Path: andrew.cmu.edu!crabapple.srv.cs.cmu.edu!cantaloupe.srv.cs.cmu.edu!drycas.club.cc.cmu.edu!pitt.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!snorkelwacker.mit.edu!
 thunder.mcrcim.mcgill.edu!bonnie.concordia.ca!daily-planet.concordia.ca!alcor!fink2
Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss
Subject: Story
Message-ID: <fink2.707508731@alcor>
Date: 2 Jun 92 18:12:11 GMT
Sender: usenet@daily-planet.concordia.ca
Lines: 1205

From S-Tek in Montreal: (514)597-2409

COME OF AGE: THE STORY OF TOMMY
by Larry Long

     The letter was in his school locker when he went to get his jacket to go
home on Friday. It was in an envelope, with his name on the outside, "Tommy,"
and was typed on two sheets of paper. He opened it, looked at it and put it
right away, in his book bag, and then opened it again to read it when he got
home. Although there wasn't anyone in the house, he opened it and read it in
the bathroom, with the door locked. This is what it said:

     "Dear Yummy Dick,

     You don't know that for a long time I have wanted you. I have wanted to
help make pleasure with your body, to run my hands all over your smooth skin,
to see your penis grow larger and larger as the head swells, as the tip opens,
to see your balls come up to your body, closer, closer, ready to pump out a hot
load of warm sweet creamy white jizz. Your long legs, your smooth round butt,
your thick hard prick, your hard chest, smooth rippled stomach, your perfect
nipples, your hot pumping crotch all these things drive me nuts.

     You don't know that I have seen you with your big, long, thick prick
standing out from your body, that wonderful piece of meat throbbing filled with
your juice, but I have. You don't know that I watch that dick and want to take
it in my mouth, and suck on it all up and down all up and down until your sweet
juice comes pouring out and fills my mouth, drips down around my chin, until
your eggs, your nuts, your wonderful balls pull up to your bod and pump out
that sweet, creamy jizz. What difference does it make that I am another dude?
None. or if anything, it means that I can do it better for you, cause I have
one too, and know every inch of skin, every place it feels good, what to do
next. When you shower in the locker room, your tall body sweaty and then the
warm water running down your belly, and onto your penis, and your balls, and
your pubes covered with soap suds and hot wet water, oh, I want you to come
over to me and let me rub you up and down, soaping up your back, your buns,
running my fingers up into your crack and cleaning your ass, your hole,
tickling it and then going up into it a little with a wet finger, just enough
so that your hard prick really grows, the skin on the head really stretching
until the cum slit in the end is open wide.

     I would get down on my knees right there, after cleaning your crack and
rinsing it off, and spread your ass cheeks with my hands, and press my face up
against your buns and with my long wet tongue I would go up into your hole, and
tickle the inside, making you so hot you wouldn't be able to hold back your
thrusting dick, your pumping balls, your hot sweet cream. Up into your hole I
would lick, my hot tongue going way up into you, then I would come down around
the inside of your thighs, then up your balls and around to the head of your
thick prick, taking the head in my mouth and licking it and sucking it. I could
make you blow off 3 or 4 loads in no time at all, and I could drink them all
down, no problem.

     Maybe then we would go to my house, my folks don't get home until about 6,
and if it is only 3 o'clock or so, then you would lie down naked on my bed,
which is a big queens sized water bed. I would start at the bottoms of your
feet, and lick the soles of both feet, tickling in between your toes with my
lips and my tongue, then up the insides of your legs, up your thighs, up to
your ball sack. I could take the whole ball sack in my mouth and warm up those
nuts, start them sending jizz out again, lick them real wet.

     I would lift your legs up around my neck and put my mouth down into your
asshole again, sending my hot tongue up into your back crack, ticking the gland
there which holds the hot jizz ready to pump... and start to stroke your pole
at the same time. For five minutes I would run my tongue faster and faster into
your hole, tongue fucking your asshole until you were about ready to cum...
then I would pull it out and take both balls in my mouth again... licking and
sucking those eggs until the hot juice was ready to spurt.

     Then back to the pleasure pole, my hot mouth going down on it, sliding wet
up and down it, it is so big and thick and juicy, the cum slit at the end
opening, my tongue tickling the end... I can taste the beginnings of that juice
ready to pop, what a big load you would have for me. Then, right then, you
would cum, your hot dick pumping spurt after spurt of jizz into my waiting
mouth.

     But we wouldn't be finished yet, oh no. I know you have a lot of load up
there, a full load of jizz, more spurts yet to come this time. I would keep
that pleasure pole in my mouth until it was hard again, sucking and licking on
it, and then I would roll over under you, lying on my back, you lying on top of
me, and I would lift my legs up and around your waist, and open my back crack
to you. Don't worry, it would be completely clean, remember, I sucked you first
in the shower, and I washed it out real good.

     With your hard pole pointed right at my crack, I would pull your body to
me with my legs, your prick pointed into my opening, and then I would feel the
head slide up into my slot, then the shaft, until you were all the way in me,
and your ball sack was bouncing against my buns. Then I would start to hump and
hump, pumping your thrusting dick in and out of me with my hips, you would be
humping too, really thrusting now, all your wonderful strength and looseness
working to make us one, our bodies thrusting together. I would be hard too,
Yummy Dick, and you would be giving me soooo much pleasure... my hardness also
rubbing against your belly... and when you shoot... ahhhhhhh throbbing spurts
of jizz up into my assholeI I would throb and shoot too, and you would be so
happy that we both had this wonderfulness together.

     Thank you, Yummy Dick, thank you. Oh, we could do so much together. I know
so many ways to make you cum. Come on, dude. Didn't you ever just lie there, on
your back, your hard hot prick in your warm, big fist, and stroking it off,
think of the wonderful things that two dudes can do together to make hot
spurting such a great time? I am sure you did, every dude did. Reading this
letter is getting you hotI the hot blood is filling your dick now. Imagine what
we will do, my hot mouth on your penis, sucking sucking sucking until the jizz
comes, and lie down with this letter and stroke it, jack it, stroke it and cum
a couple of times. It would be like that, but a million times better, cause I
am good at it, muscular, smooth, athletic, ready to move every inch of my bod
to give you the hottest time, the biggest orgasm, complete pleasure.      I
want to watch your prick grow hard two times, three times, slowly from up
close, seeing the skin stretch. I want to taste the sweet taste of the inside
of your thighs, your crotch, the sweat from off your ball sack. I want to lick
up into the ass crack, taste you, go deep inside of you. I want to feel your
body get tight from the pleasure, your legs moving, your prick swelling, your
asshole opening to let me get my face closer, my tongue deeper. And I want to
taste that sweet jizz, I want it to fill my mouth, then my ass, then my mouth
again, over and over, to have you cum and then sleep in my arms and then wake
up and cum again.

     We could do this, Yummy Dick. If you want to, just show some hard in
school in the locker, I will notice. Or rub it a little. I will see. Don't
worry, I want it so bad, I want your hot cum in me so bad... don't worry, you
are really going to like it. I can see it now, we could do this a lot you know.

     My mom isn't home at all during the day, and we could go over to my house
every afternoon, it is empty. Think of my water bed swaying and sliding under
our naked bodies... I can take the sheets off of it and put oil on it... then
we slide on it when we fuck.

     We could fuck with you on top of me, my legs wrapped around your thighs,
we could fuck with me on top of you... your hot prick up my asshole as I sit on
your crotch, going up and down on it with my muscular legs. I could be on my
knees on your belly, your hot dick sliding in and out of my wet asshole, I
could ride up and down on it, up and down, it would get so hard and so long and
so thick and then it would explode with hot cum creamy cum creamy cum creaming
into me creaming into me. Oh, I can feel the slick spurts of it in my bod right
now.

