Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2007 07:57:05 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: DOGGY & DONNY....... PUPPY LOVE fiction by Donny My legal name has three 'first' names in it, Jeffrey Donald James. I don't really use any of them. Everyone calls me Doggy. I got this nickname when I was a toddler because my cousin called me 'dog boy'. He called me that because my Jack Russell terrier puppy followed me everywhere. 'Dog boy' was eventually reduced to just 'Dog'. Then, where I live, all the boys have a ' y ' added to their name whenever possible so I became 'Doggy'.....Doggy James. It's fine by me.. My last name isn't needed very often because I live in farming country where there are lots of acres of farm land but not a lot of people... so everyone knows everyone and we pretty much use first names or nicknames. The cousin who called me dog-boy has the same three names I have.... only the first two are switched around to be Donald Jeffrey James. He doesn't use any of those either. We call him Donny. Our fathers are identical twins. Donald and Jeffrey James. Donny and me don't look that much alike because our mothers are quite different looking. My mother has dark hair and a medium complexion and Donny's mother (my aunt) has red hair and a very light complexion. Our dads have blond hair so I have light brown hair and a medium skin tone and Donny has strawberry-blond hair and a pale complexion with freckles across the top of his nose. We were born 16 minutes apart in the same hospital. I'm the oldest. Everyone in town refers to us as the cousin-twins......mommy says that's an oxymoron but you couldn't prove that by me. We live in separate houses that are right next to each other on the farm our daddy's parents and grandparents owned and worked. Donny and I are in 9th grade and we are 14 years old (be 15 next month). We are regular height and weight for our age...about 5'7" and 120 lbs. Our dads are a couple inches under six feet and kind of thin and both our moms are short so Donny and me don't expect to grow a hell of a lot taller. We are not pleased about that!! Donny tried to get people to call him 'Jesse" for a while there, a couple years back, but 'Donny' is what stuck. That's about it for details; well, except that I'm in love with Donny and he doesn't have a clue about that. We are wicked best friends of course but that's as far as that's gone. Our farm is far from the town where our high school is located. This means we have to leave early every morning because it takes a 1 1/4 hour bus ride to get there. Obviously, the same time for the ride home. I get to share a seat with Donny every school day for 2 1/2 hours and boy do I love that. I fantasize about him all the time. We always do homework on the bus rides and help each other as much as we can. I touch him all the time and justify the touching with a long list of what I believe are OK reasons to touch a cousin/best bud!!! Plus everybody knows I'm a touchy-feely person and Donny is use to it. One of my dreams is to someday hold his hand for an entire bus ride. I have a number of other dreams involving Donny that occasionally cause me to cum in my pants. Naturally I think about 'Donny dreams' while masturbating and I have fired a river of cum in his name. I've shared all my thoughts with Donny except this one about me being gay for him. I haven't mentioned that yet. In all the sharing of our thoughts and hopes for the future he has never given a single hint that there is even an itty-bitty chance he feels the same way about me. Nothing at all to even give me that avenue of last resorts, 'hope'. At almost fifteen years old my hope for 'hope' has just about run out ...........It's a desperate situation to have to hope to get a reason for 'hope'. I'm at my wits end with desire for him. Just a sweet hug and a kiss on the lips is all I want; that would satisfy me forever. Well maybe not forever; it would certainly satisfy me for the moment..... and then I'd have to up the expectations of course, but one has to start somewhere. The longest journey starts with a single step. I need that first step so I am in the process of developing a plan. Neither Donny or I are in any danger of being valedictorian of our class but we aren't stupid either.....so if I'm not stupid I can't help but wonder .........why is this 'plan' so hard for me to come up with??? He knows we think of each other as best friends for life; no problem there. But a problem might occur if he were to realize I think of him in a sexual way.... that, plus the realization that there is no hope he'll reciprocate those feelings. If that happens our relationship will be changed forever. We won't be the perfect best buds anymore because there is that extra ingredient now..... me being 'gay'. That has to be thrown in the mix and it would change the 'thing' we think we have now ...we think we're the same. We do think we're twins; our own version of twins. But that would be over with if I'm gay and Donny ain't. Crying about it at night hasn't seemed to help advance my 'plan' one little bit. Too bad too because that is the best strategy I've come up with so far. Maybe stamping my foot on the floor will help. If only Donny weren't so perfect I might have a chance to get over him. Why does he have to be so fucking cute? Hell, one might even say 'beautiful'. That's what I heard my mom tell his mom, "Julia, I've never seen a more beautiful baby