Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 07:28:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Edward Morgan <emd222004@yahoo.com>
Subject: JR and the Love that Never Was/Chapter 1: A Summer of Change

                         JR and the Love that Never Was

                               By: Isaiah Lincoln


Chapter 1: The Summer of Change

June 16, 1995

It is has only been a week since my 13th birthday. I sit in the back of
the truck, looking at my neighborhood fade away, knowing in my heart,
this is the last time I will ever see it. My jubilance a year ago at the
news that we were going to be moving to the country has become bitter to
me. How was I to know that puberty would set in and that my attentions
would be shifted in another direction? Now suddenly, I wasn't interested
in playing games or watching TV, but in the feelings I was beginning to
develop towards girls and boys. As I sat there in the back of the truck,
I thought of one person; Ralph. I sat there, memories of him filling my
mind.
During just the last couple of months of 6th grade, Ralph and I had
become friends. He had long, dark, chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, and
had recently acquired a nice glowing tan from playing football. He was
athletic and aggressive for a 14 year old re-doing his 6th grade year. It
is also worth mentioning that we didn't always get along...at all. We
used to argue, threaten each other, fight each other, and pretty much
call each other every name in the book. The one day, right in the middle
of one of our fights, in Computer Class, we just looked at each other and
got quiet. We stared at each other in the darkened room and something
happened between us. My anger and animosity became replaced with this odd
curiosity in him. He wasn't who he had been just a moment ago, it seemed
to me anyway. And he was returning the same look in his eyes. A devious
smile spread across his full red lips. The next thing I knew he put his
arm on my shoulder, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Hey man meet me
in the bathroom." He asked the teacher to be excused and left the room.
I was in shudders as a strange new energy I had never felt before coursed
through my young body. LUST. I actually had my first sexual thoughts at
that moment about Ralph, a guy I had despised and fought with for years.
I waited another minute and asked the teacher for permission to use the
restroom. As I headed to the restroom where I knew Ralph was waiting, I
felt dizzy with the new feelings my body was experiencing. I knew what
was going to happen. As I entered the bathroom and walked in, an arm
wrapped itself around me from behind, hot lips pressed themselves against
my ear and whispered, "move towards the last stall down, and don't try
to look at me." I complied and after entering the stall he again began
whispering, "I'm tired of fighting with you man. How about we try to be
friends?" "Yes, I whispered back, let's try." His arm eased off of me
and as I turned and faced him, he leaned in and kissed me. At first I
didn't know what to do but after a second or two it just seemed natural
and I was kissing him in return. Our bodies pushed close to one another,
and I felt his warm, hard cock pressing through the fabric of his wind
pants. Just as my hand was about to work its way to the hard flesh I felt
between his legs, he pulled away. He ran his hand through my hair,
smiled, stuffed a piece of paper in my shirt pocket, and walked out of
the restroom, leaving me breathless. Stunned doesn't even come close to
describing that moment, the moment of my first kiss, and with another guy
of all things, a guy I had just hated 20 minutes ago. It felt right
though and I had this exciting sensation coursing like electricity all
over my body. As I walked back to class, I opened the piece of paper that
Ralph had stuffed into my shirt pocket. It read "MEET ME AT THE
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL DOWN THE STREET FROM YOUR HOUSE AT 4PM. LET'S HANG
OUT." I walked back to class and sat down at the computer, Ralph right
next to me, acting completely nonchalant. The rest of the class I could
hardly concentrate and get my work done. When the bell rang, I got up,
grabbed my backpack, and as I was going to walk away, I felt a hand slip
into the back pocket of my jeans. Ralph gently squeezed my ass cheek and
whispered, "don't be late." I left class and barely got through the
rest of the afternoon. The bus ride home seemed an eternity.
When I got home, I jumped straight in the shower, cleaned myself
meticulously, and tried desperately not to jack off even though my
throbbing prick was begging me to stroke it. By the time four o'clock
rolled around I had already been at the school eagerly awaiting Ralph's
arrival. The kiss we had shared raced through my mind, the smell of his
skin filling my mind. As I waited at a picnic table on the playground, I
was startled by a hand grabbing my shoulder. I spun around and found
myself right in front of Ralph. I gasped staring up at his shining face
in the sun. "Let's walk, he told me and I hastily stood up and began
following him. We walked and talked for quite some time, our conversation
not even turning to what had happened earlier in the day in the bathroom.
Suddenly, Ralph took off running around the school leaving me behind. So
he wants to play hard to get I thought and immediately took off after
him. I ran around the school but did not see him. I searched everywhere
frantically wondering where he had disappeared to. As I finally took a
moment to catch my breath, I was tackled to the ground. I rolled over and
found myself pinned by Ralph. His muscular arms held me firmly in place.
I stared up at his beautiful face, mesmerized by the beauty I was just
beginning to notice in him. I tried to struggle free and gain some
ground, but Ralph had another idea. He leaned down and pushed his lips
against mine, my body went limp. I savored the feel of his lips against
mine and soon was passionately returning the kiss. His mouth opened and
out tongues came dancing together. Our hands began to frantically run
across each others bodies, exploring every contour of our heated frames.
Just as I once again felt the warmth of his cock press against me and
reached to touch it, he was up and running again. This time I saw him
head across the street towards a wooded area and chased after him. I ran
faster than I ever had and wished that I could travel at the speed of a
flying bullet. As I entered the woods, I found him laying on a blanket
under a huge oak tree, his white t-shirt now off. As I knelt down in
