Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 17:18:00 -0400
From: Captain Swing <grubsnort@comcast.net>
Subject: A Long Walk Home From School

Adult fiction for the entertainment of willing victims, uh, readers,
only.



Jonathan heaved a small sigh of relief as he rounded the corner and
started down the short cul-de-sac where he had lived for the past
month.  He silently said a short prayer of thanks that the first week
of high school was over.  It wasn't enough that he'd started a new
school in a new town where he knew no one.  He also knew that he made
an almost  irresistible target for too many of his schoolmates:  one
of the smallest boys in the freshman class, a brain in a school where
jock culture was the dominant religion, one of the few Asians, and,
even he had to admit, undoubtedly a nerd.  To some extent he held a
perverse pride in his nerdinesss:  he wasn't ashamed of being smart.
Wearing glasses had been part of his life since he was five and he
couldn't be bothered trying contacts.  His straight black hair didn't
lend itself to trendy styling.  And he liked wearing long-sleeved
white shirts and dark dress pants; that was the way his father
dressed for work and Jonathan loved and respected his father.  David
Chan had come from Taiwan  fifteen years earlier with nothing,
speaking hardly any English, and he was now a full professor at an
Ivy League University, recently recruited to join one of the top
Physics Departments in the US.  Jonathan hoped to be as successful as
his father some day, and he dressed like him as an unconscious form
of salute.  Besides, he thought most of the other kids in school
looked like slobs, with their too-big teeshirts and their baggy jeans
practically falling down.

Still, it was hard sometimes not fitting in.  At his previous school
he had gradually found a small group of friends, boys, and a few
girls, like himself, more interested in academics than sports, more
into classical music than hip-hop, more likely to play chess than
basketball.  Now those friends been left behind and he had to start
all over.  In truth, the first week could have been worse.  Jonathan
had been surprised to find so many other Asian kids, many of them the
children of other University families.  Many were Indian, or
Pakistani or Japanese and though they really had no more in common
than Swedes and Turks do they formed a sizable enough minority to
provide some sense of community.  And there were plenty of other
smart kids too; Jonathan felt he'd met a few potential friends.  But
he had felt all week like a very small fish in an overwhelmingly big
pool, probably the smallest fish. Though at twelve, almost thirteen,
Jonathan was the proper age for his class, he was several inches--
several long inches--shy of five feet tall, barely eighty pounds,
and he'd heard more than once other kids in the hall comment on his
size, questioning if he really belonged in high school.  One pimply
lout had actually stood in front of him and asked "You lost, kid?
Aren't you supposed to be in the elementary school?", but when the
lout's friends all duly laughed Pimpleface had turned and walked away
with them.  Other than that, nobody has physically threatened
Jonathan, or insulted him to his face, but he'd spent much of the
week with a small, vague ball of fear in his gut.  He knew things
would probably get better as the year went on, but for now he was
glad he was almost home and wouldn't have to worry about things until
Monday.

Jonathan's heart sank as he heard a car slow down and turn the corner
behind him.  He wasn't quite home free yet.  He glanced to his left
and, as he feared, it was the black Mazda that he knew belonged to
the guy who lived in the house next to Jonathan's.  His name was
Doug, as Jonathan had just found out the day before, and he was the
only other highschooler on Jonathan's street. He was a senior and he
was exactly the kind of guy Jonathan had spent the whole week trying
desperately to stay out of the way of.  The two had never spoken,
never met, even though they'd lived next door to each other for a
month; Jonathan had done his best to make sure of that.  Before the
Chans had moved in, the real estate agent had told them that there
was another boy who went to the same school that Jonathan would be
going to living next door and, with a brainless smile acted like that
was a selling point.  Jonathan had had his doubts, and when he first
saw his new neighbor knew there was no way in Hell the two would ever
be friends.  The guy was almost the Anti-Jonathan:  tall,
blond,athletic, handsome, All-American looking.  And he was obviously
older;  the very fact that he had a car meant he was at least
seventeen, and he looked like he could be even older. He apparently
had lots of friends too:  boys and girls who looked just like him (to
Jonathan) were always coming and going next door. Jonathan had done
his best to avoid him; he wanted to spare himself the humiliation
that he knew would probably come by being around somebody like that.
It hadn't been hard:  Jonathan was the kind of kid who spent most of
his time indoors anyway, and Doug didn't  seem to be home much.