boy!" He didn't get any uglier growing up I can tell you that. God almighty, just talking about him gives me a boner that aches! Why does he have to be generous and funny too? Why is he always so nice to me and always sticks up for me?? And shit....everyone likes him. Jeez! ya think I have a chance of getting 'over' him. Hell if I do...... Our bodies look a lot alike, we take after our dads in that area, so I hesitate to say it least I sound like a braggart but, he's got a fabulous body; one I long to hug and lick. Poor me; Doggy is helplessly dizzy just thinking about his cousin Donny. How fucking pathetic!!! God help me. Well actually forget that. I already tried that route..intense praying with huge promises about what I'd do for God if only Donny and me could be gay boys together. It got me exactly nada, zero and nothing at all; even less really. Well that didn't work and crying didn't work so maybe the foot stamping isn't such a bad idea after all. A little temper tantrum ....... We have a one week winter vacation coming in ten days and we're really excited about getting away from high school for a while. Most years both our families have taken nice trips to some place that's warm (since we are deep into winter here), but this year money is tight so no winter trip to some place with sun and beaches. Bummer!!! Donny was asking me if I had any ideas for the winter break but our options are very limited. What the hell could we do that doesn't cost any money?? In the summer, after early morning chores we have options: we swim, fish, play catch, play one-on-one basketball, take hikes and a couple of times each summer we're allowed to camp out for a couple nights and that is so much fun. We also; but wait a minute ....hmmmmm Camping out is a blast! Jeez, I just may have stumbled over a clue here...a hint of an idea. The beginning of a 'plan' at last. The two of us alone in a tent in the freezing cold and snow. This has fucking "possibilities" written all over it. This could be the answer of what to do on our winter break; and more importantly it might be that first step of my plan for getting a kiss and a hug from Donny. Maybe I can qualify for valedictorian after all. Ha ha, Donny doesn't know that Doggy has him on my radar screen......poor Donny is so naive he has no chance!! Isn't it fun lying to yourself. I can't pull this off. I don't have the balls. Damn! Scratch that plan......... Donny and me were taking care of some barn chores after school and we're talking about the upcoming winter break and Donny says... "What do you think about roughing it with some cross country skiing and camping-out for a couple nights? It would be a hell of an adventure Doggy, and my dad said he'd help us get together everything we'd need." I honestly wondered if he knew me so well he'd read my mind. Swear to God, I wondered. I said, "Christ Donny, we'll freeze our asses off." I know how to take advantage of an opportunity. Now, no matter how it all turns out, it was Donny who came up with the idea; not me. Sweet! He didn't have a lot of trouble talking me into the idea and we had great fun with our heads together looking at a map of our farm and surrounding areas. Eight miles of flat farm land and then about twenty acres of tree covered hills separating more flat farm land. Somewhere in those hills we'd make our camp. We wanted to camp at a different spot...not one we'd used in the past. Our neighbor who owns the hilly land has given us permission to camp out there anytime. It was important we have a specific route and destination and not vary this in any significant way. Our parents wanted to know exactly where we'd be. We had cell phones and they trusted our camping skills so there wasn't undo concerns. Both families had snowmobiles but Donny and me would use cross country skiing as our mode of transportation. They'd use the snowmobiles to get to us if we ran into any sort of trouble. I don't know how many of you have ever done any camping in your life but it is fun. A lot of the fun is in the planning and this kept Donny and me happily occupied for many hours. I stopped counting how many times my head bumped into his head as we poured over a map or a catalog or a list of one thing or another. One of my favorite ways to touch Donny is to grab him by the back of his neck and jerk his body around a little pretending he was being a knuckle head about something or pretend he'd said something dumb or funny or clever...no matter the reason. He is always a good sport about it all and makes his body limp so I can jostle him around some. Oh my God do I love that boy! We are not just a couple of hick farm boys or mommy's boys so we raided the families' winter supplies and snuck in a pint of vodka and a six pack of beer and a five pack of cigarillo cigars with our other stuff. We intended on getting away with something out there. We brought matches and the fire starters used for home fire places so that we could easily get a camp fire going. Most of our food was of the canned or package variety; beans and franks, soups, franco-american spaghetti and canned stew. You know, stuff we wouldn't think of eating if our mom's served it to us. We had premixed powered drinks that we'd melt snow and make kool-aid and Tang from. Many bars of candy, dry milk (melted snow again) cereal, lots of snacks. We were not going to starve. We brought a pad of paper and ball point pens to chronicle our adventure for the ubiquitous "what did you do on winter break" essay for English class. Portable radio and three different battery powered lights. We had two plastic bottles with screw cap lids; one to store melted snow water and one for inside the tent at night to pee in. You don't want to be looking for a place to pee at night outside the tent in the snow, wind and ice. It's a good idea to keep track of which bottle is which. Other stuff is routine....Tent, two sleeping bags, a few small pots, some change of clothing and the skis. Bentley, my dog, had a bad hip... and was too old to come with us anyhow; which disappointed Bentley, Donny and especially me. We were ready and so was the weather. It snowed five inches the night before we were to leave and more snow on the way. "No problem", we said. We weren't worried. We had it all covered and from our point of view the more snow the better. What a cool adventure! HA HA.. Cool in more ways than one. Thank god for modern fabrics because the tent and sleeping bags we had didn't weight much and they were small enough to be strapped on top of our back packs. We weighed the back packs on a bathroom scale and each one came in at just over 35 pounds. Not bad at all because since we're farm boys and not some fragile city boys the 35 pounds is an easy load. We took off with hugs and kisses (and last minute reminders) an hour or so after breakfast ... on the Monday of our winter break. Three nights is the most we could get approval for and it's probably all we wanted approval for if truth be known. High spirits and off we went with Bentley howling in the barn. Damn! It took us a little over four hours to get to the beginning of the hilly area and the wind had picked up so it wasn't as much fun as it could have been with blue, sunny skies. We weren't the best cross country skiers so we took off the skis, hooked them and the poles together and dragged them behind us up the hills. We'd ski down the slopes on the way home. It gets dark early in the winter so we never actually got to the agreed upon camp site. We choose a good alternative one though and used the cell phone to call and tell my dad our revised location. It was in front of a monstrous boulder so that was a satisfactory landmark and it blocked a lot of the wind. Getting a good fire going was what we wanted to do first and we had tons of old, dead branches and log pieces right in our area so this is good. We got a nice fire going and we set up the tent on a mat of evergreen branches we cut off nearby fir trees. The branches served as a barrier between the floor of our tent and the snow. They were a little bumpy here and there but mostly nice and soft and a great alternative to laying on top of hard packed snow. We spent a good amount of time congratulating each other on the evergreen branches idea. The tent was only three feet high and six feet by six feet at the base so not much room in there at all. We organized the sleeping bags and other stuff inside the tent and then using dry logs we made sort of a bench we could sit on... Very comfy in front of a crackling fire. I turned on the radio to rock music, we snapped open a beer that neither of us really wanted and we began telling each other how fabulous all this is..... being on our own with nobody telling us what to do ...etc .. Donny says "Think we should have one of those cigarillos, Doggy?' I said it would probably be better after dinner and this got us started with those preparations. We had a round container of biscuits which we tried to cook on an open fire by putting tin foil over the pan hoping to form an oven. Beef stew went into a pan and sat on a flat rock we'd put in the fire before it was really blazing . One other pot was quickly melting a pile of snow. When we finished our beers we poured the melted snow water into the plastic water container and added the dry Tang mix to make an almost undrinkable orange something..... pour a little vodka in a plastic cup with the Tang mixture and we had our drinks for cocktail hour. We were a couple of hot shits! When we got around to eating we discovered that the top half of the biscuits was eatable but the bottom half was burned black.... the stew was pretty good once it cooled down enough to eat. Two candy bars each for desert. Another Tang and vodka for an after dinner drink ( just like our parents had when we'd eat out), light up a cigarillo for each of us and "Ain't this the life Doggy?" "You got that right Donny!" What is a step up from 'hot shit'?... because we were moving on up in the 'hot shit' category. Fun! Donny began telling me about his dad saying something about letting him have their pick-up when he gets his license etc........etc.. I only half listened to him because I was still trying to come up with that plan that would get me the kiss on the lips; and maybe the hug too. My planning skills didn't seem to be any better out here than they were back at my house so I ended up just talking with Donny as we choked down those horrible cigars. Somehow it got to be almost 9 pm and we agreed it was time to move into the tent. It was getting colder. We took our before-bed-time pee, used handi-wipes to clean up with and then brushed our teeth using the last of the melted snow to rinse out the toothpaste. We quickly melted some more snow so we could make some kool-aid in case we got thirsty during the night. Donny said, "Doggy, let's really build up this fire and put some of those big, fat logs