Date: Sun, 08 Sep 2002 02:29:47 -0500
From: Johnny H <smudger00@hotmail.com>
Subject: Not a One Night Stand

My first relationship I ever had got me labeled a pervert.  I probably
would have never remembered it except for the note I was sent home with to
give to my mother.  It was in kindergarten, during nap-time.

Each day, whether we were tired or not, we had to lie down on thin foam
mats.  Placed side-by- side, alternating head and feet.  David was next to
me, and it was with him that I was supposedly doing some inappropriate
sexual activities.  I do remember what it was, since David's feet were near
my head, I was able to look up his little shorts.  Except for the coldest
days, we would wear shorts.  Skinny little legs left a lot of room for
little hands to slip inside and feel little weenies.  Day after day,
nap-time meant scooting over, spreading legs, and tickling up inside those
shorts.

It wasn't just me, David would feel my little balls and pull my little dick
just about as often as I would his.  I would usually grow from a little
mushroom cap looking wee-wee to an amazing inch long shaft.  I loved the
way it felt like a stiff little rubber eraser.  David and I could go all
the nap- time and never take our hands out of each other's undies.  I did
enjoy the smell left on my fingers.

It was on a couple of days that I hand my hand in David's shorts and David
was just enjoying it too much to play with me.  I barely remember the
teachers telling me to stop, I thought it was like all the other kids who
were not quiet enough for nap-time.  The teachers thought it was such a
terrible thing, me molesting David, that they had to write a note.  David
never got one, or at least his parents never talked to him about it.  I
wasn't the only one, several years later, I think it was my sophomore year
in high school when some of the kindergarten alum got nostalgic and talked
about those days.

What that note did was make me aware that I had to be careful.  David and I
would watch to make sure the teachers were not paying attention.  Since our
playtime during nap-time was cut short, we found other places and times to
fondle our nubbies.  The sandbox was a great spot, since we sat down with
legs spread, little fingers found hard pee-pees.  There was a corner of the
school building that would block the view from almost every spot the
teachers hung out.  There we could actually drop our shorts, that led to
rubbing our dicks together, that led to giggling and worry about getting
caught.

Our places to conduct our play increased over the years, as did the height
of our play.  It never got real serious, just what little boys could do.
Pissing got to be a big part of it, even some butt play.  And it even got
David's little brother involved as really the only other boy we played
with.  Sleep-overs were fun, sneaky things going on under the covers.  Good
clean fun in the showers at my house and the bathtub at his.  It wasn't a
constant orgy by any means, just making the most out of the situation.

Then came junior high, and puberty.  David and I had different interests
and they grew us apart.  I would get into sports; football, basketball, and
track.  David loved band and choir.  We would have a few classes together
through junior high and high school.  We were friendly, but never really
got to see each other much at all.  There were times that I could have gone
over to him and talked.  I would see him sitting high in the stands in the
gym, reading a book, or practicing the fingering of his flute.  I would see
him walking home, usually alone.  In fact, as the years went by, the more
alone he seemed to be.  The more I was surrounded by other jocks, the fewer
guys would hang with him.  He always seemed to be with the girls, rarely
any boys.  I developed into a hardbody jock, he was limber and lithe, and
well, limp-wristed.

Then about 2 months before we were to graduate from high school, on a
Friday night, I ran into him at the neighborhood 7-11.  He had some bread,
cookies and the like.  I went in to pick up some beer, with the intent to
go to the parking lot we all used as a hang out in a small town lacking in
evening activities for high-schoolers.  Standing in front of the store, we
talked.  We started to catch up on things from the last 6 years.  We talked
about college plans, summer work, and things like that.  We sat on the
tailgate of my pickup and talked some more.

I was surprised to find out that he could recall just about every touchdown
I had scored, the track meets, the joys and disappointments of my high
school career.  It was not just one-sided, I congratulated him on his being
named to the official State Band and that he looked good in the newspaper.
I told him that I knew he was going to be good at playing the flute when he
won some award in 8th grade band.  And we talked about how nervous he was
at last year's Christmas concert when he sang a grand and beautiful solo.
He was surprised I had been there for that.  I was glad I was, he not only
sounded fantastic but he was so into the song that I loved to watch his
body as he sang.

We had been keeping up with each other much more than we each knew.  He had
been sitting in the gym bleachers to watch me.  I had come to his rescue
and never knew it until then.  It was just another day, I was heading home
after practice, saw David there, with other guys.  I stopped and started
talking to them all, including David into the conversations, then he and I
walked off towards our homes.  It turns out, the other guys had cornered
David, with the intent of kicking the shit out of a fag.  David claimed
that since I was his bud, the other guys left him alone, giving him some
respect, mostly because he said they knew I could kick the shit out of each
of them, and at the same time.  We laughed that night about me being his
hero.

