Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2005 15:37:29 -0800
From: Cole Parker <colepark@gmail.com>
Subject: 8th Grade, Chapter 11

The following is a fictional account of two boys' journey
through some adventures of early adolescence.  It will contain
some sexual content.   If this sort of story is offensive or illegal
for you to read, please exit and find something else to occupy your
time.

I would like to thank Chris for his help and friendship.  Without
either, this story would neither have been written nor posted here.

I would also like to express my genuine thanks to all of those who have
written to express their enjoyment of this story.  You make me proud.

Any remarks can be addressed to: Cole Parker <colepark@gmail.com>


				 8th Grade

				Chapter 11


That got Brad's attention.  The tears and shaking were long gone.  Now
a smile lit up his face.  A large, happy, excited smile.  And that
wasn't the only thing that changed.  I immediately felt him get excited
down below, too.  We were still clinging to each other, we were only
wearing boxer shorts, and neither of us could hide our sudden feelings
of lust, not that we wanted to.  But we were two very eager 13-year-
olds, and at 13, arousal takes about as long as it takes for a jack-in-
the-box to leap out once the lid is opened.  And the lid that had been
covering our emotions, with us wanting each other and not being able to
say or do anything about it, had just popped open.

"Brad?" I asked.  "Uh, have you, like, ever messed around before?  I
know you've dated girls.  But did you ever do anything with any of
them? Or, uh, any boys?"

"How do you know about the girls I've dated?" he asked.  His voice had
gotten lower and become husky, and he was slowly grinding into my leg.
The feeling of him doing that was making me really hot.  And harder, if
that were possible.

"You say you've been watching me.  Guess what?  You weren't the only
one grooving on someone, watching them with no one knowing it.  The
only difference was, you had a crush and were just trying to figure me
out.  I was looking at you like a teen idol, with no idea I'd ever have
the courage to talk to you, let alone get acquainted.  And certainly
there was never a thought of you wanting me, of you liking me, and I'd
have been crazy to think you'd want to be in bed with me."  I giggled.
By this time, I was grinding into him, too.  This wasn't a conscious
activity; my body just seemed to do it on its own.  "So, what have you
done?"

"Not much.  The girls all want to date me, but their or my parents
drive us to the movies or the bowling alley or the mall and we can't do
anything there.  I've kissed two of them quickly a couple times, but
that's all.  Oh, wait, I've held hands, too.  But that's it."

"What about boys?"

"Danny, I don't like boys, I like you!  I've never even thought about a
boy that way.  I'm in the showers with them almost every day, and other
than checking them out because I'm just as curious as everyone else,
I'm not interested in any of them.  They don't excite me or anything."

We were still lying on our sides, facing each other.  While he was
saying this, I'd been slowly rubbing my hands over his back and then
his chest.  I'd never made out with anyone, and this was so exciting
and felt so awesome I could hardly contain myself.   It was amazing.  I
didn't know what I was doing, yet everything I did felt right, felt
wonderful, and was exciting.

"Danny?" breathed Brad.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to take our boxers off?"

I didn't even bother to answer.  I just reached down to my hips, lifted
them and shucked off my boxers.  When he felt me doing so, he did the
same.  When we laid back down, our hardnesses were in contact.  Wow,
what a feeling.  We both, instinctively, began grinding a little more
urgently.  A little harder.

A few moments later I said, "Brad?"

"Yeah."  Huskily.

"Can we slow down?  I want this to take longer, and it's not going to
take any time at all if we keep this up.  I want to look at you.  I
want to touch your body.  I've never done anything with anyone else,
and I don't want this to be over too soon."

Brad stopped grinding.  "Let's do whatever you want.  That sounds good
to me, too."

I sat up.  First, I just wanted to look at him.  I'd never seen another
boy hard.  He rolled onto his back and I looked down at him.  Even in
the almost dark room I could see him erect and slightly twitching as I
watched.  He was beautiful.  His erection was so hard it was almost
back flat against his stomach.  About the same size I was, maybe just a
bit bigger, looking very much like I did, but beautiful and astonishing
and, and, beautiful.  Maybe that's because it was Brad.  I looked at
him for a moment, then reached down and wrapped my hand around him.
"Oh, Danny," he breathed, "that's, that's, ooohhh."

I just held his erection, not moving my hand, feeling his heat, feeling
his heartbeat.  He started wriggling and quietly moaning.  I gave him
one soft stroke, up and down, then took my hand away.  Then I leaned
down and put my face against his chest.  I could smell his scent, and
the softness of his skin combined with the firmness of his muscles
underneath was a contradictory wonderment.  With my face on his chest,
I reached out my tongue and touched the nipple that was in front of my
face.  He gasped.

I reached my hand backwards, brushed over his boner and blindly felt
for his scrotum.  I found it and gently felt it, rubbing the softness
of the skin gently between my fingers.  Brad was really wriggling now.
His breathing was getting faster, too.  So I did what I'd been wanting
to do forever.  I let go of his equipment, rose up onto my hands,
leaned forward and kissed him.

His lips were soft and moist.  I'd never kissed anyone on the lips
before.  I'd thought about it, wished for it, wondered about it, but
never done it.  I don't know what it would be like to kiss someone you
didn't have any emotional attachment to, but Brad?  This was simply
incredible.  Our lips came together and held there, and I think I
forgot all about breathing.  Or anything else but the feelings I was
having.  I was in sensory overload.

And then it got better.  I felt his tongue poke through his lips and
brush mine.  He slowly swiped it back and forth, and I, not being a
dummy, quickly caught on and opened my lips a little wider without
removing them from his.

He gently thrust his tongue into my mouth and started moving it around.
I don't know how my dick could get any harder, but it sure tried to; I
could actually feel the warmth increasing in my boner.  This felt so
good!  So sexy!  His tongue tickled the roof of my mouth and it was as
though electricity was running through my head, through my whole being.
I started pushing at his tongue with mine.  I wanted to get it into his
mouth.  He felt my want and withdrew his tongue back into his mouth. I
followed it with mine.

I explored his mouth.  While I was doing that, he began rubbing his
hands lightly over my skin on my chest, then my back.  He brushed my
nipples and I almost felt a shock.  He reached down and felt my
erection.

"Oh, Brad.  I think I need to, well. . . ."

"Yes," he said urgently.  "Let's do each other."

We both sat up, and I reached for his boner as he reached for mine.  We
scrunched around so we were facing each other, our knees touching, our
legs crossed.  He started softly stroking me, and I mimicked his
actions.  We were both so excited, so overcome with emotions and build-
up, within a few strokes we were both gasping and panting.

"A little faster and tighter," I whispered.  He held me a little more
firmly and sped up.  I did the same.  Within moments, my muscles
tensed, my back curved backwards, and I exploded in his hand.  There
was no other word for it: I simply exploded.  I forgot to keep stroking
him, but if he noticed he didn't say anything, he just kept focusing on
stroking me and watching me come.

When I was finished I was almost light-headed, but I quickly remembered
what we were doing and I reached out for him again.  He was still on
the brink, and a few strokes brought him to a shaking release.  He
produced more than I did, and shot it farther, but there was no way his
orgasm felt any better than mine did.   Not possible.  I'd never felt
one so powerful in the year I'd been experiencing them.

We sat there, panting, and leaned into each other for support.  His
arms game up and wrapped around me.  I did the same thing.  We held
each other without speaking for several minutes while our breathing
slowly returned to normal.  Finally, Brad took a deep breath.  He
pulled his head back away from mine, looked me in the eyes, grinned,
and said, "Fucking unbelievable!"

I just looked into his eyes and smiled at him.