on so the fire will last most of the night." That's what we did. Inside the tent we were too far away from the fire to get very much warmth from it but it was a nice security blanket because we could see the fire burning brightly if we looked out the little plastic window in the tent flap. We had a battery powered light inside the tent but it didn't provide any warmth either so it was cold. Donny said "It's wicked cold now Doggy but, even so, still strip to your T shirt, boxers and socks before getting in your sleeping bag. Our body heat will warn these babies up real comfortable like." I have always liked to do what Donny tells me to do...... it creates a buzzing around my dick and stomach. "Sure thing Donny." Still very cold when we first got in the sleeping bags because we haven't built up the body heat yet. The sleeping bag will retain a lot of the heat we create. We both have our noses inside the sleeping bag and just our eyes and top of our heads are visible. The tent has a very tight Velcro strip on the tent flap so no outside air is blowing in the tent. Eventually the heat our bodies generate will leak out of our sleeping bags and warm up the air in the tent some. In the summer we have a screen flap and we sleep on top of the sleeping bags. It's usually too hot in the summer but we could use a little of that heat now. I couldn't help but notice that this 'body heat warming' thing apparently takes quite a while to be noticeable in winter weather. Donny says "Wow, it's colder than I thought. Doggy lets hump our sleeping bags toward each other so we're touching and cold air can't circulate between our sleeping bags.." I hadn't been able to think of a plan but Donny seems to be doing it for me...hot damn!!! I hump my whole body and the sleeping bag toward him while he does the same towards me and we're both good humpers and we wind up touching all up and down the side of our respective bodies; my left side and his right side. In about two seconds my dick is so hard I have to suppress a moan. I'm thinking...it would hurt like hell, but my boner is so hard it could be hammered into a tree trunk like a spike. "OK Doggy; see, we're warming up already." He's so innocent and sweet. "Gee, I see what you mean, Donny. Great idea. I'm getting wicked hot!" Donny said I shouldn't be sarcastic, we're not hot yet but touching our sleeping bags together like this will help get us warm faster. I mumbled that I was just kidding...that I agreed with him. Meanwhile I was playing with my boner as discreetly as possible and it felt real good. Earlier we'd had a beer each and probably each of us had a total of three ounces of vodka split between the two Tang and vodka cocktails we each had; but we consumed those drinks over a three hour period so we were far from intoxicated. On the other hand, we still could feel some of the affects and it helped make things we talked about seem funnier than they probably were. We reminisced about stuff we thought was funny and Donny got us laughing about the 'bear shits in the woods' routine. It's a smart ass quip you say in answer to a question instead of saying "yes"... Older kids passed it down to us and most kids do the same. The deal was.... when a kid would ask you a question like " are you going to the game tonight?"....well, everybody in the school is going so naturally you're going too but instead of saying "Yeah, of course! " you say "Does a bear shit in the woods?". Donny reminded me that for a period of time I would screw that routine up for the younger kids who had started using it. Just to be different, and a ball buster at the same time, when a younger kid would say to me "Does a bear shit in the woods?" ... I'd say, in a serious way, 'you mean a polar bear'? This through them off initially but eventually I started to get a lot of "Fuck you Doggy!" Sometimes I'd say "you mean a bear in a zoo? I think they shit on cement in a cage." and then I'd ask the question again and usually got the FU Doggy and sometimes "Eat me, Doggy". We didn't let the younger kids use the line and they hated that! Donny and me got huge laughs out of it. It was just one of many things we considered our insider humor. Just Doggy and Donny 'got it'. Secret society stuff for 13 and 14 year olds I guess. We talked about how hot it was in the summer on our camping out trips as compared to this freezing experience, Donny said, " yeah, it's like that guy that has one bare foot in a bucket of ice and the other bare foot in a pot of boiling water and he says..on average I feel OK." We enjoyed out time together and as the time passed we drank some kool aid and ate some snacks. Our sleeping bags were comfortably warm by now. Donny says "Pass the piss bottle Donny." He's fumbling around in his sleeping bag taking a piss when I hear "Fuck!! Oh no! God damnit! Fuck!" He yells that the piss bottle slipped off it's cap and all his piss spilled out in his sleeping bag. Donny scrambles out of the bag and grabs the handi-wipes to clean some pee off his leg. He unhooks the tent flap and throws his sleeping bags outside. Way too much freezing air flows in the tent. DAMN!! It was getting sort of nice. "We don't need to smell pee all night!" he says..and then he says "Christ, I'm freezing....move your ass over Doggy, we're sharing your sleeping bag. Keep your hands to yourself if you can. Ha Ha." I tried to say something but I forgot how to talk so I scooted over as far as I could to one side of