Date: Sun, 13 Jun 1999 02:35:07 MDT
From: Jason & Jesse <lizard_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: From Over the Fence

Hello all, remember me? Well I wrote "The Strawberry Boy", if you've read
that then cool, hope you like this new one. And if you didn't, go read
it!!! You're also welcome to stop by my new website, recently opened at
http://members.tripod.com/lizard_tales. You can also email from there or
directly at lizard_tales@hotmail.com. Thanks, I look forward to hearing
from you. Laters =)

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From over the fence
by jason trower

   My summer was looking to be one miserable experience. How depressing is
that! I mean, I'm 16, I should be having the time of my life, but one thing
after another began falling apart. I'd failed my English class in school
and because it was required for graduation I had to sign up for summer
school. Not that I'm stupid, but it was my last class of the day and I'd
skipped too many times to go see my girlfriend, Racheal. She went to a
private school and got out before me, and of course like any love stricken
teen I thought an hour apart was an eternity. "Brandon and Racheal are just
such a cute couple," or at least that's what everyone always said. Now I
had to pay for my foolish ways, which seemed even more foolish at that
moment, Racheal had dumped me. Maybe she got tired of me wanting to have
sex, or maybe I just wasn't good enough for a rich girl like her. I guess
that's why she left me for that cute blond. I hoped I compared to him in
some way, I mean I'm not gorgeous but I get plenty of compliments on my
light brown hair and my blue eyes. But then again maybe she dumped me
because she caught me looking at other guys too often. I've known it since
I was 13, I'm bisexual. As much as I like girls the sight of a cute sexy
boy drives me wild. I get overwhelmed with a longing to feel what it's like
to be with another boy, to kiss a boy, to feel his body, lay naked with
him, feel his hands on me. But the harsh reality was that I'd never have
the chance. Where was I gonna meet a boy like that? I sure couldn't
advertise it, and nobody in my school would dare admit to it. So I walked
home miserable that last day of school, trying to accept the fact that my
summer was ruined and even if I did get through the summer I'd probably
never be happy.

   As I walked up the street I noticed a moving van at the house next door.
The old lady who'd lived there had moved off to Florida or somewhere, which
was fine with me. She was grumpy and always complaining about my loud
music. There was a young couple unloading boxes and looking generally
cheerful and I took that as a good sign. I hoped they would be friendlier
then old Mrs. Crutchmeyer.

   "Hey dad, where's my baseball glove?" I heard, as a kid came bouncing
out the front door. He looked to be about eleven or twelve years old. His
sandy blond hair flopped around playfully as he sprinted down the driveway.
He was wearing cut off shorts, frayed at the ends, and an oversized
t-shirt. His hiking boots also seemed a little large for his small build,
no doubt bought by a parent who didn't want him outgrowing them when the
inevitable growth spurts started. But they sure didn't slow him down, he
seemed like a ball of energy, presumably excited about moving into a new
house.

   I watched them as I walked up my own driveway. On any other day I would
have gone over to welcome them to the neighborhood but I was too depressed
to talk to anyone. The dad tossed a baseball glove to the blond kid and his
face lit up as he put it on, tossing the ball up and catching it. He looked
up to meet my eyes, giving me a friendly grin and a small wave. I managed
to force a small fake smile onto my face and then continued on my way.

   Dinner was a really comfortable place to be that evening, what with my
parents asking me about Racheal, reminding me of my summer school and
talking non stop about our new neighbors. As soon as I finished eating I
locked myself in my room and wallowed in my own self pity. The radio was
on, playing some song I couldn't stand but I didn't get up. It seemed to
almost complete my total agony. But then the commercials started and I
absolutely couldn't listen to that. I hit the power button on the remote
then tossed it on the floor among my piles of clothes, laying back on my
bed in the silence. But strangely it wasn't silent, there was still music
playing softly, distantly. I sat up on my bed trying to pin point the
source and eventually followed it to my window. Directly across the
driveway below was the window into what had been Mrs. Crutchmeyer's sewing
room. But what I saw was definitely not an old lady sewing. There were no
curtains or blinds over the window yet and I had a clear view into the
room, a clear view of the blond boy next door dancing around his new
bedroom in his boxers as he hung posters on the wall.  I sat there at my
window sill watching him, slightly amused by the way he was dancing and
singing oblivious to the rest of the world. He stood on his bed with his
bare feet spread, his eyes closed and he sang and swayed his hips back and
forth. He was cute, very cute actually. He didn't really have any muscle
definition on his chest, but it looked like his shoulders were already
starting to broaden. His stomach was flat and smooth and his arms were
small but not spindly. His legs were long and his feet were big after all,
the reason for his large hiking boots. His blond hair looked to be still
damp from the shower and he had a bracelet on his left wrist. I soon
realized that I was actually getting kind of attracted to him. What was I
doing? I was watching a mostly naked twelve year old and thinking about his
body and how cute he was! Sure I like guys but he was just too young for
me. Hell I bet he didn't even know what jacking off was.

