Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 09:51:48 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samsheppard2011@gmail.com>
Subject: Memories of Sixteen 15

Disclaimer: This story is true and happened just as it's written.  Some
literary license has been taken when it comes to what people said, but the
events are real.  The names have been changed for obvious reasons. If you
are under 18 years old or offended by gay sex then please leave this site
immediately.

Memories of Sixteen 15

Christmas holidays were here and it was just below freezing.  Shawn and I
had decided to go out and do some skiing up in Barrie, and I'd invited
Stevie to go, but his folks had a bunch of plans over the holidays and he
wasn't able to come with us.  We packed up, threw our skis and bags in the
trunk and drove up, stopping at the motel we'd booked for a few days to
drop off our bas, and then carried on to Horseshoe Valley.  The weather was
great, blue skies, cold but not too cold and the snow was perfect.  Shawn
and I spent the day skiing and headed back to the motel, when we were
finished, to change and go out for dinner.  When we got back to the motel,
we were both exhausted by the fresh air, the exercise and full from dinner
and we lay back on the bed and watched some TV.  I woke up much later and
realized we'd both fallen asleep in our clothes on top of the covers, so I
woke Shawn up and we both got undressed and into bed and were asleep in
seconds.

We woke up the next morning and had planned to get an early start to the
hill, but decided to get there when we got there.  I jumped in the shower
and was lathering up when the curtain was pulled back and there stood Shawn
in all his naked glory.

"Care for some company?" he asked, and I moved over and made space for him
in the shower.  We soaped each other up and took extra care to make sure
certain parts of our bodies were extra clean.  I moved behind Shawn,
reached around him and took his 8.5 inch dick in my hand and began to jack
him off.  At the same time I was running my other hand up and down his ass
and sliding it over his hole.  As I increased the pace of my stroking Shawn
began humping into my hand and groaning.  Pretty soon he started cumming,
his cum hitting the shower curtain.  Shawn turned around and began
returning the favour, when we heard the door to the room open and the
housekeeping staff came in to do our room.  There we were, two seventeen
year old boys, naked in the shower, jerking each other off and the maid's
in our room.  Now what the hell do we do?  Well, we both started laughing
at the absurdity of the situation and I climbed out of the shower, stuck my
head around the corner and politely let the housekeeper that we were still
there.  Poor woman was so embarrassed; she ducked out of the room
apologizing the whole way.  I just broke up and Shawn joined me and we
laughed so hard it hurt.  We got dressed and went for breakfast and up to
the hill for another day of skiing.

Back at the motel that night, Shawn reminded me that he'd never gotten a
chance to finish what he'd started in the shower and we decided now would
be as good a time as any.  Shawn undid my zipper and the button at the top
of my jeans and pulled my jeans and boxers off.  He began stroking my cock
and I lay back and enjoyed the feeling.  He stopped after a minute, went
into the bathroom, grabbed the little vial of hand lotion you get in motels
and spread some on my hard dick.  Shawn went back to masturbating me and
now the feeling was even better.  He combined a twisting motion with his
stroking and this had me going within minutes.  I started bucking my hips
and thrusting into his hand and very soon was getting close.  Shawn sped up
and I began to get that tightness in my balls that signalled the start of
my orgasm.  With a loud groan I began cumming.  I shot 4 huge shots of cum,
hitting my neck and chest and then settling down to flow over Shawn's hand.
He continued to stroke me, milking every drop out of me.  When I'd finished
cumming, I got some Kleenex and cleaned myself off and Shawn went into the
bathroom to wash his hands.  We lay back on the bed and watched some TV
before we called it a night.

We packed our stuff the next morning, checked out of the room and headed
for the ski hill for our last day.  It had started to snow and we were
looking forward to some runs on the unpacked hills.  Seems like everyone
and their brother had the same idea and the lines were awful.  After a
frustrating half day skiing, or should I say lining up to get three or four
runs, we decided to head back home, so we piled into the car and drove
home.  It was late afternoon by the time we got back and after dropping
Shawn and his stuff at his place, I got home and dumped my skis and stuff
up at my apartment, had something to eat and crashed on the couch.