It was one of Jonathan's new school  acquaintances  who had told him
the guy's name was Doug.  The two were eating lunch in the cafeteria
when Jonathan saw his neighbor walk in the door with a bunch of his
friends.  Just making conversation, Jonathan told Darren that the guy
who seemed to be the center of attention  lived next door to him.
Darren was impressed:  Doug Stone, it seems, was one of the school's
stars, a top jock in both soccer and baseball, treasurer of the
senior class, one of the most admired guys in school.  Jonathan
wasn't surprised:  that's what Doug LOOKED like.  He might live next
door, but Jonathan hoped he'd never know Jonathan was alive.  So it
was that he slowed down as he saw Doug's car pull into his driveway.
Jonathan had to walk past Doug's house to get to his own, but he
figured Doug would hurry inside as he usually did.  If Jonathan
dawdled, Doug would never even see him.

To Jonathan's dismay, Doug got out of his car and stood next to it,
making no move to go inside.  And he seemed to be looking in
Jonathan's direction.  Jonathan slowed his pace even more, but knew
he'd look like a complete fool if he stopped or turned around.  He
trudged on.  To his shock, Doug spoke  "Hey! How ya doin' ?"

Jonathan  actually turned and glanced behind him, finding it
impossible to believe that the golden-haired jock was speaking to
him.  Doug saw this and laughed lightly.  "No. You. How's it going?"

Jonathan knew he had to respond.  He couldn't imagine why Doug was
speaking to him.  Kids like Doug never spoke to kids like Jonathan.
This had to be some sort of joke, a joke of which Jonathan knew he'd
be the punchline.  Yet he had to answer; he couldn't just walk on and
pretend he hadn't heard.  If nothing else, it was rude, and his
parents had always taught him to be polite.

"Uh. Hi."

Doug smiled again. Jonathan knew the smile had to be fake, that Doug
was somehow continuing the joke. But he couldn't figure out how.  His
confusion deepened as Doug spoke again.  "I saw you in school today.
I didn't realize you went there.  I thought you were...you
know...younger"  He grinned and shrugged a little to take the sting
out of the possible insult.

Jonathan had too many other concerns to be insulted about his size.
"Uh.  Yes.  I am a freshman."  Jonathan had been born and grown up in
the US, but, living with parents for whom English was a second
language, his speech sometimes had a stilted, formal sound.

Doug walked from his car toward the sidewalk where Jonathan stood and
held out his hand.  "I'm Doug.  I should have introduced myself when
you moved in but I never really had a chance.  How are you?"

Jonathan shook Doug's hand in a daze.  "Uh.  Fine."   He stood
awkwardly, unsure what to say next, if anything, wishing he had left
school two minutes earlier, or later, or walked faster.

Doug looked at him expectantly, then finally spoke.  "Do you have a
name?"

Jonathan broke out of his daze, but was still wary.  "Oh. yes.
Sorry.  Jonathan.  Jonathan Chan."

There was another awkward pause, which Doug finally broke.  "So,
you're a freshman?  That means you're what?  Thirteen?"

"Yes.  Well, almost.  Three more weeks."

Doug continued to look at Jonathan with a slight smile and a look
Jonathan couldn't figure out.  He still felt that something was
amiss, that Doug wasn't merely being cordial to a new neighbor.  But
he couldn't sense any hostility.  If this was somehow a joke, there
was no apparent point to it.  Maybe Doug wanted something from him,
but Jonathan couldn't guess what.  In any event, he felt he'd
lingered as long as good manners required. He turned to go. "Well,
nice meeting you.  See you."

Doug stopped him.  "Wait.  You like video games?  My friend Danny
just loaned me the new Madden Football.  You want to try it out?

Jonathan couldn't help but stare at Doug, open-mouthed.  This HAD to
be a joke or a prank or something.  There was no way a jock senior,
the most popular kid in school wanted to waste his time playing video
games with a nerdy little chess-playing freshman, neighbor or not.
As it happened, Jonathan loved video games and was very good at
them;  while sports games weren't his favorite, he had played tons of
them and wouldn't mind trying the new one.  But not like this.  He
started to move away.  "No thank you.  I've got to get home.  Maybe
some other time."

But Doug wasn't so easily put off.  He smiled at Jonathan, giving him
the full-power dazzle he knew from long experience would make most
anybody do whatever he wanted them to.  "Ah, come on.  Why not?  Just
for a while.  It's supposed to be great, a lot better than the last
one.  I don't have anybody else to play it with me right now;  I saw
you on the street and thought maybe you'd like to.  Come on, what do
you say?"