the sleeping bag and in crawls Donny. My 'plan' of not having a plan was working like a charm! We had adult size sleeping bags and they were very roomy for one. It was a little bit tight with the two of us.... our small bodies not withstanding. Laying flat on our backs we were touching all down our sides. He was joking around about this embarrassing development. Donny said "Sorry about this Doggy, but I guess i didn't screw the cap on tight and I found myself just holding the cap while the god damn bottle of pee rolled around inside my sleeping bag. What a fucking nightmare!! But, ya know, this will be one of our funny stories in the future...that's my prediction." I still couldn't remember how to talk so instead of saying something I wrapped my arm around his neck and pressed my nose and lips against the side of his face. My nose was in his strawberry-blond hair and my lips were pressed tightly against his cheek next to his ear where I kissed him. Tears rolled out of both my eyes. Donny's smell was much more intoxicating than the booze I'd drank. I couldn't think how I'd got in this position but I wasn't thinking about changing it. I was paralyzed; moving my lips away from his face was out of the question. Plus how could I continue to smell his face and hair if I moved? Right? Perhaps I wasn't thinking clearly... that's another possibility. When I let myself think at all... only bad thoughts exploded in my head. Shortly Donny said in a slow, low voice "What are you doing Doggy?" I didn't say a word..maybe we could both fall asleep and when we woke up it would seem like a vague dream....OR, maybe not; as 30 seconds later Donny said "Are you kissing the side of my face Doggy?" I moved my head up and down slightly indicating that 'yes'.... indeed I was kissing the side of your face, Donny. Yep, you guessed it cuz! That's what I'm doing... and smelling you too.' The tears kept rolling down my cheeks onto Donny's face as we both were motionless. I began to let reality set in and I knew I fucked up our best-buddies-of-all-time thing. Maybe we could still be friends if I just let go of him; but I couldn't. Fact is I didn't want to let go. Donny said, "Doggy, why don't you try kissing me on the lips so I can kiss you back?" My brain was busy processing what my ears heard but the world had sped up something terrible for me and I just held on to Donny's neck and kissed the side of his face and cried. Other concerns were too complicated right at the moment. He gently began to pry my arm from around his neck saying "It's OK Doggy...you don't have to cry. Please let go of my neck and kiss me on my mouth." As he loosened my arm he turned his face toward mine and put his lips on my lips and he kissed me. There was no sudden, brilliant moment when everything became clear to me. It was a slow process that began with Donny's kiss and slowly proceeded to our next kiss. I didn't want to think this through right now...I just wanted to revel in this moment and then the next moment and the next.... We weren't in a kissing frenzy but instead everything was slow and deliberate. We took our time to learn together and shortly our tongues were licking each other and we licked each others lips and cheeks and nose and chin and necks. Our eyes were closed and we made soft sounds of pleasure. When Donny turned onto his side and leaned over me I took it that since he was above me he was in charge which is one of my 'Donny' fantasies..Donny being dominate. Then I felt his boner against my thigh and everything was surreal to me now... Was I fantasizing, was I dreaming......I KNEW this was real but couldn't make myself really believe it in case it turned out to be that one in a million chance that it was a dream..if it was I'd never recover from the disappointment. Donny took my hard cock in his fist and slowly jerked me off and I involuntarily started humping my hips and moaning quietly. I reached for Donny's boner and began jerking him off as we continued licking each others tongues. I could feel Donny using his thumb to rub my precum around the head of my cock. All around my groin and stomach the electric buzzing grew stronger and I squeezed my eyes closed and screwed up my face and shot a long stream of cum on Donny's T shirt all around his belly. " Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Oh God !! Whoa! Oh Donny Oh man!! " Then without warning or feeling any precum from Donny's cock he shot a stream of cum that hit my t shirt right on my breast bone, followed by a few more shots and a long groan and real screwy breathing from Donny. We'd stopped kissing and licking with the first shot of cum. Our breathing was quick and I gulped some spit down my wind pipe somehow and kept coughing to try to get it up. We were both fucked up but in a good way. There was too much sensations for either of us to process that first time. The head of my cock was still tingling five minutes after I shot my load. We couldn't talk for a while and then I think we felt too awkward to start talking. It was a thrilling development beyond comprehension; but I still felt scared and completely unsure of myself. Neither of us knew what to do next. And we were both still basking in the glow of a climax so far superior to anything we'd ever had from jerking ourselves off .... it was all a lot to assimilate and understand. I was totally confused as to how I got more than I had ever hoped for without having a plan of any kind. I