Date: Sun, 03 Dec 2006 16:57:42 -0600
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Joe - 10

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EXPLORING WITH JOE - 10  The Concluding Chapter


Now that our moms knew, some things were different.  I guess we hadn't
really felt like we were sneaking around when I slept over there on
Fridays, but now it just felt more natural, or something.  Now and then
we would kiss when one of them was around, but we didn't do that very
often, and it was just little kisses.  And we held hands, too.

I think things were a little different between me and mom, too.  She
treated me a little more like I was... not a grownup, but like I was
growing up.  We talked about plans, about what we needed to find in a
house, about what we would move and what we wouldn't.  Part of that was
because it was just the two of us now, but part of it was because she
knew more about me now than she ever had.

When she started her job she had time to take me to school first on days
when the weather was really cold, but I had to rush things a little
faster to get ready in the morning.  She gave me a key to the house, too,
for when I came home from school.  I'd never had a key before.  And it
was really weird at first coming home in the afternoon with her not
there.  I helped around the house more than I used to, but that was only
fair.

But a lot of things were the same.  School was still there, but it wasn't
like it had been after New Years, when I thought we would have to move.
Joe and I could study together better, and we went back to giving each
other little tests and showing each other stuff we'd written for
classes.  I practiced another speech with Joe, and he wanted me to read
over a book report for his English class.  It was stuff like that.

We had another snow day off from school one Tuesday, but it wasn't so bad
that I couldn't walk over to Joe's after mom left for work.  We spent
most of the morning on a project Joe had for science.  He was making a
display on oil drilling and how they made gasoline.  I didn't do any of
the work, but I just helped a little.  It was getting kind of big, and he
said his mom would have to take him to school on the day he was supposed
to have it in class.

 We did our exercises, too.  We had started a little project of our own.
It had been a long time since we'd been able to ride our bikes, and
spring was still a long time away.  Mr. Bailey had been talking to us in
gym about doing exercise, and he'd taught us some for the class to do
together.  But we decided that since we couldn't ride bikes it might be a
good idea for us to do more exercises.

We promised each other we'd do them every day, and lots of times we did
them when we were together.  It was mostly pushups and situps and a few
other things, but we'd count for each other and keep track of how we were
doing.  We didn't do this in gym class, but when it was just the two of
us we'd take our shirts off and sometimes our pants, too.  I really liked
watching Joe move when we were doing that.  He was really getting some
muscles.  And he said I was, too.  I liked standing in front of the
mirror with him to see how we were doing.

After our exercises we smelled kind of sweaty, but it was a good smell.
We showered off real fast and went downstairs to get the lunch Joe's mom
had left us in the refridgerator.  We went down in just our briefs, since
it was just us, and Joe started making little grabs at me while we were
eating.  When he asked me if I wanted dessert he pulled his briefs off,
shook his dick at me, and ran up the stairs laughing.  I caught up with
him just in time to tackle him and push him onto the bed.  We rolled and
tickled each other so much I had to beg him to stop or my sandwich was
going to come right back up!

He pulled my briefs off, and we lay down side by side, our dicks ready
for something more.  He got up on his elbows and leaned in for one of
those nice long, wet kisses.  Kissing is one of the best things.  He was
rubbing my chest and teasing my nipples, too.  I looked up at him and
decided he was more beautiful than ever.

"Hey, stud," I said as I pulled away.  "I thought you said I got some
dessert.  I'm getting kind of hungry here."

He swung his leg over so he was straddling my chest; his dick was
standing up against his belly.  "Eat this, Bobbyboy."

I pulled his dick down to my lips and kissed his dickhead.  He'd gotten a
few more hairs, and I pulled them just a little.  I still didn't have any
hair at all.  And he had just a little precum, and when I tasted it I
could feel what it did to me in my balls.  It was so smooth against my
teeth.  He was pressing his dick at me, but I wasn't ready to eat it just
yet. I turned it so I could kiss and lick it all up and down one side,
and when I pulled his dick over so I could do the other side I took a
quick lick at his peehole.  But I didn't kiss it too long, because I
really was hungry for it.  I opened my mouth, and his dick went in just
like it knew it was home.

When his dickhead is in my mouth I can never decide if it's the taste of
it or the feel of it that I like best.  It's so smooth and warm; I love
it when he moves it in and out when I suck, because it slides along my
tongue and the inside of my cheek.  And the taste is something special;
it's more than his precum, because he doesn't always have precum.  I
really feel like I'm eating something so tasty when I suck him.  And when
I think that it's a live part of his body that's in me, well...that just
makes me even harder.

I moved my hands around to his ass and worked my fingers into his
crack.  He reached back and spread his cheeks a little to help me get to
his hole, and when he let go of his cheeks it felt like my finger got
buried in a warm cave with soft, smooth sides.  I moved around his hole
while I sucked him, and I pressed in and opened it a little.  He was up
on his knees now, and he was working both his nipples with his hand.
God, he turns me on!  I looked up at this beautiful boy I was eating, my
lover, and I started to hum a little while I sucked.  His moans got
louder and louder.