Jonathan hesitated.  Doug didn't really seem like somebody that would
be that much into video games, but if he was that was a plausible
explanation for why he was bothering to speak to Jonathan.  Jonathan
was almost persuaded.  Almost, but not quite.  Something was still
fishy.

"I've got homework I have to do."

Doug looked at him askance.  "On Friday afternoon?  Nobody does
homework on Friday afternoon."

Jonathan was floundering.  "My mom's expecting me home."

Doug turned around and looked toward Jonathan's house next door. "She
drives that Accord, doesn't she?  I don't think she's home."  He gave
another 1000-watt smile.  "Come on.  You're out of excuses."

Stronger men than Jonathan had been unable to say no to Doug when he
turned on the charm.  Women too.  Jonathan had to acknowledge
defeat.  Besides, what was the worst that could happen?  Doug wasn't
going to take him inside and murder him, or beat him up even.  He
didn't have a bunch of his friends inside who were going to gang up
to humiliate Jonathan and steal his lunch money.  Doug hadn't been
anything but friendly; only Jonathan's suspicion made the situation
seem sinister.  Maybe Doug really did just want to play video
football.  Maybe they'd have fun.

It was fun, actually, Jonathan had to admit to himself.  By the third
game he was feeling a little bit ashamed that he's been so
suspicious.  They'd gone up to Doug's room where he had his Xbox set
up and he'd produced the game from his backpack;  there was no hint
that he had anything else in mind other than playing it.  Doug had
won the first game easily..  While Jonathan might be the more adept
game player, Doug understood the nuances of football much better.
Plus, Jonathan's nervousness made his movements stiffer:  he couldn't
manage his usual dexterity.  By the second game he'd loosened up
enough to play more skillfully, and his quick mind had enabled him to
grasp the mental aspects of the game completely.  He still lost, but
it was a much closer contest.  The third game was a marathon,  When
Jonathan finally took the lead he wondered a little if Doug was
easing up on him, but he soon realized that Doug was doing his best,
concentrating fully on winning the game.  Doug's natural
competitiveness made it impossible for him to go easy on an
opponent.  That, to Jonathan, made his ultimate victory all the
sweeter.  He sat back on the bed, his face flushed, a huge grin on
his face, savoring his triumph.  He knew it was only virtual
football, but the idea that he, nerdy, scrawny, puny little Jonathan
had beaten the big macho jock at football was a real ego massage.  He
looked over and caught Doug staring at him, an odd, unreadable look
on his face.  Doug had been a good loser, congratulating Jonathan
when he won,and patting him on the back, but Jonathan wondered if he
actually was resentful.  It didn't seem likely, but Jonathan couldn't
think of another explanation for the look on Doug's face, a look he'd
never seen before on anyone.  He thought it was probably a good time
to go home.

"Well, thanks for the game.  Games.  I'd better be going now.  See you."

Doug's face instantly changed from the strange stare to his patented
charm-look,  "Oh you don't have to go yet, do you?  Stay a while
longer.  Let's play again, you wanna?  I can't  let a squirt like you
beat me and then just leave."  He smiled broadly and then took on a
more pensive, thoughtful look.  "Or....."  He stopped.

"Or what?" Jonathan asked.

Doug hesitated, then shook his head.  "No, nothing.  Never mind."

Like most people, Jonathan hated it when someone did that.  "What?
What were you going to say?"

Doug paused, then shrugged.  "Well, I just got this hot new DVD the
other day.  You know....a porno. There's this chick in it who's so
freakin' hot!  I was just going to ask if you wanted to watch it with
me.  But you probably don't.  You're probably not interested in shit
like that."

Jonathan felt his face flush again.  He'd never expected something
like this.  He'd never seen a porno before, and never thought much
about it.  The whole subject of sex was something that Jonathan never
thought much about.  He knew all the nuts and bolts about the "facts
of life," had known for years, but they just didn't seem that
relevant to his own life.  He'd begun to enter puberty about nine
months earlier and had found the changes in his body interesting,
more as a scientific phenomenon than as something that was going to
change the way he lived.  He'd been pleased and intrigued by the
appearance of pubic hair and the noticeable increase in size of his
genitals, but didn't obsess about it; he wasn't concerned with how he
might compare with his contemporaries.  He'd never had the
opportunity to check out the size of his friends' dicks and in fact
the idea had never occurred to him.

