Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2008 11:41:45 -0500 (EST)
From: high5fiveme (at) lycos (dot) com
Subject: first and last real friends 12

Please read from the author: I must apologize profusely for waiting so long
to edit this last chapter and submit it. I truly doubt that any of my
original readers will remember my story so this last chapter wont mean much
to anybody who doesn't read from the beginning. To those who read this
story in its entirety from its beginning to get to this point, I hope you
enjoy a mostly true story.

Now for my final disclaimer. I hope you have enjoyed them too.

Disclaimer: As you know I am suppose to tell everyone, I think, not to read
this story which I have been doing but people keep reading it anyway and
sending me emails. I have enjoyed all the emails on this story.. I am
afraid this is it though for this one. I am sorry but as you will see I
can't go on. Oh yes, thank you for not reading if you are under 18 as you
were not supposed to. And all of you who don't like this kind of story,
thank you for not reading too. I am glad then the latter two groups have
gotten this far without ever reading and have appreciated your not
commenting on the story as you wouldn't have known what to say. Would you?
Those who did read it and didn't comment or if you read it someday down the
road, please go ahead and email me what you thought as it has meant a lot
to me. Oh yeah, please go ahead and read this story now if you aren't one
of the people who aren't supposed to read it but did anyway.


End of First and Last Real Friend Chapter 11

I don't know if Ron reached his record that night jacking off while I was
asleep. I, also, don't remember if I heard Jerry outside maybe peaking in
on us, but it had been quite a day for sex. I would have preferred Tom any
day and wondered during my last waking images if we could have a day like
this soon.



First and Last Real Friend Final Chapter 12

I woke up Sunday morning to a hand gently rubbing my cock. It was strange
but for a few seconds, I thought it is was Tom doing this to me. When I
realized it was my new Jergen's Lotion machine next to me (only you old
guys will know this joke), I just turned and said, "Just a second I gotta
piss first."

I jumped out of bed and threw on some underwear and headed out the door
quietly to the bathroom. I did my usual bend over method and returned to my
room glancing to notice my parents still sound asleep in bed. Ron was
standing inside the bedroom door kind of jumping up and down waiting his
turn for the toilet. I whispered and told him not to wake my parents.

I got back in bed and stroked my dick waiting for Ron to return and use his
hand, which felt so good. Morning had been a regular for me this last few
days as I had been doing it to cut back on hard-ons, but Saturday I had
missed as I knew Ron was coming. I later found that morning was one of the
times I really enjoyed doing it especially if I could go back to sleep. Ron
came back in, tiptoeing as not to have his huge frame make too much
noise. He got back in bed and was crossing over me when he just stopped and
started jacking me off while over me. His hand felt better than the last
couple of times yesterday as my dick had gotten to sleep- a much needed
rest. It seemed I was refreshed and a day of jacking off could begin with
this.

All the while I was enjoying my dick jack, I was reciprocating to Ron who
was so close to cumming and then did cum... all over me. He had been
rejuvenated by sleep somewhat and two or three large globs came out hitting
me in the chest. Ron took his hand off my cock as he recovered and leaned
low over me breathing deeply so I just finished myself off in a matter of
seconds. Again our sperm mixed but there was too much to rub in so I asked
Ron to get some Kleenex, which was on the bedside stand. Ron was so nice
and not only got the tissue but dutifully cleaned up all the sperm off
me. I was really getting to enjoy this sperm thing and couldn't wait to
share with Tom and rub it in. I think I would rub all his sperm into me no
matter how much there was.

I must admit, I was quite drained from doing this with someone else; much
more so than doing it alone. I have never quite understood this but this
day I just suggested to Ron that we sleep in. Ron agreed so we went back to
sleep.

The phone rang around 10 am, which woke us both as we had really slept in a
long time. It was Ron's mother asking if he would go to church with his
parents for second service. Ron said he didn't usually go, but if they
asked him he couldn't say no. This is one time I wasn't so sure that mother
wouldn't be right if she had said Ron needs to go home now as I needed to
rest for school the next day. If I had another day like yesterday, I would
probably be too dead to go to school but on the other hand I wouldn't have
to worry about getting hard-ons on Monday because my dick would probably
fall off or shrivel up and go back inside.