     I have to take a break here and jack off. The thought of you in me is so
good, gets me so hot, that I have to stop and slide my hand around my dick and
get some relief. I would love it so much more if you were really here with me,
instead of me putting oil in my palm and pretending it is you. I will go lie
down on my bed and imagine that you are in me, that your hot dick is up my
hole, and that you are about to cream into me. I can feel my pole growing, and
I can feel my jizz getting ready to blow out the tip.

     Ahh, that is better. That wet cream was because I think about you, your
hard body, your wonderful full dick, its thick sausage shape and length in and
out of my mouth, my ass, my hand, my mouthI I want you everywhere.

     Doesn't it sound good to you? Come on, you know it does. I can give you so
much pleasure, so much sex and fun. There is nobody who could love you more,
love your dick more, love your body more, love you more. Nobody would be more
interested in tickling every inch of your prick, that special sweet spot of
skin you have right under the head on the bottom, about an inch of smooth slick
skin which gets so sensitive when your prick swells into a wonderful boner. You
could lie on your back, your buns on the coolness of my uncovered, oiled water
bed, your hard boner sticking up into the air, some sounds on my machine, and I
would take your dick and peel back the foreskin, showing off that smooth slick
inch of skin. Then I would take my tongue, and just flick that skin a little,
then lick it gently, licking it up and down, tickling it and making your prick
grow harder and harder.
     I would hold the foreskin back, and the skin on your dick head would
swell, and the head would turn purple, and the slit at the tip would open and I
would keep licking gently. A golden perfect drop of pre cum juice would appear
at the tip, shining there like gold, like a pearl. I wouldn't touch that drop
yet, I would lick that skin some more, and then, I would take my open mouth and
open lips and slide them down over the swollen head, taking that drop of pre
cum jizz with me into my mouth... It is the sweetest tasting part, that little
drop of pre cum.

     How many times can you cum in me in one afternoon? I don't know, but we
could find out. We don't need anything but your body and my body. Nothing else
is needed to get us off, to get us up, to get us hot. Can't you just imagine
it. No hassles, no games. Just two dudes, hot bodies, wanting to pour jizz out
their dicks. Doing it together, nothing between us but our pleasure. You don't
have to pose with me, guy. I know you for who you are. We are the same. No
jokes, no nervousness. I understand your prick, your ass, your skin, your tits,
your body. I can make you cum so hard you will think that your jizz is pouring
out of your ears.

     Can you imagine me lying on my belly on the bed, my sweet ass up to the
ceiling, my buns spread, my crack open, my hole waiting for your thrusting
dick. You lie on my back, sliding your dick into my crack. We fit together like
a Tonka Toy. We become one body. Your body fits mine like a perfect match, a
glove. You lift your hips and then slide your greased and lubed penis up into
my hole, your crotch comes down and makes a perfect fit onto my buns. Your
chest is pressed up against my smooth back. Your nipples are hard, and they rub
my shoulders. You press your face into the back of my neck, your lips brushing
my skin, you smell the soapy cleanness of both our bodies. I lift my hips
against your thrusting crotch and then down again, pumping and humping up and
down with you. You can kiss my neck, it is cool. I can really get off on it,
and then you feel your dick fill with hot guy juice again. You have so much of
it, you can do this all day.

     What a ride this is going to be. My buns pressing against your crotch,
your dick hard up into my hole. I pump my dick against the bed. I am going to
cum with you, my prick spurting against the slicked water bed. And you don't
know it yet, but when my prick spurts, when I cum, my asshole will squeeze down
automatically, a reflex, and squeeze your dick just right.

     You are ready to spurt. I time my cumming so just as you cum, I cum, and
my asshole squeezes down on you, grabbing your spurting dick and really milking
it. You can't believe it, it is the biggest orgasm yet, and there is better and
more yet to come, dude. Better and more yet to come.

     Show me hard in school, guy. Just a second is all it will take for me to
get the message. I will set it all up. Don't worry, just show me hard.

     Your loving friend, The Dude" *********************

     When Tommy finished reading it, he didn't know what to make of it. He read
it through again. First off, he didn't have any idea who "The Dude" might be.
So far as he knew, none of his friends was called "The Dude," and he wasn't
called "Yummy Dick," and none of his friends was gay, anyway. Gay was suckass,
gay was, well, Gay. And Gay meant something wrong, something pussy.

     Tommy put the letter away in his secret place, where he kept his porno
mags and other stuff, wondering how he would ever know who this freaking
pervert was.

     Tommy was 16, a Junior in high school, very athletic and varsity sports
minded. He was all American, red blooded, straight, and never had fucked a guy
in his life. Girls were what boys fucked, and even though he had never fucked
one he had come pretty close, and had been sucked off by one girl, even though
she was kind of a whore, not a real one, but kind of, at the end of last
summer. He wasn't gay, he wasn't going to fuck no dude's asshole, that was for
sure.

     Saturday night Tommy went out "hanging" with the other dudes, and they
just kinda stood around for a while. Tommy wasn't very bright, and he wasn't
very motivated to do much of anything except play basketball.

     But he was cute and tall and nice looking, and on an average Saturday
night on the avenue he could get a couple of the local girls to hang with him
and neck, maybe more. Soon he was going to do more. For right now, hanging with
the dudes was good, no hassles, nobody got pregnant, and if a girl wanted to
pet, to neck, to jack him off standing in front of a dark house, that was cool.
He would finger her cunt while she jacked him, they would both get off. They
had done that lots of times, no particular girl, a bunch of them hung out. But
that was cool.

     He got "lucky" that night, and after a few beers, a few too many really,
and some time waiting around, and Tina, a girl he sort of knew from the area
showed up and went off for a walk with him. They fooled around a little, she
let him into her bra and he sucked on her tits, and then she opened his pants
and played with his dick until he came. He did the same for her pussy at the
same time, and she got into it, but there wasn't any place there to really lay
her down and lay her, and they settled for that. He went back up to the corner
where the dudes were, and had a few more beers, and saw that she repeated her
act with at least three other guys before he finally left and stumbled off home
to sleep.

     Sunday he woke up hung over, and hard, and jacked off and got up to take a
shower. All the time he was jacking off, the words from the letter he had
received from his anonymous admirer were ringing in his aching head, the scenes
of the mouth going down on his dick and his dick pumping in and out of the guys
asshole accompanied him down the orgasm road. "No way, dude. I ain't no gay, no
way. My dick ain't pumping no dudes back door, no way!" he said immediately
after popping an especially big, and especially satisfying juicy load.

     He got up to shower, and couldn't stop thinking about the locker room at
school, wondering who this dude was who saw him in the shower, and who wanted
to get on his knees and suck his cock. Before he knew it, he had jacked another
load into the shower, and it was big and satisfying like the first. "Boy that
beer sure made me horny" he thought, and got out and dried off and dressed.
     Sunday was supposed to be a day of going to church, then homework and
family dinner. But ever since he had gotten to high school he hadn't had much
to do with that. It was already 11 when he got up, and his parents were already
gone with his grandparents to church and wouldn't be back until about 1. And
homework, well, he would do that after there wasn't anything else to do.
Basketball was the only homework he was interested in, basketball and hanging
around. He went down to the kitchen to hunt up some breakfast and to check out
what was going on.

     His neighborhood was a middle class working area, rows of houses built in
the boom years after the second World War, row houses, small yards between
them. Each had a small back yard, and aluminum siding had made a big hit here
during the Eisenhower years. A working class area, views on sex, manhood,
basket and foot ball, and guys and girls were pretty straight forward and right
out of the 1950's. Gay bars and gay rights were unwelcome here. Women's
liberation, also. Civil rights, also. And so on.

