Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 10:47:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter One - The Beginning

DISCLAIMER:  The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions
of sexual  activities between teenage boys.  If you are not over 18 years
of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this
material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT!  If you
choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!

			    Alex Gets Educated
			Chapter One - The Beginning
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			       Alex's Story

Hi, my name is Alex Michaels.  I want to tell you about my first sexual
experiences, because they were so awesome.  They were with Jon, a guy
I've been in love with since I first met him a couple years ago!

I was 12 when I first met Jon.  I'm an only child.  My mother and I had
just moved into a new house, after my bastard father dumped us to run off
to California with his girlfriend.  The movers were moving our stuff from
the truck into the house, and Mom was busy directing them and told me to
stay out of the way.  I was feeling sorry for myself, because we had to
move to a new neighborhood, and was sitting on an old swingset that was
out in the back yard, doing nothing.  While I was sitting there, this
good-looking guy with long blonde hair rode into the yard next door on a
bicycle.  He got off and put down the kick-stand.  As he was going toward
the back door, he noticed me, and waved.  Glumly, I waved back.  He
stopped and studied me for a minute, then walked over to the fence
between our yards.  The swingset I was sitting on was right next to it.
He looked down at me and said "Hi!".  "Hi," I answered, shyly looking up
at him.  He was pretty tall, and really good looking, and he had the
bluest eyes I'd ever seen.  His hair was light blond, but his eyebrows
were dark brown.  I thought it was cool how he had two colors of hair.
He looked to be a few years older than me.  I was instantly attracted to
him.  Back then though, I didn't realize what my feelings really meant,
all I knew then was that I thought he was the best looking guy I'd ever
seen, and he was talking to ME!  I wished he was my brother!  I'd always
wanted a brother who would play with me, and wrestle around with me.

"You moving in?" he asked.  "Yeah," I said.  "Well, I guess we'll be
neighbors then," he said, extending his hand, "I'm Jon, Jon Granger."  I
stood up and shook his hand.  His hand was bigger than mine.  It felt
nice, and he had a firm clasp.  I said "I'm Alex Michaels."  "How old are
you Alex?" Jon asked.  "12," I answered.  Jon said, "I'm 15."  "Yeah, you
look older," I said, trying not to stare at him, and wishing I didn't
sound so stupid.  He smiled though.  Then he asked if I had any brothers
or sisters.  I told him it was just me and my mom.  Then he said it was
just him and his mom, living at his house too!  "What happened to your
father?" I blurted.  As soon as I'd asked, I wished I hadn't been so
forward.  He didn't seem to mind though, and told me his father had died
a few years ago.  "Oh," I said, "I'm sorry."  He thanked me and asked
what happened to my father.  So I told him how the bastard left us.
"Wow, I'm really sorry about that Alex," he said, "do you ever see him?"
"No," I said, kicking a dandelion.  "I'm sorry Alex, that sucks!" he
said.  "Yeah, it does," I said, sadly.  "Well, maybe you and me can shoot
some baskets together sometime," he said.  "Really?" I asked, too
eagerly, unable to believe he might want to spend any time with me.
"Sure. I've got a hoop on the garage," he said, smiling widely, and
pointing to the front of his garage.  "OK," I said.  He smiled at me
again and told me it would have to be another time though, he'd just come
home to get his guitar.  He was going to go "Jam" with a friend.  So we
said Good-bye, and he went into his house, emerging a few minutes later,
lugging an electric guitar and amp.  He grinned at me as he walked around
the corner of the house, and out his driveway.  Mom called me in then,
and told me to start unpacking.

