Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2009 18:40:38 -0800
From: tague michaels <tagmichaels@gmail.com>
Subject: Opposites Attract

Another story of teenage boys doing each other. The usual platitudes apply.


The first time I saw Cole was in the eighth grade boy's bathroom at
school. Having finished my business at the trough, our name for the style
of long metal urinal and no privacy dividers typically found in older
schools, I was headed toward the door as he came through it. My very first
thought was,

"What is she doing in here?" My second thought was "Why is she dressed like
a boy." So, being a nice guy I said, "I think you're in the wrong
restroom."

"I'm not a girl ya dork," he said in a pissy, high pitched voice and kept
on going. I turned my head and watched as he went into a stall and slammed
the door shut then locked it.

"Huh," I said out loud, the statement made to the empty room. Apparently
he'd had to deal with that sort of mistake before. It hadn't been so much
that I thought he was a girl, although with longish blond hair he did sort
of look like one, but that he was in the eighth grade boys bathroom and he
looked like a fifth or maybe a sixth grader.

In our school the eighth grade boys had restrooms all their own that the
younger grades weren't allowed into. I don't know why that is although I'd
heard there were two reasons. One was so the older boys wouldn't pick on
the younger ones behind closed doors. The other was that physically, we
were more developed than the younger ones, if you get my drift. I guess
some parents didn't want their little boys looking at the big ones pissing
at the trough and either feel insignificant or stare in wonder and what
they, the little guys, would eventually grow to look like. Regardless of
the reason I appreciated not having to use the same bathrooms as the
pipsqueaks; fuck they could be annoying.

My second encounter with Cole was a little more serious. It was a few days
later and I was headed to the gym for PE, my favorite class. I heard some
raised voices off to the side of the building on the other side of some
large bushes that had originally been planted there to keep kids off the
grass.

"Lay off, ya Neanderthal," I heard someone say.

"Shut yer yap ya little girl," I heard back. I recognized the voice of the
second person; Harold McKinney, known simply as McKinney, one of the school
bullies. I say, one of, because undoubtedly he had his two cronies with
him. One would be Samuel Stenson, aka Butch, who was called Chitlins behind
his back because he loved fried pork rinds and he was a fat fuck, probably
due in part to his favorite snack. The other person would have been Beanie,
a reed thin, string bean of a kid with long stringy black hair that seemed
to go unwashed for days at a time. He also sported the most crooked teeth
I'd ever seen and had a horrible acne problem. With his narrow face and the
crooked teeth he looked sort of like a rat. I'd had a few run ins with the
trio but for the most part they left me alone and I left them alone.

Curious, and always one to root for the underdog, I headed around the huge
thick bushes and saw the three assholes surrounding someone. As I got
closer I saw that it was the kid I'd seen in the bathroom and they had him
backed up against the brick wall of the school building, out of sight from
everyone. School books were strewn on the grass and the boy was getting up
from the ground. He looked straight at me which caused the other three to
look over their shoulders to see what the boy was looking at.

Right off the bat the three moved away from each other, rather like Hyenas
getting ready to go after prey.

"Get out of here; mind your own business JoJo," McKinney said although
there wasn't a whole lot of conviction in his voice. My name was Josiah but
I'd been called JoJo since I could remember.

"Why don't you lay off the kid McKinney," I told him.

"Any why would I do that?" he retorted.

"Because I'm asking you to," I said.  Chitlins laughed at that and Beanie
got a smirk on his rat like face.

"That's not a good enough reason," McKinney replied. I nodded my head as
though in agreement then smiled at him.

"Well, okay then, how about if I just pound your face into mud... again,"
then turning my head slightly added, "maybe straighten those teeth out for
ya Beanie." Rat face backed off a step. That boy knew well enough not to
fuck with me. The last time that he fucked with me he sported a black eye
for almost two weeks.

"That was last year JoJo; I put on some muscle since then," McKinney said,
but again, his voice lacked conviction.

"Yeah, well then it all went to your brain dick head," the boy victim piped
up in his high pitched voice.

"Shut the fuck up pussy boy," Chitlins said, looking over his shoulder at
the little boy.

"If I'm a pussy then eat me ya fat fuck," the much smaller boy retorted
without batting an eyelash. I had to hand it to the kid. He seemed to have
some balls, the size of marbles perhaps, but balls none the less. Either
that or he was just plain stupid and I would learn soon enough that wasn't
the case at all. Chitlins started to turn toward the boy and I spoke up.

"I said back off Butch," the tone of my voice clearly indicating that I
meant it.

"What's going on down there boys?" a voice interrupted and we all looked up
to the second floor to see Miss Hawkins, the sixth grade English teacher
looking down at us from an open window. She didn't wait for an answer but
directed us to get to get back to class.

McKinney turned to the kid and told him he'd see him later.

"Sure thing Moe," the kid said, referring to McKinney's haircut which did
sort of resemble Moe of the three stooges. McKinney started to turn.

"Now, boys," Miss Hawkins said in a stern voice above us. As the three
walked past me McKinney said,

"It ain't over, Jo-siah," emphasizing my name in a sarcastic tone of voice.

I laughed, "Anytime, any place." I watched them until they were a good ten
feet away then turned back to the boy. As I stepped a little closer to him
I noticed that as he stared after his retreating antagonists he was shaking
a little.

"You okay," I asked. He looked at me, not quite glaring but almost.

"Yeah, I'm okay what's it to you?" I was more than a little taken aback and
gave him a questioning look, a raised eyebrow. "What, you think you're my
white knight or something? You want a medal?" He bent over and started to
gather his books so I bent to help him.

"Leave it. I don't need your help." I dropped the book, stood up and
started to walk away.

"What an ungrateful little prick," I muttered under my breath but loud
enough for the little twerp to hear me.

"A prick's the better part of a man," he said without looking up but I
thought I heard a certain amount of sad resignation in his voice.

I returned to my trek up the hill to our gymnasium, which stood separately
from the school, and although I was a few minutes late the coach didn't say
anything. I was the best overall athlete in the school and always gave 110%
at everything I did. For the next two weeks we were doing weight training
and once I was finished with my reps I would always help out the other
boys, often times spotting for them. The coach had to spot for me cuz I was
benching around 235 and none of them had the ability to handle that kind of
weight. I got a lot of respect from my classmates for my abilities in all
sports but it didn't end there. I also got a lot of respect in the showers,
although none but a few of my close teammates said much about my
stuff. They did have a tendency to stare however.

