Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2012 14:54:53 -0800
From: Zyngaru <zyngaru@ml1.net>
Subject: Close Encounter of a Different Kind

Disclaimer:  No Sexual Content.  There is Sexual Language and Nudity.

Note To Reader: This story is completely fictitious.  It is totally a work
of fiction.  Absolutely no character in this story is real and any
resemblance to a real person, living or dead is totally coincidental.
Every piece of this story has come from the delusional mind of a wannabe
author with no control over his imagination.

This is one of my first stories so it is a little rough.  But because it is
one of my first stories, I don't want to change it from what it is, to what
it could be.  I hope you enjoy this story, but whether you do or not, I
would appreciate you giving me feedback as to why.  zyngaru@ml1.net


Close Encounter of a Different Kind
By Daniel

"It's just not fair!  No matter what I do, it just isn't enough.  No matter
what I say, it's always wrong.  I can't do nothing right.  He wants what I
can't give him.  It's just not right!  It's just not fair!"

As I kick the dirt making it fly up into a huge dust cloud for the fiftieth
time.

"And what's more I am talking to myself.  No!  Not just talking to myself
but holding a conversation with myself.  I am going nuts.  That's what I
am.  Terry is driving me 'freakin' nuts!"

I look up from my ramblings and see that I have walked all the way out to
the woods on the edge of town.  I have no idea how I got here or who I
passed along the way or even if anyone really cares.  I hate having fights
with Terry.  He has a way of getting under my skin like no one else can.
And worse it is the same old argument.

"He just won't let it drop.  It's not fair!  He knows I don't want that.
But you know you really do want it, he always argues back.  But no I don't,
I always counter.  Why can't he listen to me.  I mean what I say.  But he
thinks I'll like it.  He says I should let him.  Why should I have to be
the one to give in?"

I kick the dirt for the fifty-first time, making another large cloud of
dust fly up in all directions.

"Hey, watch out up there!  What you think you're doing?  There's someone
down here, you know!  And I would like to be able to breathe without a
mouth full of dirt!"

Startled from the yells coming from below the cliff, I look over to see a
boy covered from head to toe in dirt, that I had just kicked on him.

"Sorry!  I'm really sorry.  I didn't know you were sitting down there."

This dirt covered face looks up at me.

"That's okay, just watch where you're kicking dirt next time. Okay?"

Then he stands up and attempts to brush some of the dirt off himself.

"You could come down here and give me a hand with this, since it's your
dirt that I'm covered in."

"Sure, no problem.  I'll be happy to give you a hand."

I answer as I stumble over the side of the cliff and start brushing the
dirt off this boy I had accidentally assaulted in my furry over Terry.  My
hands are going a mile a minute, brushing down his shirt and pants,
stirring up more dirt as I go.  Soon we are both coughing.

"Hey dude, stop!  I can't breathe at all now.  Just Stop!"

"Sorry, really I'm sorry.  I can't seem to do anything right today.  Really
I am so sorry."  I say, as I reach over and brush the front of his pants,
rubbing the bulge, I see forming.

"Hey you said that already.  It's okay.  Just stop stirring up more
dust. Okay?"

He says, as I see he is boning up, as I rub the front of his pants.

"Stop!"  He yells.

I stop brushing him off, and stand there, eyeballing this really cute dirt
encrusted boy.  I just stare at him.  Looking up and down, stopping where
the bulge in his pants has started disappearing. He continues to brush more
dirt out of his hair making more dust fly making us both cough.

"Like what you see?"

Somewhere, sometime, he had stopped brushing the dirt off and caught me
staring at him.

"Ah?  Uh?  Mm?"

I feel my face turning red and getting hot and I have no idea what to say.
All I can do is stand there stammering.  I can feel my heart pounding in my
chest and it is getting hard to breathe and it has nothing to do with the
dirt flying around.

He smiles and starts laughing.

"It's okay little dude.  No need to get all hot and bothered."

"I'm sorry.  Really I am." I apologize more.

"I know, you keep saying that.  Don't let it bother you.  I needed a good
laugh.  This hasn't been the best of mornings."

"Ya, my morning hasn't been to great either." I say.

