Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2006 15:07:25 -0600
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Joe - 8

This story is a work of fiction, and it includes the sexual experience of
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"Exploring with Joe" will conclude with Chapter 10.



EXPLORING WITH JOE - 8

 I really like snow.  That first one stayed around for a while, and so
did our snowman in Joe's front yard.  The next day at school he told me
we had forgotten to put on the best part of a snowman, and I didn't know
what that was.

"The dick, dickhead!"  he laughed.  I told him maybe next time, and I
knew the minute I said it he'd remember it if there was a next time.

There were a lot of tests at school, because the first half of the year
was almost over.  Both our electives were over, and we could take
something else if we wanted to, but I decided to take Speech II, and Joe
would take Chorus II when school started in the new year.  We got ready
together for the tests in the two classes where we had the same
teachers.  We'd gotten pretty good at that during the year, and we both
had A's in both classes going into the tests.

That first heavy snow was followed by another one.  It started on Friday
afternoon, just snowing a little now and then.  It wasn't supposed to be
much.  By the time it started snowing real heavy, I was already at
Joe's.  After supper there was a lot on the ground, and he asked his mom
if we could go out and make another snowman.  It was dark, but she said
it would be okay if we stayed close.

Joe's idea of "close" included the school, which was only three blocks
away.  He said we could build a great snowman right in the middle of the
ball diamond, which was across the street from the school.  Even though
it was dark, we could see well enough to make a snowman. And it was a
pretty good one, too, but not as good as the first one.

And I knew he was going to do this!  When we were done, he said we really
weren't done yet.  We were going to put a dick on it.  We were giggling
so much we couldn't do anything for a while, and we didn't really know
how to make a snow dick.  I told Joe snowdicks must be kind of hard, and
we started giggling all over again.  We decided the balls would be easy,
because we could just build them right onto the snowman.  But our first
dick fell right off.  We got a stick and packed snow around it and stuck
it in the snowman, and it lasted a little longer, but it fell off, too.

Finally, we just made a dick that was sticking up so straight it was
really slapping against his snowbelly.  I told Joe that might not be a
good idea, because that was just the way his looked when he was real
hard, and everybody would know who made it.  That was when we started
throwing snowballs at each other.

We finally got back to a snowdick, and we made a really good one.
Snowmen have great big snowdicks, we decided, so we made it maybe a foot
long.  And they have pretty thick dicks.  With big dickheads.  And when
the snowdicks are so hard they slap up against the snowbelly, you can see
that "V" on the back of the snowdickhead.  So I carved the "V" real
carefully and smoothed the snow so it was almost ice.  That would last a
while.  And snowmen have big balls, too.

We smoothed the whole thing down so it would freeze harder --
that started us giggling again -- and before we left Joe motioned like he
was jacking the snowman off.  I told him he's a snowdickhead himself
sometimes.

 That night we spent a lot of time before we went to sleep playing with
the lotion and fingering each other's holes.  Joe's dick gave me cum
three different times that night.  I always shared it with him when we
kissed, and I think we fell asleep with the taste of him in both of our
mouths.

We slept in because we were playing so late, and Joe's mom was already at
work.  We just grabbed some cookies for breakfast and went over
to school.  After a good snow there are always a lot of kids
around because the street between the school and the ball diamond slopes
some, and it's a good place for sledding and snowboarding.  They even
close it off.  There were a lot of kids there, but most of them were
standing around our snowman. We wandered over like we wanted to see what
was going on.

Some of the boys were laughing, and the girls were acting like they were
all embarrassed -- some of them acting like they didn't know what that
thing was.  Well, some of them didn't, maybe, because they were so
little.  One little girl kept asking her sister, "But what is it?"  And
this little boy said, "But it's so big!  How come it's so big?"  It's a
good thing so many kids were already laughing, because we couldn't keep
it in.

We laughed with everybody else, but we had to leave before we broke up
enough that they'd know we had something to do with it.  When we walked
away, Joe got this realy serious look on his face and said to me, "These
young people today, you just don't know what they'll do next!"

We walked by the ball diamond again later, and somebody -- probably some
parent -- had stomped it all into the ground.  I don't think anybody ever
found out who did it.  We didn't hear anything about it, anyway.

