Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 19:45:03 -0600
From: Sandy <pecansandy@hotmail.com>
Subject: halcyon days 2

Halcyon Days
by Sandy
Chapter 2

I wasn't always into sex.  I was quite a nice little boy once, and I only
played with my thingy when I was alone in the bathtub.  I probably didn't
start that until I was nine, so I had more than 8 years of relative purity.

When I was ten, though, that's when my life took a turn to the interesting
side of the street.

Terry was my best friend, and he lived right across the street from me with
his parents and his younger sister.  They lived in a small house on a big
yard, and we lived in a larger house on a small yard.  We needed the room
because I had three brothers, two older and one younger than me.

Terry's dad was a welder for the power company, and he had a reputation as
a roughneck.  He always treated me well, though, so I liked him just fine.
His mother worked in a store somewhere.  She sold cosmetics, which is the
reason I never bothered to find out any more.  If she sold candy or comic
books I know I would have shown a greater interest.  I liked Terry's mother
and sister both, and I spent more time at their house than I did at home,
mainly because my brothers were not there.

My father was a branch manager for a bank, and Mom didn't work a regular
job.  She did volunteer for a lot of things at school and church, though.
She also played tennis often, so she was gone a good amount of the time.
When she was home, she was a super-excellent cook.  It's really a wonder
that none of us kids got fat, but we didn't. Terry always came to my house
after school just because of that, because Mom always had something yummy
to eat; either cookies, or brownies, or muffins or something else
delectable.

At age ten, we were finally allowed to cross the street by ourselves.  The
road was a main thoroughfare, and until the Interstate finally opened, it
was a major truck route.  Every dog or cat we ever had managed to get
squished in the road, and my father's car got burned up once when a fuel
truck burned up right beside it.  That was the last time he ever parked on
the street.

Before we were ten, somebody always had to cross us.  If nobody was
available, then we didn't go.  Period.

However, at the magical age of ten, we got some extra supervision and
explanations, combined with warnings about what could happen if we made a
mistake, and threats about what would happen if we made the mistake and it
didn't manage to get us painted on the road.  There was a price to pay
either way, so we learned to take our time and wait for big gaps in the
traffic.

It was a big deal, though.  Now we could spend almost unlimited time
together when we were out of school, and that allowed us to cause unlimited
trouble.  You see, Terry was kind of a contradiction.  Adults knew him as a
quiet, studious boy.  He disarmed everyone, adult and child alike, with his
angelic good looks and his easy, shy smile.  He had light blond hair that
was too soft to be managed, but he kept it long anyhow, and it was the only
unruly thing about his appearance. At that age, we were hardly into
appearances to start with, but Terry had a knack for setting himself apart.
He had some hats that nobody else did, like a train engineer's one that he
wore often, and it was downright precious on him.  Then sometimes he'd do
something simple like tie a bandanna around his neck, and heads would turn
all over the place.

Terry was smart, too, and a good student.  He had some other remarkable
traits, too.

Terry was a thief, and he was a liar, and he was marvellously adept at
both.  Other kids knew he lied all the time because the lies would be about
them, but I don't think an adult ever caught on.  He never got caught
shoplifting either - not once, and he was nothing if not prolific.  It
wasn't just stores, either.  He took things from school, from church, from
neighbors and friends, from parked cars.  Wherever there were valuables
you'd find Terry at one time or another.

You wouldn't find me, though, because I got too nervous.  And I couldn't
tell a decent fib if my life depended on it.  Whereas Terry could come up
with an entire alternative to our day on no notice, I blushed and got
tongue tied when I tried to lie, so I always got caught in them.  When we
had to lie together about something, I'd let Terry talk while I stood
nodding my agreement.

Okay, let me tell you about the summer of our tenth year.  You already know
that we were allowed to cross the street on our own.  Right after school
let out, Terry and his family always went to Maine to spend a couple of
weeks with his mother's family.  I went to Y-camp for the same two weeks,
and I always had fun.  It was a day camp with one sleepover, and we did all
kinds of things there.  Camp sessions were two weeks, and the last day
would be a Friday.  Terry got home from Maine on Sunday night.  I had other
friends to do things with, so it's not like I had any anxiety, but I did
miss him.

