Date: Tue, 10 Nov 1998 19:24:26 PST
From: Jeffy <jeffs71@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jon And Brett

Jon and Brett
by Jeffy

All of the usual disclaimers apply.  This story is entirely fictional.  No
house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this
story.  It is intended for adults only.  You can send comments or
constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com.  Flames will be ignored so
don't bother.

Otherwise, enjoy!


Jon walked home from school in a daze.  One thought kept repeating itself
over and over in his brain: "I'm a fag.  I'm gay."  The realization had
come earlier that day and had hit him like a bolt from the blue.  He was a
good-looking 14 year-old, slim, blond, 5'4" tall, with expressive blue
eyes.  He thought of himself as scrawny but in reality he was very well
built for his age.  He had been having strange feelings lately, and his
dick seemed to be hard all the time now.  And the worst part was that he
thought about GUYS when he got hard, especially about his best friend
Brett.  They had been best friends since before they could walk.  Brett was
his height, with straight black hair and green eyes, and an absolutely
flawless olive complexion.  Jon walked on, not even noticing where he was
going.

It had happened earlier that day.  Jon was now a freshman in High School,
and he was beginning to realize that he was not in grade school any more.
This was the first year that they had to dress out for gym class, and the
Coach had been insistent that everyone would shower after class.  "I will
not have you boys stinking to high heaven for the rest of the day!" he had
said in his booming voice.  Personally, Jon thought he was going a bit
overboard.  Jon and Brett had of course arranged to have their lockers
side-by-side, and both had been nervous about everyone seeing them naked.

"What if someone laughs at me?" Jon had said during class.

"Naw, I'm not worried about that," Brett had responded, "but what if I get
a boner?"

Jon had not even considered that possibility.  Great, now he had something
else to worry about.  He considered trying to get away with not showering,
but the Coach was disgustingly persistent and thorough in his classes.
Nobody ever got away with anything.  Jon resigned himself to everyone
getting to see him naked.  But then he considered that if everyone was
naked, HE would get to see them, too.  The thought excited him beyond
words.  He was careful not to let Brett see that he was excited.

Class went fairly well, with both Jon and Bret scoring goals during their
class soccer game.  And then it was time to go back in and shower.  Jon
could see that a number of the boys were nervous, and trying to cover it up
with horseplay.  They all went inside and Coach was shouting in the locker
room "Don't worry boys, you don't have anything that every other boy
doesn't, and I've seen a million of 'em!  Strip down and get showered,
NOW!"  And all at once it seemed that the locker room was absolutely filled
with naked boys!  Jon could not stop looking, and saw boys of all shapes
and sizes, with dicks of all shapes and sizes.  Just about all of them had
pubic and underarm hair, and Jon was painfully aware that he only had a few
sparse hairs down there and nothing at all under his arms.  It all made him
feel pitifully inadequate.  When he reached his locker he saw that Brett
was already waiting for him, naked.  He looked at his friend, saw his
compact muscles under the clear olive skin, the perfect proportions, the
cute face grinning at him.  Beautiful.  That's what Brett was, he thought,
beautiful, gorgeous.  The thought just popped into his head and it came as
a severe shock to the boy's system.  Brett saw his best friend's shocked
face and, heedless of his nudity, rushed to put his arm around Jon and
asked if he was OK.  Jon glanced down at Brett's circumcised 4" slim penis
with a small black bush of hair at the base, sitting atop his slightly
darker hairless balls, and thought "It's beautiful too."

Jon roused himself to enough to reassure his friend that he was OK, then
stripped, grabbed his stuff, and went to shower with the other boys.  He
totally loved the sight of the other boys, naked, soaping up their bodies.
He drank in the sight avidly, not even bothering to disguise his interest.
Brett saw, and gave him a sharp look in warning, but Jon was in no
condition to notice.  He walked back to his locker and got dressed, feeling
like he was in a daze, his brain and body buzzing with what he did not yet
recognize as lust.  He passed the rest of the day in that state, hardly
noticing anything that went on around him. Then he left and started walking
home, not even waiting for Brett as he did every other school day.

