Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 16:43:12 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Awakening

AWAKENING
By
Lee Mariner

July 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy depicting homosexual acts and
circumstances surrounding those acts. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE
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All characters named or fictional and in no way related to any person or
persons living or deceased.

PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.

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1944

The war in Europe and the Pacific was not something that really concerned a
kid of 13. Hell, what 13 yr old worries about war except maybe winning the
ones we played, with sticks, in an open field not far from where I lived
with my Dad and Stepmother. Mom and Dad had separated and then divorced when
I was maybe 7 or 8 yrs old. The reasons for the divorce I didn't know. All I
knew then was mom was gone and all my dad would tell me was that she had
moved away when I asked where she had gone and didn't want to talk about it.
That's the problem with being a kid; no adult ever wants to talk with them
about something as important as where their mother had gone or about sex.
Both were pretty darned important to me.

He hired some strange lady to take care of me when he was working and she
stayed in the house sleeping in the same room my dad and mom had slept in.
One day not long after she moved in, Dad and I were sitting on the front
porch eating an ice-cream cone and I blurted out, "Dad, why does Ruby sleep
in the same room you and Mom did?"

I must have caught him off guard. He didn't answer me and I asked him again.
He finished his ice-cream and turned licking his fingers.

"She keeps me company and she takes care of you and the house, that's all.
Finish your cone and take your bath, it's almost bedtime for you," and he
started to get up.

"Dad, it's not that late yet. Can't we sit here a little more?"

"No we can't Lenny, Ruby and I are going out for a little while and little
boys belong in bed."

Who in hell ever said "early to bed and early to rise will make you healthy,
wealthy and wise?" Dad and Ruby were going out and I was going to bed early
again.

I was growing up and things were happening inside of me with strange
feelings building up and my prick getting hard for no reason that I
understood. It was easer sending me to bed rather then talk about it.

Hey, what did I know then? Less than I know now.

* * * * * * * * *

We moved into another small house after dad married Ruby, the lady he had
hired to take care of me. I think a justice of the peace married them but I
didn't know, I wasn't with them when they did it.

Ruby had a baby not long after we moved and things really changed. She and I
never did get along and I wasn't much help I guess. I resented her trying to
take mom's place and trying to get me to call her MOM, no way. She would
tell my dad when he got home how bad I had been and I'd either get a strong
talking too or sometimes an ass whipping. None of this endeared her to me.

They named the baby Douglas; Dad converted the attic into a bedroom for me
and he got my room. At first I resented that, the new baby took my room away
from me and when it was time for bed I had to go through what was my room
and up the stairs to my new room. After awhile though I liked the change,
the new room was my domain and I enjoyed being alone away from her bitching.

When the second baby was born, it didn't change my life much. They named the
new baby, another boy, Dennis. With two babies only a year or so apart a few
more chores fell on me like taking the diaper pail to the cellar and washing
the shit out of them.  When I finished that daily job and took out the other
trash from the kitchen, I had more time to myself after I was finished.

World War II started when I was 6 months past my 10th birthday. Dad wanted
to enlist but he was rejected and classified way down on the lists of those
that would be called. He had 3 boys and worked in a factory that was called
essential to the war effort.  Him and Ruby had a hell of a fight about him
wanting to enlist and for a couple of nights he slept with me. That was the
usual result of them having a fight. I knew when they were fighting because
I could hear them and then it wouldn't be long before dad would come
stomping up the steps hollering, "move over Lenny, your old man needs some
sleep."

My dad was a big man and had a real hairy chest, huge muscles and a very
large uncut cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of him when he undressed and
stood next to the bed scratching the hair on his chest and around his balls.
His cock always looked like it would get a little bigger when he scratched
his balls and his cock would flop up and down. He would sit on the edge of
the bed after throwing the covers back stretching and I could see the
muscles of his back bulge. I didn't know why I liked looking at him and my
little 3" prick would get real hard and sort of ache while I squeezed it.

Dad would roll into bed and ruffling my hair he would say "goodnight bud"
and then turn over with his back to me and I turned with my back to him with
tingling feelings in my crotch and I squeezed my prick but it just seemed to
get harder when I did and I would shiver a little from the feelings I got
like I had electric shocks setting my groin on fire. I didn't know that I
was on the verge of puberty and that's what was causing the way I felt.

Dad would get up before me since he had to be at work by 7AM. Doug and
Dennis would be sleeping and I tiptoed though their room hoping they
wouldn't wake up and start crying. Ruby would start screaming and pitch a
bitch when it happened. I hated going through their room carrying my shoes.

Dad always left a bowl of cornflakes or wheaties on the table with my lunch,
usually a bologna sandwich with an apple or orange and maybe a Hostess cup
cake.  Ruby never got up that early, you could have set a bomb off and it
wouldn't wake her up but the babies crying would set her off.

