Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 18:59:58 -0500
From: Joey <joey1685@gay.com>
Subject: Joey and Sean - Part one

Hi, Im Joey, and im a 15 year old who lives on the edge of a small town in
Iowa.  A few months ago, I admitted to myself that I liked the company of
boys more than girls, and that I felt more comfortable with them too.  So
I'm gay, I guess.

Puberty came late for me.  I didn't see any hair under my arm pits until a
few wisps appeared between seventh and eighth grade.  I started croaking as
my voice changed almost daily. I anxiously awaited the arrival of my pubic
hair.  Some of the boys were pretty far along, as I could tell from the
after gym showers in Junior High.  One Italian kid was even shaving on a
pretty regular basis.

But no pubies for me until spring of 8th grade.  I didn't get a lot of them
at first, but there were definitely some around the base of my cock.  Thank
God.  I was at least normal, and was real glad of that when we moved, and
my parents joined the country club in a town close to us.  I joined the
swim team for the club, which allowed me to meet some guys who would go to
the same high school as me.  I didn't need to worry about shaving my
privates as some of the older guys on the team did.  I didn't have enough
pubic hair around the sides to worry about.  I am probably years away from
even having to shave anything on my face.

School has never really been a challenge for me.  I was in a 'Gifted
Program" in grade school, and was given as many 'honors' courses as they
had freshman year.  I don't want it to seem like i am bragging.  Quite the
contrary.  I know that my IQ is pretty high, and that makes me embarrassed
sometimes.  I can see the point of the math problem when everybody else has
puzzled expressions on their faces.  I can memorize poems for English
homework with no problem.  But to be called on first to recite the poem,
and do it without stammering around makes me stand out in class, rather
than fit in, like i so want to do.  I can really identify with the
un-circumcised boy in the showers after gym class. (At least around the
Midwest).  He is different from everybody else, and really can't help it.
So I have tried to hide my intelligence.  It is easier and less
embarrassing that way; I hope it makes me fit in more.

I am also a jock. As a birthday present last year, I got a weight set for
the basement.  After a couple of months, I was finally able to bench press
more than my IQ, and my skinny boy body started to take on a more muscular,
masculine shape.  My boundless energy kept me busy from confronting my
sexuality through the football season of my freshman year of high school.
Sure, I enjoyed the after practice showers and the playful grab-assing of
my teammates, but the inborn repression, and rampant homophobia of this
small Iowa school kept me from ever even thinking about having sex with
another boy for quite a while.  It didn't keep my eyes from surreptitiously
wandering, though, and comparing my own 'endowment' to others on my team.
At night, home alone in my bedroom, I would fantasize about sex in general.
Mostly with girls, but big penises crept into these fantasies too.

I went out for wrestling after football season ended.  My coach almost made
me.  I was way to short for basketball anyway, and I had to do something in
the winter besides study and jack off.  After three months of football, I
thought I was in pretty good shape, but the freshman wrestling coach proved
me wrong.  Running up and down stairs, endless pushups and sit-ups
exhausted me as I had never been before.  After a couple of days I looked
forward to showering the sweat and pain away under the hot spray of the
shower room's jets.  I also could scope out the other guys on the team.
Some of the varsity were really hairy.  On their chests and backs too.
Others had even less than I did, and I could understand their embarrassment
about taking a shower after practice.  I began to have dreams about some of
the boys on the team.  In the mornings, I would find a wet spot on the
sheets and sticky stuff on my body.

I was like a sponge at practice.  I picked up moves quickly enough to
wrestle as the designated 126# freshman.  On a rare weekend last winter
when we did not have a meet or a tournament, I invited a friend from the
team, Sean, over to my house for a sleep over.  We had hit it off from
football, and I was kinda glad when we were put in the same group at
practice.  We didn't have practice until eleven o'clock Saturday, so we
stayed up late in our family room watching some stuff on cable.  Changing
into Gym shorts as we got ready for bed, I asked Sean if he wanted to watch
one of my dad's porno movies.  As any normal boy would, he said, "Sure".  I
had unfolded the couch into a sleeper bed, and turned on the movie, with
the volume down low.  Porno music is a dead give away for my parents to
hear.

