Fifth Grade and Zack
by Sean M.


     After months of jacking off, I soon grew tired of doing it
every morning, noon and night.  I wanted the real thing.  All the girls in
school were beginning to grow breasts and starting to talk about boys.  I
found myself curious about boys as well but had always been brought up that it
was wrong.  I couldn't hide my feelings and like girls, just because that was
the "right" thing to do.

     The first time I remember looking at another boy was when we
were at recess.  His name was Zack, which was short for Zachery.  He was
one of the rich kids in school and always had the most expensive toys that
nobody else had.  He always wore freshly starched Polo shirts and rode to
school in a BMW.  All the kids in school envied Zack for all his money.  I
envied him cause all of the girls liked him.  I wanted to be his best
friend.  I can still remember the day we all were playing Red Rover.  It's the
game where one team stands in a line holding hands and faces the opposing team
holding hands.  Then one team shouts, "Red Rover, Red Rover send so and so
over!!!"  Then that person from the other team runs and tries to break through the
hands of the other team.  Real stupid game.  Anyway, we all lined up on our
team.  Zack was on my team.  I shuffled around trying to stand next to him so I
could hold his hand.  "Yes!", I thought to myself.  It worked out.  I was
standing to his left and my right hand, the one that I beat off with, was tightly
holding his left hand.  I felt my dick grow the second we held hands.  
     
     Needless to say, Zack was cute.  He had short curly brown
hair and eyes that made him look like he was always squinting, almost oriental. 
He had clear olive skin.  The kids in school used to tell him he had
mannequin skin.  Shit, to me, he was perfect.  
     
     So the game was still going on.  It was our time to call out
someone's name from the other team.  For some stupid reason, we called on
Stan.  Stan was the biggest kid in our class and he was heading towards Zack
and me.  We squeezed each others hands tightly as Stan approached.  Then Stan
bulldozed our arms.  We managed to hold him but the two people on both sides 
of us let go.  Stan plowed us down to the ground leaving us in a heap of
mangled bodies. We were still holding hands even though they were flattened
underneath Stan's weight.  We both were screaming and laughing at the same 
time.  I looked over Stan at Zack.  His shirt was pushed up exposing his 
chest.  I was mesmerized at this sight.  It was very well developed for a 
fifth grader.  I'd never seen any other guy around our age group that had a 
body like this. His skin was as smooth as glass and blemish free.  His belly 
button was just a tiny indention.  I remember studying his body trying to 
memorize every detail.  The skin seemed so thin.  It looked as if you could 
pinch some of it between you fingers, hold it up to a light and read a 
newspaper through it.  Every muscle was defined as he struggled to get free 
from Stan.  I can recall looking at his dark nickle sized nipples.  They were 
mostly flat and barely protruded out in the middle.  I decided then and there 
that I was definitely going to become best friends with him.  

     Throughout the course of the next few weeks, I'd lay in bed and beat off
thinking about Zack.  I'd imagine him spending the night and us sleeping 
together.  I'd sneak my hand under the sheets and play with his dick.  I never
tried to imagine what it looked like, though.  I only dreamed of sleeping next 
to him.  I think I may have imagined what it'd be like to show him my dick but 
that was about it.  Then one day in school, Stan and some of his gang of 
friends had Zack cornered in the hallway.  I heard them saying they were going 
to beat him up if he didn't give them his lunch money.  I felt like it was my 
chance to save him.  I was kind of friends with Stan.  Our parents were 
friends and he couldn't do anything to me without getting in trouble with his
parents.  Getting him out of this situation would surely make him my friend.  
I walked over grabbed Zack by his shirt and pulled him away from the rest of 
this motley crew that was probably about to beat the shit out of him.  We 
walked down the hall and never looked back.  It was easier than I thought.  I 
didn't even have to say a word or fight.  I'd gotten in a fight with Stan 
before and won after kicking him in the nads.  Of course, I got in trouble 
when My parents heard about it but it let him know I wasn't going to put up 
with his shit.  Cowards way out?  I don't think so.  More like, If I hadn't, 
I'd gotten the shit beat out of me. 

     Weeks passed and my efforts had worked.  Zack and I were best friends.  I
got a note from him in class asking me to ask my parents if it were okay to
spend the night with him.  I was smiling inside.  I wrote him back, "Okay, I'm 
sure they'll say yes".  I passed the note back to him and he scribbled on it 
and sent it back one last time.  "Friday night okay?"  "Do you know where I 
live?"  I looked up at him and nodded my head, then tucked the note into my 
pocket.  I still have that note somewhere.  I found it not too long ago in a 
box of notes and letters that I've kept over the years.  

