Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2001 09:49:54 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Finding Love - chapter 5

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Finding Love - by BW                          Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 5 - The spy among us.                 April 2000


We started out spending every other weekend at my house, because the
Driscolls suggested that we should give it a chance.  I acceded to their
request.  I figured that way Tad could see what it was going to be like for
me to live in that house and he could back me later when I pled my case to
his parents.  Even though we tried hard to keep out of Mr. Sovie's way, he
seemed to always be mad at us about something.  When he threatened to stop
letting us play together any more, we confronted Mom and Dad Driscoll about
the situation.  They let us start spending the majority of our weekends at
Tad's house.  We spent only one weekend (if that) at my home each month,
although I spent all of my weekdays there, mostly keeping to myself and
staying alone in my room.  I was beginning to hate Bart Sovie more than my
mom.

If this wasn't depressing enough, things started going from bad to worse.
My mother started drinking again, about a month after they got back from
their honeymoon.  That meant she was in her room almost entirely and
Mr. Sovie made all of the decisions about the household without her input.
At least he wasn't at home all day.  Every weekday and part of Saturday he
would disappear, and I had no idea where he went.  As long as he left the
premises, I didn't really care if I knew any more than that.  One day,
though, I did hear the butler say something about Mr. Sovie being a
veterinarian and that he had his own practice.  I guess that must be where
he goes and why he always came home a couple of hours after I got home from
school.  Too bad he couldn't work more often.

Tad's house now became my refuge, the oasis where I could go to get
refreshed after leaving the desert which some called my home, that place
where I thirsted for love.  The Driscolls' residence was also my emotional
home base, the place where I was allowed to be a child of eleven and do the
things boys my age do.  I also got to learn the things boys my age learn,
although it was hardly ever planned that way.  It was during one of these
times that Tad and I stumbled into learning about puberty.  We were
dressing one morning when I made a discovery.

"Tad, stand still for a minute."

"Why?  What's the matter?"  I walked over to Tad, who was standing
completely naked by his bed.  He had just stripped off his old pair of
briefs and he was ready to put on a new pair.  I moved my head down and
looked directly at his crotch.

"Win, what are you doing?"

"You've got some hairs down there."

"Where?  Show me."

"See.  Right here."  Tad bent his head down to check and, sure enough, he
spotted four or five lone red hairs scattered just above the base of his
cock.

"Wow!  I wonder when those got there?"

"You don't know?"

"No.  I didn't notice them until you told me.  Do you have any hairs down
there?"

"I'm don't think so, but let's check."  We both looked down at my groin and
we examined the area very closely.  Suddenly, Tad spoke excitedly.

"I think I see a couple right here," Tad said pointing just to the left of
my penis, "but your hairs are so light that it's hard to tell."  I bent
over to look where he was pointing, and I strained my eyes to scan the area
he indicated.  Yes, he was right.  There was something there.  Although the
blond hairs were hard to see, there were two lone hairs sticking out from
the puffy little mound above my wiener.  You really had to look hard to see
them, that's for sure.

"What does it mean, you know, if we have hair down there?"

"I guess it means that we're almost men.  Where I used to live, my old
school would take us to the YMCA for swimming lessons.  Sometimes there
would be older boys and men there, and I would see them in the showers or
when they were changing.  That was when I first saw that they had hair
around their wieners.  Some had only a little, but others had a lot.  Their
pee pees were a lot bigger, too."

"Really?  When do you think that will happen to us?  Do you think that
other things will change, too?"

"I'm not sure.  I guess maybe some of the changes are starting now, but I
don't know if getting hair and having bigger weenies are all that will
happen."

"Do you think your dad would know?"

"Yes, of course he would know.  Why?"

"I think we should ask him.  Maybe he could tell us about that and more."

"Okay.  I don't see why not."  We went downstairs and both of Tad's parents
were sitting at the breakfast table.  Being very na^Ėve, but also very
comfortable around Mom and Dad Driscoll, I went right up to him and asked
my question.

"Dad, Tad and I are getting some hair around our weenies.  What does that
mean?"  He looked up at his wife and smiled.

"I think that means that I need to sit down and have a talk with you boys
after breakfast.  Why don't you two tell us what you want to eat this
morning, and when you've finished eating, we'll go have our little chat."