I didn't do much for the rest of the holidays, except a little skiing at
one of the local ski areas with either Stevie or Shawn or both.  We didn't
have much opportunity to get together since everyone's folks were also on
holidays for a large portion of the time.  We were back in school in what
seemed like no time at all and Stevie and I were back in the water again.
It was a boost to be back in the locker room with my teammates, especially
when they were naked (Oh the raging teenage hormones).  Stevie and I would
walk home and compare notes on the other guys.  Some of the guys had gone
to Florida for vacation and Stevie and I would always comment to each other
about their tans, especially one of the guys, who didn't have any tan
lines.  It made for some fun and interesting speculation.

Stevie's sixteenth birthday was coming up near the middle of January and we
began planning our own celebration.  His birthday fell on a Thursday and
his folks had planned a party for the weekend after.  I spoke to them about
taking Stevie up to ski in Barrie for a weekend as a present and they
thought that would be really nice, so rescheduled the party to the next
weekend.  On the day of his birthday, his parents invited me to their place
for a small family party.  We had Chinese food and loads of birthday cake.
My folks had bought Stevie a present (I think it was a watch) and sent it
with me and his folks had a bunch of presents for him.  My present was the
ski trip.  Stevie told me he was going to try to get his learner's permit
on the following Monday, since you couldn't get your learner's license
until you were sixteen.  I told him I'd help him study over the weekend and
take him on Monday since his parents would have to work.  Since tomorrow
was Friday and we had a big meet, we all called it an early night and I
went home and headed to bed.

When we got to school the next morning the team surprised Stevie by singing
"Happy Birthday" and then grabbed him and threw him into the pool, fully
clothed.  He came up sputtering and mad as a hatter and I tried hard not to
laugh, but didn't succeed.  I helped him climb out and into the locker
room, Stevie squishing with every step.  His team track suit was in his
school locker, so I told the coach I would be right back, ran out and
grabbed it.  He got changed, we wrung out his clothes and hung them in a
locker with a towel and headed in to the team meeting.  That was pretty
much the highlight of the day, except that we won most of the heats at the
meet that day and secured places for almost everyone at the city finals in
Mid-February.  By the way, Stevie's clothes were still damp after the meet,
so he had to go home in his track suit, but fortunately his parents picked
us up.

Since we were going to head out to Barrie early the next morning, we'd
arranged for Stevie to stay at my place that night.  We picked up his skis
and equipment and some clothes and went up to my place.  My mom had made
steaks, baked potatoes, salad and a lemon pie for dessert and we, being the
growing boys we were, tucked that away pretty quickly.  As we ate, we
watched "MASH".  By 10 we decided that we'd go to bed so we could be up
before 7 then next morning.  We said goodnight to my parents, went into my
bedroom and closed and locked the door.  We got undressed to our boxers and
climbed into bed.  I leaned over and kissed Stevie and he curled in next to
me.  As I was starting to drift off to sleep I felt his hand slide into my
boxers and he took hold of my soft penis, which didn't stay soft for long.
I kissed him again and said we needed to sleep, or at least I did, so I
wouldn't fall asleep while driving the next morning.

"I'm just getting comfortable," he said.  And kept his hand right where it
was.

I woke up next morning before Stevie and found we'd rolled onto our sides
with Stevie behind me.  His morning hard on was sticking into my bum, his
arm was draped over my hip and his hand was resting on my cock.  I had to
lift his hand away from me, which I did reluctantly, and slid out of bed to
go to the can.  When I got back to the room, Stevie was still asleep, but
had rolled onto his back.  I gently pulled the covers down to his knees and
opened the fly of his boxers.  I pulled out his hard penis and slowly slid
the tip into my mouth, so as not to wake him.  Keeping my movements slow, I
slid my mouth down until his entire 5.5 inch cock was in my mouth and then
began swirling my tongue around it.  As I began bobbing my head on his
dick, Stevie woke up.