just acted on instinct or more accurately; acted out of compulsion. There was no thinking involved......being almost naked and right next to Donny I just acted out a dream. Donny finished what I started. I didn't know what to think. So we laid there almost touching as we shared my sleeping bag. It was going to have to be Donny who broke the silence because I was incapable of doing it. I still felt kind of guilty somehow. "Doggy, do you think we're a couple of gay boys?" Thank God Donny finally said something because I was feeling the tension growing inside me. I said, "It was all my fault. I shouldn't have attacked you and I'm so sorry I could cry." Donny reached over and (unexpectedly and amazingly) tousled the hair on the top of my head and said with a little chuckle "Hell, Doggy, you already did that. You've been crying for the last 15 minutes and I don't know why. That's why I was quiet; letting you finish crying. You've just about stopped now so can you tell me what made you cry?" I realized I had been crying and grabbed a wet handi-wipe to wash my face and then I dried my face on part of my sleeping bag. "Sorry about attacking you and the crying too. I don't know what made me grab you and kiss you Donny, but as soon as I did it I thought our friendship was over and so I cried. I couldn't make myself let go of you and I'm sorry for that as well. I fucked up everything! I'm so sorry!" Donny said in a very soft voice, "Doggy, stop saying 'your sorry' about everything. I've been trying for a year and a half to find out if you would like to try some 'gay' stuff with me. I know I sure wanted to try some with you! I have a wicked crush on you Doggy and I've been noticing how hot some of the other boys look too. I guess that makes me gay. I asked you if you thought we were a couple of gay boys but I was really asking if you think there's a chance you might be gay too, because I already know I am...." My heart was thumping in my chest as my mind caught up with what I was hearing. I turned my head and stared at Donny...... I was trying to make sure he wasn't joking around like he has been known to do. He had a serious, concerned look on his face as he looked me in the eyes. He lifted his eyebrows and slightly shook his head up and down indicating that; yes indeed, he meant what he said and ...maybe he was also encouraging me to say "yes" to his question. I said "Yes Donny, I've wanted to try gay stuff with you for a couple of years. I can't say I've noticed other boys because I concentrate all my attention on you. I love you. I just haven't been able to think of a 'plan' that would allow me to bring this up." Donny smiled and said "You sure shot a nice blast of cum on me. My T shirt is soaked. I thought the top of my dick was coming off when I shot my wad. It felt better than anything I've ever felt. How about you?" It was so hard to get a handle on this; something I've wanted so badly for two years is now mine and I don't know what to do. I asked Donny how he could be so blase about all this and he said he wasn't blase at all; he was thrilled and wanted to talk about it and share our thoughts just like we do with everything. I was coming around to realizing this was REAL. My fondest dream has come true. Donny and me began to talk about how we couldn't work up the nerve or maybe it was, couldn't make ourselves take a chance on bringing up this topic. I told Donny about all the ways I developed for touching and feeling parts of his body. He said "No way! It was me, Doggy, not you who was making all the touching possible. How about the way I made myself like a rag doll when you grabbed the back of my neck. It was so you could jerk me into you and off of you and I could push off or put my arm around your neck like a wrestling hold...all those things were my doing." I contradicted some of it and we had a sweet friendly arguement about who tried the hardest to get us to try some kind of 'gay' thing together. Mine was the hug and kiss and Donny always hoped for jerking each other off. We both said "just for starters." Nothing had ever given me the sense of wonder, satisfaction and happiness.....all wrapped up together, that our talk gave me. We held hands whie we talked. I didn't even remember the exact second we took hold of each others' hand. I laid on my back with me head turned toward Donny and he laid on his side facing me as we talked. My joy was so far greater than I would have believed possible that at one point large tears rolled from my eyes down my cheeks. No crying, just tears. Donny wiped at them with his fingers but didn't comment about them. I asked Donny if we could kiss some more and we kissed for a long time. We were rubbing our hands over each others heads, necks, arms and chests. The longer we kissed the lower the rubbing until we were both massaging each others crotch and we stroked each others boners again and shot almost together with sharp intake of breaths, moanings and thundering hearts. More cum splashed on each other and this time we stayed in each others arms after our climaxes and Donny said "I meant to say 'I love you too Doggy'.....forget the crush, we're quite a ways past that." I whispered how wonderful that made me feel and we pressed the sides of our faces together and went to sleep. My last thought was that we have two more days and nights in my sleeping bag. Together. I hoped to have a nice dream about that.... thinat20@yahoo.com coming......conclusion