He pulled out of my mouth long enough to turn around.  "I need dessert,
too," he said, and he knelt above me and took my dick in his mouth at the
same time I put his back where it belonged.  We always start to 69 real
slow, because both of us like it so much and we want it to last.

For a while I didn't do anything but suck and sometimed roll his balls a
little.  Then I got my hand up where I could reach his hole again.  I had
been able to suck on my finger a little, and it was wet this time.  It
was like his hole had been waiting for me to get back; my finger just
slid in, and I could feel my cock stiffen a little as I felt the
smoothness of his ass sliding along my finger.

Then I felt his hand reaching back under me, opening my crack, searching
for my hole.  He rubbed me and pressed, and I wanted to open it for him
so bad I guess I just did, because he pushed in a little.  But we went
really slow.  It was wonderful, making love to him like this, making him
happy and giving him all those feelings.

"Bobby," he said, pulling off my cock.  "Let me get the lotion."

I pulled away from him and watched his butt moving as he went to the
bathroom.  When he came back he had a big grin on his face.  He likes
this, and so do I.

We usually used the lotion to finger fuck each other when we were on our
backs or kind of on our sides.  But this time he pushed my legs up and
had me hold them by hanging on to my knees with my hands, like the last
time.  I was glad he like it that way, too.  He told me to spread my legs
a little more, and he leaned down and kissed my hole.  A shiver went all
over me.  He licked a little.  I could see the back of his head down
between my legs, and just seeing him there made my dick twich some more.
When his tongue was in my hole a little, I squeezed my hole around it and
held him there.  My dick was aching.

He sat up, and I watched him pour a little lotion on his finger.  It felt
really cold as he smoothed it around my hole, but it warmed up right
away.  His finger felt like he was wearing a silk glove now.  When he
pressed in, I sighed so loud it sounded like a long moan; maybe it was.
I closed my eyes and felt his finger moving around in me, pressing at the
sides of my hole.  Then I opened my eyes.  I wanted to watch him.  I
could see his hand, and it looked like he was in as far as he could go.
He was looking at my hole like he was really concentrating.

Then he looked up at me and smiled.  "Is it okay, Bobby?"  I nodded.
"God, Bobby you are so incredibly warm inside.  Sweetheart, I'm going to
try a second finger now, okay?"

We'd each been doing that at home when we jacked off, and we'd tried it
when we were together, too.  We had agreed that if anything hurt, we'd
just say so, and whoever was doing the finger fucking would stop right
there.  And if we wanted the finger to pull out, we'd just say that.  It
had always been tight when I'd tried two fingers at home, and it was
always tight with Joe.  But he was very careful.

I could feel my hole stretch when the end of his second finger pushed
against it.  I sucked in my breath, but I forgot what when I did that it
made my hole squeeze tighter, so I let out my breath and tried to relax,
just like I'd practiced at home.  I could feel it stretching more, and it
was starting to pinch, hurt.  I wanted to take as much of it as I could
until I just couldn't take any more.

But I was making little noises, and Joe knew it was getting harder for me
to take it.  He stopped his fingers and just held them there for a
minute.  I could get used to it that way.  When I told him it was okay,
he slowly pressed in a little more.

"I'm going in a little bit more, Bobby; I can see my fingers going in."

I wanted to see that so much!  His fingers sliding into me, getting
inside me.  He stopped pressing in and started twisting his fingers in my
hole.  He'd shown me how to do this, and I knew it would make my hole
relax a little more.  I just kept thinking, My Joe is inside my body!  My
Joe is inside my body...

I think he had started to press in a little more when it just started
hurting too much.  I knew he was watching my face, and I tried not to
show it, but it really started to hurt.  He stopped moving his fingers
and just held them there.  He was kissing my thighs.  His breath was so
warm.  Then he slowly began to move his fingers out.  I could feel it
when the second one pulled out of me and left just the first one.  It
always felt so funny when he pulled all the way out, like something was
gone that should really have stayed.

I let my legs fall to the bed when he moved beside me.

"Look, sweetheart.  I got in this far."  And he showed me his two fingers
together and pointed to where he had gotten in.  I was surprised; he'd
gotten in farther that he had ever before.

"I want it, Joe," I said.

"I know, Bobby; I do, too.  But I'm not going to hurt you; I'm just not.
We're getting there, sweetheart.  Don't think I don't want it as much as
you do."  He fell back on the bed next to me.  "God, I want your pussy so
bad!"

"Pussy?"  I sat up.  "That's not a pussy.  I'm not a girl."

"You sure as hell aren't, Bobby.  But if a pussy is where a guy wants to
stick his cock, then I want to fuck your pussy.  I want to fuck you and
make love to you from the inside out!"

Oh fuck!  Inside out?  Wow, I got chills.  Inside out!  My belly
twisted.  Inside out!

"Oh, Joe, I want you to make love to me from the inside out!"

"And I've got one what needs your cock, too, lover."

