Date: Thu, 04 Dec 2003 17:40:39 -0600
From: Daniel Stepnoski <danielstepnoski678@hotmail.com>
Subject: Root Beer Boys, Chapter 2-16, Tommy's Diary

Notes and disclaimers: All the usual disclaimers apply.  Don't copy or
publish this story, don't read it if you'll be breaking any laws by doing
so, and please treat each other with love and respect.

Quite honestly, I don't know if anyone will even read this story.  It's
been so long since I published chapter 2-15 I don't even remember Nifty's
requirements.  Those who were following this story back in 2001 will
probably have to skim over some of the earlier chapters to re-fresh their
memories before this chapter will make sense.  Those of you who have logged
onto this chapter just because it appears in the "What's New" section
should really read all the previous chapters.  I hope you will, because I
did, and I enjoyed them.  But then again, I wrote them.  So go figure.

I wonder how many readers skip over this part, like I usually do, and get
straight to the story.  Well, for those who read it, I'd like to say that
this and all future chapters will be dedicated to the memory of a boy who
became a son to me and to whom I became a Dad as a result of another of my
stories, Growing Pains.  Peter died October 20, 2002, just 8 weeks before
his 18th birthday, and it has taken me this long to begin writing again.  I
do so in hopes of sharing some of the love we had for each other and the
love he had for his 13 year old son with other young people.  Yep, you read
it correctly, and there aren't any typos in this paragraph.  The boy who
called Peter "Dad" was only 12 when Peter accepted legal custody of him and
13 when Peter died.

Anyway, welcome back.  At least read Matthew's diary before you read this
one.  Comments can be sent to danielstepnoski678@hotmail.com


The Root Beer Boys
Part 2
Chapter 16
Tommy's Diary


March 2000

Whoever wrote that song "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" must have lead a
sheltered life, 'coz life is definitely NOT a dream.

Don't get me wrong, life is good. REAL good, but it ain't no dream. And I'm
glad it isn't, too!  'Coz I'm having too much fun with Matthew and I
wouldn't want all of that to be just a dream.  But I do get confused
easy. I mean, one day I'm with Matthew and thinkin' I might be gay, and a
couple days later I'm with Nancy and thinkin' I'm straight. Matthew is so
great about it, too. That must be why I love him so much. We talk about my
feelings and my confusion a lot, and he's always so understanding and so
helpful. He doesn't push me to be gay. He just keeps saying that at our age
he's happy to have me for as long as he can. And he loves me, diary. I can
tell he really does, and that is sooooo kewl!

Matthew and Nancy and I have started to hang out together at lunch time at
school. Matt and I are in a lot of the same classes, and Nancy has the same
lunch period because of band. Matt knows how I feel about Nancy but she
doesn't know about my feelings for Matthew. I see him eyeing me once in
awhile when I'm talking to Nanc, but when I look at him he just smiles and
winks at me. It's great how he accepts me along with my confusion and even
likes having Nancy around.

It isn't like any of us are doing sex stuff. That might confuse things even
further. I date both of them and we cuddle on the couch at home, whether
it's Nancy's house or Matthew's, but Nancy and I are more private with our
cuddles. If her folks are present we just hold hands. At Matthew's house we
can sit closer and even sort of lay on each other and it doesn't seem to
bother him or his folks. It bothered me for awhile, but I've wanted it for
so long I worked hard at getting over my nervousness.

Actually, I think there's something going on there. When my mom and dad are
both home, they sit close in the TV room and I see them kissing each other
all the time. But Matt's mom and dad don't do that. And the way they look
at us is different, somehow, especially his dad. Whenever he looks at us
cuddled together, there's always this little smile on his face but his eyes
are kind of sad.  I think he likes what he sees more than I would expect
him to. Some day I might ask Matthew about it.


April 2000

Nancy and Matt and I went to a movie last night. I got to sit between the
two of them which was neat because I got to hold hands with each of
them. Some times I'd put my arm around Nancy's shoulders and hold Matt's
hand in his lap with the other hand. I know he knew what was going on but
Nancy never saw anything but the movie. I guess that's for the best, but
sometimes I wish I could tell her how I feel. Sometimes I feel like I'm
cheating on her when none of us are even doing sex yet. I wonder when it
will happen and who I'll be with when it does. I bet it's Matthew.  Sex
with Nancy kinda scares me. I mean, what if I got her pregnant? Geez, I
couldn't handle that, and my folks would go absolutely ballistic. At least
Matt and I don't have to worry about that, but we both seem to be happy
with hugging and kissing for now. I did get a boner during the movie
though. It was weird not being able to tell who caused it, Matthew or
Nancy.  Damn, I wish life were easier. Where's that damn row boat going,
anyway?


May 2000, Sunday afternoon

Oh wow. Friday night was special. And Saturday morning. Wanna guess why?
Guess who I was with? Naw, you can't guess. You're just a book of paper I'm
writing in. But you know I'm going to tell you anyway, don't you.