Well, guess what happened?  Both our gym shorts grew tents, right before
our eyes.  I don't remember whose idea it was, but soon both of our gym
trunks were around our knees, and our boy penises in hand.  Sean seemed
intent on watching the movie, and I pretended to be too.  But I did glance
out of the corner of my eye to see his erect penis enfolded in his fist.
He was a little less hairy than I was down there, and his penis was about
as long as mine, and maybe not as thick.  But he seemed to be an expert at
jacking himself off.  His right hand moved with a practiced ease up and
down his shaft, and did a little wristing every once in a while with the
head.

We both came about the same time, with quiet moans of pleasure.  Afterward
I daubed up my spent semen with some kleenex kept in a box on the end
table.  I passed him the box, and he thanked me.  We commented about how
hot the movie was and how cute the babe was, and how juicy her pussy was.
I said I hope my cock grows to be as big as that guy's.  Sean agreed with
me too.  We slid our gym shorts back up to their proper place. I re-hid the
porno movie, curled up on the other couch, said goodnight and drifted off
into a dream filled sleep.  We woke up late, showered and had breakfast.
His mom came to pick us up for practice, and nothing more was said, or
happened.

I did pretty well in wrestling, going 10 & 6 for the season.  My losses
were to guys with more experience than me, not more strength or heart.  My
first win came a couple of matches into the season.  I made a cool move and
got my opponent into a hold called a ball and chain.  He was on the mat,
and I had hold of his arm between his legs.  In order to turn him over, you
have to get the leg to bend so you can scoot with him into a stack.  That
puts his shoulder blades on the mat and his butt in the air, with your body
under the small of his back.  Well, I had a hard time getting him turned,
with him fighting back and forth.  I could feel him getting hard with my
wrist rubbing against this very private place.  When the ref finally blew
the whistle, and I got my arm raised; my opponent has something else of his
raised, even through his jock and singlet!

Track season was pretty easy, and as my birthday approached, my parents
wanted to know what I wanted.  I said a computer and internet access.  I no
longer wanted to share the one my parents used for law cases and tracking
grades.  Sure enough, on my birthday in April, I got a shiny new custom
made one.  Now I could surf the net for boys with unusual cravings like
mine, although I assured my parents that it was for reports and information
gathering, to keep my straight 'A' average, and get me into a good college.

I had wrestled with Sean, but we never had any more sleep overs, until last
Friday.  I'm so desperately horny, I carefully laid a plan.  If nothing
more, I would be able to jack off while watching a buddy do the same!  Sean
would be dropped off by his mother late Friday afternoon.  We would swim,
play video games, have pizza, and just hang out, before we slept out under
the stars in a two man tent I had set up beyond the pool.

Part of my plan was to forget totell him to bring a swimming suit. As my
waist was bigger than his, my speedos would fall right off his hips if I
lent him an extra pair. I would swim naked too just so he wouldn't feel
uncomfortable.  Part two of my plan was to practice some wrestling moves
naked.  Part three of my plan was to tell Sean that I always slept naked,
even camping.  I would turn our casual conversation to sex, as natural for
15 year olds as could be.  If all this didn't get him horny, nothing would.
Even if he was straighter then George W. Bush, he would have to be a eunuch
not to at least get 'excited' with all the stimulation I would be
providing.

His mom was to drop him off around four.  At 3:30, all of my preparations
were ready, and I had a quick jack off, so I wouldn't get too 'excited'
right away.  My parents were still working when he got to my house, and I
knew we would have at least an hour or two before they came home from work,
so they could change and go out for the evening to our country club.  Sure
enough, just after I finished wiping the cum from my body, the front
doorbell rang.  It was Sean, carrying a bag of groceries for 'snacks' and
his rolled up sleeping bag.  He looked a little bigger since school let out
last month.  He still had that cute smile, and his hair was shorter and a
little lighter, but still a lovely brown.  He was wearing the gym shorts we
used at school, a wrestling tournament "T" shirt he picked up somewhere,
and scuffed Nikes.  We carried his stuff back to the kitchen and grabbed a
soda from the fridge.  I invited him to the patio, and asked him if he was
all ready for a swim.  He said "Shit, I forgot my suit."