With that, he pulled his legs up like I'd had mine, and it was my turn to
play.  I don't know why I love kissing and licking his ass so much.  The
first time I did it I felt really weird.  I thought it was dirty, but it
wasn't.  But I'd done it because I wanted to, not because he made me.  He
hadn't even asked me to; it was just something I'd thought about.  I
think the taste of him was so good it went straight to my brain.  That
smooth skin against my lips and tongue...feeling his tight hole with my
tongue...lapping at it like a dog drinking water.

He was really wet there now, and when I pushed my tongue at him, his hole
tightened once, but then it slowly opened as my tongue slowly entered.
Joe was moaning.  I knew why; I had just felt it myself!  The inside
seems so smooth, but my tongue was just too little to get in very far.

I gave him one last kiss there and sat up, reaching for the lotion.  I
put just a few drops right on his hole, and he jumped and giggled when he
felt the cold.  Then I put some on my finger and started sliding my
finger up and down across his hole.

"I love you, Joe."

I think he heard me, but his moaning was getting louder all the time.  So
I pressed in with a finger, and it slid right in -- all the way in!  Joe
sucked in his breath.

"Fuck, Joe, did I hurt you?"

"Oh, no no no no...it just surprised me a little.  Bobby, it's feel so
good when you're inside..."

I moved my finger around and remembered to push the side of my finger
against that ring I felt.  I just kept thinking, That's his hole, and
it's holding me in there...

"I'm going to do a second finger, Joe, okay?"

He nodded, and I put my second finger right up against my first one and
started to push it in a little.  The ring was tight, but I kept turning
my fingers just a little and pretty soon I could feel the ring open a
little as my second finger went in.  I tried to remember to move my
fingers just like we'd talked about, just like Joe had done for me.
Pretty soon I had my second finger in all the way, as far as I could put
it.

"All the way, Joe."  My fingers are a lot littler than his, of course,
but then so is my dick.  I twisted my fingers around in his hole some and
felt that ring sliding around them.  He sighed and let out a long soft
moan.  I was finger fucking my Joe, and someday -- someday very soon -- I
would fuck him there for real and make love to him from the inside out.

I slowly pulled my fingers out, and he made a little sound like he was
disappointed when his hole closed back up.  As he let his legs down I
leaned in to him between them and kissed him.  His arms went around me,
and our tongues were very soft and gentle with each other.

We lay in each others arms for a little bit, and then he moved down to
suck me.  I knew that after all that I wouldn't last too long.  When he
started squeezing my balls, my cock jumped in his mouth.  That feeling
started low in my belly and grew bigger and bigger...

"Oh honey oh yes...Joe...yes..."

My insides pinched together and heaved, and that feeling shot all over me
as my cock jumped around in his mouth.  He kept sucking and sucking, and
another feeling hit me, and he wouldn't stop sucking... Oh god it was so
good.  Some day I'm going to be able to cum for him.  And then when I get
older I'll have lots and lots and lots of cum, and I'll give it all to
him, to my Joe...

He curled up against me, and I was finally able to breathe slower.  I
leaned over and licked a nipple.

"Time for my dessert, honey," I said.

He spread his legs out, like he was opening all of him, everything, to
me, and I moved down and sucked his cock in so fast even I jumped a
little when it hit the back of my mouth.  Yes, I wanted to eat this
thing, eat and it love it and swallow it...  I sucked fast while I rolled
his balls around.

"Bobby yes Oh Bobby yes yessss...."

He needed it as bad as I wanted it.  I sucked him in deeper and squeezed
his balls.

"Oooooo fuck fuck fuuuuuck...."

His cocklips opened and gave me his hot cum.  I could taste it suddenly,
and I sucked for more.  He pushed against me, and I felt his hands on my
head as he grunted and jerked inside me.  Then he fell back onto the bed
as I sucked the last of his cum from him.  I crawled up so he could taste
his cum as we kissed.

I think we fell asleep for a little bit.  It's funny, but almost every
time when we make love I get a little sleepy.  When we woke up we got
dressed and worked on his project until his mom got home.

A couple of nights later mom got a phone call during supper.  It was
dad.  She told me he said he was ready to accept an offer somebody made
on the house, and she agreed.  There were papers to sign, and the man at
the real estate office would get everything ready.

When she hung up she was quiet a minute.  "You got all that, honey?" she
asked.

"Yeah."  It wasn't that I really loved the house or anything, and we'd
only lived there since June, eight months.  Still...

"Mom?  Did he say anything...did he ask about me?"

She didn't say anything, and she didn't have to.  He hadn't.  My god! I
had a sudden thought.

"Mom, does dad know about me...I mean, is that why he left us...because
of me?"

"No, no, honey, no, not at all.  Don't you ever think such a thing!  Your
father doesn't even know what you've told me.  I didn't think, after I
talked to Joe's mother, that it was the time to tell your father.  She
sighed.  "You must never think you had anything at all to do with
this...  Bobby, you'll know soon enough.  You might as well know now."

"What, mom?"

"Your father will be getting married as soon as the house sells."