I was with Matthew. His folks were out at a symphony concert and didn't get
home until after midnight. His mom had cooked spaghetti sauce, so all we
had to do was boil the spaghetti and butter the bread. Gosh she makes good
sauce. Better than mom's.

Any way, his folks left as we were getting the water ready. After we
finished dinner, we cleaned up the dishes and went into the living room to
watch TV. There was a good movie on that we had looked forward to
watching. Just as I was getting settled on the couch, Matt asked if it
would bother me if he changed his clothes. I looked at him as if to say
"why would changing your clothes bother me?" But all I said was "no
problem, Matthew." His face lights up every time I call him Matthew.

When he came back from his bedroom, I found out what he meant. He hadn't
really changed clothes. He'd just stripped down to his jockey briefs. Gosh,
did he look good. I love his hairless little body. Maybe because it's so
much like mine. Whatever. He wasn't hard, but I could still see the bumps
in his underwear. I love briefs, just for that reason. You can't see as
much in boxers unless a guy's got a boner.  Anyway, as soon as he sat down,
I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I got back to the living
room, I was dressed the same way he was. But I was getting a bit of a boner
just thinking about being almost naked with him.

I think if I didn't love Matthew for who he is and what he is, I'd love him
for his body. He isn't buff with all sorts of muscles, but he is darn
cute. He's thin, like me, but not so skinny he looks funny or bad. To me he
looks great. Sometimes I wonder if I will get as excited looking at Nancy's
tits as I do looking at Matthew's chest. Will Nancy's tummy be as
attractive as Matthew's?

Anyway, when I got back, Matthew was stretched out on the couch, ready to
watch the movie. I laid down between him and the back of the couch, my head
on a little pillow next to his. I began to get harder as I felt my crotch
nestle against his thigh. I'm happy to say that Matthew must have noticed,
because I saw the bump in his briefs start getting bigger. Gosh, is that
hot, or what, watching Matthew get hard in his shorts. I think he must have
enjoyed knowing I was watching, because he sure didn't do anything to try
to hide it, and once in awhile he moved his thigh against my own hardon.

I started rubbing my hand over his chest and tummy and up and down the side
of his rib cage.  That lasted until about the third commercial, us laying
there like that, me rubbing him and him kissing me once in awhile. Finally,
I think we both lost interest in the movie. I was rubbing his tummy,
sliding my little finger under the waistband of his briefs, watching his
penis throb and wanting to go further. Finally I asked him.

"Matthew?" I said.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Can I touch you there?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yeah." he answered almost without breathing.

I had often fantasized about this moment. In my fantasies I'd move my hand
down past his crotch to his thigh, teasing him for awhile. But when the
time came to really do it, I couldn't. I just moved my hand from his tummy
right down onto his hard penis, throbbing in his underwear. I thought he
was going to choke, he gasped so hard. I guess it must have felt good to
him too. I know his penis felt a lot different to me than Wayne's had the
night Wayne and I fooled around. I remember thinking to myself, "Is this
what love is all about?"

I'm sure we both forgot about the movie on television.  I know I did.  I
couldn't get over how playing with Matthew's cloth covered penis made me
feel.  I was sort of sad and glad all at the same time.  Warm and sappy.
Relaxed.  Comfortable.  I just laid there with my head on his chest,
listening to his heart beat and softly rubbing his penis, still in his
briefs.  It had been awhile since that time we watched each other take a
bath, and I wanted to see it, but I didn't want to see it.  I ached to push
his shorts down and gaze on it, but I wanted to wait, put it off, let the
anticipation build up.  I wanted to make love to him with just my hand.  I
wanted to tell him how special he was without having to use words.  And I
think he was enjoying it, too, because his breathing got real heavy and
rapid.  Every once in awhile he'd push his penis into my hand real hard and
stop breathing for a few seconds.  Then he'd collapse back onto the couch.
I even forgot about my own hardon for awhile, although I know it was still
there, pressing against Matthew's thigh.

When I'd raise my head to look at his face, I'd see his eyes closed, but
then he'd open them and just smile at me with this most beautiful smile.
Along the way somewhere, he dropped his hand down from behind his head and
started rubbing my back, real slow and gentle-like.  And he'd moan once in
awhile, too, softly, almost like just a heavy breath or sigh.

Eventually I couldn't put it off any longer.  I had to see him and feel
him, that part of him that Dad Dan called our "itty-bitty parts." Of course
I knew by then that his wasn't "itty-bitty", but it wasn't huge either.  I
started by rubbing the smooth skin of his tummy along the wasitband of his
briefs.  Then I slipped my fingers under the band and inched my way slowly
down towards his penis.  It was lying flat on his stomach, held down by his
undershorts, and I felt it on the back of my fingers as I played with the
little bush of hair he had at the base.  Then I slid my hand down to cup
his balls.  Wow!  Did they feel good in my hand.  Warm and soft.  Hairless
and wonderful.  Each one about the size of a pecan.

After a few minutes of massaging his balls, I slowly inched my hand up
along his sack and onto his rock hard penis.  I could hardly believe how
wonderful it felt, so much different from my own.  It was fun feeling him
and forming a picture in my mind of what he would look like when I finally
uncovered him.  And it was hot, too!  And throbbing.  I was really happy to
find out his bush was small and sparse, just like mine.

