Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2013 01:57:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: The Reluctant Gay, chap 2

The Reluctant Gay, by Boris Chen

Chapter-2, Puberty Arrives.

Sometime around my 12th birthday in the spring I started puberty. It was in
the pediatricians office where it was first noticed. Dr Hapner who was a
fat old lady had me naked on her humiliation table with my mom and little
brother in the room watching from four feet away. She did my exams from top
to bottom. Eyes, ears, neck, heart, lungs, belly, reflexes, and groin. "And
what do we have here?" Is what she said looking over her shoulder at my
mom, who immediately stood up walking to the table along with my little
brother who I simply called 'Stain.' His name was actually Peter but he
pee'd the bed so much he left a large stain in the middle, it was my way of
showing the same contempt the rest of the family showed everyone except The
Golden Child.

There they all were standing there in awe of about twenty small black hairs
above my dick that I had never noticed because I really seldom looked
closely at my body, probably needed glasses too but that money of course
went to Him instead of the rest of us.

Dr Hapner told me about her findings and asked if I had any questions or if
I wanted my family to leave the room, now that the three of them were
hovering over my naked body all staring at my dick and balls for the past
few minutes. I passed on her lecture, we'd already had the class and saw
the videos in school, thank you.

In keeping with our similarities about three weeks later Billy reported the
same phenomena with his body, we were both now officially members of the
adolescent club. I suddenly felt more grown-up.

Within six months came our first pimples, crackling voices, and
embarrassing un-provoked boners in school. Billy suggested we should try
masturbating, but I was unsure. He showed me an article in Penthouse about
the facts versus the myths. I'm sure my parents already suspected I'd
started doing it since the onset of our pimples and cracking voices. Truth
was, we were a bit tardy.

Billy was the first to try.

We laid on the floor of our fort on our sleeping bags one Saturday morning,
around 10am, both of us were nude. It was towards the end of the school
year. We'd been playing massage on each other which was really just a
warm-up to mutual dick-play. He asked me if he could lay on top of me and
rub his boner on my stomach, I consented.

In case I didn't introduce myself before, I'm Mark Anderson. I'm 12 years
old, the third boy of four brothers. My best friend is Billy Hendrix, also
12. We're best friends, live one block apart, go to the same school,
church, doctor, grocery stores, born in the same hospital one month apart,
same color hair and eyes, and could be brothers for all we have in
common. His social security number is twenty higher than mine. We like the
same music and listen to the same radio stations and watch the same TV
shows too.

B: "You mind if I rub it on your stomach, I think it might be my first
ejaculation if I did it long enough?"

M: "What's that?"

B: "You remember from health class this year about the stuff that comes
from your balls that gets girls pregnant, sperms or something like that?"

M: "Oh yeah. Sure, I guess. Does it get sticky or gross?"

B: "Well I'm no expert but I bet if it was really gross there would be a
lot less babies in the world, it can't be all that bad can it?"

M: "That makes sense. What you want me to do?"

B: "Just lay on your back, I'll slide on your stomach `til it comes out I
guess."

I shifted around onto my back while he sat on his knees and toes watching
with his dick pointing up towards the roof of our tree fort.

I looked out through the camo netting towards the road, which was too far
away to see. The path was clear, the time seemed right. It was a sunny
breezy warm Saturday morning in May. My mom was out shopping and my dad
would be home asleep on the sofa right now, enjoying his weekend. My
brothers were all off doing stuff, except Stain would be stuck to mom's
side in the mall somewhere, probably whining about wanting a toy or
something from Dairy Queen.

Then my brain returned to the task at hand while Billy slowly climbed on
top of me, his knees between my legs. His arms by my shoulders. His neck
above my eyes. Slowly he laid his dick onto my stomach and started rocking
up and down carefully rubbing it on me. It felt really nice and warm, I was
hard as rock myself. Billy's tummy like mine was smooth as a baby's ass.