I don't tend to brag, it's not in my nature, but I'm a realist and the fact
was that I'd developed earlier than any of my classmates. I was, if not the
biggest boy in my class for the past five years, then one of the biggest. I
was tall for my age and stocky, but not fat. At fourteen, I had a small
smattering of dark hair starting to sprout on my upper lip and a fairly
thick patch of pitch black curly fuzz at the base of a fat, seven and a
three quarter inch cock. I'd started growing hair down there before I was
twelve and was coaxing sperm from my large but smooth balls shortly after
that. Overall, I'd taken after my father.

Dad had been a large but gentle man and had instilled his gentleness in
me. A Golden Gloves champion in high school and a semi-professional boxer
in his late teens and early twenties, he had me wearing gloves as soon as I
could walk. He taught me well which included restricting my boxing to the
ring unless a fight on the street was unavoidable. He taught me that every
effort had to be made to avoid fighting outside the ring but if it had to
happen a man needed only exert enough force to get the job done, to
neutralize the threat. That was pretty much what had happened with McKinney
the year before.

I had been new to the school, and the town of about twenty thousand
people. My mom and I had moved back to the town that she had grown up in
shortly after my dad had died from an aneurism at the ripe age of 35. He'd
just dropped over during his shift as a longshoreman at a large port on the
Eastern Seaboard, dead before he hit the ground. The doctors said it was
most likely a delayed effect as the result of a head injury during his
boxing days.

Mom had never worked much and while my father had great life insurance,
retirement and a ton of vacation time coming, it would be some time before
my mother received what was owed her. An only child, her parents invited us
to come live with them until she got her money and sorted out what she was
going to do with her life. She was only 32.

I'd come into school in late February and by March 5th practically
everybody in the school knew who I was thanks to McKinney and his two
friends. It had started in the main hallway right after lunch on day three
at my new school. McKinney had pushed Chitlins into me; the boy having had
his hand extended and intentionally knocking my books from under my arm and
onto the floor. While it had been done entirely on purpose, they could
easily claim it was an accident. Chitlins backed away saying he was sorry
but the look on his face said the complete opposite.

"Sorry dufus," McKinney said to me then pushed off of the lockers he had
leaned against. "Here, let me help you." He came over and bent down to pick
up one of my books then kicked it further away in a Buster Keaton style
move. "Sorry," he said with a smile and did the same thing to another
book. "I guess I'm just clumsy," he said sarcastically. I managed to pick
up my books while some students stopped to watch and others kept right on
moving, not wanting to present themselves as a target. As I started to walk
away McKinney called after me in a loud voice,

"Sorry again Dufus." I could hear the three of them laughing loudly until I
rounded a corner. I wasn't really bothered by the incident. I had figured
the three of them out a few days before. Every school has its bullies and
they were it. From low income families and, in Butch's case a single parent
home, in the bad part of town; that was about all they knew. I knew that if
push came to shove I could shove faster and harder than all three of
them. I had been a Silver gloves champion at state level during the last 2
years of my father's life and had gone against some tough fighters. I
didn't want to fight those 3 boys but I knew in my heart that was what it
was going to come down to.

McKinney and his crew figured that because I was big, I was most likely a
dummy and a slow moving one at that. Besides, it was 3 against 1, they
couldn't lose. It came to a head after school a few days later as I was
walking to catch my bus for the thirty minute ride home. I was in kind of a
hurry and not paying close attention and as I started to go past McKinney
he put his foot out and tripped me. Although I didn't fall I stumbled and
again lost my books as I worked to gain my balance.

"Oopps, sorry Dufus," McKinney said, "that was an accident." I stood
upright and turned to face him.

"No, it wasn't an accident."

"Are you calling me a liar Dufus?"

"My name isn't Dufus and I said it wasn't an accident," I told him in a
calm voice. He moved toward me and as he did, the other two fanned out to
both sides of me. Students began to stop to see what was going to happen
but did so in a wide circle. They'd seen these 3 work before.

"It sounds like you called me a liar Dufus. Did it sound like that to you
Beanie?" he asked the skinny kid on my right.

"Yeah it did. You should say you're sorry Dufus," the skinny kid said to me
then pushed my shoulder.

"I don't want to fight you," I said to McKinney then looked at the kid who
pushed me. "Don't touch me again," I said to him. He got a look of mock
fear on his pock marked face.

"I'd say it's a little late for that," McKinney said as he stepped closer,
"Wouldn't you say so Beanie, Butch?" he asked looking at each of his
friends. I wasn't paying attention to them but watched the boy in front of
me intently. I saw him set his back foot and his right shoulder dropped
slightly, setting himself up but telegraphing his move at the same time. He
gave an almost unperceivable nod to the kid he called Beanie then shot his
right arm out toward my face. I leaned ever so slightly to my right and at
the same time felt a half hearted punch on the back of my right
shoulder. McKinney's fist barely missed me but before he could pull it back
or follow up with his left hand I gave him a quick left and then a right
jab smack in the middle of his face, turned and left jabbed Beanie high on
the right cheek knocking the skinny kid on his ass.

I turned to my left and saw the fat kid just staring slack jawed at what
had happened. I dropped my fists and stared at McKinney who was standing
there stunned at what had happened. He then exploded and came at me,
swinging his fists. I put my arms up, ducked or blocked four or five
punches with my forearms then returned two quick jabs, one to his face and
one to his chest. I followed with a right cross to his face and he went
down, the whole thing was over. I did a quick check of my environment; two
on the ground and fat boy still staring along with a hundred or so
students. No one said a word. I picked up a couple of my books, someone
handed me another one along with my notebook which I thanked them for, and
headed toward my bus. Along the way I heard some comments but they were
directed toward other students and none of them derogatory. Mostly "what
happened" or "who is that kid."

As I got on the bus the driver, an older guy, said "Good job Josiah. If you
have any trouble with the school let me know, I saw it all." I nodded,
surprised that he knew my name, and headed toward a seat, all of the
students staring quietly.

The next day at school everybody seemed to want to know me, said hello,
asked my name and all that stuff. I became the boy of the hour and not
surprisingly my 3 antagonists were conspicuously absent. Not long after the
fight an older kid came up to me, said he was McKinney's older brother and
asked if I was the one who kicked his little brother's ass along with his
friends. I shrugged my shoulders and he didn't say anything for a good ten
seconds then said, "Good job, he needed to get his ass kicked," and walked
off.

 Over the next year I had few problems with them although there were plenty
of glares. I intervened a couple of times when they were picking on smaller
kids but mostly I ignored them.

