From: an395341@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury.....)
Reply-To: an395341@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 05:11:38 UTC
Subject: JimStory (love, m/m, excellent) 1/1
Greetingz. It be me, Mercury.
This story is special. I know everybody and their fucking
brother has it. Because it's good. And everyone's posting it
everywhere. But let me give you a motherfucking history lesson.
I know who wrote this. My best friend. This story was
written at my request. Years ago. His first attempt at erotica,
maybe. So fucking appreciate it. It's good. Partly from his own
experience as a boy.
Jim's Story
Jim was fourteen when this story starts. He was a good looking
kid of slender build, creamy skin, longish blond hair which tended to
hang down over his brown eyes, an infectious laugh, a devastating
smile, and sexual equipment which would have looked good on a
sixteen-year-old. Additionally, he had a very healthy case of horny
which demanded satisfaction every day, a firm little ass that looked
like it would fit into a teacup, and a happy uninhibited attitude
toward life. His dick, when hard, turned up at a saucy angle and was
really quite pretty to look at. One thing that troubled him
sometimes, however, was the fact that while other boys his age seemed
to think girls were fun to look at and think horny thoughts about, Jim
thought that boys were much more inspiring in that way than girls. Of
course, he knew better than to say anything about it to anyone, and
actually no one in the world knew that boys turned him on. He was
sociable and fun to be with and was quite popular at school. Not
actually a jock, he was nonetheless a pretty good athlete. He was
strong and wiry and couldn't easily be defeated in wrestling.
Every year since the first grade Jim had had a "crush" on some
boy at school. He was always very careful not to let the boy he loved
realize the strength of his affection, and he acted the typical casual
role that boys have played since the beginning of time. At night he
would make love to his pillow and dream of actually holding the boy he
loved. At first his love for other boys didn't seem to have anything
to do with sex. He had learned about sex by jacking himself off in
private at the age of twelve. This came about one afternoon when he
happened to be towelling himself off in the shower at the school gym.
There was no one else in the locker room when he had turned off the
shower, but as he started to leave the shower he heard footsteps and
ducked back in. Two boys he knew came in to get something out of a
locker, and they were talking about jacking off. Steve, who was
fifteen, was talking to Jerry who was twelve.
"Come on, Jerry, I don't believe you can't do it!", he was
saying.
"Well, I've tried the way you told me. I get it hard and start
working on it, but after a while it always hurts and I have to stop."
"Have you tried hand cream?", asked Steve.
"Nope. I tried soap one time in the bathtub and it got into my
dick and started to burn."
"I've got some cream here in my locker, I think. Just a
minute."
Jim was thinking, "Oh, no! They're not really going to jack off
right here with me watching! They don't know I'm here! What if they
find out? I better be real quiet." So he carefully went back into
the shower and looked at Steve and Jerry through a small hole that
someone had put in the shower wall to hang a shelf which had since
been removed.
"Pull down your pants, Jerry!", said Steve. He had gotten the
hand lotion out of his locker and put some on Jerry's rapidly
hardening dick. "Now work on it. I'm going to jack off too." Steve
pulled his shorts down and both boys sat on a bench facing Jim.
Before long they were both hard and going at it. From time to time
Steve added a little of the lotion to Jerry's dick and also got some
more for himself.
"OK, Jerry," Steve said, "just keep that up and pretty soon
you'll start feeling it."
"I'm already feeling it," said Jerry. This cream sure feels
soft!" He moved his ass on the bench a little and stretched out his
legs.
"That's the idea" Steve urged, doing the same thing himself.
"If it starts to hurt, just slow down a little bit and think horny."
"Yeah. I think I see what you mean", Jerry said rather
breathlessly. He would pump until he felt a little uncomfortable and
then he would slow right down to almost nothing and move his ass and
legs a little bit. Then he would increase the speed again and would
feel a wonderful sensation which seemed to be building up to
something. Each time it seemed to build higher and higher.
In the meantime, Jim was hard as a rock himself, but he didn't
dare do anything with his dick because he was afraid they might hear
him.
Jerry was now on his last build-up. He put his knees together
and worked his dick like mad. He was frowning with concentration and
had his lips compressed. Every muscle in his body was tight,
especially the stomach muscles. This time he knew he wasn't going to
have to stop or slow down. He felt like he was going over the top.