     I got home that afternoon and waited for my Mom to get home.  She wasn't
out of her car good before I asked her if I could spend the night at Zack's
house.  She had no problem with it.  I was now anxiously waiting Friday night.

     Friday rolled around and school was almost out.  I stared at the clock in
my sixth period class waiting for the bell to ring.  Finally, it did.  I 
darted out the doors of the school and searched for Zack.  He was at the bike 
rack opening his combination lock.  "What time tonight?"  I asked.  "I don't 
care.  Whenever you want.  You can come over now if you can".  I told him I'd 
have to go home first and get some clothes but it wouldn't take that long.  He 
said he'd see me there as soon as I got there.  I sprinted home.  Threw a 
change of underwear, a shirt, a pair of socks and a pair of shorts into a 
grocery sack.  I rushed out of the house after leaving a note for my Mom 
reminding her of where I was.  I was in and out of the house in less than five
minutes.  I got on my bike and rode to Zack's house.  It was a huge house with 
3 levels.  I entered the opened wrought iron fence to the driveway and 
pedalled up towards the house.

     Zack met me at the door.  He was eating an apple and was standing bare-
foot at the entrance.  He was wearing a pair of shorts and a Polo t-shirt.
He told me to put my bike up against the garage wall and come inside.  The 
kitchen was huge, about three times the size of mine.  It was all natural wood 
cabinets and had white counter tops covered with almost every kind of 
appliance imaginable.  As I followed him towards the stairway, we passed 
through the living room.  This room was honest to god, about the same size as 
my entire house.  I couldn't believe it.  We talked on the way up the stairs.  
"Where are your folks?"  I asked. 
"Oh, they're at our river house for the weekend".  
"So what are we gonna do tonight?" I asked.  
"Well, my parents left me some money to order a pizza so I guess we'll 
order a pizza.  What do you like on yours?"  I said sausage and canadian
bacon.  It was his favorite too.  

     I couldn't believe his parents trusted him enough to let him stay at home
by himself.  Shit, we were only nine years old.  

     We went on into his room.  The walls were covered with movie posters and 
he had huge airplane models hanging from his ceiling.  There was a killer 
Yamaha stereo system in his entertainment center and on top of that was a big 
screen T.V.  He turned his T.V and VCR on to MTV and we sat and talked with 
videos playing in the background.  Now that I think about it, there wasn't a 
whole hell of a lot to talk about.  Mainly school, videos and movies.  I still
remember the video of Prince's "When Doves Cry" playing.  Every time I hear it 
today, it reminds me of Zack.  

     We ordered the pizza.  It arrived about thirty minutes later and we both 
wolfed it down like we hadn't eaten in days.  Together, we both drank an 
entire two liter bottle of Pepsi.  Around eight o'clock Zack asked me if I
wanted to watch a video.  Zack went to the wall of cabinets that surrounded 
his huge entertainment center and opened a door.  The shelves were crammed 
with videos.  There were about six cabinet doors full of videos.  Zack began 
naming off some of the movies.  We decided to watch Raiders of the Lost Ark.  
The movie started and we sat on the floor watching it.  My mind wandered off 
during the movie and I'd look at Zack and think about him naked.  He was too 
busy watching the movie to notice that I was staring at him and touching my 
hard-on. 

     The movie was half way over and Zack said he was tired and wanted to go
to bed.  I had lost interest in the movie so going to bed was fine with me.  
I was used to staying up late on Friday and Saturday night but I was anxious 
to get to bed.  I was determined to do something with him.  It was around 
10:30 p.m. and Zack had turned the T.V. off.  Zack was heading for the 
bathroom to pee when I heard a noise downstairs.  I whispered for Zack.  

"Zack?  Did you hear that?"  Zack said, "Yeah, it's just Linda turning on the 
alarm."  "Who the heck is Linda?"  I asked, speaking in my normal tone of 
voice again.  "She's our maid".  

     This all made more sense.  I knew it was strange that I always had to 
stay with relatives if my parents were out of town and Zack could stay at home 
by himself.  
     