Anyhow, the day after I saved his life, the little kid showed up in my
algebra class. Ours was one of the schools in the state that was
experimenting with teaching algebra in the 8th grade and it was kicking my
ass. After glancing over his class schedule the teacher said,

"Class, this is Cole, please welcome him." Everybody said "Welcome Cole"
mostly in unison, except me. I was too stunned thinking the kid had to be a
fucking genius to be so young and be in that class. Only about half the
seats in the room were filled so she told Cole to sit wherever he liked. He
looked right at me, walked down the aisle between two rows of desks and
plopped his little ass in the desk behind me.

The teacher started the lecture, working examples on the board as she
went. At the half way point she told us to partner up by putting two desks
side by side. Before I could look around to see who to partner up with Cole
told me to move over and began sliding his desk along side mine. The only
thing that went through my mind was "shit." The teacher started handing out
a sheet with 10 problems on it and directing us to work together until the
end of the class.

Cole looked up at me then said, "Hey Dufus." I was shocked that he knew
that name from a year ago and got a little pissed. But I noticed a slight
curve at the corner's of his mouth and a sort of twinkle in his deep blue
eyes.

"Hey pussy boy," I retorted quietly. Cole laughed out loud then caught
himself and apologized to everyone, the whole class having turned to look
at him. The teacher dropped our sheet of problems on the crack where our
desks met and Cole immediately pulled the sheet onto his desk, glanced at
it then turned his head back to me and leaned over in a conspiritory
manner.

"So, thanks for saving my life yesterday," he said quietly so that no one
could really hear us. Seriously I'm sorry I didn't thank you but it sort of
scared me. I nodded my head.

"How about the day before?" He gave me a questioning look so I reminded him
about the bathroom incident. A light bulb went off.

"Shit that was you," then put the palm of his left hand against his eye and
forehead in a classic, "I'm a dumb shit" move.

"Fuck I'm sorry. It's just that people mistake me for a girl all the time."

"Well I kinda thought that but it was more like thinking you shouldn't be
in the 8th grade boy's bathroom." He got a shocked look on his face.

"What? I don't look like an 8th grader?"

"No and I really have to get this stuff done," I said, nodding to the
assignment that lay on Cole's desk unattended to. He glanced at it then
told me not to worry about it.

"Look, I have to worry about it. Algebra is my hardest class.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I said I'll take care of it." Our heads had been close
together up until that point but I backed away and gave him a
look. Mrs. Hansen, our math teacher, was on the other side of the room but
just happened to be glancing around.

"Is there a problem JoJo?" she asked and started in our direction. She knew
that algebra was not my strongest subject.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath. Cole flipped the paper over and in the
blink of an eye wrote out the answers to the first four problems without
having to use an eraser even once. He slid the paper over to me and began
whispering what I needed to write down for the next problem. Mrs. Hansen
reached us as I'd finished my problem, looked over our paper, praised us
and moved on to another pair of students who had raised their hands. As she
walked away I stared at Cole. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm a genius. So sue me." I smiled and we finished the paper with me doing
the writing and Cole explaining to me how to do it so that by the end of
the class I actually had a better understanding of algebra than when I'd
walked through the door 45 minutes earlier. Mrs. Hansen gave us our reading
assignment for the next day and class was over.

That night, after my shower, I put on a fresh pair of briefs and looked at
myself in the full length mirror that stood in my room. I hung a towel over
the top so that my face didn't show then my eyes roamed over the body
reflected back at me as though it was someone else. I admired the boy's
body in the mirror, the slightly tanned and firm flesh. I liked how his
chest was so defined, the muscles sort of bulging and enhanced by the
creases below each pec and the one in the center that separated the two
sides all the way down to his flat belly button. His belly was flat and
taut and sloped downward to the waistband of his white cotton briefs. I
admired how the crease of his hips and lower belly were so prominent,
enhancing his pubic bone.

I turned around and looked over my shoulder and my eyes moved down to his
calves, the bulging muscles with a slight coating of black hair. My eyes
slid upward and admired his slender muscled ass, the crack between his firm
cheeks barely visible under the white cloth. I felt myself stir and turned
around to face the mirror and the boy, my eyes assessing the bulge in the
front. I liked looking at my crotch in fresh clean briefs before my stuff
pulled the cloth and stretched it out.  I liked looking at it before I got
hard, admiring the curve, sometimes seeing the separate tube of my cock and
the outline of my cock head. I liked looking at my body like that, with the
face covered because that way I could pretend that it was another boy I was
looking at. And when I finally got stone hard and I finally started to
slowly pull my underwear down I could pretend that it was Bill, or Robbie,
or Dillon, or even Cole although I doubted that little boy would look very
much like the boy in the mirror.

I was a conflicted 14 year old. I looked at girls, and about half the time
I jacked off thinking about them, their soft tits and what it would be like
to suck on them. I thought about their naked pussies and what I'd like to
do down there, in what was uncharted territory for me. Well, except for the
few skin books I'd looked at. I wondered what it would be like to bury my
rock hard cock in that warm and hidden place.

But I also thought about boys. If I was honest with myself I had to admit
that one of the things I liked about PE was seeing other boys and being
with them. I loved the camaraderie of boys, the rough housing and bodily
contact but I also loved seeing them naked. I loved their muscled bodies,
not that boys my age were all that muscled, I loved watching boys move
about in their nakedness, loved seeing their cocks moving about, loved
looking at all of their boys stuff and wishing that I could see some of
them as rock hard as I got sometimes. I loved looking at their narrow asses
and the secrets that were hidden between the muscled cheeks. I loved
watching other boys shower, some of them quite tender and gentle with their
cocks and balls, and other somewhat rough.

 I wondered what they looked like jacking off, their hands wrapped lovingly
around their stiff shafts. I wondered if other boys loved pulling on their
balls, I wondered if they put socks on their hard cocks sometimes and
fucked into their mattresses or pillows like I did. I spent a fair amount
of time jacking off while I thought about those things and if I jacked off
in front of the mirror I could pretend it was another boy who was shooting
thick strands of his sperm out for me.

Some of those thoughts ran through my brain as I stood in front of the
mirror that night and watched the changes that took place beneath the
fabric of my briefs, the large bulge changing into a thick fat tube that
stretched up and sideways. I rubbed and squeezed myself, slipped a couple
of fingers inside the leg hole to poke at and rub my balls. I saw the other
telltale sign of my arousal, the dampening of the white cotton fabric where
my precum leaked out.

