Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2002 19:47:08 -0500
From: Dimi and Joey <dimiandjoey@mail.com>
Subject: Now I Know I am Not Alone, Part 1

This is a true story, with some names changed for obvious reasons.  Joey
and I are now 18 and decided to publish our the stories of our adventures
and discoveries on the net at-large.  They first appeared on a now defunct
website.  There will be many more stories to follow.

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			Now I know I am not Alone!

	It happened this past Memorial Day weekend, May 27, 2000. My name
is Joey; I am sixteen years old, and I am gay. I live in - well, let's just
say on the west coast of Florida in a town where there are a lot of Greeks.
I have known that I am gay probably since the beginning of high school when
I found out that in high school boys have to undress and change for gym
class. I would sneak looks around the locker room to see other boys in
their underpants and naked. I had concentrate to keep from getting a
hard-on right there in the locker room. Every night I would go to my room
to do my homework, after that I would log onto the internet, and check out
the various gay boy pages. When I saw a boy who reminded me of someone I
had seen in the locker room and wanted, I would jerk off and think about
having sex with that kid. I had a trick for checking out the other boys in
the locker room: I would look up at the clock on the wall and then swing my
eyes past the other boys who were there. It worked real well; nobody ever
noticed that I was looking at them. Most gay teenage boys, if there really
were any, I decided, only jerked off, looked at other boys in gym class, or
looked at pictures of naked boys on the net. Deep down, I knew that there
was no chance of really finding another boy who is gay and that I would
always be alone. However, on May 27th of this year, the Friday before the
Memorial Day weekend, I had no idea that there was another pair of eyes
looking at me as I undressed and changed for gym class.

	I just discovered the Boysworld site the week before and couldn't
wait to get home and continue checking out some of the great links listed
there. I was very interested in the "Younguns" link but got really pissed
when I found out that the site had vanished. I took a chance and posted a
message on the Boysworld Board, asking if anybody had the addy for this
site. I was surprised and excited when I got a reply from someone on the
other side of the United States. Part of me said that this guy might be a
narc, but I took a chance and replied to the email. As it turned out he was
a gay teen too, just like me-and only a year older. He gave me his ICQ
number and I gave him mine.

"Fuckin' A," I thought as I typed, "just my luck to meet someone like me
and he has to be a world away from me."

	We chatted for a while online and then told him that I had to crash
early because I had a big day comin' up - a really massive Memorial Day
picnic down in the park by the docks on Saturday. I undressed quickly,
jumped into bed but tossed and turned for a while probably because I was
excited that I had actually talked to a kid who is gay - just like me.
Jerking off relaxed me and I finally got to sleep.

	I was up early the next morning because I had to help mama cook and
make sandwiches for the picnic. If you have never been to a Greek party,
you are missing something you would never forget. Everybody drinks, well,
the teenagers are not supposed to but they do. Papa says that Greeks don't
really get shit-faced drunk because they never sit down. They are always
dancing and drinking and that helps them sweat off the ouzo that all Greeks
drink like water. I, of course, was not allowed to drink ouzo; I was too
young my mama said. I was only allowed to drink something called Retsina on
special occasions, which is a Greek wine flavored with pine sap. Yep,
that's right pine sap. Papa says that most non-Greeks can never acquire a
taste for it. I like it a lot, though. It makes my tongue tingle.

	Everybody was at the picnic - almost all the boys and girls from my
school were there. Some of them wore traditional costumes and were part of
the Greek dance groups that dance at our festivities. I just wore sandals,
work-out t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. Everybody ate and drank from early
afternoon. I had quite a few glasses of Retsina by early evening. Papa sure
was right: constantly dancing does sweat the stuff right out of you. My
t-shirt was drenched with sweat and I could feel dampness all around the
waist of my shorts. Since I never wear a belt, my shorts had slipped low on
my hips, you could see the blue and yellow elastic band of my underpants,
which was also kinda wet from sweat.