     Tommy was a good-looking boy, athletic, not too smart, born to average
parents in this average neighborhood. He had two things going for him. He was
very good at basketball. He was very handsome and good-looking nude. The
basketball had gotten him a place in a private school, a catholic parochial
school, that he never would have earned academically, and kept him there
against the advice and desires of his academic advisors. He finished his
breakfast just as his parents pulled up into the driveway with his grandparents
from church. He grabbed his jacket and ducked out the back door just as they
came in the front. The easiest thing was just to not see them, not get into a
hassle with them, especially on Sunday when they were all "holy" and he was
not.

     Tommy hopped over the back fence into Charlie's yard, a friend he had
known since kindergarten. Charlie, who's family went to the same church as
Tom's, was just changing in his room on the ground floor. Tommy could see in
the window, where Charlie had all his lights blazing, as usual.

     Charlie was into his wrestling, as much as Tommy was into his basketball,
and the different effect of each sport on the body of its players was apparent
as Tommy watched Charlie change from his Sunday suit into his everyday clothes.
Charlie had the broad back and shoulders of a lifter, because the wrestling
coach was also the weight room coach and demanded of all his wrestlers that
they lift for an hour three times a week minimum. His legs were thick and
powerful, his waist slim and his belly washboarded heavily. Charlie was
stripped to his bleached white underbriefs. (Charlie's mom watched every soap
and detergent commercial on television and carefully tried every new product.
Aside from having underpants that shone like moonlight, he had gotten a rash on
his ass every time some new enzymatic detergent came out on the market. She was
a fanatic.) He was combing his hair in the mirror.

     Tom climbed in the open window next to where his friend was standing.
Charlie was turned to face him, his tight white briefs filled to capacity with
his more than extraordinarily ample equipment. It seemed to Tommy that as
Charlie had developed from weight lifting, his dick and balls had grown in
proportion. Nobody seemed to be able to take their eyes off them in the showers
at school. They were immense.

     Tommy went and lay down on Charlie's bed, his head propped up on his arm
bent at the elbow. This put his face about a foot from Charlie's immense white
glowing crotch bulge. He could smell a heavy new detergent perfume from the
white briefs, indicating that Charlie's mom had found yet another new laundry
product, combination bleach, detergent and fabric softener to try. Tommy felt
sorry for Charlie, he was sure to get a new round of rashes. Sometimes he even
got them on this dick, and that really hurt.

     Tommy had thought he might tell Charlie about the letter, even show it to
him. After all, he had known Charlie all his life, they had lived next door to
each other since they were born, two days apart, 16 years ago. They always
celebrated their birthdays together, on the day in between their two birthdays
that wasn't anyone's birthday, and which had become known as Tommy/Charlie's
birthday. But, somehow, he didn't tell Charlie about it. This was rare. They
shared everything.

     They had shared an awakening to sex together too. Not together, that is,
not sex with each other, but the awakening. Conventional wisdom in their town
said that a boy couldn't cum until he was thirteen, but on his thirteenth
birthday the switch got thrown and he could. On their thirteenth Tommy/Charlie
day, they slept over together at Charlie's house, which they did a lot all
through their childhood. Charlie's mom and Charlie lived alone, his father had
died when he was 4. And his mom worked all kinds of hours unpredictably, as a
private detective. So Charlie and Tommy were together a lot, and they slept
over in Charlie's room a lot to keep each other company.

     On this thirteenth Charlie/Tommy day, they had a wonderful party with all
the two families and all their friends, and, about 8pm, Charlie's mom had to
leave on a job. The boys decided to stay at Charlie's together, which they
usually did. After everyone had left, they lay on top of the two twin beds in
Charlie's room with the shades down and music on the stereo, and looked at each
other. Every boy in town waited like this for his thirteenth, but most waited
alone.

     "I guess we are ready now," Tommy said. He was the older by the two days,
so he was actually 13 and a day, but it was a testimony to his friendship with
Charlie that he hadn't touched himself the day before. "I don't know," Charlie
said. "I am not really 13 yet, I guess. Maybe I can't."

     By that time Charlie already had the massive equipment that would be so
startling to everyone around him by the time he was a junior in high school.
Tommy had no doubts that that equipment could cum, could probably cum at the
age of 8. But so deeply ingrained was the idea that 13 was the magic number
that Charlie had never even tried.

     "You are 13, Charlie. You are." Tommy was absolutely sure. "We are both
13. We have been celebrating that way since we were born. Your body knows its
true."

     Both boys were only wearing their underpants. They had slept in only their
underpants since they were first out of the crib. In the past year they were
used to having big boners in those shorts, and used to seeing each other's
boners. Tommy's started to swell now. Charlie's did the same, and, being so
huge, the head of his dick popped right out of the waist band immediately.

     Tommy pulled his briefs down around his feet and kicked them off. The two
boys were also used to seeing each other naked. They had been bathed together
as children, being only children each, and they had showered together ever
since. Tom's boner was full hard now, and sticking straight up in the air.

     Charlie pulled his briefs down also, and kicked them off and across the
room. His massive dick was full hard, and stuck up almost 7 inches from his
body, and amazing size for his age. Tommy's was barely 5 inches, not even that,
more normal for a 13 year old. The tip of Charlie's was swollen so big and full
that it was purple, and the slit at the end of it was open from the pressure.
There was a drop of moisture glistening on the tip, which was thick and sticky.

     "Now what do we do?" Charlie said and he propped his head up on some
pillows on the bed, so that he could see his boner clearly. "I think there is
something we are supposed to do."

     "We rub them, that's what," Tommy answered. He took is youthful boner in
his right hand and made a fist around it and started to pull up and down on the
skin, pulling the foreskin of his uncircumcised dick over the head of his penis
and then down, exposing the sensitive skin underneath.

     "That's right, that feels really good. Try this, Charlie." Tommy spread
his legs apart so that his friend could see what he was doing. Charlie did the
same thing with his right hand, spreading the open palm around his very massive
boner and closing it around it as a fist. He also began to rub and pull in up
and down motions, both boys moving their hands rather slowly, pulling their
foreskins back around the tip and then off of it again. They moved their hands
up and down the full length of their dicks, from the base around their balls to
the top of the stroke and back down again.

     Their bodies were very different, and their developments too. Charlie was
massive, not only his penis, but in every way. His balls were big, fully
developed and hanging loose in the scrotum. They almost touched the mattress
under him when he stroked, and they were covered with a light down of hair.
Around the base of his dick was a bush of hair, not as full as it would be in a
few years, but as full as some guys ever get.      Tommy was taller than his
friend, much more wiry, thinner. His dick was thinner and shorter, and his
balls, smaller and tight up against his body. There was a very sparse bit of
hair in two growths around his dick, one little growth on each side, and
nothing in the middle yet. "What is going to happen?" Charlie asked. Tommy
generally knew more about sex and stuff than he did, because he had a father.

     "I think we are going to 'cum,' whatever that really means," Tommy
answered. "I think we keep doing this and then something comes out. That's why
it is called 'cumming.'"

     They both kept up the rubbing, and they started watching each other more
closely. The two beds were only separated by about 18 inches, and the boys were
lying on the edges of the beds closest to each other. Both of them started to
speed up slightly at the same time.

     "Do you feel anything yet?" Tommy asked.

     "Yeah," Charlie answered him. "I feel something funny, kinda like I have
to pee but can't. I want to go faster, and it feels really hot inside."

     "Yeah, me too," Tommy added. "Just like I have to pee, only different.
Mine is starting to get really hot. Let's try going real fast." Both boys
started to move their hands up and down on their swollen cocks much faster now,
and started breathing heavily. It got harder and harder to keep watching each
other, as the sensations of heat and warmth and wetness started to spread out
from their balls and up into their dicks.