I didn't see Jon again, until the next day.  I was sitting on the front
steps, bored, hoping someone might come along and invite me to play with
them.  Nobody did.  There didn't seem to be many kids in the
neighborhood.  As I was sitting there, Jon came down the street, lugging
his guitar and amp again.  As he reached the house, he called over to me
"Hey, how you doing?"  "OK, I guess," I answered, rather
unenthusiastically.  He looked over at me, and sat his guitar and amp on
the front porch, then walked over and sat down on the steps next to me.
He looked exhausted.  "So, what's up?  You look sad." he said, stifling a
yawn.  Looking down, I said, "naw, just bored."  "I see," he said, "how
about I put my stuff away, and we shoot a little hoop then?"  Surprised,
I looked up at him and all I could say was "Really?  Why?"  "What do you
mean - why?" he asked.  Embarassed, I looked at my feet, and said "Why
would you want to bother doing anything with me?"  I felt him mussing my
hair then, "because you seem like a nice guy.  C'mon!" he said, standing
up and heading off to his house.  I sat there kind of shocked, as he
walked toward his house.  He stopped and looked back at me, and said,
"Well?  Are you coming?"  I looked at him uncertainly, then he grinned,
so I got up and followed him.  "That's more like it," he said, when I
caught up to him.  "Do me a favor and carry my guitar for me, but don't
bang it on anything," he said.  He picked up the amp, which looked heavy,
and opened the door, holding it open for me.  I picked up the guitar
case, which was actually heavier than it looked, and headed into the
house.  "Can you handle it?" he asked, following me inside.  "Yeah, where
do you want it?" I asked, looking around.  "Up in my room," he replied,
and started up the stairs.  I followed, being careful not to bang into
anything with his guitar.

Jon had a great room!  He had a big double bed, must've been a queen-size
at least.  It was bigger than my double bed.  It was a rumpled mess of
sheets, blankets, and a comforter.  There was a desk with a computer, and
a bunch of papers and books, and a can of Coke on it.  A big TV and VCR
was on top of his dresser.  There was a set of wide shelves on one side
of the room, and there was a huge fish tank with tropical fish in it on
them.  The light in the tank was on, and it was beautiful.  He also had
huge stereo speakers on the floor in all four corners of the room, and a
complicated-looking sound system sitting on the shelf next to the fish
tank.  The walls were painted black, and were covered with posters of
rock groups.  The ceiling was a deep blue, and had those glow-in-the dark
stars glued to it. Jon had a black-light on, and they were glowing.  The
carpeting was dark green, and matched the curtains, bed sheets and
comforter.  On the floor in the corner by the door, laid some dirty
clothes.  A pair of red, bikini-style underwear, laying on top.  He
quickly scooped them up and stuffed them under the bed.  Then he looked
embarassed, when he saw that I'd seen them.  I snickered a little, then,
and he looked more embarassed.  "I usually have dirty underwear on the
floor in my room too," I said, trying to make him feel less embarassed,
"only mine's just the boring white kind."  He chuckled and smiled then.

I went over to look at the fish, and noticed the corner of a magazine
sticking out from under his bed.  I realized it had a naked butt on the
part of the cover I could see.  Without thinking, I reached down and
pulled it out.  A jug of baby lotion was laying on top of it.  I pulled
the magazine out from under it and gawked at it.  There on the cover were
a guy and girl having sex!  "Um, maybe you'd best not be looking at
that," Jon said, quickly taking it from me and stuffing it, and the baby
lotion back under the bed.  He looked really embarassed.  "I'm sorry," I
said, getting embarassed myself.  "When you're a little older you can
look at those things," he said, "and, uh, please don't mention you saw it
here OK?"  "I-I've seen those kind of magazines before," I piped up,
hoping he might let me look at it afterall.  "Yeah, when?" he asked.  I
didn't have a quick enough reply, so he must've figured out I really
hadn't seen any magazines like that before.

