Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 00:46:22 -0400
From: Grendel_Rex@dhmail.net
Subject: The Last Night

The Last Night

	This story is mine, which I have written.  It is based on actual
facts, although there is some deviation from the truth.  I'll let you guess
where. ;) As it is, there are themes of love between two boys and a
physical symbol of said love. I welcome comments and criticism at
Grendel_Rex@dhmail.net.  Flames will be taken into consideration and
ignored. No one was harmed during the making of this story.

	My best friend Chris was spending his last night in my home.  To me
it's a mixed blessing.  I'll miss him terribly, but now I won't have to
worry about these feelings.  The ones I get whenever he walks into a room,
whenever he smiles at me.  I asked my dad about them, making sure to use a
girl from school as the example.
	"Why it's easy son.  You're growing up and these feelings mean you
are attracted to her.  She must really be something if you're this worked
up about her."  I thanked him and hugged him, although at that point I was
ready to curl up and die.
	I wasn't sure what it meant but I didn't like it.  I mean, most
twelve-year-old boys aren't attracted to their best friends, right?  But
that was the case with me.  And if so, what did that make me?
	I mean, I had always liked Chris.  Who wouldn't?  We had been
friends since the first day we met in elementary school.  We had lost touch
when his parents moved but soon I moved right after him.  It was like we
never left, and yet I saw him in a completely different light.  For the
first time I saw how gorgeous his blonde hair was.  Granted, I was a blonde
too, but he didn't have the dark streaks that I did.  And his eyes were
amazing, like the sea after a storm.  I always liked my green eyes,
especially the way they changed color, but now I really noticed Chris.
	Saturday night, the last night Chris was going to be in my home.
The next time I'd see him would be in Thanksgiving.  I'd have plenty of
time to work out my feelings toward him.  (What feelings?  Its not as if
I'm in love with him, am I?)  We had spent the day exploring the forest and
playing catch in my backyard.  Once we got inside my mom insisted we shower
before we ate at the table.  We marched into my room and Chris began to
strip.  I looked away, wondering if Chris knew how agonizing this was.
(Why should it be agonizing?  You used to be strip at the pool all the
time.  Why is it so infuriating now?)
	After dinner we packed his clothes and toiletries.  We spread out
the inflatable bed next to mine and prepared for bed.  I forced a yawn and
stretched.
	"Boy, I'm beat, might as well get to bed early.  We've got a big
day tomorrow.  Well, good-night, Chris."  I shut off the lamp by my bed and
shoved my face into the pillow.
	"Um, Jason?"  Chris' voice came from over me.
	"Yeah, Chris?"
	"It's five thirty."
	"That doesn't mean we shouldn't rest up.  I mean, you're starting
high school next week."  It was true.  Although he was two years older than
I was he had failed the sixth grade.  It was something my parents had
reminded me everyday when I was that age.
	"Come on, Jason."  Chris sat down on the bed next to me.  "Tonight
is the last night I'm here."
	Sighing, I pull myself out of bed.  "Okay, point taken.  So what do
you want to do?"
	"How about we play something on the computer?"
	"On a Commodore 64?  You'd be in Raleigh by the time it boots."
(Honest to God, that system was all I had until 1995.)
	"Okay..how about some TV?"
	"All right, sounds good."  TV, you can't go wrong there.
	We ended up watching the boob tube until ten twenty.  As we were
sent into my room by the parents Chris looked at me.  Closing the door and
locking it he gave me an evil grin.
	"What?"
	"I'm not tired.  How about we play truth or dare?"
	"I'm not sure."
	"Oh, come on Jason.  It's fun.  Here, I'll give you an easy one.
Truth or Dare?"
	"Um, truth?"  I REALLY did not want to play this with Chris.  Our
system worked like this.  (I have heard of different rules, including
factual questions.)  You were given the option of truth or dare.  You have
your choice of either.  However, should you hear the question or dare and
chicken out you were, by default, forced to do the other.  There was no
backing out.  So you can see why I had a slight problem with it.
	"Have you ever seen a girl naked?"
	"No."
	"Okay, Jason, it's your turn."
	"All right, fine."  I cracked my knuckles sinisterly.  "Truth or
Dare."
	The game proceeded on, as you'd expect it to.  Our dares were
stupid, and slowly advancing toward more outrageous stuff.  The ground
rules were not to involve anything outside or with the parents.  Otherwise
it was cutthroat.
	Soon the questions started taking a turn toward my disliking.
"Okay Jason.  Which girl at your school do you like?"
	"Um, there really isn't any one I have my eye on."  It sounded like
a good answer to me.  "Truth or Dare?"
	"Truth."
	"Same question."
	"Same answer.  Truth or Dare?"
	"Truth."
	"Who do you like?  I mean, really like?"
	"Um, dare."  On reflex I quickly wet my lips.  It was one of my
telltale signs that Chris knew.
	"Aha!  I've got you now.  Okay, dare..." Whenever Chris stopped to
think it over it was a really bad sign for me.  "Okay.  I dare you to jack