     "I feel like my balls are on fire." Tommy said. He just wanted to close
his eyes and feel it, but he didn't want to miss it if Charlie came first. "I
feel like they are going to explode."

     "Me too," Charlie panted. He was lying with one leg off the bed on the
side near Tommy, and that made it easier to watch his friend.

     "I think this is it!" Tommy was having a hard time talking.

     "Me too. This must be it!" Charlie also was having a hard time, but he
wanted to watch both their penises at the same time. Suddenly both boys pulled
back on their dicks and held their hands still for a moment, and the sensation
of heat and fire in their balls leapt up into their dicks and spread like
wildfire into the heads of their hard boners. They started to pump and jack
again, faster and simultaneously, almost at the exact moment, they both started
to ejaculate their first cum.

     For Tommy it was a normal first load shot. It wasn't very much, and it was
relatively thin and clear liquid, lacking the thick creamy stickiness that
would characterize his jizm later in his adolescence. But Charlie's cum was
amazingly thick, sticky and full. While Tommy's first load dribbled out of his
dick and onto his belly, Charlie's shot with tremendous pressure all the way up
his chest, some landing on his chin. There were three or four full spurts of
it, and it came to rest in gobs on his body.      "Holy shit!" Tommy said.
"That felt weird."

     Charlie, on the other hand, just couldn't talk. The force of this first
orgasm was so powerful for the more developed boy that he was breathless and
speechless.

     Tommy looked over at his friend and saw what had come out of him.

     "What the fuck is all that?" he asked.

     "I don't know," Charlie answered him. "I think I came a lot."
     "Mine doesn't look like that!" Tommy complained. "Why doesn't mine look
like that?"

     "I don't know, Tom. I don't know." But soon it did, and soon the boys were
both cumming in larger amounts with thicker and juicier jizm. It got to be a
regular part of their friendship to jack off together, at first almost every
time it was possible. Almost every day. But over the past few years it had
become a regular part of their Sundays together. Since Charlie's mom was out so
much, and since she was always out visiting her mother at her home in Maine on
Sunday afternoon, the two boys would spend that time together and would always
end up jacking off.

     They had never jacked each other. They had jacked off together at least
one time every week for the past 3 and a half years, but they had never touched
each other.

     Over that time both boys had accumulated a collection of some pretty sexy
material, including some specific hard pornography, both novels and picture
magazines. They each had a special hiding place for their porn, and would take
it out on these Sundays and read it, aloud, and look at the pictures, comparing
their older collections to new materials they had acquired, some that week. And
in the process they would become very very very excited and hard. And before
they were done, they would lie down on the two beds in Charlie's room and
re-create the scene in which they had their first orgasms. They would always
strip to their underwear when they took out the porno stuff. They would always
lie on the same bed. They would always kick off their underpants in the same
order, first Tommy and then Charlie. They would always put one leg on the floor
between the beds so that they could see each other's dicks. And they would
always cum at exactly the same time, repeating the words that had announced
their first time: "I think this is it!" Tommy would say, and Charlie would
reply: "Me too. This must be it!"

     So on this Sunday, also, this Sunday after Tommy received the mysterious
letter from his secret admirer, who only identified himself by signing his
letter, "Your loving friend, The Dude," Tommy and Charlie went through the
ritual of their shared jack off and their shared orgasm. It was Charlie's porno
collection they used that day, and Tommy's letter never came up. The bright
white briefs that would surely cause a rash the next day came sliding down
Charlie's muscular thighs, and both their now equally developed dicks swelled
with blood, responded to the rubbing of their young hands, called out with fire
to their burning balls, and exploded with pumping hot white creamy sticky jizz
all over their bodies at exactly the same moment, heralded by the announcement"
"This must be it!".

     The next morning was Monday, and it was a school day. Tommy had spent the
night over at Charlie's after their Sunday afternoon regular jack off session,
and hadn't been home (they both kept a full supply of clothes and necessities
in each other's bed rooms and closets and drawers). He hadn't had a chance to
look at the letter from "The Dude" again, and wasn't really thinking about it
very much. This last J/O session with Charlie had been especially satisfying,
and at the end, before they had both said: "This must be it!" and blown an
especially large load of jizz all over themselves, their feet and thighs had
touched on the floor between the beds where they both had one leg down the
better to see. That had never happened before, and Tommy felt that a certain
electric current had been added to his orgasm that made it especially good.
Charlie was, after all, his best friend, and the closest thing that he had to a
brother. They really did come at the same moment, and had done so, week after
week, year after year, since that first time on their 13th birthday.

     When Tommy arrived at school he went straight to the corridor where his
locker was, as usual. He set his book bag down and opened his locker. Without
paying much attention he bent down to get his book bag and put some of his
things in his locker when he saw the folded piece of paper which had been
stuffed under the locker door sometime since the last time he had been there.
He picked it up and opened it quickly and glanced at it.

     It was the same printing as the letter had been, and the same signature
was at the bottom. He quickly put it in his shirt breast pocket and went on
about the normal business of putting his things away. Then he went into the
boys' room and went into a toilet stall and shut the door and locked it.

     He pulled his jeans down around his knees and his underpants, and sat down
on the toilet seat.

     He quietly took the paper out of his pocket and unfolded it and started to
read. What it said was:

     "Tommy Dude,

     I know that you got my letter. I hope that it gave you a big hard on and
that you shot a load the next time you jacked off that was such a hot one that
you felt your balls coming out your ears. I know that thinking about what I
said to you made me come so big the next time I touched myself that I wonder
what I should call what happened to me. I certainly never came before if that
was coming.

     If you are turned on by me and my letters at all, and want to do some of
what I wrote you about, please show me some hard today in the showers. I will
be watching after the team practice, and if I see some hard I will know to go
on. Meantime, I am going to jack off again. Shit, you make me hot. I want to go
down on your stiff pole so bad, in every way, every position. I can taste your
cum now.

     Your loving friend, The Dude."

     Tommy didn't know what to make of this. It had certainly been true that
his last j/o session with Charlie had been the best ever since their first one
when they were 13. He had certainly cum with such force that he felt that his
"balls were coming out of his ears." But he wasn't gay. He knew he wasn't gay,
why, Saturday night Tina had done it with him and he had done her too, and it
was just as good as always, which was never quite as good as when he jacked off
with Charlie, but it was supposed to be more important and better, so it was,
wasn't it? All he knew was that he had to be in home room in five minutes, the
warning bell was ringing, and his dick was so hard, sitting on that toilet
seat, that it would never go down by itself in time for him to get to home room
in time.

     There was only one thing to do, and he knew very well what it was. He put
the letter down on his knee with the message facing up, and took his stiff pole
in both hands, and started working on it silently. After all the boys' room
wasn't empty, there were two sophomores smoking in the corner, and a couple of
seniors talking about having scored on Carla, a senior girl known for her fast
and dirty escapades in the back seats of cars or anywhere else.

     Just as he felt the jizz boil up from his balls and start to race for the
tip of his dick he looked down and saw the note on his knee, and an image of
Charlie with his stiff pole pumping yesterday, and a sensual memory of their
bare legs and feet and thighs touching on the floor between the two beds leapt
into his mind at the moment of ejaculation, and he muttered under his breath
"This must be it!" and came, not just a perfunctory "before-class-boys' room
in-school fast jack off" cum, but a whopping big one that was hard to clean up
and get rid of. He just made it to home room as the bell rang.

     The rest of the school day was more of a blur than usual, and Tommy's days
in school were usually a blur except for lunch and varsity sports after school
was over. He was impatient waiting for school to end and basketball practice to
start, but that wasn't unusual, and he didn't think very much about it. He did
almost notice that he was more impatient than usual, and a little nervous, but,
after all, there was a big game coming up this weekend, an away game on
Saturday with their arch-rival, and everyone on the team was "psyching" up for
it. By the time the last bell had rung, and everyone had gone off to
activities, and he was in the locker room changing, he had calmed down somewhat
and had slipped into an almost normal mood.