   I finally turned from the window and yawned, realizing how tired I
really was. It had been a long and stressful day at school, especially for
a last day. I turned the radio back on quietly, pulled my shirt off over my
head and stepped out of my shorts. As I flipped the light off I saw the boy
next door pulling back the sheets on his bed. The music was gone and he
switched off the small lamp next to his bed as he laid down.

   "Is it OK to be attracted to such a young boy?" I thought to myself as I
walked to my bed in the darkness. I thought about him as I lay in bed,
about how happy he seemed, about how I was that happy at twelve, before
love had reared its ugly head and took my innocence. And by the time I'd
fallen asleep I was even more enamored by him.

   The next morning was beautiful, well the afternoon was. I had slept till
noon and it felt great. It felt even better when I realized I was home
alone. Maybe this summer wouldn't be all that bad, at least not the few
weeks until summer school started. I skipped showering, put on a pair of
shorts and went downstairs barefoot and shirtless. I passed through the
kitchen and grabbed a slice of cold pizza, the breakfast of champions. This
was the first day of summer break and by law it was a lazy day, so I
dropped a CD into the player in the family room and turned it up LOUD. I
could easily hear it as I walked out the french doors from the dining room
to the back yard. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and I decided this was
the perfect opportunity to work on my tan. As I spread my beach towel out
on the thick lawn I noticed that the fence along the neighbors driveway and
the tall hedges around the rest of the yard gave me plenty of privacy. And
like any healthy sixteen year old my mind was never far from thoughts of
the flesh. This was my chance to get rid of all my tan lines. I slipped my
shorts off an stretched out on my towel. The warm sun felt good on my skin
and the idea of being naked outdoors in the middle of the day got me a
little aroused.

   As I laid there I became aware of a sound, repeated about every ten
seconds, a soft smack. The sound of a baseball hitting a glove. I chuckled
when I realized that I was laying in the sun, naked and stiff, as that cute
boy next door tossed his baseball around on the other side of the fence. I
stretched out, wondering what he would think or do if he saw me somehow.
Just then I heard a loud crash behind me. I jumped and spun around to
look. Nothing ... except a baseball rolling off the patio table and onto the
ground. I breathed a sigh of relief but laid there motionless as I listened
for anyone approaching. I could hear soft footsteps walking the perimeter
of the fence until they stopped just outside the gate. I quickly put my
shorts back on and jumped up when I heard a gentle knocking. It was time
for me to meet my new neighbor.

   I scooped up the baseball on my way to the gate, unlocked and opened it
and looked down slightly at a startled boyish face. His hazel eyes were
wide and staring, strands of blond hair hanging in front of them. His lips
were parted as he breathed heavily. He was once again wearing cut offs but
had a tank top and an Adidas mesh jersey. It was such a cute sight I had to
smile which seemed to relax him.

   "Lose something?" I asked as I handed the ball back to him.

   "Thanks, I hope I didn't break anything," he said. My first time hearing
his voice, and what a sweet voice it was. It didn't seem to be completely
changed yet, still high pitched compared to mine, but not childish.

   "Nah, I put that old table through far worse things when I was little.
I'm Brandon," I said extending my hand. He pulled his right hand from his
ball glove and shook mine.

   "Sebastian," he said happily his eyes shifting momentarily from mine
down to my bare chest and then back.

   "You want a root beer?" I asked after a pause, trying to avoid any
awkward silence.

   "Yeah sure!" he said energetically.

   Before long we were in the kitchen leaning against the counter and
talking about him, me, our parents, the summer, everything. I learned that
he had moved here from Kansas and was pretty excited about it. We didn't
live in a big city at all but he assured me that it had to be more fun then
living in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of cows. He'd lived there his
whole life, all 12 years, but he didn't strike me as a farm boy. Some
people just aren't cut out for that kind of life. But he asked as many
questions as he answered and wanted to know all about what high school was
like here, if I had lots of friends and what we did for fun.

