Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 16:00:22 -0500
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Joe - 5

This story is fiction, a story of two young boys and their explorations
together, including sexual ones.  If this offends you, or if you are not
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Some of you have asked if I have other stories posted.  You will find
"Two Nights with Ronnie" and "Brian and Benny" in the High School
section; "An Afternoon at the Airport" and "A Sweet Pecker" are in the
Adult/Youth section.



EXPLORING WITH JOE - 5

The first day of school was on Friday.  It was morning only, because the
teachers had to do something in the afternoon, then the first full day
would be on Monday.  Joe and I said we'd meet each other at the bike rack
in back before the 8:15 bell.  But we didn't have a lot of time then, so
we said we'd meet again at noon when school was over.

The school wasn't as big as the last one I was in, but it was a lot more
confusing.  I knew it was going to be!  We had different rooms for all
the classes, and after the first one they gave us 15 minutes to find our
new lockers.  I was afraid I'd have to ask somebody for help getting my
lock undone!  But I finally got it.

We just went to every class for a little bit, and they said what the
class would be like -- everybody talked about homework! -- and we got our
books.  Every time the bell rang, people were rushing around in the
halls.  I thought about peeing once between classes, but I didn't think
I'd have time.  I didn't see Joe once all morning.

Finally it was all over, and I put my books away in my locker.Joe was
waiting for me at the bike rack.We decided to ride out to our special
place to talk about it all.  The first thing we did was compare
schedules, and we didn't have a single class together!  We had the same
teachers for English and History, but at different times.  Joe took
Chorus as his elective, and I took Speech.  Joe had brought our history
book with him, and we looked at it for a little bit.  It looked okay, but
I still wasn't looking forward to this.

We decided that, as long as the weather was okay, we'd ride our bikes to
school and meet at the bike rack, like that morning.  At noon we'd meet
at the front door and walk down to the Diary Bar, just a block away, to
get lunch.  Then we'd meet at the bike rack when we got out.

"Joe, I'll never get used to running around to all those places, those
rooms, like that.  And Miss Harrison (the Engish teacher) sounds like a
real grouch.  I thought maybe at least English might be okay, you know,
reading and all."

"Yeah," Joe replied, "but I heard some of the kids talking, and it's new
to all of them, going to all different rooms.  Just not like the way it
was in grade school, Bobby."

"Fuck!" And I was mad enough to use that word.  "If this is what you have
to do to grow up, then I don't want to grow up!"

Joe started laughing, and I was still mad.  But he reached over and
started tickling me, and pretty soon we were lying side by side, still
giggling a little, and just looking up into the sky through all the
branches above us.

"I'm glad we're us," Joe finally said.  I wasn't exactly sure what he
meant, but it made me feel good. Us.

"Joe, you went to your gym class?  You have Mr. Bailey?  Did he tell you
all that, about what we have to get?"

"By Monday, yeah," Joe said.  "He said they had everything we needed at
the sports store in the mall."

"Joe, I've never had a jock strap, have you?"

"No, but I guess we'll need one now, for school.  And the gym shorts."

"Joe, I can't ask my mom to buy me a jock strap!"

"I'm not going to ask mine," he said.  "I was thinking about it, and you
can do the same thing, too.  I'm just going to tell her that for gym we
have to have some things from the sports store.  They told us how much it
would cost, so I'm going to ask her for the money and go get the stuff
myself.  You do the same thing."

"Tell her I need a jock strap?"  I'd die of embarrassment first.

"No, no.  You just say 'stuff for gym' and that's all.  She probably
won't even ask what stuff, but if she does, you just hand her the paper
they gave us.  And we can go and get it ourselves."

We had the afternoon, so we could go then.  I was going to stay over at
his house that night, and we could just go there from the mall.

When I got home, mom was sewing in the kitchen and asked me how I thought
I was going to like it.  I said it was okay.  She wouldn't understand.  I
was a long time ago when she was in the seventh grade.  And I asked her
if I could go with Joe to get the stuff we needed for gym class.

"What stuff do you need, honey? she asked."

"Well, we need gym shorts, special ones they make you wear for gym class,
and...stuff..."