It got late and we were still sitting and talking. We finished off his bag
of Pecan Sandies.  We went through several cans of soda.  I was really
enjoying the moment, I was relaxed and laughing.  I had no intention of
leaving and heading for the parking lot, even David suggested several times
that I go have fun.  I was having fun right there.  I got hungry, I had to
piss so bad, and the 7-11 clerk was chasing us off.  I suggested we go to
the new Denny's, David asked if I would like to go to his house.  I gave
him a ride for the couple of blocks.

No one else was at home as we went in.  It looked very much like the last
time I had been there.  We went right to his bedroom, he had the same
furniture, updated curtains and bedding.  I still had the image of his room
covered in cutouts of baseball players, a bedspread with all the teams
logos, and bats used as coat racks.  Instead, he had bookshelves filled
with books, music books, photos of musicians and posters of the popular
rock bands.  The surprising thing was that the same bed we had slept in
together when we were little had shrunk!  Even as little kids, we had to
have slept close, out of necessity not just want.

We raided the kitchen, found plenty of junk food.  We went right back to
his bedroom.  Shoes came off as we got comfortable, old annuals were
brought out, and laughs broke out at the images of old friends and
ourselves.  We sat with our backs on the bed, getting closer and closer to
each other until we were touching from knee to shoulder.  I even snuggled
up to him, I thought without him noticing.  A class picture of our first
grade class showed up, I thought David looked so cute in that picture.  He
told me that I looked cute . . . and sexy.  A little shot of shock hit me
but David asked if I remembered nap-time and all the other things we did
back then.  I said I did and we awkwardly began talking about that.

It was awkward enough that I had grown hard.  I was sure he could notice
it, the bulge of my dick was clear as it went down my leg.  I had looked or
at least tried to look at his crotch, but the books and pictures were
covering his lap.  I was getting hot, and I hadn't pissed yet.  When David
hopped up to get another picture, I got up to piss.  I never used to close
the door when I used his bathroom and I thought it would be weird if I
started then.  It took some maneuvering to get situated so my boner
wouldn't show, and a few moments to let it soften enough to start pissing.
When I finished and came back out, David was waiting with a picture.

It was a picture of the two of us, hugging each other tightly, chubby
cheeks, goofy grins, looking very happy in our little shorts.  David said
that was his all time favorite picture.  That was about the last complete
sentence that was spoken over the next several hours.  Looking at that
picture, David and I fell softly into each other. I brought my arms around
him, hugged him, feeling his thin body getting squeezed in my muscular
arms. His arms wrapped around me, moving his hands up and down my back. His
hands rubbed my butt, moved to my back and would slip a finger or two into
the waist band of my jeans.  I was still, I was loving the feeling of his
hands, I wanted his hands to slip all the way into my pants.  I could
barely move because it felt so good, and the promise of more made me stand
there and hope.

Our faces were rubbing against each other, his lips would slide over mine,
not really a kiss but almost as exciting.  I started to move my arms. My
hands found his butt, I squeezed each cheek, pulled them apart, squeezing
hard.  As I squeezed, I pulled him closer to me, my boner was pressing into
his body.  Then I could tell what it was pressing into was his hard dick.
Squeezing his cheeks got us swaying, pressing our dick together.  I was
breathing deeply, I was taking in his scent, clean and fresh yet full of
sweat and hormones.  I kept my eyes tightly shut.

My eyes popped open and I felt his hand slide around to the front of me.
His fingers found my balls, cupping them, lifting one at a time. Then the
palm of his hand pressed along the length of my boner.  There was a huge
bolt of electricity that ran through my body at that touch.  He was
stroking me through my jeans and I would have loved to cum right then.  His
hand rose high on my belly, and as it dropped it tried to enter my jeans.
Each time he would lower his hand, he would get a little more hand inside
my jeans.  My dick was pointing straight up, hard as can be and just an
inch of escaping the waist band.  With his hand inside my jeans, he touched
the tip of my dick. He moved his hand sideways, and when each of his
fingers flicked over the head of my dick it was like a little explosion
going off.  Bam, bam, bam, bam!  It was like all the nerves were turned on
at the head of my dick.

I was so absolutely ready to come out of my clothes and when David began to
unbutton my jeans, I was set to help him.  He stopped me.  He said he would
do it.  He backed off from me so he had both hands free.  He unzipped me,
that vibration was like ten times intense as any jacking stroke I had down
(and that was just about my sex life then, too).  His hands once again
found my dick, clad only in my light blue briefs, a little precum wet spot
was showing up already.  David's hand went to my shirt, and once again when
I tried to help, he stopped me.  As soon as my shirt was off, he pressed
his body against mine, contacting my bare chest and belly with as much of
his body as he could.  My dick pressing against his in his jeans.