"Mmmm, that's a nice way to get woken up," he sighed.  "I could get used to
that."

"Oh, yeah, so could I," I replied and went back to sucking him.  It didn't
take very long before he was bucking his hips and moaning.  I had to remind
him to be quiet since my parents were in the bedroom next to mine, so he
put a pillow over his mouth.  I increased my tempo and Stevie began bucking
harder and I could see his ass cheeks tightening and his balls drawing up
and I knew he wasn't far from cumming.  He moaned louder and louder into
the pillow and then with one last thrust, his penis began throbbing and his
cum shot into my mouth.  When he'd stopped, I sat up and licking my lips
said we should probably get dressed so we could leave.  As we dressed, I
told him I had a present for him, but he'd have to wait until we got to the
motel.

We arrived at the hill, skied all day and headed back to the motel to get
changed and go out for dinner.  After dinner we went back to the motel and
I pulled out a small birthday cake I'd hidden in my trunk.  I lit the
candle and sang happy birthday and Stevie came over and gave me a huge hug
and we kissed.

"Thanks for my present," Stevie said after we broke the kiss.

"That's not your present," I replied.  "Get completely undressed and lie
face down on the bed and I'll give you your present."

Stevie stripped quickly and flopped down on the bed with his head cradled
in his elbows.  I placed a pillow under his hips and one under his ankles
and went into my bag and pulled out a bottle of baby oil.  I poured some of
it onto his back between his shoulder blades and spread it around and began
to massage Stevie's neck, shoulders and arms.

"Oh Sam, that feels great," he moaned.  I kneaded his muscles and moved my
way down to his lower back, digging in as I went.  I concentrated on the
muscles on either side of his spine and then spread out along his abdominal
muscles and then down to his tight, pale mounds.  I ran my hands all over
his beautiful ass, kneading and stroking and slid my hands down to the top
of the back of his thighs.  I slid my hands along his right thigh and my
left hand slid in between his legs.  As I massaged his thigh, my left hand
rubbed against the back of his scrotum and I occasionally tickled it.  I
worked my way down his leg to his calf and ankle and then back up and over
to his left thigh, repeating the process.  As I worked on his left thigh, I
slid my right hand under his balls and cock, palm up, and rubbed them for a
while.  Once I'd finished massaging his leg I told Stevie to roll over onto
his back.

As he rolled, his enjoyment of the massage was evident.  His 5.5 inch cock
was standing straight out from his dark pubic bush.  It was very hard not
to reach out and grab it, but I had other plans for Stevie, so I spread
some oil on his chest and began massaging his beautiful, firm, smooth chest
and upper body.  As I rubbed my way down, I played with his nickel sized
nipples and slid my hands down to his sides, trying not to tickle him.  I
continued to rub my way down across his flat, hard stomach, feeling the
firm muscles under the skin and slid my hands down to the base of his hard
cock and around his crotch to his balls.  I gave them a quick grope but
moved on to his thighs, massaging each leg in turn.  When I'd completed
working on his legs, only then did I turn to his throbbing penis.

I still had lots of oil on my hands, so I grasped Stevie's hard young cock
and gently slid my hand up and down the shaft, hearing Stevie moan as I
jerked him off.  I made sure he was as hard as I could get him.

"OK," I said, "Here's the rest of your present."

With that I repositioned myself, so that I was straddling him and
positioned his cock so it pointed straight up at my hole and I slowly sat
down until the head of his rod was against my entrance.  I sat down a bit
more and his penis slid into me, filling my orifice and making me cry out.

"Sam, you don't need to do this," Stevie said, but I could tell he wanted
me to continue.

"Shhh.  I really want to do this for you," I replied and slid myself
farther down his pole.  I continued to move down, his hard cock, filling me
and stretching my hole.  It hurt like hell, but I was determined to make
Stevie feel as good as I did when I fucked him.  Once he was fully inside
me, I stayed still, letting my burning hole get used to the feel of
Stevie's dick in me and then began slowly sliding my way back up and down,
fucking myself on Stevie's cock.