The Monday after he came home, I went to his house in mid-morning.  The
whole family was home because they were still on vacation, so Terry and I
took off to the park to compare notes.  You've probably already anticipated
this, but Terry was playing a whole new tune, and it wasn't the blues.  No
sir, it was like he'd heard a whole new marching band, and he wanted me in
it!

"Sandy!" he said excitedly while we crawled thru the culvert to our secret
spot.  I have no idea what it used to be, but it was a 9x9x9 foot cement
box that had a brook running thru it, with metal culverts on the up and
downsides.  Anyhow, "Sandy!  You're not gonna believe the stuff I did with
my cousins!"  He started wiggling his fingers excitedly, "It's so awesome!"
He eyed me and lowered his voice to just above a whisper, "Did you ever
hear about sex?"

"Yeah," I said.  "I know about sex.  That's like boys and girls, right?
Male and female?"

Terry nodded impatiently and jumped right in, "Yeah, yeah, that's right,
but you can do sex, too!  It feels sooo awesome!"  He grabbed his crotch
and when he saw that I'd noticed, he said, "Do this, just like me.  Just
rub gently and say how it feels."

I watched him for a second, then imitated what he was doing.  It was the
first time I'd ever stroked myself like that outside the bathtub, and even
with shorts and underpants on, it felt really nice, and my dick stiffened
right up.  That made me smile, and I said, "It made it hard!"

Terry grinned, "That's the beginning.  It feels good?"

I nodded my agreement, and Terry said, "It's better when somebody else does
it.  Here, you do me, and I'll do you."

He positioned himself next to me and reached over to touch my dick.  Mind
you, I was dressed in shorts and underpants, but even so.  I will never,
ever, as long as I live forget that moment in the culvert.  I know, you're
wondering if one touch at the age of ten could convince me that I would
always want a touch there if it came from another boy.  Clue: yes.

If I could have cum, I would have cum.  As it was, I think I nearly
fainted.  Terry was stroking me very, very gently, and from the tip of my
dick down to under my balls, Then he'd spread his fingers and tickle the
insides of my thighs, then back to my meat.  God, it was wonderful, and it
was exciting, and yes; even a little dirty.

I loved it, and for awhile I lost the power of speech.  Then Terry asked,
"Like it?"

My eyes were bulging by then, but I gasped out a yes.  He said, "Do the
same thing to me.  Then I'll show you the good part."

I heard that, but it didn't really sink in.  Like I wasn't already
experiencing the good part?  I looked at where he was, then tentatively
reached over and touched him, which elicited a squirm and a little squeal,
but then we were in tune.  We stroked, squeezed and tickled.  The feel of
his dick under my fingers was as erotic as the feel of his own fingers on
my dick.  I didn't know the word then, but believe me I understood it
immediately.

I don't know how long we did that, probably just minutes, and I got annoyed
when Terry stood up, breaking all contact all at once.  I'd been totally
into it, and I looked at him with my displeasure on my face.  He started to
pull his shorts down, and said, "It's better if you're bare."  Then his
pants and underwear disappeared, and I found myself looking at my first
ever hardon on another boy.

Terry had the goods, too, at least for his age.  His dick was a good four
inches long, and when it cleared his undies it slapped right up against his
tummy and stayed there.  It was as white as the skin around it, and his
plump little balls hung beneath.  I'd seen him bare before and never
thought anything about it, but his arousal brought a whole new dimension to
my thinking.  We weren't changing to go swimming to begin with, and that
was a big part of it.  No.  Terry was teaching me what he so suddenly
seemed to know about sex.

He said thickly, "Now you," and I wasted no time getting my own pants off.
When I looked at his face, his eyes were as glued on my own equipment as
mine had just been on his.  "Nice, Sandy, " he breathed.  "Don't freak now.
I'm going to touch you on bare skin."  Then he reached out and did just
that, ever so gently stroking me from right near my butthole , across my
balls, and up the length of my dick.

I managed to not freak out, but I know I made noise, and I felt an
excitement in me that was akin to Christmas morning.  Different, of course,
but immensely exciting.  I reached over and did the closest I could to
Terry, and I got a similar reaction.  He pulled me to him, and our dicks
touched, and then we were chest to chest.