   "Ah you know, just hanging out, playing ball, swimming, ..."

   "COOL! I love swimming," he said, inadvertently cutting me off in mid
sentence. "We've got a pool, that rocks! Back home we used to swim in the
pond, my friends and me. It was lots of fun, as long as the girls didn't
show up, since we swim naked."

   I wasn't sure how to take his last remark, whether it was simply a young
boys dislike of girls or if he really didn't like girls. I put it out of my
mind, but I was still catching his eyes focused on my chest. I wondered why
he was looking at my body. I'm thin but not muscular, nothing special. But
this little cutie? Well judging from what I'd seen through the window last
night he was gonna be a major heartbreaker before long.

   "SEBASTIAN!" somebody yelled.

   "Oh that's my mom, gotta run," he said as he hopped down from the
counter and trotted towards the back door. "Thanks for the root beer, I'll
see ya round."

   He was so full of energy and happiness, it was almost infectious. You
couldn't see that blond hair flopping around, or his bright eyes, or his
almost mischievous smile and not smile yourself. But it was also hard not
to notice his long smooth legs that carried him around so quick, or that
round, adorable butt under his cut offs.

   `He's just a boy Brandon, he's cute but that's all, he's not for you,' I
said to myself as I headed upstairs to take a cool shower. About a half
hour later I came hopping down the steps, still wearing only shorts, my
hair still wet. Both my parents were home and seemed to be getting ready
for a cookout.

   "Better put something on, Brandon, our new neighbors are coming over for
dinner," my mom said as she stacked steaks on the counter. "You haven't
even met them yet, been hiding in your room the past two days, you all
right?"

   "Yeah mom, I'm fine, and I did meet their son, Sebastian, he's
cu--cool," I said covering my slip.

   I went up to my room to change and decided I should wear something that
looked good, or at least cool. I found a pair of flannel board shorts and a
Speedo t-shirt and stripped. That's when I looked up and saw into
Sebastian's window again. He was again listening to some music and dancing
around by himself shirtless. Always shirtless, dancing in boxers, swimming
naked, the kid just didn't seem to like clothes. Must have been a result of
growing up on the farm. I watched him for a moment but decided to actually
make myself known this time.

   "Nice moves, bud," I called from out my window. Sebastian's head
swiveled around until he found the source of the compliment, then he came
to the window smiling and leaned out.

   "How long were you watching me?" he asked with a tinge of embarrassment
in his voice.

   "Just saw ya a minute ago, but you really are good. So you and the rents
are coming over for a cookout tonight?"

   "Yeah!" he said excitedly with a broad grin, "I love cookouts. My dad
got the pool filter cleaned up today too, maybe after we eat you and I can
go for a swim."

   "Sure sounds great," I agreed.

   "Awesome!" he yelled almost jumping up and hitting his head on the
opened window. We both laughed and he blushed a little as he ducked back
inside. If I didn't know any better I'd swear he was in love, it was
cute. I finished changing, tied up my favorite old Nikes and went to help
with the food.

   The cookout was great, in fact the whole evening was great. There was
more food then all six of us could eat, and that's a lot cause Sebastian
was really packing it away. We sat on opposite sides of the table and
through almost the whole meal he would take a bite, then look up and grin
at me as he chewed. His parents were really nice, older then me but neither
of them were over 30. They were the kind of couple that my conservative
parents approved of and got along well with, yet they could easily relate
to me.

   As the sun set and the neighborhood grew dark we sat on the patio, soft
music playing in the background, mosquito torches burning around us. It was
a very tropical atmosphere, and in a way, almost romantic. Was it some kind
of an omen that Sebastian popped the question just then?

   "Hey Brandon, ya wanna go for a swim?" It was the first thing he'd said
after a long pause as our parents talked incessantly. I agreed, and after
we cleared it with our parents we skipped off to the pool. It was an in
ground pool, surrounded by a fence and small garden lights. I'd seen it
many times from my bedroom window, but except for Mrs. Crutchmeyer's
grandchildren nobody had ever used it. It had been well kept by the pool
service though and it was ready for a dip. As was I, the night air was hot
and humid. I sat to pull off my shoes and socks, then took off my shirt and
tested the water with my foot, nice and cool.