I pulled his t-shirt off and immediately we went back, pressing our chests
hard together.  It made me laugh when his hard little nipples brushed
against my hard but bigger nipples.  I was staring down as our nipples
flicked each other, it was an interesting and very new sight to me.  I
don't even remember noticing another boy's nipples before that.  It
distracted me enough that all of a sudden I realized David's hands were
inside my jeans, massaging my butt cheeks, spreading and squeezing,
exposing parts to air, and pressing them together again.

I almost started to help remove my jeans but I let him pull them down and
off my feet, he was careful to make sure my underwear stayed on.  When he
had my pants off, he sat down and backed up against the bed.  He was taking
me all in.  I was shivering, shaking from the excitement, a little afraid
of going on, scared of not going further.  I stood there with my boner
pushing my underwear out in a tent, it pulled the elastic away from my
belly and I could see my pubes clearly.  David asked me to turn, and I did
slowly, his had reaching out to touch me.  He put both hands on my back and
ran them down the sides, outlined my muscles.  He ran his hands from my
shoulders, along the V of my back, stopping shortly to run his hands around
my waist band and tapping my dick.  His hands moved right down my legs,
goose bumps sprang up with his touch.  He stripped my socks off of me and
then pulled me back around.

His face was even with my dick, I had never had a blow job but I was
thinking how much I want to have my dick in between his lips, pressing so
close to his thin beautiful face.  His cheeks looked so soft, I wanted my
balls on them.  I heard him breathe deeply as his nose came close to the
bulge in my undies.  His hands were all over my underwear, squeezing my
butt, caressing my dick, lifting my balls, running a hand between my legs,
brushing my pubes from the top of my underwear.  My legs were getting weak,
I felt cum beginning to build, and I was moaning with each movement of
David's hands.

I remember the feel as my dick got free, bouncing out unrestrained, but I
don't remember lifting a leg to let the underwear off my body.  I remember
standing there, completely naked, exposed, vulnerable, at the will of
someone else.  I loved the emotions, I loved the feel of David's hands on
me, his chest pressing against my dick and balls.  David ran his hands all
over my body, concentrating so much on my balls, dick, even my asshole, and
even that area behind my balls.  It was all I could do not to shoot.  And
when he started to stroke my dick, it didn't take long at all.

I was amazed at how hard it felt yet at the same time so soft and tender.
Feelings of how my little dick felt when we played in kindergarten somehow
rose up and added to the intensity of being stroked.  I heard David's words
of encouragement as wave after wave of orgasm shot through me.  I shot long
and hard.  Long wet strings of cum were followed by as many dry shots that
squeezed my entire body.  I felt David's arms reach around me and helped me
to the floor, I could no longer stand. I could feel cum sliding along
between our bodies as he got close.  I was catching my breathe as I reached
over and found David's denim covered dick.  I was stroking it a little
faster as blood returned to my head.  His dick left my hand as he stood up
and pulled his pants off.

They came off with his socks as quickly as I had ever stripped.  He stood
in front of me, old thin holey underwear covering his dick, his balls
hanging low and heavy.  I reached over and with a thumb making contact with
his dick, I pulled his underwear down and off.  I was shocked to see his
huge dick throbbing in front of my eyes.  It was thin, but so very long.  I
think it had to be at least half again as long as mine.  It had a curve up,
but stood straight out.  A beautifully shaped head tipped the hard pink
shaft.  The piss tube stood out underneath so clearly, it was the first
thing I ran my hands on when I touched David again.

His pubes were even blonder than he was, a tight little patch of pubes
above his dick and a happy trail that ran a long way to he navel.  His
balls were cover in light fuzz, I liken the touch of his naked ball sac to
an old teddy bear.  It made the hardness of his dick be outstandingly hard.
Both of my hands were on his boner, sliding around to his balls, even going
up to tweek his nipples once in a while.

My face was just too close to his dick.  I had to taste it. I held his dick
in both hands and leaned my mouth towards it.  I wrapped my lips around his
dick head.  Oh what tastes and excitement I got.  It was salty and sweet,
velvety to the touch of my tongue, hot and pounding, but I kept it in there
for only a short time.  I had never tasted a dick, well other than my own
when I could bend over enough to suck myself, about 7th grade, I think.
And I had never tasted cum, not even my own, and I was a little afraid that
he would cum in my mouth.  So, I stood up, pulling him close in a big ol
hug.  I felt his boner jab me, sliding up along my belly.  My dick had
never gotten that soft and was now hard and rubbing along his belly.

