Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 18:15:59 -0700
From: Fritz Jorgensen <fritz@nehalemtel.net>
Subject: The Summer of my Fifteenth Year
Time once again for the usual disclaimer. Those of you who are too
young, disapprove of stories containing descriptions of sex between males,
and who live in an area where the reading of such a story is illegal, leave
now. You shouldn't have been here in the first place. What are you trying
to do? Get in trouble. Unless I miss my guess you're all ready in enough
trouble with other things and don't need to add this to the list.
For those of you who are still here, this story is for your
enjoyment. (At least I hope it is.) It is also my property and as such
you may read and enjoy it. You may not use it in any manner other than
your own enjoyment. You have my permission to quote from it as long as you
attribute it to me.
The characters in this story are fiction. They were hatched in my
twisted little mind and as such are in no way related to anyone living or
dead. If you think otherwise, you are mistaken. If they happen to
resemble anyone, it is purely coincidental.
Feel free to email with any comments, suggestions, or criticisms
you have. I try to answer all emails. I would request that if you are
going to criticize, be specific. Just flaming me will probably draw an
equally nasty reply. Same old email address of fritz@nehalemtel.net. In
the meantime, I hope you enjoy the story. Fritz
The Summer of my Fifteenth Year.
It was the summer between my sophomore and junior years in high
school. You remember how it was, don't you? It was a time of confusion.
You were so busy trying to grow up that there were a lot of things you
didn't think clear through. That got you in trouble a lot of the time.
You were shy in lot of ways and couldn't bring yourself to share the things
that really mattered to you with your friends. You were afraid they might
laugh at you, or misunderstand you, or worse yet, tell someone else what
you were thinking or saying. Pimples waxed and waned and made you
self-conscious. You got erections at embarrassing moments. Your hormones
had kicked in and sometimes you were so horny your testicles ached. You
spent a lot of time with your hands in your pockets trying to keep things
under control so a certain part of your anatomy wasn't the first thing
people took notice of. Of course you checked out that same area in
everyone else. Sometimes in class you paid attention. Other times your
mind was a million miles away. You yearned for some adult that you could
ask certain questions of but were too shy to do so and of course you would
never dream of asking your folks those types of questions. (Ah, I can see
by the expression on your face you do remember those days) In other words
you were all screwed up. You thought you were the only one with those
kinds of problems. You actually thought everyone else had it all figured
out.
All this confusion had been going on for a while and you were worried
that it might go on forever. You knew a lot of the things your friends
bragged about weren't true but you never called them on it because if you
had, they would have called you on those same stories of yours. People
talk about wishing they could live their life over, but when I think of
that time I doubt that I would have the strength to get through it again.
In other words I was a typical teenage boy except I had one other problem.
I was gay.
Now in that period in history several years back (all right,
several severals) gays were not discussed in polite society. There were no
gay lobbyists, no openly gay members of government, no gay publications
commonly available or anything like that so in addition to the problems of
being a teenager I had a lot more problems to deal with and no help
available from anything or anyone to assist me. I wonder how I made it.
I was a pretty good student and got along well with the teachers
and my classmates. One of my teachers was a repressed artist. He had
caught me doodling on a sheet of paper in Sunday school about four years
ago and asked me if I liked to draw? I had been embarrassed but told him I
did. He started giving me art lessons. It wasn't long before I knew I
wanted to be an artist. After that I always packed a sketch pad and
pencils with me. Some of the kids had tried to tease me about it but
before long they just accepted it. It didn't hurt that I was pretty good
and would give them sketches of themselves in which I had made them look a
little better then they really did. It didn't hurt me with my friends
either as the art books I got to study frequently had pictures of nudes.
Way back then about the only way you could see nudes were in the National
Geographic or Playboy and it was hard to find Playboy. They didn't put it
out on the shelf like they do now. Instead, they kept it under the counter
or in the back room and you had to ask for it. We were all to shy to ask
so that left the Geographic and my art books as our only avenue in which to
learn of the wonders of human anatomy.