     The locker room after school was a meat locker of the most impressive
kind. Tommy's school, Thomas Jefferson High School (some said named for Tommy
himself, if he played a particularly good game, since his last name was
actually Jefferson), was the best sports and jocks school in the district,
winner of almost every varsity tournament except tennis for the past 10 years.
It attracted, because there were competitive entrance examinations for high
school in Tommy's area, all the guys who were particularly interested in
sports, and all the girls who were particularly interested in guys who were
interested in sports, which meant, really, big, muscular guys and girls who
liked to work on one of their "muscles" in particular.

     For some reason Tommy was particularly aware of the number of really well
developed guys in his school today, and how long they stood there undressing
and naked, before they slowly slipped on their jock straps, or their cups, and
got into their team uniforms. It had not ever occurred to him how much the guys
liked to pose naked for the other guys, and how much the ones with particularly
big dicks and balls and patches of hair liked to make sure that everyone saw
them. Guys with little dicks and almost no hair dressed facing their lockers
and put on their jocks fast, but the older and hunkier guys would take their
time, and drape their jerseys over their shoulders while they were naked from
the waist down, and lift their legs one at a time slowly to slip on their jock
straps, and adjust them slowly, moving the straps around their asses and
settling their equipment in the pouch very carefully and obviously.

     Tommy was not bad himself in this department, and today he not only
noticed how much time the others spent preening their crotches and showing them
off to the younger dudes, but he also was very careful about his own stuff. He
glanced around to see if anyone was watching him in particular, maybe get an
idea of who this "The Dude" is, but nobody seemed to notice him or anything
else out of the ordinary, and Tommy slipped on his basketball sneakers and
headed out for the court still unsure of all the confusing things that he was
feeling.

     He played a particularly good game in practice that day, as if he were
showing off for some girl, but there wasn't anybody unusual in the bleachers
watching. Still he made some bold moves and some great shots and took some
chances he might not have taken a week before. The coach noticed it and
commented to him on it and told him that if he played like that on Saturday
they would cream the other guys for sure. Tommy blushed, he was never very good
at talking to grown ups, and when the coach said to him: "Hit the showers" he
fairly raced inside to strip. By the time he was done talking to the coach,
most of the guys were showering already, and he stripped quickly and grabbed
his towel and headed in.

     A few guys were still lathering up, but most had finished and were
standing round drying off, talking to each other and the guys still in the
showers. Tommy hung his towel up on the hook next to the shower room and
stepped in, buck naked. The showers were arranged along two walls of a big,
tiled room, no dividers between them, so that everyone in the room could see
everyone else. The only privacy possible was at the far end, where the two last
showers had a corner behind them, and it was possible to turn and face the
corner if you didn't want anyone to see your privates.

     Tommy went to one of those two last shower heads and turned on the water,
getting it nice and hot the way he liked it, and started to lather. He washed
his hair, then under his arms and his chest and buns, and then started to
lather around his crotch and dick, soaping them up good. His penis started to
swell a little, but not more than all the guys often did when they were washing
there and had to skin the foreskin back to wash under it. Tommy turned his back
to the room and worked a little on his legs and thighs, getting stiff enough so
that his prick stood out a little from his body, not a boner, but more than
usual, and then turned to rinse off, covering his "soft-on" with his hands. He
rinsed off slowly and carefully, moving his hands out of the way, and then
carefully pulling the foreskin back to rinse under it and make sure that no
soap stayed trapped under there. There were about a dozen guys still in and
around the showers, and they all looked at him at one point or another, and
they all watched him move his foreskin back and forth at one point or another,
but none said anything and all of them were in the lockers drying and dressing
when he finally got there.

     Tommy had no way to know if "The Dude" had been there. There had been
nothing out of the ordinary, no sign at all, that someone was looking at him or
what he had been doing. In fact, he wasn't sure that he had done anything
definite enough to do what "The Dude" had referred to as "showing hard." After
he dressed and combed his hair, he went back up to his regular school locker,
but there was nothing new there, no note or anything. He checked and
re-checked, but there was no folded piece of paper.

     "Shit, that dude is lucky," Tom thought to himself, defensively. "I was
going to expose him for sure, let the other guys know we have a fag here who is
making passes at athletes. He sure is lucky that he gave it up before I got on
to who he is."

     Tom took his varsity letter jacket out of his locker and went on home.
When he got there his house was empty. He opened up his secret hiding place and
put the second note he had gotten from The Dude in with the first, carefully
hiding them both in case Charlie came over to have a mid- week session with
some of his porno, which sometimes happened. He took some of his favorite
magazines out of the secret place, ones that never failed to bring a raging
hard-on and a really big orgasm, and took them over to his bed which was next
to the window which faced Charlie's window across the yard. The boys would
often catch each other jacking off by looking across. There was an open
invitation to come over and join in.

     Charlie wasn't home, so he never did look in that afternoon. He didn't
notice a subtle change in Tommy's jacking off, a more sensuous way in which he
touched his body all over before actually grabbing his boner and pumping it to
conclusion, the more appreciative way in which his crotch responded to caresses
by his open palms, the more lingering way in which he played with his balls.
And neither of them noticed that when Tommy shot his load that after school
jackoff, his magazine was open to a full front nude shot of a teenage boy with
a teenage girl, the one shot in the magazine that focused more on the boy's
body, penis and orgasm, with cum visible from his dick in the shot. Nor did
Tommy take note that, for the second time that day, he repeated his and
Charlie's cum phrase, "This must be it!" as he came, and Tommy did not,
definitely did not, take note of the fact that when he came, he closed his eyes
and saw in front of him the vision of Charlie's 13 year old fully developed
prick blowing off that fist load ever, nor did he notice that his tongue came
out and touched his lips as he came.

     Tommy kept his vigil and his show up all week, but there was never a sign
that he had been seen. Each day after basketball practice he would head for the
same back shower stall, and would make sure that he washed his dick diligently
enough that there was some hardness in it. He would make sure that the slight
arching of his penis away from his balls was visible as he turned slowly to
rinse, and he spent more and more time rinsing and carefully getting all the
soap off his dick and from under his foreskin. But there was no note in his
locker, no sign that "The Dude" had seen him at all.

     His jacking off continued to change also, to become more sensuous, more
languorous, more involved. He began to really make love to himself rather than
just grabbing his meat and pumping furiously until he came. He began to pay
more attention to the sensations, to what turned him on the most. He began to
have foreplay with himself, teasing himself in the mirror in the bathroom in
the morning, lying on his back and really getting into dragging it out in the
afternoon. The couple of times that Charlie come over the back fence, once
Tuesday and once Thursday, he commented on how slow Tommy had become. Oh, they
jacked off together, but Charlie had to wait for Tommy to be ready before they
could both say "I guess this must be it." And Tom spent more time studying
Charlie and his body and the moves he made that seemed to pleasure him,
although Charlie didn't notice.

     Friday's practice was particularly hard and long. The next day, Saturday,
Thomas Jefferson High was playing their arch crosstown rival, Riverview, and it
was a game they hadn't won in 12 years. The coach drove them harder and harder
that afternoon, and by the time they were done the last bus had left from
school and they were exhausted. Tommy hit the showers and took a quick shower,
too tired and too concerned with the next day's away game to pay attention to
his "show some hard" ritual. Anyway, there had been no word from The Dude, and
Tom had gotten discouraged. He wondered if the whole thing had been some
elaborate joke. He felt depressed, down, a little disappointed, but figured he
was just tired and keyed up about the game. It was away, and he would have to
leave the house early to meet the van at school that would drive them the 1
hour drive to Riverview.