   "I thought you swam naked?" I asked jokingly as Sebastian walked to the
pool wearing shorts. He stopped and looked at me, trying to decide if I was
joking or actually wanted an explanation.

   "It's OK dude, I was just joking, whatever you want to do is OK with
me," I said reassuringly.

   "Well what I really want to do is this--" and he ran, dropping a
cannonball into the pool and splashing me with buckets worth of water. How
such a small kid could make such a big splash was beyond me, but I knew it
demanded payback. I dove in after he had come to the surface and swam under
his legs, grabbing him by both his ankles and pulling him under slightly.
He quickly kicked away and we both surfaced. He was laughing and pushing
his wet hair back with both his hands. We spent at least the next half an
hour splashing around and diving. It felt so good, the cool water washing
my cares away, Sebastian's smile warming my heart, nothing to worry about,
just childlike fun, as though I was twelve years old again myself.

   I dove again and as I came up for air I saw Sebastian climbing the
ladder out of the pool. His wet trunks hung off his thin waist a little and
I could faintly see a small tan line in the dim light. I thought he was
going to dive again but instead he walked to the house and turned off the
pool lights.

   "What are ya doing?" I asked, still treading water in the deep end. He
didn't answer, but there was a small pause, I could hear music and the
sound of our parents laughing in the stillness of the night. Then I heard
Sebastian's bare feet padding across the concrete again and a gentle splash
as he hopped back into the pool. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the
darkness but he was swimming circles around me before I could even see him.

   "I'm just havin some fun," he finally replied.

   "Hehehe I thought we were having fun already, what are you doing now?" I
asked again.

   Sebastian swam up to me, treading water in front of me and drawing
closer. As our legs began to kick together he stopped and floated, coming
closer until he was holding my arm with one hand and touching my chest with
the other. His hand was small and baby soft and he just held it there as if
feeling my heartbeat, his little finger touching my hard nipple.

   "I'm doing what you wanted me to, why don't you try it?" he said
soothingly. And with a hesitant smile he moved my hand down to his hip. He
was no longer wearing any shorts. I was shocked! Here I was in a pool with
a naked twelve year old boy who I found very attractive, and we had our
hands on each others bodies. I wasn't sure what he was trying to do or what
he wanted. Was this some kind of a signal? Couldn't be, what could he know
about sex.  But before I could make any conclusions he released his hold on
me, pushed away and began swimming again.

   "Go ahead if ya want, Brandon, it's fun," he said happily. I was still
somewhat in shock but it began to fade soon. I decided that if he wanted me
to I would. If this was a plan of his to get us naked together then I would
go along with it, but he would have to make the first move. So I crawled
out of the pool and wiggled out of my shorts. We continued swimming and
splashing and Sebastian carried on as if nothing had happened.
  
   'Maybe the signals were just in my imagination,' I thought. But I didn't
have much more of a chance to find out. Soon the gate to my yard opened and
Sebastian's parents walked out, exchanging laughs and goodnights with my
mom and dad. We quickly hopped out of the pool and tried to find our shorts
in the dark, squeezing back into them just in time.

   "Why didn't you turn the lights on, Sebastian?" his dad asked as they
walked in through the back door.

   "Oh, didn't know where the switch was," he said, then quickly added,
"Hey mom, can Brandon spend the night?"

   I was completely surprised and unsure what to say. I didn't know if his
parents would approve of the idea of a sixteen year old wanting to stay the
night with their son. I was about to chime in with an excuse when his mom
answered.

   "Not tonight, we haven't even finished unpacking yet, the house is a
mess."

   "Then can I spend the night at his house, please?" he asked undaunted.

   "Well, is it OK with your parents Brandon?" she asked turning to me. I
could have said no, I could have made any number of excuses not to. Maybe
it was the look of hope on his cute face, or sympathy for the fact that he
was in a new town and I was his first friend, but for whatever reason I
agreed.