	Everybody wanders around at these parties, visiting other families
and friends, getting free drinks and food. It is impolite to refuse food
and drink at anyone's table. I had left the family table a long time ago,
stopping here and there. Everywhere I stopped, someone would know my family
and insist that I eat and drink something. They all thought that I was too
skinny for my age cause I only weigh 115 pounds. Mrs. Kostidakis, whose
table I was just passing, called me over and put a plate of food and a
glass of Retsina in front of me. Her daughter Marika was sitting there. I
kinda thought that Mrs. Kostidakis was trying hook me up with her daughter
because she tried to get us to strike up a conversation.

"Fat chance, Mrs. Kostidakis," I thought, "Guess what? I am gay!"

	As I sat there, Dimi (short for Dimitrios), one of the kids in my
gym class, came staggering over and sat down. Over one shoulder, he had a
student's backpack. He was a good intramural wrestler and I had wrestled
him a lot after school, but I didn't know him well. Once I got a good feel
of his dick when we were wrestling.

"Giasou, Dimi," I said in Greek, which means "hello, Dimi."

"Haven't you been dancin'?" I asked cause he seemed to be really drunk. I
guess he didn't understand me because he started babbling very loudly about
Marika's "melones," (her boobs) and how he would live to suck her tits, and
fuck her.

	Mrs. Kostidakis, who was standing close enough to hear him, hissed
"Siga," which means shut up. I could tell from the her look and color of
her face that Dimi's father would hear about this and then the kid would be
in seriously deep shit.

"Come on, Dimi, let's go for a walk," I said, hoping to save his ass from
more trouble. He picked up his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and
there was a slight tinkle of glass hitting against something. I put my arm
over his other shoulder to steady him and we headed off toward the docks.
Maybe the salt air would help clear his head.

	After walking a while, we sat down on one of the benches along the
wharf. He was really out of it and still babbling, wishing that he was the
kinda kid who could fuck Marika.  "Someday...don't worry," I said, "it may
not be her but you will get laid! Besides, she's fugly" "No, No! You don't
un..der..s..tand..." he mumbled and rambled on

	He went on and on but I couldn't understand anything "Whatever,
Dimi," I grumbled every time he'd say something.

"Jo...e, guess... what?" He said in drunk, rambling fashion and then began
babbling again.  "Look, I got no idea what you are talking about, Dimi!" I
was getting kinda annoyed with his rambling.

 "I go..t a.. bottle of Twe..lve Star Me..taxa in my bag. I to..ok it from
my dad's liquor ca..binet. There's some left...Wa..nna go some..place and
do some drin..king?"

"Holy Crap! That is potent shit. You are lucky to be standing let alone
talking," I said.

"Ella, Ella," he said, Come on, Come on"

I wasn't sure but then said, "OK, just a little bit cause I've never had
more than just a sip of that stuff." Just then some adults came walking
down the wharf past us. I whispered in Dimi's ear:

"Shut the fuck up. Don't say anything to them. Just wave and smile. We
don't need any more trouble"

After they passed by, I thought out loud, "No place around here is safe -
too many people walking around. Somebody would see us and we will both be
in deep shit tomorrow."

"Let's go down on the docks, maybe in my father's storage shed. Nobody will
go in there this time of night," Dimi mumbled clearly. I agreed and we
slowly walked in the direction of the docks.

	We finally found his father's storage shed. It was unlocked because
everybody knew that diving gear stored there would be safe without locks.
We went inside. It was a little dark, but the dock lights came through the
dirty windows just enough so we could find a place to sit down on the gear
boxes. Dimi wasted no time; he took the ouzo from his pack, opened the cap,
and took a swallow and then handed the bottle to me. Of course, my little
sip ended up being a much more than that.

"Good," I said and handed the bottle back to him.