After eating I'd go down in the cellar and out the side door. Rain, sun or
snow I walked to school. We didn't have a car and even if we did gas was
rationed for those that did. If it was a really nasty day in the winter, Dad
would leave a nickel on the table and I could catch the bus but most of the
time I saved the nickel and walked anyway.

Tommy Jones, my best friend from down the street, and I would meet and walk
together. Tommy was two years older than me but we were pretty much alike.
We both had brown hair and eyes and the same height, almost. He was a little
heavier then me but he was into wrestling at school. The coach said I was a
little light to wrestle. I didn't think I was but he was the coach so I just
watched Tommy. His shoulders and biceps looked like they were bigger each
time he wrestled and I don't know why but I'd get a tingling feeling
watching his muscles ripple as he strained trying to pin the boy he was
against.  We asked the coach if we could work out together but Coach Rector
always said I didn't weigh enough and might hurt myself. He had coached my
dad and he always said I wasn't as big as him but he didn't want me hurt and
dad jumping all over him. My body was pretty tight but I wasn't building
muscles like Tommy was. Basketball seemed to be the only sport I could play.

Tommy's dad was killed in a freak accident at the same plant my dad worked
at and he was really upset by it. When my dad & I went too the funeral we
sat with him and his mother and he held my hand crying. I felt bad for him
and squeezed his hand a few times trying to let him know how I was feeling.
He would look at me with tears in his eyes and squeeze me back, a little
smile on his face. His mother went to work at the GE Plant and he was alone
a lot after she started working and we became closer to each other after
that.

He always said I was lucky; I had a couple of brothers. I always told him
they were just babies and he was more like my brother then them. He still
told me I was lucky and wished he had a real brother.

				* * * * * * * * *

We both liked building model airplanes and we spent hours in my room
building balsa wood models that you could buy in boxes. Dad built us a table
with a sheet of plywood and two sawhorses and he put two lights over it, we
didn't have florescent lights then. There was plenty of room and we worked
side by side and we built several models and split them between his room and
mine hanging them from the ceiling.

One time, Tommy was building a P38 and I was trying to build a Spitfire but
I was having trouble with mine, I couldn't get one little piece to stay in
place on the wingtip. Out of frustration, I stood up knocking against the
table. Tommy's model moved and he hollered, "Oh fuck, now look what you
did."

He was using a razor blade and when I jumped up the blade cut one piece he
was working on in half but I hadn't heard him say anything like had.

"I'm sorry Tommy, that wing tip made me mad. But what was it you said when I
jumped up?"

"Waddaya mean? I just said look what you made me do, that's all."

"No you didn't Tommy, you said something else. I've never heard you say
anything like that, what does "of fuck" mean?"

It surprised me when he said it; I had never heard a word like that before.
Tommy was sort of stammering trying to think of what to say.

"It's something you say when your surprised by something someone else does.
It's sort of like a cuss word. Haven't you ever heard your dad say something
like that? You don't say it all of the time though, some people don't like
it."

"Where did you hear it? My dad cusses once in awhile but he never said
anything like that. He would say hell, damn, shit or Christ, words like
that. I said damn once and he really jumped on me about it. He told me what
some of the cuss words mean that he uses but he said people don't really
talk like that unless they're really mad about something. He didn't say
anything about the word you just used. Did you hear it from someone else?"

"No, I read it in a comic book I found under the outside steps at school.
You don't really know what fuck means, for real?"

When I told him I didn't, I think he thought I was lying the way he looked
at me. He jumped up and almost knocked the table over when he did.

"Come on, let's go over to my house, I got something I wanna show you, come
on."

Tommy ran down the steps two at a time with me following sounding like a
herd of horses. Ruby was in the kitchen and started screaming when we run
through, "are you trying to knock the house down? Where are you boys going?
Lenny you still haven't cleaned the garage out like your dad told you he
wanted done."


"I'll get it done Ruby, don't worry. Were going over to Tommy's for a minute
don't worry about it." I said as the door slammed behind us with her still
screaming.

"You better get it done before your dad gets home or else!!"

She was screaming so loud just about anyone could have heard her, she always
screamed.

Instead of running around the house and using the sidewalk, Tommy scaled the
fence between our house and Mr. and Mrs. Donaldson in a single leap. Their
German Shepherd started barking but he was on a chain in the corner of the
yard by his house. We cut through the hedge that separated the Donaldson's
and the Barkley's. Mr. Barkley wouldn't install a fence. He liked his hedge
and him and Mr. Donaldson argued about it all of the time since he had to
chain his dog because Mr. Barkley wouldn't build the fence so he could run
loose. Dad sad he didn't blame Mr. Barkley for not building a fence since he
had lived there before Mr. Donaldson moved into the neighborhood.