Christmas was getting close!  We were going to Grandma's, and we'd be
there a couple of days.  Joe and his mom weren't going anywhere, so we'd
get together when I got home.  Almost two whole weeks with no school!
But we had to get through those tests, first.  Boy, did we feel good when
we aced them!  Not that they weren't hard -- especially math, for me
anyway -- but we aced them!  When our report cards came in the mail
during Christmas vacation, it turned out we both got straight A's!

The big thing at school was the Christmas program the night of the last
day of classes.  It would be mostly music by the band and the chorus, and
it was always a big deal.  There were always lots of people from town who
came to it, they told us, not just parents.  Joe said the chorus had been
working on music for weeks, and he would have a solo part with them.  And
there would be some places for the audience to sing along.  We all went
except dad; mom and I sat with Joe's mom.  She said Joe had really been
nervous getting ready for this because, he'd said, it was unusual for a
seventh grader to get a solo part.

When the chorus sang "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas," Joe sang two of
the lines by himself.  I was really surprized; I didn't know he could
sing like that!  I was disappointed that it was only two lines, but he
was really good.  Then, after the audience sang something, the real
surprize came.

Joe had a real solo.  All by himself.  No chorus or anything, except the
piano playing with him.  They even put a spotlight on him.  It was so
beautiful it gave me goosebumps.  It was a song I didn't know, about the
moon and snow and trees.  His voice sounded so clear, and he got really
high, too.  I just sat there like I was frozen.  I'd never heard anything
so beautiful.  I didn't even know I had tears in my eyes until it was
over.  The people just sat there for a minute, like they didn't know what
to do, and then they started clapping so loud the director had Joe come
out to bow twice.  I was so proud of him!

We went to meet Joe at the side door when it was over.  I ran up to him
and gave him a huge hug.  "Joe, Joe, that was beautiful!  I didn't know
you could sing like that!  It's the most beautiful thing I've ever
heard!"

He said he hadn't told me about it because he was nervous about doing it
and, besides, he wanted to surprise me.  All the way to the car people
kept stopping him and telling him how much they liked it.

I went home with Joe and his mom to spend the night since it was Friday.
We had hot chocolate and cookies, and then we went to bed.  Joe said he
was really too tired for the shower tonight, and I said that was okay.
We cuddled for a while and kissed, and I lay my head on his chest.  He
started stroking my hair.

"Joe, that was just so awesome.  I've never heard that song before.  Did
you hear all that clapping? Just so awesome.  Joe, could you sing it
again, please?"

"Right now?" he asked.  I nodded, and he kept stroking my hair when he
began.

"...the new winter moon sheds its glow...on hillside and valley far
below...evergreens covered with new-fallen snow...the beauty of winter."

We just lay there in the quiet, then, but I could still hear his voice in
my head.  So beautiful.  Pretty soon we fell asleep.

Just a few days before Christmas, I had gone to the store to get another
loaf of bread for mom; dad was getting in from one of his trips and would
be there for supper.  But when I was coming back I saw dad's car pull out
of the driveway.  I waved, but he was going the other way and didn't see
me.  When I went in, I knew something really, really bad was happening.
Mom was sitting at the kitchen table crying.  I ran over to her.

"Mom, what is it?  What happened?  Where's dad going?"

She couldn't even talk for a little bit.  I was really, really scared.

"Oh, Bobby," she said, trying to wipe her eyes.  "It wasn't supposed to
happen this way.  We agreed to wait...at least until after
Christmas...didn't want to spoil your Christmas..."  And she was crying
so hard again she couldn't speak.

"Mom, please!  You got to tell me what's happening!  What's wrong?"

She pulled me onto her lap, and I didn't feel like I was too big for it
at all.  She hugged me, and I hugged back.

"Bobby, I'm sorry.  It's just wasn't supposed...we were going to tell you
together.  Bobby, your daddy and I are going to get a divorce..."

She kept on talking, but I didn't hear anything.  Divorce?  My mom and
dad?  I knew kids who had divorced parents, and it was never good.  Mom
and dad?

"...isn't anything to be done about it.  It will be strange and different
for both of us, but...things will work out, I promise you.  Bobby, it's
going to be okay."