The feeling built up more and more until a warm feeling of horny
ecstasy flowed all over his groin and ass. He involuntarily went
"Uunh! Uuuunh!" and released his muscles. His legs shot apart and
white cum shot out of his dick. It wasn't as much as he'd seen come
out of Steve, but it felt just as good! Suddenly stroking his dick
hurt, so he slowed down again to almost nothing and found that as his
dick spurted it felt good to work his dick kind of slowly until it was
all over. Meanwhile Steve was building to his climax and came all
over himself.
"Well, you finally did it!" he said to Jerry.
"Damn!" Jerry said. "That felt better than anything I've ever
felt in my life!"
"And it's better than anything you ever WILL feel in your life,
bo!"
Steve and Jerry pulled up their shorts and left. Jim waited a
few minutes to make sure they were gone and came out of the shower.
He put on a cotton shirt and a pair of jeans and left for home. Jim
never wore any underwear. His mom used to fuss at him about it, but
she had finally given up. Jim was a kind of "nature boy" at heart and
didn't really like anything artificial. I guess he would have gone
naked if he could have gotten away with it. Especially in the summer
time.
Now you were probably expecting Jim to learn how to jack off by
imitating Steve and Jerry while he was still there in the shower. But
Jim had a little too much class for that. He had very strong sexual
feelings even at this early age of twelve. He knew exactly what
"horny" meant because he often got very, very horny. He just hadn't
been able to do anything very specific about it. But he didn't like
to associate this wonderful feeling with sordid surroundings like
dirty locker rooms and restrooms. Being a sort of nature boy, he had
a special place in the woods near his home. He liked going there alone
and swimming nude in the stream and later drying off in the sun on a
flat rock. He decided to go there today and see if he could do what
Jerry had done, but in more pleasant surroundings. He had built a
treehouse near the stream. It was an unusually well equipped
treehouse. He had found a large cast iron griddle and mounted it on
nails so it didn't actually touch the wood of the treehouse. He could
build a fire on this griddle and stay warm in the winter. The
treehouse had roll-down plastic sides to keep out the wind. One day
he had found a discarded metal lavatory cabinet, and he had nailed it
up to the tree trunk. This provided a convenient place to put things
he might need, and anything he put there was safe from rain whenever
he wasn't there. Of course, he had friends who sometimes went with
him to the tree house. They had even tried to jack off sometimes, but
without ever being able to shoot. But a lot of the time our Jim just
went there all by himself. He always got a special mysterious feeling
in the woods with the sound of the birds and the stream and the wind
in the trees.
Today he stopped by the house first and got a squeeze bottle of
skin lotion out of the linen cabinet. He stuck it in his shirt so his
mother wouldn't see it and ask embarrassing questions. On the way out
through the kitchen his mom called out, "Where are you off to?" and he
answered, "Just goin' to the woods. Be back for dinner!" Jim got along
very well with both his parents. They were quite well off financially
and lived in the suburbs of a fairly large city. Behind their house
the ground sloped down to Jim's famous stream, which he and some other
boys had damned up to make a great swimming hole. There were other
houses in the neighborhood, of course, but the woods went on and on
for miles. It was a great place for boys to go when they didn't want
to be seen.
Today Jim stepped out onto his familiar flat rock and took off
his clothes. His dick was quite hard because he knew what he was
getting ready to do. He decided to take a swim before starting in and
he left the skin lotion propped up against his rolled up jeans on the
rock and dived into the cool water. It felt delicious. He floated on
his back and looked up at the sky framed by the branches of the big
oak trees. He looked at the trailing vine that he and other boys used
to jump into the water. His dick was a little softer from the cool
water, but not much. It was lying against his flat tanned tummy. He
looked at it and made it move a little. When he did that it swelled
up and got hard and lifted off of his tummy a little. With his right
hand he encircled the place just below the head of his dick with his
thumb and forefinger. He was circumcised, but he didn't at that time
know what that really meant. He had never seen a boy who was not
circumcised. He squeezed with his thumb and forefinger and wrapped
his other fingers around the shaft. It felt so good! He pulled his
dick a little, not letting his hands slip. That felt good too! He
pumped his fist up and down, again not letting his hand slip on his
now rock hard dick. That felt really good! So he decided to let his
dick slide a little in his hand. But both his dick and his hand were
wet and the sliding was kind of uncomfortable and intermittent. So he
turned over and swam to his rock. It was a hot summer day, and the
rock was warm and clean. It felt good to lie down and feel the warmth
on his legs, ass, and back. The birds were singing, the stream was
flowing, and the trees were moving languidly with the light summer
breeze. That mysterious feeling of being a part of nature was
beginning to come over him, and he noticed for the first time ever
that it went as well with the horny feeling as cookies go with milk.