Mrs. Donaldson wanted the dog since she was alone at night when Mr.
Donaldson was working and their son was away in the Army. Dad said that
didn't make sense since the dog was always chained in the yard.

There was an opening in the hedge between his house and Mr. Barkley's and we
used that instead of cutting through. We stopped running when we got in his
yard, gasping for breath.

"Darn Tommy what is so important we had to run like that?"

"You'll see." He gasped catching his breath. "Come on, follow me, it's in my
room.  Mom's not home from work yet. She won't be home until almost dark."

Tommy's house was a two story bigger then mine. His room was on the second
floor and he had the whole floor alone. After his father had died, his mom
closed their room off and locked it, moving down on the first floor. She
said it was easer for her since she had to go back to work after her husband
died and it wouldn't bother Tommy when she worked nights. Lots of women went
to work after the war started and Tommy said it didn't bother him being
alone when she was working. Some people in the neighborhood didn't think a
young boy should be alone like that but they didn't say that much about it
since Tommy didn't run around loose like some kids did.

Tommy told me he thought it was because she missed his dad so much and
couldn't stand being alone in their old room and only went upstairs to clean
his room and the bathroom. Kinda neat I thought. He was alone on the second
floor and I was alone on the second floor, we both lived on the second
floor. The only difference was my room was a converted attic and his wasn't.

Tommy raced up the steps but I walked. When I got to his room, he was
digging around in his closet looking for something. I sat on the edge of his
bed until he found what he was looking for.

He was on his knees and backed out with what three small books. He stood up
with a flushed look on his face and put them on the desk he had. Pulling off
his sweater, he opened the window about half way.

"Mom keeps the heat up and it's too fucking hot in here." He said grinning
at me, grabbing the books and sitting next to me.

I still didn't know what he meant by it when he said it again. He handed me
one of the books, it was a little bigger then a deck of playing cards and
the paper was not as stiff. The cover of the book he handed me had printed
on it in big black letters, "Maggie and Jiggs".  They were cartoon
characters in the comic's section of the newspaper and every now and then
they had short subjects in the movies with the same name but I didn't
remember any comic books of them.

I opened the cover and inside on the first page Jiggs was standing in the
middle of what looked like a bedroom naked. His prick was huge and stuck out
in front of him. I slapped the book shut looking at Tommy feeling my face
blushing.

"Go ahead," he said grinning at me. "Look at some more of it."

Opening the book again and looking at the next page, Jiggs was holding his
prick in his hand and in a circle over his head like he was saying something
was printed "Boy I could use a good fuck." I turned the page and saw the
same thing except it looked like Jiggs hand was wrapped around the head of
his prick and saying "I wish Maggie was here, I'd shove my cock in her cunt
and fuck her silly."  Tommy took the book from me just as I was turning the
page.

"Here, let me have it. You can do it that way but let me show you another
way, its more fun."

He took the book from me, holding it like he was going to riffle a deck of
cards and her riffled the pages flipping them real fast. I leaned over and
the figures were moving as the pages flipped and at first it looked like
Jiggs was pulling his cock back and forth real fast and then a few pages
later he was sticking his prick in Maggie's cunt moving in and out of her
real fast while she had her legs wrapped around him. I couldn't read what he
was saying the pages were flipping so fast but I felt my prick starting to
get hard as Tommy flipped the pages.

Tommy closed the book after the last page flipped and he looked at me his
eyes shining a little.

"That is what fuck is Lenny. A guy sticks his hard cock in some girl's cunt,
that hole down where we got a cock and moves in and out of her until he gets
real excited and shoots off. I get excited when I watch it and my cock gets
hard."

I could see his chest moving faster and he was breathing heavier. "What do
you do then Tommy? My prick gets hard sometimes and I just squeeze it but I
have to wait until it gets soft again. I've seen my dad's cock when he has
slept with me after an argument with Ruby and I had funny feelings like I
wanted to touch his and my prick got hard just watching when he was
scratching his chest and balls. It looked like his cock was getting bigger
but he got in bed before it did and I couldn't see it anymore."

"Your dad sleeps naked Lenny?"

"I guess he does, he always has when he sleeps with me."

"Don't you beat off when your cock gets hard seeing him naked?"

"Beat off, I've never done anything like that, what do you do?"

"You've never beaten off Lenny? You've never had feelings like you wanted to
stroke your cock and feel good from doing it. You're almost 11 years old and
haven't learned how you beat your meat? I don't believe it; all boys do at
our ages. Don't you have any hair around your cock or under your arms yet
like I do? I haven't got much but it's getting thicker all the time. I had
some when I was 10 and I'm almost 13 now or I will be a couple of months
after you turn 11."

"I haven't got that much hair Tommy, just a little.  I've got some around my
cock and only a couple of hairs under my arms."

