Date: Sun, 6 May 2012 17:02:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Bruno <farmboy7456@gmail.com>
Subject: A Single Soul Chapter 1

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A Single Soul

Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
A true friend is one soul in two bodies.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
-- Aristotle --

Chapter 1
A Very Unexpected Reunion or The Day The Earth Stood Still, Again

  Matt Leo was sitting in the breakfast room reading the morning news on
his laptop and working on his second cup of coffee.  It was the first
Monday of the summer vacation for his son Jimmy, so he needed to adjust his
daily schedule between his work and looking after his son.  This was
nothing new, but since Jimmy was eight years old he would be requiring a
bit more supervision and entertainment, like a buddy to hang around with.

  When Jimmy was born, Matt gave up active duty as Marine captain and
finished his NROTC commitment as a reserve officer to stay home and raise
his son.  His wife was a dentist serving in the Navy, she wasn't quite
ready to go into private practice just yet, and Matt had been offered a
lucrative job writing technical manuals and training programs for weapons,
so it was the perfect fit.

  "Daddy, Daddy!  They're moving in; we have new neighbors and they have a
kid that looks like he's my age!"  His very excited son threw himself into
his arms and hugged him tight.

  "Hold on sport, I'll take you over to meet them when Mommy leaves for
work."

  "Okay Dad, looks like the new guy's a Marine too, and they have a dog."
Jimmy was just about to explode, he was desperate for a playmate in the
neighborhood, there were no boys near his age only girls, and everybody
knows how eight-year-old boys feel about girls, yuck!  Matt too hoped they
would get along and become friends; it would be good for Jimmy to have
another boy to bond with.

  Matt's wife appeared in the doorway dressed for work.  She stopped and
looked at her husband sitting with their son in his lap, wrapped in arms,
quietly talking about the new neighbors.

  "Isn't he getting a little too old to be clinging to his daddy?" his wife
said with just a little too much sarcasm for his taste.  Matt looked over
at his wife standing in the doorway, dressed in a perfectly pressed
uniform, and ready to head off to the base.  Denise was a very pretty
woman; she was petite with blond hair and blue eyes with a tight body and a
personality to match.

"A boy is never too old to hug his father," Matt replied as he planted a
big kiss on his son's forehead while putting him down and standing up
meeting his wife's disapproving gaze.

  "Seems our new neighbors have arrived and have a son Jimmy's age.  I told
him we would walk him over to meet them when you left for work to introduce
ourselves."  Matt continued to stare at his wife, almost daring her to say
no.

  Denise looked down at her very excited son and softened, "Okay sport, but
it will have to be quick; Mommy has a full day of mouths to fix."

  The three headed across the street to meet the new neighbors with Denise
in the lead.  Just as they walked up the drive a Marine dressed in
utilities walked around from the front of the truck.  He looked to be about
6'3" and all muscle.  Seeing Denise dressed in her uniform he quickly
dropped the empty box he was carrying and came to attention with a sharp
salute.

"At ease, Gunner," Denise said as she quickly returned his salute, "you can
skip the formalities at home since we will be neighbors," she said with a
smile as she extended her hand; as she took his hand for a quick shake she
continued, "I'm Denise and this..." she nodded to the excited little boy at
her side "...is my son Jimmy, and this is my husband, Captain..."

"Yes ma'am," he said, interrupting her with his trademark megawatt smile
and a deep almost baritone voice, "Captain Matthew Paul Leo."

  Surprised by his response, she turned and looked at her husband who was
standing frozen in his spot; all the color had drained from his face as if
he had seen a ghost.  The Marine came forward as if he were going to hug
Matt, but at that moment Matt stuck his hand out to block him with a
handshake.  He was too stunned to speak, and he was beginning to sweat and
his stomach was doing flips.

  Denise looked at her husband.  "Matthew?" she asked, wondering what was
wrong with him.