We ate breakfast really quickly and then went back to the room to gather
stuff up. Ron, I swear, started to get that look in his eye when we got
back to the room, but I preempted him saying, "No, no please no more." I
laughed, of course, because I had enjoyed every bit of it, but you know
boys have got to play sports and do other things. Don't they?

Ron left and I wanted to call Tom right away, but Dad wasn't gone for real
estate and mom was doing laundry but it wasn't done yet. I went back to my
bedroom and I guess even Jerry wasn't stirring as I would have asked him if
he had watched at all last night. At this point I didn't care anymore. I
lay on my bed thinking what had happened. This wasn't a Jim experience as
Jim forced me and didn't care about me. He just wanted to cum anyway he
could, and if it meant hurting me, that was fine with him. Now Ron wanted
to cum as many times as he could for sure but was always considerate of me
and gentle, but it was too much. Just way too much. So far this sex thing
seemed like fun but it had its ups and its downs.

I then thought of Tom but not in a sexual way. I just thought of him as my
friend. What he meant to me. We did everything the same. It was like we
were brothers or something. I think I missed having a brother but when my
parents asked a few years younger if I wanted them to adopt a kid who had
lost his parents in a car accident, I had thought selfishly at the time and
said no. I didn't really want to share things back then. But with Tom,
frankly, he could have all my stuff and I wouldn't care. He would give me
all his stuff too. I just don't know what it was with him but he was the
best friend I ever could have and now that we had discovered this sex
thing, our lives were almost perfect together.

Granted mother was trying to separate us, but it wasn't going to happen as
Tom had said because we could sneak together after school somehow, and my
mom would have to let me spend the night every other week at least as long
as I found new friends. God, I loved Tom. I heard the door slam and the car
start up at the same time.  Mother was taking the clothes to the back cause
I could see here carrying the basket. And the absentee dad was leaving to
go out to sell houses.

I jumped up and ran to the phone figuring Tom would be at home because his
family didn't go to any church just as mine went rarely. Tom answered as we
kids always like to answer the phone. I would spend sometimes five minutes
talking to my mother's friends before she got on.

"Tom, my god why didn't you tell me how much Ron likes to jack off."

Tom let out the loudest yell and said just a second. I heard the bedroom
door shut because he was able to have that privacy at his house. He came
back and said, "Well I just wanted to see how he was with you. How many
times did he cum with you?

"Shit, five times the first day and once this morning and he was getting
that funny look when I told him he better go to church." This time I
laughed as I thought this was a funny thing to say.

"Well, I got that beat cause the last time when he really showed me how to
jack off he came seven times in one day. Isn't he amazing." Tom asked.

"Hmmm...well, I didn't know jacking off was a sport." I was getting funnier
by the moment.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. He really doesn't like to do anything else
when he is here and it gets a little boring after awhile. But still he is
so nice and I love his hands on me and my dick."

"I do too but I prefer you for some reason, Tom. You are like my brother I
never had."

"I feel the same way, Phil. I cant wait to get together with you next
weekend. We need to start working on your mom to let you spend the night
here. My parents are going to Baton Rouge for my dad's business and my
sister is babysitting and she will probably just be out with her boyfriend
most of the time so we will have the house to ourselves."

"Oh god, what an opportunity. I will get it approved, don't worry." I said
to him and then continued, "I'll tell my mother I found a girlfriend and we
are going to get married as soon as we finish school." I laughed the
loudest to this one as I knew if I did find a girlfriend it would get me
anything I wanted.

The screen door slammed. I whispered, "I gotta go, bye," and just hung
up. Tom knew that was just the way it was sometimes, when I called and
hadn't said I was calling him to my mother.

"Who were you talking to?" My mother asked me.

Typical question for her as she had to know everything I did, so I answered
and I have no idea how I came up with it, "I was talking to Tom. We were
seeing who we thought was cute at school we could invite to the "sock hop
they have at the end of the month."

"Oh you didn't tell me about that. I am so pleased you are going to go. Who
are you and Tom going to take?"

