Date: Sat, 06 May 2006 11:27:08 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Friendship Necklaces

Friendship Necklaces
By: Aberration

Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My
stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are
works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity of
characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.

Story Codes: (bb, tb, voy, oral, anal, mast)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com


Palmer Jacobson was my best friend, my name is Stephan Marachek. We both
had just reached the age of twelve, wore braces and the friendship
necklaces we'd exchanged, but that's were any physical resemblance stops,
because after that we were almost exact opposites.

My heritage was Southern European, black hair, olive skin and brown eyes on
the tall side. His was Northern European, blonde hair, blue eyes with a
fair complexion and half a head shorter. I can't tell you any other
details, because until I tell you what happened when he invited me along on
his family vacation, I didn't know them.

We hadn't been best friends for that long in reality, but when you are that
age, ten months is a long time. We met and gravitated toward each other the
first week of our sixth grade, nothing significant happened to cause it, we
didn't get into a fight or anything, we just kind of looked at each other
and said in our minds, let's be friends with that guy.

By the winter break we had gotten really close, in a real boy to boy kind
of way, which means we gave each other shit, punch and prodded and acted
like we didn't care. The necklaces were Palmer's idea, for our twelfth
birthdays, only a few weeks apart and they said enough. I think that's the
first time we hugged.

Any way, he drops this humungous bomb on me one day in late May, grinning
like that stupid cat, that as soon as school is done, he's off on
vacation. I could tell he was busting to say more, but I guess that didn't
hide my reaction of disappointment, because he didn't last a second longer,
cracking up laughing and unable to tell me the rest for a couple
minutes. He had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard, when he filled me
in that his parents got this deal to an all inclusive resort in the
Caribbean, it was actually cheaper if they booked it for four and he was
getting to invite me along!

Well, man I was like in total shock, the most my family ever did was hook
up the tent trailer and go camping for a couple of weeks, but this was a
REAL VACATION!

Oh, yeah, that's the anther thing we had in common, we were both only kids,
but my parents were much more protective and my mom nearly squashed the
whole thing, but my dad, god rest his soul, stepped in put his foot
down. He explained to his wife that times like these were important to a
boy and I was going, so start making a list of the things I needed because
we would be shopping for them tomorrow.

I'm going to skip all the details of preparing, getting there and how
beautiful the place was, because you all ready know how that stuff goes,
except for one part of the flight. We'd been in the air, had the cardboard
sandwich lunch and everyone was in that dozing, watching a movie or reading
a book stage, when this male flight attendant stops by and starts talking
to Palmer and me.

Well, with a few deft questions he guessed something I really don't believe
either one of us had any clue about, because we both agreed we had no idea
what he meant when he said, "I imagine you'll be cementing your friendship
even more on this trip," and then just winked, smiled and left us puzzled.

We get there, it's one room but sort of a suite, it's got two bedrooms and
bathrooms for each, his parents had a tub, ours just a shower, a shower
that would bring about the understanding of those confusing words by the
obviously gay Steward whose radar had been functioning perfectly I suppose.

There was still time to hit the beach and in our excitement, we started
stripping, one not paying any attention the other. We had always used the
bathroom separately when we slept over and at our level of schooling you
didn't change for physical education. So all of a sudden we're standing
face to face, swim trunks in one hand, totally naked for the first time and
we just kind of stopped and gawked for a few seconds, took in each other's
details, then when our eyes met, just busted up laughing, tugged our suites
on, grabbed some towels and spun his parents heads around as we dashed out
of the door.

"Our things are different," he said suddenly as we knelt in the water, so
it was just below our chins after a particularly strenuous water fight.

"Yes," I said in my superior knowledge sort of way, "I'm circumcised."

"What's that?" he said with a crinkle of his nose that at that instant
buzzed the thought through my mind of how cute he really was.

He listened with astonishment as I explained it as my father had when I'd
questioned him about the man's penis I'd seen in the campground communal
shower a couple of years prior.

"They cut it off?" he said with wide eyes, "Jeezus that must hurt!"

"No, no," I laughed, then thinking about it said, "I suppose it would, but
your just a few days old, they use an anesthesia, so I can't tell you if it
does or doesn't."

"You're a goof!" he splashed me with water, setting off another fight.

The sun was going down by the time we finished our battle, with no apparent
winner and decided we were totally starving, so we raced back to the room.

"Well," his mother said with mock gravity, her smile as pretty as ever,
"about time you two, get cleaned up and meet us down at the buffet."

"Why don't you just slip in and take your showers at the same time," his
father said casually, out of ear shot of Palmer's mother, but there was
that wink again, just like the flight attendant and the door closed.

He just looked at me and shrugged, saying, "You want too?"