front of him, breathless, he reached out for me and we embraced. I
planted kisses down his neck and ran my hands over his hairless muscled
chest. My head was swimming in lust for this guy. I wanted him to be my
first, my only, the first and last to ever be with. I removed my shirt
and soon we were lying on the ground together, kissing, and grinding our
hips earnestly into one another. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other
as our tongues flickered back and forth. His hand moved to my aching
prick, and for the first time, another person touched my dick. I returned
the favor, and for the first time in my life, I was touching another guys
cock. I was in pure euphoria and amazement as I ran my hand up his 6",
thick prick. I pulled away from our hot kiss and whispered in his ear,
"I've never done this before, but I want you in every way." He kissed
me deeply and then whispered in my ear, "I've never been with a guy
either, but I want to be with you. Just relax and you'll know what to
do." I felt my shorts pulled down and then he began kissing my neck and
working his way down. When he reached my nipples and licked across them,
I trembled from the sensation which I had never felt. I continued jerking
his cock through the fabric of his wind pants and then I was seeing
stars. His mouth had engulfed the head of my throbbing prick, his tongue
lashing across the head before he swallowed my completely. I moaned
loudly, twisted and shook in the deepest pleasure I had ever known up to
that point in my life. I wanted to return the favor that this hot guy was
giving me and pulled his cock free from their tight white briefs. His
cock was huge for a 14 year-old. Six inches, thick, the fat red mushroom
head glistening with pre-cum. I hesitated only for a moment wondering
what it tasted like, but shook it off as I so badly wanted to pleasure
him the way he was pleasuring me. I flicked my tongue across the shiny
slit, my tongue catching the pre-cum and pulling it away. The taste
salty-sweet taste of his pre-juice washed across my tongue and
immediately I loved the taste. I gripped his cock and sucked the head in.
He gasped as I began sucking slowly, savoring the clear fluid which was
leaking from his piss slit. For a few minutes I just sucked on the head
running and swirling my tongue across the head. Then I took the plunge
and began to suck in more and more of his engorged cock meat. Soon I had
a great deal of his cock in my mouth and I began methodically pumping his
bone in and out of my eager mouth. My cock felt like it was just about to
burst, and he must have sensed it, because he quit sucking gripped my
balls and began to lick them all over, my climax halted for the moment. I
continued to suck on his throbbing prick until I too did not want him to
cum too quickly and decided to work on the large sac he had. His hairless
balls tasted of the sweat which he had worked up while running and it
drove me crazy tasting them. I took each ball in turn and hungrily sucked
and licked on it. He bucked his hips with the pleasure I was filling him
with and begged me not to stop. After some time we resumed sucking on
each others cocks and soon worked up a great rhythm. His cock pounded my
mouth, his nuts bouncing off my forehead. He worked back up to me for a
moment, looked me in the eyes, and said, "You are so good." With that
he kissed me deeply, our pre-cum mingling together. We worked ourselves
back into position and continued the youthful cock assault that we had
started on each other's mouths. Finally, I could take no more and warned
him that I was going to blow my load. He too was at the point of no
return, and without thinking or hesitation on either part we continued to
suck each other off. Our climaxes were simultaneous, our bodies sent into
spasms of pure bliss. His cum blasted deep into my mouth and I gagged, at
first, from the volume of his load. Then I got the taste of his sweet cum
and became ravenous. I sucked harder on his cock my tongue swiping across
his slit trying to draw out as much of his boy juice as possible. My cum
dribbled from the corner of his lip and he too made an attempt to lick
and eat every drop of juice that I blew. Afterwards we collapsed
exhausted and held each other's hand. We turned to each other, embraced,
and kissed. This was the most passionate moment I had ever experienced.
My first moment, the moment that will forever be perfect and unflawed. We
dressed and realized that our escapade had gone on for longer than
expected. We needed to get home. He walked me home as the sun set, and we
looked deep into each other's eyes. Ralph was my new best-friend. As we
reached my fence, he asked me if we could hang out again tomorrow. "Of
course, I eagerly replied, how about you come spend the night this
Saturday?" A smile spread from ear to ear and he shook his head yes. We
said our goodbyes not wanting to part and as he began walking away he
turned and said, "Hey, Isaiah. You know how some people say that when a
boy and a girl are fighting, its because they like each other. "Yeah
I've heard that before," I replied. Looks like maybe that was the case
with us, huh?" "Yes, I answered, "I just don't think we realized it
until today. I can't wait to see you tomorrow." "Cool, Ralph replied,
how about we walk to school together in the morning?" A smile between us
was the only answer we needed. I watched him walk away until he was out
of sight and then walked up to the house. My dad came up to me and asked,
"Isn't that the guy you've been fighting with for years? Why are you
hanging out with him?" "Well, maybe we're growing up, I replied.
We're tired of fighting, we're going to try and be friends." I walked
inside with no doubt that we were indeed going to be very good friends.
The truck jostled me from my memories. Just as things were getting
started, I have to leave. The pain I was feeling was excruciating. As
tears quietly fell, I became comforted by the last words I ever heard
Ralph speak to me. "You never know where the path of life will take us.
Even though we will be far apart, our hearts will always be close
together. One day we might be together again. Never forget Isaiah, I love
you." Well, Ralph, now a long time apart, I still feel you, and I still
love you too.


This is the hardest story I've ever had to write. Please give me your
feedback as it will help me keep writing. Your criticisms, questions,
suggestions, and comments are greatly appreciated and welcomed. Feel free
to e-mail me at EMD222004@yahoo.com or EMD222005@peoplepc.com. Thank you.