"This is where it gets good," Terry said.  Then he let go of me and knelt
before me.  I looked down at that angelic face, and he looked up, his blue
eyes half closed.  Then he opened his mouth and took my dick inside it.

Oh God!  I thought I'd faint for sure.  Just seeing was enough.  My little
prick in my best friend's mouth.  But the feel of it threatened to stop my
heart!  His mouth was warm and wet, and he was doing things with his tongue
that I can't describe.  Then he started moving, so he went back and forth,
taking my dick in, then sliding off it.  I had to put my hands on his
shoulders just to stay on my feet, and after just a short time I lost it.
I started shuddering like crazy.  All thought stopped, and I was just lost
in this ecstatic feeling, blinded by stars in my eyes, incapable of speech.

The next thing I knew, Terry was off me, still on his knees, and grinning
like the devil himself.  "Hey, you came your first time," he said
cheerfully.  "Well, you sort-of came.  My cousin says it's a dry run."

My head was full of question marks to begin with, and I had no idea at all
what Terry was talking about.  I asked something bright like, "Huh?" and he
giggled.

He reached for my hand and pulled me down beside him.  "That's sex, Sandy.
You just had an orgasm.  If you were older, you'd shoot stuff from your
dick when that happens.  It took me like five times to have an orgasm."

I stared at him, confused by the new words, the new feelings.  "Stuff?"

He snickered, "Yeah, jizz!  It's this white stuff like Dairy Queen, only if
you put it in a girl you make babies."

"Oh," I said, hoping not to seem as totally stupid as I felt.

Terry put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You'll figure it out, Sandy.
I didn't know anything either, two weeks ago."

I stared ahead, not sure what I was feeling.  Nothing, not a thing, had
happened that I didn't like.  At least not until I felt dumb about not
understanding, but that did nothing to diminish the raw pleasure I'd felt.

"Am I supposed to do that to you?" I asked Terry.

He looked me in the eye, smiled, and then he nodded eagerly, as if he
thought I'd never ask.

Terry remained sitting, and I got as comfortable as I could while getting
into position, and I had no qualms at all about taking his dick into my
mouth.

This was an act that just an hour earlier I would have never, ever
imagined.  Yet it seemed to me to be as natural as eating and sleeping, as
getting dressed for school.  I was not a natural at it, as could be
attested by Terry's yelps.  My tendency was to chew on things that entered
my mouth, and that was something I had to unlearn in a hurry, but otherwise
I did good, and before long Terry's little prick was jumping around in my
mouth while the rest of him squirmed around in the culvert.

When he finally pushed me away, he gasped, "Wow!"  then he grinned.
"Welcome to sex," Sandy.

Then we pulled our clothes on and walked out into the park to see if anyone
was there to play baseball.

I liked baseball.  I could hit, I could run fast, I was a good fielder.  I
just had a lousy arm, and I couldn't throw worth a crap.  That still left
me better than most kids, and Terry wouldn't play sports at all.

I had my friend Jimmy to play ball with.

This shouldn't be confusing.  Terry was my best friend, and we did lots
together.  Except sports.  I was no great athlete myself, but I liked
playing physical games.  Jimmy Madrakson was my friend for athletics, and
he was a really nice kid from a good family.  He wasn't a great athlete
either, but we had fun doing what we could.  My weakness in baseball was
his strength.  He had a great arm, but he couldn't outrun his own mother.
Or anybody, I think; he was just slow.

There was a game up, and I joined in while Terry sat in the shade to watch.

He watched me, and when I noticed that I thought of sex.

About Terry and sex.  The sex we'd had.

Then I forced myself to think about the game.

___________

Thanks to the people who have written to encourage me.  I know the first
chapter was kind of blatant, but this one brings us to the beginning, where
things were gentler.  I should have mentioned that I don't often respond to
mail, but I only keep writing if I continue to receive it.  If you actually
want a response to your mail, then write something interesting and indicate
that you'd like a response.  Otherwise, I'm encouraged.  I'm not pleased
that this ended up in adult-youth, because that's not what it's about, nor
is it what I asked for.

The story is set in 1961, when an adult was over 21 in every state in the
Union, and the age of majority in most states was 12.  Therefore, everyone
in it so far qualifies as a young friend.  Be that as it may, I'll write
more if I hear more.

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