"So, dirt kicker, who are you?" He asks me.

"I'm Danny and I'm really very, very sorry."

"Hi Danny, I'm Kris."

And he sticks out his hand for me to shake.

  "I really, really, really am sorry, it's just that I got so much to think
about I wasn't watching where I was going." I say as I shake his hand up
and down and up and down continuously.

With an effort, he pulls free of my hand and smiles at me really big, and
says.

"Must be girl trouble, Right?  That's the only thing that will make a guy
go nuts like that."

I cough and start stammering an answer.

"We...ll, we...ll, sort of."

I say, as my face goes red hot again, and my heart starts beating faster.

Then Kris smiles really big, and says, "Ah!  Boyfriend trouble, Hey?"

I jump back, scared as hell.  I look behind me for a way to escape.  My
mind starts racing, trying to think of what to do. I am in complete shock
at being outted by this complete stranger. I am sure it has registered all
over my face that, in no time this Kris has discovered I'm gay.  How did he
do that?  No matter, I can outrun him.  I'm sure.  If he comes at me, I'll
take off as fast as I can run.

"Whoa, whoa little dude.  Don't go mousy on me here.  Dicks swing both
ways.  It doesn't matter to me, if yours swings towards guys.  So, I guess
maybe, your boyfriend's dumping on you?  Hey?  I can relate to that dude,
my girlfriend is ragging on me too."

"You don't care that I'm gay?  You aren't just saying that so you can beat
me up later are you?  I really can't deal with anything else right now.
Terry is giving me a bad time and I don't need you to beat me up right now,
Okay?  Hell, I can't think straight or anything.  Terry's got me talking to
myself, and walking around all lost and then I kick dirt all over you.  And
you find out I'm gay.  Now I got to worry about you beating me up."  I
ramble on, as I feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"Hey, slow down dude.  Take a chill pill.  Breathe, okay." He tries to
comfort me.

"But, but, but."  I stammer.

"It's Danny?  Right?"

"Ya."

"Okay Danny, let's sit down, chill out, and talk okay?"

"Okay" Ok, I say but ready to rabbit just in case he's setting me up for
the kill.

"How old are you Danny?"  He asks as he sits down on the ground.

"13" I reply, as I hesitantly sit across from him.

"Whoa dude, way too young to be having boyfriend problems.  I'm 15 and I'm
too young to be having girlfriend problems, so I know you need to cool off
with this boyfriend of yours."

"Ya that's what I tell Terry, but he won't listen.  He never listens to me.
No one ever listens to me."

"Well, Danny, you got my attention, so talk to me. I'll listen to you and
then maybe you can listen to me, and we both might be able to dump our
problems.  What you say?"

So, right there in the middle of the woods, on a warm Saturday, summer
morning, two strangers, sit in the dirt at the bottom of a small cliff,
talk and talk and talk.  Opening their hearts to each other.

"Kris, my boyfriends name is Terry.  He's 14.  He's really cute. He's got
brown hair and brown eyes, and a smile that makes me want to melt.  Even
though he's a year older than me, we are the same size.  He gets teased at
school for being small but he just tells me that he's waiting for me to
start growing before he will, so we can grow together.  Isn't that cute of
him?  We met at scout camp when I was 11 and he was 12.  He had been a
scout forever but that was my first year and I had never been camping
before.  The first night the guys decided to play truth or dare as an
initiation for the new boys and my dare was to go inside the tent and get
naked and kiss whatever boy came in the tent on the lips.  Terry was the
boy that came in the tent.  Terry told me that all the boys who join this
scout troop had to do the initiation, but I wouldn't have to do it again,
unless I wanted to.  I told him that it was okay, it wasn't so bad, since
it was with him, and before lights out, Terry switched tents with my tent
mate and we became the 'bestest' friends.  That was the best weekend of my
life."

I told Kris.

"After that, Terry and I became inseparable.  We went everywhere and did
everything together.  He would sleepover at my house and I would sleepover
at his.  We watched each other closely as our bodies changed.  Terry and I
would jerk off together and I watched as he got hairs.  We counted them as
he got them.  Hehehe!  We played all the naked games together and had fun
playing with each other's dicks."