"Your mom let's you have them?" I finally asked.  He hesitated, and I
realized, then that she must not know he had it.  Boldly, I said "I won't
tell anyone you have it, if you let me see it!"  Jon looked at me
incredulously, then said, "You little blackmailer!"  Then he pushed me
down on his bed and started to tickle me in the stomach, ribs, and
armpits.  I was howling with laughter, and thought I'd pee my pants, if
he didn't stop.  He stopped just in time, or I'd have been very
embarassed, and we'd have had to change his sheets, although they looked
like they needed changing anyway.  There were a lot of strange, white,
crusty streak and blob-shaped stains on them.  At the time, I didn't know
what they were, but now of course I do.  Still giggling, I said, "I'm
sorry.  I won't tell anyone you have it.  But please, can't I see it?"
He looked at me for a minute, then finally reached back under the bed and
withdrew the magazine and handed it to me.  Before he let me take it, he
said "Promise me though - you won't tell anyone!"  "I promise!" I said.
Then he gave me the magazine, and let me look at it.  It was filled with
pictures of good-looking guys and girls, all having sex.  I'd never seen
anything like it.  I'd seen a couple of playboys, so I knew what naked
women looked like, but I'd never seen pictures of naked men, especially
not with hardons.  "My God! They're huge!" I whispered, gawking.  I also
had no idea there were so many things people could do either!

A while went by, then I suddenly realized that Jon was sitting in his
chair at his desk, quietly watching me, as I looked through the
magazine.  I was horrified when I realized my hand was in my crotch,
rubbing my hardon, and Jon had noticed.  I felt tears well up in my eyes,
as my face burned with shame.  Turning quickly away from Jon, I pushed
the magazine under his bed, and wiped at my eyes.  "Hey!" he said,
getting up from his chair, and coming over and sitting next to me on the
edge of the bed, "It's OK, it's normal to get horny like that when you're
looking at pictures like that - don't sweat it!"  I still couldn't look
at him, and there was no way to escape.  He handed me a Kleenex then and
said, "You're supposed to get hard, and you're supposed to want to play
with it!  And it's OK if you do.  I do all the time when I look at those
pictures - so you weren't doing anything wrong.  Stop worrying about
it!"  "Really?" I asked, wiping my eyes and looking up at him, my face
still very red I was sure.  He smiled down at me, mussed my hair again,
and said "Yeah!  Now, let's go shoot some baskets!"  Then he left and
headed downstairs, with me running to catch up to him.  We shot baskets
together for a long time, and he showed me how to play "Around the
World".  It was a lot of fun!

That was the beginning of a really great relationship between me and
Jon.  Whenever, he didn't have anything to do, if he saw me around, he
invited me to play some hoop, or skateboard, or bike ride with him.  He
began teaching me how to play his guitar too.  Lots of times he'd chase
me around, and wrestle with me and tickle me.  That was a lot of fun.
We also spent a lot of time just talking.  As we got to know each other,
which was pretty quickly, I began to feel comfortable discussing most
anything with him.  Now we talk openly about everything.  I was just
entering puberty at the time, so it was a pretty confusing time for me.
He was really patient, and explained a lot of things to me.  I was glad
about that, because I really wouldn't have wanted to talk to my mom about
it.

I actually learned about masturbation, and what that bottle of baby
lotion Jon had under his bed was for, before he ever explained it to me.
My bedroom is on the side of the house that faces Jon's room.  One night,
soon after we moved in, I was in my room, in the dark, looking out at the
sky.  I saw Jon's light come on, as there was a gap in his curtains.  He
didn't realize apparently.  I watched as he undressed, then laid down on
his bed.  I couldn't believe how big his penis was.  It was almost hard
too.  And he had a big bush of dark pubic hair.  Through the gap in the
curtains, I could see him pull the magazine and lotion out from under his
bed.  I watched him playing with himself as he looked at the magazine.
Then he put some lotion on his dick, once it was hard, and wrapped his
fist around his pole and started sliding it up and down rapidly.  "So
that's what the lotion is for" I thought to myself.  I felt my own little
dick stiffen up, and fondled it as I watched Jon abandon the book and
start massaging his scrotum while he continued pumping on his penis.  I
had a pair of binoculars on my dresser.  So I got them and used them to
zoom in on Jon.  I could see everything clearly then.  I focused just in
time to see Jon's face contort, and some white gook fly out of the end of
his penis!  I'd never seen anything like that before.  I knew he was
having an orgasm, because I had them myself when I played with my penis,
in bed at night, but I never knew anything was supposed to squirt out!  I
watched as this happened over and over several more times, then he
finally stopped, and used his underwear to clean himself off with.  Then
he turned off the light, so I went to bed myself.  Of course I started
fondling my penis too then.  I tried mimicking Jon's movements, and if
felt good.  I wished I had some lotion.  So I snuck to the bathroom and
found a bottle.  I squeezed some into my hand and snuck back to bed.
Back in bed, I applied the lotion to my hardon.  At first it felt cold!
Then I started to masturbate the way Jon had been doing.  It felt great!
Shortly, I felt that good feeling building up, and I had my orgasm.  I
was disappointed though, that nothing squirted out of my penis, like it
had for Jon.