"What other things, honey?"

I had lost the paper from gym class!  I looked in all my pockets, and I
hadn't brought any books home...No, it was back there in my locker!

"Well, it's just one other thing...that I need...you have to wear
them...uh...a jock strap, I need to get one."

My face was hot -- I knew I was red as a beet!  I glanced up at mom, and
she was looking at me, like, but you can't need that yet.  I had to say
it.  To my mom!

She smiled and said, "My purse is in the bedroom, hon; run get it for me,
and I'll get what you need."

I ate a quick lunch and called Joe.  We met at the little park to ride to
the mall.  We'd been in the sports store lots of time, just looking
around -- they had lots of cool stuff.  But we'd never gone there to buy
anything.

We went in, and the man said, "You boys looking for gym togs?"  And he
pointed to the right asile.  There were lots of white gym shorts in clear
packages, and they had the sizes on them.  They had boys separate from
men.  But I didn't know what size I needed, so Joe decided I needed a
Small.  He didn't know if Medium was too big for him or not, but he
decided to get that one.  I looked at him, then at me.  Yeah, he had
grown a little more than me during the summer.

The jock straps were in little boxes right next to the shorts.  They had
sizes, too.  He thought a Small for me, and he opened one of the packages
and said, "Here, try it on."

"What!  You asshole," I whispered.  "Stop horsing around."  I tried to be
real serious about it, but we wound up giggling so much the man came
over.

"You boys get what you need?"

Joe took a Medium for him, and we went up to the front to pay.  We rode
over to Joe's then.  His mom wasn't home from work yet, so we went
upstairs to his room.

"Okay," he said. "Now you try them on."

"What?"

"Oh, I will, too.  Let's see what we'll look like for gym, okay?"

We were used to seeing each other naked all the time, but I always liked
to watch him take his clothes off.  He was watching me, too.  He handed
me the box with my jock strap and took his.  We pulled them out and held
them up.  Joe started first.  He gave little giggles first, then started
laughing, and that got me laughing.  I'd never seen anything so
wierd.  We had to wear things like that?

We finally could stop laughing, and I watched Joe put his on and stepped
into mine the same way.  That felt so really wierd.  It was like putting
clothes on, only when you had it on you were still almost naked, with
your butt hanging out.  I watched Joe mess with that pouch thing on the
front and tried to do the same thing with mine.  It was really
uncomfortable!  We had to wear this?

When Joe started to walk over to me, I started giggling again.  He just
looked so funny, like on the front he was almost dressed, but in the back
he was still naked.  I could see his asscheeks moving around.  But he
knelt down in front of me to pull my pouch thing around a little, and he
reached in and moved my dick some, too.

"Getting a little hard, huh?" he grinned.

"Oh, come on, Joe."  I pulled away a little, and when he stood up, I got
in front of him.  I moved his pouch thing around some and poked my finger
inside a little.  "You're getting hard, too," I grinned back at him.  And
when I stood up, I could tell that his Medium was the right size for him,
because his dick was pushing it out a little.  And Small was right for
me, but my little dick was kind of loose in there with all that elastic
around it

He walked around behind me and pulled a little on those straps.  That
made it tug some at my dick. He started running his hands over my ass,
and that made my dick start to get hard for real.  He moved around to my
front, and we put our arms around each other and began one of those
kisses I like, where our tongues lick around each other for a long time.
He moved his hands down and started rubbing my ass all around.  That made
me push into him more, and I could feel his hard cock pushing at me.

"You are so sexy," he whispered in my ear.  Then we went back to
kissing.  It really made my heart beat so I could really feel it.  He was
so warm against my chest and legs.  The only thing between us was those
jock straps, so it was almost like being naked.  I could even feel his
cock throbbing through that elastic.

"Turn around and bend over," he said.

 I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was up to something.
But I bent over, and he made me spread my legs a little wider.  He opened
my asscheeks with his hands, and I grinned.  I knew I was going to like
this.  I could feel his breath on my crack, even on my hole.  Then his
finger started to rub over my hole real lightly.  My dick was so hard it
pushed harder against that elastic holding it in.Then he was kissing my
ass all over.  He pushed me a little bit, so I could lean over onto the
bed while I felt his kisses all over my ass.