	Back and forth, back and forth the bottle went, at least three or
four times. My speech was starting to sound like Dimi's, slurred and drawn
out. Ouzo works very fast, specially when you mix it with Retsina. We both
went from English to Greek and back again, talking about God only knows
what. We were both babbling, paying no attention to each other. I leaned
back on one of the rag piles against the wall. My head started spinning; I
felt my face flush, and I saw the light coming through the window begin to
wobble and fade, and my stomach felt like it was flip-flopping. The last
thing I remember thinking about was the food that Mrs. Kostidakis had given
me earlier.

	I don't know whether I passed out or not, but I woke to a weird
feeling: my mouth felt warm, wet, and full. I thought that I was back at
Mrs. Kostidakis' table and that she had given me more food. I could also
hear myself breathing but it seemed to come from another palace. My heart
skipped a beat when I opened my eyes. The warm food that I thought was in
my mouth was Dimi's tongue and the distant breathing that I though I heard
was me breathing through Dimi's mouth and nose as we french-kissed. We were
standing there in the middle of the shed; our shorts and underpants were
down around out ankles and front of our shirts were pulled up over our
necks. He had one hand pressed against the small of my back, pulling me
toward him tightly. His other hand was behind my head, holding the back of
my neck tightly as we sucked each other's tongues. My hands were both on
his behind, but with my fingers buried deeply between his cheeks. I was
pulling his cheeks apart but, at the same time, pulled him toward me. I
could feel the hardness of his dick against mine, and every once in a while
we would both push our dicks harder against each other, moaning quietly.We
french-kissed and fondled each other for what seemed like foever. My tongue
hurt cause Dimi was sucking it so hard. I pulled my mouth from his for a
second and asked "pousda?" Are you gay? He answered by pulling my mouth
back to his lips and shoving his tongue even deeper than before. We were
pulling ourselves so close together that my hip bones were aching. I could
feel his dick throb and twitch against mine. Almost like they were talking
to each other, my dick throbbed, ached, and twitched right back.

	Dimi finally broke away from my mouth and started licking, kissing,
and sucking my nipples while he rolled my balls around in his one hand and
slipped my partially unretracted foreskin up and down slowly with his other
hand. "Funny," I thought, "I can never remember a time when my dick head
was fully out. The foreskin always seems to be floppin' over the back." The
heat in the shed was intense; the humidity was heavy. Both of us were
dripping wet all over with sweat. But that only increased our pleasure as
we slid in each others hands. While I held his head in my hands, running my
fingers through his soft, wet, blonde hair, a feeling of terror suddenly
came over me! I could hear the voices of people walking on the dock. Dimi
heard them too and froze. We both pulled out shirts down and hiked up our
underpants and shorts quickly. Even though I knew that we could not be seen
through the window, my imagination ran wild. Suppose it was Dimi's father
coming down to check something in the shed? Would he believe that we were
just hanging out drinking? Could Dimi convince him that he was just showing
me some diving gear? I looked at the bulge in the front of my shorts. No
fuckin' way! He would notice -- you couldn't miss it. (Ya gotta remember
that with my body weight, when I'm hard I really look like a very big dick
with a little kid attached to it!) I could feel myself trembling in
fear. We're gonna be dead! Drinking is really a nothing thing, but two
sixteen year old boys having sex together...the punishment for that I
couldn't even imagine!

	We waited in terror, barely breathing. False alarm..Thank God! The
voices began to fade away as whoever it was walked further down the
dock. Dimi began to pull my shorts down again, but I stopped him:

"No way!" as I pushed him away.

"What? Ya mean that you don't wanna do it?" he said in amazement.

"NO! No fuckin' way! I wanna do it, but this place is not safe, too many
people, too many eyes, that was too close for comfort!" I said.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Dimi agreed.

	We waited until there was no sign of people on the dock. It was
10:15 at night. Many people were heading home, and we left the dock to
return to picnic area. It's funny how fear can sober you up, or maybe it
was just the sweat. My clothes were soaked from my underpants out, and I
could see that Dimis's were too. Anyway, we both were speaking more
normally and clearly now. But my feet felt like sponges as we walked, and
Dimi swayed a little.