He stroked his dick gently and felt very peaceful. He knew from lots
of practice that there were different feelings in different parts of
his dick. The head of his dick was very sensitive. It looked exactly
like a pink rosebud, and he could make it swell up by contracting his
anal muscles. He usually also contracted his butt muscles when he did
that. He touched the rose bud lightly and it felt wonderful. Farther
down the shaft of his dick it wasn't so sensitive, and he always
enjoyed squeezing that part. And the part just below the head always
felt very good to work back and forth without slipping.
"Well, it's time for something new!" he said aloud. He opened
the bottle of lotion and squeezed some out onto his dick and put some
in his hand. The cream felt cool on his dick, but when he wrapped his
hand around it and began to stroke slowly back and forth the sensation
was perfectly unbelievable! He noticed that his stomach muscles would
involuntarily contract at a certain part of his stroke. He cooperated
with these involuntary contractions and started moving his hips in
time with his strokes so that it was a combination of being jacked by
his hand and fucking his hand. His hand was very slippery, and his
hard dick slid back and forth. The sensations were growing very fast.
Jim noticed that he was breathing hard. He increased the speed of his
thrusts and bit his lip. He thought he must be frowning kind of like
Jerry did. He closed his eyes and squeezed harder while his muscles
got tighter and his dick slid back and forth faster and faster.
Suddenly there was a crescendo of the horny feeling and it felt like
something between his legs contracted with a full, indescribably
delightful feeling. He groaned a little without really meaning to and
experienced a spasm of his stomach muscles which thrust his pelvis
with a jerk up from the rock. At the same time he felt the muscles at
the base of his dick give a jerk and a spurt of white stuff landed on
his chest. He could feel his anal muscles rhythmically contracting
and with each contraction another drop or so of sperm came out of his
dick, each contraction producing a little less sperm than the one
before it. The indescribably good feeling was still so strong that he
wondered how he could stand much more of it, but the contractions
became less and slowed down and the feeling faded slowly away until he
was lying there still breathing hard and knowing that he had really
done it!
Well, he lay there quite a while in the warm sun. He put a
finger in the sticky white cum on his chest and found out that it
would stick to his finger and make a long string. It smelled like a
freshly laundered shirt, only stronger. He thought of tasting it but
decided against it. When his breathing settled down he noticed that
his dick was getting back on the soft, and he dove into the water
again. It felt great! When he knew he was clean he came out of the
water and after drying in the sun for a few minutes he put his clothes
back on. Then he went up into the tree house with the bottle of
lotion and put it on a shelf in the cabinet for future use. Then he
just sat in the tree house and thought things over. So that's how
babies are made! It's the same thing dogs and cats do to each other.
Also he had seen horses do it. He supposed that some day he would
have a wife and would come inside her and have children of his own.
But that left the mystery of why he only seemed to fall in love with
other boys. But he knew he could do it to a girl if he just decided
to. No problem. And the more he thought it over the more he was glad
that he fell in love with boys instead of girls. You could have a lot
more fun with another boy than you could ever have with a girl.
Unlike a lot of young guys he worked it out in his head so that he had
no feelings of inferiority about it. Lucky Jim!
So Jim had discovered sex and from that day on it was very
unusual for a twenty-four hour period to go by that he didn't come at
least once. He tried it all sorts of ways. He found out that he
could fuck a pillow and come that way. He even tried sucking himself
off, and that was how he first found out what sperm tasted like. It
tasted kind of good. He thought that maybe it would make a good salad
dressing! But his favorite place to jack off was still the rock down
in the woods. That mysterious feeling of being one with nature always
made it better!
