Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2008 00:28:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Draconis VonTrapp <dracovontrapp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Birthday Cake

Disclaimer: I do not own the game [Twister] mentioned in this fic. 

Birthday Cake 
By
Draconis VonTrapp


It was a birthday party. Dakota had just turned twelve, now in sixth grade,
and he was enjoying his heavily-iced, sugary birthday cake while Jared
watched from down the table, a piece of cake on his plate untouched, punch
undrunk.

Him and Dakota had always been best friends since kindergarten when Jared
asked him if he'd like to be friends, to which Dakota agreed. The rest, as
they say, is history.

Finally getting into middle school was a big accomplishment. Jared's mother
had always worried that he'd never graduate fifth grade because of his
failing math grade. Luckily, after his teacher had mercifully fudged him
two points into a 70, he barely passed and was now a freshman with his best
friend.

Jared had always been fascinated with Dakota. He had impossibly light blond
hair and blue eyes that were almost gray. He had dimples, which for some
reason unknown to him, Jared liked.

Jared however, had brown hair and brown eyes. Nothing special here. He'd
like to think he was a little taller than his friend, but if he was it was
only about half an inch.

They'd both just started puberty; acne, growing pains, you name it. They
were still rather short, still only about as tall as a girl, but were
catching up. You probably wouldn't be able to tell by their appearances
that they had started puberty. They both still held their childlike faces
and slim bodies.

Dakota was a truly beautiful boy. He'd been mistaken for a girl more than
once, but he was always good-natured about it. He'd always had lots of
friends and went to lots of parties and such with them. Jared, however, was
more of a loner and didn't like being around crowds. An emo kid in the
making, if you will. He read for fun while other boys played soccer and
football. Lord of the Rings and other exciting fantasy stories were his
idea of a good time.

But now he was surrounded by people who weren't his friends with cake he
wouldn't eat and somewhere he didn't want to be. These were <i>Dakota's</i>
friends, none of whom liked Jared much. He came to spend time with his
twelve-year-old friend, not be shoved in a corner with everyone's moms.

Jared always thought himself as weird. Such as, not knowing that most kids
did this, too, he started touching himself when he was about seven. When he
was nine he found out that if he touched himself enough, he grew. He didn't
understand what was happening, only that it felt good somehow.

Jared stood up and started towards the bathroom to relieve himself. The
bathroom was at the end of a very long hall, he thought he might not make
it in time. He couldn't hear the noise of the party inside the bathroom. He
stepped into a stall, peed, and then came back out. After washing his
hands, the door opened and Dakota stepped in.

"Hey, Jerry. You weren't hanging out with anyone, come on!" he grabbed
Jared's still-wet hand and tried to pull him out, but Jared resisted.

"I think I'll just go home," he said lamely, blushing for a reason he
didn't know. Dakota looked into his eyes, which made him blush more, so he
looked away.

"How come? The party's just started. We were gonna play Twister," he said
in a pleading tone. Jared felt guilty. He didn't want to stay, but Dakota
did. He'd feel guilty if he left, but he hated it here! He
just... wow... Dakota had really pretty eyes...

"Jerry?" he asked uncertainly. Jared shook his head slightly.

"I'm just..." He sighed. "Alright, I'll stay."

"Yay!" his friend exclaimed cutely. Dakota really was cute... "C'mon!" he
pulled Jared out of the bathroom and into the hall. He could hear people
laughing and talking loudly inside Dakota's house. He suddenly felt extreme
anxiety and didn't want to go in. He stopped walking.

"Jerry, are you okay?" Dakota asked. Jared shook his head slightly.

"Can we stay here... for just a minute?" he asked quietly. Dakota nodded
and leaned against the carpeted wall. Jared leaned next to him, able to
feel his body heat... he felt himself growing...

"Jared, how come you're always by yourself?" Dakota asked, genuinely
wondering. Jared didn't expect him to understand what it was like to be
unpopular and 'weird'. He sighed.

"I like being by myself. When I'm by myself, no one can hurt me." And hurt
him they did. It seemed like every time he tried to make a friend, they'd
give him a 'you're a freak' look and shun him. He's had his feelings hurt
enough to know not to make friends, because friends hurt you. The only one
that's never hurt him was Dakota... dear, sweet Dakota...

"But being by yourself isn't any fun at all," Dakota replied, wrinkling his
nose, which Jared thought was adorable. "And I won't hurt you," he said
softly looking into Jared's brown eyes.

Dakota's lips were parted ever so slightly, and his head was tilted towards
him, giving him an air of innocence. Jared felt himself growing more.

Girls had crushes on boys, right? So why couldn't boys have crushes on
boys? Wasn't it just as normal?