"Okay?  What's going to be okay?  You and daddy divorcing?  What's okay
about that?  What's going on, mom?  You can't just tell me there's going
to be a divorce and it's okay, because that's not okay..."  I realized I
was crying now, but I couldn't help it.  I was scared.

Mom took time to breathe a little and then told me she and dad had talked
about it and agreed that it was best.  He would live in another town, and
I would get to see him, I wasn't to worry about that.  They were going to
tell me after Christmas so it wouldn't ruin my holiday...

"Fuck the holiday, mom!"  At least I was aware of the shock on her
face. "I don't care about it.  What's going on?  Why?  Why?  I don't
understand."

"Honey, sometimes it happens this way with a husband and wife, that it's
just better if they each live their own lives."  She was starting to cry
again.  "I know you don't understand, honey.  It's a grownup thing.  This
happens to men and women sometimes, and it's unfortunate for any
children..."

"Unfortunate?  Mom, what are you guys doing?  I don't understand why!
There's got to be a reason.  It's got to be something you can fix!  You
got to fix it!"  I was standing now, almost yelling.  I was scared,
confused, crying, yelling.  What happened?

I was mad, too.  At her, mom.  At dad.  This was just so stupid!   She
was crying again.  Was dad crying?

She pulled me to her again.  "Bobby, you'll  have to trust me.  This
isn't something that can be fixed.  We -- your daddy and I -- have talked
about it, and there just isn't anything else to do.  I'm just sorry you
had to find out about it this way.  We were going to sit down, all of us,
and talk about it.  Honey, it's going to happen, and we'll get used to
it.  You and I.  We'll be all right.  And you'll see your daddy, don't
worry."

"Mom.  I want to go to Joe's."  I just had to get away.

"Honey, not tonight..."

"I want to go to Joe's!"

"Bobby, I think I need you here with me tonight.  Please understand.  We
need to work together on this, honey, but I promise you we'll be all
right."

I threw my arms around her and cried like a little baby then.  It was
really going to happen.  There wasn't any way I could stop it, any way
for anybody to stop it.

"Bobby, I think I need to lie down for a little bit.  We'll eat later,
or...well, there are some cold sandwiches in the refridgerator if you
want them."

"All right, mom.  I'll be here.  Can I get something for you...bring you
anything?"

"Not right now, honey."  She stood up and held my face between her
hands.  "You're growing up, but you're still my baby.  I'll take care of
us, I promise."

I just suddenly felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.

"Mom, please, can I just call Joe on the phone?"

"All right, Bobby...yes, I suppose maybe you should."

She went to her room and closed the door, and everything was quiet.
There wasn't any sound except the water dripping in the sink and the
clock over the stove ticking.  I walked over to the phone.  What would I
say?  Why was I even calling?  When he answered I just sat there, and he
kept saying, "Hello, hello?"  I began to cry a little, and I guess he
heard that.

"My god, this is Bobby, isn't it.  What is it?  What is it?"  I could
hear his mom say something in the background.

"My folks..." I could hardly talk.  "My folks...getting divorced...I
don't understand...mom says..."

He was saying something to his mom, and then he asked me if it was just
me and mom there.  When I told him it was, his mom came to the phone.

"Bobby, please tell your mother that Joe and I would like to come over
for just a little bit.  I think...maybe that might be a good idea.  Ask
her, please, Bobby, and tell her that I asked you to."

I knocked on mom's door and told her, and she was quiet a minute; then
she said it would be okay.  I told Joe's mom and hung up the phone.  I
just sat there by the back door until their car pulled in.

Joe came in first.  "Bobby, are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay!  What the hell kind of question is that....?"  And I
started crying as he put his arms around me.

"Why don't you boys go to your room for a while, Bobby.  Is you mother in
the bedroom?"

I nodded, and she went down the hall.  Joe and I went into my room and
sat on the bed.

"Tell me, Bobby."

I told him what had happened.  That was all I could tell him.  I didn't
know anything else.  I thought I was going to be okay; I just started
telling him what had happened, but then I stopped and couldn't go on
anymore.  When he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him, I
just lost it again.  I think I must have cried for a long time before I
realized that Joe was crying, too.

