Date: Fri, 10 Jul 2009 14:55:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Stillman <novemberhourglass@yahoo.com> Subject: g/m young friends "The Snow Curved Out" The Snow Curved Out by Timothy Stillman They watched, naked, out the bedroom window. The day was limitlessly gray and the boys were erect and young as they held each other round the shoulders and sighed. The room was warm. They had just made love. It was mid-December and Christmas was to put icing on the cake soon. As they had put icing on each other's lips recently. Their penises were soft pubes, lightly haired, and cut and their balls were tight nuts under their jut-out erections coming back full force. The heads of their penises were pink. They touched each other there and the slightly taller boy with the blonde hair knelt down and took his slightly smaller friend in his mouth and began to suck his cock. The slightly smaller friend gasped, his mouth forming an O, as he pressed his groin into his friend's face and put his tender hands on his friend's shoulders and pushed up and down. They trusted each other intensely. And knew they were all the world there would ever be as the slightly taller boy licked his friend's hard on and made his friend giggle and stick out his tongue tip and lick his pale lips as he came just a little in the vacuum sucking mouth that tasted wet and warm and deep and tender/friendly. His friend stood and held out his hand which the boy after cumming and saying I love you took and was led to bed where they held each other closely and were slightly chilled for all the room's warmth, the cold winter got in still. They examined each other's faces with their hands and fingers and their lips met and they felt joy beyond words as their legs tangled and the boys thought wild and secret thoughts, caught in perfection that was winter in amber and their eyes were blue and their eyes were gray. One had a navel that stuck out and the other had one that did not. They had not eaten today. They had found music gracing them and the power of saying I love you and having it said in return amazed them and touched them with schematics of the simply impossible, putting them in a realm that was forever sexuality and forever finding places in each other that caused lust and rapture and sheer joy. The slightly smaller boy put his head at his friend's chest and sucked a nipple and felt so deeply happy as did his friend whose nipple was being sucked and the electric sparks flaming in his body deep, making him clinch his butt muscles and jump his groin and penis in and out. Then his friend sucked his friend's other nipple and pinched the other making the slightly taller boy with the blonde hair so sexually excited, so monumentally alive, he wondered if anyone in the world were more alive than they and he prayed winter would stay and stay and no one would find them here where from the world they had run away. His dark haired friend turned him over and ran his tongue over his friend's back and caressed his blonde haired friend's bum and calves. They had never fucked, for neither one knew what to think about it or if they were wrong to want to sometime maybe try. He ate out his friend though he didn't know the crude phrase, for they were boys, you see, and it was all, the world, themselves, the air they breathed, the next second they lived and the next one too, new, as snow was new and love and being naked and exploring each other like strange new lands, all of it was haunting and delicate and so perishable and so terribly strong at the same time, and when his friend of the blonde hair, laying on his stomach on the calico covered bed, left leg in the air, feeling his slightly smaller friend's tongue in him and liking it immensely, the both of them, asked if his dark haired friend would mind fucking him, the boy took his tongue out of his friend's pink hole and put his face, his left cheek against the blonde boy's bum and felt it warm and new as springtime thoughts in winter and lazily asked his slightly taller friend how to do it. As his blonde haired slightly taller friend, who really had not a clue, said he had not a clue, but the basic idea of it was obvious and apparent, so they decided to try it, and outside the cabin they had found the snow came down new and the first fucking the boys were to begin momentarily in giggles and false moves and sweet embarrassment for best friends feel comfortable being embarrassed in front of each other, for it is fun, and so was what was to come and to come later on, as the snow fell down around them and love was by rights owned by two, maybe solely in the whole world wherever something else called a whole world might reside, a world to scared to try new. Let's leave our lovers to it. They will know what to do.