A month or two after Jonathan had first noticed the little hairs
sprouting on the smooth skin above his penis he had experienced his
first, and so far only, wet dream.  He'd woken up confused in the
middle of the night, with vague memories of a  strange, enjoyable
dream which had somehow ended in an overwhelming, intense burst of
pleasure centered in his groin.  He reached down and felt the wetness
on the front of his pajamas, and after a moment of panic thinking
he'd wet the bed, he realized what must have happened.  He had read
about "nocturnal emissions" in a sex education book he'd received at
school and deduced that was what he had experienced.  He briefly felt
a burst of pride that he was now officially a man, but soon fell back
into a deep sleep.  When he awoke in the morning he had forgotten all
about it until feeling the still-damp spot on his pajamas brought the
memory back.  He filed it away in his mind and got up to get ready
for school.

A few weeks later Jonathan awoke on a Saturday morning with his now
almost five-inch dick as hard as it had ever been.  It was a regular
occurrence for him to wake up with a hard-on, but he usually ignored
it.  By the time he would reach the bathroom his dick would have
softened enough for him to pee, after which it would go down
completely.  This particular morning, with no school, Jonathan
decided to lay in bed for a few minutes.  For no particular reason,
he brushed his hand across the little tent his dick was making in the
bedspread, and was shocked at the intense sweet thrill that surged
through his penis.  He couldn't resist repeating the motion and felt
the feeling again.  Jonathan threw the bedspread back and, reaching
down, worked his erection out through the fly of his pajamas and
stared at it.   Almost involuntarily he reached out his hand and
grasped the hot little spike.  He hadn't been brought up to believe
that "playing with himself" was sinful or taboo.  Rather it was to be
considered crude, undignified, low-class, vulgar, something that
should be beneath someone like him.  At this moment he didn't care.
He began instinctively to slide the smooth skin covering the hard
shaft up and then down.  He had been circumcised at birth, so the
pink little helmet was never covered, and it glistened. Jonathan was
astounded at how much pleasure he could coax out of the little tube
of flesh that before now had only ever been used to empty his
bladder.  He soon established a regular rhythm and increased his
pace. Within a minute  the pleasure built to an almost unbearable
crescendo.  He almost stopped his stroking :  it felt too good to
bear.  But it felt too good to stop.  Just when he thought he
couldn't stand it anymore, his dick gave a heavy throb and a jet of
thick white goo spurted out onto Jonathan's chest, quickly followed
by two more of equal size and then two smaller dribbles.  Jonathan
hadn't thought to take off or open his pajama top so the globs of wet
gunk lay there soaking into the fabric as Jonathan breathed heavily
and slowly recovered.  He continued to toy with his rapidly deflating
penis until it became too sensitive to touch, then, barely lingering
to savor the moment, jumped up and hurried to the bathroom to clean up.

Unlike many boys, probably most boys, Jonathan didn't react to his
first mind-blowing masturbation by repeating the trick as soon and as
often as he could.  He wasn't at all ashamed of what he'd done, in
fact he was rather proud, but he didn't see the need to quickly
duplicate it.  In fact it was three weeks before the build-up in his
balls and another lazy morning led him to his second jerk-off, almost
as satisfying as the first.  By the time he met Doug he'd only
masturbated five or six times in total.  Jonathan was gratified to
realize he was a sexually-capable being, but basically thought of sex
as something for other people, not him.  In his wildest dreams he
couldn't imagine that anyone else would ever want to have sex with
him.  He hoped that when he was older, in college maybe or in his
twenties, he'd meet a girl who liked him and he'd get married.  For
now, the thought that any girl would want to get to know him, or go
on a date with him, much less have sex with him, was too preposterous
to consider.  He'd leave that for the future, for adults, or for
jocks like Doug, who no doubt had all the sex he could handle.  But
still, Jonathan was a normal, healthy, almost-teenage boy, and with a
normal almost-teenage sexual curiosity than hadn't been fully
satisfied by the books he'd read;  the idea of watching a porno movie
was too tempting to reject out of hand.  Besides, Jonathan could
recognize the insult implicit in Doug's comment that he wouldn't be
interested.

"What makes you think I wouldn't be interested?"  Jonathan was
actually a little bit offended, and it must have shown in his voice.

Doug looked a little bit contrite.  "No offense.  I just thought you
were ....I don't know.... too young or....something."