"Lemme see!! Show me what's growing around your cock. Come on, I'll let you
see mine."

Tommy stood up and it looked like his pants were building out. He undid his
belt and the buttons on his fly flipping it open so his white under shorts
showed. Rubbing his hand over the bulge in the middle of his fly, he moaned
a little when he did.

"Boy that feels good. Come on Lenny, if you want me to show you mine, you
gotta show me yours."

I still didn't understand what was happening except it felt like I was
getting hot and sweating and my cock was aching it was so hard. Tommy stood
in front of me rubbing the big bulge in his crotch with his hand and looked
at me with a grin on his face like he was daring me. He was breathing real
heavy and running the tip of his tongue over his lips and looking down at my
hand in my lap. I still wasn't sure about doing it but I sat on the bed
squeezing the bulge in my pants, it felt good.

"Come on Lenny, do it. Your cock must be hard the way you're squeezing the
bulge in your pants.  I ain't gonna show you mine if you don't show me
yours. Nothing is gonna happen."

My heart was beating a little faster as I watched him. I could see he was
really excited rubbing his cock in front of me. I looked up at him standing
over me with the end of my belt in my hand.

"What if your mom comes home and catches us Tommy? She'll tell my dad and we
both will be in trouble."

"Of fuck Lenny. Mom won't be home until almost dark, I told you that. But if
you don't wanna do it, lets go on back to your house but I'm gonna have to
beat my meat later when I come home." He said starting to button his pants.

"No, no, I'll do it just move back a little. I don't want us getting in
trouble, that's all."

"We won't get in trouble," he said backing up rubbing harder.

I couldn't really tell but it looked like Tommy had a bigger cock then me
from the size of the bulge in his pants and maybe I was afraid he would make
fun of me if he was bigger. He watched as I pulled my sweater over my head
laying it on the bed. Still sitting down I undid my belt and the buttons on
the fly of my pants, my fingers trembling. Tommy pushed his pants down,
moaning a little as he rubbed the bulge in his shorts.

"Stand up Lenny, I'll push my shorts down at the same time you do, that way
we will see each other at the same time okay?"

His voice sounded sort of thick and husky and he moved back just a little
more as I stood up facing him. I was trembling all over and it felt like
there was a fire in my crotch. He started pushing down on his shorts his
eyes looking straight at the bulge in my shorts. I pushed down a little
showing him the base of my cock with a few hairs sticking out. I saw some
hair over the base of his cock and it looked a lot thicker then what I had
around mine. He moved his hands in front of him with his fingers on the side
of his cock pushing the elastic band outwards.

"Do it this way Len, it's easier."

I did as he said and it was better that way then just pushing my shorts
down. He pushed down further and suddenly his cock sprang free bouncing up
and down and he was bigger. Leaning over he pushed his shorts and pants down
around his ankles. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pulling backwards
his foreskin slid back showing the head of his cock. He stood in front of me
holding his cock grinning. I felt a like I couldn't breath at first and then
inhaled sucking air into my lungs. He looked bigger then my dad's cock
looked.

"Okay Len, lets see yours."

My heart was beating fast when I pushed my shorts down leaning over letting
them fall around my ankles like he had done. My cock stood up a little
against my hard flat stomach and then dropped down, swinging a little from
side to side like it was waving.

"Damn Len, you must have about 5"s. You got a little hair, not as much as me
but you'll get more." He sort of whispered, licking his lips.

I watched as he was slowly moving his hand up and down the length of his
cock as we looked at each other.

"You do have more hair and your cock is bigger and thicker then mine is. How
big is it? Yours looks huge."

"It was almost 7" last time I measured it. You never measured yours?"

"I never thought about it. I could tell it was getting bigger that's all."

Tommy stopped stroking his cock and sat down on the bed taking his shoes and
clothes off telling me to do the same thing. While I was taking my shoes and
pants off he walked over to his desk, his thick cock waving from side to
side, and brought back a 12" wooden ruler.

"Stand up and lets see how big we both are."

Strangely, I didn't feel as nervous as I had when we were pulling our pants
and shorts down. It sort of felt good being naked with Tommy and I couldn't
take my eyes from his cock. He took the ruler and stuck it under my cock and
then he took his hand and pushed it down so he could see how long my cock
measured. I gasped at the feel of fingers wrapping around it squeezing it.
>From the feeling of his hand squeezing my cock it felt like I was going to
explode and I sucked air in between my teeth.

"Hey Lenny, your just a little over 5". He said, holding my cock tight
against the ruler."Measure mine now."

He handed me the ruler and I started getting nervous again even though I
wanted to see what his felt like. Placing the ruler like he did, my hand
trembled a little as I reached for his cock and he pushed his hips out a
little and the head of his cock touched my fingers. There was something a
little sticky coming from the slit in it but I wrapped my fingers around it
like he had mine. It felt like a hard pipe but soft and velvety and I could
feel it throbbing. Pushing it down like he did, his cock was a little over
7"s long.