"What? Already?  Why would he do that?  I mean..."  I suddenly got what
she meant.  "You mean, he was planning to all the time.  He already
had...someone..."

"Honey, most of the time, that was why he was gone so much."

"That son of a bitch!"  I hit the table with my fist.  "All the
time...while you...that bastard!"

I wound up in mom's arms, crying.  Why was I crying?  Good riddance to
him.  I never wanted to see him again.

"I understand how you feel, honey," she said quietly.  "But I don't want
to ever hear you talk about your father that way again.  He's still your
father."

Mom already had a place in mind for us, and she wanted me to see it
before she signed the papers.  It was a little white house, smaller than
ours, but then we wouldn't need as much room.  There was a little back
yard, and mom said she could get a lot of flowers to grow out there.
There was a kitchen with a dining area, a living room, two bedrooms, and
even a little glassed-in sunroom on one side.

"We'll sell some of the furniture, and the rest will fit in here very
nicely," she said.  "I think we'll take that new double bed we've got in
the guest room and put it in your room."

I didn't catch on for a minute.  A double bed...  For me and Joe!

"Oh, mom, you're the best, the very best!"  And I hugged her really
tight.

"I think it's only right that you have a place where you can invite Joe.
And, honey, I do want to be around you boys.  You're both a part of my
life now, and you most especially."

I couldn't want to tell Joe.  And the very, very best part was that the
house was only a block away from Joe's!  We wouldn't move in for another
month or so, and we'd stay in the old house until then.  We were going to
be neighbors, practically!

A couple of days later Joe came over to help me pack up some of my books,
even though it would still be a little while before we moved.  I'd
decided some of my books were for little kids.  I'd never read them
again, and I didn't really need to keep them.

I had more books than I realized, so I was glad Joe was there to
help me.  And I had a new book to show him.  Mom had gotten me a book
about the male body and how it worked, and there was a lot of stuff about
having sex in it.  It was really an adult book, and there was a lot that
looked like it might be harder to understand.  We looked at some of the
pictures for a little bit.  Grownup's cocks are really big.  I told Joe
that when we got moved he and I could read it together because there was
a lot of stuff in there to learn about, and he thought that would be
cool.

Pretty soon everything from my bookshelf -- there were some from my
closet, too -- was in boxes, except that special set of Robert Louis
Stevenson Joe had given me.  I wasn't going to put that in a box; I was
going to carry that in my lap when we moved.  Joe helped me and mom
deliver the boxes.  I was going to give some to the library and some to
the Salvation Army.  I was kind of sorry to see them go.  Some of them
I'd read lots and lots of times.  They'd almost been like friends or
something.

One night before we fell asleep, Joe asked me if I would miss the old
house.  I guess I hadn't really thought about it a lot.  Since we'd only
lived there a few months I wouldn't miss it too much.  Joe went to sleep
first, and I just lay there for a little bit, thinking about everything
that had happened since we'd moved into that house.  Boy, was I unhappy
for a while.  But then I met Joe at the park, and we went riding, and
we had the pee tree and our special place.

I looked over at him, and as I moved a little bit I realized he'd fallen
alseep with his hand around my dick.  His hand was kind of open now, and
my dick was soft.  When I looked at it, it looked pretty small, still.  I
realized I could feel the heat from his hand all around my dick, and when
I thought that my dick started to move a little bit.

I lay real still because I didn't want to wake him up.  Besides, when
he's asleep he looks like...I don't know.  He's just so beautiful. I
looked at his long eyelashes and his dark lips, curled up just a bit in a
little smile.  He muttered something in his sleep and rolled over away
from me.

I moved carefully up against him so I could cuddle him.  My chest was
against his back, and I could feel it moving as he breathed.  I pressed
my dick up against his ass, and it kind of settled into his crack.  My
thighs pushed up against the back of his thighs, and I put my arm around
him.  I kissed his shoulder very lightly.  He always smells so wonderful.
Part of it is the soap and shampoo, but part of it is just Joe.  I lay my
head down behind his and breathed his smell in deeply.  I went to sleep
like that.

We had a really, really big weekend to celebrate getting ready to move.
Actually, our moms had been planning this, anyway.  They had gotten
tickets for a big production of "Kidnapped" over in Scottsboro -- it had
been a big hit on Broadway.  I wasn't sure you could really make a
musical out of "Kidnapped," but I still wanted to see it.  We would go
over on a Saturday morning, see the matinee, and stay overnight in a big
hotel.  How cool was this going to be?

I hadn't really been in Scottsboro, not downtown, anyway.  We'd been to
that pool, and we'd gone to that shopping center a few times, but that
was all at the edge of town.  It was a pretty big place, and the downtown
had lots of tall buildings.  We stopped by the hotel first, and Joe's mom
got a man to take our suitcases in and checked in at the desk.

We got to the theater in plenty of time.  I'd never been in a real
theater before, one where they do real plays.  Joe hadn't either.  Our
moms had made us dress up a little bit.  Wow.  It was huge, with gold and
statues and lights all over the place.  The lobby was bigger than our
whole theater at home!  There were red carpets on the floor and ushers in
uniforms, and a big curved stairway that went upstairs.  Mom said they
had three balconies!  But we were going to sit on the main floor, and
pretty close to the front, too.