"Hey, Joey, when is your last exam next week? Mine is Thursday. All my
tough classes like Honors English and Math are earlier in the week."

"Same with me," I replied. I forgot that Dimi is a very, very smart kid and
in all the brain classes at school.

"Do you wanna go camping with me next weekend? My dad can take us both down
to Myakka River State Park Friday afternoon and we'll come back late
Saturday. I'll talk him into letting me take the canoe that way we can
canoe down the river, do some fishing, and stuff like that?"  "Sounds cool
to me, I haven't been camping since I quit the scouts", I said, "but I'll
have to check with my family to see if it is OK. I'll ask tonight and let
you know in school on Monday, or maybe in church tomorrow OK?"

	We walked along the path to the picnic area; once is a while we
would say something to each other, but didn't mention what had just
happened in the shed. We reached Dimi's table. His parents had already
packed up everything and were loading the car.

"Giasou, Dimi" I said, "I'll see ya later."

"Giasou, Joey." He replied and I walked away without looking back.

	When I reached our table, papa and mama were sitting in some beach
chairs talking with some friends. "Hi, Joey! Did you have a good time
today? You seem very happy."

"Yeah, it was OK," I answered but I was smiling. She did not know and would
have no way of knowing that her sixteen year old son had just had sex with
another boy.

"Mama, one of the kids, Dimi, you know...his father owns the
Eleuthera... asked me to go camping with him next weekend, would it be OK?"

"Oh yes, we know the family...they are good people...of course, if your
father has nothing planned," she said looking at papa. Papa grunted his
approval and he struck up the conversation again with one of his friends.

	When we got home, I went right to my room, stripped off my sweaty,
wet clothes, put on a clean underpants and went right to bed. I didn't jerk
off - maybe because I was too tired or maybe it was because I had just had
some real sex for the first time in my life. "I still can't believe it
happened," was the last thought that I remember before being awakened by
the morning sun shining on the mirror in my bedroom. I jumped up; it was
late! I had to get dressed for church...maybe I would see Dimi there! My
prayer today will be that he remembers last night and that he wasn't just
drunk when we did it.

	I saw Dimi after church. He only nodded his head as he walked past
me. I thought that he would have been a little friendlier after last
night. "God, it felt good!" I thought to myself again. Actually, it was all
I could think about. When I saw him, I thought I felt my dick twitch.
"Maybe he doesn't remember what happened....maybe he was just drunk...maybe
he doesn't like me...maybe I imagined the whole thing." It's funny how your
mind works.

"Hey, Dimi," I said as he walked down the steps, "my folks said OK about
going camping with you next weekend."

	That got his attention. He looked back and said, "That's good!
We'll have a great time! I'll talk to you more about it next week in
school." At the time I thought he was thinking about other things, but
later in school I found out that he was just seriously hung over!

	School went by quickly that week. Exams were easy; besides I had
something to look forward to next weekend. I decided not to jerk off for
the rest of the week. That way I would be all charged up for Dimi. I gotta
admit, though, that I was a bit scared. Part of me said go for it but
another part of me was frightened. I really was worried about doing anal
sex. The only thing I had ever been able to get up my ass was a hotdog and
even that hurt a bit. I had tried a banana a couple of times but could not
get it in more than a couple of inches before I really felt pain! But I do
like enemas, which I give myself almost every time my parents go over to
the Greek social club. I decided to email that kid I had met through the
Boysworld Board. Maybe he could give me some tips about it. Maybe there was
some trick that I did not know about. After I sent the email, I waited
impatiently for a reply. When it came, I was disappointed. The kid had
never had anal sex and had never done anything with a boy. He was more like
me than I had thought. Both of us just got it off by looking at pictures of
other boys naked and doing it. He did give me one good piece of advice -
take it slow. Not everything had to happen in one weekend.