     We went to the bathroom one at a time.  Zack went first as I stood next
to the closed door of his bathroom.  I could hear his piss hitting the water 
in the toilet.  I began wondering what I was going to sleep in.  I normally 
slept in my underwear but was worried that Zack may have slept in pajamas.  I 
backed away from the door and asked Zack what he was going to sleep in.  
"Probably my underwear, why?"  Zack said as he walked out of the bathroom.  
"I was just wondering",  I said, strolling into the bathroom.  The toilet was 
still flushing as I walked over to the toilet, smiling.  I was excited about 
getting the chance to see him in his underwear.  By the time I finished 
peeing, the water was all sudsy from my piss.  I shook off my dick and noticed 
a slight drop of clear slippery stuff on the tip of my dick.  I guess it was
from my series of hard-ons I'd gotten during the movie.  I wiped it off and 
flushed the toilet.

     I flipped off the light and headed back into Zack's room.  I looked over
at his bed and watched as Zack was pulling down the covers.  His back was to 
me and all I could see was him bent over the bed displaying his butt in his
underwear.  The long strands of muscles in his arching back tensed and wiggled
as he positioned the pillows across the head of the bed.  My heart jumped into
my throat and I took a deep breath.  I was taking all of this in and enjoying
every minute of it.  

     Zack turned around and said, "dang, your loud when you pee".  I was 
embarrassed that he had heard me.  "Well I could hear you peeing too".  I
said, defensively.  Zack looked down towards his dick, grabbed the mound of 
cotton covered flesh and said, "Well, when your thing is as big as mine, you 
can't help it".  I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing.  This was
the first time I'd ever heard Zack say something about his dick.  We'd talked
about girls before, but never about sex.  I was speechless.  I walked over to
the recliner that was sitting in the corner of his room.  I slipped my shoes
off and then unbuttoned my jeans, dropping them onto the floor.  I pulled my
shirt off over my head and turned just in time to see Zack looking away.  He
had been looking at me.  Things were turning out fine.  

     Zack crawled into bed and was lying in the center spread eagle.  I just
stood there with my hands together in front of my crotch.  "Where am I gonna
sleep?" I broken heartedly asked.  Zack looked down at my feet and said, "In
your socks."  He began laughing as he moved over in the bed to his right.  I
quietly breathed a sigh of relief, pulled my socks off and stepped to the
side of the bed.  I stretched, attempting to flex any muscle I had back then
and then rubbed my eyes.  Again, when I opened my eyes, he was looking at me.
His eyes were fixed on my underwear.  I looked down and said,  "What."  
"You've got a wet spot on your underwear".  Zack said, pointing at my dick.  I 
know I must have turned ten shades of red.  

"Well what are you doing looking?"  I said, in an attempt to embarrass him 
back.  Zack said, "I couldn't help but notice.  Your underwear looks like girl 
panties".  I was wearing an old pair of briefs that were a little too small 
and they hugged my body tightly.  I looked down at the mound under the covers 
where his crotch was.  "Well you've got a hard on from looking".  Zack quickly 
bent his legs up, creating a tent with his knees to hide his arousal.  

"So, it always gets like that before I go to sleep", Zack said.

"I have one when I wake up but that's only because I have to pee".  I said, as
I pulled back the covers and crawled into the bed.  Zack reached over and 
turned off the light.  We laid there quietly.  I didn't want our conversation
to stop so I started laughing and singing, "Zack's got a hard on, Zack's got 
a hard on".  Zack climbed over on top of me and began tickling me.  I hate 
being tickled.  I was yelling and trying to tickle him back.  He wasn't 
ticklish at all.  My only other defense was also my only desire for this whole
night.  I reached down in the darkness of the sheets and blindly grabbed at
his dick.  First try...right on the spot.  His penis was as hard as a rock.  
It was bigger than it appeared before, when I saw it beneath the covers.  He 
was liking it.  His tickling decreased to only using one hand.  His other hand 
grabbed my bulge that was as painfully as hard as it could get.  When his 
fingers wrapped around my boner, I felt an orgasmic wave of pleasure surge 
through my hips.  My heart was racing from a mixture of the wrestling and the 
lust.  I squeezed his slender dick slowly down the shaft.  My free hand was 
holding him up, beneath his arm pit trying to push his tickling arm away.  His 
hand on my ribcage froze as he relaxed to enjoy the feeling on his crotch.  
The tickling had stopped.  He sat there on my thighs in a daze.  Our hands 
were still squeezing their newly found treasures.  The only sound in the room 
was our breathing.  As I worked my fingers down to the base of his skinny 
dick, my little finger managed to slip into the leg opening of his briefs.  I 
magically snaked my hand into his underwear.  The heat from the bare flesh of 
his meat warmed my fingers.  I could feel every fine detail of his dick.  From 
the indention around the head to the hot swollen canal on the underside.  I 
suddenly felt his hand move and slide into the waistband of my underwear. His 
cool fingers located my dick, then closed around it.  We both had a firm grip 
each other's rods.  