"Sure," I replied, always the practical one too, "It'll be quicker."

Racing into our room, Palmer ran in and started the shower and as I
stripped off my trunks, I looked toward the bed and realized it would be
the first time we would share a bed. One of us had always slept on an air
mattress or something on the floor when we stayed the night, but then he
raced into the room, already nude and gave me a `COME ON!"

We jumped in the hot spray giggling and shoving, and he said, "You wash
your hair first and I'll wash my body, then we'll switch."

"Why?" I asked, pretending I didn't get it.

"Because, dummy," he responded with his exasperated voice, "We both can't
use the soap or the shampoo at the same time!"

"Oh yeah, mister smart ass," I grinned, "What soap and shampoo?"

"Oh crap!" he laughed, "I forgot!" climbing out and dashing to his
suitcase.

As he stepped out I looked at his butt, and well, all of him for the first
time, thinking how he was already starting to get some muscles, he looked
really trim, but as where I had a few curly, black hairs around my penis,
he still didn't and only the foreskin that hung from the end of his made it
look about the same size as mine.

He stopped for a second, his brand of shampoo and soap in his fists and
seeing my far off gaze, asked, "What?"

"Nuthin"" I abruptly blurted, broken from my trance.

"No way," he said shaking his head, "You were thinking somethin', com'on
what was it?"

"It's just," I said, then shook my head and told him, "No, you'll think I'm
really weird."

"No I won't," he said, taking a step or two closer, his little wiener
shaking, "Com'on Stephan, we're best friends, I know you were thinking
something important, tell me, please?" and he was really actually pleading
with me, looking at me with those bright, blue eyes all hopeful.

"I think you look great." I said flatly.

He looked at me for a second, the let out an exaggerated woof of air and
laughed gently, shook his head and smiled softly at me, "Is that all? Hell,
Stephan I think you look great too, now com'on let's get going!"

Everything slipped back into normality then, except I was taking a shower
with another naked boy and our purposeful bumping and playful nudging, so
common for us, was now skin on skin. It didn't take much of it for both of
us to bone up and we got silent, just taking the fact in, still somewhat
pretending not too sneak looks.

Finally I couldn't take it and told him, "You look just like me when you
bone."

"Yeah that extra skin pulls all the way back," he agreed, "'Cept you've got
some hair and your bigger already."

"Yeah," I replied, still looking at his stiff little boner, about three
inches to my almost four.

"Do you," and he hesitated, a light blush that wasn't caused by the hot
water flushing onto his handsome features, "uh you know," and he closed his
fist making an up and down motion.

"Sometimes," I admitted, when in actuality all I'd ever done was play with
my stiff in the tub, but I'd seen a demonstration by a cousin at a family
reunion, so I knew what he meant, it's just my arm always got sore before
anything would happen.

"Could I," and he hesitated, blush deepening even further, but I cut him
off.

"Only if I can too," I grinned and reached out ran my fingers along his
boner.

"Ohhh," he said in surprise, then huffed like he does when he's pretending
to be tired, "It's never done THAT, before when I touch it!" then reached
out gently squeezed mine.

"Ahhh," I said, having nearly the same reaction.

We just stood there, water cascading over our naked bodies, playing easily
with each others erections when we suddenly looked at each other and I
think we both felt like kissing each other, but he suddenly stopped.

"We better get going," he said bluntly, but almost sadly, "I don't want my
mom and dad asking me what took us so long," he continued in reasoning.

"Yeah," I said with a sigh.

It was all business after that and we were spit shine polished and heading
for our first wave of the buffet after about fifteen minutes. His mom
didn't say anything, but his dad gave us a knowing grin and just said, "Try
the oysters."

"Henry!" his mother said with a cough, hiding her smile behind her napkin.

Of course this went over both our heads and we just gave them the old,
`PARENTS!' eye roll and headed off to gather our bounty.

"Who would eat that stuff, yuck," Palmer made a face as we eyed the ugly
looking things, all slimy and gray in their rough and knuckled shells.

"Your DAD!" I laughed and he joined me, almost spilling our already over
laden plates.

The food was really great and there was tons of it, so naturally we made
pigs of ourselves with three trips each and then two to the desert
bar. Palmer's parents were really great people and he and I watched in
amusement as they danced away after we'd finished our food and headed out
to check out the rest of the place.

"Let's head back to the room," he said with a gleam in his eye, "They'll be
like that for a couple of hours at least!"

"Okay," I agreed, but he'd taken off to tell them before I even finished.

Catching up with him, we informed his parents, his dad looking right at me
and winking and we took off for the elevator. Once safely separated in the
small compartment, he started giggling and poking me, so I poked back.

"So what do you suppose is up with the winks?" I asked him, after grabbing
hold and stopping his attack, hugging him from behind.