"I'm not too young." Actually, Jonathan thought he maybe was too
young; he had never even thought about watching a porno movie.  Like
driving a car, or voting, or joining the army, he'd always thought of
that as something for adults.  But it irked him that Doug thought he
was too young....or something.

Doug smiled.  "Okay!  Great!  So you want to watch it with me?"

"Sure," Jonathan said with more enthusiasm than he actually felt.
His vague sense of unease had returned.

Doug smiled at Jonathan again and stood up  "I'm just going to change
my clothes, okay?  I'll just be a second."  This didn't strike
Jonathan as strange; he always changed out of his school clothes as
soon as he got home and it was natural for Doug to do the same.. He
expected Doug to go into the adjoining bathroom to change since there
was someone else in the room, and so was a little startled when Doug
stood up and immediately began to peel off the colorful striped shirt
he wore half-buttoned, followed by the black tee he wore underneath.
Jonathan couldn't help but admire the older boy's torso.  He didn't
particularly respect athletes, in fact was slightly contemptuous of
then, feeling mental ability far outweighed the physical, but he had
to admit that Doug's muscular body was attractive.  The muscles in
his arms and chest were clearly defined and well-developed, giving an
impression of healthy strength, but not overgrown. Jonathan had never
realized that a person's back could show so many muscles, each of
which moved easily as the jock turned.  Doug's skin was smooth,
almost flawless, adorned only by a tiny patch of hair in the middle
of his chest and a heavier line which started at his navel and aimed
straight down before disappearing under the waistline of his pants.

Jonathan turned his head when he realized that Doug was beginning to
unfasten his belt.  He was shocked that Doug would take off his jeans
with Jonathan in the room.  Jonathan's family wasn't prudish,
exactly, but they were always modest.  None of them would ever think
of casually letting someone else see them in their underwear, or of
intruding on someone's privacy.  Jonathan realized that he was in
Doug's room and that Doug had a legitimate reason for stripping; the
least Jonathan could do was look away.  He couldn't resist taking one
quick glance, though, and got a brief glimpse of Doug's plaid
boxers.  When Jonathan glanced again he was relieved, mostly, to see
that Doug had put on a gray athletic tee with the school's name on
the front and a pair of cutoff gray sweatpants.

Doug rummaged in one of his bureau drawers and emerged with a DVD,
which he inserted into the player.  "Why don't you take off your
shoes and lay back on the bed.  It'll be more comfortable."
Jonathan, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed the whole time,
complied.  Doug's suggestion made sense.  He scooted back and propped
himself up on one of Doug's pillows.  It was a  queen size bed, so
Jonathan didn't feel crowded when Doug laid down next to him, but he
slid over a little to put a bigger space between them.  He stared at
the TV screen with only a very tiny ball of nervousness in his
stomach and a look of slightly-wary anticipation on his face.  As the
credits finished and the movie began, wasting almost no time on
boring preliminary set-up, Jonathan's face changed, his eyes widening
and a look of sheer astonishment taking over.


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Forty-five minutes later, Jonathan's face wore another look
altogether.  His mouth was slightly open, almost slack-jawed, as he
heaved deep irregular sighing breaths.  His eyelids fluttered as he
was unable to control the muscles that held them up, just as he was
unable to control many of his muscles,  Jonathan no longer wore his
glasses and he struggled to focus his eyes, switching back and forth
from the writhing flesh on the TV screen to the blond curls on top of
Doug's head, which bobbed up and down between Jonathan's wide-spread
legs.  Jonathan was naked except for his white shirt, which was
unbuttoned and spread open, allowing open access to Doug's left hand,
which roamed freely over Jonathan's belly and chest, stopping at
random to dig in his navel, lightly pinch his tiny nipples, or brush
through the thin patch of hair above his dick.  Doug's attention was
centered now on Jonathan's scrotum, as he licked the soft loose sac
from the bottom, periodically pinching the soft folds of skin between
his lips and even biting them very gently with his teeth.  He stuck
out his tongue to flip the small almond-shaped balls back and forth,
sometimes taking one or both into his mouth with the whole bag,
swabbing them wetly.  Doug occasionally moved to either side,
nuzzling, kissing, licking the inside of Jonathan's thighs and
especially the smooth, utterly hairless creases at the top.  As much
as he could, Doug avoided the stiff prong that pulsated above.  A
million of Jonathan's sperms already swam aimlessly in Doug's stomach
and he hungered for more, but he knew Jonathan was close to shooting
again and Doug wanted to put that off for a while.  He couldn't
resist, however, reaching up occasionally to give Jonathan's dick a
swift lick and to lap up the sweet droplets that bubbled out of the tip.