     This went on for about five to ten minutes. (but who was keeping track of
time?) Our eyes had adjusted to the darkness.  I could actually see his face 
as I kneaded his dick.  Our eyes were staring directly into the other's.  We 
had the same expression, mouth halfway open, eyes wide, and a slight grin.
Zack was still massaging my dick when he broke the silence, 

"You ever do this by yourself?"   

"Do you?", I asked, trying to cover myself in case this was a trick question.  

"Yeah, sometimes.  How 'bout you?"  Zack answered, breathing heavily between 
sentences.  I was now clear to answer truthfully,

"Well...yeah...all the time".  

"How often is all the time?" Zack asked, as he slowly relaxed his fingers from
my dick.

"Usually, once in the morning and once at night".  I proudly
answered.

"Me too".  Zack's hand began rubbing up and down my penis as if
to jack me off.  I returned the favor and began sliding my hand back and
forth from the base to the tip.  The speed increased as we talked.  

"You ever have stuff come out of yours?"  I asked, hoping he had.

"Yeah, that's when it feels the best. You?"  

"That's the only reason I do it."  I said, moving my other hand down the arm 
that was grasping my stick.  I grabbed his hand and repositioned it on my 
balls.  His fingers carefully stroked my scrotum, moving my balls around in 
their sack.  I then reached down and began fondling his nuts.  His sack was 
tiny and his balls were tightly drawn up to his body.  

     Zack moved over on to the bed next to me.  I had moved back up to his
dick and was playing with it.  His hand left my dick, as I felt him slide his
underwear off.  His legs kicked, pushing his underwear down to the foot of the 
mattress.  I followed the leader and did the same.  We were both lying there
naked, stroking each other's dicks.  It was kind of awkward because our bodies
were about a foot apart.  As if we'd said, "One, Two, Three, GO!" we both
moved towards each other in the bed.  Our nude bodies were closely pressed 
together.  He was so soft and warm.  I relaxed and continued to jack him off
slowly.  Soon, Zack rose up in the bed and leaned over my stomach.  He got a 
better hold of my dick and began jacking me off as fast as he could.  I had
already tensed up my leg muscles and was very close to cumming, when he 
stopped.  I could feel precum oozing out of my dick.  I hesitantly opened my 
eyes to see if it had grossed him out.  Just as my eyes focused on his face, 
I noticed he had his hand up to his mouth.  I heard a slurp.  He was sucking 
the clear gooey liquid off his fingers.  I was shocked.  I couldn't say 
anything.  I'd tasted my own before and over the past few weeks had thought 
about wanting to taste his.  He tightly held the shaft of my dick and milk it 
upwards toward the end.  I could feel gobs of precum pouring out of my slit, 
covering his hand.  After several unsuccessful attempt to milk more precum out 
of me, he laid back down at my side.  I could feel Zack's heart beating 
through the mattress.  I wondered how far he'd go.  I bent up and over to his 
crotch.  He was still managing to pound away at my dick.  I began to milk him 
to see if he was precumming.  I clutched the base of his dick and pulled it to 
the head.  Nothing came out.  I tried again, this time starting further down 
to the base.  As I reached the head, my hand was suddenly flooded with his 
slippery liquid.  I took this opportunity to go all the way.  I didn't want to 
lick it off my hand.  I wanted to put his dick in my mouth and I felt this was 
my only chance.  I lowered my face down to my hand that was positioned at the 
end of his dick.  I wanted to make him think I was going to eat some off MY 
hand.  Instead, I stroked his dick down to the base and closed my lips around 
his dick...about half way down.  Zack inhaled deeply, making a moaning noise 
in his throat.  His hips rose off the bed to meet my mouth.  I slowly licked 
his piss slit where strings of precum were pouring from.  It tasted different 
from mine.  His was better.  I couldn't get enough.  I slowly increased my 
suction to pull out what precum was left in his shaft.  While sucking, I would 
use my tongue to press on his cum channel.  