   "Yeah they won't mind. Heck I've even got an extra bed in my room for my
friends who stay the night"

   Sebastian was overjoyed and his mom didn't seem to mind, although she
ordered him into the house for a shower and change of clothes before he
came over. He must have brushed his teeth and changed his clothes while in
the shower because he showed up at my back door only fifteen minutes
later. I had barely gotten dressed myself. He was wearing shorts, a t-shirt
and the biggest grin you'd ever seen. A breeze scented like soap and
shampoo followed him into the house and he was nearly shaking with
excitement. It was already getting late but there was absolutely no way we
were ready for bed. We hiked up to my bedroom and cranked up some tunes. I
laughed thinking about how old Mrs. Crutchmeyer would have a heart attack
if I'd done this a month ago. We sat on the floor at the foot of my bed and
flipped on the Playstation. I wanted to play Tekken 3 but Sebastian had his
heart set on Gran Turismo so I dropped in the disc. It seemed that the
longer we played the closer Sebastian moved towards me. He laughed and
cheered enthusiastically but was otherwise quiet, not saying much. By the
time we finished playing his arm was pressed against mine and he was
completely silent. I shut off the Playstation and leaned back against the
bed.

   "Brandon, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked casually, or at least
acting casual.

   "No," I said, not wanting to bring up the situation with Racheal

   "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked without hesitation.

   "Nope," I said chuckling.

   "Just wondering," he smiled.

   There was a gentle tapping on the bedroom door and my mom poked her head
in.

   "You two had better get into bed. I know you won't go to sleep but try
to keep it quiet," she said.

   We both got up, turned the music down to a whisper and began to prepare
for bed. I was about to ask Sebastian what he usually wore to sleep but he
had already stripped to his boxers and was sitting on the edge of the
bed. I decided to be modest and leave my boxers on, although I normally
slept nude. We got into bed and continued whispering back and forth. I
wasn't sure if Sebastian was getting sleepy or had something on his mind
but he was getting progressively quieter. There was a long pause and then
he spoke.

   "Brandon?" he said as he sat up on the edge of his bed, "do you think
I'm--I'm cute?"

   "Well, yeah," I said taking a chance, wondering where this was leading,
"you're pretty cute. I don't think you'll have any problems there. The
girls will probably be all over ya before long."

   "Can I lay in your bed for a little?" he asked as he got up and walked
to my bedside.

   I looked up at his face, more worried now then the happy and energetic
kid I'd seen all day. His blond locks falling in front of his eyes as he
looked down bashfully.

  "Yeah, sure," I said sliding over to make room. Sebastian laid down, his
head near mine on the pillow, his warm breath blowing on my shoulder.

   "Why do you think the girls will like me so much?" he whispered.

   "Well, like I said, you're cute, you're a really cool guy, a good
dancer, got a nice body and girls just love a cute little butt like--" I
trailed off as I realized just how much I was saying. It was already hot in
the bedroom but now with him beside me and my own heart pumping faster I
felt like I was on fire.

   "But," he said in a whisper, "I don't like girls."

   I laid there frozen as he slowly placed his small soft hand on my bare
chest and began rubbing, his slender fingers brushing over my nipples.

   "Sebastian, this--" I started to say, but he cut me off.

   "Brandon, please, let me," he pleaded softly. I knew I shouldn't, but he
moved closer, pressing his thin chest against my arm. My cock began to
stiffen and swell, bulging my boxers, revealing just how much he was
turning me on. He was making the move on me! This wasn't just some little
kid who had no clue about sex, he knew about sex and he knew he wanted it,
with me. And at that moment I had to be honest with myself, I wanted it
too.  And with that thought Sebastian placed a soft kiss on my cheek. I
turned my head to face him and looked into his eyes, full of wonder,
discovery, admiration, and love. I kissed him on the lips and slid my hand
under him, cradling him with my arm. He moved his hand down, over my flat
stomach and slipped inside my boxers. I sighed as his hand found my cock,
wrapping around it, feeling its thickness and length. I lifted my hips off
the bed and Sebastian removed my boxers, staring down at my six inches,
then taking hold again and giving me a few gentle strokes. His hand was so
smooth and soft, gliding over me with ease even dry.

   I turned to kiss his lips and he surprised me yet again by rolling over
onto me. He spread his legs to straddle me, his young chest pressed against
mine, looking down into my eyes. His lips parted to exhale and his eyes
shut as he began grinding ever so slowly into me. My head spun with all the
mixed emotions of this experience, the love, lust, fear, the astonishment
of it all.

   Sebastian leaned down and kissed me, his golden hair brushing my face. I
put my hands on his back, massaging his youthful frame, savoring the silken
feel of his skin. My hands moved down to the small of his back, and then
down further, cupping his firm tight bottom. A tiny gasp escaped his lips
at the sensation of somebody's hands on him in that way, for the first
time. I could feel the wetness of my own juices soaking the front of his
boxers. My hands took hold of the seams at the sides and pulled them down
off that cute little butt of his. I slipped them down and he quickly kicked
them off then resumed his rhythm on me. He was no longer the cute young boy
next door, he was naked on top of me, and he was a sexual being, engrossed
in giving and receiving the pleasure of our bodies.