"How big Lenny?" He asked me and when I told him his was 2"s longer then
mine, he sucked his gut in looking down at my hand still holding his cock
over the ruler. "What's it feel like?"

"Just like mine when it's hard Tommy, yours is bigger that's all, really
hard but soft and like smooth velvet." I said taking my hand away with the
ruler.

" Yeah, that's the way it feels when I hold it. You want me to show you how
to beat your meat Len?"

"Sure, but what was that sticky stuff coming out of yours when I was
measuring it?"

Holding his cock, he squeezed it sliding the skin back. The head was shaped
like a bullet just like mine only bigger. It got real red as he squeezed it
and I could see a drop of clear sticky liquid oozing out. Sitting down on
the bed again, he took his shirt off. His chest was bigger and more muscled
than I was from wrestling. There were large brown spots with dark nipples on
each breast muscle and he had a real flat hard stomach.

"Take your shirt off Lenny and sit down next to me. I'll show you what that
stuff was."

Tommy's eyes sort of shined looking at me and he was breathing pretty fast,
his smooth chest rising and falling as he squeezed and pulled on his cock. I
pulled my shirt over my head without unbuttoning it and dropped it on the
floor with my pants and shoes. Sitting next to him I could feel something
like an empty feeling in my stomach and tingling feelings in my cock and all
over me. He looked at me for a minute or two before reaching over touching
my chest. It felt like a lightening bolt went right through me when he
touched the nipples on my chest and I sucked my stomach in inhaling air
expanding my chest.

"Do you like that Len, the feel of my hand touching you?"

I looked at his cock sticking straight up and more of the stuff was dripping
down over the head. Looking at his face, his eyes were sort of gleaming, as
he looked right into mine his tongue sliding back and forth over his lips. I
felt my muscles tighten and then relax as he run his fingers over my chest
like he was tickling me. Everywhere he touched it felt like the shock you
got if you stuck your finger in a lamp socket. His hand slipped slowly down
until he touched the base of my hard cock scratching the few hairs I had
there. It felt good and I didn't want him to stop. I sat letting his hand
rub all over me.

"Watch me Len, do what I do." He whispered in my ear his mouth was so close.

He took his cock in his hand and wrapped his fingers around it. Leaning back
on his left arm he moved his hand up and down the length of his cock sliding
his foreskin over the head of it. I had taken my cock in my hand like he did
but I was fascinated watching him. His cock was so much bigger and thicker
then mine. I could smell an odor something like the smell of my shorts after
I took them off before I took a bath.

"Go ahead Len, lean back and do it just like I'm doing. It will feel real
good after you do it a little."

Leaning back like Tommy was I started stroking my cock like he was, my
foreskin sliding up and down. It felt so good that I trembled a little from
the feelings going through me. "God Tommy, it feels fantastic, almost like
my cock is on fire."

"I told you it would. Keep it up, don't stop and you'll get more feelings
from it the longer you do it."

We kept on stroking our cocks almost stroke for stroke. Tommy was going
faster and faster breathing real hard almost gasping. My cock felt harder
then it ever had and my hips started pushing upwards meeting my hand each
time I stroked down. I was beating my meat almost as fast as Tommy was when
he suddenly let out a long groan his body jerking and his hand almost a
blur. It scared me at first when I heard him groaning louder and then he
shuddered jerking his hips upwards.

"I'm gonna cum Len, Christ Len, its coming."

With a deep groan he squeezed his cock real tight swelling the head as
streams of a white sticky stuff shot out of the slit in the head all over
his stomach. I could hear him sucking air in his lungs, his muscles
tightening up as his body jerked 3 or 4 times and then he seemed to
collapse. His head fell over against my shoulder and he was breathing real
hard and it scared me a little. I was still holding my cock but it got
softer.  He was still holding his cock but it was getting softer in his hand
and sticky white stuff was all over his stomach. Breathing real heavy for a
few minutes with his head laying on my shoulder, he started relaxing and
breathing slower. I sat there, his head on my shoulder and still holding my
soft cock. I stopped beating my meat when he started groaning and bucking
around. The stuff coming out of his cock fascinated me.

After a few minutes he sat up and leaning over the side of the bed picked up
his shorts and started wiping the stuff off of his stomach and soft cock.
When he touched the head, he gasped inhaling deep.
He looked at me and then my hand still holding my soft cock he smiled.

"You didn't do anything did you Len?"

"Not like what you just did. What was all that stuff? You scared me a little
but you sure looked like you were enjoying what it was."