So now we're back to Jim's fourteenth year. It was summer
again, and that spring a new house had been built up on a hill not far
from his own house. He could see it going up from his rock. Finally
the day came for the people to move in. He went over on his bike and
noticed that the new family consisted of a mother, a father, and a boy
who looked to be just Jim's age. But then Jim did a double take! The
new boy was so beautiful it made his toes curl up! He had dark hair
and blue eyes and a very serious expression. But there was something
kind and wise about those eyes too. Jim found himself thinking about
Alan every night before he went to sleep. He knew that he was in love
with Alan and pretended that his pillow was transformed somehow into
the great guy he supposed Alan to be. There was nothing sexual about
this, at least not at the level of awareness. It was just love and
the desire to know him better and be close to him and hug him. Jim had
been in love before and knew that love seemed to come and go. It
would be strong for a few months and then it would gradually fade
away. Especially after he got to know the boy and found that he had
no serious thoughts and didn't feel one with nature in the woods. But
somehow he felt that Alan was going to be different. Sometimes his
feelings were so strong that they scared him a little and he often
thought that maybe he should fight against this feeling. But, as is
usual in such cases, he was unable to keep himself from riding over on
his bike almost every day in hope of getting to know Alan.
When it did happen, Jim had nothing much to do with it anyway.
He was reading a science fiction novel by Heinlein one afternoon when
he heard the scrunching of gravel in the driveway. He went to the
window, and there was Alan riding a shiny racing bike up the driveway.
Jim rushed downstairs, and when Alan came onto the porch he opened the
door.
"Hi!" he said. "My name's Jim. You must be the new guy who
lives up on the hill."
"Right you are!" said Alan. "My name is Alan and I thought I'd
come over and meet you. I've seen you riding your bike."
"Well, come in and let's get acquainted." Jim led Alan into the
living room and they sat down. "Are you going to Hillcrest this
fall?"
"Yep", replied Alan. "My first year in high school. Will you be
there too?"
"Oh yeah. I'll be a freshman too."
"Good, then," said Alan and blushed a little.
Jim didn't know what to say so there was an awkward silence.
Then inspiration struck. "Come on up and I'll show you my room and
stuff."
"Great." Alan had an easy way about him and Jim knew that this
was going to be one fantastic friendship.
And it was. Alan was not like other boys Jim had been attracted
to. His interests weren't exactly the same as Jim's, but he had real
interests and knew a lot about many things. Jim liked to read science
fiction and Alan was interested in astronomy. Alan liked Beethoven
and Jim liked Beethoven too but also Led Zeppelin. Jim was bright and
cheerful almost all the time and laughed easily while Alan was more
serious and tended to be shy at the oddest moments! Later when they
studied the famous poems L'Allegro and Il Penseroso they decided that
the former had been written to describe Jim and the latter to describe
Alan. That summer was a memorable time for Jim and Alan. They were
always together. Of course Jim showed Alan the swimming place and
they spent some time there almost every day. They weren't at all shy
about swimming together nude but they never became sexually aroused
during those swims. Jim was aware of a need to keep himself occupied
in horseplay so that he wouldn't have time to think of sex because, of
course, he was afraid that Alan would think he was weird if he didn't
maintain the image of sexlessness. Jim of course wondered whether
Alan had similar feelings for him. Sometimes he thought he would
catch Alan looking at him with affection, but then Alan would seem to
notice Jim looking at him and would instantly change his expression to
a more ordinary one. Jim sometimes got curious about whether Alan was
interested in girls. Alan told him he had had a girlfriend before he
moved, but he didn't say much about her. Alan was always fun for Jim
to watch. He moved with force and decision. There was nothing
feminine about either of these boys. Jim especially admired Alan's
shiny dark hair which was perfectly straight and not quite as long as
Jim's. In the nude Alan looked very attractive with a somewhat darker
patch around his dick than Jim had. Alan was not circumcised, and it
was hard for Jim not to stare at Alan's dick. Jim was puzzled about
the appearance of Alan's dick, but he didn't dare ask about it. He
couldn't admit to Alan that he didn't know. So he kept on looking
at Alan's dick, and he caught Alan looking at his more than once. But
this was not unusual. Jim had noticed that at school the guys tended
to look at each other and then to look away if anyone noticed they
were looking! The best times were divided between hours spent in the
treehouse, which Alan especially admired, talking about the meaning of
life, the other side of space, the end of time, the existence of free
will, and whether it was possible to build a perpetual motion machine,
and other equally enjoyable times when they would spend the night
together. They would stay awake sometimes until the sun started to
come up. But they never talked about feelings of love and they never
talked about sex except in a superficial and joking way.