He finally told me that he would be there to help me anyway he could.
How sorry he was that this was happening.  I was his best friend, I was
the boy he loved, and he would always be with me to help.  What else
could he say?

After a while his mom came in and told me she had taken in something for
mom to eat and then got her to go to bed.  She told us to come into the
kitchen and found us the sandwiches, but she also cooked us some eggs.
We didn't talk much.  She cleaned up the dishes and things, and Joe and I
just sat there, holding hands.  Then she gave me a hug and said maybe I
ought to go to bed early, too.  As she and Joe left, she said she'd call
in the morning.  I went into my bedroom.  I didn't even bother to get
undressed.  I just crawled in bed with my clothes on.

Mom was up and in the kitchen when I woke up.  She gave me a hug when I
walked in and then said maybe I'd better get cleaned up and put on some
clean clothes.  She told me that she'd decided it would be better for us
to go to Grandma's for Christmas.  She could pack somethings that
morning, and we could go that afternoon.  We'd be there for a couple of
days.

Joe and his mom knocked on the door then; I think mom had talked to her
on the phone.  She told me that Joe could help me pack some things for a
few days, and they would go into mom's room.  I knew the suitcase to use;
I had just used it to pack for Thanksgiving and then dad...decided he
didn't want to stay overnight.  Joe and I talked some, but when I got
done putting things in the suitcase we just sat there and hugged.

"Bobby, when you get home, I want you to come over, okay?  Mom said your
mom thought that would be okay.  But she just thinks it would be better
for you not to be here, in this house, for Christmas.  I'll miss you,
sweetheart, but I think maybe she's right.  I'll be here, and you come
over when you get back.  Okay?"

I just nodded.  He kissed me on the cheek, and then we kissed on the
lips, but that was all we could do.

It was the worst Christmas I ever had.  Grandma and mom spent a lot of
time talking and crying.  That first night I didn't get to sleep for a
long, long time.  Grandma would come in and sit on the bed and hold my
hand.  Then she would go out, and I could hear them talking.  Then mom
would come in and hold my hand.

I knew mom had brought some packages, and we opened things Christmas
morning.  I had forgotten to bring my present for mom.  That made me feel
bad, but she said that was all right.  We had dinner, and then I just
spent most of the afternoon in my bedroom.  We were there two days.  And
it was the very worst Christmas I ever had.

I slept all the way home.  Mom said we needed to talk about things before
I went over to Joe's the next day, and then I could go spend the night
there.

After breakfast the next morning we washed the dishes, and mom put in a
little laundry.  Then she called me back into the kitchen.  She said she
needed to explain something.

"Things are going to have to change some, Bobby.  I talked to mom,
Grandma, about this.  I think I'm...we're going to have to sell this
house, honey.  Your daddy and I have talked.  I'll keep the house -- I
mean, it will be mine.  I'll need to get a job, but even with
some...alimony from your father, I won't be able to afford upkeep.  So
we'll have to sell it.  We'll find us a place..."

"We can't stay here?" I asked.  But if we had to get another house, that
would work out okay, I guess.

"Honey, what I'm saying is that we may...we will have to move.  It's been
a while since I had a job.  I think I'd have better luck finding one in
the town I grew up in.  We can live with Grandma for a while, then when I
get some savings and credit..."

"Live with Grandma?" I was beginning to understand what she was telling
me.  "You're telling me we have to move away, not just to another house?
Move out of town, not live here at all?"

"I'm afraid we'll have to, Bobby.  I know how you like it here and..."

"No."  I didn't yell or cry; I just said it.  "No.  I'm not going to
move.  I can't.  I can't leave Joe like that.  I won't do it.  He's my
best friend, the only friend I've ever had.  He's...I won't.  I just
can't..."  And now I was crying again.  I was crying because I knew that
if mom decided we had to do it that way, I didn't have a choice.

Leave.  Joe.

"I'm going to take you over there now, honey.  Joe's mom has lunch for
us.  We'll visit for a little bit, and you can stay overnight.  We'll
talk more about it later."

Nobody talked much over lunch.  Mom had already told Joe's mom that we
would have to move to Grandma's.  I knew that when we walked in and I saw
that Joe's face was all red and puffy.  His mom said she would talk to
people at the place where she worked, but there weren't any openings
right now.  They tried to get us to talk about things, but I guess
neither one of us felt like it.