For the longest time, I just held his penis in my hand, squeezing it softly
about once minute.  Then I started pushing his underwear down.  I know he
was eager for me to see him, because he started helping.  He raised his
butt off the couch and pushed on the left side of his briefs as I pushed on
the right.  Soon, his penis was out in the open, the hole in the end almost
blinking with the throbbing of his heartbeat, like a fish out of water.
Then his ballsac appeared.  Gosh!  I couldn't believe how beautiful it was.
I know I stopped breathing for a while.  It seemed like minutes, but I know
it was only seconds.  When we had his shorts down far enough, he raised his
legs and used his feet to push them the rest of the way off.  Finally!
Matthew was completely naked!  And he was so beautiful.  His skin was so
smooth, and his groin was beyond words.  I know "pretty" isn't a word used
with boys, but that's the only word for it.  His penis was the prettiest
thing I had ever seen.  The head was sort of pointed, and the shaft was
just a little thicker than my dad's thumb, maybe 3/4 of an inch thick,
maybe less.  I almost choked on my own spit as I thought about how much I
wanted to feel him in my mouth.  I wanted to suck on his penis and make him
cum.  I wanted to feel his juice shooting across my tongue and taste it.
Swallowing Wayne's had been OK, but it was just something that "happened".
Matthew was totally different.  I wanted it to happen.  I ached to make it
happen, to make him feel so good, to tell him in that special way how much
he meant to me.  I found myself wishing I had never done anything with
Wayne, that I had waited for Matthew to be my first.

As I lay there playing with his naked penis, reveling in the feel of it in
my hand and marveling at the beauty of it and its companions, I wondered if
I dared just suck him without asking.  On the one hand, I wasn't sure he
was ready for that.  On the other, I didn't want to spoil the moment by
having to speak.  In the end, I decided not to.  I wanted our sexual
experiences to come slowly.  After all, his penis was just a few inches in
front of my face, and it felt so wonderful in my hand.  Why rush into
something more?  Why not enjoy playing with him and feeling his beautiful
penis in my hand?  There would be plenty of time to taste him later.
Besides, I wanted to see him cum.  I always got a kick out of seeing my own
penis spew forth, surely Matthew's would be just as exciting if not more
so.

So I just continued stroking him softly, sometimes gripping him tightly and
sliding his skin up and down on the hard shaft, but mostly just letting my
hand slide loosely over the skin, up over his head and down around his
balls.  His balls, so perfect.  Small, hairless, beautiful.  I ached to
suck them, take them into my mouth and pretend they were candy.  But I
forced myself not to.  I had decided to wait.

All the time I played with his penis, he was stroking my back lightly and
moaning softly.  Once in awhile he'd lift his head just a bit and kiss the
top of my head.  I still didn't know if I was gay, but I didn't care.  Gay,
bi or straight, I loved Matthew and I loved looking at and playing with his
penis.

Eventually I could tell that Matthew needed to cum.  He started to hump his
hips into the air and moan almost constantly, and I could feel him exercise
the muscles that made his penis swell in my hand.  I tightened my grip just
enough to make the skin move on the shaft within and sped up my strokes.
As he got closer, his breathing became faster and louder and he started
moaning my name.

"Oh, God, Tommy.  I'm getting close.  Oh, Oh, Oh, Tommy, I'm gonna cum.
God, I can't believe how wonderful this feels, so much better than doing it
myself.  Tommy, here it cums!"

I slid my head back a few inches so I could see better and watched the cum
slit in the head of his penis closely.  Then all of a sudden he was
shooting.  Man it was so awesome!  The first shot hit me in the face, right
on my upper lip, a big glob.  The rest of it, about three shots, landed on
his tummy right in front of my face.  I grabbed the opportunity to taste
his special juices and licked his cum from where his first shot had landed
on my lips.  I knew from my own experiences with masturbation that his
penis would be getting sensitive, so I slowed down my strokes and
eventually just squeezed his beautiful penis gently.  It made me feel more
special than I can describe, just knowing that I was the only one Matthew
would allow to do this to, with and for him.

We fell asleep like that, my head on his chest, his penis in my hand, his
hand on my back.  I said a short prayer just before I dozed off.  "Thank
you, God, for Matthew."

I woke up to find some vegamatic-type program was on.  At first I couldn't
identify what had awakened us.  Then is a flash of panic, I realized it was
the garage door going up.  I slapped Matthew on the tummy and yelled at him
to wake up.  We scrambled to get his underwear back on and had just settled
back on the couch and turned the TV to CNN when his mom and dad walked into
the TV room from the kitchen.

They didn't seem to mind us sitting there in just our underwear.  His mom
said hi and went on into her bedroom.  His dad asked us how our evening had
gone and then ushered us off to bed as he turned off the TV and turned out
the lights.  We were both so tired we just slipped out of our briefs and
crawled into bed.  In minutes I was asleep, wrapped in Matthew's arms.