Laughing a little he squeezed my leg. "That was called having a climax
Lenny. All of that white stuff that comes out of the head of my cock is
called cum and it comes from inside your nuts, your balls make it. You
shouldn't have stopped jerking your cock or you would have gotten the same
feelings like I did and maybe you would have cum like I did. It feels like
your muscles are quivering and shaking all over your body and then start
tightening up as the feelings get stronger and stronger and you can't stop
jerking on your cock it feels so good. You don't want those feelings too
stop, especially the way your body and cock feels and you just keep on
sliding your hand up and down your cock getting harder and harder. A real
hot fiery feeling starts rushing up through your cock and the stuff just
flies out. Your heart is beating real fast, you have a hard time breathing
but it feels better every time you do it and after the first time, you wanna
do it some more."

"Gee Tommy, I wish I hadn't stopped now but I got sort of scared watching
you and that stuff coming out of your cock, I didn't know what was
happening.  I did like the way you rubbed my chest and all like you did. It
felt great and made me tingle all over, even in my cock and balls. Has
anyone done that too you?"

"Yeah, Roland & me did it too each other and I thought it would help you
relax and I wanted to do it. I was afraid you might get mad at me for doing
it but you seemed like you liked it."

"You and Roland Smith did things with each other? You never told me that
Tommy."

"Wellll, you don't go around telling people things like that. It's stuff
guys do together and its private like a secret."

Tommy sat with his hand on my thigh and I felt my cock sort of swell up as
he touched me. He moved his hand over my skin and it felt good. He was
right, I liked the feel of him rubbing me and my cock was getting harder the
more he rubbed. It made me feel sort of dreamy like and all excited when he
touched my nipples.

"You aren't mad at me are you Len?" He whispered softly squeezing my thigh
and running his hand down over the real soft skin on the inside, his fingers
touching my balls lightly sort of tickling me.

I inhaled real deep and sighed at the feeling I was getting from his touch.
Looking in his face, I said softly, "why should I get mad at you Tommy?
You're my best friend."

Tommy moved his hand further up between my legs touching my nuts and my
muscles tightened, my breathing quickening, as he squeezed them gently. I
felt like they were hurting a little but they weren't as he rolled them
around with his fingers. His eyes locked with mine his hand holding my nuts,
there was a real soft almost loving look in his eyes and I felt warm all
over.  Releasing my nuts he put his hand on my chest pushing me gently
backwards.

"Lay back Len." He said softly. "Scoot up on the bed."

I hadn't removed my socks when we took our clothes off and my feet slipped
on the blankets so I took them off scooting up on the bed beside Tommy
twisting around so we were facing each other both of us holding our heads up
leaning on our elbows. His cock looked like it was only half hard and sort
of hanging down the head of it touching the bed. I was a just little taller
then him but our cocks were right across from each other and my cock wasn't
as hard as it was when he was touching me but I could feel it swelling a
little. He had a sort of soft dreamy look in his eyes. I could see a little
patch of dark brown hair in his armpit and I touched it making him giggle a
little.

"That tickles Lenny. You have a couple there too."

We lay facing each other just breathing and I felt like I wanted to hold him
close to me. I touched one of his nipples and he tightened up a little
sucking his breath in. I run my finger around his nipple and felt it getting
hard and I could see the other one getting the same way. He moved his hips a
little closer, his eyes still sort of dreamy.

"Tommy, would you tell me what you and Roland did?"

"Well, we weren't naked like we are now. The first time I saw Roland's cock;
we were pissing down by the creek on the way home from school. His cock
looked like it was about as big as mine soft. I was getting the feelings
I've been telling you about and my cock would get real hard mostly when I
was in bed. I really didn't understand why but I knew a little about why it
would get that way from hygiene class in school. Mr. Duncan explained some
of the things boys and girls do together and why boys would get what he
called an erection. That's what they call it when your cock gets real hard.
He might tell your class about it next year but I don't know. Some of the
kids told their parents what he had said and I think he got in trouble for
doing it. Anyway, after that I started stroking mine when it got hard and I
would get all kinds of feelings all over me like I did a little while ago.

It surprised me when I saw Roland was not much bigger then me, he wasn't
much bigger then you are. He saw me looking at him and he started moving his
fingers up and down his cock, he doesn't have skin over the head of his like
you and me, he's what they call circumcised. They cut the skin off when
you're a baby for some reason. He started getting hard moving his fingers
like he was and I did too."

Tommy was starting to breath a little faster and he moved his hand down over
his cock squeezing it. I was getting hard again and my cock and groin felt
real warm. I had never thought about sex with anyone before, hell, I
wouldn't have known what it was until now. Listening to what Tommy was
saying sort of explained why I felt like holding him and why I got those
feelings.

"Did you do anything then?"