off!"
	"What?"
	"You know, jack off."  Chris made a wave with his hand, as if it
explained everything.  "Beat your meat, flog the dolphin, tug of war with
the one eyed monster?"  He even gave a quick jiggle with his hand.  I
simply shrugged my shoulders, oblivious of what he was saying.  "You mean
you've never done it?"
	To be honest I had never even heard of it, much less try it.  I
guess you could say I led a really sheltered life.  "No."
	Chris' smile got even bigger.  "Well, you're going to love it."
	Although I still had my doubts, I trusted Chris completely.  "Okay,
so what do I do?"
	"Well, first come over to the side of the bed.  Yeah, that's right.
Now pull down your underwear."  I looked at him curiously, shrugged my
shoulders, and pulled them down.  At twelve I really wasn't that well
matured.  Granted, I had plenty of light brown hair but I hadn't really
grown up.  Even still the rush filling my body was enough to overcome my
embarrassment.
	"Now what?"
	"Okay, here's what you do..." as he talked I had to wonder what
this accomplished.  I mean, I had rubbed it when it got hard.  But holding
it and pulling it, that really didn't sound as if it would do anything.
When it came to coming I had to stop him.
	"What's that?"
	"It's when you shoot some stuff out your dick.  It's really nice.
I don't think you can do it just yet."  I just pouted, almost forgetting
that I was sitting in front of my best friend naked.
	Tentatively I reached down and began stroking.  I wasn't exactly
capable of wrapping my entire hand around my dick so I opted for three
fingers.  At first there really wasn't anything special.  Then a muffled
jolt ran from my crotch to my chest spreading over my entire body.  I took
a sharp breath and Chris began chuckling.
	"Starting to feel it?"
	"Uh-huh."  I couldn't talk because the feelings were increasing
with every stroke.  Now there was a constricting feeling emanating from my
balls.  In my mind's eye it wasn't me doing this, it was Chris.  Chris'
hand wrapped aroud me, Chris giving me this wonderful sensation.  Arching
my head back I fell onto the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed
against my body.
	As I caught my breath I looked at Chris.  His chest was flushed as
well as his cheeks the bulge in his underwear obvious.  "Okay, Chris, Truth
or Dare?"
	"Dare."
	"Okay...let me think."  I had to feint for a minute.  The idea
floating in my head had been begging for a chance and now I had it.  I
smiled, giving Chris pause.
	"What?"
	"I've got it.  I dare you to let me jack you off."
	"What!"  I quickly brought my finger to my lips, shushing him.
	"Do you want to wake up the parents?"
	"Why would you want to do that?"
	"I don't know.  I just thought of it."  I really had a hard time
keeping a straight face.
	"I don't know..." I knew I had him hooked, the mound in his
underwear was straining beneath the fabric.
	"Come on, Chris.  Who would I tell?  And why?"  I raised my
shoulders.  "You think I'd tell anyone I did it?"
	Chris debated it.  "Okay, I guess.  But not on the bed."  He pulled
himself to the floor.
	"All right!"  Chris shot a look at me and I quickly shut up.  "So,
um, how do you want to do this?"
	"Look, I'll just lay down and you can do it that way."
	"Okay."  I had hoped for him to sit in my lap and do it that way
but there was no way in Hell I was going to jinx this.
	Chris lay down on the floor facing me.  He pulled his underwear
down to his balls and looked at the ceiling.  In one fluid movement I was
on the ground between his legs, marveling at the thing in front of me.  He
was longer than me, probably by an inch and a half.  The biggest difference
was his girth.  While I was medium size Chris was about as thick as my
middle finger.  Another thing that struck me as odd were his pubes.
Although he had golden blonde hair his bush was jet black.  The sides were
trimmed and I suspected that he shaved it (I never did ask).  I tried to
get a good look at his balls but his underwear was in the way.
	"Chris, can you take off your underwear?"
	"No way, Jason, those stay in place."  Confounded yet still aroused
I set to my task.
	Hesitantly I reached froward and wrapped my fingers around him.  He
gasped at the initial touch.  I think I did too.  It didn't really feel any
different from my own.  It was rigid towards the center with a soft touch.
A drop glistened from the tip and I ran my thumb over the head.  Chris
moaned softly.  I traced my thumb around the head, running it across the
wrinkle.  I brought my hand up to meet my thumb than brought it back down.
	"Am I doing it right?"
	"Oh God yes, Jason!"  I took that as my cue to continue.  I began
stroking up and down.  Chris began lifting his hips to meet my tugs.  After
two minutes I stopped and looked up toward his face.
	"When will I know when you come?"
	"Oh God don't stop!"  He reflexively shot his hand down to his
dick, jacking at a furious pace.  I took his hands and held them firmly.
Chris looked down to me, silently begging me for release.  Suddenly I saw
an opportunity.
	"Chris, I'm going to have to take off the underwear to finish."
	"I don't care!  Just do it, please."  I didn't need any more
incentive.  Grabbing at the elastic I pulled them down.  Chris
instinctively brought his knees together as I pulled them down and finally