B: "I tried it at home in bed but my brother yelled at me to stop so I
never got all the way but I started to feel something weird in my balls
like a pump or something starting to run."

M: "Was it like in The (Penthouse) Advisor?"

B: "I have no idea, nobody really describes orgasms in Penthouse."

M: "I looked it up in the library encyclopedia once, all it said was an
intense physical impulse during ejaculation or at the culmination of
intercourse. I memorized it but I got no idea what that means."

B: "Okay, it's starting to get really warm now. You okay man?"

M: "I'm fine. You're gettin sweaty."

B: "Yep, we need a fan or something up here don't we." He said with a smile
and the sound of motion in his voice as he tried to talk and hump at the
same time as if we were conducting a scientific experiment.

B: "Oh wow, this is getting really weird. It feels like my dick is swelling
or something is moving in my balls."

B: "Oh my God, this is awesome."

He was sliding up and down a little faster now and pressing his dick a
little harder into my stomach. He was sliding his stomach into mine and his
dick was smashed between him and me. I noticed he had about ten hairs in
each of his arm pits now, less than one inch long each, sort of like our
pubes. We were both totally naked.

B: "Oh fuck this is weird, I think it's gonna start." He was panting, his
eyes closed. His neck was just above my eyes now as his sliding changed
into shorter strokes and a little faster.

Then suddenly he stopped and raised off me, we both moved our chins down to
stare at our stomachs just in time to see a few little squirts of white
stuff come spitting out of his dick onto my stomach. He rose up to kneeling
between my legs just in time to watch the last drop squirt out of his dick
onto my belly which shook his entire body. His dick was bigger than I ever
saw before, beat red, slowly throbbing up and down like it was being jerked
by some invisible dick force.

He knelt there with his knees just inches below my balls, the remaining
drops fell off his dick onto mine, he slowly opened his eyes to survey the
mess.

Nope. No blood or acid burns on my stomach. Nothing smelled like shit or
piss or farts or anything we'd seen or smelled from our bodies before. This
was totally new.

I raised up onto my elbows, he settled back onto his toes, his feet under
his butt cheeks, his dick slowly going limp but still aimed right at my
face.

Billy reached out putting one fingertip into the white jizz around my belly
button and smeared it between two finger tips, bringing it close to his
eyes and nose, then rubbed it on his thigh as if it was a newly picked
booger.

M: "How was it?" I asked.

B: "Totally amazing man, like super strong and kinda nice. So like nothing
hurt you then?"

M: "Nope, just like a few drops of piss really, cept it's the wrong
color. I bet it's the white stuff in it that's the sperms. Looks like
something moving around. I guess they're too small to see?"

B: "Yeah, that's what Mr Jarvis said I think."

M: "I'll look it up in our encyclopedia at home and call you."

B: "NO! Don't call with that, my mom sometimes listens. We don't need them
knowing about this."

M: "Fine. I'll tell ya next time I see ya."

B: "Cool. You're next man, see if your nuts are workin yet."

M: "What time's it?"

B: "Uh, 12:30 by my watch. When you gotta be home?"

M: "Mom said by four to help dad with the grass."

B: "We got time."

M: "What we gonna clean this up with?"

B: "I dunno. Here, use this." He reached over by my knee grabbing his white
tube sock turning it inside out.

I took his sock and wiped up the mess of about ten drops of milky white
sperms off my stomach, except some of it dripped down into my belly button
which was too narrow for my fingers any more, so I tried to dab it out but
I was sure it would be there until I showered tonight.

We swapped places. My turn was a re-run of his.

His body was similar to mine, except his tits were smaller and pointier
than mine. Mine were flat and round but easily twice his in size.

Instead of rubbing just my dick on his belly like he did I started off with
my belly against his and began sliding myself up and back using mostly my
leg and shoulder muscles. Almost instantly my dick got warm and started to
feel full, like a balloon with too much water inside.