Then we heard the car door slam.  It was his mom!

"Shitfuck," he said.  "We got to get dressed."  But we were in our
clothes by the time she got into the kitchen.

Dinner was good -- it always was there -- and we talked about school
mostly.  His mom had a lot of questions.  And she asked if we had gotten
our gym things at the sport store.  I suddenly remembered what Joe looked
like with his pouch filled out and his ass hanging out the back, and real
quick I dropped my fork on the floor so I could bend over and hide the
grin I just couldn't stop.  By the time I raised up again, Joe had said
something, and they were talking about other school things.  But Joe
glanced at me and I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was.

We did the dishes like we always did, and then went up to his room. We
watched some TV and played a game of Monopoly, then we decided to watch a
DVD.  We went downstairs first to pop some corn, and we brought some
cokes up, too.

Joe put the DVD in and then said, "Let's watch it in our jock straps."
And there was the grin!

We stripped and were back in our jock straps really fast.  We lay on our
bellies facing the TV, but I was looking more at Joe than the TV.  He was
almost naked.  He was propped up on his elbows, and his shoulders and
back were so tanned from the summer sun.  I looked down at his ass, all
round and soft.  And then I started giggling.

"What?" he asked, turning his head to me.

"Your ass.  It's white! You're so tan, it makes your ass look white.
You're brown with a white ass!"

He looked back as my ass, and I knew I was whiter than he was, because
his skin was darker to begin with.  "You got nothing to talk about,
sexyboy; you're whiter than me!"  We grinned, and I looked back and forth
at our two asses.

He scooted over and started rubbing my ass cheeks real softly.  Oh, that
was nice.  I put my head down on my arms and closed my eyes.  His hands
were so warm on me.  I could feel him lay his head on my ass and rub his
finger up and down my crack.  I smiled.  His cheek on my cheek.  I could
feel that finger go up and down and up and down, just barely in my
crack.

He jumped up all of a sudden.  I looked over, and I could see his cock
was really poking against his jock strap.  "Let's take a shower," he
said.

"Movie's not over."

"Okay, sexy.  You want the movie, or you want to take a shower with me?"

That was a silly question.  We turned the TV off, pulled off our jock
straps, and went over to the bathroom.  First we peed at the toilet,
holding each other's dick.  Then we got in the spray and started rubbing
the soapy suds all over each other.  We held each other, like we had
before, and we washed each other's holes with our fingers.  But we did
that for a long time because it felt so good.

We washed our fronts faster than usual.  Until we got to our dicks and
balls.  His balls felt so good in my hand, with the warm water and suds.
But he was pushing his dick at me and groaning, and I think he wanted to
get in bed as much as I did.  We dried each other and had a nice long
kiss, then we went back into the bedroom and got into the bed.  We got
our arms around each other and just lay there for a while.  It feels so
nice, his chest and belly moving against me when he breathed.  He smelled
so good from the shower.  But Joe always smells good.  I like being naked
with Joe.

As we were turning over a little bit and Joe moved his arm up above his
head for a minute, I decided I wanted to kiss him where I'd never kissed
him before. I raised up and looked at him.

"Joe, I want you to raise your arm up a little, over your head."  I
realized that I didn't usually tell him what to do.  That's right, he
usually told me.  But that's okay.  He put his arm up, and I moved it to
where it had been while he was holding it there a minute before.  "Joe, I
want to kiss you someplace I've never kissed you."

I didn't know if he'd like it, but he'd tell me if he didn't.  Sometimes
he was ticklish. I leaned down, and I kissed his armpit, that kind of
hollow place under his arm.  It wouldn't be sweaty or anything, because
we'd just gotten out of the shower.  He made a little sound, and I knew
it wasn't tickling him; he liked it.

I kissed him there again, a little longer.  Then I licked him.  He was
really smooth.  He moaned a little.  And he tasted nice there!  I licked
a little more, and then I kissed there again.  Then I left my lips like
they had been, only I sucked a little.  He was really moaning now. He was
moving around on the bed, but he was keeping his armpit pressed into my
mouth.  I was glad I had thought about this.  He loved it.  And I did,
too.

