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                        THE PARTING     

        We had been friends since second grade. He and I both transferred into
Mrs. Cloke's class in the middle of the school year and gravitated to
each other as the "new kids". That first day at recess we ended up the
left out ones and from then on until school was over this year -
eighth grade.
We had looked forward to starting high school together, but it was not
to be.
        Eddie told me on the way home near the end of the semester - His
father was being transferred to California and they were leaving as
soon as they found a house that summer.
        I can remember that I suddenly felt that I couldn't breath - it was as
if somebody was cutting off my arm. Eddie was crying as he told me and
we stopped at the park and sat on a bench - two thirteen year old boys
- crying in public.
        The rest of the school year was the worst time of our lives. When
school finally got out we could only wait for the bad news from his
father, and it came fast - within two weeks he called to say that he
had found a house and they would move the last day of June.
        Eddie asked if he could stay over at my house the night before he had
to leave and his mother was pleased as their house was a mess from
packing and the movers were already to come in and take most
everything.
        He had finished sorting, packing, and throwing things out by late
afternoon and appeared at our house with a sleeping bag and a back
pack with his spare clothes and things in it. My Mom gave us dinner
and taking his things we headed upstairs to my room. 
        Somehow we managed to avoid Eddie's departure and spent most of the
next few hours like we always had - playing games, watching TV, and
generally messing around like we always had. Around twelve o'clock we
were pretty tired so we did our bathroom thing and went back to the
room and stripped down to our tee shirts and underpants. Eddie spread
out his sleeping bag and got in and I got in my bed.
        Eddie didn't seem to want to end the night and we talked about the
times we had spent together and the many things that we had done. Both
of us got sad and finally Eddie asked if he could sleep with me in my
bed like we used to and I told him sure. He got in my bed with me and
we lay under the sheet next to each other on our backs. I put my arm
under his neck and he laid his hand on my chest. It was warm and I
felt the warmth of his body where we touched our sides, hips, and
legs.
        I think it happened while we talked, but at some time we had rolled
toward each other and had our arms around each other and we were  on
our our sides now with our bodies pressed together so that our chests
and crotches were touching.  I remember feeling the warmth of his body
more intently and the feel of our penises pressed together with just
the fabric of our underpants between them.
        We had not, in our long friendship, ever done anything sexual together
except that usual comparing when we entered puberty and a few times we
had masturbated ourselves in front of each other, but that had quickly
passed after the newness of it.
        That night, I suspect, knowing we would likely never see each other
again, we seemed to need some act to finalize our relationship and yet
at the same time leave us connected.
        I don't to this day know how it happened, nor which of us initiated
it, but, with our bodies intertwined we came together in a gentle
embrace of love for each other and our lips touched and for seconds
just brushed each other. Pulling ourselves into each other with our
bodies touching from head to toe we opened our mouths and urgently
touched tongues and explored each others mouths. Our arms at the same
time explored each others bodies and I felt my penis and Eddie's
harden and rub together in an electric charge.
        Breaking apart slightly, we stared into each others eyes and without a
work our hands slid down to where our erections were pressed against
the fabric of our briefs and we rubbed each other's erections through
the fabric. I still remember the experience of my hand going slowly up
and down the length of Eddie's hard penis with two of my fingers along
the sides and one on top. At the same time I felt Eddie's on mine as
he also slowly explored my erection and his hand slipped between my
legs to fondle my testicles and then back up again over the length of
my distended shaft. 
        Rolling over and taking Eddie with me I ended up on top of him with
our hands trapped between us. Lifting myself up slight I slipped my
hands under his tee shirt and rubbed the sides of his upper body and
chest until finally I pushed the tee shirt up and over his head and
off of his arms. He reached up and took my tee shirt off and i sank
back down feeling the contact of his chest and stomach against mine. 
        Again we came together and kissed deeply in an effort, it seemed, to
almost try to become one. The front of our underpants and the
erections within them rubbed together as our hips pressed together in
a rhythmic coupling, each thrusting against the other. Finally we
broke from our kiss and I raised my hips up and Eddie put his hands in
the waistband of my underpants and pushed them down my legs exposing
my erection and releasing it. He eased his hips up and did the same
for himself. Somehow we each worked them down our legs and off our
bodies so that we now lay naked in each other's arms - our whole
bodies touching all over and our erections pressed together with our
pubic hair mingled together.
        We rolled on our sides and even though neither of us had ever been
with another boy reached down and took each others erection into our
hands and masturbated the other in a slow and gentle manner. The
sensation of Eddie's hand on my most private part did not feel
shameful but rather made me feel that we were close to being one
person as my hand joined with his body.
        After a little while Eddie took his hand away and pushed me away from
him at the same time taking my hand off of him and told me that this
was the last time we would be together and would I be willing to do
something together. I asked what he wanted and he told me that he
wanted us to "suck each other's dicks" but together so we would each
have something of the other inside of us forever.
        I don't know whether it was from the sexual arousal we were in, or
because I too wanted to be closer or if possible part of Eddie that I
said yes I would.
        We turned around and lying on our sides wrapped our arms around each
other's waists and carefully took into our mouths the other's penis. I
felt both mine and Eddie's jerk and become harder as I tasted for the
first and last time the sexuality of another boy. Our mutual arousal
and the desire to couple together allowed both of us to, though
inexperienced, eventually to consume the whole of the others erection
so that we both had our lips touching the other's pubic hair and the
top of the testicle sack. Inexpertly we sucked and thrust at each
other and by some stoke of luck managed to climax at the same time
ejaculating our semen into the other's mouth almost in unison. I
remember the taste of the first squirt of Eddie's semen hitting the
back of my mouth and filling it with a sweet salty mixture that tasted
good to me and without thinking I swallowed it and the ones that he
spewed forth after it. At the same time I experienced the explosion of
my own seminal fluids and it seemed to last forever - each explosion
making me feel more and more a part of Eddie himself.
        Finally we were spent and our softening shafts fell from each other's
mouths and we lay  with our heads in each other crotches in exhaustion
and with a feeling of being one. I eventually turned myself around and
we fell into a peaceful sleep in each other's arms.
        Early in the morning we awoke and for a few minutes again took each
other into our arms and kissed deeply and long as our penis's throbbed
and rested together between our tightly embraced bodies. That,
however, was enough for both of us - to share the closeness and feel
of our bodies. Anything else would have lessened the events of the
last day we spent with each other.
         Even as thirteen year olds we somehow knew we had achieved that rare
moment of oneness that would remain with us for the rest of our lives.
        Eddie left that morning and outside of a few letters over the next
year or so we never saw each other again, but we will always be part
of each other.