Just like my plan, I told him not to worry.  If he didn't mind skinny
dipping, I didn't either.  Nobody was within a half a mile of our house, so
nobody would see anything.  I had seen him naked about a hundred times at
wrestling practice, so I wasn't bothered by it (at least that was what I
told him).  With no further prodding, he said "That's cool", shucked his
"T" shirt, kicked off his shoes and pulled down his gym trunks, almost in
one fluid motion.  He was bare-balling like me, and his flaccid penis hit
the light of day.  I didn't take too close a look at it, as I had seen it
from a distance many, many times.  I stripped in record time too, went to
the deep end of the pool, protected my manhood with one hand, and jumped
into the water.  I surfaced in time to see Sean join me.  We swam laps for
about 15 minutes. Then swam to the side for a breather.

Elbow to elbow on the spit gutter, we kicked our legs idly, and got caught
up on all the doings at the school.  Neither of us had had a very exciting
summer, and it was starting to get boring.  We started horsing around
putting upper body moves on each other and worked our way to the shallow
end where we could stand up.  I would out-fox him, get him in a half nelson
and dunk his head underwater.  Then he would try for a double leg, and dunk
me.  Needless to say, all of this incidental contact had an effect (not
completely undesired on my part) on both of us.

Unfortunately, it was getting close to the time when my parents were due
home, so we got out of the water.  I commented about there being nothing
like a stimulating workout before dinner, alluding to his half hard penis.
I picked up his gym trunks and my speedos, and took them pool side and
dunked them in the water, and squeezed the water excess out.  "What did u
do that for?", "There the only shorts I brought," Sean sounded kinda gruff.
I told him our suits had better be wet or my rents would know we were
skinny dipping.  That seemed to satisfy him.

Sure enough, my rents came home right on schedule.  I reintroduced them to
Sean, and dad whipped out a $20 to pay for the pizza.  It was a big treat
getting it delivered, because the pizza places charge extra to deliver it
so far out.  They left the kitchen to change for their dinner out, and I
called to order the pizza.  We chatted again about football and wrestling,
and our hopes for the upcoming season.  It was pretty cool just sitting
there alone with Sean in our kitchen with the view of the pool, the back
yard and the creek in the distance.

Pretty soon, my parents came down, kissed me goodbye, (much to the
embarrassment of yours truly), telling me to have a good time, and left for
the country club.  We were alone now till probably 11:00 or so, when they
came home.  I went to the fridge, and began rummaging around in the bottom.
I casually asked Sean if he wanted a beer.  (I had put 2 cans in there
earlier this afternoon from the fridge behind the bar in the basement,
where dad keeps it).  He said sure, he wasn't much of a drinker, but his
dad always drank it with pizza.  I told him mine did too, just as the
doorbell rang.  Some college age guy from the Pizza Place had our order.  I
gave him the $20, and told him to keep the change.  I felt like a big
tipper, with a 25% tip.  I couldn't help but notice how the guy looked at
me standing there in just my speedos, with my 6 pack abs and no shirt or
socks.

After the pizza guy left, I went back to the kitchen and asked Sean if he
wanted to eat out by the pool.  "Sure" he said, grabbed our beers, and
followed me out onto the patio.  We sat the stuff down on the table, and
once Sean's hands were free, he stripped off his damp shorts, and draped
them over the back of a chair, to dry.  "I hate wearing a wet suit" he
said.  My mind was on food at this point, and was not thinking about
anything else.  That's one thing that wrestling does for you.  With all of
the cutting of weight that you have to do, it gives you a new appreciation
for food, especially when its around meal time.  We gobbled down our pizza
in record time, eating about half of the fiesta size cheese and pepperoni
special.

Reaching across the table, and hefting his beer can, I asked him if he
wanted another, since it seemed about half full.  I had only been sipping
on mine, and still had the majority of it left.  He said he was good for
now too.  I sat down again.  He said, "Hey, you still got your suit on."
In my haste to feed my face, I had forgotten to ingratiate my guest by
following his lead.  Again, I quickly stripped it off and let it lay in a
damp pile on the deck.

You had enough pizza?, I asked.

"Yes, it was pretty good.  DiGiaccamo's always does a better job than Tonys
does in town.  Its my favorite."

"Kewl", I opined.  "What are you up for now?  We could play nintendo, watch
a video, see another of my dad's porno movies, swim, wrestle or ... just
hang."

"Im pretty full for wrestling. How bout just swimming some of it off for
now?"