School started and both boys were kept quite busy with the
normal schedule of schoolwork and social activities. But they still
managed to get in some time together. There was a girl at school who
wanted Jim to pay her more attention. Jim liked her all right, but he
didn't remotely love her. One day she became impatient with him and
said, "Well, everybody can see you always look at Alan and he doesn't
have eyes for anybody but you!" She turned on her heel and left in a
huff. Her remark started Jim thinking furiously. He was so busy
thinking about what she had said that he couldn't even factor an easy
polynomial that afternoon. "What's the matter, Jim?" said Mr.
Thacker, the algebra teacher. "You seem to be on another planet
today!"
It was Friday and Alan was to spend the night with Jim. They
were lying silently in the dark in twin beds. But the beds were
pretty close together to make more space in the rest of the room.
Alan was the first to speak.
"Jim?"
"Yeah?"
"Thought maybe you had gone to sleep."
"Nope. Just lying here thinking."
"Me too. I've been trying to decide whether to tell you or
not."
"Tell me what?" Jim was immediately curious. "Now you're going
to have to tell me or I'll die of curiosity!" he said propping himself
up on one elbow.
"Well, it's kind of serious."
"And that's not surprising, coming from you!"
"OK. I'll just go ahead and tell you. I 've been thinking . .
well, it's hard to say it."
"Alan, I've been thinking of some things I'd like to tell you
too but they're hard to say and I think I know what you mean."
"You can't be for real!'
"Oh, I'm for real all right. But you brought it up, so go ahead."
"Well, you'll probably think I'm silly. Maybe even something
worse than silly, but I guess I've just got to tell you. It's about
. . well, us. You and me. Is that anything like what you've been
thinking about?
"You hit it right on the nose, Alan. I've got a lot of things I
want to tell you about you and me, but I'm scared to bring it up!"
"I can't believe this! But what sort of things? You think I'm
a dork or something?"
"No. Just the opposite. If I thought you were a dork it would
be easy. Alan, I'm scared that I like you too much."
"Thanks for saying it. I have the identical same problem! I
just think about it a lot. I've never had a friend like you. I think
you are the best friend I ever had and I just wanted to tell you
that. So now you can make fun of me if you want to. I won't care."
"Make fun of you? You're out of your mind! I know you're the
best friend I ever had. I've sometimes thought we should have an
agreement or some kind of sacred pact to seal our friendship forever.
That's what I think about. Forever."
There was a moment of silence. And then Alan said, "I wish you
could know how happy I feel right now, Jim. I was worried that it was
all on my side."
"And I had the same worry! I'm really glad you brought it up."
Jim felt more self assured now. "The thing of it is that it's more
than just liking you. I actually think I love you!"
Both boys were lying with one hand off the bed. Their hands
were just inches apart. And there was some kind of magnetic force
that was drawing those hands closer together. Then there was contact.
And then they were clasping each other's hand fervently. They were
both trembling with the ecstasy of this first non-casual contact. It
was as if there were some kind of electricity flowing between them.
Jim looked over at their clasped hands and was surprised that they
didn't glow in the dark!
They lay still with their hands joined. Alan was so overcome
with emotion that he felt that he was going to cry. And then all at
once his body shook with the first sob. Jim felt the shaking and
said, "Alan, are you laughing?"
But then Alan, who was speechless, gave an audible sob and Jim
was instantly in bed with him hugging and kissing his tears away. Jim
himself was crying now, and the two boys held each other as close as
they could and cried quietly together for some little time. It was a
moment of such intense ecstasy for them both that it is doubtful that
either one of them ever again had such strong feelings of love. They
didn't talk now but just loved each other. Hugging. Kissing.
Smoothing each other's hair. It was an innocent kind of love.
Neither one of them was aware of an erotic element, although both had
stiff erections. They weren't yet ready for the sexual part of the
relationship.