I hooked my thumbs in the blue lined waistband and pulled outward so that
my cock could move to an upright position then let go so that the elastic
trapped my dick. I looked at the boy in the mirror and admired the curves
that defined the underside of his cock head. I squeezed at the pouch where
his balls pushed against the fabric while I stared at the mirror. Then I
slowly and purposely pulled the underwear down until the pressure made my
cock stick straight out from my body and turned sideways to the mirror to
see how that looked.

I finally shoved my briefs all the way down and kicked them off then stood
before the mirror. I admired my thick hard cock as it stood tall, strong
and proud in front of me. I looked at my balls hanging low and heavy, their
weight pulling out the wrinkles at the bottom of my sac and making the
flesh smooth. I put both hands down there encircling my bag and rubbing
them roughly, then transferred one hand upward to grasp onto the shaft and
squeezed tightly.

I turned off the overhead light and went to my bed, my hard dick leading
the way, and lay down. There was enough light coming in from outside for me
to watch as I played with myself then started to slowly stroke my cock. At
first I used my right hand, for I was left handed, and pretended that it
was another boy jacking me off, another boy who held me, stroked me, and
admired my body. I closed my eyes in order to heighten that effect and the
boy that was loving me turned into Cole in my mind. For a brief moment I
wondered at that, wondered at what had brought the small boy whom I barely
knew into my fantasy.

I opened my eyes and watched my left hand take over and begin to pick up
speed, my other hand cupping and tugging on my balls. I felt my breathing
become more rapid, felt the tingling as it started in my belly and started
downward. Before I knew it I felt my cock harden against my hand then the
exquisite feeling of sperm roaring up through my shaft and I raised my head
slightly to witness the first squirt.

As always I was amazed at the mechanics of my body and watched the first
ropey strand of sperm as it shot out onto my belly accompanied by a low
moan deep in my throat. I let my head fall back onto my pillow and
continued stroking my dick and encouraged another five squirts of white goo
that left streaks of the stuff all over my heaving stomach and as it
slowed, dropping down into my pubic hair. I stopped actually stroking and
resorted to squeezing my dick about mid way on the shaft then moving it
upward to coax out the droplets that I knew were somewhere in transit,
watching the stuff slowly ooze out of the slit in my swollen cock
head. Once the tube seemed to be cleared of any but the smallest amount of
liquid I let my hand fall to the bed along side of my hip while the fingers
on my right hand continued to gently poke and rub against my now drained
balls.

As my breathing returned to normal my thoughts went to the presence of Cole
in my little fantasy. I spent a little more time wondering about the why's
of that. Part of it was the fact that he was cute. He wasn't much taller
than my nipples which probably made him around five feet tall. His blonde
hair had a slight curl to it and was over grown, the bangs almost ready to
fall into his seemingly large blue eyes, the sides somewhat raggedy and
covering his ears, while the back touched the collar of the last shirt I
saw him in. Maybe part of it was Cole's size. He was small and cuddly and I
kind of liked that. I'd had a teddy bear once that wasn't much smaller than
my new friend and I loved snuggling up with it, enveloping it with my
arms. Part of it was his personality too. Cole seemed to be pretty quick
with his mouth and I laughed remembering his referencing McKinney to Moe of
the three stooges. I wondered what he looked like under his jeans and I
suspected he was still pretty small but one can never tell. I made a
promise to myself to get to know him better and judging from the way he was
during algebra I guessed that he might be open to that. My cum, cooling on
my belly, brought me back to reality so I got up and grabbed a shirt in my
laundry basket, cleaned myself off and went to bed.

Over the next few weeks or so Cole and I spent more and more time
together. Although I'd been at the school for a year and made plenty of
friends, I didn't have any that I would call close friends. Cole seemed to
have singled me out to be his buddy, his friend, his what-ever. He was in
four of my classes and in two of them sat beside or in front of me. Along
with the fact that he was without a doubt the smartest kid I'd ever known I
discovered that he was also an incredible artist. During our art class he
slipped a piece of paper back to me and when I opened it up it was a pencil
drawing of a boy standing, looking over his shoulder and downward. The
boy's pants were down and clearly it looked like he had his thumb up his
ass. It was very apparent that the boy was McKinney, even though he'd also
written Moe right under the boy's feet. It was all I could do to stifle a
laugh.

I found myself looking forward to seeing Cole in my classes, at lunch, or
even just in passing during the day. We'd taken to having lunch together
during which Cole would keep up an ongoing conversation, directing my
attention to various people and how they looked or were dressed and even
sometimes speculating about their personality and often times his comments
were just plain rude. But it was hard not to laugh and sometimes I couldn't
help it but just burst out laughing which caused people to look at us and
wonder what was so funny; if they only knew.

It was during one of his lunchtime commentaries that he brought sex up for
the first time commenting on what one of the girls was going to do with the
banana on her lunch tray.

"They do that ya know, stuff things up their cunt, especially bananas," he
whispered. I raised an eyebrow. "It's true. That way they can't get
pregnant." I shot him a skeptical smile. "Yup," he went on then got rather
thoughtful for a moment then said even more quietly, "I even know a boy who
did that once." That really got my attention but he didn't elaborate, just
got sort of quiet. I didn't ask for clarification.

After that Cole's sexual comments became more frequent. About Jennifer
Standard, who had long wavy red hair he mused, "I wonder if the tail is the
same color as the mane." When I looked at him with a raised eyebrow he
said, "Her snatch, her beaver, her pussy, her twat. I wonder if it's the
same color. Oh man JoJo I really gotta teach you some stuff." He said the
last with a smile.

About Beanie he said, "I bet his dick is as skinny like he is. Needle dick
the bug fucker." I almost choked on my milk when he added, "I bet he and
McKinney both fuck Chitlins up his fat ass. More cushion for the pushin
they say." When Mary Louise Davis, the girl in our school with the biggest
tits, went by he said, "Can you imagine having your big ole' hard cock
sliding back and forth between those golden globes and blasting her chin
with your cum."  I could only shake my head and wonder where in the hell he
came up with that stuff.

About the fifth or sixth week of our friendship Cole asked if I'd like to
spend the night at his house some weekend, maybe come over after school on
Friday and have dinner with his family. I'd not spent the night with anyone
since I'd moved, hadn't been particularly interested. I nodded my head and
told him I'd like that.

Friday came and off to Cole's I went after school. He had some minor things
to do, one of which was to practice the piano. He said I could wait in his
room and read comics if I wanted to or I could sit and watch him
practice. I opted for the latter and was again surprised by my friend's
talent. He went through a half dozen songs seemingly without effort then
ended with something that required one hand to run up and down the keyboard
rather fast. When it was finished he said that it was called "The Flight of
The Bumblebee".