"Yeah, he asked me if I jerked off much. When I told him I did ever now and
then, he told me he did it at least twice a day, sometimes more. His cock
was real hard sticking out of his pants and he asked me if I could shoot
stuff. When I told him no but I got real tingly all over when I did he said
lets jerk off. I wanted to see what he was talking about so we sat on a big
log that had washed up from the creek during some flood. We took our pants
down, his cock was thicker then mine but not as long and he had lots of hair
around it on his stomach like I'm getting now. He's 16 so I guess that's why
he has more hair. He held his cock sort of loose like since he doesn't have
skin like us. I was jerking my cock like he was. God Lenny, its kind of hard
explaining how I felt. It was as if my whole body was being squeezed and I
could hardly breath. Electricity was running all through me and my hand
wouldn't stop. Roland was groaning and his hand was almost a blur sliding up
and down his cock the sticky stuff that oozed our made it easier for him to
stroke his cock. I almost forgot he was next to me when it started feeling
like my cock was on fire and it was going to explode. Jeez but it felt so
good and I jerked myself faster and squeezing it tight when stars started
shooting though my eyes and head and I could hardly breath. I felt something
sticky sort of oozing out of the slit where piss comes out when you pee. I
groaned real loud not paying attention to Roland until I felt his hand go up
under my shirt rubbing all over my chest. He was sort of cooing real low as
he was rubbing me and saying, "shoot it Tommy shoot it out" and he kissed my
lips real soft like and I felt hot sticky stuff smearing all over the head
of my cock. You talk about feeling good Lenny, wait until you feel that way
all over and you won't want it to stop."

My cock felt like a steel rod and real hot thinking about what he was
saying. We both were stroking our cocks and every now and then his cock
would touch the head of mine we were laying so close to each other and I
felt the sticky stuff oozing from it again. Tommy's eyes were shining and he
was licking his lips as he moved closer to me. He stopped beating his meat
and put his arm over me moving his hand up and down my back sending shivers
through me.

"Jesus Tommy, that feels good." I sort of whimpered and he kept on doing it.
I felt sort of weak all over and I shuddered.

He leaned his head forward and his lips touched mine, it felt like
electricity running through me and I pressed back feeing the tip of his
tongue touching my lips, his lips were real soft. We pressed our lips
together for a few seconds before he leaned back looking at me with shining
eyes his hand running all over my back and around my butt cheeks. God but it
felt so good and I didn't want him to stop.

"Do you like that Lenny? It makes you feel good doesn't it? I like feeling
your body Len, you don't mind do you, me rubbing and kissing you?"

All I could say was "Ugh, ugh". I put one arm above his on the pillow and
slipped the other over his waist and laid my head on the pillow.

Tommy pushed his hips tight against mine feeling hot and hard his cock was
and he pushed harder against mine. He dropped his head down on the pillow
with mine, his hand playing with my hair real gentle. He started moving his
hips and our cocks were sliding back and forth over each other the sticky
stuff spreading around between us and he whispered, "feels good doesn't it
Len? I like feeling my cock pressing against yours. You want to feel really
good?"

"Yeah Tommy make me feel real good like you were telling me you felt. Kiss
me again please, I liked that, no one has kissed me since my mother went
away."

I don't know why I said that about my mother but his lips felt just like
hers had when she kissed me. I was feeling so good and I wanted to do
anything Tommy wanted. I felt like a warm mist was flowing over and around
me and he was making me feel that way and I didn't want him to stop what he
was doing. All I could do was moan his name.

"Tommy, Tommy."

He leaned his head in again his lips and the tip of his tongue touching
mine. My eyes were closed but I opened my lips and very quickly he pushed
his tongue into my mouth and I gasped just a little at the feel of his
tongue twisting feeling inside of my mouth. He tasted sort of sweet as we
twisted our tongues around in each other's mouths. His arm over me pulled me
closer against him and I could feel his heart beating as fast as mine was.
Tommy ground his hips real tight against mine and he groaned softly, huskily
whispering, "God but you feel good next to me Lenny, I love holding you like
this."

"So do I Tommy, so do I. You feel so hot, your body touching me like this."

We kissed for a little longer and then he moved his hips away from mine his
hand pushing me over almost flat on my back. He took my cock in his hand and
squeezed it tight, I gasped, tightening up at the feelings rushing through
me and then sighed real long when he started sliding his hand up and down. I
moved a my butt a little giving him more room and he moved closer putting
his leg over mine. His cock was pushing against my hip and I could feel it
throbbing as he stroked me and we kissed again.

I tried reaching for his cock but he just murmured shaking his head stroking
me faster.

"Lay still Len, just relax. Let me do it for you."

"But I want to feel yours Tommy, I want to do it for you too."

"Later you can if you still want to. Right now just lay there and enjoy the
feelings."