"Great," we both responded.  We both had eggs and toast, and we hurriedly
wolfed it down.  Then we went with Dad into the living room, where he would
tell us what we wanted to know.  He began by telling us about all of the
changes we could expect to take place in our bodies over the next few
years, like all the different places where hair will start growing on our
bodies.  He also taught us all of the correct names for our body parts, but
he also told us some of the common names that grown-ups and older kids used
when talking about them.  Boy, there sure were a lot of different names for
everything.  I don't know how long we talked with him about everything, but
it was definitely a long time.  He followed that by answering all of our
questions, and then he told us that whenever we had any other questions we
should come to him, no matter what the questions were about.  He said that
he would try to answer our questions the best that he could, so we should
never hesitate or feel embarrassed about coming to him.  We thanked Dad for
his help and we went up to Tad's room to talk about this some more, just
the two of us this time.

"Wow, that was neat," I told Tad.

"Yeah, it was.  I learned a lot from him, but it will also cause me some
problems.  I don't think that I'll be able to look at Dick Thomas again
without laughing and thinking that he's some giant penis.  I'm also going
to have to be careful that I don't say something stupid like 'Oh, Dick, may
I see your dick'?"

"Or asking Peter Bogart how his peter is."

"Or asking Rod McGregor what's up with his little rod."  We were both
laughing loudly now.

"I didn't know there were so many different names for our weenies."

"Me, either."

The rest of the day went by as usual, except that we'd find occasion to
begin a new round of jokes concerning the information we had gained that
morning.  No matter how dumb the comments actually were, we'd both start
laughing hysterically and not stop until our sides were hurting.  Just as
soon as we calmed back down, one of us would say something else and we'd
both be rolling around the floor once again, tears streaming down our
cheeks from carrying on so.  I was sad when it was time to go back home.

On the weekends that we stayed at my house, we would spend most of the time
in my room, so we didn't accidentally get into trouble with Mr. Sovie.  It
was because of our voluntarily confinement to my room that we started
spending more time on my computer, and not just playing games.  When we got
bored with the games, we started to look for new stories from which we
could glean additional ideas for our adventures.  That's when we first ran
across a group of sites that had stories about people having sex.  Some of
the stories had boy-girl sex and some had boy-boy sex.  Other stories had a
little of both types of sex in them.  Man, this was so cool.  Here was a
whole lot of information that we had never heard about before, and we knew
that we were going to be trying out more than a few of the ideas talked
about on those pages.  Some of the stories had gross stuff in them, too,
like people tying other people up so they could spank or whip them.  How
can people like to be spanked?  I hate it when I get spanked.  Other
stories told about boys dressing up like girls or about people pissing on
each other.  We agreed quickly that we'd never do any of that stuff to each
other.

Our discovery did have some benefits, though.  It did lead to a new sort of
education for us, sort of an independent study course that we could pursue
by ourselves late at night.  We tried out the first of those lessons later
that evening.  We went to bed early that night, totally naked of course,
and not to sleep.  We locked my bedroom door and we started by giving each
other the 'grown-up' kisses we had been practicing.  The contact from our
lips and the exploration of our tongues soon had us highly aroused, and we
both quickly found ourselves as hard as a board.  So hard, in fact, that it
was becoming a little painful.  We knew that we would have to do something
about that soon.

"Tad, would you mind if I put my mouth on your dick?"

"Heck, no.  I'd love that.  I've been wondering what that would feel like,
since we read about it in those stories.  If you do it for me, then I'll do
it to you after."

I didn't say another word and merely slid down on the bed until I was
looking at Tad's uncut little pole, as it pointed at his chin.  I thought
it was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen.  Maybe it was
because it was so different from mine.  That's probably why I was so
fascinated with it, but whatever it was that held my interest, various
parts of my own body seemed attracted to it like a magnet.  I wanted to see
it, touch it, lick it, and taste it.  There was one particular area that
made me the most curious, though, and that was Tad's foreskin.  I could
play with that extra piece of skin for hours.  I loved to stretch it, pull
it apart, and pull it back and forth over his shiny pinkish red helmet.  I
was so mesmerized with that cute piece of flesh that I just wanted to
remain there and worship it.

"What are you waiting for?"  Tad's query and snapped me out of my reverie.

"Oh, uh...nothing.  I was...uh...just...uh...looking at it."

"Is it too big for you?" Tad asked, giggling.

"Very funny.  As a matter of fact, I was thinking that it might be too
LITTLE.  I wouldn't want to hurt it or, God forbid, accidentally bite it
off and swallow it.  Then what would you do?"

"You can swallow it, as long as you don't bite it or try to digest it."

"Well, maybe I'll bite it off, swallow it, digest it, and then SHIT it out.
Then what would you do?"