On the day this story starts, a bunch of us had been swimming and
since the water was still pretty cold we had climbed up on some rocks in
the middle of the river to sun ourselves and warm up. The conversation
turned to sex as it almost always did. While we didn't know anything about
sex, we wouldn't admit that to our friends. There were the usual lies
about who we were getting it on with. I didn't say much. Finally one of
my friends turned to me and said.
"Kevin, you aren't saying much. What's wrong?"
I hadn't been saying much because Nick was laying next to me on the
rock and I was wildly in love with him. I had never told him but I had
loved him since the first of those hormones had kicked in a few years back.
He was my best friend and we slept over at each others house and ran around
together. We were best friends. The way we were laying I could see the
front of his bathing suit out of the corner or my eye. I had been
imagining what I would like to do with what was inside that suit. Nick's
folks were Italian and he had brown curly hair, brown eyes, an impish grin
and a sunny personality that made all the girls in school want him. He
also had broad shoulders for his age and to my mind a cute bubble ass that
filled his jeans just right. We'd been friends since his folks had moved
into town eight years before.
Not being willing to admit what had been on my mind I went into a long
story about how I had the hots for Patty, one of the cheerleaders and a
senior. I told them how I went to sleep thinking of her and had wet dreams
about her. As she had a steady boyfriend I figured I was pretty safe.
They all told me my sights were too high and I should come down to earth
and pick on some one I might have a chance with. I told them I couldn't do
that, my heart was set on Patty. I was playing the unrequited love.
That wasn't far from the truth so I managed to make it sound convincing
and they seemed to sympathize with me. They started talking about who they
would have if they could have anyone in the world. There were the usual
movie stars and the best looking girls in school and as they talked I went
back to dreaming about Nick, how I would suck his cock and make him happy.
I had never sucked a cock and had no idea how to make anyone happy while
doing so. I was like Walter Mitty*; in my mind I could solve all problems,
in real life I wasn't doing that well.
On the way back to town Nick and I discussed what we would do that
evening. There was a good horror movie on television at eleven thirty so
Nick said he'd sleep over as I had my own room with a television. Most of
the kids envied me as my room as it was over the garage. It had originally
been a guest room for the former owners of my folk's home. It had an
attached bath and was separated enough from the house so that I could play
the radio or record player pretty loud and not bother anyone. . To get to
it you went into the garage and up a set of stairs. My folks and I had an
agreement. They didn't go in except to inspect it about once a month and I
had to keep it clean and neat. If it didn't pass inspection, privileges
were withheld. It didn't take me long to figure out that it wasn't that
hard to keep it clean and neat. When they bought the new television I got
the old one. It didn't work very well but if you knew just where to hit it
and how hard, you could make it work.
We stopped at the store that Nick's father owned to get some pop
and snacks and spent about an hour and a half working as bag boys so we got
our snacks for free. Nick's father said it was okay if he stayed over with
me.
Now I'm always torn about having Nick stay over. I wanted him so
badly I was constantly hard. He kept saying I was oversexed. It had
turned into a standard joke. Every time we were alone together I would get
to thinking about him and get a boner. It was hell. I kept thinking and
thinking about how to bring up what was on my mind but always chickened
out. I was afraid I'd loose him as a fried and worse yet, he might tell
someone else. Then my secret would be out and I didn't think I could face
the world if that happened.
When I got home I checked with Mom and she said it was okay so I called
Nick and he said he would be over about nine. After that I mowed the lawn
and finished the rest of my chores.
When dad got home we had dinner and after I'd helped clean up the
kitchen we watched some television. Bonanza was on and we all enjoyed it.
Nick was due over about the time the program was done.
When he got there, we spent a few minutes talking with my folks and
then we went to my room. We talked about the latest science fiction we
were reading and argued about who the best authors were. I argued for
George O. Smith and he liked John W Campbell. Since we both liked Robert
Heinlein we didn't have to argue about him.