Joe and I went to the bathroom first, though.  You had to go down a big
curved stairway downstairs into a little room, and I thought the next
room would be the bathroom.  It wasn't, though.  It was a room that was
bigger than two or three of our rooms at home!  There were big chairs all
around it and some couches, and there were big movie posters on the
walls.  Then the next room was where you washed your hands after you
peed, and then the great big room after that was where you peed.

We stood next to each other and grinned, because there were only a few
people there, and they were all at the other end, so we could stand back
just a little to watch each other pee.  On the way out, Joe whispered,
"So why didn't you reach over and hold my dick while I peed?"  I punched
him on the shoulder, and he ran up all those stairs ahead of me.

We had to ask an usher where we were supposed to go to sit down.  There
must have been hundreds and hundreds of people there.

Well, I decided you could make a musical out of "Kidnapped," after all.
It was great!  The singing and dancing was really cool, and I had even
heard one of the songs before, on the radio.  We clapped and clapped, and
the cast came out for a curtain call.  It was really cool.  Joe said the
best part was how they made the ship on stage.  Well, that was good -- it
almost looked real; the cannons boomed and made lots of smoke.  But I
thought the best part was the boy.  I thought he was cute.  We giggled
about that in the back seat all the way to the hotel.

We went right into the big restaurant for dinner.  I was a really fancy
one, with a man to take you to your table, and another one to serve you
wine (Joe and I got cokes), and lots of waiters.  There was a piano in
one corner, and while we were there a woman came in to play it.

We rehashed "Kidnapped," and I told them it pretty much was like the
book, only a lot shorter.  We talked about our new house.  I had told Joe
about the double bed in my room already.  There was a lot to eat!  We got
dessert, and mom said she and Joe's mom would stay for an after-dinner
drink.  Joe's mom said there were three rooms -- one for each of them,
and one for us!  They gave us the card to get into the room and said
they'd meet us in the lobby at 11:00 the next morning.

When we got out of the elevator, I knew this was going to be a fancy
room.  Carpets and lamps and vases all over the hallway.  We walked in
the room, and I could hardly believe it.  The room was huge!  It was like
a bedroom and a dining room and a living room all in one.  There were
couches and big chairs -- a great big TV.  Joe pointed at the bed.  It
was the biggest one I'd ever seen.

"We'll get lost in that, Joe!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart; I'll find you," he grinned.

We found a little refridgerator with little bottles of wine and things,
some beer, and lots of cokes.  There were cookies and candy in boxes on
the counter next to a little sink.  A microwave and some popcorn in a
cabinet.  My god, there was a big vase of flowers on the table, real
flowers.  Joe found a card in them.  The flowers were from our moms.  The
card said, "To our boys, with love.  Happy Valentine's Day!"

We knew it was Valentines's Day, but we sure didn't know we were going to
celebrate it like this!

"Look, Bobby," Joe called from somewhere.  "There's a TV in the
bathroom.  And a phone!"

The bathroom was the biggest one I'd ever seen, not counting that one at
the theater.  A really big shower -- that was going to be fun! -- and two
sinks.  The biggest towels, and lots of them!

"I won't be clean if I don't take a shower, loverboy," and he gave me
what he thought a leer looked like.  He took off my jacket and started to
pull off my tie, but I stopped him.

"Nope.  This way, Joe."

We went out into the big bedroom and I found a way to play some nice
music in the entertainment center.  Then I climbed up and stood on the
bed.

"Come on up, Joe.  I want somebody to strip for.  And I need a stripper
up here, too.  I guess you'll do."

He jumped up on the bed, but he remembered to kick his shoes off.  I
reached down and pulled mine off.

"I already have my jacket off, pretty boy, so you better catch up," and I
gave him my version of a leer.

The music was slow and we almost danced to it on the bed as we very
slowly took off our ties and shirts, our socks and pants.  This wasn't a
funny thing, anymore.  I was getting seriously turned on.  We both had
t-shirts on, and we pulled them over our heads at the same time.  That
left our briefs.  And both of them were tented out by now.

Joe started to pull his down, but I shook my head.  We danced for each
other.  We moved and twisted and turned, we raised our arms and threw out
our legs, we bent and shook.  And then we stopped.  Joe stepped up to me
and put his arm up.  I stepped closer, and we danced.  Really danced.
We'd never done that before.  We danced a slow dance with each other.  It
was kind of awkward on the bed, and I don't think either one of us was
that good a dancer, but it was beautiful, anyway.

We slowed down, and Joe kissed me on the cheek.  He stepped back and
said, "You know, I feel really, really dirty.  I need to get cleaned
up."  Then he reached over and tickled me on the belly, and we fell onto
the bed laughing.  After a few more kisses, we got up, got rid of our
briefs, and went into the bathroom.

We peed first.  We stood together, our arms around each other, holding
our dicks, making our streams splash into each other.  When we finished
and shook, Joe said, "Remember the first time we did that?"