   I held him by his sides and rolled him over onto his back, pausing to
take in my first view of him nude. His smooth flat chest and stomach, the
little round wrinkle of skin that formed his belly button, and below that a
small, newly sprouted patch of light hair around his boyhood. It was hard
and standing up, bigger then I had expected, with two small nuggets hanging
below. He laid there looking at me, waiting for my next move without fear,
only desire. I leaned over him placing angel kisses around his chest, my
lips sliding over his smooth skin like it was polished glass. I moved
without hesitation, at last to experience the mysterious act I'd so longed
to perform. My fingers explored his penis tenderly before I bent down and
slipped his entire length into my mouth. Sebastian groaned and squirmed
under me, breathing heavily, unsure of how to react to such a new
sensation. I sucked and tickled him with my tongue, bobbing my head, giving
an actual blow job for the first time. I began to slow and eventually
pulled my mouth away from him. I wanted to try so many new things before
the inevitable climax. I laid down next to him again, holding him close,
kissing his chest and neck.
   
   "I never thought it would feel like that," he whispered breathlessly,
"can I try it?"

   "Sure," I said quietly, "if you want to."

   And of course he wanted to. Sebastian crawled around to face my organ,
inspecting it up close before he took it in his hand, holding it steady as
he lowered his head. His mouth was small and tight but it fit around me. He
wasn't sure what to do exactly, but he sucked and slid his head up and down
on my pole, his teeth occasionally scraping it. My hand lingered up to his
smooth milky white bottom as it wiggled in front of me. I rubbed his firm
globes and let my fingers brush his small crack and he moaned on my cock
sending chills up my spine. I took his leg in my hand and moved him over
top of my face, kneading his butt with both my hands as my lips nibbled at
his hairless balls. Never before had I been in such a position, a feeling
of completeness with another person, and it was a boy.

   Before long his hot wet mouth was bringing me to the edge. I wanted the
blissful release but I knew that it was Sebastian's first time and I didn't
want it to be anything unpleasant. I whispered for him to stop and guided
him off of me with my hands. He laid down next to me again, on his side,
pressed to me. I held him in my arms and kissed his delicate lips.

   "Brandon," he whispered again, "I want to see you shoot."

   I took his hand in mine and placed it around my moist cock, teaching him
how to hold and stroke it. He buried his face in my chest kissing my skin,
his beautiful blond hair in my face. I released my hand from his allowing
him to pleasure me on his own, moving my hand around to his soft butt. He
began thrusting slowly, working his cock into my hip, then speeding up,
faster and faster. His breathing was coming in gasps, he was clutching my
chest, his hand working me faster, squeezing me tighter. He let out a
squeaky whimper and gave one last thrust. He shuddered and gasped as I felt
a small, wet warmth run over my hip. My balls swelled, my cock head
becoming over sensitive, his grip becoming tighter as my dick expanded in
his hand. I held him tight as I exploded, shooting gobs of hot cum into the
air, onto my chest and stomach. I moaned out, maybe a little too loud, but
nowhere near enough to express the ecstasy that I was experiencing.

   We both began to relax with a sigh, still holding each other. Sebastian
stopped his stroking and rested his hand on my chest, slick from a
combination of my sweat and cum. He rested his head on my shoulder and
kissed my cheek, whispering my name softly, unable to articulate the
feelings and thoughts that spun in his mind. I fumbled around on the floor
with one hand until I found my t-shirt and wiped my chest, lifting his arm
to wipe his hand clean, then placing it back on my chest. That's when I
realized that Sebastian was already asleep. I watched his angelic face,
feeling his chest rise and fall with his slow rhythmic breathing, his
loving grasp on me. I no longer felt any confusing feelings of fear or
frustration, no guilt or regret. This beautiful boy asleep in my bed just
had his first encounter with sex, but it was more then sex. It was a loving
act between two boys who cared for each other, who wanted to give as much
as they received, and wanted not just pleasure of the flesh but a closeness
of the heart. We had made a bond that would be remembered and cherished
forever, a bond that spanned age and gender and spoke to the soul.

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