It had been warm that day and my room was still hot so we stripped down
to our shorts. Of course I immediately got hard. He started ragging me
with his usual comments about me being oversexed. I shot back that if he
wasn't so damn cute I wouldn't have that problem. Now that was much
further than I had ever gone before. He got a surprised look on his face
and I laughed and said I was just thinking of Patty. We watched a little
television and clowned around for a while. Just before the movie we wanted
to see came on, I slipped my jeans on and told him I was going to get the
snacks. Mom was supposed to have some popcorn ready to go with the rest of
our stuff. When I got to the kitchen she didn't have the popcorn started
so I hit the intercom and told him it would be a few minutes. He told me
not to worry, he'd read until I got back. It took a while to get the stove
and pan hot enough to make popcorn and melt the butter but in about fifteen
minutes I had it ready and taking the rest of the stuff headed back.
When I got there he wasn't reading. Instead he was looking
intently at one of my sketch books. I put the snacks on the table and
headed over to see which one he was looking at. He's always liked my
sketches and frequently looks my work over. When I was about halfway
across the room he turned a page and I realized which one he had. It was
my private one, the one I had never shown to anyone. It was the one I
looked at when I jacked off. In it were my hopes, my dreams, and my
desires. It was an open path to my heart and soul. It was filled with
only sketches of Nick. I'd seen him naked in the locker room so I knew
exactly what he looked like. The sketches were pretty explicit. They
didn't leave much to the imagination. There were ones of just Nick and
others of Nick and I. They were fantasies of what I wanted to do. I
froze. I didn't have any idea of what to do or say. I thought I'd hidden
it.
He was looking at it so intently that he didn't seem to realize I had
returned. As he turned the pages I got redder and redder and felt worse
and worse. I just knew he would never speak to me again. When he got to
the end he turned to the front and started over. It seemed to go on
forever. I was in agony. I couldn't think of any way to explain away
those sketches that made any sense. I was about to cry. I wished I was
anyplace but where I was. When he got to the end the second time he spoke.
"God Kevin, these are so hot." He continued to look at the last
picture. It was of him riding me bareback.
I still couldn't think of anything to say.
Finally he looked up at me and said, "Why am I in them?"
He just sat there on the edge of the bed holding the sketch book in his
hands and looking at me.
"Because I love you" I blurted out.
"Oh."
He started looking at the pictures again. It must have taken him ten
minutes to go through them again. His expression never changed. It was
the most serious I had ever seen him.
Finally he looked up and asked "Like in these pictures?"
I couldn't speak so I just nodded. I closed my eyes and could feel the
tears run down my cheeks. I knew I had lost my best friend. I knew there
was nothing I could say or do that would ever change what he had seen in
those pictures. The most I could hope for was that he would be embarrassed
by them and not tell anyone. I wished I had never been born. I hung my
head and I could feel the tears drip off the end of my nose. I didn't know
what I would do without him. I felt so alone and helpless.
I heard the bed squeak and figured he was getting ready to leave. I
couldn't look up. I just stood there with my head down and silently
sobbed. I figured my life was over. Then I heard his voice. It was
softer then I think I ever heard it before.
"Kevin?" There was a pause.
"Kevin?" His voice was a little louder this time. I couldn't answer
him. I was heartbroken. I just continued to stand there and let the tears
drip off my nose.
"Kevin!" Once again his voice had gotten louder. I still just stood
there.
"KEVIN, LOOK AT ME!!!!!" he shouted.
Slowly I raised my head and peered at him through tear filled eyes. He
was standing there with his boxers around his ankles, his hips thrust
forward and his arms reaching out as though to embrace me. He looked
exactly like one of those sketches except he didn't have the impish grin I
had given him. Also his cock stood straighter up instead of jutting
forward as I had drawn it.
"You're not mad at me?" I sobbed.
"No."
"Were still friends?" I managed to gasp out.
There was a long pause. It was if he couldn't figure out quite what to
say.