Joe and I went upstairs, and I lay down on his bed.  He crawled up
next to me.  I felt him reach for my hand.

"Joe," I whispered, "what are we going to do?  I can't go away..."

"I don't know, Bobby," he said.  "I don't know."

After a while mom called up to say goodbye, and I went down to give her a
hug.  When I went back up, Joe had put a DVD in, and we watched some
movie for a while.  When it was over, he decided to read to me, and he
got one of his library books.  I lay on the bed listening to his voice,
but I'm not sure what it was that he read.  I fell asleep and woke up to
find Joe lying next to me, holding my hand.

We went down for supper.  I think his mom had fixed meatloaf because she
knew I liked it, so I remembered to thank her.

"Joe, Bobby.  It's not a good idea to assume the worst.  You haven't
moved yet, Bobby.  That doesn't mean you won't; it just means it hasn't
happened yet.  If it does, you boys can certainly visit each other.  I
know that doesn't seem like much right now, not what you want,
but...Boys, we'll just wait and see."

After supper she told us she would do the dishes.  But before we went
upstairs, she said, "Bobby, I know you can talk to your mother.  I know
you can talk to Joe.  But if you ever need another adult to talk to, just
remember I'm here.  Okay."  And she kissed me on the top of my head.

When we sat on the edge of his bed, Joe asked, "It won't be for a while,
will it?  When you move?"

"I don't know."

"Bobby...you know I love you.  That won't change even if you move."

"And I love you.  And that won't change, either, no matter where we
live.  But it's not the same.  I mean, it won't be the same, if we can't
be together..."

"You know what mom said.  Don't assume the worst.  She always tells me
that.  Don't worry about something that hasn't happened yet, she says."

"That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard!  How can I not worry about
it?  It'll change everything.  It'll make what's already bad worse!  Joe,
I cannot leave you; I wouldn't know how...what to do..."  I could feel my
body start to shake.  I could hear it in my voice.  "How can I be without
you, Joe?  I can't be without you!  I couldn't live without you..."

He slapped my face!  I was so stunned I think I forgot to breathe for a
minute.  It hurt!  I could feel my cheek burn!

"Don't you fucking say such a thing!  Don't you ever say such a fucking
stupid thing to me!  Don't ever think that shit!  Bobby...you..."

He was crying, and he grabbed me like I was running away.

"I've read about stuff like that, Bobby.  People say they can't live
without something, can't go on without somebody...And then they...try
something stupid..."

He meant they try to kill themselves.

"I don't think...," I started and didn't know what to say.  "I don't
think that's what I meant, Joe.  I mean, I don't think I would ever..."

"No!  Not ever!" And he grabbed both of my arms so hard they started
to hurt.  "You just remember your mom needs you.  You just remember I
need you!  Bobby, you've got to promise me.  You've got to promise me
that, no matter what, you'll talk to me if you ever start
thinking...anything like that.  Or to your mom.  Or my mom.  You promise
me!"

"Joe, I'm...I'm not going to do anything stupid.  I'm not.  I promise."

"That's not what I said.  You promise me that if you ever start to think
about it, even just think about it, you'll talk to me or your mom or my
mom or somebody.  You promise me that!"

"I promise you, Joe.  I mean it, really.  I promise you."

We sat and hugged so hard it was starting to hurt again.

"We'll take a shower now and then go to bed," he said.

We took off our clothes and went into the bathroom.  We held each other's
dick while we peed.  How many times had we done that?  He pulled me into
the shower by my dick.  And I had to grin a little.  How many times?

He told me to just stand still while he washed me.  And he did, all
over.  He used the scrubbing thing, and pretty soon I was so covered by
suds and bubbles I could hardly see me.  He rubbed around my nipples and
under my arms.  He rubbed into my crack and under my balls.  He rubbed
everywhere he knew would made me feel good.  And I did feel good.  I
loved him so much.

He washed himself off real fast, before I even knew he was doing it, then
he pulled me out of the shower and dried me off.  When I was dry he
pulled me to him and put his arms around me.  We kissed.  And then it
became one of those long, deep kisses.