Jon's feet were carrying him toward the clubhouse without his volition.  He
and Brett had built it the when they were about 11 or so, and even though
they hardly used it any more (it was a bit cramped now that they were
hitting their growth spurts) it was their own private place.  Jon still
liked to go there to be alone and think, to try to sort out all the
confusing feelings in his pubescent brain.  Nobody even knew it was there.
They had a couple of old sleeping bags on the floor to make it comfortable,
and also some old pillows to sit on, as well as a number of comic books.
He went in and saw immediately that someone had been there.  Although neat,
things were out of place.  Then he saw it.  A gay porno magazine! The cover
was very graphic, showing a muscular young stud sucking on an equally
muscular young man's cock.  Jon leafed quickly through the magazine, and
saw the same two studs sucking, fucking, and doing every imaginable sex
act.  Jon's heart pounded and the blood roared in his young ears.  His hard
dick felt like it would explode any second and his balls were beginning to
tingle uncontrollably.

"Like what you see?" asked a voice from the doorway.  It was 17 year old
Pete Rawlings, the one who had found the boys' old fort and put it to his
own uses.  He was known around school to be nice to the freshmen (or at
least tolerating them), never bullying or picking on anyone.  Jon did not
recognize the wicked leer on his face.  Pete was tall and muscular, a good
athlete, with dark brown eyes and high classical cheekbones.  "Go ahead,
look your fill.  It's real hot, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Jon said weakly.  "I've never seen anything like it."

Pete came over and gently put his arm around the younger boy, then sat on
one of the pillows and pulled Jon onto his lap.  If Jon had been any
bigger, he wouldn't have fit.  They looked at the pictures together, both
of their hearts pounding.  Finally Pete's hormone-crazed brain could take
no more.  He pulled out his 8" hardon and began to gently rub it against
Jon's smooth thigh.  He began leaking pre-cum immediately, as he began to
rub a little harder against the younger boy.

Jon's eyes were wide in his face.  "It's huge!  Can I touch it?  Please?"
It made his slim 5 incher seem tiny.  For some reason he just had to get
his hands on that huge hunk of meat.

Pete said nothing, gently placing Jon's hands on his cock.  Jon thought
that it felt red-hot, hard yet soft, and wonderful in his little hands.
Pete ascended to an entirely new plane of lust at the feel of the younger
boy's hands on his dick.  Then he suddenly got to his feet with Jon
kneeling in front of him, still holding his dick in both hands.  He put his
hands on the back of Jon's head and said "Suck it kid, suck it hard, take
it all, suck it!"

Jon opened his mouth and took the big head into it, noticing the musky
smell that came from Pete's crotch.  His head swam with the sensations, the
taste of pre-cum on his tongue, the smell in his nostrils.  He opened up
his mouth wider, trying to take more of the huge cock into his mouth.  He
heard Pete grunting and moaning, saying "Suck it!  Suck it!" over and over
again.  He began to suck in earnest, slurping and moving his tongue around
as best he could.  "I'm sucking on a dick, it's in my mouth" he thought to
himself, proud of his accomplishment.  He then slid more of it into his
throat, gagging and coughing on it but unwilling to let any of it go.  Pete
was pumping in and out of his mouth at a furious rate now, not even
noticing the smaller boy's distress.  Then he was pumping his cum into
Jon's mouth, huge gushes of it, over and over again.  It felt like it would
never stop.

Jon felt the warm, sweet liquid pumping into his mouth and tried to swallow
as much as he could.  He knew it was sperm from his Sex ED classes.  He
absolutely loved the taste, the warmth of it, the fact that it was filling
his mouth and throat over and over again.  Despite his best efforts, a good
amount of Pete's semen dripped down his chin and onto his chest.  He sucked
as hard as he could until Pete pried him off of it as the sensations were
becoming unbearable.  He looked at Jon, coughing and gagging on the floor,
and realized what he had done.  With a sob of shame he zipped up his pants
and fled as fast as his legs could carry him.  Jon just sat on the floor
with cum dripping down his face.  He was unable to form a coherent thought
in his now totally sex-crazed brain.