"No. We're not friends." A somewhat long pause, "We're more then
that."
All of a sudden it was if a dam had burst. I could hear his voice and
it was filled with emotion.
"I couldn't figure out how to tell you what I wanted to say. I made
jokes about how horny you were. I could never follow up on them. In my
mind I had the perfect line but when I was with you I couldn't say it.
Tonight when you made that crack about me being so cute I just about
confessed. I found your sketch book under the bed. When I looked at them
I thought I knew but wasn't sure. When you told me you loved me I thought
my heart would stop. I couldn't believe it."
I no longer felt sad. I no longer wished I was dead. I suddenly knew
he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. I walked over to him
and put my arms around him and kissed him. Well, I tried to kiss him but
missed and kissed his nose. He giggled and then I giggled and we wrapped
our arms around each other and fell on the bed laughing. I could feel the
tension draining from my body as we lay there giggling and holding each
other.
"That didn't go too well." he chuckled.
I grinned. "Do you think we need practice?"
We tried again. Our lips made contact and it was like the heavens
opened and the angles sang. We didn't know much about kissing but we knew
this was special. Finally we had to breathe.
"God, you make my balls ache." he gasped.
"Maybe I can do something about that." I reached over and started
fondling him. I could hear him gasp when my hand slid under his boxers and
my fingers made contact with him. Finally, my goal was within my grasp.
Suddenly I realized I wanted more. I wanted to taste him and suck on him
like all my dreams had been about. It didn't make any difference that I
had no idea of how to go about sucking on a cock. I just wanted him.
I told him to stand up and I knelt in front of him. He pulled back and
said maybe we should wait.
"I promise not to get pregnant." was my reply. I know it was dumb but
it was the first thing that popped into my mind. He burst out laughing
again and fell back on the bed.
I finally got him back on his feet in front of me. All of a sudden the
nervousness was gone. This was something I had to get through. My nose
was close to him. I could smell his musky sent. God he smelled good.
Sort of musky and sexy and sweaty. It made me hotter. I licked his cock.
The taste wasn't quite what I'd expected although it wasn't offensive. I
could hear his breath as it hissed in and out through his clenched teeth.
I opened my mouth and put it over his cock. He moved forward and it hit the
back of my mouth and start of my throat. I gagged and chocked and started
coughing. He jerked back and I could hear real concern in his voice.
"Are you all right?"
"This isn't going like I expected," I managed to get out when I'd quit
coughing.
"Maybe we ought to wait."
I took a deep breath. "We just have to keep trying."
I took him in my mouth again. I wasn't used to opening my mouth that
far. My hands were on his hips and I could feel him tense. He moved
forward again but more slowly. I was able to rock back when he got reached
the back of my mouth and got close to my throat. I could just feel his
pubic hair with the tip of my nose.
"Oh God, that feels good," I heard him say.
I didn't know exactly how good it felt to him but it sure tasted good to
me. I had my eyes closed. All those dreams of mine were coming true. I
drew my head back until just the head and a little of the shaft were still
in my mouth. I tried to feel what it was like with my tongue. It felt so
strange and so good in my mouth. He moaned. I had always wondered what a
moan was. I had looked it up in the dictionary but it didn't make much
sense. Now I knew. The saliva was collecting in my mouth so I swallowed.
He moaned some more and thrust further into my mouth. I kept exploring
with my tongue. He felt so hard and so soft. I couldn't understand how
anything could be both hard and soft. I took all of him that I could into
my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could and drew my head back, his cock
slowly sliding out of my mouth. As I moved my head towards him he thrust
forward into my mouth. We kept this up for little while. We were starting
to get the proper rhythm and motion down when the muscles in his ass tensed
and he drove his cock deep into my throat. His hands were on my head now
and I couldn't get away. I started to gag and he drew back and lunged
again. When he lunged my nose was buried in his pubic hair. All of a
sudden my mouth was full of his fluid. It tasted wonderful. I was gasping
and panting and chocking and trying to swallow. I did none of them well.