"Yeah.  At the pee tree, at our special place.  That seems like a long
time ago."

"Eight months," Joe said.  "A lot of wonderful things have happened since
then."

He grabbed my dick and pulled me into the shower.  There was a scrubber
thing, like Joe had, only it was bigger!  Lots of suds and lots of
bubbles.  And lots of kisses.  It was one of those slow showers, where
we're very careful to slowly wash everything there is.  And when we got
to our holes, we leaned over and put our hands on the shower wall and
stuck our asses out.  Lots of suds and lots of bubbles and lots of
fingering.  Oh, it was so nice.

We ended the shower with a long, long kiss.  "I love you, Bobby.  Of all
the wonderful things that have happened since we peed out there, you're
the most wonderful.  I love you."  I couldn't speak, but I know he read
my eyes.

The towels were heated; we didn't even know that until we got them to
use.  They were huge, so after we dried each other, we each wrapped a dry
one around ourselves and went back into the other room.  The music was
still playing, and Joe got each of us a coke.  We sat on those big
stuffed chairs for a few minutes, just looking at each other.  He is just
so beautiful.  It was one of those times when it just felt right to be
quiet and just be there with each other.

But we couldn't stay out of the bed.  We pulled the huge covers back,
pulled our towels off, and jumped in.  God, there was room for another
half dozen of us!   Joe went over and turned some lights off, and there
were only the dimmed lights at the sides of the bed.  We met each other
in the middle.

Almost at the same time, we both said, "Happy Valentine's Day."  We fell
over together as we were kissing one one the longest kisses we'd ever
done.  I was on my back, and Joe held my arms against the bed and started
kissing me all over my chest, fast little kisses that gave me
goosebumps.  Then he settled in on one of my nipples and very slowly
began to lick and suck it.

"Oh, Joe...oh my god I love you..."

One of his hands moved down to my dick, and he just rubbed it very
lightly.  He kissed me all over my chest again, but slower this time, and
kissed me down to my dick.  It was so hard it pressed up against my
belly, begging Joe to suck it.  He licked it down, though, from my
dickhead to my balls.  I got more chills.  He rolled me over and licked
at my ass, pulled my cheeks apart, and licked at my hole.  He made me
tingle all over.  He started kissing up my crack and up my back, but I
rolled over suddenly and pushed him back on the bed.

"Oh god, I just need to taste you, Joe."  And I sucked his nipples.  I
bit at them real lightly, and he sucked in his breath.  He just went limp
when I kissed down to his belly, and I licked all around his dick and
balls, moving between his legs to suck on his balls a little.  I love his
balls.  And I love the way he smells down there, too.  His cock was stuck
up against his belly, and I licked up it to the underside of his
cockhead.  I love this, too, tasting him right below that "V" and
listening to him enjoy it.

I slid his cock into my mouth, but very slowly.  I held my lips against
his cocklips first and gave a little suck, then I took half of his
cockhead into my mouth and licked all over it.  Then I took the rest of
his cockhead, locking my lips around the crown.  I moved my tongue over
it very slowly.  I could hear him moaning, feel him twisting.  I sucked.

When he began to press himself up into my mouth a little bit, I dropped
his cock and lay on him, covering him as much as I could with my body.  I
could feel the heat from him all over me, his cock throbbing against my
belly, even his hard nipples against my chest.

I whispered in his ear, "Honey, lover, I want you to fuck me now.  Please
fuck me."

He rolled me over and ran his fingers over my cheeks, kissed me on my
lips.  "I've never told you that I think you're beautiful, Bobby.  I
should have.  I thought that, that first day at our place.  Your eyes,
your smile.  You really don't understand just how much you've changed.
The muscles, here.."  And he put his hand around my bicep.  "...and
here..."  And he put his hand on my pecs.  "...and here..."  And he put
his hand on my abs.  "And your thighs, and your ass...Bobby, I don't
think you really understand just how beautiful you are."

There were tears in his eyes, and in mine.

He moved to my side and kissed my cheek.  "Sweetheart, I want to make
love to you that way, from the inside out.  But only if you're sure."

"Fuck me, Joe.  I want you inside me.  I want you to leave your cum
inside me, Joe."

"God, you're a horny little stud!"  He grinned and kissed my cheek
again.

He got up off the bed and went over to his suitcase.  He came back with a
bottle.  I thought it was the lotion from his house, but it was a
different bottle.

"It's lube, Bobby.  This is what it's for."

"Where'd you get that?"

"Mom gave it to me," he grinned.

"No way!  She didn't!"

His face became more serious now.  "Yes, she did, Bobby.  She gave it to
us.  She said she was sure we knew to be careful and not to hurt each
other.  And she gave us this to use."

This was the time, I knew it then.  He started to roll me over on my
back, but I stopped him and pulled my legs up, holding them, spreading my
legs a little, the way I had at his house.

"I want to watch, Joe.  I want to see as much as I can.  If I can't see
all of it, then I can at least watch you when you fuck me."