"Probably knows what I want to do," he giggled.

"Tell me!" I squeezed him hard.

"Omph, ok, ok," he giggled again, "They've got porn movies on TV here!"

"What? No way, really, like you watch them on your TV?" I said
flabbergasted.

"Yeah way!" he laughed and shrugged as I let him go. "I just hope mom
doesn't know how to get them shut off or made him do it!"

"Your dad lets you watch porno?" I said unbelievingly.

"No, silly," he shook his head in that way that made him look so cute. "But
he'd never think to block them, unless my mom reminded him."

Of course they were blocked, did you think they were irresponsible parents?
Actually it was standard hotel policy to block them, you had to call an
unblock them and even though I thought he sounded pretty good, the clerk
informed Palmer that his father or mother would have to go by the desk
personally. With more then just a snicker I might add, obviously he'd had
experience with such nasty little boys in the past.

So we had to settle for the next best thing, a good t and a one on the
movie channel and we were about halfway through when Palmer said we should
just get ready for bed and watch it in our bedroom, so off we headed. We
stripped down to our undies, both having decided at our last sleepover that
pajamas were for babies, much to my parents dismay, but I won over by
promising to use my robe still. Palmer's parents never seemed to mind,
though we never let them actually see us, that would have been way to
embarrassing!

"You know earlier," Palmer said as we lay there next to each other, not
really paying attention to the movie, "in the shower?"

"Yeah," I prodded, curious as one might think.

"Have you ever, like, you know, with somebody else?" he quietly asked, not
looking at me.

"No," I said plainly and then decided to admit my ignorance, "I've never
even done it myself, I don't think."

"Wadda ya mean," he asked puzzled, sitting up on his elbows and forgetting
the television.

"Any time I do it, my arm just gets tired, but I know there's supposed to
be more."

"Wait," he stopped me, "You mean you've like never gotten THE FEELING?" and
he said the last with such an incredulous face it made me blush and grin,
just shaking my head.

"DUDE!" he cried, "It's like the most awesome thing in the world!"

"How do you know?" I asked quirkily, egging him on.

He laughed and put his hand on my shoulder, and reducing his mirth to just
a smile, said, "If I would have known, I would have done this a lot
sooner!" and he reached under and started feeling and rubbing my crotch on
the outside of my white briefs. I froze, even though we'd already touched
each other in the shower a sort of a panic ran through me because this felt
different, somehow it felt a lot more serious is the only way I can
describe it. He lay his head down between mine and my shoulder and slowly
rubbed up my stomach and chest.

"It feels so smooth," he said softly as he began to gently tweak my right
nipple.

"Ow," I grunted, as he pinched, garnering a giggled apology, but he didn't
stop, just moved over to the other.

"Ohh," I breathed out, a smooth feeling of pleasure moving through me as I
felt his hair on my shoulder move and then the tip of his tongue start
toying with the small nub of my left breast. "Oh wow, Palmer," I sighed,
then hitched another breath as the wet trail started and followed the tip
down to my innie navel.

My dick was harder then a two by four plank, stretching my plain old white
briefs to the max, a slick wet spot where I'd leaked several spasms of
precum. Palmer's hand pulled at the waistband, tugging them down under my
balls and he gripped me right at the base and pointing my shaft more
upright, leaned forward and slipped the whole things between his lips and
started sucking and swirling his tongue on my gland.

"OHH MAN, Shhiit," I hissed as my eyes clenched and the warm wetness spread
to encompass my entire being.

I was gripping the sheet in both fists and my head started to thrash on the
pillow, my hips beginning to instinctively jerk and thrust, which he
controlled by holding me by the hips. He bobbed his head slowly, stretching
me even harder on the up, and then quickly sliding back down.

"OH GOD, OH GOD, UGHHHHH!" the strangled cry was cut off as simultaneously
he slipped up and lip locked the blood engorged head of virgin cock,
slipped his fingers around the shaft and jacked me, the fingers of his
other hand slipping in beneath my balls and rubbing between them and my
little hole, the tip of index finger sliding closer to it and then in.

I blew; totally, I mean my mind just fused on the tremendous surge of
pleasurable feeling and from the tip of my cock to the tip of my nose I
just stiffened and trembled, little grunts as my cock pulsed and sent forth
the first load of cum my balls had ever produced directly into the mouth of
my best friend.

Three, four, six times I pulsed and even as immersed as I was I heard him
swallow and suck the slurp, as he lengthened out and started bobbing his
head again. Never ending it felt as it started, but the comedown was quick
and with intense sharpness I became extremely sensitive, and pulled him off
with my hands and collapsed back the bed, face flushed and breath panting
like a bloodhound bored with the hunt.

End of Part One