     And Charlie was away, too. The boys were rarely separated. They had been
together since they were so young, too young to remember ever not having been
together. Charlie almost always went on vacation with Tommy and his family,
since his father was dead and his mother almost always working. And, on those
occasions when Charlie's mom did take him away, Tom went with them. There had
only been one weekend since their thirteenth birthday when they had not been
together on Sunday to engage in their ritual together, and that had been when
Charlie's grandmother had died and they had to go to Maine for the funeral. The
funeral had been on a Friday, but they had stayed over the weekend so that his
mom could pack up the old woman's house with her sister and brother, Charlie's
aunt and uncle.

     Tommy and Charlie hadn't missed a Sunday afternoon "This must be it!"
together for over a year when his grandmother died, and they weren't going to
miss this one either. Charlie stayed in the motel that afternoon, reading his
book for school, while his mother and her brother and sister met with the
lawyers, the real estate people, and the moving and storage company. And, about
2 in the afternoon, when he knew his mother was tied up with all those meetings
and couldn't be back until at least 6 or 7, he called Tommy up and they did it
together on the telephone. Charlie's mother was a little surprised when she got
the motel bill with its $12.78 charge for the long distance call, but, after
all, she had her two siblings to comfort her, and she didn't begrudge Charlie
his almost brother, Tommy.

     That phone session was one of the most exciting they had had together,
because there was always the chance that Tommy's father or mother or
grandmother would pick up the phone to make a call, and Tommy never forgot it.

     Anyway, Charlie was away. There was a state championship high school
wrestling meet in the capitol, and Charlie and the team had left right after
school. They would stay in a hotel there, and finish the meet at 4 on Saturday
afternoon. They would then come home, getting back to Jefferson High about 9
Saturday night. Tommy himself wouldn't be home from Riverside until about 4
that afternoon, but this Friday evening he could have really used some time
with his best friend.

     When Tommy got up to his locker to get his jacket and his books, he wasn't
thinking about The Dude any more. He had given up thinking about it, and was
concentrated on the tough game he faced. He opened his locker and almost missed
the single sheet of folded white lined paper that was lying on the bottom,
slipped in under the door. There was no one else in the hallway, it was so
late, and so Tommy opened it and read it standing there.

     "Dear Tommy," it said. "I have noticed you showing some hard in the
showers, but it really hasn't been enough to be sure of, you know. I hope and
think it means what I think, and that you want to try out some of the stuff I
wrote you about before.

     To be really sure, there is a red dot, like the kind teachers use on
attendance cards, stuck on the bottom of this note. Take it off and stick it on
the upper left hand corner of your locker, and I will know you want to do it
with me. If you don't want to do it, and you want me to leave you alone
forever, stick it on the bottom right hand corner. I will see it.

     I hope you do want to do it, and that those nice looking "soft-ons" that I
saw in the shower are soon to become real hardons that I will see privately and
up close. Trust me, you will really get off on what we can do.

     I hope you put the dot in the upper left. I am so hungry for you and your
hard penis, that I can taste your sweet cum in my mouth already.

     Your loving friend, The Dude."

     Tommy looked around. There was no one else at all around. The halls were
empty, and everyone had left. Even the rest of the team had left directly from
the lockers. Only Tommy had left his jacket up in his locker.

     He looked again at the note, and the red dot stuck on the bottom. It was
really true then, and really up to him now. But wait, what if it still was an
elaborate joke, just to see what he would do? Maybe he would stick it on the
top left, and then all the guys would make fun of him. Well, he could say that
he just wanted to expose the faggot! That was what he wanted to do, wasn't it?
What if this faggot were coming on to someone not as sure of himself as Tom?
Somebody had to expose him!

     Tommy peeled off the red dot and stuck it carefully in the upper left hand
corner of his locker. The quickly grabbed his jacket, stuffed the note in his
pocket, and took off out of the school and towards home. He didn't want to
think about it anymore, but there was an increasingly large hardon in his pants
as he walked the two miles to his house, and by the time he got there, it was
vitally necessary that he spend a few moments in the bathroom with his prick in
his fist before he could sit down comfortably to his dinner.

     The next morning dawned cool and clear. Tommy woke up with butterflies in
his stomach. Within a couple of hours he and the rest of the team would be on
their way to Riverside, for the biggest game of the year.

     Most of the guys said that it was best to have no sex, not to cum, for
about 12 hours before a game, to get you psyched for the game and put you at
your best. Some of the guys said the best thing was a big orgasm before the
game, to relax you. Tommy always found that abstinence the morning of the game
was best for him. So, even though he woke up with a big boner, and with
memories of a dream in which "The Dude" and Charlie turned out to be the same
person, even though they weren't the same person, and with a dream memory of
cum dripping off his lips as Charlie pulled his still pumping boner out and
sprayed hot white jizz all over Tommy's chest, even though these confused but
horny and arousing dream visions were with him when he and his boner woke up,
he didn't do it, didn't stroke it off.

     Instead he jumped into a cold shower and waited for his boner to go down
enough to pee, and then got dressed and left for school. He stopped on the way
and met a few of the other guys on the team for breakfast at a coffee shop
about halfway between his house and the campus. This breakfast meet had become
a kind of tradition with this team, and it helped them to get ready for a game.
In addition to Tommy, there were four other guys from this side of town who
always met in this restaurant: Brad, another junior like Tom who lived about
three blocks from the coffee shop; Eric, a senior who Tommy didn't know very
well; and Mick, a senior and the captain of the team, who was about the best
all around athlete in Jefferson High and something of a legend. Mick lived
about three blocks from Tommy, but they were not very good friends. First, Mick
was a year older than Tom, and that year had kept them separated most of their
lives.

     Second, Mick was really a big man about campus, having been All State that
year. He was an intelligent, nice, good looking boy who had been going out with
the head of the cheerleaders for the past year.

     During this year Tommy had gotten to know Mick reasonably well, now that
he had made varsity. Mick had been varsity since his Freshman year, rather
unusual, but a testimony to how good an athlete he was. He was very tall, even
for a basketball player, and was also captain of the debating team. In fact, he
was pretty scary to a guy like Tommy, who was a little afraid of him.

     The boys finished their breakfast and got ready to go. Conversation around
the table was mostly concerned with the upcoming game, and with the sexual
prowess of the cheerleaders, about whom each boy had an opinion, whether or not
based on fact and experience. Since Mick was going with the chief cheerleader,
it was assumed that he knew all their histories and how fast they lay down on
their backs and spread their legs, and he wasn't ashamed to tell all he knew.
Tommy found that listening to Mick talk about his dick sliding into one, then
another of the girls, made his own dick swell a little, but that was
understandable. It was a lot like the porno magazines and books in his hiding
place. The description of a dude fucking a girl was what he had jacked off to
for the past 2 years. He and Charlie had built up quite a collection of that
kind of material, and had used it and shared it extensively. It was almost a
reflex that, hearing a guy describing a sexual encounter with a girl, he dick
would expect to stiffen, be grabbed, fisted, pump, and then squirt a load.

     But it was before a game, a time when he held back, so he didn't excuse
himself to hit the men's room and jack it off, as he might have another time.
He waited until the boner went down and he could stand up, and then left with
the other guys for the school. When he got there, he went upstairs to his
locker. He was the only one who did so, everyone else went straight to their
gym lockers and got their team uniforms and stuff out and ready to go. Tommy
said he had left a book up there that he needed for tomorrow, and wanted to get
it now while he remembered. He wanted to take that silly red dot off of his
locker, or move it to the bottom which would send the signal that he wanted to
be left alone. This was getting to be too much for him, and he was confused and
disturbed by the amount of time he was spending thinking about this mysterious
"Dude." The dreams he had had the night before, with Charlie's pumping dick
spurting cum in his mouth, had also disturbed him deeply, as had the fact that
he was looking longer and harder at Charlie's dick when he came.