"Oh fuck, Stevie," I was moaning. "Oh shit that feels so fucking big. Owww,
oowww, ohhhhh fuck, ohhh fffuuuuccckkkk, Stevie, ooohhh fuuuuuccck, so hot,
ohhh, oohhh, ohhhh."

By now his cock was beginning to feel great in my ass and I started to
speed up my tempo.  As I did this, Stevie began thrusting his hips, driving
his cock deeper into my ass and that felt even better.  He was moaning, I
was moaning, the bed was creaking (fortunately, the headboard wasn't
banging on the wall) and you could hear our two bodies slapping against
each other.  My cock was hard from the stimulation and the excitement of
letting my just sixteen year old boyfriend fuck me.  We fucked for a long
time, because every time I felt like Stevie was getting too close, I'd slow
down or stop.  I don't know how long we were going at it, but finally
Stevie begged me to let him cum, so I sped up and he began violently
bucking his hips, slamming his incredibly hard cock into me and with a
shout (and I mean shout) Stevie began cumming.  His cock fired 4 or 5 hard
blasts into my ass and he held my hips and slammed himself into me with
each shot and I could feel his hot cum splashing into me as he did.  He
finally settled down and he sank back onto the bed.  We were both sweating
like crazy and I collapsed onto him and we kissed for a long while.  As we
cooled down, it became pretty evident that we needed a shower, so we went
into the bathroom and climbed into the shower, not an easy task since my
legs felt like Jell-O and I had to lean against the wall as we cleaned
ourselves up.  Stevie wanted to jack me off, since I hadn't cum, but I told
him that my legs would give out and I wouldn't be able to stand up if he
did, so not to worry about it.  When we'd finished showering we climbed
back into bed and lay on our sides with me holding Stevie in my arms.  I
kissed the back of his head and gently ran my hand in small circles on his
chest until we finally fell asleep.  I was in awe.  I was seventeen, had
found a sixteen year old boy I loved and who loved me and had some great
friends.  Could life get any better?

We woke up, got dressed, went out for some breakfast and checked out of the
motel.  The desk clerk was looking at us kind of funny, with a small half
smile, I thought, but maybe it was just my paranoia.  We spent the rest of
the day skiing and then drove home.  When we got back, we dumped Stevie's
stuff off at his apartment and let his folks know that he was going to have
dinner at my place and then he'd be home.  We went up to my place and had
dinner with my folks, hung around a bit and then Stevie went home.  I was
tired (skiing and sex is a very potent combination), and was just lying
down for a quick snooze when Stevie called.

"Sam, I need you down here, can you come down right now?" he asked.

"Umm, yeah.  What's wrong?" I asked.

"Just come down.  Ok?"

I told my folks I was going to Stevie's and I'd be right back.  When I got
downstairs, Stevie opened the door and he looked really upset.  We went
into his living room and his folks greeted me and asked me to sit down.
"Oh fuck, they know about us," was my first thought.  "My life's over," was
my second thought.

Stevie's dad started, "Sam, we know how close you and Steve are. We know
that this isn't just a friendship and we've known how important you are to
our son for a while, but that's not why we wanted you to come down.  We
didn't want to say anything to Steve or you until after his birthday, and
of course this weekend, but we need to let you know now.  I'm being
transferred to the States at the end of next month and we'll be moving
around the middle of March."

I was stunned.  I felt sick to my stomach and like the whole world had just
crashed in on my head.  I looked at Stevie and he was crying and that
started me crying.  Stevie's mom came over and put her arm around my
shoulders and I leaned my head against her shoulder and wept.  Stevie had
gone to his dad and was crying in his arms.  It took a while, but I finally
settled down and was able to regain some composure.

"Where in the States are you going," I was finally able to choke out.

"We've been transferred to Baton Rouge, Louisiana," his dad said. And that
made me start tearing up again.  If it had been Buffalo or northern New
York State, we'd have been able to see each other occasionally, but Baton
Fucking Rouge?  This was it; we'd never see each other again.  I was dying
inside and there was nothing I could do about it.