I did as he said and relaxed a warm feeling flowing over me again. My cock
felt bigger and tingled like I hadn't felt before. Every now and then he
would skin it back and let his fingers squeeze my balls. They weren't as big
as his but it really felt good when he held the skin on my cock all the way
back, his fingers squeezing my balls and then pull it up again over the head
squeezing it tight. I closed my eyes thinking about what he was doing when
he kissed one of my nipples his hot tongue touching me and I gasped sucking
my stomach in feeling the shock rush through me as he nipped it with his
teeth. I groaned real loud and my hips lifted to meet his hand. He was
humping my thigh and I could feel his slick cock sliding against me with
each stroke of my cock and he moaned softly, kissing my chest.

My cock started feeling like it was about to explode it got so hard and fire
felt like it was running up through it. I started moaning louder and he was
moving his hand up and down on my cock faster and really pushing his cock
against me. I didn't know what was happening but my whole body tightened up
as I thrust my hips upwards, almost screaming out loud.

"Something is happening Tommy, oh my god Tommy don't stop keep jerking me oh
Christ, Jesus, fuck, shit don't stop."

Tommy let out a real loud groan and jerking my cock down and then up again
he squeezed real tight. I felt like I was taking a badly needed piss when he
squeezed me and real hot stuff was spreading all over my stomach. Both of us
jerked a few times moaning and twisting around. Tommy held me real tight and
I held his head tight against my chest. Every muscle in my body was
straining and I could hear myself moaning from somewhere down inside of me.
We both were gasping for air and his heart was beating as fast as mine.
After a few minutes my body started relaxing and my cock getting softer.
Tommy lay with his head on my chest and I was playing with his hair while he
rolled and moved my cock around over my hard flat stomach.

I guess I was feeling the same way he had earlier. My whole body felt real
warm like the mist was all around us. It really felt good holding Tommy with
his head on my chest.

Lifting his head he looked into my eyes grinning at me. "You just had your
first climax Lenny, you shot some stuff out of your cock. Not as much as me
and not as thick but I bet it felt real good didn't it?"

"Its like you said before, kind of hard explaining. It sort of hurts but it
doesn't. It feels like you're on fire and electricity is running all through
you."

"Yeah, that's about it. It gets better the more you do it. Your cum will get
thicker and you make more of it as you get older. Want to see what you did?"
I scooted up on my elbows looking down at my cock. He held it up so I could
see how red and slick it was. There was a drop of cum in the slit and I
touched it lifting it to my mouth, it tasted sort of sweet, salty sweet
like."

"Hey, I've never done that, what's it taste like?"

"Not bad, try yours and see if you want to know."

Scooping some up with his fingers he tasted it and licked his fingers clean.
Grinning at me he pushed his head upwards, putting his lips on mine and
kissed me putting some of his cum in my mouth with his tongue and mixing it
with our saliva and my cum, we both swallowed it.

"That makes us almost brothers now. I tasted yours and you tasted mine all
mixed up together."

"Damn Tommy, you are something else. No wonder I like you so much. I
wouldn't have done this with no one else, not even Roland Smith or anyone.
Boy did you make me feel good, when can we do it again?"

"Getting all horny on me now that you know what it feels like. We can do it
whenever you want but we got to be careful. We don't want anyone else
knowing we did it with each other."

I snuggled a little closer pulling his arm around me. "How about now?" I
said looking into his soft brown eyes.

"You are horny. Christ Lenny I just shot twice look at all the shit I shot
on your stomach when you were cumming at the same time as me."

I was a little disappointed but he was probably right, there would be more
times. He picked up his shorts again and turning them inside out he cleaned
us up. My cock was still sensitive and so was his, we both giggled as he
runs the cloth back and forth over us. Tossing the shorts across the room at
his clothes hamper he snuggled closer holding me and I held him. We kissed
again lightly looking into our eyes. Strong feelings were filling me for
him; I knew he would be my friend forever.

"You sure you're not mad at me Lenny for doing this? I haven't been naked
like this with anybody else. Seeing Roland doesn't count, we only dropped
our pants. I've wanted to do it with you but I really didn't know how you
would feel about it. I've always wanted a brother and now I've got one.
After what we just did that makes you my brother you know."

Tommy was sort of talking dreamy like running his fingers up and down over
my ribs. I liked the feeling of his hand on my and looking at his face. His
chest was rising and falling. I lowered my head and kissed one of his
nipples. He sucked air between his teeth. I liked making him feel good like
he made me.

"Tommy, I'll always be your brother and love you like a brother." I
whispered softly nuzzling my nose between the thick muscles on his chest and
then looking at him. It felt like my heart ached, swelling at the feelings I
was having and the way he was looking at me.

Yeah I thought, he's my brother and always would be.

The war raged around the world but our world, Tommy's and mine, was a world
of learning more about each other and the feelings we both had.

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