I started to feel like there was some small pump thing inside me near the
base of my dick that was starting to run a little, then I had this sudden
hot flash all up and down the length of my boner and out came several drops
of the same looking stuff as Billy had. Mine landed on his stomach up high
above his belly button. I took about half the time he did but I was more
focused in my rocking than he was.

I sat up staring at his body and the mess I made on his stomach. My face
felt hot and red. This was totally new and exciting. I wanted to do it
again.

I moved around to sit cross legged between his knees, our four knees
touching. Billy stayed on his back talking to me as if our friendship just
became more important and more close. We'd never been around each other
nude that much before today.

Now here he laid with my sperms on his stomach talking about important
personal stuff we never said to each other before as if this was all
something we'd done lots of times before. I wondered if couples in love
were like this after sex.

Then I cleaned my mess off his stomach when it looked like it was starting
to dry out. For a time he seemed almost content to lay there with my sperms
on his stomach talking with me like the best friends we were.

Then we spent the rest of the time in the woods laying side by side, him on
his back still nude, me laying on my side next to him. Just to try it out,
I laid my hand on his stomach and circled his belly button with my
fingertip. We'd done lots of massage before but we never really stopped on
any one body part much, except our dicks. This was new territory.

Now that we spermed on each other it seemed like a new door had opened and
it was okay to try new stuff, new touching, new boundaries. I thought about
my neighbor's body compared to Billy's. He was talking to me but I wasn't
listening much. He was going on and on about listening to his parents
fighting over stuff.

I was staring at his front side while he was laying right next to me on his
back nude, limp dick laying on his belly pointing at his hip, mine aiming
down at the sleeping bag.

I moved my fingers all around his front, over his tits, his chest edges,
his stomach and belly button. Billy never seemed to notice, he was lost in
thought. He was just rambling on about stuff, I was more amazed at the
parts of his body as if I never really saw him before this way.

B: "Oh Fuck! Dude, like we gotta head for home, it's five till four right
now!"

M: "Shit!"

We quickly got dressed, pausing only to think about getting each other's
sperms on our feet when we pulled our socks back on then tied our shoes. We
ran for our bikes, twisted the combination locks and rode them to the
street, waited for traffic to clear then across four lanes and into our
neighborhood. We parted two blocks from home heading our own ways.

Back at home I had to act like nothing happened. I had my first orgasm
today, yet another big secret kept that way. My dad was just pulling the
mower out of the garage. I felt somehow older today.

 -+-

For the next few years our activities became more like this, except we
evolved from humping on each other to hand working each other's boners
making each other orgasm as many times as we could. It started to get a
little awkward with peer pressure to date girls and act hetero in high
school. We spent less time together by the end of 9th grade as our circle
of friends got wider and talk of drivers-ed, cars and dating became more
the big subject.

But through it all we kept our little secrets and continued our private
times together. Eventually our tree fort was once again destroyed by the
weather. From now on we would spend the night at each other's houses,
sharing the same bed with separate sleeping bags for the show in front of
our parents but switching to us together naked under the sheets by the time
our folks went to sleep.

Our times together evolved into oral sex but never kissing or hugging. We
weren't really ever again as close as we were in 8th grade but our
relationship became more unspoken. We never asked why we did things
together. I never said, 'hey Billy wanna spend the night and let me suck
your dick?' It was always more like, 'Dude, free on Saturday night? Wanna
sleep over?' 'Sure man,' was the standard reply, but we both knew what that
really meant.

Our relationship seemed to hinge on our lack of success in having intimate
relations with anyone else in the world. I was never sure about Billy, but
with me his body was all I really ever wanted or cared to know. And I was
getting really good at making him orgasm. We could do it two to three times
each on any night together.

The older we got the less we said words like, 'best friend.' We were slowly
growing up. By the time our drivers licenses arrived (we tested on the same
day too), our times together dwindled to maybe once every two months. Jobs
and money became more important. Billy was starting to smoke pot I
think. He let his hair get longer, his zits got worse.

My junior year in high school really changed my life.