Date: Sun, 04 Feb 2007 01:58:02 -0500 (EST)
From: high5fiveme (at) lycos (dot) com
Subject: first and last real friend chap 3

If you are reading this you have read the first two chapters. I know the
story is not really very erotic but I hope shares the thinking one might
have had at this age whether you became gay or not when you experienced
that first person who introduced you to sex. As a man, you might have found
this first relationship to have been the best or one of the best, and I
think that is what one needs to think about here.  If you are under the age
of 18, you are not supposed to be reading this story because it is possibly
illegal in your area and most adults and the law who supports their beliefs
think you are too young to do any of this or think about any of it.  So as
I said in chapter two, go read the Hardy boys. But whatever you do dont
think about them sexually.

end of chapter two:

Tom went "My turn!" Which words brought me back to earth from wherever my
brain firings had taken me. He then rubbed me in exactly the same manner
and in the same places as I had done. So now I knew I was safe to venture
out to unknown places and see what happens, but you know after this second
massage I was exhausted and so did Tom seem to be and we agreed to just go
to sleep. This was the beginning for me to find the way I could put myself
to sleep for the many years to follow. It would be some time though before
I figured the whole thing out and Tommy was seemingly going to be my
teacher.

chapter three: the first and last real friend

Fleeting moments and fun times with Tommy are still in my mind to this
day. We, from that last night in bed, started hanging out at school.  We
played games on the playground with Ronnie being there from time to time
but it seemed largely to stay away from us when we were together. I am not
sure if this was out of jealousy or a "knowing" that Tom's and my
relationship transcended what he could have with Tommy.

 After school was spent together as much as we could playing
sports...mostly tennis or throwing balls as we played little league
baseball but not on the same team. We hit golf balls on the playground
after school.  Both of us admired the other cute boy in class, John, who
was the golfer.  I think we had the same taste in guys, but Tommy seemed to
be a little more liberal when it came to hair color.  In our ongoing
playing, I can say truly I had met my first real friend. Between us there
was a special realtionship. We absolutely never fought, argued or had any
problems with each other. I can assure you that never has happened with
anyone since Tommy. He and I talked about everything. The best thing was in
the area of competition.  As boys we loved to compete, and we competed over
everything, but the competiton wasn't exclusive as it is with most men. I
didn't beat him hoping to put him down and show him I was better. It was
more "Here, look what I can do. Can you beat that?" Never since has it been
like that with other boys or men. Men can be brutal as they try to win to
show off their prowess. I blame this on women though as our showing off is
to prove we are better than another man so they can pick the winner. What
animals we are!!!

Tommy and I even got into the girl thing sort of. We competed over having
the best looking girlfriend in class. He, of course, won because the cutest
girl would go with him. Girls are not much different than boys at this age,
I think.  The good looking girls go after the good looking guys.  I, on the
other hand, seemed not to have a problem getting the smart girls, but what
guy wanted a smart girl? They actually had more cooties than the good
looking girls.  Maybe I shouldn't say cooties in sixth grade, since by then
some girlls were "filling out" and now they seemed to be more aggressive
and knowing what they wanted in boys. As a boy, though, I was just into
fetish at that age and pursuing my fetish that just seemed to be the cutest
boys.

My special relationship with Tommy though had to do with much more than
playing together.  I can truly say: all of the playing and all of the
sports together with Tommy and all the friendship were just what we did
during the day and during the week, but I know that both of us lived for
the weekends when we got to spend the night at least once together and
usually one night his place and the other my place. He went with Ronnie
occasionally for a night, but I never thought about that as Ronnie wasn't
cute enough for me.  God, I hate myself for that snobbish thinking.

After that first night upstairs in Tommy's room, I think it was probably
the next weekend that I asked him to stay over at my place overnight. The
leniency of this with our moms was easy.  No questions were asked.  Both of
us got along with each others' moms.  We had the same manners and in my
case, my mother wanted me to dress and keep groomed like Tommy. In my case,
I was just an adult with the adults and Tom's mother was just happy to have
someone around she could talk with. Her husband was not well and she just
enjoyed the company of a guy who could share stories.  Remember I was the
teacher's pet, and I think this was because I could live in two worlds one
of the adult and one of the child. The latter world I existed in only to be
with my close friends and fetishes.  I just never thought I was a child.

That night at my house was another night of hardon for me. From the moment
that we undressed until I fell asleep, I was hard. I have no idea about
Tommy's condition of his dick because for some reason I never even thought
about his dick. I was just trying to get rubbed and get the feeling I
wanted that excited me while relaxing me to sleep. We jumped in my double
bed together right away because I had no mirror for Tommy to groom in
before bedtime. I lay quickly on my stomach and asked Tommy if he wanted
his back rubbed. I had no doubt the answer and in my mind which had been
working on this from the moment I knew he was coming, I was ready for the
back rubs to progress that night to rubbing more and more between the legs
and up into the groin area. I began, and we exchanged an intial rub. Time
two, I took one aggressive move. As I rubbed down his back and touched the
elastic of his underwear, I just went for it and rubbed his butt over his
tighty whities. There is no way to explain my excitement at this
point. Just the thought of touching his butt sent my mind to fire whatever
neurons it could fire and I slowly rubbed my own dick against the bed as I
did this.  After I had finished, I just took my hand off Tommy and lay
there wondering if that was the last time this would happen.  I didn't say
"Your turn" because I figured he would maybe just have fallen asleep. But
to my surprise, he said thanks that felt the best, and he reached over and
in kind rubbed me doing exactly what I had done. When he got to rubbing my
butt over my underwear, the thought was enough to send me through the roof
but I tried not to rub my cock against the bed not wanting him to know yet
about my dick. In fact, I was just rediscovering that area of my body. Hard
as a rock and four inches of pure pleasure awaited me and Tom under my
underwear, but the time was not there yet. It seemed both of us in our
naivettee had no idea what laid ahead for us.