When I finally stopped, I lay my head on his chest, and he stroked my
hair.

"What made you think of that?" he asked.

"I don't know.  I just thought of it.  I'd never kissed you there."

"Can it be my turn?" he asked.  So I rolled over and lifted my arm up.
My arm was a lot smaller than his, so my armpit was, too.  But when he
kissed me there, I felt that kiss all over me.  And then he sucked and
licked.  It was so different.  And I'm always ticklish there.  But I
wasn't then.

He lay back down, sort of across me.  "Can I kiss you someplace I've
never kissed you before?" he asked.

I giggled.  "You just did."

"No, I mean another place.  I won't if you don't want me to.  But I want
to...I thought about it.."

"Joe, you can kiss me anywhere you want to.  Where do you want to?"

"Maybe you won't want me to.  Maybe you'll think it sounds..." He didn't
finish.

"Sound what?  Joe, I love it when you kiss me -- anywhere.  You've kissed
me all over and I love it -- my cheeks, my neck, my lips, my chest, my
nipples, my back..."  I was thinking about how it felt so good when he
kissed me in those places.  "...my dick, my balls, my legs, my ass..."
Oh.  There was a place he hadn't.  But he didn't want...

"Yeah, Bobby.  You know how it feels when I rub my finger on it.  Bobby,
I love doing that to you, making you feel good that way.  Please...let me
kiss you there."

On my...  I never even thought about that.  But it's where I...  Well,
we'd just been in the shower...

"Okay," I whispered.  I still wasn't really sure I understood what he
meant.

He had me roll over on my belly, and he spread my legs wide.  He got
between them.  He pulled me up at my hips a little, so I was kind of
twisted around.  I could feel his hands pull my crack open.  I could feel
his breath on my crack, then on my hole.  I knew he was looking at me
there, just like I looked at him there for a while once.  I wondered what
I looked like.  He just looked and breathed.

And then he kissed me.  On my hole.  Oh my god!  Such a feeling...
Kissing my hole... My skin got goosebumps all over, and my ass shook a
little.  Somehow I could feel that kiss even inside me!  How could that
be?  And he kissed me again.

And then he licked!  On my hole!  I jumped, but then I moved back to
where I'd been, so he could...  He licked me again.  And then he was
licking all around it, and kissing it, and his tongue was so wet and so
hot...  I could hear myself whimpering like a little baby, but I couldn't
help it.  His tongue was pushing at my hole!  Was he trying to get in?
Oh, Joe...  Anything you want, Joe.  Anything.  Then I realized I had
said that out loud.

His licking and kissing slowed, and I missed it so much.  He lay his face
against my asscheek, and stroked my ass, and it made me feel like I was
the most special person in the world to him.

"I love you so much, Bobby.  You're beautiful all over, all over."  I
could barely hear him.  "I love everything about you."

I scooted down and took his head and held it against my chest.  I stroked
his hair and told him how much I loved him.  And we lay back down and
didn't say anything for a long time.

"Joe.  Joe, what do I look like, back there?  What did you see?"

"Your skin is so soft and so white on your ass.  And then it's a little
darker, maybe a little more pink inside.  And your hole...your hole is
pink, too, real pink.  And the skin is smooth.  It's all bunched up
around your hole.  It's really little.  And it felt so good to lick it
and feel it."  Then, after a while, "You think that's...wierd, Bobby?"

"Myabe it is, a little.  I mean, I never even thought about doing that
when I was looking at you. What did it...was it...I mean, with the shower
and all..."

"It tasted so nice, Bobby.  It smelled like the soap, and it smelled like
you.  It smelled warm.  And it tasted good.  Bobby, it tasted so good,
because it was you.  I guess, maybe I'm kind of...wierd."

"No, Joe.  I love you.  If you want to do that, then I love that, too.
It did feel...it really felt...it made me feel good, Joe.  I guess if
you're wierd, then so am I."

We lay there for a little bit, then I felt his fingers on my dick.  I had
gotten soft when we were talking, but I got hard against real fast.