I continued my story.

"Kris, I know you can't understand, since you ain't gay, but it feels
really good playing with your dick and when Terry plays with mine, I feel
so, so, so wonderful.  We have been having fun like that for 2 years now.
Just Terry and me, no one else, ever!"

I tell Kris a little shyly.

"But Kris, Terry, isn't satisfied with just playing and jacking off with
our dicks, anymore.  He wants to put his up my butt.  I don't want that.
And that's why we fight.  He wants to fuck me, Kris.  I don't want to be
fucked.  He says if I love him, I would let him do it and I tell him if he
loves me he wouldn't make me.  So, Terry gets mad, when I say no, and I get
mad, because he won't stop asking.  I just don't know what to do?  I'm
afraid if I keep saying no, he's going to find another boy who will do it
with him and I will loose him.  But I don't think it's right to do that,
and I don't want to do that, and I'm afraid to do it.  And I think that
should be saved for later.  You know, when I'm grown up, maybe, when I'm 16
or 17, a man.  I think that should be saved for like marriage, just like
real couples do.  I'm so confused, though, because Terry says if I love
him, then I would do it with him.  But I don't want to do it, but I do love
him.  I love him more than anything.  What am I going to do Kris?"

I finish almost in tears again.

"Well Danny, little dude, that's why we are sitting here telling each other
our problems to see what we can do."  Kris tells me soothingly.

Then he begins his story.

"So, guess what.  You might be gay, and I'm straight, but we have exactly
the same problem.  My girlfriend, Christine, is 14 and the prettiest girl
in the world.  Long blond hair, with blue eyes, and a smile I would die
for.  I met her last year at a friend's birthday party.  We played spin the
bottle and we had to kiss each other, and it was awesome dude.  That was
the sweetest kiss.  She even opened her mouth so I could slip my tongue in.
Danny, she is the sweetest girl.  We started hanging out together and going
to the movies and stuff.  We played truth or dare at a friends house and I
had to get naked and she saw me, and when she had to get naked I saw her.
After that, we would sneak out here to the woods and get naked together and
touch each other.  She is so soft.  Danny, she is really soft and fun to
touch.  When she touches me, she makes me hard and then she jacks me off,
and I go insane, dude!  Little dude, jacking off isn't just for gay guys,
when Christine jacks me off, I go totally berserk.  I love her so much and
I know she loves me.  I want so much to do it with her.  You know, all the
way.  But she keeps saying no, that she wants to wait until she gets
married.  When she is stroking my dick, I keep pleading with her to let me
do it with her, and she says no every time.  She keeps saying no, that
we've got to wait.  I keep saying that if she really loves me, she would
let me, and then she gets mad, and then I get mad, and then we fight.  That
little dude is why I'm out here, sitting under this cliff, because we just
had another fight."

Kris finishes.

"Kris, You mean you fight with your girlfriend because she won't let you
stick it in her, and I fight with my boyfriend because I won't let him
stick it in me?"

"Yep, little dude.  Looks like we have the exact same problem, only in
reverse.  I want to do the fucking and you my little friend don't want to
be fucked."

"This is so twilight zone." I say.

"Yep, Danny, sure is.  Hey, I'm getting really hot, and this dirt is
sticking to me something awful.  You want to go for a swim, and get cleaned
up and cooled off? That is if you promise not to gay-me or anything!"  Kris
says laughing.

"Sure Kris, as long as you promise to keep that weapon of yours out of my
bum!"  I say laughing back.

So, after a long soul cleansing talk, we both get up, and walk deeper into
the woods to a small pond that we use for swimming.  When we get there, no
one else is around, which isn't surprising for a Saturday morning.  Most
boys don't come out here until late afternoon or at night.  Skinny-dipping
at night is the "funnest"!  Kris immediately pulls off his shirt and shoes,
while I work on untying my shoes.  By the time I get my sneakers and socks
off, Kris, is pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his 5-inch dick
hanging softly between his legs.  His nuts hang in a tight ball behind his
dick and he has a really nice bush of dark hairs, which makes me a little
self-conscious because my pubes haven't started growing in yet.