  "Yes, I'm sorry," Matthew said with a trembling voice.  "Yes, Jim
Flannery, it's been a long time," Matt managed to choke out.  Matthew
couldn't believe it, after all these years standing before him was the boy
who broke his heart and changed him forever.  As he was trying to compose
himself a young boy about his son's age came running up to his father.
There was no question who he was because he looked just like his father,
Jim, did at the same age.  Just as Matt was getting himself calmed down he
heard the words that would rock his world.

"And this is my son, Matthew," James said with that same huge smile.
Hearing those words made Matt's stomach do flip-flops, he started to shake
and for a moment the ringing in his ears blocked out the remainder of the
conversation; he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment.

  "Matthew, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Denise asked while grabbing his
shaking arm.

  "NO!" Matt said in a shaky voice as he turned and ran across the street
to his house leaving everyone standing in Jim Flannery's driveway stunned
and confused.

  "I'm sorry," Denise said, "I don't understand what just happened, I
better get over and see if he's alright."

  "Sure; but how about letting Jimmy stay here so the boys can get
acquainted?" Jim asked.

  "That's fine," Denise said as she turned to head home to check on her
husband.  Entering the front door she called out to Matt and received no
answer.  As she was heading to the family room she heard the unmistakable
sound of someone throwing up.  Changing direction she headed for their
bedroom and to the master bath.  Entering the bathroom she found Matthew
hugging the toilet and retching with what appeared to be dry heaves.

  "Matt, what's wrong?" Denise asked as she rubbed his back.  "This is a
very strange reaction to meeting -- I presume -- an old friend."

  Matt sat back on his feet and wiped his mouth.  "He's not an old friend
-- just a guy I went to school with."

  "Just a guy you went to school with, but you named your son after him?"
Denise asked incredulously.

  "No, I had a favorite uncle who died when I was in high school," he half
lied; "that's where the name came from."

  "Just seems to be quite a coincidence that he named his son, Matthew,"
she said in a suspicious tone.

  "Well, I have to get to work, and you'd better lie down for a bit.  Jimmy
is across the street making friends so there's no need to worry about him,"
Denise said as she left the room.  He got up and rinsed his mouth then went
to his bed to lie down for a bit; closing his eyes he began to drift off,
back more than twenty years...

  "Hey Matty, guess what? I caught my brother Mike jerking off this
morning!" Jimmy Flannery said to his best friend Matthew Leo as the
twelve-year-old boys were climbing up the latter to their `fort' in the old
barn that was the only thing left of the farm that had become the housing
development where the boys now lived.

  "Really, what happened?" Matt asked, trying to hide his excitement as the
boys took off their shirts and wiped the sweat off their faces.

  "When I was leaving for practice I couldn't find my glove, so I went up
to look in our room.  When I opened the door there was Mike laying on the
bed stroking his boner!" Jim said with a giggle, then continued, "His eyes
got real big when he saw me; I thought he was going to get up and beat the
shit out of me, but he just hissed `Close that fucking door,' and then he
started to shake and this white shit started to shoot out of his cock!"

 "No fucking way," Matt said, the story was making him hot.  Mike was
fourteen and his idol; he could feel his cock getting hard in jockstrap
under his shorts.  "Then what happened?"

  "Let's eat first; I'm starved; then I'll tell you the rest," Jimmy
replied as he opened his bag and unwrapped his hoagie and opened his chips.
The barn stood on a vacant plot of land behind a small strip mall at the
entrance to their development, and whenever they could scrape together
enough money they would buy hoagies after baseball practice and eat lunch
in their "fort."  After tearing through their lunch as only preteen boys
can do, Matt said, "Alright, finish your story."

  "Well, after he shot the white stuff -- it's called cum, by the way -- he
was breathing hard and took a minute to catch his breath.  When he finally
did he grabbed an old tee shirt and wiped himself clean.  Then he bitched
at me for barging into the room.  I said, `Hey, it's my room too!' and he
calmed down.