He leaned in and kissed my hole. I could feel it flex.  This was it.  He
licked it and got it real wet, then pushed in with his tongue a little.
Then he got back up on his knees.  He pulled some of the pillows around
and shoved them under me to make it a little easier for me to hold my
legs up.  My butt was up so much it was more like I was pulling my
legs down a little toward me by the time I got arranged.

"You'll tell me if it hurts...you'll tell me..."

"I promise."  Yes, I would tell him.  I didn't like the hurting.  But I
wanted him in me so bad!

I felt the lube drop onto my hole, and he rubbed it around lightly with a
finger.  He added more to it, and I could feel his finger at my hole.  It
tightened for just a second, then it opened for him.  His finger slid in,
pushed a little more at the other ring, and slipped all the way down into
me.  It was so awesome, being filled like that.  He moved his finger
around, turning it, sliding it in and out just a little.  I saw him hold
the bottle down and felt a little more on me, and I knew he had put some
on a second finger.

He put his second finger at my hole, and it opened like it had been
waiting for him.  I smiled.  It had been.  I had been.  At the second
ring his finger had to stop and move around.  I closed my eyes, and I
thought, I want him in me, I want him in me...  Then the second finger
followed the first finger into me.  I welcomed it, squeezing my hole
around his fingers, and he looked up at me and smiled.

Then he started to wiggle his fingers around, then move them around
inside me.  He was inside my body, my Joe.  He turned his fingers, and my
hole stretched with them.  I felt it tight, though, and Joe whispered,
"I'm opening your hole a little more.  Is it okay?"

I nodded.  Okay? My god yes it was okay.  He kept his fingers in me for a
long time, moving, pushing, pulling, probing.  I was moaning.  I couldn't
help it.  He started to pull his fingers out.  When the second finger
came out, my hole grabbed his other finger tight; I could feel it.
And when that finger pulled out, I felt empty inside.

He pulled some of the pillows out and told me to lower my legs.  "Relax
for a little bit.  I don't want your legs or your back to get tired."

He kept his hand under my ass, and his fingers stroked my hole, pushing
in just a little bit now and then.

Look at him.  My beautiful Joe.  I smiled, and he smiled back with that
smile I'd die for.

I pulled my legs up again in a little bit.  I wanted this.  He put the
pillows back, and my lower back rested on them.  I was up at such an
angle that my legs would almost stay open by themselves.  I felt his
fingers back at my hole, moving slowly.  One went in, straight in.  So
wonderful.  He moved the second one alongside it, and it went in easier
this time.  A lot easier.  He started turned his fingers around, and I
could feel them moving my hole.  I rested my legs up against his
shoulders, and I just relaxed for him.

He was looking me right in the eye when he took his cock in his hand and
poured lube on it.  He rubbed it a few times.  Then he put the cockhead
at my hole.  This is it.  I wanted this.  He pushed just a little.  I
could see one hand holding his cock in place, but his eyes were fastened
on mine.  He pushed a little more.  I want to open!  Open!

"Relax, honey."

I took a breath and then breathed out slowly, and when I did I could
actually feel my hole flex a little, and he pushed it open just a bit.
It looked like he had hardly moved his cock down, though.  I tried to
relax more.  I thought, This is my lover, and I want him to make love to
me from the inside out...

He was pushing a little harder -- I could feel it.  But I could feel my
hole opening for him.  He pushed his cockhead against it again, and he
smiled.  "I'm getting in, Bobby.  Can you feel it?"

I nodded.  He pushed, and this time I pushed up a little against him.
That helped.  I could feel it.

"About half of my cockhead is in, sweetheart.  You okay?"

I nodded. The stretching was getting pretty tight, but now wasn't the
time to stop.  When he pushed, I pushed up.  He took the bottle and added
a few more drops around his cock.  I want this fucking cock in my ass!
And when he pushed again, I pushed hard.

I yelled -- oh my god -- as my hole opened yet wider for something bigger
than it had ever known.  Oh fuck it did hurt, and I didn't mean to, but I
yelled again.  I looked up at Joe; he looked kind of scared.

"No, no, Joe, don't pull away.  I'll be okay...just keep still for a
minute."

"Bobby, sweetheart...I'm in.  My cockhead is in all the way.  I can't see
any of it."

Oh my god he was in!  I tried not to let any tears out, and I smiled.  I
nodded.  "Just a minute..." I whispered.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  I can do this.  It's not that
bad.  I was afraid of more.  But I can do this.

"More, Joe, give me more."  So awsome, feeling his cock slide past my
hole.  I knew he was going slowly, but I felt every part of it.  He kept
going.  I was feeling so full.  He pushed, and I pushed back.  The hurt
was better.  I would never tell him how much it hurt.  Because the good
feeling of having him in me is so much better than the hurt.

Finally, he stopped moving.

"It's okay, Joe, I can take it..."

"Bobby," he whispered.  "I'm in.  All the way in.  I can't go in
anymore.  Oh Bobby..."

Yes, I could feel him against my ass.  In.

Is there anything more wonderful that being filled by Joe?