"Now I want to kiss you somewhere else," he grinned.  "Guess where."

"Let' see...could it be the top of my head?" I laughed.

"Well," Joe said, "I guess you could say that.  This head."

And he took my dickhead into his mouth.  He didn't suck hard at all, not
fast either.  I just lay there with my arms stretched out and his head on
my belly.  He moved my dick around in his mouth like it was...a piece of
candy he wanted to make last a long time.  Just a little licking, a
little sucking.  I thought, I'll give Joe anything, anything.

He began to suck me a little harder, then he started rolling his fingers
over my balls.  I moved my hips up into him -- I wanted all of me inside
him.  He sucked me in deeper, then began to let my dick slide out a
little, then suck it back in.  I had to moan at the wonderful feeling all
over me.  He was pulling at my balls just a little bit when he sucked me
in real fast, and the feeling started.  Down there inside.  I knew it.  I
knew Joe knew it.  I was wiggling and pushing at him.  Make me do it,
Joe...

It was like somebody had turned a switch on or something.  It didn't
build up for a real long time like it does usually.  I just all of a
sudden felt the hot bigness inside, and my dick jumped and jumped.

"Ooooo.....Joe I'm...aaaaaaaaaauggg!"

And as fast as it started it was over.  It was so big.  I was sweaty.  I
don't think I ever had been before.  Oh, I felt so wonderful, like...like
the most beautiful boy in the world, my boyfriend, had just sucked all of
me into his mouth.  All of a sudden I quivered, and then I felt so
relaxed.  Like I was on a cloud, floating...

I jerked.  I'd fallen asleep!  Joe was lying beside me, looking at me
with that little smile he has.

"You are so damn cute," he whispered.  "Even when you're asleep."

I started to say something, but he put his finger over my mouth.  "Shhh,"
he whispered.  "Go back to sleep."  And he put his arm around me.  And I
did.

That was our last day before the new rules started.  No overnights when
there was school the next day.  Only on weekends.  We could play outside
after school until dinnertime, then we had to go home.  We could ride our
bikes until dark, but the time would change and dark would be an hour
earlier.  Homework after supper.  Saturdays were okay for playing, but
not for overnights, because on Sunday we had to finish any homework
before Monday.  Rules.  It was all something our moms agreed on, so that
was that.

We got them to change it a little bit, though, after a couple of weeks.
Sometimes we could go over to each other's house to do homework together
-- we had two of the same classes.  For English we were just reading for
a while, and we did a lot of that together, anyway.  For History we would
give each other little tests on stuff we read.  Joe was really smart!
And I got good grades, too, so I guess I was, too.

One of the really cool things about seventh grade is that we could get
different library cards -- not adult ones, but ones that let us take out
more than three books at a time.

Classes weren't as bad as I thought they might be.  I didn't even know
what Speech would be like, but you had to get up in front of the whole
class and talk about different things.  That's wasn't too hard.  I don't
know why it wasn't hard, but some of the others acted like they were
going to get shot or something.  I guess I liked English best, because of
the stuff we were reading in there.  We started by choosing a book to
read from a list she gave us, and I chose one by Robert Louis Stevenson,
called "Treasure Island."  I read parts of it to Joe sometimes because it
was so good.

Even gym class wasn't as bad as I thought, but I still didn't like it
very much.  That was because we usually had to play stupid games Mr.
Bailey made us play.  And exercises.  The locker room wasn't too bad, at
least I finally got used to it.  I found out that what Joe said was true
-- there were a lot of guys in there who had little dicks like me.  I was
still probably the littlest, but at least there were other little ones.
Well, there were eighth graders in there, too, and some of them were big,
and a couple had a lot of hair.

Those guys -- the ones with big dicks and some hair -- sort of let guys
look at them.  I finally figured that out, because they walked around
just holding towels sometimes or took more time in the shower.  The thing
that scared me most -- getting a stiffie in the shower -- never
happened.  Joe said maybe it was because I was a little scared of it.
But I did see some stiffies sometimes.  Not often, and they weren't real
hard, like straight out or up like mine, but you could tell they were
stiffies.  Once I saw one of the eighth graders with a sort of stiffie,
and it was really -- lots bigger than Joe's.