While I pull my shirt up over my head, Kris walks over and stands in front
of me completely naked.

"What's taking you so long Danny?  Thought you were gay dude?  You can't
get naked any faster than that?" He says smiling at me, while showing off
his long dick.

I just giggle and undo my pants and pull them and my briefs down at the
same time, revealing my hairless 3 inch dick and marble balls.

"Not bad little dude.  Hey, not bad at all.  If I weren't straight, I might
be tempted to attack that cute little pee shooter of yours, just for
giggles and grins!"

"Well, I am gay, and I will attack that monster kosher wiener of yours, if
you say one more word.  Hehehe!"

"ONE!  MORE!  WORD!  Hehehe!" He says teasingly.

And then, Kris runs for the pond with me right behind him.  We swim, and
splash and play in the water.  Kris reaches down between my legs and lifts
me up on his shoulders, squishing my dick while he does this, then I do
back flips off his shoulders.  Of course him squeezing my dick feels
awesome, so I let him do it a lot.  Kris swims underwater between my legs
and dunks me.  I try dunking him over and over but he is a lot stronger
than me.  Finally I get under him, reach up and grab his dick, which
surprises him, and then I push up and knock him over dunking him.  It feels
so good to be happy and having fun.  After an hour or so, Kris climbs out
of the pond and lays on his back on the grass, and I join him.

Kris looks over at me and says,

"Danny for a gay boy your dick sure does shrivel up in the water."

And sure enough it has shrunk to maybe an inch long.

"Ya, it's embarrassing in the showers at school."  I say blushing.

"I bet."  Kris replies.

Then we both just lay back and enjoy the sun beating down on us.  We lay
there in silence while the sun dries us.

After awhile I say,

"Thank you, Kris."

"For what?"

"For making me happy." I confess.

"How did I do that?"

"By listening to me. By being a friend.  By swimming with me. And for just
laying here without doing anything."  I tell him.

"Without doing anything?  What you mean?  Like, maybe doing what?  Like,
maybe doing this!"

And suddenly, Kris rolls over on me and starts tickling me all over.  He
tickles me in my ribs, in my armpits, sides and everywhere.  I laugh and
laugh and can't catch my breath.

I try to tickle him back as best I can, and Kris laughs too.

"Oh, you want to play that game hey?"  Kris says giving me a devilish grin.

Then all of a sudden he grabs my dick and tickles it, which drives me wild.
He found my most ticklish place and won't stop tickling it.  I am laughing
like crazy and I can feel my dick growing like crazy as well.

"Uncle, Uncle."  I yell out.

"Uncle who?"  Kris asks knowing what I mean.

"I give. Please stop."  I say out of breath.

So we finally stop our tickle war. We roll over on our backs again, and
look over at each other and to our surprise we both sport a bone.  Kris
points to my 4-incher and laughs and I point to his 6-incher and laugh.

"Kris, if you want, I'll take care of that for you."

"That's okay little dude."  He says.

"You sure?  I'm willing to suck it for you, cause you been so nice to me."
I say meaning what I tell him, shyly.

"No really, that's ok. No ones done that for me except Christine in a long
time and it just wouldn't be right for anyone else to touch it but her, but
thanks for offering.  What about you?"

"Ya, I know what you mean.  It wouldn't be the same unless it was Terry
that did me."

"But I know another way to take care of our boners."  He says smiling.

And he rolls over and grabs me around the waist and lifts me over his
shoulder, with my boner sticking into his chest, and off we go back into
the water.

So what else are two horny boys going to do, while naked in a pond, but
have fun playing in the water, just makes sense. But Kris is right.  Our
bones go soft as soon as we get wet.  We play the rest of the morning until
we hear some boys coming down the trail to the pond.  When they get to
where we can see them, there are four boys around 8 years old.  They are
all bare-chested, wearing only shorts and no shoes.  It is obvious that
they came dressed to go skinnydipping.

"Hey you guys care if we come swimming?" One of the boys asks us.

"No that's cool.  We are ready to get out anyways, so you can have the pond
to yourselves."  Kris tells them.