Jonathan's mind had given up trying to make sense of what was
happening to him.  He had surrendered to the waves of pleasure that
washed upwards from his groin.  He maintained enough control to stay
silent, holding in the moans and whimpers that wanted to escape his
throat, but beyond that he was nearly helpless, the willing prisoner
of thrills he had never before imagined.  Jonathan was aware, dimly,
of where he was.  He knew he was sprawled indecently on Doug's bed,
nearly naked, his most private area wide open to Doug's lewd
assault.  He knew he hadn't been forced or coerced into such an
impossible situation.  But beyond that, he couldn't center his
thoughts enough to figure out exactly how it all had happened.

When the movie had started, Jonathan had been stunned.  He had
considered, briefly, getting up and fleeing the room, aware that he
was in over his depth, involved in something he had no idea how to
handle.  But he couldn't take his eyes off the TV screen. He
understood what a porno movie was, he thought, but he hadn't expected
anything so explicit.  He'd expected to see bare bodies, maybe some
kissing and hugging and discreet simulated lovemaking, but nothing
like the obscene, no-holds-barred, no-holes-unfilled, action that
flooded past him on the TV.  As his mind recoiled, though, his penis
had its own reaction.  Jonathan was instantly hard, his newly-
adolescent cock straining at the fly of his dress slacks.  He was
mortified at the thought that Doug would notice his bulging trousers,
and tore his eyes away from the movie long enough to glance over at
the older boy stretched out beside him.  To his dismay, Doug was
staring at him, at his groin in fact, seemingly uninterested in the
contortions onscreen.  Doug looked up to meet Jonathan's eyes and
smiled, and Jonathan was a little bit relieved to see it was a warm
friendly smile, not a smirk.

"Like it huh?" Doug asked, in a friendly tone.

Jonathan couldn't think of any answer but the obvious.  "Yes."

Doug winked at him, then looked down again.  "I can tell."

Jonathan turned away in, overcome by embarrassment.

Doug tried to soothe him.  "Hey.  Don't be embarrassed.  It happens
to everybody.  Why do you think we watch these movies?"

Jonathan looked at him again.  "Really?"

"Sure.  Do you think people watch porn for the acting? Or the plot?
Look."  He directed Jonathan's gaze downward to where a large mound
had grown in Doug's sweatpants.  To Jonathan's astonishment, Doug
grabbed the mass and began to knead it.  "Guys watch porn to get
themselves turned on, and then have a little fuuuuunnnn.....  You
like to have fun, don't you?  Everybody does."

Jonathan didn't know where to look, still hypnotized by amazing
antics on the screen, but captivated also by Doug's open groping of
himself.  After a few moments, Doug stopped abruptly and rose up on
his elbows.. "Hey, sorry, but I gotta let this bad boy out."  Without
another word he lifted his butt off the bed and pushed his sweatpants
and boxers down to just above his knees.  He settled back down and
returned his hand to the 7½ inch tower of flesh that jutted up from
the forest of hair between his legs, stroking slowly.

Jonathan was afraid his head would explode. He heard a humming buzz
that seemed to blot out any other sound. He felt his ears burn and
knew his face was flushed.  He felt a tightness in his chest and a
gnawing anxiety in his stomach.  Jonathan could remember seeing a
human penis other than his own only once in his life.  On their last
visit to Taiwan Jonathan's father had taken him to a traditional
bathhouse with other men in the extended family and he had seen
dozens of naked men, including his father.  But the atmosphere there
had been completely non-erotic, the men maintaining their modesty
despite their nudity,  It was totally different from the sight of
Doug openly displaying, flaunting really, his thick erection.
Jonathan couldn't imagine anyone so brazenly showing off his most
private part to someone he barely knew.  It suddenly occurred to
Jonathan that just maybe he was the one who was out of step.  Maybe
his experience was the unusual one.  Just because he had never shared
his sexuality with his friends didn't mean other boys didn't.  Maybe
all the cool kids shamelessly masturbated in front of their buddies.
God!  He thought he was so smart but he realized there was so much he
didn't know!

"Hey, Jonathan?"

He managed to rouse himself from his daze to answer.  "Yes?"