I wondered a lot over the next couple days about why Jon squirted "stuff"
and I didn't.  Finally, I worked up a story to tell him, that a friend
had seen his older brother doing this, and wondered about it.  I told Jon
this story and asked about it.  He looked at me closely, as I turned
red.  Finally he said "are you sure this is about a friend?"  I went beet
red, and finally admitted I'd seen him doing it.  He looked embarassed,
but not mad.  And then he explained all about masturbation, and orgasms.
Since then though, his curtains have never been gapped anymore.

Our mothers became friends quickly too, so we do a lot of things together
as families as well, like getting together to eat, or going to the
movies.  Sometimes they go out together, and Jon stays with me.  We even
take trips together sometimes.  We go to the beach, or up into New
England to see the leaves in the fall, or over to Boston, or into NYC.

When we're on a trip, Jon and I have to share a bed at the motels we stay
at, and our mother's share the other one.  At first I was afraid of
sharing a bed with Jon, because I was afraid I'd get a hardon and rub up
against him with it.  But after the first night, I realized I didn't have
to worry about anything, because in his sleep he rolled over on me, and
started humping me with his hardon!  As I was pushing him off me, he woke
up and got embarassed.  I told him it was OK, and we both went back to
sleep.  Then in the morning, he woke me up, because my little hardon was
poking him, as I laid sleeping, with my arm over him.  It was my turn to
be embarassed then.  He snickered and whispered "guess we're even now.
Hey - hardon's happen!"  We both giggled then.  Since then, sleeping
together hasn't been a problem, and we usually both end up rubbing up
against each other's hardons at some point.  Until recently, I never told
Jon, but I really liked sleeping with him, and always waited until he was
asleep, so I could snuggle up to him.

Right from the start, Jon has always treated me just like I'm his little
brother.  I've always wanted a brother, so it's great!  I couldn't love
him more if he was really my brother!  I can tell he feels the same
way.
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				Jon's Story

My little buddy Alex just showed me this story he wrote, and asked if I
wanted to add anything to it.  After I corrected some of his spelling and
punctuation errors, I decided I'd write my own version of our story, from
my point of view.  So here goes...

One day when I was 15, I rode into my driveway on my bike.  A new family
was moving in next door to us. I saw a blond boy, who looked to be a few
years younger than me sitting on their swingset, looking pretty
miserable.  I went over and introduced myself.  We both told each other
briefly about ourselves, then I had to go.  Alex looked disappointed that
I was leaving, so I told him maybe we could play some hoop sometime
soon.  He said that would be nice.

I would've stuck around, but I was on my way over to a sleepover at my
friend Tony's.

It was a good sleepover.  Tony and I had discovered sex together a couple
of years earlier, and were now regular fuck-buddies, on top of being best
friends.  Tony and I spent the whole rest of the day, all night, and the
next morning at his house alternating between playing our guitars
together, and sucking and fucking with each other!  I think we must've
each had about a dozen orgasms.