"We're really sorry this happened," his mom continued, "We know what this
means for you both."

And now I started to get angry.  How could they do this to Stevie and me?
And then I thought, "What if Stevie stayed with us?"  Maybe he could do
that.  Then I realized that wouldn't work.  My parents wouldn't allow it
and what would everyone say about Stevie staying in my room for the rest of
the year.  And so I got angry again.  All this happened in a split second
and I just couldn't deal with it any more.  Stevie could see what was
happening and he came over and put his arms around me and we both cried.
His parents left the room and let us cry together.  I wanted to scream, or
hit something or run away.  My whole life felt like it was over and all I
could do was cry.  I finally pulled myself together and said I had to go
home.  Stevie nodded, walked me to the door and we stood there kissing with
tears running down our faces.  I wiped his face dry and then mine and said
we'd figure something out and that I'd see him tomorrow morning.  We kissed
again and I went home.  My poor parents.  I got upstairs and when they
asked me what was going on, I snapped.  I don't remember what I said.  All
I remember is yelling, slamming my door and lying on my bed until I woke up
next morning, still wearing the same clothes.  Stevie and I cut practice (a
first for me), went to school but I wasn't able to concentrate, I yelled at
anyone that came near me, almost got into a fight, Stevie and I skipped
practice and went back to my place and just lay on my bed holding each
other.  When he went home, I locked myself in my room, wouldn't talk to my
parents, wouldn't eat and fell asleep again in the same clothes.  The next
few days were repeats of the previous few.  I wasn't interested in
anything, wasn't hungry, couldn't care less about school or the team and
just basically hid in my room, spending as much time with Stevie as I could
and shutting the rest of the world out.  I ended up being cut from the
team's roster for the cities, as did Stevie, but Bill came by to let us
know that the team knew something was wrong and that we were still part of
the team and they wanted us at the meet anyway, so we went to cheer them
on.  I didn't feel much like cheering, but at least the energy of the meet
helped reduce the depression for a while.

It was now the end of February and Stevie and his parents were moving in
two weeks.  As the time got closer, I lost all interest in anything except
being with him as much as I could.  His parents, bless them, allowed us to
stay at my place or theirs as much as we wanted (they were way ahead of
their time in accepting us) and left us alone as much as they could.  My
parents now knew that Stevie was leaving, but, I don't think they were as
aware of how serious our relationship was.  They knew we were really good
friends and that we were extremely upset about the upcoming move and just
allowed us to be together because of that.

March 15th.  Stevie was moving tomorrow.  All their stuff had been packed
and the truck was scheduled for the next morning.  They were flying out in
the afternoon.  I was a mess.  Our parents had agreed that Stevie would
stay at our place that night and then the families would all go to the
airport together the next day.  Stevie came over in the mid-afternoon and
we went into my room.  We cried, kissed and just held each other for most
of the rest of the day.  My folks just left us alone.  When dinner time
came we ate with my folks and then disappeared back into my room or the
rest of the night.  I'd love to tell you we had one final massive fuckfest,
but we were both too upset to even think about sex.  All we wanted was to
be together and hold each other.  We talked and kissed some more and fell
asleep in each other's arms.

The next day was a nightmare and is still a bit of a blur.  I remember
crying a lot, being angry, and then saying goodbye at the airport and not
being able to kiss Stevie.  We went home and I went to bed.  The next
couple of weeks were difficult.  Shawn was there for me whenever I needed
him as were my folks and slowly things started to clear up.  I spoke to
Stevie when they got to Baton Rouge and a few more times, but it was so
difficult to say anything that we eventually just kind of let it go.

In the next few months, I slowly returned to myself, but there was always a
gap in my heart that, as you'll read, I tried to fill with many things.
Eventually, I got over it, developed a hard scar and learned how to deal
with the anger and depression, but it was my first loss and as the song
says "The first cut is the deepest."