off.  He now lay there on my floor, naked and quivering with lust.
	I returned my hand to his throbbing penis, now leaking precum.  The
liquid acted as a lubricant as my hand slid over the shaft.  Chris' sighs
told me he was enjoying it.  I slowed my pace some to admire his balls.
	They were beautiful and hairless.  His legs had a few dark blonde
hairs and as I looked further down I saw his ass.  It too was nearly devoid
of hair.  I really wasn't interested in that and returned to my task at
hand. ;-)
	Chris' hip thrusts became more powerful and I knew what was going
to happen was coming soon.  I decided to go for gusto.  I removed my hand
and there were a few seconds before Chris would begin complaining.  Holding
his thighs in my hands I quickly swallowed his penis.  Chris' response was
a quick intake of breath which became ragged at the end.  He began chanting
`Oh God' as I applied suction.  I had only heard of the phrase `suck' so I
assumed that's what you did.  I teased the area between dick and scrotum
with my tongue.
	Meanwhile my hands trailed along his inner thigh to his knees.
Once there I reversed the direction until I had one cheek in either hand.
Slowly I pulled up, drawing more of him into my mouth.  Chris' hands, which
had a death-grip on the carpet, found their way to my shoulders.  He began
a pumping action with his crotch, burying his bush into my nose.  For a few
seconds I had to stop because I was afraid I was going to sneeze.
	Chris' moans became more frequent and he finally began to form
words.  "Jason...I'm getting...close."  And no matter how powerful the
desire to finish this, the desire to see was stronger.  I pulled off and
brought my hands to his dick.  Five strokes later and Chris came.
	Six shots of grayish white, the first landing on his chest with the
rest ending further down, eventually making a puddle in his belly button.
I went up to my desk and grabbed some Kleenex.  We wiped his stomach off
and threw away the trash.  We looked into each others eyes, not knowing
what to say.
	"Well, it's your turn if you want."  I said.  I reached behind me
and handed Chris his underwear.
	Chris simply held it and looked at it.  Finally he looked up at me,
his eyes brimming with tears.  "I dare you to kiss me, Jason."
	Without hesitation I crawled over to him and pulled him to me.  I
kissed him close-lipped, hugging him with a passion I never knew.  His
tears rolled down his cheek and onto mine.  It was beautiful, nowhere near
capturing what we just shared as far as emotions.
	Gasping for breath we broke apart.  I looked at him, the tears
still shining in his eyes.  "Why are you crying?"
	"Because I've waited to do that for so long."  This time he reached
forward and we embraced again.  As we kissed I lost my balance and tumbled
backward, eventually propped up against the bed.  When I went for a breath
I quickly inhaled through the nose and breathed into my mouth.  Chris got
the idea and despite the rasping our kiss lasted for as long as we wanted.
Ten minutes later I broke the kiss and began shaking my right leg
vigorously.  Chris looked down in fear.  "What's wrong?"
	"Charlie Horse!"  Chris laughed and punched me in the arm.  "Ow.
What was that for?"
	"For making me think you didn't like me."
	"Well, I don't."  The look in Chris' eyes told me volumes of hurt
and anguish.  He opened his mouth but I placed my index finger over it.  "I
don't like you because I love you Chris."
	Whatever he had felt in those few seconds before I told him that
completely evaporated.  Instead it was replaced with a love I felt just as
strongly.  "I love you too, Jason."
	The love I felt for him was drowning me.  "How about one last dare
before we turn in.  Chris, I dare you to sleep in bed with me tonight."
	"No."  Chris smiled, put on his underwear, and crawled over to his
inflatable bed.  Giving me one last look he crawled in.  I still sat there,
locked in the same position.  My ego crushed, I crawled into bed.  (We were
on our knees the entire time, hence the crawling.  I wasn't sure if
`walking on our knees' would have been a clear verb.  If so, re- read and
replace `crawl' with `walking on our knees')
	I pulled the covers up, trying my best not to cry.  I turned my
back to Chris silently praying it was a joke.  A sudden tug at the covers
and I felt Chris' warmth beside me.  He wrapped his arms around me and
pulled his head to my ear.  "I'll only do it if I can sleep in bed with you
every night."  Beaming I turned around and kissed him, wrapping my arms
around him.
	As we released and got ready to sleep Chris kissed my cheek.
"Good-night, Jason."
	"Good-night Chris."  I rolled on my back, luxuriating in the warmth
from his body.
	"By the way, Chris.  I knew you were joking."
	"S'yeah, right!"  He punched me in the arm.  I punched him back.  I
rolled over and looked into his eyes.  The moon from outside glinted in his
eyes.  Without a word we both knew sleep was the last thing on each other's
minds.  We dove under the covers, digging for the other's underwear.

	Well, there you have it.  My first post!  Also, this is the first
story that I actually completed in less than twenty-four hours.  I have a
few more and depending on the reaction I may post more.  Peace out, all!

Jameson