And everybody joked around a lot, sometimes about dicks and asses and sex
and all.  We could say fuck and shit if Mr. Bailey wasn't around.  Joe
liked this one that I told him about.  One guy stuck the end of a towel
in his ass and walked around making sounds like a horse.  And another guy
yelled at him, "You're not a horse -- not with that dick."  That made
everybody laugh, but I felt a little bad for the guy with the towel.

The guy with a locker right next to me -- a seventh grader -- said he was
developing a lot of muscles, and he would sometimes put his foot up on
the bench and tell people to look at the muscle in his thigh.  Only he
was naked, so his dick was right there to see.  Joe asked me what I did,
and I said, "I looked as his dick  He said, 'Look,' so I did."

Not everything was okay, though.  Mr. Alerton, the assistant principal,
stopped me in the hall one day between classes and bawled me out for
running in the hall.  I was hurrying because I was almost late.  But he
bawled me out right in front of everybody.  I really was embarrassed.

And then there was the big kid.  He was in the eighth grade, but he was a
lot bigger than most eighth graders.  I was going back to my locker after
the last class, and when I walked by this guy, he said, "Where are you
going, shrimp?" and pushed my books out of my hand.  I wondered what was
up with this guy as I picked them up, and as soon as I stood up with
them, he knocked them out of my hand again!  I getting pissed when I
picked them up that time, but something rushed by me and slammed that big
kid into the lockers.  It was Joe!  He almost growled at that guy -- I'd
never heard him sound like that before -- "Fuck off, asshole.  He's my
friend and you don't mess with my friend."  The guy was bigger than Joe,
but Joe slammed him against the locker again, and the guy kind of looked
sick and left.

We had Labor Day off, so I could spend that Sunday night at Joe's.  That
was twice in the same week.  When we woke up Saturday morning his mom
had said she was going shopping in Scottsboro and we could come along.
The pool was closed, so we couldn't go there, but that mall is
really, really big, and she let us wander around by ourselves before we
ate dinner there.  Then we went back to his house and spent another night
together.

Sometimes on our Fridays we spent a lot of time talking about school.
There were a lot of things Joe didn't like, either.  But we spent lots of
time in bed, too.  Joe started calling it "making love."  Well, sometimes
he called it that.  I liked that.

We spent as much time as we could at our special place, too, since the
weather was still okay, but we usually did more of the talking -- about
serious stuff -- when we were in bed.  A couple of weeks after Joe kissed
me down there I decided to tell him something I had done a few times at
home.

I couldn't lick my own ass, but I figured I could taste it.  That sounded
really terrible when I first thought of it that way.  Because of poop.
But Joe had done it that time.  So once in the shower I stuck my finger
in my hole just as far as I could get it; I had to kind of stoop over to
get in all in.  I felt good.  And when I pulled it out -- I had to do
that real slowly -- I smelled it.  It just smelled like the soap.  Well,
I had just used soap in there.  I washed my hand off real good and stuck
my finger in again, and this time I tasted it.  It didn't really taste
like anything.  That's not what I expected.

Then another night when I was in bed, I pulled my briefs down and started
to play with my dick.  I decided to try it again.  It was harder to get
my finger in, but I got it real wet from my mouth and finally got it in a
little bit.  I didn't want to use lotion, because I didn't want to taste
that.  When I pulled my finger out -- and that kind of hurt a little -- I
smelled it.  It didn't smell like soap, because I'd taken my shower right
after supper.  It had a smell.  But not a real bad one.  I had started
getting it real clean when I showered.  And I licked it.  It just tasted
like finger to me.

Joe had never done that again.  So when I told him all this, I asked him
why he had kissed and licked me there.  He just lay there for a little
bit, and then he said he didn't really know.  He said it was a place on
me he just wanted to kiss.  And he hadn't even thought of licking it, he
just did it when it was down there.  When I asked him what  he thought I
tasted like, he grinned and said, "You taste like you, Bobby, who'd you
expect?"