     The front of his locker was bare. The little red dot which he had placed
there was gone, not where he had left it, not anywhere. He searched the floor
around the bottom of his locker, thinking it might have fallen off the door,
but there was nothing there. It could have been that the janitor had swept it
up with his broom, or maybe he had even taken it off the door.

     Maybe he hadn't even ever put it there. Maybe he had dreamt the whole
thing. But there was no little red dot on the door of his locker. Confused, but
somewhat relieved because it was all out of his hands now, Tommy went down. He
had remembered to take a book out of his locker and take it with him. He packed
up his equipment bag and got onto the van just in time. The only empty seat was
next to Mick. Usually Mick sat alone, because most of the guys were afraid to
sit next to him, or left him a whole seat out of respect. But there wasn't
anywhere else to sit.

     There wasn't any room on the overhead rack when Tommy sat down, so he had
to hold his bag on his lap. He remembered the stories that Mick had been
telling at breakfast, which made his dick get hard again, and he was grateful
that the bag was there hiding it. He had been getting hard a lot lately around
the other guys, and he was glad that it hadn't been noticed and nobody had
started ranking on him about it.

     He and Mick talked about the upcoming game and the strategy they had to
use against Riverside. Mick was comfortable and easy to talk to, actually. He
was a good captain, knew his men's strengths and weaknesses, and was a good and
easy communicator. He praised Tommy for how well he had been playing lately,
how much more graceful he had become, and how much more he seemed to be in
touch with his body and his movements.

     "Have you been doing anything special?" Mick wanted to know. "Have you
been taking any classes or anything, dance or anything like that? Cause there
has been a real change recently. You really are moving differently, and your
game is much better. You could be All State next year, you keep this up. What's
been happening?"
     "Nothing, really, nothing that I know of," Tommy replied. That wasn't
entirely true. His game and his moves had changed when he had gotten the
letters from The Dude, but Tommy didn't really understand this, and didn't know
what to say.

     "Well, if you are not taking any special classes, then I guess you must be
getting laid more!" Mick said, laughing. "Getting laid, or even thinking about
it if you are in love, makes you more aware of your body. A good fuck from a
good girl will do a lot to improve any guy's game!"

     But that couldn't be it, Tommy thought. He hadn't had any sex with any
girls, other than his usual sessions in the street with Tina and a couple of
other girls who did things like that. And that wasn't new. Unless, it was his
new interest in Charlie when they jacked off, but that couldn't be, that wasn't
sex, just that his leg had brushed Charlie's and that he had watched Charlie
shoot this week kind of like he had watched him that first time, when it was
all so new. Anyway, he didn't want to think about it, and quickly changed the
subject to discuss the Riverside team and how they had changed since last year.
Mick had been to see them play three times this year, and knew them and their
strategy and strengths pretty well. A couple of the other guys in the seats
before and after leaned over, and they spent the rest of the ride talking about
the upcoming game.

     The game was a particularly difficult one, and very rough. Riverside was
in a much tougher part of town than Jefferson, and its students much more into
street ways and rough and tumble than the Jefferson team. They fought hard for
their position, because sports was all they had. It was the pathway out of
poverty for them, and they did anything to excel.

     This game was extra rough, because the Jefferson team was not only their
traditional enemies, but was almost good enough this year to win for the first
time in 12 years. The Jefferson kids were from an upper middle class area, with
professional and business parents, and that only made the Riverside kids fight
harder and dirtier. The game was close, and the score in the last few minutes
was tied 76 to 76. Jefferson had the ball, and Tommy was dribbling down the
court to make a shot, when the Riverside defense man who was covering him
decided to take the ball away. In the ensuing scuffle, Tommy tripped and fell
on his back onto the ball, bruising and spraining himself but keeping the ball
in Jefferson's hands. Although they eventually lost the game, Jefferson felt
they had really put up a good fight, and Tommy was a hero for that day. But a
wounded one, who couldn't play the rest of the game.

     In the showers after the game, Mick came over to look at Tommy's back
where he had fallen. The coach had already looked, and the team doctor, and
both had said he was fine but would be sore for a few days. Mick came over and
turned Tommy around and touched the spot where he had hurt himself. It was sore
and getting black and blue.

     "That's too bad," Mick said to him. "You really played your heart out. I'm
sorry you got hurt, but you should be ok. Better get some liniment onto that
when you get home, though."

     The Jefferson team got dressed and headed out for their van. They rode
back in silence to their campus, and then departed in their various ways for
home. The four boys who had had breakfast together walked home from the campus
together, each boy dropping off at his house until only Tommy and Mick were
left. The first house they came to was Mick's.

     "You want to come in for a while?" Mick asked the younger boy. "There
isn't anyone home. My mom is at work and then has a class, and won't be home
until really late. I have a dinner in the fridge, and will be hanging out here
by myself. You want to hang out with me, maybe watch some TV?"

     Wow, Tommy thought to himself. The captain of the team, inviting me to
just hang out. I must really be a hero today.

     "Yeah, great. I guess so. I don't have anything else to do. My folks are
home, but I can just call them and tell them I will be out. But I want to do
something about my back, it really hurts."

     "Well, I have some really good liniment here, that I got from that Chinese
kid who was staying with us last year. You remember him, don't you? It really
works." Mick turned up his driveway and then opened the door for Tommy and held
it while the younger boy went in.

     This was the first time Tommy had ever even been inside Mick's house. It
was kind of strange, to think that they had lived so near each other for so
long, and yet had never been inside each other's houses. It was a nice house,
modern, new. Mick's mother was a lawyer and had a very good position with a
firm in the city, and made a lot of money. Mick's father was divorced from her
and lived in California, three thousand miles away. Mick saw him twice a year.

     "Come on into the kitchen and have something to drink. Then we can go up
to my room and I will find that liniment and rub some on for you. Here, here is
some milk and some cake my mom left for me when I got back. It's pretty good."
Mick got a glass of milk for each of them and two pieces of cake and sat down
at the kitchen table. "Quite a game, huh? So what if we lost, we really put up
a fuck of a fight. Especially you, Tom. You were terrific. I'm telling you, you
will be All State next year for sure."

     Tommy was flattered by the attention the older boy was lavishing on him.
But he guessed he really had played hard that afternoon, and was proud of how
close he had come to scoring a winning basket. He finished his milk and cake,
and so did Mick. They put their dishes in the sink and ran some water in the
glasses to rinse out the milk. Then Mick started to head for the stairs.

     "Come on up to my room," he said. "I have the liniment up there, and you
can lie down on the bed. It makes it easier."

     He and Tommy went up the stairs to Mick's room, on the second floor. When
they went in, the first thing Tommy saw was a king sized water bed which took
up about half the room. He had never seen one before, except in stores.

     "Gee, a water bed," Tommy said. "I've never been on one before, they are
supposed to be really great."

     "They are, they are," Mick said. "Especially for fucking, you know." And
Mick winked at him. "When you are on the girl and pumping into her on one of
those, the bed fucks back with you both and really adds to the motion. If you
are good you can get a rhythm going which will fuck you both all by itself.
It's like having a third person doing it with you. Lie down on it and you will
see what I mean. But take your shirt off first so I can put liniment on you."

     That kind of talk got Tommy hard, even with the pain in his back. So he
quickly turned away and took off his shirt and lay on the bed. The soft water
mattress pushed back against his body, supporting it and massaging it with
every move. His hard dick got harder because of the sensation of the mattress.

     Mick went into the bathroom and came out with a bottle and some towels. He
uncovered the bottle and the strong smell of the Chinese liniment spread
immediately into the room.