I didn't really care. I was in Heaven. He lunged some more and I could
feel his semen leaking out of my mouth. He was gasping and grunting and
lunging at me. I couldn't take all of him without gagging but I wanted
more of him. It didn't take long and he was done. He leaned forward and
put his hands beside my head and on his knees. He was panting and sweating
and I could feel his sweat drip on the back of my neck and shoulders.
"My God Kevin, that was great. That felt so cool. Let me suck yours
and you'll see."
I tried to answer but couldn't get my voice to come out of my abused
throat. After clearing it a couple of times I managed to say "I can't."
"You won't let me?" He sounded distraught.
I stood up and pulled my jeans down. The front of my briefs were soaked
in semen. "I'll have to have a couple of minutes to recover. When you
erupted in my mouth I creamed my jeans."
I took my briefs off and we flopped naked on the bed and giggling. In
a short while our breathing returned to as near normal as it was going to
get that night.
"What's it taste like?" he asked.
He was laying on his back and a little of his fluid had gathered at the
tip of his cock. I licked it off and then kissed him, sticking my tongue
into his mouth.
As we continued to kiss I could feel he was getting hard again. So was
I. We broke the kiss.
"Looks like you're about ready," he said as he started fondling my cock.
He got off the bed and on his knees and I moved to stand close to
him. I could feel his warm breath on my cock and nuts and it seemed like I
was on fire. He put his hands on my hips and I put my hands on his head and
ran my fingers through his curly brown hair. He hadn't even touched my
cock and already I was panting in anticipation. I felt his tongue on my
cock and I shivered all over. It was like his mouth and tongue burned
whatever they touched only it didn't hurt. It seemed to expand my senses
and make my nerves more sensitive. He licked me a couple of times. I
thought I would fly apart, like a bomb had gone off inside me. Every time
he licked it sent shivers throughout me. I could feel my heart hammering
like I was nearing the finish line of a long race and if I could go a
little faster I would win and I was trying as hard as I could. His tongue
felt kind of raspy and hot and slick and it was the most wonderful
sensation I had ever experienced. So many emotions and feelings were going
through me I felt like I couldn't contain them. I just trembled all over
and wanted it to go on forever. I just knew that it couldn't get any
better then this. Boy was I wrong.
When he took me in his mouth it was ecstasy! All the years of dreaming
of this didn't begin to compare to what I felt. It was so much better then
my mind had ever imagined anything could be. The feel of his hot mouth, the
pressure of his tongue, his nose in my pubic hair were beyond description.
I wanted it to last forever but it didn't. I couldn't help it. I came.
It had to be at least a million times better then jacking off.
When it was over we just lay on the bed grinning at each other. Neither
of us could figure out how to tell the other how wonderful it had been. We
were in Nirvana.
We spent the rest of the night and that summer learning how to please
each other.
I called Nick over to see what I had written. When he had finished he
looked up at me with that impish grin and said.
"It was a lot better then you described it."
"I know, but until we come up with a better language it's the best I can
do."
He got up and walked over to his desk and digging around in the bottom
drawer extracted a scrap book and handed it to me. When I opened it I saw
those sketches, the ones I had given him that night. I have matured as an
artist and my work is much more subtle and accomplished, yet as I looked at
them for the first time in over forty years I could see the talent and the
raw passion I had back then.
"You kept them all these years?" I asked.
"When you submit that story you could include a couple of them," he said
while grinning at me.
I thought for a few seconds.
"No. I don't mind sharing the story but I won't share you."
He grinned at me. I could tell it was going to be a long night.
The End
*The reference is to a book called The Secret Life of Walter Mitty by James
Thurber. I read it in high school many years ago and if you haven't I
would recommend it to you. Walter Mitty is what would probably be
described as a nerd. In his daydreams he can rescue fair maidens and
defeat evil. In real life he's a klutz. It's a light and funny book.