"You haven't done it any more," I said.  But he didn't say anything.  We
sucked each other that night, and even played with our holes, but he
didn't kiss it.  I didn't really care, as long as I could make him
happy.

One of the things we really liked was what we'd done several times
before.  He called it "69" because of the way the numbers are.  We could
suck each other at the same time.  And use our fingers on balls and even
holes.  I really liked to make him cum that way.  And since I couldn't
give him any cum, he really liked it when I turned around so we could
kiss.  I started trying to keep some of his cum in my mouth so he could
have it.

I never asked him about it, but I wondered if there were other guys in
school who did what we did.

One afternoon we were riding back from our special place, and we rode by
the grade school playground.  Brent -- that big guy -- was shooting hoops
with some guys, and he yelled out, "There's the two guys who are queer
for each other."  I turned so red!  I knew what that meant.

"Not as queer as a big guy who lets the coach play with his dick," Joe
yelled back.

"Fuck you!" Brent yelled, and he threw the ball so hard it hit the fence
right in front of us.

Joe just laughed, and we kept on going.  After a little bit, he said,
"Don't let it bother you, Bobby."   So I didn't say anything.  But the
next Friday night, when we were finally in bed, I asked him about it.

"Joe, are we like that?  Like he said?  Queer?"

"You know what it means, Bobby?"

"Yeah, it means...it means boys who don't like girls but they like boys.
And everybody hates..." I hated to say the word "...queers.  Every time
somebody in the locker room starts to get hard or something, guys start
calling him queer."

"That's how it is in my gym class, too."  He sat up and pulled me up, and
we sat crosslegged from each other.  "Look, Bobby, that's just how guys
tease other guys sometimes.  It's like calling a guy a cocksucker or
something."

"But, Joe, we are cocksuckers."  I shocked myself by saying it, just like
that.

He took both of my hands in his, and he kissed them.  "This is what I
know, Bobby.  I know I love you.  I know you're the most special guy in
the world to me.  I know I'm lucky to have you as my friend.  I know I'm
lucky because you love me back.  I know I really like making love to
you.  And you making love to me.  I know you make me happier than I've
ever been.  I...I love you, Bobby."

Then he stopped.  There were tears in his eyes.  He'd never really said
things like that before, not all at the same time.

"I don't know if we're guys like he said.  Maybe we are," Joe said.
"It's none of his business, none of anybody's business.  It's just you
and me, and we're the only ones who count on that.  We can't tell anybody
because...well, you see how it is with people.  They'd never understand.
And as far as that shit Brent is concerned, he doesn't really think that,
anyway.  That's just a way assholes like him try to scare other people,
hurt them.  If bullies ever start giving you static, you just give it
right back to them.  That'll turn them off."

"Joe, does he really let the coach play with his dick?"

Joe laughed.  "No, I doubt it, but it's a sore spot with him.  He helps
the coach with the basketball team, so he stays around a lot after school
and after practice.  I've heard guys tease him about being the coach's
pet, letting the coach suck him and sucking the coach and all.  Nothing
to it, I don't think, but it's something guys say to him to kind of keep
him in his place.  You just avoid the shithead.  Okay?"

"Yeah, I will," I said.

And then he said something that made me feel cold all over.  "Bobby, I'd
kill anybody who hurt you.  That's how much I love you."  He pulled me to
him and hugged me so tight.  He wouldn't really do that, I know.  It's
just his way of saying, well, how much he loves me.

He was crying!  My Joe was crying.  I pulled him back down on the bed and
cuddled him, held him real tight, stroked his hair.  "Joe, Joe, Joe.  I
love you so much.  Nothing will ever happen to make me stop loving you.
It's you and me Joe, like you said.  I'll always be here, Joe.  I
couldn't be anywhere else."

I held him for a long time, until we finally went to sleep.  We didn't
need to make love another way that night, because what we'd said was
making love, in a way.  I think that sometimes you can make love with
words.

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If you are interested, I have other stories posted at Nifty.  You will
find "A Sweet Pecker" and "An Afternoon at the Airport" in Adult/Youth.
"Two Nights with Ronny" and "Brian and Benny" are in High School.

I'd love to hear your comments and suggestions.  mikeangelo@mail.com