His dick found a way in between my legs and we got into humping.  His hands
were all over me, but they worked on my butt.  His fingers probing closer
and closer to my hole.  One of his fingers would find my hole and press
into a little.  It reminded me of our play in about 2nd grade, but somehow
it did make me feel more at David's command. When his finger made a little
entry into my hole, I gasped and I heard David say something.  I said yea,
nodded my head, or in some other way granted permission.

We broke apart, David took my hand and led me to his bed.  He took pillows
and arranged them just so.  Then he placed me on the pillows, positioning
my legs and making adjustments to my position.  I felt David lay on my
back, wrapping his arms around me, hands passing over my nipples, and I
could feel his hard, long dick press against my butt. It wasn't until he
grabbed his dick that I realized what I agreed to.  He lined up his dick at
my hole.  It felt hot and sexy.  He moved a little, pressing his head just
barely into my hole.

Then all of a sudden, I thought David had shoved a softball up my ass!  It
was as hard as a rock, but as large as a softball and I thought it was
tearing me apart.  I was hurting, I was grabbing handfuls of bedding, my
mouth was open in a scream that I couldn't make because it meant moving my
abdomen to get the air out.  I would have begged him to take it out of me,
if I could have said a single word.  The pain had started to ease when I
felt another thrust of his dick.  It hurt again, not as bad and a little
deeper.  The original pain had almost eased completely.  Another thrust in
and that really helped, but I was still almost frozen.  When David started
humping me, I had to reach around and hold his butt still.  He started
humping again, and it was getting better and better.  I felt the head of
his dick press deep inside me, making contact with me.  It felt like I was
cuming again and again as Davis's dick worked over my prostate.  I didn't
know I had one of those then, but I knew it was feeling great.

When I felt David's balls start slapping mine, I realized just how deep he
was in me.  Balls on balls was a wonderful feeling.  I also felt David
thrusting hard in me, I knew he would have to cum soon.  I really wanted to
watch cum come flying out of his dick.  I was not disappointed though when
I felt his hot cum jet along his dick and fill me up.  I could feel each
shot as it moved along his dick.  The last shots had his dick far up in me,
pushing me hard into the mattress of the bed, my head was touching the
wall. I even loved the feeling of his dick pulling out of my hole. It left
me feeling a little empty but it was great when his dick head popped out.

He stayed on top of me, both of us sweating and breathing hard.  Squeezing
my butthole muscles was weird feeling, like it wouldn't close up again.  We
finally moved, I got up and ran naked through his house to the kitchen.  I
slammed down 2 beers, and several glasses of water.  My mouth was so dry
and my body was still shaking a little.  I had precum oozing out of my
dick, from the great prostate massage.  David came in right behind me, he
stood next to me as I was drinking.  His hand was on my hip, moving to my
butt, touching all along one side of our bodies.

He asked me if I was alright, I said better, he asked me if I liked what
just went on, I said loved it, he asked me if I had any problem with doing
that, I tried a very awkward kiss that answered that question.

For the next several hours, it was dawn before we quit, we did many things.
Some required showering in the master bath to wash poop off dicks to be
sucked.  We made a mess of his bed.  We tore up his room pretty good too.
The night ended in much the same way that our relationship started, laying
close to each other playing gently with each other's dicks.  Soft, worn out
dicks.

We went on to graduate, never repeating that night, not even coming close.
Our parents sent graduation presents to us.  We talked and laughed again at
a graduation party, even planned to sneak away that night, but it didn't
happen.  We went to college and lost track of each other. I moved on to the
big city.  Thoughts of David would pop into my head from time to time.  I
would go back to the memories of that night several times.  I learned
things that night that I would used later own while making love.

It was years later that I saw a picture of David in the newspaper.  It was
more of a promotional story than news.  It was about a restaurant/club that
he was managing in a very eclectic part of the city.  I finally got around
to going there for lunch with the crowd from work.  I had to ask the waiter
to get the manager.  David just about dropped everything when he say me, he
recognized me right away.  He was still thin, not as much hair, and still
as cute as ever.  I introduced him to my crowd, they made some nice
comments about the restaurant and then he settled in to talk.  We talked
the entire hour, he bought lunch for the entire table, we made promises to
meet again.  We even snuck a minute in his office for a little squeeze and
another awkward kiss.

I was thinking about going to look him up again.  I thought about going
there alone for lunch, or dinner, or just in the quiet of the afternoon.  I
thought about that several times.  I just didn't get around to do it.  I
was just about to do it again, while I was reading the newspaper. I flipped
to the restaurant review page, thinking I would check on how his place was
doing.  Even though it still had high marks, the short article said it may
struggle after the death of its manager, David.  The underlying cause of
his death was AIDS, or complications from it.

I had missed his funeral by a week.  And I missed an opportunity. I am just
glad that I didn't miss that one night stand so many years ago.