He was still in the same position when Brett found him a short time later.
He had been worried about Jon all day and desperately wanted to talk to him
about what had happened in the locker room.  Brett saw his friend sitting
there with drying cum on his face, and started shouting.  "Who did this to
you?  I'll kill him, the bastard!  Who did this to you?!?"  He'd always had
a temper, and he was giving it full vent for the first time in his life.
He saw that his friend was unable to answer and his thoughts immediately
went from vengeance to comforting his best friend.  He tenderly wiped off
his face using his gym clothes from earlier in the day.  He then helped Jon
home, an arm around his waist, speaking in a comforting voice the entire
time.  They went inside Jon's house, where he washed his friend and had him
put on a clean shirt.  He put Jon in bed and left after gently kissing Jon
on the cheek.  Brett went next door to his house and cried the rest of the
afternoon, pausing only to punch his pillow and swear incoherently in pure
rage.  He WOULD get whoever had done that to his friend!

Jon, next door, slept dreamlessly until his mother got home.  She found a
note from Brett saying that Jon was feeling a little under the weather at
school today and was in bed.  She checked on him, saw that he was deeply
asleep, and decided to let him sleep until he got up on his own.  A few
hours later Jon woke up, starving.  He reflected on what had happened that
day and decided that he wanted to find Pete and do it again, only slower
and he wanted Pete to do him as well.  For some reason he felt
clear-headed, and better than he had in a long time.  He was gay, a homo, a
faggot, a queer.  It had always been true he realized, but how would he
tell his mom?  Would she be mad at him?  Hit him (although she had never
even raised a hand to him)?  Throw him out of the house onto the streets?
He had no idea, but he knew that she would eventually find out, and telling
her was preferable to having her surprise him with another boy.  He decided
it could wait, and went into the kitchen in search of some dinner.

His mom immediately noticed the change in her son.  She had always been
attuned to his changes in mood, especially since her husband had been
killed in an auto accident two years ago.  She had tried hard to raise Jon
right, without much family around to help.  Her neighbors and friends next
door, the Stephenson's, were as close as family and she knew that Jon and
Brett were like brothers.  She knew that something had been bothering Jon
for a long time and it looked like he had finally worked it out.  She had
long suspected that her son was gay.  She knew the signs since her brother
was gay also, and he was still her closest family member.  He had been a
rock after her husband was killed.

"Feeling OK, son?  I got Brett's note and decided to let you sleep."

"Yeah mom, just fine now.  What's for dinner, I'm starved?"  His mom was
already setting out a plate of stew and bread for him.  He loved her stew,
it was the best.

His mom watched in amusement as her son ate like someone who would never
see food again.  He had always been a good eater, and it seemed that he was
due for a growth spurt any time now.  He seemed to be a bottomless pit
lately.  She smiled at him as any mother who likes to see her child eat,
and he smiled back, eyes sparkling.

They talked a bit after his dinner, then watched a little TV and went to
bed.  Jon slept like a rock for the first time in ages.  He was still
asleep when Brett knocked on the door and asked for him.  He looked
terrible, his eyes red and puffy, his nose swollen from crying.  Jon's mom
saw this and hugged him close, trying to comfort him.

"Brett, are you OK, honey?" she asked, her voice filled with compassion.
She was a bit shocked since it was obvious that the 14 year-old had been
crying and Brett had always been an easygoing kid.

"Yeah," he lied (unconvincingly), "I need to talk to Jon."

"OK, why don't you go wake him?  It's time the lazybones got up anyway."