He started to pull up a little, and my hole grabbed at him.  "I'm not
pulling out, sweetheart."  And he sank back into me again.  He did it
again, and then again, and each time he went in and out a little
farther.  Then I realized!  We're not getting ready for anything at all!
This is it!  Joe is fucking me!

He moved in and out more regularly, now that I was used to it.  I stared
at what I could see of his cock.  The base of it would apear just where I
could see it, then it would disappear again as he entered me all the
way.

I was suddenly filled with such a huge need for his cock.  I wanted to
grab it myself and shove it in hard, all the way in.  It felt more
wonderful that I knew it could!

"Oh fuck yes...fuck me Joe...fuck me...your's it's yours...fuck
me fuck..."

And he did.  Moving up and down further and further, moving in and out
faster.  My eyes stared at his belly moving in toward me, pulling away
from me, his cock appearing where I coud see it, then disappearing.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck...." I jerked suddenly.  "Joe..."

"I found it, honey.  The spot.  I can barely reach it with my finger, but
fuck if my cock isn't stroking right over it every time I move."  And he
shoved in again.  I was filled with the greatest pleasure I'd ever
known.  Oh my god...this is what it's like...

Now Joe was staring down at my hole.  He was watching his cock run in and
out of me.  "Oh Bobby god you are so fucking hot in there...Oh
fuck...fucking...love you baby..."

I was almost out of control.  My body wasn't mine anymore.  It belonged
to that cock inside.  He really was making love to me from the inside
out!  I was twisting, turning, shoving into him.  I felt his hands
tighten on my hips.  My ass rose up to meet him every time he thrust
down, and wave after wave of this most awesome feeling...

Suddenly, his cock froze in me.  It felt like a steel rod.  I knew what
was happening.  Yes, Joe, yes...  Then he started slamming into me, and I
heard myself yelling, "Yes fuck yes fuck yes fuck..."  He was moving so
fast...

Then he screamed...he screamed!  "Yessssssssssssss....."  I felt his
cock slam into me, and I knew he was leaving me his cum...

It was like a jolt from a socket, a shock, but of such power...I shook.I
shook again.  "Oooooooooooo Joooooooe..."  My eyes widened as I felt it.
"Ooooooooo Joooooe..."  My insides clenched tight.  And again.

And then there was the most peaceful feeling.  Everything was right.
Everything.  I knew it.

Joe let his cock slide out of me slowly.  Oh, I didn't want it to leave
me.  But that wonderful cock would be there again.

As Joe fell to the bed beside me, he pulled the pillows out, and I
couldn't do anything but just lie there.  I was still breathing hard, but
I felt so good.

Finally, I could speak.  "Joe...my god that was wonderful.  I never
knew...I just didn't know it could be."

His breath was on my ear.  "Bobby, I think I left a lot of cum in there
for you.  I've never never had such a hard cum.  My god."

We were quiet for a little bit.  "Joe, at the end...you were fucking so
fast and hard...what did you do?"

He sat up and smiled.  "I don't think it was what I did that you're
talking about.  Look," and he pointed high on my belly, almost my chest.
Some of the lube had dripped there, just a few drops of it.

"No, sweetheart, that's not lube.  Bobby, that's cum.  There's no lube on
you except around back.  Sweetheart, I saw it.  I watched it.  Your dick
shot.  It was just a little, but I saw it.  Fuck, as I was cumming, you
did, too!"

I looked again.  No, it wasn't lube.  It wasn't clear.  It was like
cloudy water, but not as runny as water.  Oh my god, that's my cum.  My
first cum.  I looked up at Joe.  He made me cum.  Joe.

He reached down to those drops -- there were only three.  He got one on
his finger and brought it up to my mouth.  I sucked it off.  Cum.  My
cum.  He moved his hand back down, but I pushed it aside.  I got a drop
on my finger and held it up to him.  He sucked it off and smiled.  I went
back for the third drop and opened my mouth.  I put the drop on the end
of my tongue and pulled him in for a deep kiss.  We had tasted him in my
mouth before.  This time we were tasting me.

He lay his head on my chest.  He is my Joe.  My boyfriend.  My lover.  I
stroked his hair.  He had made love to me from the inside out, and I knew
I would do the same for him soon.  But for now we just lay there, the
taste of my first cum in our mouths, still breathing heavily from a kind
of love we'd never known before.

He was my first love.  My only love.  Such happiness stretched before
us...

We would be side by side...for the rest of our lives.

I don't know how I knew that.

But I knew it.

I knew it.

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Thank you for reading about Joe and Bobby.  If you have comments or
suggestions, I'd be happy to hear them.  mikeangelo@mail.com

These are the stories I have posted at Nifty, the date of the post, and
the section where you'll find them.

"Brian and Benny" - Oct 18 2006 - High School; "Two Nights with Ronnie" -
Oct 27 2006 - High School; "An Afternoon at the Airport" - Nov 2 2006 -
Adult/Youth; "A Sweet Pecker" - Nov 10 2006 - Adult/Youth