Jared shuffled towards Dakota slightly so that they shared body heat. He
smelled good... like icing from the cake. Jared's pants were constricting a
bit too much. Dakota started blushing.

The blond-haired boy turned so his shoulder was leaning against the wall,
facing Jared, who was a hairsbreadth away from him. Their noses almost
touched. Jared suddenly wanted to...

He tentatively placed a hand on Dakota's chest, who let out a whimpering
breath. He put his other hand on Dakota's shoulder and leaned in slightly
so their lips barely brushed. Dakota let out another breathy noise and felt
himself growing, too.

"Jerry..." he whispered. Dakota put his hands hesitantly on Jared's hips
and his eyes went to half-mast. He leaned in so their lips pressed together
very softly, just the arc and the plump of their bottom lips
touching. Jared didn't know why he was doing it, kissing his best
friend. It just seemed like the right thing to do. He'd seen his sister do
it with her boyfriend lots of times. He wracked his brain trying to
remember exactly what she did...

He slid his hand down Dakota's chest slowly, caressing his flat
stomach. Dakota moaned softly and arched slightly into his touch. Getting
bolder, Jared pressed their lips together fully. Dakota tasted of birthday
cake and fruit punch.

Without realizing it, Jared was now leaning between Dakota's legs, who's
back was against the wall. Their crotches pressed together, and both
preteens moaned. Dakota slid his arms around Jared's waist and held him
firmly, not wanting to let go. Jared had his weight supported on the wall
behind him.

"Jerry... can I try something?" he asked breathlessly. Jared
nodded. Without wasting time, Dakota thrust up a bit, creating more
friction between them, and Jared moaned louder than he wanted to. He bit
his lip. "What's happening?"

"I don't know," Jared answered honestly.

"Why'd you kiss me?" Dakota asked softly, looking as his shoes.

"I don't know," he repeated, still honest. "I just wanted to."

"But why? I mean... isn't it wrong?" he asked, sounding a bit
ashamed. Jared shrugged.

"I don't see how something that feels so good can be wrong," Jared
figured. Dakota huffed a laugh and looked up shyly.

"I don't, either." And he kissed Jared again. "Is it okay if I kiss you?"

Jared nodded. Dakota closed his eyes and started moving his lips against
Jared's. He softly stroked his back, and Jared felt bigger than he's ever
felt before. He wondered what it looked like...

"Can we go into the bathroom?" Jared asked. Dakota nodded, and they ran
back into the boys' restroom and locked the door. Jared unbuttoned and
unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxers down slightly to reveal his first
ever hard-on. He gasped.

"It's never done that before," he said softly. He heard the faint sounds of
Dakota undoing his pants and then heard him gasp.

"Mine, either. Can I... I mean..." He gestured to Jared's cock. The
dark-haired boy looked at him quizzically. Thinking that actions speak
louder than words, Dakota walked towards him and touched the very tips of
his fingers to the swollen head of Jared's cock. Jared moaned and his knees
went wobbly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I won't-"

"Do that again..." Jared said, panting. Dakota looked at him strangely
before touching his dick again, and again he whimpered.

"I need to sit, or I'll fall over," Jared rasped out. Dakota nodded, and
they fell to their knees on the tile floor of the bathroom. The blond
scooted over until they were knee-to-knee and replaced his hand on Jared's
length.

"Unnn..." He said weakly. Dakota, happy at this reaction, gripped his cock
lightly and pulled upward. "Ahhh..!"

"Is it really that good?" he asked. Jared nodded.

"Here, see?" he reached over and grabbed Dakota's virgin cock and pumped it
once, and Dakota keened over with a loud moan that was making very pleasant
sensations ripple through Jared. And so, their mutual wanking began.

For minutes the only sounds heard in the bathroom were their mutual labored
breathing and soft moans. They sat up on their knees, still jerking each
other off, and started kissing again.

Jared started thrusting up into Dakota's hand, feeling his muscles seizing
up.

"What's... happening...?" he asked himself. He didn't know what was going
on! Heat stirred in his belly, his toes curled, and his testicles
tightened. He made a strange cough-moan noise and his cock erupted with
thick streams of something white, and then the feeling was gone. Jared had
had his first orgasm.

"F-Faster, Jerry," Dakota panted, his hand colored with the white
stuff. Jared pumped faster and faster, and soon enough, Dakota's eyes
squinched shut and he yelled shortly, his cock too retching the white
stuff.

"W-What was that?" Jared asked.

"I donno... it was wonderful, though," he said, still breathing hard.

They cleaned off the white spunk in the sink with paper towels and tucked
themselves back in.

"We should get back to the party," Dakota said shyly. For some reason,
Jared felt immensely better after his orgasm, and he agreed. They walked
together from the bathroom back down to the party.