  "Wow!" Matt said, his cock throbbing now in his shorts, "What else
happened?"

  "He asked me if I jerked-off and I said no, and he laughed and told me I
was full of shit.  Then he said that it's okay, all guys do it but never
talk about it.  So I told him that I played with my boner sometimes but
nothing ever came out; I just got all tingly.  So he said, `Come on, little
bro, I'll show you how it's done.  Go lock the door and drop your shorts.'
Then I sat on the bed next to him, and he told me to follow his lead.  He
spit into his hand and grabbed his boner and started to stroke it up and
down real slow.  I did the same thing and man did it feel great."

"Man, I wish I had an older brother," Matt said wistfully.  "Then what
happened?" he asked.

  "Oh, it was great.  Wait; I'll show ya.  Drop your pants," he said as he
stood and dropped his own pants.  His hairless boy cock snapped up against
his stomach with a thud.  It was huge compared to Matt's four inch hard boy
cock, it looked almost double but without the extra skin covering part of
it's head like Matt and his dad.  He dropped his pants and sat down next to
his buddy.

  "Okay," Jimmy said looking at Matt's cock.  "Wow!  You have skin covering
your head; that is so cool; and look how shiny your cock head is."

  "Yeah, the foreskin keeps it moist all the time," Matt said.

  "Okay, now spit on your hand and grab your dick, then just stroke it up
and down nice and slow and make sure you get up to the head."

  Matt started to mimic his buddy's actions; the feeling was so intense he
thought his head would explode. He had played with his cock before but it
never felt like this -- between the slickness of his spit and watching his
buddy, he was tingling from head to toe.  The boys kept stroking, watching
each other the entire time; then Jimmy started to breathe harder, and with
a raspy voice he said,

  "Oh, man ... shit ... here it comes, Matty ... watch this, man!"  And
with that he shot three volleys of cum onto his flat stomach.  Matt's eyes
got wide, then he started to get this odd feeling starting down in his
toes; he started to shake and panicked, he felt like he had to pee.

  "Shit, Jimmy, I feel like I have to pee!" he said as he continued to
stroke his hard cock.

  "No, man, you don't have to pee; you're gonna cum, man; you're going to
shoot your first load!"

  And with that Matt started to shake and shouted, "Oh, fuck!" as he shoot
his first watery load onto his stomach and chest.

  "That was awesome!" Matt said with a laugh as both boys started to clean
themselves up.

  The doorbell woke Matt up, it took him a minute to remember where he was
and why.  He couldn't believe after all these years that Jim Flannery would
be living across the street from him.  He headed to the front door and
opened it to find Jim standing on the other side of the screen door.

  "Hey, Matt, are you okay?"

  Even though his question seemed sincere, Matt was still leery, "Yeah,
fine, sorry about that.  Must have caught a bug," Matt said not too
convincingly. "Where's Jimmy?" he asked.

  "Well, look, there was a screw-up at work and I have to head in for a few
hours.  The boys are getting along great, so the wife wanted to know if was
okay for Jimmy to stay.  He's keeping Matty out her hair," Jim said.

  "Sure, that's fine with me.  I'll come get him at lunchtime," Matt said,
looking at his old friend.  He could tell that he was ready to say
something serious.  After all these years he still knew him that well.

  "Look, Matt, I just wanted..."

  "Well, thanks, Jim.  Just tell your wife I'll be over before noon to pick
up Jimmy," he said, cutting the man off. Then, reaching in his pocket, he
pulled out one of his business cards with all his numbers on it that he had
prepared.  Opening the screen door -- that he had left conspicuously closed
-- he handed it to Jim saying, "Just tell her to give me a call if she
needs me to come earlier."  He pulled the screen door closed and, stepping
back, he said, "Thanks again, Jim, and welcome to the neighborhood."  He
shut the main door quickly and fell to his knees and started to weep
leaving a very confused Jim on the other side of the door.

To be continued...

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