what he
was seeing.

Shawn's own dick began to lengthen and expand until it was standing up and
pressing into his navel.  At 6 1/2 inches, Shawn was proud of what he had
between his legs.  But Sam's dick kept getting longer and longer until it
was about 7 inches long.  Slim and long, it did not stand straight up.
Instead, it drooped a little, with a slight downward curve to the shaft.
The head was what caught Shawn's attention next.  The shaft squeezed in
just a little before it got to the flair of the head, which was exactly the
same size as the shaft.  Maybe an inch long,the head came more to a point
instead of being rounded like his.  To Shawn's mind, it looked like a bent
arrow.

Smiling to himself, Shawn moved his hand and wrapped it around his pulsing
shaft.  Then slowly, he began to move his hand up and down his shaft at a
slow pace.  Sam followed suit and began stroking his own shaft.  In
complete silence, they watched in the mirror, matching each other stroke
for stroke.

After only a couple of minutes, Shawn noticed that both of their dicks were
starting to turn red, with Sam's being more noticable against his fair
skin.  Without taking his eyes off of his friend's dick, Shawn opened a
drawer in the cabinet next to him, reached in and pulled out a half full
bottle of Corn Huskers Lotion.  Taking his hand off of his throbbing dick
for the first time since this had started, he opened the top and poured out
a small amount of lotion into his palm.  Setting the bottle down, he went
back to work on his tingling dick.

Sam's right hand stopped in mid-stroke and he cocked an eyebrow.  "What's
that for?"  Shawn stopped stroking as well and replied, "I like to use this
sometimes.  It makes my dick real slick and it feels really good, too.
Want some?"

"Sure", said Sam and held out his hand.  Shawn poured some into it and sat
the bottle back down.  "Just do what you always do, but feel the
difference."

Both boys grasped their dicks and went back to stroking, but a little
faster than before.  "This feels great," gasped Sam and redoubled his
efforts.  As their stroking got faster, their breathing became more ragged.

Soon their hands were a blur.  It didn't take long until Shawn's balls
pulled up tight against his body and he knew what was coming next (no pun
intended).  As the inevitable crept closer, Shawn hobbled over to the
toilet, closed his eyes tightly and shot jet after jet of cum into the
bowl, making a plpping noise as it hit the water.  As he opened his eyes
again, Shawn became aware of Sam's arm pressed against his.  Looking down,
he was just in time to see Sam's cum join his in the toilet.  Sam's grunts
punctuated each jet until it was only a dribble hitting the water.

Both boys were gasping for air and leaning against each other for support.
They continued to lightly stroke their slowly deflating dicks.  As their
heartrates returned to normal, Sam said in a hushed voice, "That was
awsome!"

"Yeah", was Shawn's only respose.  Wringing the last drops from their
dicks, the boys stepped away from the toilet as Shawn reached out and
flushed it.  They stood facing each other for a moment and then reached
down for their clothes that lay bunched on the floor.  In silence, they
dressed and then Sam turned off the light.

"You go first," said Shawn and waited in the darkness.

"OK," said Sam as he gently opened the door and disappeared down the hall.

Shawn counted to fifty and then follwed.  His mind was going in circles
thinking about what they had just done as he climbed into bed next to Sam.
Laying still, flat of his back, he listened to Sam's smooth, even breathing
and realzed his friend was already asleep.  Rolling onto his side, Shawn
saw that it was almost 1 in the morning.  Breathing a heavy sigh, Shawn
closed his eyes and was soon asleep himself.  His peaceful sleep was
punctuated by dreams of huge jets of snow white cum shooting out of the
pointed head of his best friend's dick.  Anyone seeing him sleep would be
bound to wonder whay Shawn smiled all night long.