He went right to Jon's room, and saw his best friend sleeping like a baby,
a slight smile on his face.  It was definitely not what he expected to see.
He ran gentle fingers down Jon's sleeping face, his heart almost breaking
with compassion.  Jon opened his eyes and smiled at him.

"You look awful!  What's wrong?  Are you OK?"  Jon wanted to know.

Brett was amazed.  Jon looked perfectly fine, actually better than he had
in a while, and was concerned about HIM after what had happened yesterday.
They both heard the doorbell ring and wondered who it could be on a
Saturday morning.

When Jon's mom opened the door she found a red-faced Pete standing there.
He had also been up crying most of the night, filled with shame at what he
had done.  Pete's father was a big, beefy Police officer and Pete was
terrified that Jon would tell him what had happened.  He asked to see Jon,
and was told he was in his room.  She now knew something big was up after
seeing a virtual epidemic of crying boys at her front door that morning.

As Pete approached Jon's bedroom, he knew that he could never apologize
enough for what he'd done to the boy.  He only hoped that Jon wouldn't tell
everyone in school, but he would accept whatever punishment Jon decided on.
He heard Jon and Brett talking softly.  Then he stepped into the room, an
apology on his lips.  "I'm so sorry Jon," he began.

With one look Brett knew that Pete had been the one who had done that to
Jon.  His temper abruptly broke and he hurled himself at Pete, an animal
snarl on his face.  Pete, taken totally by surprise, went down hard.
Brett, in a total rage, abruptly slammed his knee into Pete's stomach.  All
the air whooshed out of Pete's lungs at this, as the boy's knee slammed
squarely into his diaphragm.  Seeing the bigger boy helpless, Brett went
for the kill and gave him what for right in the balls.  He slammed his fist
into Pete's balls while Pete just lay there whimpering.  Then he sat on
Pete's chest and punched him across the face several times, making his nose
bleed.  Abruptly he realized that Pete wasn't fighting back at all.  He
stopped hitting and just sat there on the older boy's chest, waiting,
trying to figure out why the big, muscular 17 year-old (who was on the
varsity wrestling team) wasn't defending himself.

Jon sat on his bed, amazed at the violence from his best friend.  Should he
stop them?  Just as he decided that he should Brett stopped on his own and
just sat there on Pete's chest as if waiting for something.

"Go on, beat me some more!  I deserve it!  Go ahead, keep hitting me!" Pete
sobbed.  "I'm so sorry for what I did, so sorry, please forgive me!  I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he sobbed over and over.  Brett's anger
dissipated at hearing this.  At least the asshole knew what he had done and
was sorry, although he didn't see how that would help Jon.  Pete was still
lying there in a fit of self-hatred, actually wishing that Brett would hit
him some more.  Brett and Jon helped Pete up and put him on the bed, where
he just sat rocking and clutching at his aching balls.  He looked over at
Jon.  "I'm so sorry Jon, I just lost control of myself, you were so hot,
and it felt so good.  What can I do to make it up to you?  I'll do
anything, anything you say."

"What can you do asshole, make it not happen?  What do you expect him to
say?  How could you do that to him, how could you?" Brett sobbed.  "I
wanted his first time to be with me, you rotten bastard, you cocksucker,
and now you've ruined it!  I want to kill you!"  Brett was now shaking with
his release of pent-up emotion.  It dawned on Pete that Brett was in love
with Jon!  That was why he was so mad.  He felt even worse, if that was
possible.  He'd hurt both of them with his actions.

Jon was dazed at Brett's words.  Brett wanted him?  Beautiful, sexy, smart
Brett wanted him?  The one all of the girls were gaga over?  It was too
good to be true, and it was exactly how he felt about Brett, too.

Then Pete came up with the idea of his lifetime.  "I have been having sex
for a while now.  Have either of you ever done it before?"  Both boys shook
their heads no.  "Maybe I can kinda make it up to you by showing you what
it's all about, how to do it.  Teaching you what I know about sex, anyway.
And afterward you can still beat me up if you want to."