"Sean?...Sean?...You'd better stop...I'm serious...I'm about to..."
Zack's dick began to convulse and swell.  My mouth was spilling over with his
cum.  The high pitched screams within his throat sounded great.  I kept my 
lips closed as tightly as I could to avoid dripping his cum onto his belly.
I swirled my tongue around his dick.  I could taste the globs of his jism as 
it floated around the spit in my mouth.  My mouth was watering and my cheeks
were about to explode.  I wanted more.  I accidentally swallowed the secretion
that had moved to the back of my throat.  I could really taste him now.  I 
began to beat my own meat.  He stood up, keeping his dick in my mouth and we
were soon in a 69 position.  I could smell his balls better and I'd begun to
swallow another tablespoon full of his seed.  I felt myself on the brink of
ejacutating.  I started moaning as the waves of pleasure flowed through my 
nads.  The first stream of cum landed on my chest.  The second landed in 
Zack's mouth.  I was still stroking my cock, hitting him in the chin with my
fist while I came.  His mouth was so warm.  I ran my fingers through his curly 
hair as I heard a gulping sound in his throat.  My cum hadn't even gotten out 
of my dick good before it was in his stomach.  It was the best orgasm I'd ever 
had.  

     Zack emptied the rest of my load by milking my shaft with his hand.  He'd
start way down near my balls and not give up until his fingers slid off the
tip of my cock.  I was empty.  And there wasn't any clean up afterwards except
the small amount that had hit me in the chest...and Zack used one of his socks 
to wipe it away.  

     We soon found ourselves in the same position as we were when this all
started...lying next to each other.  Our legs were crossed over one another
and we had our arms locked.  

     I looked at the clock and it read, 11:45.  We talked until we fell 
asleep.  The last time I looked at the time, it was 3:25.  

     Our conversation was pretty much based on what happened.  I confessed 
that I'd wanted to do something with him ever since school started.  I told
him about the Red Rover game and how I wanted to stand next to him so I could
hold his hand.  He laughed and said, "no way, I thought it was too easy.  I 
was trying to stand next to you too".  I then told him my reasoning behind
getting him out of the fight with Stan and his friends.  He thanked me again
and leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  I was dazed.  A few minutes later,
I leaned over and returned the kiss.  "No...,thank you".  

     We slept in the same position all night.  We were facing each other, 
hugging, and our legs were tangled up together.  Zack was something else.


     The sun was blaring down through the windows.  It was 11:30am and Zack 
was still sleeping.  I laid there staring at his face and body. I knew that
what had happened last night wasn't a dream.  I could feel the end of my dick 
sticking to the sheets.  Plus, we were both naked.  He was so warm and pretty.
I kissed him on the cheek.  He opened his eyes and quickly moved back.  He was 
startled.  He then must have remembered last night cause he was soon back 
close to me giving me a bear hug.  

"Last night was fun".  Zack said, in his sleepy morning voice.

"What happened doesn't bother you?"  I asked.

"Heck No!  I want to do it again".  

     I smiled and stretched, rolling over to my back.  We both were 
experiencing "morning boners".  

     Almost in sync, we got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to pee.
We staggered through the bathroom door.  "I've never pissed with another guy 
looking before" Zack said, holding his hard on.  I replied, "You've never done 
what we did last night either".  Zack smiled and removed his hand, exposing 
his hard on.  We both faced the toilet and bent at the waist to keep from 
peeing on the ceiling.  As bad as we had to pee, nothing was happening.  

Zack suggested, "You go first". 

"No, you go first.  It's your bathroom".  I said.

"Well you're the guest".  

     I'd lost.  My bladder was about to burst and I didn't care who went.  
Just as long as I could pee.  Eventually a trickle appeared from the end of my
dick and poured into the toilet.  Then another and another.  Finally, a steady
stream began to flow.  Zack released his pee and our streams began clashing in
the bowl.  We both started making noises like light sabers in Star Wars.  Our
streams were cutting on and off as we laughed.  We soon finished and shook
the drops off the each other's dicks.  It was nice.  

     Back in his bedroom, Zack began searching through the sheets, looking for
his underwear.  His butt was in plain view.  I noticed he didn't have a tan 
line.  He was tanned all over.  His dark little ass was so cute.  I walked 
over, reached between his legs, grabbed his balls and yelled.  He jumped onto 
the bed and I jumped right in after him.  My body was sliding over his and our
dicks were having their own wrestling match.  Within seconds, we had hard ons
again and were repeating last night.  This time it was daylight and we could 
see each other's bodies better.  Zack reached up and pinched my nipple.  It 
hurt, but in a good way.  I pinched his.  Then Zack started tickling me again.  
I managed to get my face up to his chest.  I sucked his nipple as hard as I 
possibly could.  He stopped tickling me.  Zack was like a deer caught in the 
headlights. (No pun intended)  His nipple got as hard as a rock. 