"Hey you guys ain't gotta go, just cause we come here."  One of the other
boys says.

"Were not." Kris says.

"Just we been here all morning and I for one am hungry.  How about you
Danny?"  Kris adds.

"Heck ya."  I say back to him.

So, while the four boys are taking their shorts off, wearing no underwear
by-the-way, Kris and I get out of the water to dry off in the sun, to the
little boys glee.  All four of them stared at Kris, well actually, they
stared at Kris's dick.

So, we both sit on the grass by the pond, and let the sun wash over us, and
enjoy the closeness of our naked bodies with each other.  The sun feels
great and we both watch the boys play in the water, while the sun dries us.

My stomach growls loudly.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask Kris quickly.

"Sure little dude, go for it, before your stomach eats us both." He says
laughing.

"Well, you said you argue with your girlfriend about sticking your dick in
her, yet you say you enjoy her jacking you off.  Why do you want to stick
it in her?  Why isn't her jacking you enough?"  I ask Kris softly to make
sure the boys swimming don't hear.

"Ah Danny.  Because I want to feel, how it feels.  I want to experience the
excitement of it.  I want to be the one who does it to her and I want to
know that I am the first.  I want to be that close to her, with my dick
inside her and we become one together."  He explains to me, looking to make
sure the boys aren't paying us any attention.

"Oh.  Do you think that is why Terry wants to stick his in me?"  I ask.

"I guess it could be.  Not being gay, I don't know for sure, but I guess it
could be for the same reasons."

"Kris, so you're saying that it's not really a matter of love, but of being
the one in charge and getting to be the first to get that feeling.

"Well, Danny, I guess you could put it that way, but love does have a lot
to do with it.  I wouldn't want to do it with someone I didn't love."

"Oh." I answer.

"Danny, why is it that you are against letting your boyfriend do it to
you?"

"Because I think that is for someone special, and for a special time.  It's
like, I can only give that first time away, once.  After that, it will be
just another time of the same thing.  It's like giving away your virginity.
It's a one-time thing, and I think it should be saved for the person you
are going to be with for the rest of your life, not just for the fun of it.
It's special, and I want it to be special when I let someone do that to
me. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"Yes, Danny, I think I do.  I think you are telling me, that Christine,
wants to save herself for her wedding night, because she wants giving away
her virginity to mean something very special to the man she marries."

"Well, I wasn't really thinking about your girlfriend, but I guess it works
for her too."

"You know Danny, you are a smart little dude."

"Really?  Thanks Kris.  I wish Terry thought I was smart."

"Well if he don't then he's missing out on someone who is very special.  If
I were gay, I would want you for my boyfriend."

"Oh wow!  You and me, that would be something.  Hehehehe!  I'd get to play
with that big 'thingy' of yours and you would be left to play with my
little boy toy.  Hehehe!"

"Danny, you're something else.  Yes, you are really someone very special."
He says as my stomach growls again.

"Hey, lets get dressed and go get something to eat." He announces to my
stomach's gratefulness.

And with that, our moment in the sun comes to an end.  Who knew a straight
guy could be so much fun.  We say good bye to the boys swimming and walk
back to town. We stop at subway for lunch, sharing a foot-long sub.  That
only makes sense, him with his 6 incher and me with my 4 incher.  Kris even
pays.

Footnote:

Kris and I remained friends and went to the woods ever so often to just
talk, and swim.  He stayed with Christine.  She remained a virgin, until
her wedding night, and Kris was so happy that she made him wait.  I never
let Terry do me, and when school started that next fall, he found a new
boyfriend that would.  As for me, I haven't yet found that special someone
that would wait for me to be ready, so I drift from one relationship to
another.  But one day, the right someone will come into my life.

It's funny how we remember one special day in our lives so clearly, and for
me, it was that Saturday that I met Kris, the straight boy, that should
have been gay!

Daniel's Journal Entry, Saturday, June 4th, 1966.

Special Thanks to Kristopher Hargus, Christine Ferguson, and Terrance Hill
for providing their permission allowing me to share our story.

Thank you for your understanding,

Daniel Franklin Boone, 13 year old, RFK Junior High School, 8th grader.