	Friday morning Dimi and his father picked me up at my house. It
took a while to reach the campground, but when we got there all we had to
do was sign in because his father had made the reservations and paid for
everything already. He drove us right to the camp site he had picked. It
was neat because he had reserved one that was almost hidden and surrounded
by trees. "Wow, this is a a real nice campsite," I commented to him but
what I really meant was that it was real nice for two gay boys who are
going to have sex. There would be nobody to hear our moans, nobody to see
what we were doing. We unloaded our backpacks, the camping gear, canoe,
propane stove, food, and lantern from the car and began setting up. We
couldn't have a campfire because of the drought.

"OK, boys. Have a great time! I will be back to pick you up Saturday at 3
PM," Dimi's father said as he backed the car out of the campsite. It was
already ninety degrees and humid, and after about five minutes of work, the
sweat was pouring off both of us. I took off my shirt, and of course my
shorts were hanging way down on my bony hips. Dimi came up behind me and
snapped the elastic on my underpants, saying, "I hope you brought a lot of
sunblock for that pale white skin of yours. He put his hand low on my hip
for a moment and then went on with his work. For a second I thought that he
would spin me around by the hip and french me. It was near three o'clock
before we had everything set up: the rain tarp, the stove, and, of course,
our tent...a monster 10 foot by 12 foot wall tent. That was real tough to
set up! The canoe turned out to be a bust. It was just too hot to go out
and the river was low because of the drought.

	We cooked some dinner and then sat around and talked for a while
and listened to some tunes. We talked about everything under the sun...
school, some of the mean teachers we had had, what our plans were for the
summer, and religion. But what Dimi asked next caught me off guard: "Have
you fucked your first babe yet?"

And I answered very seriously, "No."

	I wasn't sure where this question was going. This sounded like
normal boy talk...I had heard it before when I was camping with the
scouts. I really did not expect it from Dimi after what had happened last
Saturday night. Maybe he didn't remember - he was shit faced drunk. Maybe
there would be no sex. He had said nothing about what happened last weekend
and made no attempts to touch me other than snapping my underpants
earlier. I changed the topic and suggested that we go for a hike to the
mart store for some snacks and stuff for later tonight. With the heat we
had already used up almost all our soda and we needed more!

	It was late by the time we got back to camp. We spent a lot of time
playing the arcade games at the mart. On the walk back we noticed that
there were no campers in the area. We were completely alone. The sun was
getting low in the sky but it was still very warm and humid. The bugs were
out and we went into the tent to get away from them. Inside, our sleeping
bags and packs leaned against one of the poles, and we began setting up the
inside stuff. I hung the propane lamp, put the spare bottle of gas on the
table, set up the portable CD player and lined up the spare batteries while
Dimi brought in the snacks and cooler of soda, and then began to open his
sleeping bag. He completely unzipped it all around and laid it on the floor
like a large rug, and then put all the snacks and stuff within reach.

"Too fuckin hot to sleep in a sleeping bag tonight. I'm just gonna sleep on
top of it."  "That's a good idea," I replied. "I think I'll do the same."

"Put yours on top of mine. That way we both will have a softer place to
sleep."

	We laid down on our giant sleeping bag rug. Dimi was right - it was
much softer that way. We broke out the Fritos and sodas and cranked up the
CD player. We talked and talked, ate and drank, only taking time to go
outside the tent to piss. By nine o'clock, it had gotten a little cooler
but it still must have been in the low 80's and very humid. The tent, even
with its windows open, was hot, and the propane lamp made it hotter.

	"It's too fuckin' hot," Dimi complained as he stood up and took off
his shorts, socks, and sneakers. Agreeing with him, I did the same thing.
We changed the CD, opened some Doritos and went back down on the bags.
There we were laying on our sides facing each other no more than three feet
apart propped up on our elbows. The only thing between us was our
underpants and air. Several times I used my locker room trick, and looked
at something in the corner behind us and then at the lump where I knew his
dick was. Nope, no signs of a hard-on.

	As it got later, we talked and ate less. There were periods of no
talk at all. The lamp was running out of propane and the tent was getting
darker and darker. I rolled over on my back and put my hands on my head,
relaxed but unhappy that nothing had happened. The flickering light of the
lamp was throwing weird shadows around the tent and as I was watching them
I began to feel sleepy. I heard Dimi move.