"I like this version better," Cole told me and with that he tore into a
song that sounded somewhat like the one he had played before but was faster
and more like rock and roll. Man that kid could tear a piano up. When he
finished he said it was called "The Bumble Boogie." I really like boogie
woogie and blues," he said then launched into yet another rapid paced tune
that, like the song before, had his left hand carrying out a rapid and
steady rhythm while his right hand was busier than a bird dog. I decided
that I liked boogie woogie too.

Cole slid off of the bench and told me to follow him. He opened a door and
went up a narrow and steep set of stairs with me right behind him. I
couldn't help but notice how narrow Cole's butt was, amazed again that we
were the same age but our bodies were so different.  At the top I was
presented with a wide open space that light was streaming into from a set
of very large windows on two walls. The area had easels with various stages
of artwork on them and there were a few finished painting on the walls
while others were leaning against another wall.

"My studio," he said with a fake French accent and his arm waving around
the area as if in emphasis, adding "Come on." Cole walked back along the
edge of a short wall that prevented someone from falling down the stair
hole.  The area we were in made up about a third of the entire upstairs
space was separated from the rest by almost a full wall of glass windows,
the kind that were about a 10 to 12 inches square with wood frames around
each one and for the most part were covered on the inside with what looked
like white curtains. The bottom part, about seven feet high, was framed in
a gradual arch that stretched from side to side, the wall above it
solid. In the center was a slider that Cole used to open up into his
bedroom proper and when I stepped through, it was into another world.

The floor of the 30 by 20 foot room was covered in a deep thick maroon
carpet except one corner where a work bench or desk that nestled in the
right side as we stepped into the room. It had bits and pieces electronic
type of parts that in 15 years probably would have been a computer. I
couldn't identify the stuff but it took up a small part of the otherwise
empty bench and a desk lamp in the middle would have provided the light
needed to do any work. On the opposite side I could see a door opened to a
bathroom sink and assumed that the room had a toilet and possibly a shower
in it. Along one side what appeared to be cupboards or storage had been
built about four feet out from the outside wall and rose to meet the
roofline of the house. Sliding doors, similar to the one at the entry to
the room but solid wood, fronted the cupboards. One was open half way to
reveal clothes on hangers and shoes on the floor. The part that was the
front of the house had what I thought was called a dormer, a part that
protruded out from the front wall. Sort of like a bay window. It had to be
a good six feet across the very front and the sides, going back toward the
front wall at an angle, created a gap that had to ten feet across. Two rows
of shelves covered all the three of the dormer walls and those were filled
with books. Curtains hung in the corners. A couple of beanbag chairs and
low side table sat just about in the middle to create a reading room with
plenty of outside light coming in. The most cool part of the room however
was the ceiling.

The entire ceiling was covered in a billowing white material. It started at
the center where a light fixture could be made out underneath and flowed
out to the walls and cascaded down the wall at the head of a large bed, at
least bigger than mine, so it was sort of like being under a large
tent. The fabric, which turned out to be parachute material, would have
cascaded down over the cupboard on the far wall but was held up at five
foot intervals with what looked like old fashioned coat hooks. It also
billowed down over the windows and the door we had come through but like
the cupboards, the center was held up out of the way in order to get back
and forth through the door.

"Oh man Cole, this is about the coolest bedroom I've ever seen," I told him
as I turned in place.

"Thanks, I like it, but wait till it gets dark out." I gave him a
questioning look but he only smiled. "I gotta change clothes, do you mind?"
I shook my head and asked him if he wanted me to leave and shook his head
and said with sort of a sigh. "Naaah, I got nothing to hide, believe me."
Pointing to the beanbag chairs he said, "Go ahead and have a seat,"

He kicked his shoes off then undid his pants and slid them off. Cole was
wearing white cotton jockey's but his button down shirt pretty much hung
down to cover him up as he went about hanging his pants on a hanger and put
them in the closet. That was one of the things about Cole; he always wore
nice pants and button up shirts to school.

His shirt came off next, each button undone first, and as he went about
getting a hanger out and putting the shirt on it I got my first real
glimpse of his body. He really did look like a ten or eleven year old
boy. His entire body was narrow, almost to a point of being skinny. When he
turned toward me I saw that he didn't fill out his underwear very much at
all. He did have a nice, compact butt though. He pulled a shirt from
somewhere in there and put it. A pullover with three button neck, it was
long enough to barely cover his crotch. The style was a little on the dorky
side but I didn't say anything. He walked over to his desk and turned on a
small oscillating fan then came over and cracked open a small window behind
us then plopped down in the other bean bag chair.

"It gets kinda hot up here and I can't open that window any more than it is
and I can't open a window at the other end cuz dust gets all over my
painting area. Normally I'd only wear underwear, or even just go naked
but..." he trailed leaving the expression on his smooth face indicating
that he didn't need to state the obvious reason. I had to admit that it was
warm up there. The fan was helping some, but still.

"You can take some clothes off if you need to JoJo," he said. "No one is
allowed up here and besides, it's just us guys." I nodded my head, caught
betwixt and between.  I didn't want to look like a prude but felt a little
bit strange just dropping my clothes even though I wouldn't have minded
undressing a little. I sort of glanced at Cole, legs stretched out in front
of him and hands clasped at his waist. His shirt had pulled up some so his
crotch was more exposed and given that I'd sort of wondered what he looked
like under there and given that I'd had some other curious thoughts about
him when I jacked off over the past few weeks, I figured "screw it."  I
kicked my shoes off then unsnapped my jeans, lifted my butt up and got them
down enough to sit back down then shoved them all the way down and off then
leaned back pretty much like Cole was.

The movement pulled my t-shirt up so, like Cole, my underwear was pretty
much showing which meant that my stuff was as well. Cole all but started
for just a moment then looked back at me and said,

"Better huh?" I nodded my head. It was definitely better. We proceeded to
talk about all kinds of things and I totally relaxed. I was beginning to
like Cole a lot. He was smart, clever, quick witted and funny. He was cute
too and I'd thought about that quite a bit when I was lost in my own
thoughts, which was difficult to do when I was around him. A little buzzer
went off and Cole glanced at the clock next to his bed.

"Parents are home," said but didn't seem inclined to move. "My mom will
buzz us when it's time for dinner." I thought that a little strange then he
went on to explain that he'd wired the front and back doors so that he
could tell when someone came in the house. The same buzzer was also wired
to the kitchen so when his parents wanted him for something that was how
they let him know.