 After Tommy finished massaging me, I did him one more time rubbing him as
sensually as I could between his legs and up in his crack. I could only
think as I did it how great it would be to do it under his pants. None of
this made any sense to me as I had no idea what I was doing but was just
going with the feelings and what made me feel better and better as I
touched him.  This was a friend but much more than that. Someone who gave
me special feelings, and I had no idea how or why. To this day I wonder if
it was purely fetish; or was this a special relationship: fun during the
day with no fights or arguments, a competitive spirit between us that
helped each person get better at whatever we did. Did all of this then
enhance those feelings I could get in bed on the weekend. And what about
that word "Love" that everyone used.  Could this happen between two young
boys or are our brains just wired for sex and infatuation that so many
accuse us of.

It was soon, though, that I found out how the fetish works because after
that night and the following night and maybe another weekend or two of back
rubs with over the underwear rubbing, I realized that this was not
enough. It's strange how the naive mind works, though, since I had no idea
what I was doing or what anything was as in what sex was or girls were for,
all I thought about was getting into his pants. And by this I mean
literally just that. Just how can I get under that underwear.  I didn't
even have a thought of seeing his dick or grabbing it or anything. Those
who know our naivettee in those days may understand this. Today a ten year
old knows everything. I think though that the way it works is just that you
are excited by what you think excites you. So for me it was something that
simple....Put my hands on Tommy's butt was enough to keep me alive forever.

The night was a night at his house...how could I forget that. We had played
hard all day because it was Saturday.  I had won at tennis and he had won
at baseball. The evening game was monopoly and I always won at that. Then
it was build card houses. We were both a little sweaty from the day and I
remember he had a wonderful smell about him. Prepuberty was a nice smell
and not something so strong you had to wash off or something your parents
complained about.  So no one made us take baths that night since we were
spending the night together. Since we had spent plenty of nights together
and the back rubs were just a part of the routine, we weren't in a hurry to
get to bed. I guess this is because we weren't horny. I was the first to
say ok lets go to bed as I had been plotting the back rub advancement.

I undressed and jumped into bed first on the inside since the owner got the
outside at his own home. Tommy did his ritual but did a funny thing and
smelled under his armpit before jumping in bed and then let out a
laugh. This gave me an in and when he jumped in bed, I leaned over and said
let me smell; so I did and it did something to me by sending my dick up
immediately. Pherenomes are not a biggy for men but they do have their
affect.  I have never been much into perfume but the smell of Tommy's
underarm was something that did trigger something in me. I said "Let me go
first." Knowing exactly what I meant but not knowing what he was in store
for Tommy said "Sure." I went for his back and did my usually sensual rub
along with a little harder rub on his back and then down between his legs
which he spread as usual. Tonight though for some reason, his body seemed
smoother. A young boy with no hair has that sensual feel of smooth
flesh. On the second pass of his back and in between his legs, I couldn't
stand it anymore and I just went under his underwear onto his smooth,
pliant butt. Now the feeling of his butt along with what happened to my
brain almost caused me to faint.  He had not said a word. I continued for a
brief time as if it were kind of an accidental move I had made underneath
the underwear and having nothing said to me, I just went ahead and finished
the rubbing up his back as usual.  "Your turn." I said, Had I finally
overstepped the bounds of our friendship and our touching experiences, I
wondered.  Afterall, I had never seen him nude or seen his butt or anyone
elses and this was such a private area. I didn't have long to find out
because he didn't say a word like, "I'm tired. Lets just go to sleep."
Instead, Tommy dutifully started his massage and went down to my bottom and
rubbed over the underwear as we had been doing.  Oh please, please go
underneath, I thought to myself. On his way back up, Tom gave me my very
wish and went slowly up my groin area. With my legs spread widely, I left
him plenty of room to creap his hand up my pants and, voila, he did. In
fact, he stayed on my butt longer than I had...much longer. In fact, on one
pass downwards, I could feel a finger slowly entering from the top of my
crack and running down just a few inches but not quite all the way to the
forbidden zone.

Now we didn't talk about this at all. Not one word. Not to say that feels
good or anything. Tom just said "Your turn."  My turn....my turn what.
What now. Well I went ahead and leaned up to him to smell under his armpit
as this smell seemed to make me brave for some reason. Brave to do what?
One deep breath, and I was at it again.  I rubbed this time down to his
underwear and I guess it was the smell of body sweat of this sweet,
beautiful, lover boy of mine but I just went straight for his elastic and I
pulled down his pants to completely expose his rear end.  We had no covers
over us this evening at all since it was warm, so I was able to feast my
eyes on that gorgeous bottom which I then carressed with my left hand.  I
know it sounds strange but I never got up on top of him to use both hands
and being right handed, I always preferred the nights at my house where my
position in bed gave me the right handed massage. I think that I was afraid
still of having him see my hardon since I didnt know what it was. But I
could care less, at this point, because I have seen all I need to see.
Maybe all I ever needed to see, a beautiful naked bottom on the most
beautiful, wonderful person I had ever met. Tom was my friend, my helper,
my confidant and probably if I had understood it, my lover.

When it was his turn to do the final rub of the night. I made it easy for
him and just lowered my pants below my butt, not exposing my dick because
this was still going to be offlimits for quite some time. This was the last
massage as we both had experienced that evening feeling of "sex," and then
like with most all men the shot of serotonin came in to our brains and it
put us to sleep.

Short but sweet I hope!  Maybe a couple of more chapters.