I felt his hand on my stomach, ever so lightly.

"Entaxi?" he said in Greek..."Is it OK?"

I knew what he meant, and I answered, "yes."

	He moved a little closer to me and began rubbing my stomach in a
very slow circular motion, going from my rib cage to the band of my
underpants. He almost seemed not to be touching me. His hand was so soft -
almost like velvet. I never thought a boy's hand would be so soft! Round
and round he went, slowly, very slowly...

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Oh yeah" was my very quick response as I felt my hard-on starting.

"Should I keep doing it?" he whispered.

"Let me think about!" I was trying to be funny. "Without a doubt!" I
quickly added.

	The lamp was almost out of propane so Dimi got up, put a new bottle
of gas in and lit the lamp but turned the light down very low - just enough
so that we could see each other clearly.  "That's better. Kinda hard to see
what you're doin' in the dark," he laughed as he cuddled up against me
again. I could see that his hard-on had also started.

	Round and round he kept rubbing lightly. Sometimes he would bring
the circle in real close to my belly button and then slip his finger in
there and just move it around. I could feel my hard-on pushing against the
elastic of my underpants. We didn't say anything. We really didn't need
to. I had put one hand on his shoulder and was rubbing his back from his
shoulder to the band of his underpants. Because of his position I couldn't
reach any lower. With my other hand, I was rubbing one of his nipples,
trying to be as light with him as he was with me. Every once in a while,
the circular motion of his hand would move just beneath the elastic on my
underpants and a couple of his fingers lightly brushed over my dick. Each
time, I sucked my stomach in, giving him more room to get his fingers down
there. Every time one of his fingers brushed against my dick, it ached and
twitched and pushed itself further out until it was outside the elastic
band. I could tell by the way it felt when his fingers touched me that my
foreskin had fully retracted - something that had never happened before. I
hiked myself up on my elbows to pull down my underpants.

"No. Not yet." Dimi whispered.

	My dick felt like it was going to explode. It had never been this
hard before. For what seemed forever, he kept rubbing my lower stomach,
brushing the head of my dick lightly with a couple of fingers every once in
a while. I didn't know when his fingers would brush me again but I kept
thinking, "Do it again. Do it again!" It really felt great! After a while,
every time he brushed my head with his fingers, my dick would twitch
violently, actually lifting the underpants elastic that was holding the
shaft down. Then he slipped his hand inside my underpants right beside my
dick, saying:

	"Now, hike yourself up so I can get your underpants off."

        Before he finished speaking I did what he asked. He pulled the
underpants down to my ankles, off my feet, and then threw it over in the
corner. He then took off his own and threw it next to mine. I could see his
dick hard as mine with golden hair surrounding it, which was kinda
reflecting the low yellowish light of the propane lamp.

He laid his head on my lower stomach and began rubbing from where my my
dick hair started to my belly button. My dick pressed down hard on the back
of his hand as he did. I rubbed the small of his back and behind like he
had done to my stomach. Sometimes, I would drag my middle finger between
his cheeks, but I didn't put my finger up his ass.

"Are you absolutely sure that you wanna do this?" he whispered.

"Oh yes...Oh yes...Please...Oh yes!" I moaned as I felt my whole body
trembling not in fear but in excitement. I could hear my breathing getting
short and jerky as I said it - almost like my body was trying to remember
to breathe.

He took my dick in his hand and pulled it up so that it was standing up
like a flag pole: "Aah..." I yelled and arched my back. "That hurts. What
are you tryin' to do? Break it off?"  "I'm sorry."