"I hate them calling up the stairs and shit," he said, "Irritates me when
I'm painting or in the middle of something, like beating off." I was
looking at him as he talked and raised an eyebrow at his statement.

"Don't even tell me you don't beat off JoJo," he said as though challenging
me to deny it. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I guess," He rolled his eyes.

"You guess? You mean you don't know? I know about wet dreams but nocturnal
jack off would be something for the science books." I had to laugh.

"Okay, yes, I jack off. Are you happy?" I said it all with a smile.

"Not quite; how often?" It was my turn to roll my eyes. I paused and he
took it as avoiding the issue an asked the question again.

"I dunno, a couple times a week."

"Men between the ages of 18 and 20 do it a couple times a week." Then he
went off on a litany of statistics that sounded like a sex education
class. "Once entering puberty the teenage male masturbates on the average
of 4 times per week with spurts, you should pardon the expression, of daily
masturbation. This will tend to change in mid to late teens with most boys
slowing down to once or twice weekly. Masturbation usually continues into a
male's 40's and beyond. It is not uncommon for teenage boys to masturbate
together, either in pairs or groups, the latter often being performed in a
contest like atmosphere. The average male begins producing sperm by age 13
and can continue into and beyond his 60's." He had been looking up in the
air as if trying to recall the information as he spoke.

"Of course that last statistic doesn't apply to me you understand," he said
as he looked me in the eye and I raised an eyebrow again.

"You don't...uhm, you know, cum?" I asked, not a little curious. Cole shook
his head.

"Oh no, I cum, I get incredible feelings I just don't squirt anything
out. My balls are like mothballs, dry." I still had a look of, I don't
know, shock or surprise on my face.

"I am what is called a late bloomer, as if you couldn't tell by my
size. I'm in the lower 1-2 percentile in terms of weight and height for
boys my age, which as you know is 14 and that includes my stuff. I've seen
eleven year olds who were bigger than me and more developed." He pointed at
his crotch when he said that last bit. "I just started getting hair down
there, like an hour ago. In fact you got more hair on your lip that I do on
my dick."

It wasn't that I didn't believe him, just that I'd never known a boy who
didn't have fuzz by our age and I'd never known a boy that was so free to
talk about his stuff like that. "I'm serious," he said, "look." With that
he came over and stood in front of me and pulled the front of his briefs
down enough for me to see what he was talking about and he wasn't
kidding. Not only were the hairs barely popping out of his skin, I could
count them, there were six.

"You, on the other hand, probably have a veritable bush going on down
there," he said as he let the waistband snap back into place. "And, judging
from the bulge, your dick probably hangs half way to your knees and when
you cum you probably make puddles of the stuff." He sat back down, crossed
his arms and said, "It's frustrating and embarrassing. Fortunately I have a
medical excuse for not talking PE or I'd be the talk of the school for
something other than my brains although nobody knows I'm a genius except
you. I guess there's some satisfaction in that, being a genius I mean."

The buzzer went off again which caused Cole to raise an eyebrow. He
wondered out loud how the fuck his mother had managed to get dinner ready
so quick then suggested that we get dressed and go downstairs and get that
part of the evening over.

"My parents are nice and everything, just don't expect too much out of
them." Meeting another kid's parents is almost always a pain in the
ass. Mothers are all smiles and ask all kinds of questions and fathers have
a noncommittal expression and just sort of grunt at the answers. Cole's
parents were pretty much like that except his father talked more. I
understood where Cole got his clothing styles as the dad wore slacks and a
white shirt without a tie and his mother was in a rather plain looking
dress. My mom hadn't worn a dress since my dad's funeral.

So they did the "nice to meet you, what do your parents do," sort of shit
and put on sad expressions when I said my dad was dead. The mom decided to
cheery things up and said we were going out to dinner which ended up being
an old place called The Poodle Dog Café where the waitresses were all 100
years old, wore aprons with a big pink poodle on the front, had big hair
that was either dyed blond or had a bluish tint to it, and called everyone
"honey or hon, dear, or sweetie".

"What can I get you dear? How would you like that meatloaf cooked sweetie?"
I never got to eat out much so it was okay. Both Cole and I would rather
have had pizza. Overall it wasn't too painful and an hour and a half later
we were back in Cole's room. It had started to get dark but there was still
enough light to see by. Cole proceeded to take his pants off and hang them
in the closet and this time he took his shirt off as well so I peeled my
t-shirt off, dropped my jeans and socks and piled it all against the closet
area. I was a little more comfortable about the whole thing and besides, I
was sort of hoping that Cole might want to do some stuff. As I said before,
I was conflicted in my sexual orientation and in fact when I'd jacked off
the day before my entire fantasy had been about Cole. It had involved us
sucking each other's cocks and ending with me cumming in his mouth. I
really didn't know if Cole would be open to doing stuff but as snippy and
sarcastic as he could get I was real leery of approaching the topic.

We sat in the bean bag chairs, legs stretching out in front of us and I
wasn't sure but it seemed like Cole was sort, well, looking at my crotch.

"You know, I wonder..." he started to say then stopped.

"What?" He shook his head and waved a hand in that way that says "forget
it".

"Hey, it's getting dark." He stood up and pulled black curtains across the
windows making it much darker then walked behind me and went to his bed and
fumbled around then all of a sudden the room was bathed in a red glow. It
was coming from underneath the cloth that shrouded the room giving it a
really eerie look.

"Cool huh? He asked. I smiled and nodded my head, looking around and not
watching Cole, and the room changed to a blue cast then got a little
brighter before dimming. I looked over at Cole who had a remote controller
in his hand and was pointing it at a spot above his closet door and then
the room changed to a deep green then back to red. He explained that he'd
rewired the remote and put a couple of "eyes", or receivers on the cabinets
so that he could work the lights from anywhere in his room.

"It has a regular light too but I hardly ever use it. Come on," he said
then flopped down on his back on the shag carpet with his legs and arms
spread slightly. I followed his lead and next to him on the soft shag.
"Sometimes I pretend I'm in different worlds or traveling through time or
stuff," he told me. Then he started telling a story about how we were time
travelers going into the future. He reached out and took my hand as he
explained that we had to stay connected or we'd get lost from each
other. He went on telling our story and I followed him through it, my hand
holding firmly on to his. Then we were being attacked by some flesh eating
mutants and before I knew it Cole did a full role toward me ending up with
his back against me and lying on my arm so my reaction was to wrap my arm
up and hold him.

