Date: Fri, 02 Dec 2005 00:50:49 -0500
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Snowflakes Ablaze 5

Eleven is a magic age.  It is a time of transformation.  It is a time of
soft jiggley flesh diapering and toned chests being reveled under the former
frame.  It is a time of doors opening and new found freedoms.  It is a time
of explorations and discoveries.  It is a time of muscles whispering just
under the surface and gossamer pubic hairs.  It is a time for the nebulous
concept of love to take root in the tender soil of the heart.  This is long
before one knows the pain of having those roots ripped out by a love gone
cold.  It is still innocent but stands on the precipitous of  new life.

Donny  stood in the middle of his room.  He looked out the window at a
willow trying desperately to bud and thought of the story he had heard about
Adam and Eve and the tree of forbidden fruit. He had learned that it was the
tree of the knowledge of good and evil.  He had wondered what Eve must have
felt like when her eyes were opened and why she needed to share the feeling
with Adam.

Donny shut the door and stood looking at the full length mirror that hung on
the back side of the door.  He looked at the boy in the reflection.  He was
not the same boy that had looked in this mirror this morning.  This boy had
a look in his eye that was more awake and more alive...and maybe they had
taken a nibble of the fruit.

He spoke to the boy before him, "And they were naked and not ashamed".  And
he unsnapped his pants.

He imagined that Clark was their watching and he let the pants fall to the
ground.  He stepped out of them and again said, "they were naked."  He fit
his thumbs under the elastic of his white cotton briefs and slowly moved
them to his knees.  With a touch of marching-in-place he was free of cloth
restraints from his waist down.  His personal parts still did not see the
light of day because his shirt and hooded sweat shirt covered them
completely.

Donny moved to the glass to get a good look at the eyes of the boy that had
been so close to satisfaction.  He saw eyes of endless possibilities.  His
breath stained the glass and he reached his tongue to draw a "C" in the
mist.  Clark!  In his mind Clark was not just watching him but now helping
him undress.

Donny compared his face with Clark's.  His was so masculine compared to
Donny's.  Donny had lips that were red and full and always looked like he
had just kissed a milking machine.  His hair was worn in lose curls around
his neck, ears and eyes.  He thought to himself how much looking at the
world from under his hair was a lot like looking at life from under the
branches of a weeping willow tree.  He brushed away the hair and kissed the
mirror.

Donny  tried to remove only one layer of shirt at a time but they all three
came off at once.  He let them fall somewhere behind him and he moved to rub
his erection against the mirror.  This used to be the best source of visual
stimulation for the lad, but now he had a memory.  He had Clark and that
reach down his pants for the bottle.

Donny never worried about getting caught in his bedroom.  His mother only
came up once every Saturday and that was only to deliver his folded cloths.
Donny kept his room spotless just so no one had a reason to visit him.  He
fell back on the bed.  His head was still a bit woozy from the cigar and his
erection was pointing at his navel.  His wisps of pubic hair tickled as he
unfolded his body on the comforter and his ass settled in for a well
deserved ride.

Donny made short work of finding release from his passion.  One solid grip
around the base of his extra large rod and a gentle squeeze of his balls and
he was ready.  He liked doing himself slowly but never had the self
discipline to finish it at an even pace.  He rode from the scrotum to the
circumcised tip in one genteel stroke.  It was an unusually long trip.  He
let his hand fall back to its starting position and paused to examine his
veins.  They were just as proud as ever and he noticed a new one running
parallel to the biggest vein on the back of his rod.  He circled his
strawberry shaped tip and stimulated the sensitive fleshy underbelly of the
shaft.  It was so nice.

He held in his mind the feeling of Clarks puffy member on the back of his
hand.  He played and re-played the spilling of the cylinders and how his
dark hard nipples stood in harsh contrast to his pail square chest.  Donny's
own chest was poutty and still flopped flesh when he walked and his ass was
a bubble of extra baby fat that Clark did not have.  He wondered how a flat
butt felt in your hands.

Though Donny had not seen any more of Clark than that he filled in the
blanks with his imagination.  He gave Clark square shoulder and well defined
back mussels and dimples in his butt.  He then gave him big hands just like
Donny's.  But Donny knew full well that Clark had normal...no, rather small
hands.  So, what would small hands feel like on his equipment?

It only took a few more trips form the sack to the gland and Donny spilled
out several droops of clear fluid onto his belly button.  One tissue was all
it took to clean up but it had been enough.

Donny was satisfied and he had had enough.  He pulled the corner of the
comforter over his naked flesh and closed his eyes for just a minuet.