	While he held my dick up straight, he moved closer and began
licking my dick hair with his tongue. When it was soaked with his spit, he
began to chew on it with his teeth and work up to the shaft of my dick,
licking and nibbling on it with his teeth. Then he stopped, went back and
began licking and sticking his tongue into my belly button. I had stopped
what I was doing and was just holding his head and moaning every once in a
while between very jerky and short breathes. He slid his hand up my dick,
which he was still holding straight up with the thumb of his hand. He got
my dick head under his palm and pressed down hard in a circular
motion. Instantly, I propped myself up on my elbows:

"Holy shit!" I yelled, "that fuckin' hurts..."

Dimi pushed me back down flat, moved up toward my face and french-kissed me
for a while, not only sucking but chewing on my tongue with his teeth.. He
then went back and began nibbling on my dick with his teeth.

"Pleeease...don't do that thing again. It really hurt..."

"I'll make it better," he giggled as he put my dick in his mouth and began
sucking slowly on it for a while. Then he stopped, and slid his hand
underneath my leg, saying "Lift you legs up."

	Thinking that he was gonna fuck me up the ass, I got real scared
but pulled my knees up to my chest, put my feet in the air, and spread my
legs wide, just like the position I had seen in the pictures on the
internet. I was gonna take him all the way no matter what!

"No, just bend your knees and keep your feet down."

	He put several mouth fulls of spit on his first two fingers and
reached around to my ass-hole and began that circling motion with his
fingers, pressing lightly as he circled my hole. Each time, he worked his
finger deeper and deeper, very slowly. My dick was sitting flat on my belly
again while I held his free hand and squeezed very tightly. Once he got his
two fingers in as far as they would go, he changed position so I could see
his face... He pulled his other hand from mine and slid it underneath me,
palm up way down low in the small of my back. Then he really shoved his two
fingers into me real hard and began pushing them up toward my dick. It felt
great. There was a tingling all along the length of my dick, but then -

"Stop! Stop! Your gonna make me piss," I yelled out loud.

"No! This is something that I learned from the net. There's this thing
called the prostate gland in there that makes part of the cum. Ya can get
to it through the ass hole if you've got long fingers. That is what I'm
pushing on. Wait..."

	Sure enough, this clear stuff started coming out of me in
squirts. If I wasn't watching it, I would swear I was pissing. After a few
more pushes and squirts, Dimi took his fingers from my ass hole, licked up
this clear stuff, and french-kissed me. Then he put my dick in his mouth
and began sucking again. He stopped after a few minutes, ran a finger
lightly from the tip of my dick to my balls, and my dick reared up
violently by itself. He put it back in his mouth again and started sucking.
Again, he stopped after while and did the finger thing and again my dick
reared up, more than before this time. He went back to sucking again. A
third time he stopped and did the finger thing. He kept doing this over and
over. The last time, when my dick reared, I got a strange feeling in the
small of my back where Dimi had his hand. I felt like I was gonna double
up. Dimi put my still twitching dick in his mouth and a second later I
cummed like I never had before. He climbed on top of me between my legs, I
hooked my legs over and round his, and we french-kissed. I tasted something
very salty as our tongues played with each other: He had kept my cum in his
mouth and was kissing it back into mine. With our dicks up against each
other, he began to pump as we kept french-kissing. After a minute or two,
he got off me, spread my legs wide, and knelt there. I instinctively sat up
and he pulled my face toward his dick.


"Put some spit on your finger, put it up my ass, and press forward while
you're sucking me off."

	While I was sucking him, he began thrusting in my mouth. Every time
I pushed toward his dick with my finger, I got that salty taste in my
mouth. As I was sucking Dimi said, "Be sure to swallow just a little of my
cum and keep the rest in your mouth so you can
ive...it...b...ack...to...me." His last words were kinda chopped, yes, he
was cumming in my mouth. He laid down, I laid on top of him, and french
kissed him and gave him back part of his cum, just like he asked. The rest
I swallowed.

I laid on top of him for some time, doing nothing but enjoying the warmth
and feel of another boy's body. We were both exhausted.

"Dimi," I whispered as I nibbled on his ear, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Joey."