Both younger boys agreed, their hearts beating a little faster.  Jon
wondered if he should tell the other two that he had actually enjoyed the
experience with Pete yesterday, rough as it had been, and then decided not
to.  Under Pete's expert direction he had them strip naked and he did too,
wincing at how sore his balls were.  Damn but that little guy could throw a
punch!  Both smaller boys stared at his now erect 8" dick, fascinated.  His
balls really hurt now, but he had to make it up to both boys.

He had them tenderly embrace each other, and then kiss.  They opened their
mouths and Pete could see their tongues going into each other's mouth.
Then he began to guide their hands on each other. As they began to caress,
they both began to moan and squirm, each thrilling in the touch of the
others hands on his body.  Their identically sized 5" dicks were painfully
hard against each other.  He had Jon lie down on the bed as he guided
Brett's hands on him, showing him all of the most sensitive parts of a
boy's body.  Brett caressed and licked Jon's chest, doing his nipples until
they became hard and erect, and Jon squirmed on the bed.  Then he moved
down further, exploring every inch of Jon's soft, warm skin and loving
every second of it.  He explored Jon's erect dick and balls with his hands,
rolling the testicles around in his palm.  Jon just moaned louder.  Then,
unable to hold off any longer, he sucked the entire thing into his mouth
and used his tongue to explore every bit of it.  He began to bob his head
up and down, sucking furiously as Pete tenderly stroked the boy's hair and
encouraged him in a soft voice.  Abruptly, Jon arched his back and had the
most crashing, mind-blowing orgasm of his life.  He squirted 5 times as
Brett felt boy spunk flow into his mouth.  As many times as he had
fantasized about this very thing, he didn't know what to do with it.  He
began swallowing as more came out of Jon's dick, and decided he liked it.
As Jon began to calm down, Brett continued to caress his warm smooth
skin. Jon sighed in pure pleasure.  It felt so good! "Wow," Brett thought,
"it was even better than I had imagined!"  The same thought was going
through Jon's brain.  Pete thought his balls were going to explode as they
throbbed in time to his heartbeat.

Pete then guided Jon in his exploration and sucking of Brett.  Jon touched
him everywhere, feeling a little jealous of his nice little bush and his
small tufts of underarm hair.  He marveled at the taste of his best
friend's dick, s bit different from the taste of Pete's.  Brett came
massively, and Jon lapped up every drop, prepared this time for the
explosion of cum.  They lay on the bed in each other's arms, gasping and
sweating, and a wicked thought came to them both at the same time.  With
evil grins, they advanced on Pete, their sexual mentor.  They jumped on
him, and as he lay on the floor Jon got on top of him and began French
kissing him at a furious rate while squeezing his nipples hard.  Meanwhile,
Brett was sucking on his hard penis with enough force to suck-start a
Harley.  Pete was delirious at this attention and he began to cum after
only a few minutes.  Jon broke their kiss and helped Brett eagerly lap up
all of the cum that came spurting out in long, thick ropes.  They hungrily
lapped up every drop, giggling the whole time.  Pete just lay there, trying
to breathe and hoping that his aching, swollen balls wouldn't fall off.
Then they all adjourned to Jon's double bed for a much-needed nap.  Just
before Pete fell asleep, he remembered the party next Friday with all of
his sex buddies.  He smiled.  These two would really enjoy it, and he could
pay off a little more of his debt to Jon.  He might never break even on
that, he mused, but he sure would enjoy paying off the interest!


Epilogue:

A short time later, Jon's mom peeked into his room.  She'd heard the
commotion earlier and hoped that the boys would be able to work it out on
their own.  All three boys were spooned front to back, breathing in unison
with each other.  They were deeply asleep.  "I'm glad I bought him the
double bed," she thought, and began to chuckle.  She had an absurd vision
in her mind of the three teenage boys stacked vertically in a single bed
and began to laugh out loud.