"You know, if you want to take yours out too it's okay."

Jonathan panicked, but managed to answer.  "Um, no.  That's okay."

"You sure?  I mean, it's got to be uncomfortable like that."  Doug
nodded toward Jonathan's crotch, where the younger boy's dick still
struggled to push free from its confinement.  Jonathan shook his head.

"Okay."  Doug went back to watching the movie, glancing over at
Jonathan often.

Jonathan was tempted to do as Doug suggested.  His dick was
uncomfortably constrained in his pants.  He fervently wished his
erection would go down, but the stimulation of the movie and Doug's
continuing masturbation made that impossible.  Jonathan wanted to rub
himself but his shyness prevented him---that plus the knowledge that
if he did he would likely ejaculate into his pants. He didn't know
what to do. He wanted to go home.  But he wanted even more to stay,
to watch Doug, to watch the movie, to understand what was happening
to him, and to find out what was going to happen.

Doug spoke again.  "You know, you really ought to open your pants at
least.  You're going to cum in 'em and I know what a mess that is."
Jonathan's resistance was weakening and Doug could sense it.  "Here,
let me help you."

Jonathan lay frozen and watched as Doug leaned over and began to
unfasten Jonathan's belt.  Doug glanced up, and, finding no
objection, unbuttoned Jonathan's trousers and began to pull down the
zipper.  Jonathan felt as if what he was seeing was happening to
someone else.  He dimly knew he should protest, should stop Doug, but
he was powerless to act.  Almost involuntarily he lifted up his butt
to allow Doug to pull his pants down to his ankles.  Doug came back
up and used both hands to carefully pull the waistband of Jonathan's
white jockeys away from his belly, not touching the hard little spike
that throbbed within.  Again, without consciously willing it,
Jonathan raised up and the jockeys joined the trousers.  Jonathan lay
exposed from the waist down, his head spinning, his twitching five
inches pointing straight out, waiting for something --- he couldn't
imagine what.

Without warning, Doug leaned in and engulfed the expectant penis.
Jonathan flinched in surprise, but instantly surrendered to the wave
of bliss that swept over him.  He felt the warm wetness that
surrounded his dick, the first swipes of Doug's velvety tongue and
within seconds he was shooting and shooting and shooting, emptying
his balls into the older boy's eagerly swallowing throat.  Doug kept
the slowly shrinking penis in his mouth until he was sure he'd gotten
every last drop of Jonathan's cum, then moved up on the bed, throwing
his right arm around Jonathan's shoulders,  With his left, he took
Jonathan's limp hand and wrapped it around his own rock hard shaft,
using Jonathan's small soft fingers to rapidly jerk himself to a
massive climax, sending thick ropes of cum up his bare chest, nearly
reaching his chin.  Both boys lay back, breathing hard, slowly
recovering.

Jonathan's mind  was aswarm with conflicting thoughts.  He was so
deeply ashamed of himself that he was almost beyond shame, barely
able to believe that he had indulged in such an obscene act.  But at
the same time he couldn't help being a little bit proud too.  Most of
all, though, he was confused.  He had never heard he terms "blowjob"
or "cocksucking."  He'd read the phrase "oral sex" once or twice, but
he'd had no idea what it meant and hadn't thought much about it.  He
couldn't imagine why Doug had done what he did, wondering if it was a
spontaneous act that Doug had invented on the spot.  But how could he
do something so disgusting?  And did he have any idea how good it had
felt?  Had he done it before?  Did other guys do it?

Usually, once he had cum Jonathan lost all interest in sex for days,
Today was different.  The movie was still playing and attracted his
attention again.  He realized with surprise that one of the women
onscreen had one of the guys' cock in her mouth and was doing just
what Doug had done to him; Doug hadn't invented it after all.  He
glanced over at Doug, who looked back with a smile but didn't speak.
For some reason, Jonathan felt his dick begin to stiffen again.

About this time Jonathan began to lose track of the sequence of
events.  His glasses disappeared, but he knew somehow that they
weren't lost, that Doug had deliberately removed them.  At some point
Doug had unbuttoned Jonathan's shirt, to more easily stroke
Jonathan's smooth chest.  And Jonathan's pants and undershorts had
been spirited away, leaving his legs unconstrained, free to be spread
wide open by the older boy who controlled the action. It must have
been after this that Doug's mouth had returned to Jonathan's dick,
swallowing the little spike, now achingly hard again, to its base.
Doug had worshiped the younger boy's penis with his lips and his
tongue, bobbing, licking, swirling, sucking, until Jonathan had once
more erupted into Doug's mouth.