	Morning came too quickly. When we woke up, we were still naked and
in each others arms.  "Good Morning, Dimi!" I said and gave him a kiss on
the cheek. He kissed me right back. There was no fear any more - no
secrets. We laid side by side naked and with partial hard-ons, our heads
just sticking out of our foreskins. It really felt good to look at someone
naked and know that there was no need to hide the looking. I noticed that
Dimi had a small scar on the right side of his lower stomach. I guess he
had had his appendix taken out. There was a small brown spot, a freckle on
the shaft of his dick right next to this humongous vein that ran all along
his dick. The thin line of hair that runs from his belly button to his dick
hair was much darker than his blonde dick hair. I glanced down at myself
and I noticed that my thin line of hair had a couple of places where you
could see red suck marks. I looked at his hands too for a long time, really
for the first time. His fingers were very long and skinny just like
mine. They were beautiful!

"Dimi...why did you wait so long before you did something last night?"

	"I was afraid, afraid that you didn't remember what we did in the
shed. The shed and last night was really the first time I did anything for
real with someone. All I've done is look at pictures on the internet and
jerk off. I always felt alone. Something was missing. Sometimes, I'd jerk
off and then cry because I knew there was nobody out there to share
anything with. Other times, I would look at the pictures on the net, jerk
off and say over and over again, "Where do they get you from? Why can't I
find somebody like you?" I guess I am really fucked up. Anyway, there's
this one site that's got real good pictures and there's one picture there
that reminds me of you a little bit.

	"I don't think you're fucked up. I was afraid too. I could never
have made the first move. I am glad you did. All week I was worried that
you were drunk and wouldn't remember. I do the same as you - just look at
pictures and jerk off...I cry once in a while, too. But I keep wondering if
these kids are really gay, or are they doin' it for money or drugs. I've
prayed so much that I would find some boy to love and have sex with. A
picture of a kid who reminds you of me, eh? What site was it?"

"Boysworld."

	"Holy shit! That is the same site I look at. It's got great stuff.
What picture looks like me?

	"Wow, this is fuckin' weird. We were probably looking at the same
pictures at the same time and jerking off. I don't remember what gallery
the picture is in but they're some self pictures that a kid who uses the
page sent in...There's about five or six pictures of him jerking off. He
looks older and a bit heavier than you and his skin is darker but there is
something about him that reminds me of you. That is a great site. I got the
idea for kissing the cum back into your mouth from a story on the page. It
sounds so cool. Just think about it. Now, no matter what, you have part of
me in you and I have part of you in me."

	I leaned over and pulled Dimi toward me, french-kissed him, and
then lowered my head to his dick to suck him one last time. I gave him back
part of his cum but made the rest of it mine forever. In turn, he did the
same. It was growing late; we dressed, and began taking down the
campsite. The last thing to come down was the tent. Before we took it down,
we went inside and french-kissed for the last time.

	Dimi's father arrived on time, and we loaded the car with the gear.
"Did you guys have a good time?" he asked. We looked at each other and then
Dimi said, "Yeah, it was unbelievable!" Later, as I was getting out of the
car at my house, Dimi asked me if I wanted to spend next weekend at his
house.

"What do you think?" I laughed.

"Cool. I'll see you next weekend! I'll call you when I get home. I've got
an idea we can work on together."

	As I walked up the driveway with my camping gear, I felt mellow and
content. At last, I know that I am not alone. There are other gay teen boys
out there. I was lucky enough to find one.

P.S. Writing this story is the idea Dimi had that Saturday afternoon when
he dropped me off. Dimi and I worked on it Saturday afternoon, all day
Sunday and Monday. We used ICQ chat and email and a lot of phone calls.
(Actually, Dimi did all the writing because he is such a brain in English.)
We want others to know that they are not alone. Maybe there are more gay
teens in SW Florida.  This story is really true. It happened when we were
both sixteen.  That was two years and an eternity ago. Much has happened
since then. There are two other stories that bring our adventure right up
to this summer, June 2002.  I will post them soon You can reach us at
dimiandjoey@mail.com.