"NO!  Then what would YOU do?"  I thought about that for a second.

"You're right.  I would never let anything happen to it or you.  Why don't
I just lick it for a while?"  Tad was rolling around on the bed in a fit of
laughter by now, and I had to hold onto his legs to keep him in place so I
could get close to that marvelous little prize.  The minute my tongue came
into contact with his nut sac, he gasped and stopped laughing almost
immediately.  He was still squirming, but now it was from pleasure.  I
licked all of the wrinkled skin that housed those bean-sized nuggets, and
Tad was flapping around on the bed like a fish that had just been removed
from the hook and placed on the dock.

"Oh, oh, oh God," Tad panted.  "That's...uh...oh...wonderful."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that.  I finished washing up his
tiny scrotum before I began to lick my way up his boyhood.  Tad gasped
again.

"Oh, Win.  That's it," he yelped.  "Yes, keep going.  Please!"  His eyes
never opened and his head rolled from side to side.  His mouth was hanging
open and his breathing was shallow and irregular.  I could almost hear his
heart beating from where I was, and I could definitely feel it vibrating in
his prick as it pulsed with every beat of his heart.  I pulled the skin
completely off of the shiny glans and I licked around the exposed coronal
ridge.

"Oh, damn.  Oh, oh," he panted, with his mouth gaping open even more and
his head jerking violently from side to side.  "Oh, yes, yes.  That's
incredible.  Oh, Win...Win, yesssssssssss!"

That last word was uttered just as I slid my mouth over the tip of his
penis and my lips began to glide down the sides of his steely member.  At
that second his hips catapulted off of the bed, and he jammed his cock deep
into my mouth.  His thrusting didn't stop there, however, and I had to use
every ounce of my concentration just to keep from letting his hard-on be
pulled out of my mouth by his spasmodic writhing.  At that moment I felt
his boner throbbing even harder, just before he pushed his erection far
back into my mouth and he held it there, while he had a very satisfying dry
orgasm.  After leaving himself embedded in my mouth like that for many
seconds more, his body collapsed downward, pulling his manhandled pecker
forcefully from the moist confines of my oral cavity.  He lay on the bed,
his eyes glazed, but his breathing beginning to slow.  He stayed like that
until he had completely recovered from this new encounter.

"Damn, that was incredible.  It was like someone had set off fireworks in
my brain and in my wiener at the same time."

"Hehehe.  It was that good, huh?"

"Yeah, it really was.  It was unreal.  I expected it to be good, but that
was more than just good.  It was fantastic."  Tad remained on the bed,
staring at the ceiling.  "Just give me a few minutes to get my strength
back.  I feel kind of weak after that.  I'll do it for you when I feel that
I can move again."

"Take your time.  There's no hurry.  We've got all night."  We did have all
night too, because no one would be looking for us until breakfast the next
morning.  I waited for Tad to recover and I was surprised how many minutes
that it actually took him.  Finally, he pushed me back onto the bed and he
crawled between my legs to pay homage to my cut staff.  I think that he was
just as fascinated by the difference in my dick as I was of his.  He
flicked his tongue out and it came in contact with my ball sac.  Electric
shocks were generated from that quick connection, and I whimpered from the
pure pleasure.  Slowly, I became accustomed to the stimulation, as he
continued to bathe my pouch, but I yelped when his oral muscle touched the
head of my dick, just before he engulfed it completely.  I just couldn't
help myself.  If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that he had
stuck my cock into an electrical outlet instead of his mouth.

My groin was awash in a bundle of new sensations, and rockets were going
off in my head.  I could feel my body stiffening and arching upward,
ramming my penis into Tad's vacuuming orifice.  I'm surprised that I didn't
loosen some of his teeth from the force of my thrusts, as I tried to make
sure that he stimulated every single millimeter of my prepubescent pecker.
Tad must have thought that he was wrestling an alligator, as he tried to
hang on and give me my first blow-job.  I don't think that wrestlers could
have done better back bridges than I did, while I was forcing my mast in
and out of Tad's warm, moist receptacle.  Thankfully for him, my love
muscle exploded in a series of dry spasms and I began to cease my bucking
into his face.  I lay on the bed, feeling like I had just gone ten rounds
with the heavyweight-boxing champion, and all of my senses were still
reeling from the conglomeration of new sensations that I had just
experienced.

When the room had stopped spinning and my orgasm-induced bout with vertigo
had ended, I opened my eyes to see Tad bent over me with the biggest grin
plastered across his face.  "Pretty awesome, wasn't it?" he asked very
matter-of-factly.