I was pretty tired, and my cock and balls were pretty achy, when I got
home the next day.  As I walked up to the house I saw Alex was sitting on
his front steps, looking lonely.  Tired as I was from 24 hours of sex, I
went over and sat down and talked with him.  I was right, he was lonely.
Poor kid.  I knew he was going to have a pretty hard time finding any
kids to hang around with, as there were none his age in the
neighborhood!  As I looked at Alex, I realized he was one good looking
boy!  I wondered if he'd hit puberty yet.  It was hard to tell.  Maybe he
had, maybe he hadn't.  Whatever, I thought to myself, he's gonna be one
hot guy when he gets to be a little older!  He sure was cute already
though.  Anyway, I decided to take him under my wing, and amuse him for a
while, so I offered to shoot a little hoop with him.  He accepted, after
a bit of resistence.

First we took my guitar up to my room, and he looked around.  First thing
he saw were my cum-stained bikinis.  How embarassing.  I stuffed them
under the bed quickly.  Then he found my porn magazine and the baby
lotion I used for lube!  Again - how embarassing.  He didn't seem to
understand the lotion, or he was ignoring it, as his eyes were glued to
the magazine.  I doubt he'd ever seen one like it before.  It was
hardcore, and showed these gorgeous guys and girls doing it in every
position imagineable.  Well, Alex, I found out, is a bit savvy to the
ways of the world.  He figured out that Mom didn't know about the
magazine and said he'd squeal on me if I didn't show it to him.  I'm not
sure he really would've, but after tickling him to death for
black-mailing me, and getting him to promise not to tell, I let him look
at it.  He sat there on my bed, gazing intently at each picture, as I sat
and watched him.  I could see his little penis hardening beneath the
fabric of his jeans, and I couldn't believe it when he absent-mindedly
began rubbing it.  My cock was stretching the fabric of my own jeans at
that point.  I wanted to rub it myself, but didn't.  Suddenly, poor Alex
realized what he was doing, and that I was watching him.  He was
completely mortified, and started to cry, as he threw the magazine under
my bed and turned to face away from me.  Poor kid.  I went over and
consoled him, and told him not to worry, that what he was doing was
completely normal.  Finally, I got him calmed down and decided to get him
off the subject, so I took him outside and we played some hoop.

Since that day, we've grown really close to each other.  I let him do
things with me all the time.  He loves to follow me around, and do the
things I do.  Like Alex said, our moms are good friends now too.  I do
watch him whenever his mother needs to be away from home.  He's pretty
easy to sit for though.  And, we do take trips like he said.  They're a
lot of fun - especially the beach.  Yeah - that first night sleeping
together though, when I started humping him in my sleep was embarassing
as hell.  I'm just glad he ended up doing it to me in the morning too.
Now whenever we end up sleeping together, things are OK.  If either of us
gets hard, we know it's to be expected.  Many times, I wake up to find
Alex snuggled up to me, hugging me.  He's always hard!  OK, so am I.  Up
till now, we just both ignored it when that happened.  You'll see what I
mean as our story unfolds.  By the way, Alex never has had to wait for me
to fall asleep.  I just pretend to fall asleep, so he snuggles up to me.
I like it when he does!  ~smiles~

Finally, I see the little twerp told you how he watched me jacking off
one night too!  That's earned him another tickling!  I'll get him after I
finish this!  Anyway, that was rather embarassing for me when he finally
told me he'd seen me.  I had to explain all about jerking off and orgasms
and semen then.  His asshole father apparently hadn't told him squat
before he took off on them!  It's just as well, once we got talking about
it, he found he was really comfortable talking with me about sex, so I've
become his sex guru - any questions he has, he comes straight to me now!

In conclusion, let me just say that I was thrilled to read that Alex
thinks of me as his older brother.  I always wanted a little brother too,
and he's the best "little brother" a guy could want!  I love HIM a lot
too!
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Watch for our next chapter, where Alex receives his first blow job...