Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 13:59:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Vincent Salerno <v_salerno@yahoo.com>
Subject: TRACES: The Beginning of a Memorable Friendship.

		  The Beginning of a Memorable Friendship

Joe and I had seen each other around the neighborhood.  We lived only a
block or so away from each other, and had attended the same high school.
We weren't in any of the same classes.  I guess I was more of an academic
type and so I was taking college- prep type classes, while Joe tended to
just coast along with less challenging subjects.  He'd probably go to work
with his father in the meat industry.

Despite our lack of similar school interests, we did kind of like each
other's company and sometimes were together in larger neighborhood groups
like down at the schoolyard, or at the same lunch table in the cafeteria.

As our acquaintanceship developed, we found ourselves together more often,
and at ease with each other.  One overcast Saturday afternoon, the local
playground had emptied out.  Joe, me, and a bunch of the neighborhood kids
had been playing handball, but nearly everyone had drifted home as the
weather grew colder and dinner hour approached.  Joe and I were horsing
around in the kiddie play area.  First we rode the swings, pumping our legs
hard to ride high, and then standing on the swings to demonstrate our
daring and skill.  Growing tired of that, we drifted to the see-saws,
balancing, and then jumping off to let the other crash to the ground.  We
ended up on the slides, sliding down, first forward, then head-first, and
finally in tandem.  When that happened, the nature of our relationship
began to change.  As Joe's crotch pressed tightly against my ass, I began
to feel a sexual rush.  Joe's legs were around my waist, while I held his
feet firmly on top of his thighs.  We slid down the slide in that position
several times, alternating who was in the front.  We grew bolder, and
sensing that we were both enjoying this equally, we began to grind our
crotches against the willing teenage behind that was pressing back on it.

Flushed with excitement, but knowing that we had overextended the after
school playtime, we finally began to walk home.  Not wanting the afternoon
to end, I walked past my house and continued to Joe's home, on the pretext
of helping him with a bike that had a loose chain.  After putting the
repaired bicycle back into Joe's garage, we walked together down Joe's
darkened driveway.  The sun had gone down, and we both would be late for
dinner, but neither could bring ourselves to break away.  Each felt the
heat and desire coming from the other. Slowly, hesitantly, Joe reached out
and touched my crotch in the darkened driveway, just feet from the lighted
kitchen window. I responded in kind, and there we stood, feeling each other
up, our dicks already hard and wet.  Joe unzipped my fly, and backing up a
little so we couldn't be observed by any passers-by, he began to jerk on my
prick.  Breathing hard, and feeling my heart pound, I fumbled with the
buttons on Joe's fly, finally freeing his dick.  I tried to get a good look
at it, as I began to play with it, but the light in the driveway provided
only a shadowy view.  Joe's cock felt big in my hand, and I noticed that it
was circumcized as were most of the guys in our gym class.  I was one of
the few who had their foreskin intact.

Very soon, we were shooting jism on the little strip of grass in Joe's
driveway.  Then the world began to return to normal.

As I prepared to hurry home for dinner, Joe said, "If you're like me, we're
goin' to have a lot of fun together."

I was puzzled and thrilled by the remark.