"Damn straight it was," I whispered as loudly as I could at that moment.
"Now I understand why your body was hopping all around the bed when I did
that to you."

"Yep.  There's no way you can stay still when it feels that good."

"I can't imagine anything that could feel better than that.  When we read
those stories, I thought that the authors were making it sound that great
so people would read their stuff, but, if anything, they didn't make it
sound as good as it really was.  We've got to do that again."

"We will, just not for a while.  My peter is really tender now."

"Yeah, I guess mine is too.  Maybe it's because it was our first time."

"Yeah, probably."

"Are you ready to go to sleep yet?"

"Yes, I'm pretty tired after that," Tad told me.  "Do you think we'll still
be able to cuddle?"

"Of course.  I don't think that will hurt our wieners...I mean cocks.  If
it does and they start to become sore, then we can stop for a while.  I'll
turn off the light."

I walked over and flipped the light switch off, but there was still a fair
amount of light in the room from the bright moon that shone through my
window.  When I got back to the bed, I looked at Tad lying on the bed,
bathed in the soft, gray moonlight.  It had a very surreal effect on his
still form, and it made Tad look like a small angel sprawled out in all his
glory.  I wouldn't have been surprised to see a pair of wings sprout from
his back and spread across the mattress, or for a halo to begin glowing
over his head.  Maybe he wasn't one of God's angels, but he was certainly
my angel and I could no longer imagine living without him.  I don't know
what quirk of fate it was that got his father transferred to this location
or what brought him to my classroom, but I owe someone or something for
bringing this little darling to me and rescuing me from that loveless
existence that I had endured before he arrived.  I don't think that I could
ever find a more convincing argument to support the existence of God and
his infinite love and forgiveness than my wonderful, redheaded angel here.
I've never been more tempted to shout out 'THANK YOU, LORD.  PRAISE BE TO
GOD, HALLELUJAH AND AMEN'.

I got into the bed and pulled Tad tightly to my chest and I spent the next
hour or two just watching him, even after he fell asleep.  I've never felt
so much love or completeness as I felt during that time and I couldn't pry
my eyes away from his features long enough to fall asleep myself.  I don't
remember when I eventually succumbed to my weariness, but the next thing
that I remember was waking up with Tad leaning over me.  He was lying on
his side, his arm outstretched and bent upward at the elbow, with his head
resting in his hand.

"What's the matter?" I asked him.

"Nothing is the matter.  I was just noticing how gorgeous you really are.
You looked so peaceful and so happy that I thought you looked like...oh,
never mind.  Forget it."

"Like what?  What were you going to say?"

"Nothing.  Just forget it."

"No, I'm not going to forget it.  If I tell you what I thought you looked
like last night when you were sleeping, will you tell me what you were
going to say?"

"Maybe."

I decided to take a chance.  "I watched you while you slept on the bed, and
I could have sworn that you looked just like what I thought a boy angel
would look like."

"No way.  Really?  That's what I was going to say about you.  Your golden
locks looked like a halo around your head and you had a look on your face
of pure contentment."

"That's because of you and what you did for me last night."  Tad looked
down quickly as the red tint began to creep up his skin, until it engulfed
his face and ears.

"What we did for each other," he corrected me.

"Okay.  What we did for each other, then."  I leaned forward and placed my
lips against his, and I took my tongue and I licked the fissure separating
the upper and lower lips.  Just as I drew my tongue back into my mouth, his
tongue darted out and entered between my lips, gliding around the interior.
Soon we were locked in an extremely passionate and tender kiss, one that
expressed the quality of our love for each other.  We only broke that kiss
out of necessity, as I noticed the time on the clock on the nightstand.

"Damn.  We better take our shower and get downstairs, or we won't be able
to have breakfast.  Mr. Sovie has given the cook strict hours during which
she can prepare the various meals.  He told her that there is to be
absolutely no cooking outside of those times.  I don't understand why he
made that rule, but she doesn't dare to ignore him.  If we plan to eat,
we've got to hurry."

"Let's take our shower together.  That will make it even faster."

"Great idea."

We raced to the bathroom and took a quick shower together.  There was no
time to fool around and we were strictly all business.  We made it down
with less than fifteen minutes to spare.  The cook whipped us up a quick
breakfast and then she cleaned up the kitchen while we ate.  Just as we
were leaving, Mr. Sovie came in to make sure the rules were being obeyed.

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