After this first night when they had confessed their love for
each other, Jim and Alan were closer than ever before. They realized
that their love couldn't very well be a secret. The other kids at
school must certainly notice how they were constantly looking at each
other and were together at just about every opportunity. So they
decided it would be best to develop a kind of reserve between them so
their love wouldn't be so obvious as to start the other kids to
talking and probably to making fun of them. They purposely ate lunch
together only one day a week and refrained from sitting together in
every class. They each cultivated some other friends of both sexes
and the result was quite satisfactory. While the other kids had at
the first of the year occasionally made a comment about their special
liking for each other, now there was a more balanced acceptance of
their friendship and they did not suffer the snickers and pointed
glances which might otherwise have occured. However, the purposeful
act of "cooling it" as they called it had the effect of bringing them
closer together on the inside although they were outwardly farther
apart.
They exchanged gifts on birthdays and Christmas and were together
most weekends. It was a little cool for much out-of-doors activity,
but this didn't stop them from spending a number of happy Saturday
nights in the tree house. They both had down-filled sleeping bags,
but they never used but one of them at a time! And all this time
there was no overt sexual activity between them - just a lot of love
which was so sweet and ecstatic that each boy frequently wondered how
he could be so lucky as to have such a friendship.
One warm day in April of that first year, Alan had gone to visit
his grandparents, and Jim found himself on a Sunday afternoon with
nothing to do. His solitary sexual activities had mostly taken place
in bed, and he was annoyed with himself when he noticed that he was
thinking about Alan a lot when he jacked himself off. Anyway, he was
feeling pretty horny this afternoon and decided that it was warm
enough to go to his rock. It had been months since he had done it
there. He climbed up into the tree house, took off his clothes, and
got the bottle of skin lotion. Alan had asked what the lotion was
for, and Jim had told him he liked to put some on his skin when he
came in from swimming! But today he used it for its original purpose,
and it felt great! It had been a while since he had "communed with
nature" as he called it, and he had an unusual flood of ecstasy with
thoughts that spring was here and the summer was before him! Next day
Alan was back in school. Jim caught Alan looking at him strangely
during English class but didn't think much about it. After school
Alan invited him over to see a present his grandparents had given him.
He wouldn't say what it was and Jim was filled with curiosity. They
went up to Alan's room and there by the window was a 4-inch reflecting
telescope! "Let me show you something," said Alan. He adjusted the
scope and then invited Jim to look. Jim approached the scope
cautiously and after a few tries he was able to see clearly, but what
he saw struck him dumb! It was his rock in the middle of the stream!
It filled the field of the telescope, and it was perfectly plain to
Jim that if Alan had been looking through the scope the day before he
would have seen everything in perfect detail! He turned to Alan and
saw a sort of sneaky grin on his face.
"What time did you get home yesterday?" he asked.
"About two o'clock," Alan answered, now grinning broadly.
Jim was really worried now. His little session on the rock had
taken place at about three, and Alan would have had plenty of time to
set up the telescope.
"Don't tell me!" said Jim.
"OK I won't tell you. But it's true anyway."
"You didn't see me on that rock yesterday did you?"
"I cannot tell a lie, said George Washington. You were really
getting it on, my man!"
Jim was, uncharacteristically, embarrassed. He sat down in
Alan's armchair and looked at the floor.
"Now, Jim, don't take it so hard. You know we don't need to have
any secrets from each other - not about anything! And I don't mind
telling you that I do the same thing all the time."
Jim was still speechless for a beat. "Well, I guess it's all
right. I'm not surprised that you do it. I guess everybody does.
But it still isn't the kind of thing you like anybody to see you
doing!"
"And why not?" Alan persisted. "It was a real turn-on for me and
I just about came in my pants watching you!"
Jim had to think that one over for a few seconds. "You got
turned on?"
"Sure. And I sometimes think about you when I'm doing it here at
home and it helps me get off."
"This is too much," Jim said with consternation. "Usually you're
the one who is worried and I am the one who tells you it's all
perfectly normal. Is this NORMAL, Alan?"
"Well, I thought about it a lot last night. Do you think we're
gay, Jim?"
But Jim was not in an answering mood just then, and Alan
continued, "I think we may be gay. Or we may grow out of it or
something. I read a book about it, and I'm pretty sure it's very
common - if that makes it normal."
"Well - I don't know what to say. But I'll tell you this, Alan,
there isn't anybody in the world I'd rather have watch me than you,
and gay or not I'm not going to stay worried about it! But just tell
me this: would you be willing to return the favor? I mean would you
do it on the rock sometime and let me watch?"
"Sure. Why not? But you don't have to watch through a
telescope. And now that I know what that skin lotion is really for,
why don't we do it together? How about next weekend?"