"Well, I uh...I have seen this cute girl I have in one of my classes, and I
was going to ask her or maybe if I cant find anyone, I will just take Mary
from last year." Where I was coming up with this shit, I don't know.  I
don't think I had looked at a girl from school. "Tom and I were deciding
which one of us would take Mary if we couldn't get someone to go with us."

"Oh, by the way Tom wants me to spend the night next weekend." Oh god, was
this too early to ask.

"Sure, its his turn anyway and since you are going to go out with a girl,
that will be your reward."

Damn, I didn't even have to say I was going to marry her. The problem was,
though, Tom's parents were going to be out of town. This might throw a
wrench into things but, you know, this was going to be one of those times
that you don't tell the police all you know.


The week absolutely flew by. I had asked four girls to go with me to the
sock hop but no one would go with me, but good old Mary said yes. I had,
also, decided to pull a Ron and try not to jack off till I got to
Tom's. Well, that didn't work but I kept it to a minimal of once a day
trying not to think of Tom too much so I would be horny for him.

On Friday, I was so happy because my mom never talked to Tom's mom and Tom
told me he had told no one but his sister who promised not to say anything
if Tom would let her go out with her boyfriend and maybe have him over
Saturday night. That was a no brainer for Tom especially if she was gone
most of Saturday.

On Friday, I told mom I had a date for the sock hop so as to distract
her. I didn't tell her it was Mary because she might be disappointed. I
gathered my things and got on my bike and peddled it over to Tom's. The
whole excitement of the event to be was building. I hadn't been with him in
bed since just before school started. I had learned to cum and had sperm
now. Ron had really introduced a lot of things that I wanted to do with
Tom. And then finally and probably the most important: We had fucking lied
to our parents and were getting away with murder staying together with no
parents to supervise.

I arrived at Tom's and his sister answered the door. She was nice for a
girl as I can remember. I can't even remember her much by the way. I know
she was older and remember one incident briefly where I had gone by her
bedroom and she was wearing only a brazier and looked at me smiling with a
sexy look on her face. Little did she know she had no chance with me. I
guess she had to be fifteen or sixteen to have a boyfriend who had a car to
take her out in.

I had taken off so fast from home that I had even beaten Tom there. I took
my things into his room and dropped them on the floor. I looked at our love
bed. I pictured Tom there lying on his back nude motioning me too him. I
got hard. I went over to the bed and imagined reaching over and touching
the cock that was all mine.

"Hey, how did you get here so fast. I only stayed after school a few
minutes to get some assignments." The voice of Tom came from behind me
instead of from the bed.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess I just hurried."  I said waking from my sexual
dream.

"Lets go play some tennis." Tom said.

Now this was the boy I loved. It wasn't like Jim for sure, and it wasn't
even like poor discoordinated Ron. Let's go compete and have some fun
before we fuck then we will be all sweaty and smelly. The courts were right
across the street from Tom's house because he lived across from the high
school.  I know we played forever. I loved tennis and was a lot better than
Tom but I kept the score close. His sport was more the baseball which I
sucked at. I couldn't hit a ball at all. We dropped our rackets once and
chased each other around the field. I would tackle him and wrestle with him
gently not like Jim did with me. I would go, "You are it," and then take
off. Tom would chase me and take me down and wrestle. We were getting
filthy dirty. We went over to where a spicket came out of the school for
hooking up a hose and took a drink. It was kinda behind a bush. We both
were out of breath. I leaned over and drank first and sat on the ground. As
Tom drank, I stared at his beautiful lips sucking the water in through
them. He looked aglance at me and smiled while still drinking in the water
to quench his thirst.

Tom finished his drinking and turned off the water spout and brought his
lips over to mine. We were hidden. It was exciting. I loved him, and I
kissed him putting my arm around his shoulders. I would swear he might have
touched my lips with his tongue, but I will never know for sure. We looked
into each others eyes, and I said for the first time in my life to anyone
and not many more times since, "I love you."

People respond always with "I love you too." But not Tom. He didn't say
that. He said instead, "You can't love me more than I love you."

My god, you guys, what if I had been a boy of today and known what I could
have done with this boy/man? What if I had known about kissing, or sucking
or butt fucking or anything?