"Sean, that makes me feel funny.  I can feel it in my dick".  I stopped
sucking. 

"Huh?  How can you feel something in your dick by me just suckin' your titty?"

"Let me try it on you".  Zack said.  

     He moved down and put his mouth on my nipple.  His tongue was flicking it
back and forth.  "I don't feel anything".  I really could but I didn't want 
him to stop.  It felt great.  Zack removed his mouth from my chest.  

"You really can't feel anything?" Zack asked.

"No, I'm kidding.  It feels weird.  Keep on."  I said.

Zack resumed licking and sucking on my nip.  I felt a tingling sensation in 
my dick.  "This is too cool".  I said, holding his head close to my body.

"Do me now".  I moved back down to his nipple and sucked it.  I flicked my
tongue over the BB sized bud.  "Do the other one".  Zack commanded.  I moved
over to his right nipple.  Zack grunted and said, "I like this".  We sucked 
each other's nipples until our jaws were tired.  


     "Let's see who can beat off and cum first".  Zack suggested. 

"I had much rather do what we did last night".  I said.  

"We can do that again tonight or tomorrow. I just think it would be fun to
have a race to see who can do it faster".  I agreed then asked, "How do you
want to do it?"  Zack got off the bed and sat on the floor. 

"Come over here and face me."  Zack was leaning against his bed.  I moved his
bean bag chair over in front of him and sat down.  

"You ready?"  Zack asked.

"Yeah, I guess".  My dick had begun to get soft but was still half way hard.  
"GO!!"  Zack yelled as he started pumping his dick.  I instantly got a hardon
from seeing his balls bounce up and down.  I was in the race.  Our hands 
were flying a hundred miles and hour up and down our dicks.  I was staring at
Zack's crotch, chest and face.  Zack didn't take his eyes off my meat.  I felt
the first wave flood my groin.  I was almost there.  My legs were rigid and 
when I'd point my toes, I'd touch his inner thigh.  He looked as though he 
could cum any second.  I knew I had to get busy.  I began thinking about last 
night and the way his cum tasted.  I was only seconds away from winning,
when the first burst of cum, shot out of his dick.  It splattered across his 
tanned lean chest.  The contrast of the white cum and his dark skin was 
beautiful.  His second burst of cum erupted out of his dick along with the 
expression of pleasure on his face brought me to orgasm.  As he was shooting 
his fourth stream of jism, I was shooting my first.  I was giving my meat a 
workout as I stared at Zack's body.  His balls were still bobbing up and down 
and he'd started milking his muscle for the final drops.  I was about done 
too.  I was exhausted.  We sat on the floor awhile.  Our coated chests and 
bellies were beginning to drip onto the floor.  

     Zack stood up.  His tiny belly button glistened in the light.  I stood up
too.  We carefully walked into the bathroom trying to avoid getting any on the 
carpet.  Zack bent over and turned on the water in the bathtub. I walked up
from behind and leaned over him.  Just at the perfect moment I hugged him as
close and as tight as I could.  His back slid around on my front. 

"Arrggghh!" Zack screamed.  "You butthole!!"  He was smiling with the look of
"Yuck" on his face.  He stepped into the tub and I followed.  Before turning 
on the shower head, Zack stepped up to me and hugged me close, doing a little 
wiggle with his body.  I did the same and soon we'd worked up this thick white 
lather.  The bathroom was filled with the strong smell of cum.  We stepped 
back and looked at each other.  Our chests and stomachs looked like Stucko 
walls.  We laughed and then began finger painting on each other.  Zack reached
down and turned on the shower.  I saw him put his cum lathered fingers in his
mouth for a quick taste.  We washed the coat of cum off our torsos.   

     After we finished, we got out dried off and dressed.  We spent the rest 
of the day together.  

     The next Monday at school, Zack and I would look at each other and smile.
If anyone would have found out.  It would've ruined us.  We both agreed that
it was our secret and promised never to tell anyone.  We did stuff together
up until we got into ninth grade.  The last time I saw him he was married and
had a kid.  He looked at me while holding his son and smiled, followed by a 
wink.  Something tells me he's still interested.