Still Doug hadn't stopped.  He'd left the spent penis alone for a
while and kissed and licked his way up Jonathan;s chest, stopping to
pay special attention to the tiny crater of the navel and the almost
invisible nipples.  He'd nuzzled Jonathan's neck, then moved up to
lick and nibble the small soft ears.  Jonathan lay unresisting,
unable to muster a decision as to whether he liked or disliked what
Doug was doing.  Even when Doug placed his lips directly on
Jonathan's and pushed his tongue into Jonathan's mouth, the young
Asian boy didn't object.  He wondered if maybe he did like what was
happening when he felt, to his amazement, that his drained penis was
stirring back to life.  Doug noticed Jonathan's arousal too, and
moved back down to Jonathan's groin.

It was at this point that Doug began his tongue bath of Jonathan's
whole midsection, pushing the smaller boy's legs even wider apart to
leave no part unrevealed.  Jonathan was vaguely aware that his most
private part of  all, his anus, was open to Doug's view, but was
unable to do anything about it.  He knew he should be deeply ashamed,
but his sense of shame seemed to have deserted him completely,
overwhelmed by his excitement and his sense of bewilderment.  How
could Doug possibly want to see his anus? He evidently did.  It even
seemed that once or twice he had swiped his tongue across it, but
that couldn't be possible could it?  Jonathan stopped even trying to
think.  Finally, at long last and all too soon, Doug returned to
Jonathan's twitching  dick and slowly sucked him to a third and final
orgasm.  As Jonathan filled his mouth with another, smaller, load of
sperm, Doug, who had been sporadically stroking his own thick cock as
he feasted on Jonathan, let fly with his own copious emission onto
the floor.  As he caught his breath, he reached for a nearby rag to
wipe up the mess.  Only when he was finished did he realize he'd
grabbed Jonathan's white jockey shorts.  Somehow he doubted Jonathan
would notice.

Doug stood up and gazed at the small figure sprawled on the bed,
Jonathan"s eyes were closed, his tawny skin slicked with sweat, his
glistening penis lying small and exhausted below the small patch of
crinkly black hair.   Doug couldn't help saying, more to himself than
to Jonathan, "God, you are so fucking hot!"

The words entered Jonathan's brain and as he processed them, the
impossibility of Doug's statement shook him out of his stupor.  He
sat up and looked directly at Doug.  "What?"

Doug smiled, a little bit sheepishly.  "You.  You're so fucking hot."

Rather than being pleased, Jonathan felt that Doug must be making fun
of him.  "Why would you say that?  I'm not hot."

Doug was a little surprised at Jonathan's reaction and wondered if
the young boy misunderstood..  "I don't mean hot like hot and cold,
I mean you're sexy as hell."

"I know that's what you meant but you can't be serious.  Nobody would
ever think I was sexy."

Doug  smiled. "Are you kidding me?  I guess you don't realize it, but
you're one of the cutest kids I've seen in a long time.  The first
time I saw you out the window I thought  'Man, I gotta get me some of
that.'  I was praying I''d get a chance to get in your pants."

Jonathan was almost speechless in astonishment.  He finally managed
to blurt out "But I'm such a nerd!"

Doug laughed.  He couldn't honestly deny that. "You look smart,
that's all.  That makes you even hotter.  You've got such a cute
face, and your glasses make you look so serious, and you're so little
you look like a little kid, but you're not, you dress like a grown-up
and  you've got a grown up dick, and pubic hair and everything, and
you can shoot.  Man, I could suck your dick all day.  You're the
hottest kid I've ever messed around with."

Jonathan had so many questions he didn't know where to begin, but
just then he heard a car slowing down outside and he realized it was
his mother coming home next door.  He had to get home instantly.  He
jumped up and began to search for his clothes.  Doug helped him dress
and make himself look presentable, not like a kid who'd spent the
afternoon having sloppy wet sex.  As expected, the soggy undershorts
were the least of Jonathan's worries..  Doug saw Jonathan to the
door.  "You want to do this again sometime?  There's a bunch of other
stuff we can do that we didn't get to."

Again, Jonathan had questions but no time to ask them.  "I don't
know.  Maybe.  I guess so. Yes."  He rushed out the door and hurried
home.

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