We got up and went arms around each other back to the courts and picked up
the rackets and balls. We crossed the street and entered the house. His
sister was gone. We went to his room. We dropped everything, and I mean
everything. We got on his bed and made love. Not sex like I had done with
Ron. Not rape as I had done with Jim. But we made love as best we could. I
am sorry I don't want to even put it on paper because it is a memory I want
to save for myself. It is one of the truest and best memories of my life
and to put it on this page would denigrate it in my mind. In fact, to
continue this story and tell you what happened would ruin it for me. I
think I have told you enough. I have tried to be honest to my childhood and
bring you into it and tell you what happened to me.  It might have happened
to you years ago in the fifties. I think that is pretty much the age group
I am talking to.

If so you know what I mean, because as Stephen King said in his movie,
Standby Me "There will never in your life be a relationship like the one
you had when you were 12 to 14 years of age." My crying and sadness with
River Phoenix in his crying scene in that movie stays with me as much as
this relationship has.


I went home after the weekend and I do mean weekend as I stayed both nights
with Tom. We cheated our parents out of the truth for once. The weekend was
bliss. Tom and I did everything imaginable. Well imaginable as you might
guess within our limited imaginations based on lack of knowledge. Cumming
maybe five times each or more during this period together. Sleeping nude
expressing our love for each other and on and on and on.

The Monday came and I went to school and started swim class for the first
time. The boys getting nude had no affect on me. I wasn't even
interested. Mr. Collins peculiarity of standing and testing the boys ankles
and wrists for dirt before going in swimming was now obvious to me. He and
his son were perverts. He had been the one inventing the no swim suit thing
because I never heard of another school in the area doing that.

But for me there would be no hard-ons seeing other boys nude. I had a
boyfriend for the rest of my life. I had the best friend of my life and
that was Tom. I would never and I mean never find another one like him.

After school that Monday. My mother called me into the dinning area and
told me to sit down. Oh god had she found out about the weekend when I
stayed alone with Tom at the house.

Shit she had. Boy was I in big trouble and I am sure Tom was getting yelled
out too, but what the fuck. I didn't care. It was worth it. Every moment
was worth it.

"Phil, I have something to tell you." Oh shit here it comes.

"Tom's parents went to Baton Rouge this weekend." Yeah, I knew that but why
was she not looking upset.

"Well, you know how I have been trying to get you to make new friends this
year." What the fuck did this have to do with our staying home alone.

"Well, Tom's dad has been transferred to Baton Rouge, and they have bought
a new house there and are leaving the first of the month!"

...author time out!!!!

Ok, sorry. I needed a break before I went on. It was just too shocking for
me even at this age to repeat those words.

My mother had known. She had known all along and so had Tom's mother. When
my mother had said that I needed to meet new friends, she had known Tom was
moving. When I went to spend the night and only the sister was there, she
had known that too and just couldn't say "no" to me because she knew that
would be the last weekend we had together. It was a devious, bullshit,
plot.  They all had to know. Parents always know and they keep everything
from you. They lie about everything to keep control over you. They lie
about Santa Clause to keep you excited about that. The tooth fairy is a lie
and all that money under the pillow came from them. The Easter bunny to
celebrate the death of Christ is a farce. What the fuck does a pink bunny
have to do with Christ. He is better dressed up like a battery. That makes
more sense.

I went to Tom's house a couple of more times to help him pack. It was tough
times. Tom, always the optimist, said we could get together in the summers,
but, of course, mothers and time separated our memories of each other. We
never met again. I heard years latter that Tom's dad had died soon after
the move.  He died from the hereditary disease he had.

I made an attempt when I was almost forty to find Tom when passing through
his town on business. I contacted his mother and she said he was still
single which excited me a little. I called him and he was stand-offish, but
agreed we should see each other. He never showed up for the rendezvous, and
I just forgot about it. In today's world for us old timers, I guess it is
better that those relationships are buried in our memories and don't pop up
unless you read a story like mine or fucking cry while writing it.  I
apologize if I brought up something you didn't want to think about. I don't
think I did either.

Tom died of the same disease as his dad died from in the mid nineties.

He was truly "My First and Last Real Friend!"