     "I don't want to get this all over the sheets and the covers. Here, roll
off a minute and let me pull them back and put these towels down." Mick turned
away and set the things down on his night stand, giving Tommy a chance to roll
off the other side of the bed without revealing his now very complete state of
arousal.

     Mick stripped the covers and the sheets back off the bed and folded them
up and put them in a chair across the room. He covered the bare water mattress
with thick, soft fluffy white beach towels. "Here, lie on those. And take your
pants off. Your belt buckle could easily tear a hole in the mattress and then
we would be in an awful mess."

     Mick went back into the bathroom to get another couple of towels, giving
Tom time to strip down to his briefs and lie on his stomach on the bed, hiding
his boner under him. The water bed was heated, and the mattress and towels were
warm. The soft cushion of the mattress molded itself to his body, pressing into
his crotch and cradling his balls and boner. Mick came back out with the towels
over his arm. He took the liniment bottle and poured a little into a glass
beaker which he heated over a light bulb near his bed. "I don't want this to be
cold when I put it on, that really makes it worse, not better," he said. He
took the beaker and came over to where Tom was lying and climbed up onto the
bed. He had stripped to his briefs also, to not tear a whole in the bed. He
looked down at the bruise. It was at the base of Tommy's right side and back,
where his buttocks were, and extended down below the line of his underpants.

     "I can't get at all this with your underpants on. I will have to take them
off, ok?" Mick asked. Tommy just nodded, as Mick slipped the briefs down around
his knees and then pulled them off. Tommy's hard dick was visible between his
legs, pressed backwards under him between his thighs and the white towels. Mick
didn't seem to notice and slid back up and sat over Tom's butt and poured some
of the medicine oil into his palms. He began to rub it gently into the bruise,
all over Tom's lower back and right buttock. It really did make it feel better.

     "Now just relax and let me rub this in," Mick said. "How do you like the
water bed?"

     "It's great!" Tom answered. "I never saw one outside a store before. Never
been on one. I don't know anyone who has one."

     "Well, you knew that I had one," Mick said.

     "No," Tom said. "How could I know that?"

     "Because I told you in my letter," Mick answered him as his hands rubbed
the oil gently into his buttocks. "I told you in the letter I wrote you, and I
asked you to show me your interest. I can see that interest now." And his hand
rubbed the oil down between Tom's buttocks and touched his ball sack gently. "I
am interested too. Can you feel it?" and Mick leaned forward slightly so that
his now very hard dick touched the surface of Tom's bare butt. Tom didn't know
how Mick had gotten his briefs off without his noticing, but he had, and he was
sitting over him naked. They were both naked, and both hard.

     "You! It was you?" Tom couldn't believe it. This Mick was a god, a hero,
a... he didn't know what. "You are The Dude? You are a fag? You were after me?
I don't understand, how can that be, you have a regular girl? I don't get it."

     "It's ok, Tom. I know it is hard. But I can have a girl friend and still
want to have sex with you. I know it is hard to understand, but it is true. I
know you want to have sex with me, too. I wouldn't have come after you if that
weren't true. It is something that you just get to know."

     Tom was confused. He didn't know what to do. He was in awe of this boy who
was sitting on his butt. He was aroused and hot and hard, and had been dreaming
of The Dude since the first letter. But now he had to decide, was he there to
"gay bash" or was he there because he wanted sex with this boy? Sex with a boy
wasn't unknown. After all, Charlie and he had shared sex many times. But not
making it with each other. They were straight, weren't they?

     "I didn't know, I didn't know. I was going to find out who you were and
they expose you. I don't know, I just don't know." Tom was trying to figure out
what to do. "I don't know what to do."

     "Don't do anything, Tom," Mick said to him, continuing to rub him and to
caress his ball sack. "I will do everything."

     With that, Mick slid off of Tom's butt and rolled the younger boy over
onto his back, leaving his now pulsing hard-on pointing straight up in the air.
Quickly, before Tom could object, Mick bent down over this throbbing pole and
slid it up into his mouth, taking the whole thing, down to the root, down his
throat. He started to lick up and down the shaft with his tongue, keeping it
deep in his mouth, while his hands rubbed and caressed Tom's balls. It didn't
take more than about 45 seconds of this before the younger boy, who, after all,
hadn't jacked off that day even though he had been tempted to twice before,
shot a wet warm and sweet load into Mick's mouth.

     This was the first time that Tom had ever shot his load into another
person. Tina had never sucked him, just given him hand jobs. And he and Charlie
had never touched each other except their feet and legs. Suddenly to shoot his
load into a warm mouth, an expert mouth that knows how to suck a dick, a wild
tongue that knows to lick, and hands that know how to rub those balls while he
is getting ready to pop, this was new to Tommy. It was what he had been reading
about in his magazines since he was 13 years old. Never mind that it was a
boy's mouth and not a girl's. Never mind that it was so sudden. It was
wonderful!

     He remembered that first time, when he and Charlie had been alone after
their thirteenth birthday party, when they had shown each other their hard
dicks for the first time, when they had rubbed and pumped their boners until
they both said, together, "I guess this must be it!" and had shot off that
wonderful warm load of sweet cream for the first time. He remembered exactly
what Charlie's pumping tool had looked like that first time, that rod so much
bigger and more developed than his own at the time, the full balls swinging
under it between Charlie's legs, when Tom's own were such little things by
comparison. He remembered the tip of Charlie's dick opening and the cream drop
there long before his was ready, the load after load of thick cum that Charlie
pumped when he pumped his little first load.

     He remembered the sight of Charlie's dick this past weekend, last Sunday,
when he had jacked off with him after getting that first letter from The Dude,
from Mick. He remembered the sight of that rod of Charlie's pumping this time,
when they both had hot loads of creamy white jizz to give. The feeling of
Charlie's foot when they touched, and his leg pressing Charlie's off the side
of the bed. He remembered all this week, watching Charlie when they both shot
twice in the week, and dreaming of Charlie when he came, and dreaming of
Charlie in his sleep and waking with the imagined taste of Charlie's cum on his
lips.

     "What does it taste like?" he suddenly asked Mick, as the older boy
swallowed the last of his sweet cum. "Does it taste good? I can't imagine
tasting it."

     And suddenly he knew. He knew that this was why he never really actively
pursued Tina, or Carla, or any of the other "fast" girls at school, and
insisted that one of them take his dick into her mouth, or that she let him
fuck her in her twat. He knew, he knew that it was penis and not vagina that he
wanted, it was the taste of cum that he longed for in his mouth.

     "If you really want to know, why don't you spend the weekend?" Mick asked
him. "I described a lot of things to you in that letter that we can do.

     They would take more than a few minutes this afternoon. Actually, my mom
won't be home until Monday, and we would be all alone until then." And Tommy
didn't know what to say. Tomorrow was Sunday. He had not missed one jack off
session with Charlie on a Sunday since they were 13 years old. But he knew that
Charlie wasn't gay. He knew it just like Mick had told him that he knew that he
was. And he knew that he loved Charlie, and he wanted him, and had wanted him
since they were four years old.
     But now he remembered ever word of that letter that Mick wrote to him the
first time. The promises it contained, of love-making, not just sex. Of holding
each other in each other's arms, of kissing, of cuddling, of sleeping together.
This was what he wanted. He knew that now. Could he just settle for jacking off
with Charlie, now that he knew what he really wanted? What would happen to him
if he were with Charlie there, in either of their rooms, naked, hard, horny.
Would his mouth go to Charlie's dick? Would he be able to keep himself from
holding him where he wanted him. From telling him that he loved him? Where
should he go? Where should he be? Tommy lay on his back on Mick's water bed,
the older boy starting to play with his dick again, caressing Tom's balls and
starting to go down on his dick again, and wondered what to do.