We crawled into bed and cuddled for a long time.  He held me just the way
he knew I like to be held.  There just wasn't anybody in the whole world
more special than my Joe.  Then we sort of traded places, and he put his
head on my chest.  We didn't say anything at all.  He began to rub my
nipples and play with them; they got hard really fast, and he licked and
sucked them.  My dick had been hard ever since we started the shower, but
when he played with my nipples it gets even harder, every time.

He moved down to my dick then, laying flat against my belly.  He licked
at it and kissed it softly. He took it in his mouth and just held it
there.  Just held it there for a long time.  I could feel it moving in
his mouth every time my heart would beat.  He licked and sucked it all
over, and then he moved down between my legs so he could lick my balls.
He kissed under my balls and licked from the bottom of my balls to my
crack, just as far as his tongue would reach.

Then he had me roll over and spread my legs.  He kissed my back and kept
whispering, "I love you."  When he got down to my ass, between his kisses
I think he was saying, "My Bobby."  I don't think he'd ever said that
before.  He kissed all over my ass and then pulled my cheeks apart to get
into my crack.  My dick was pressed up against my belly under me, and it
was so hard it throbbed.

He kissed me there.  My hole.  I felt his kisses and his warm breath.
Then I felt the wetness of his tongue licking me there.  All around, all
over my hole.  Then I felt the heat of his tongue when he pushed.  I
wanted my hole to open up for him, and he kept pushing until it did.  His
tongue moved in.  I think it was deeper than he had ever gone.  I could
feel it moving around, moving in and out a little bit.  It felt so
wonderful.  My Joe was there inside me, moving.  Around and around.

I'd crossed my arms, and my head was resting on it.  I began to cry a
little.  Because I was going away?  Because I loved him so much?  Because
of the way he was making love to me?

My hole jumped when he started humming.  Oh my god.  I could feel his
humming all up my insides, all the way to my brain.  He was humming and
moving his tongue...I started moving my legs around, pumping them up and
down against the sheet.  I just couldn't stay still while he was doing
that!  It was such an awesome feeling.

When he slowed his tongue, I knew he was going to pull out of me.  I
wanted that feeling to go on and on and on.  There were more kisses on my
ass, and as he pulled away I felt a drop fall on my ass cheek.  I don't
think it would have been from his tongue.  I think it was a tear.

He rolled me over then and started to suck my cock.  I was so hard, it
almost hurt.  He only sucked a few times when he turned around so we
could do 69. I thought his dick was beautiful, hanging down right above
my face.  While he sucked me, I kissed at his dickhead and then sucked it
in.  I love this dick.  This is Joe's, my boy friend's.  I love it.

I could see his belly draw in when it started for him.  It started for
me, too, the feeling.  Just knowing what was happening inside him made it
happen inside me, too, I guess.  His cock got rock hard like it does, and
I felt him pushing my cock hard against the back of his mouth.  Neither
of us could say anything, our mouths were so full of hard cock; we just
moaned and grunted like we were begging for the feeling to hit us hard.

And then it did.  I couldn't help but shove my dick up into his mouth
when it started jumping, and I could see his back arch up the way it does
when he tried not to shove his dick at me too hard.  I sucked and
sucked...and my cock jumped for him...I tasted him on my tongue...Our
grunts were short, fast...It was so big this time..so big...

When it was over, he fell to one side of me, but he kept my dick in his
mouth.  He didn't suck.  He knew that was a little too much for me to
take sometimes.  He just held it.  I could feel the heat of his mouth all
around it.

Then he moved back up onto the pillow, and I lay my head down on his
chest.  His heart was beating so fast.  I guess mine was, too.  We
started to breathe more slowly.  He is so wonderful to me, my Joe.

Then he started to hum.  I could hear it with my ears, and I could feel
it in his chest.  I knew it right away.  I couldn't remember the words,
all of them.  I remembered the moon shining on the hills and on the snow
covering the trees.  It was that beautiful song he sang.  Somewhere in
his song, I fell asleep.

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Here are links to other stories of mine posted at Nifty:

/nifty/gay/highschool/brian-and-benny
/nifty/gay/highschool/two-nights-with-ronnie
/nifty/gay/adult-youth/afternoon-at-the-airport
/nifty/gay/adult-youth/sweet-little-pecker