"Kewl with me!"

So we did a couple of laps, had a splashing contest, and then got into an
argument about who was the faster swimmer.  The only way we could settle
it, of course, was to have a race.  Shallow to deep.  Two laps.  Freestyle.
We didn't dive into the pool like most races, because we had nothing to
protect our sensitive reproductive organs against the initial dive, and the
ensuing pain.  No stakes were placed as to the prize for winning.  Sean may
have been the stronger per pound of the two of us, but I could do better
racing turns, so I beat him by about 2 yards.  Then he said lets do the
same thing only with the back stroke.  I agreed.  It is not my best, since
I tore my shoulder in 6th grade pee wee football.  Anyway, Sean beat me by
about a stroke, and I still don't know if it is because he actually is a
faster back stroker than me, or because of the distraction posed by his
semi erect penis breaking the water like a dorsal fin on a fish.  Anyway I
lost.  We decided not to go for a tie breaker, as the sun and water had
taken its toll on us, after a long day.

We decided to get out for a bit, and get his stuff situated down at the
tent while it was still light.  I grabbed the groceries and our unfinished
beers.  He grabbed his sleeping bag, and we headed down the gentle slope to
where I had set up the two man tent my father had purchased several years
ago, and never used.  Earlier that afternoon, I had gotten it out of the
attic over the garage, read the directions and assembled it all by myself,
with the opening facing the creek and away from the house.  I then put two
of the rubber foam mattresses from the pool and a couple of blankets, so we
wouldn't be bothered fumbling around in the dark.  A little battery
operated reading light would provide enough light if we needed it.  Sean
had brought some chips and fruit.  Our dietary habits were formed by
wrestling.  I left them in the bag, and Sean dropped his sleeping bag on
the grass in front of the tent.

He then laid down bare assed on the grass and used his sleeping bag for a
pillow.  "This is really nice.  Its so peaceful and quiet.  We don't get
this in town."

I laid down on the grass a couple of feet away from him and looked out over
the creek to the fields of corn on the other side. "Yea, it is kinda nice
sometimes.  Its lonely a lot out here too."  He glanced over at me.  I was
naked like him, and laid down on the grass, but I was bridging my hands
behind my neck to see the view, because I didn't have a pillow like him.

"Here," he said, "Use some of this."  He scooted his butt over to the edge
of the pillowed sleeping bag, and I scootched right over to the other edge.
We were about six inches apart, and getting kinda mellow from the
beer. "Yea, its real pretty sometimes.  Very relaxing".

So, Joey, How's your sex life," Sean said after a couple of minutes of
silence.  "Still got the hots for Sally Mitchell?"  Sally was considered
one hot babe for a freshman.  She was asked to the prom last spring by one
of the Junior wrestlers.

"Yep, I guess.  How bout you.  Jennifer Abrams still trip your trigger?"

Sean reached down and grabbed himself.  You mean this trigger?  He laughed.
Not too much anymore.  She's a real bitch sometimes.  All I got is good old
Mary Five Fingers any more."  He sighed sadly.

"What do you mean?", I said not quite sure I had heard him right.  The
crickets had started to make some background noise.  The guys on the teams
I had been on always talked about balling some chick, never about self
gratification like this.

"You know, JACKING OFF, you dummy.  Don't tell me y never heard of it
before, especially since the last time I was over here last winter."

"Oh," I could feel my ears turning red, "That's what you mean". I was kinda
shocked about the casual way he brought the subject.

"Yea, good old jacking off" I think I've spent half my waking hours this
summer pounding it.  I get horny real bad, sometimes.  I looked over at
him, and he was casually stroking his soft cock.  "Aren't you horny now?
Christ, I am.  It seems like all I gotta do is have one though about sex,
and I get so horned up that I gotta jack off.."

"Yea, Kinda." I stammered.  This wasn't going to my carefully laid plans of
seduction.  I never thought that it may be going to his closely laid plan
of seduction."

"Kinda my ass.  Look at you.  Your boner is almost as big as mine and you
ain't been helping it along any."  Sure enough, my dick had betrayed me,
and I was at about a quarter mast.  Since we were sitting so close to each
other, it was an easy task for Sean to reach over the void and grab my
penis, and "helping it along" with his right hand.