"Hold on tight JoJo or they'll take us away," he said. I rolled onto my
side and threw my other arm around his waist and held him somewhat
tightly. Crazy as it sounds I was sort of caught up in the drama of the
make believe story. As I held him, Cole backed up tighter to my body which
caused my crotch to be up against his slender little boy's butt. He
extended one of his legs outward, pretending that the mutants had gotten
hold of him. While his voice was still kept somewhat low, he added tones of
excitement and terror to it and I held him tighter to me. While still
caught up in the story, I became aware of the warmth of his compact body
against mine, the firmness of his butt against my crotch. His wiggling leg
made his butt move against me and I felt myself begin get hard and I
couldn't imagine that Cole couldn't feel it, especially since I pushed
against him in response.

"Aggghhhh," he finally cried out in mock pain. "They got my foot JoJo." He
maneuvered his body so that he was facing me, our bodies still in almost
full contact. I wasn't sure but it felt like Cole was hard too.

"I'll die JoJo," he said in the low, faltering voice of an actor on the
verge of death. "If I don't get a transfusion of energy I'll die." Our
faces were only inches apart, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel
the warmth of his breath as he spoke. "You have to help me JoJo."

"What can I do?" I said, playing my part. He slowly moved his face
closer. I knew what was coming and just before his lips touched mine I
closed my eyes. His lips were soft and warm, softer than I would ever had
imagined. He kissed me for a good five seconds, moving his lips against
mine with mine responding then pulled his head back slightly and I opened
my eyes.

"It's not enough to save me JoJo," he said as though he really were
dying. "I need more; I need you to help me." I nodded my head, afraid to
speak for fear of saying the wrong thing but I did.

"Do what you need to do," I whispered. Cole moved his butt back and put his
hand between us and took hold of my fully hardened cock and squeezed.

"I need this JoJo," he said and I only nodded my head. Cole gently pushed
his arm against me and I rolled onto my back. He started to pull at the
front of my briefs so I put both hands to my waist, lifted my butt off the
carpet and slid my underwear down over my butt cheeks. I raised my head
enough to watch him move his body down then raise his upper body. He held
my nail hard cock upright then lowered his head and a second later I felt
the warmth of his mouth as it closed down over my swollen cock head then
flooded my body. I thought I was going to die on the spot. I'd never had my
cock sucked before and whatever fantasies I had about it, they sure as hell
didn't compare to how it felt.

Cole bobbed his head up and down while his hand moved in tandem, jacking me
off. I couldn't resist touching him so reached out and put my hand on his
back then moved it down onto his narrow butt. I fondled the fleshy orbs,
wishing that his underwear was off so I could feel his skin. The feeling of
his lips on my cock and his tongue swirling on my cock head were incredible
and it didn't take long before I felt my balls start to tingle.

"You better be careful Cole," I told him in a husky whisper. He continued
to suck my cock and I began to breathe much faster then he took my cock
from his mouth and concentrated on jacking me off.

"Ohhh fuck," I finally gasped and a second later my cock head erupted. Cole
moved his hand a little faster and held me a little tighter as my cock
spurted out six jets of gooey white cream all over my lower chest and my
belly. He continued to slowly stroke me as my dick stopped shooting and my
sperm oozed and down over his thumb. He finally let go of me, gently
letting my cock down until it rested on my belly.

"That's a hell of a lot of energy," he said quietly. "Hell of a nozzle
too." I didn't say anything but just lay there for a moment with my eyes
closed catching my breath. I heard rustling and opened my eyes to see Cole
tugging his underwear off then taking hold of his cock and jacking off. He
didn't appear to be more than three inches long, his thumb and forefinger
moving rapidly on the stiff little shaft. I couldn't see his balls because
his other hand was between his legs and playing with them. It wasn't long
before his breathing was ragged then a groan escaped his lips followed by
the sounds of a boy cumming. The expressions on his smooth soft face
reflected the same kind of feelings that I'd had whenever I squirted my cum
so I knew the boy was caught up in a fog of hotness.

Cole finally slowed down then stopped stroking but his hands continued to
play with his stuff. He stopped then rolled over to face me again, resting
a hand on my chest just at the edge of a puddle of cooling sperm.

"Thanks for saving me JoJo," he whispered then leaned forward and kissed me
again. This time I put my hand on the back of his head and gently held him
while I kissed him back. When we broke away he had a strange look in his
eyes then scooted down a little bit and rested his head on my shoulder. He
wasn't there very long when he sat up abruptly.

"Gosh your sperms must be getting cold JoJo." He rolled away then went over
to his bed then came back with a small hand towel and gently cleaned me
off. I asked him why he kept a towel by his bed if he didn't make cum yet
and he said,

"Lube," then went on to explain that sometimes he used some slippery stuff
when he beat off the added, "And other things." He tossed the towel across
the room where it landed in basket with what I assumed were dirty
clothes. "Can I take your underwear off JoJo?" he asked. I'd all but
forgotten that my briefs were still around my upper thighs.

"Yeah, go ahead," I said so he pulled them off and tossed them with the
rest of my clothes than lay back down along side of me, propped up on a
elbow.

"I love lying around naked," he said and I had to agree with him. He then
reached out and took hold of my cock which was still almost as hard as when
I'd cummed. I sighed as he wrapped his fingers around me.

"Fuck your dick is so huge JoJo. I never seen a dick as big as yours."
Needless to say I was proud at his attention. "Did you like it when I
sucked you?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "It was great. I never had anybody suck me before." He
looked at me with a raised eyebrow, an expression of disbelief on his
face. "Seriously," I said. He asked if I'd ever done stuff with another boy
or even a girl and again, I shook my head.

"Oh man, the vestal virgin," he said. I didn't know what the first word
meant but I sure as hell knew the second one.  His hand left my cock and
moved down over balls then came up underneath them. He hefted them in his
hand then said it was no wonder that I made as much sperm as I did cuz they
were so big. The warmth of his hand on my nuts made me sigh again. I was in
heaven having my stuff touched and played with like that.

"Can I suck on your cock again JoJo?" Cole asked and of course I told him
he could. Once again he turned his body and this time he draped himself
across my belly so I could really see him actually sucking on me but I sure
felt the warmth of his mouth when he closed it over the head. As Cole
sucked me I wondered briefly where he'd learned how to do it. I mean, sure,
this was the first, well actually the second, time that I'd been sucked but
still it was clear to me that he knew what he was doing. I could tell that
he was taking a good three inches of my fat cock into his mouth and he kept
his tongue moving the whole time too. I reached out and touched his back
and rubbed him gently then moved my hand lower to rub on his butt. Cole
surprised me by moving his lower body back toward my head the putting his
top foot flat on the carpet and opening himself up for my exploring
hand. Virgin or not I knew what to do.