They both laughed about the skin lotion, and Jim felt as if a
great weight had been removed from his solar plexus. "You horny
devil!", he said to Alan, and they began a sort of tussel which ended
up on Alan's bed. But just then the phone rang. It was Jim's mother
telling him supper was ready. So the boys parted with a mixture of
emotions but a prevailing sense of expectation.
All the next week, Jim and Alan found themselves looking at each
other and grinning. It was hard for them to keep their casual
acquaintance act on track. Jim noticed that he would start to get a
hard-on when he and Alan would look at each other, and he began to
wonder if Alan was having the same reaction. So he would sneak a look
now and then at Alan's crotch to see if there was any sign of life.
He mostly couldn't get a good look without being obvious about it, but
finally in American History class he was sitting where he could see
Alan pretty clearly. He decided to see if he could get Alan excited
and started sneaking looks at him when he thought Alan would notice.
He put one hand between his own legs and made sure Alan could see it.
Before too long the chance came. Alan looked over and caught Jim
looking at him. Jim gave his devastating smile and moved his legs
apart a little. He also moved his hand just a bit over his dick and
watched closely to see if Alan reacted to it. Alan gave Jim a dark
look (he was very good at dark looks) and then looked away. But Jim
thought he could see an increased tightness of Alans pants. In fact
in the next minute Alan shifted his position in his seat as if he was
uncomfortable. When he did, it became obvious that he had the
beginning of a hard-on which showed down his left thigh. Alan glanced
nervously back at Jim and turned red in the face. But he had to reach
down and position his rapidly growing dick. Jim felt a moment of
triumph. He was glad that he and Alan were going to get together that
weekend and he felt pretty confident that they would have the best
time they had ever had together. And that was hard to imagine!
After class they were at their lockers and Alan turned to Jim and
said, "Don't DO that!"
"And why not?" Jim replied.
"People will SEE US", Alan said quietly but with emphasis.
"OK. I won't do it any more, but I've been having trouble
controlling myself even without trying anything."
"Same here, but we've got to keep cool. Friday will be here
before you know it."
But it seemed as if Friday would never come. It was one of the
longest weeks the boys had ever lived through. But of course, Friday
did finally come. It always does. And they chased each other home on
their bikes, hollering and making jokes. And when they got to Jim's
house they fell into a tussle in the front yard. Both of them got
hard, but that only made the fight more intense. Of course it wasn't
really a fight. It was an imitation fight designed to disguise those
hopelessly overpowering feelings of affection.
They went up to Jim's room and began to put some things into his
back pack. They had told their parents they were planning to spend
the night in the tree house, so there wasn't really anything for them
to do except pack up and leave. No one would notice that Alan's
sleeping bag was still in his closet at home.
They stopped in the kitchen to collect franks and some potato
salad Jim's mother had made. They weren't coming home for supper but
planned to eat down in the woods. They wanted a campfire and They
wanted to take their time about everything tonight. It was a
wonderful spring evening. Sort of cool. the sky was clear and dark.
No moon would make its appearance on their first night of complete
intimacy. Jim was in heaven, contemplating the coming events of the
evening and night. Alan was in heaven too, But with an occasional
doubt or niggling anxiety about whether It was "all right." Jim
noticed a feeling of complete freedom he had never experienced before.
as they walked down the trail toward the woods he had an extra spring
in his step. He felt like a wild animal. he was completely free. He
was going to do just exactly what he wanted tonight, and he knew he
would be accepted and loved. for Alan, it was a little more
difficult. He would start to have the same feelings as Jim But then
he would have his doubts and anxieties. Jim could see this, and had a
plan which he thought would bring Alan around to the same ecstasy he
was experiencing. It was as if he had a sacred trust to bring to Alan
the same experience he was having and to free him so that he too would
be wild and free. "Just two tigers in the night," he said to himself.
They arrived at the treehouse and set down the pack, which Jim
had carried. They looked at each other and slowly came together in a
warm embrace. The spring sky was still light, but there were signs
that the evening was coming on. There was a gentle breeze disturbing
the branches of the trees, and the everlasting stream was gurgling
over the rocks.
"We better start our fire." Alan pulled free and went in search
of firewood. Jim did the same. They knew that they wanted a fire
that would last for hours because They had much to say to each other
and they didn't want to have to stop and go out again for firewood.
Jim had constructed a separate platform in the treehouse fpr firewood,
and They began to load it up with more dead wood than It had ever had
before.
"This ought to last us all night," Jim told Alan. "I don't think
we can run out."
"This is just GREAT!" Alan said. I wish the night would last
forever."
"Oh, it doesn't need to. There'll be plenty of other nights, you
know!"
"Sure there will be, but tonight is the first one of its kind.
It's special."
Jim and Alan were sitting in the tree house, having just brought
the last load of wood. Jim reached over and pulled Alan to him. he
kissed him on the mouth and held him tight for a long time. Alan
responded passionately, and when Jim tried to break free Alan was
still clinging to him.
"Down, boy!" Jim chided. "We've got to get supper going and get
ready for night time."
They laid the fire with care. They had built enough fires
together that they no longer argued over the best way to do it. Soon
they had a cheerful blaze going. Alan got out the franks and they
heated them up by holding them to the flames. They found they were
quite hungry and they soon ate all of the franks and all of the potato
salad. But they were satisfied.
By now it was beginning to get dark, and the temperature was
falling. There was a great horned owl in a tree nearby who began his
syncopated call. They put some larger logs pm the fire for warmth and
sat looking into the flames. Not touching. Not talking. just being
together.
Finally, Jim broke the silence.
"I feel perfectly free. I don't think I've ever felt perfectly
free before. I've always had to worry about what someone else is
going to say about me. But when I'm with you I never have to worry."
There was a moment's silence. Alan poked the fire with a piece
of pipe They had found in the woods.
Finally he said, "Jim, I don't quite know how to say this, but
you are the only person in the world who can make me feel free. I
have always doubted myself. But you have shown me that I can be
myself and be accepted for it. And the miracle is that I would rather
be with you than anywhere in the world!"
Jim reached out and took Alan's hand. "I want you to feel as
free tonight as that great horned owl! I want you to be exactly
yourself amd no apologies. that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to
be exactly myself, and I want you to follow my example!"
"You mean, like this?" Alan reached his other hand out and laid
It on Jim's thigh. He rubbed it against the inner side of Jim's thigh
and worked it up toward Jim's crotch. He said, "I feel every bit as
free as our friend the great horny owl!"
"Horny owl? You nut!"
Jim moved into Alan's arms and the boys lay down in front of the
fire and kissed passionately. They moved their bodies against each
other as if they were trying to interpenetrate, merging soul with
soul. This was something they had done before, but tonight they knew
that there would be more.
Jim started by unbuttoning Alan's shirt. The rest was easy.
Alan began slowly undressing Jim. It wasn't long before they were
both naked in each other's arms. This was a first for them. They had
been together naked, and they had loved each other clothed in pajamas.
But this was the first time they had ever been in each other's arms
with no clothes to hinder the natural course of passion. The
excitement was so great that both boys started to produce the natural
lubrication of sexual excitement. This was something they had both
experienced before and had talked about. But tonight the quantity of
the lubrication was astounding. Jim found his penis sliding between
Alan's legs, and Alan's was sliding against Jim's tight stomach. They
were lying on their sides in a close embrace. They kissed as they
continued to move against each other. Jim let his tongue slip into
Alan's mouth. This was another first, but Alan had decided to follow
Jim's example and gave as much as he received. Their movements
increased in amplitude and speed. Jim suddenly realized, much to his
surprise, that he was about to come. "I think I'm coming, Alan," he
said. Alan said, "Go ahead!" This was said with a catch in his
voice. Jim thrust only five or six more times and came with a force
he had never known before. It seemed that the feeling of ecstasy
lasted for minutes instead of seconds. The reason for this was that
just as he began to come he suddenly realized that Alan was coming
too! Alan gave a small moan and gave one thrust, stronger than the
rest, and held Jim so tight Jim could hardly breathe. Jim felt a hot
spurt of sperm on his stomach at the same time he was shooting sperm
between Alan's legs. They held tightly together while the reflex of
mutual orgasm ran its course. They pumped sperm while holding each
other with such intense love that there was never any attempt
afterward to describe in words the feeling which seemed to justify
their very lives. It was an experience of sacred sharing which all
too few ever experience.
They lay for several minutes in each other's arms after the
passion was spent.
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