Reaching out, I slipped my hand between his legs and found his balls. Like
the rest of his body, Cole's balls were small, not much bigger than large
marbles. His bag, while crinkled, was still soft and pliable. I moved a
little further and found the base of his cock then put my fingers around
the whole shaft and gently squeezed.

"Fuck that feels good," Cole said then went back to sucking on my cock. I
wanted to suck on Cole's cock too, wanted feel his rigid dick with my lips,
wanted to see what another boy tasted like.

"Oh man Cole, can you turn so I can suck you too?" Cole rolled away from me
then turned so that his head was up along side of mine.

"My mouth's getting sore JoJo cuz your cock is so fucking big." I didn't
need any more information than that. I leaned over him and lowered my
head. "Make sure you put your lips over your teeth JoJo," he said. I looked
him over, seeing how his balls hung, the tiny blond hairs poking out of his
pubic bone and of course his stone hard cock. I held it upright and looking
it over as well. There were small blue veins running up and down it. His
cock head was slightly red and swollen. I put my head down then closed my
mouth over it.

He was warm, the skin seemingly soft but the shaft hard. I swirled my
tongue all around the head, exploring the slit as well as the ridge. I
lowered my head, taking every bit of him inside my mouth then backing off
of it only to return. I detected an odor, a rather pleasant fragrance that
was a little sweet but musky too. I recognized it from when I'd played with
my balls then sniffed my fingers.

Cole's hand was on the back of my head and his fingers rustled through my
hair. I could feel his hips move gently as if he were fucking my mouth,
pushing up as I went down on him, and relaxing back into the carpet when I
moved my head up. I finally took him out of my mouth and began licking all
over the head then concentrating on the underside of it.

"Fuck JoJo don't stop," he moaned. I put my mouth back over his cock, my
free hand felt on and tugged gently on his balls. It seemed like only a
minute passed before both of his hands were on my head, pressing against
the sides as he pushed his hips faster and his body started shaking
slightly.

"Oh shit, oh fuck JoJo," he groaned out and I knew that I was making Cole
cum. His breathing was very ragged as though he couldn't get enough air
into his lungs and like the last time, his body shook every so
slightly. Knowing how sensitive my dick is after I cum, I finally stopped
and moved back up along side of him, watching his face in the red glow of
the light and slowly stroking my cock.

Cole continued to lay there with his eyes closed, his torso rising and
falling, and I just looked at him. He was cute, no doubt about
that. Despite a generally acerbic attitude, which in turn drove his mouth,
I found myself really liking him a lot. Now that we had crossed the barrier
into the sexual realm, he seemed to have at least a fair interest in
exploring that world with me. I mean, that story he told to get things
started wasn't accidental. Cole finally opened his eyes, turned his head
toward me and smiled. He had a really cute smile.

"What ya thinking," he asked with that lazy after cum type of tone in his
voice.

"Nothing really."

"Want me to make you cum again," he asked.

"If you want to I wouldn't argue." He smiled again and rolled over to face
me and again, he kissed me on the lips.

"Have you ever used a lube or something slippery when you beat off?" I
shook my head because in fact, I never had. He got up and went to his
nightstand and returned with a bottle, had a second thought and retrieved a
t-shirt from the laundry. He stepped between my legs and began to kneel so
I spread them wide to make room for him and once down, he spread the
t-shirt over my belly and chest.

"You're gonna love this JoJo," he said as he poured some of the liquid in
his hand then took hold of my balls in his left hand, wrapped his right
hand around my cock and stroked up over the head. I thought I was gonna
fucking die. How in the hell I'd missed the boat on this little trick, I
have no idea.

Cole held my balls down which caused the skin on my dick to pull tighter,
that trick I already knew, and began to jack me off. it took less than
thirty seconds before I was moaning out loud, the feeling in my ultra
sensitive swollen head almost more than I could bear. In less than another
minute I felt the tingling start, told Cole what was happening, and the boy
stroked faster and held me tighter.

"Ohhh fuck," I groaned out and my cock erupted for the second time in
thirty minutes. It wasn't record, but pretty close. I shoved my hips up off
the carpet which probably helped the first jet hit the top part of the
t-shirt, a small bit of my sperm hitting me in the neck. Thankfully Cole
had moved his hand off my cock head but continued to stroke me through
another five squirts of cum. They didn't go as far as the first one, and
there wasn't as much liquid but still it would have made a mess if not for
the shirt that was covering me.

"Man JoJo I can't believe how much cum you make. It's more than I've ever
seen." My cock had slowed to a dribble and Cole continued to work it and
milk it, coaxing out every last drop that was to be had. Because of being
caught up in cum feelings I didn't really think about what Cole had said
and it wasn't until later as we snuggled naked together in his bed that I
thought to ask.

He tossed the shirt back into the laundry basket after using a part of it
to clean the small bit of cum from my neck then warmed a wash cloth and
used it to clean the lube stuff off of my cock. I loved the warmth of it
against my softening flesh and just lay there sighing as he tenderly
cleaned me off.

"Gosh I'm sleepy," I said after he rinsed the washcloth off and came back
to lie with me on the carpet.

"Me too kinds. Two cums sorta do that I think. We can go to bed if you want
to JoJo." I yawned again, stretched and said that sounded like a good
idea. We climbed in under the covers and Cole asked if we could huggle a
little bit and I had no problem with that. He moved in close and rested his
head in the crook of my shoulder and we each wrapped an arm around the
other's waist.

"I really being with you JoJo," he said. "It was fun what we did tonight, I
hope you liked it." I told him that I really did like it then remembered
some of the questions that I had.

"You said I had the biggest dick you ever saw and you never saw so much of
cum before. Have you done stuff with other boys Cole?" I asked him. He
nodded his head and told me that he'd messed around with a couple of other
boys before he moved to town. He told me a little bit about jacking off and
sucking cocks and stuff. Then said there was plenty of other stuff that we
could do if I wanted to.

"Like what?" I asked. He yawned again and said,

"Well that's a surprise. I'll have to show you tomorrow." With that he
rolled away from me and got out of bed. He opened one of the curtains to
let some light in from the street then climbed back into bed. He leaned
over and kissed me and I responded in kind, loving the feel of his lips
against mine.

"G'nite JoJo I'm really glad we're friends." He rolled away from me,
clicked the room into darkness then back up into me. I wrapped my arm
around his chest and held him, reveling in the feeling of his compact body
against mine.

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