Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2010 13:11:12 -0800
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Thing About Cory

Readers Warning: The following story is a work of fiction.  It contains
elements of sexual contact, between young boys.  If this subject matter
disturbs you, is not to your tastes, or, if you are a minor, and not of
legal age, then you should read no further.  If you cannot understand a
boy's need to connect, then ignorance will keep you from enjoying this
story.

This story authored and posted by;
_______`This Boys Life'

 Authors Footnote:  This coming of age story regards a 12 and 14 year old boy.
 Each of them trying to connect, amidst the innocence of youth.


			   The Thing About Cory


   There is one constant about being a boy.  You have very little control
over your life, and the things that happen in it.  You may think you do,
but the truth is most of the big decisions or events that affect you are
beyond your control.

   When I was fourteen some big changes came into my life.  None of them
were expected, and my life, well, it changed forever.  It was mid July, and
school had let out for the summer just a few weeks past, and with it, my
best friend disappeared from my life.

   Aaron and I had been the closest of friends for the past five years.  My
dad had passed away back then, when I was nine, and he had worked with
Aaron's father.  That's when we started hanging out, and became best
friends.  There were other kids I hung around with of course, but I could
do without them.  I didn't know how I could do without Aaron.
   His dad had been transferred a few months back, to West Virginia of all
places, and as soon as the school year ended, Aaron and his mom left to
join him.  Half way across the country, but it may as well have been the
world.  My best friend was gone, and despite promises of staying in touch,
and getting together again, it didn't take a genius to know that nothing
would ever be the same.

  My name is Brad, and I guess I'm a fairly normal fourteen year old.  I'm
a little short for my age I suppose, about 5'4", but I'm pretty athletic.
I've got light brown hair, and even though it's not that long, my mom keeps
bugging me to get it cut.  I was hoping for a growth spurt this summer,
because most of the other boys my age are all starting to grow.
   But I guess I'm still in the middle stages of puberty, because there's
no real hair on my arms and legs yet, just soft blond peach fuzz.  I'm
circumcised, and my package hasn't fully developed either, at least I hope
not, and I have a just small patch of soft brown pubes starting to grow in
above my dick, but nothing on my nuts yet.  Still waiting for that growth
spurt.
   Anyway, there I was, just as I had done most every day for the past few
weeks.  I had walked over to the school, and was around back where the
basketball hoops were.  There was no one around, since school had let out
the place was always kind of deserted, which suited me just fine.
   I just wanted to be alone.  Aaron and I used to shoot hoops here all the
time, and in some weird way this helped me to feel connected to him.  I was
having a rough time adjusting to losing him, and nothing seemed to matter
to me anymore.

   Today, nothing was going right.  My mom had nagged at me to go out and
do something instead of moping around the house.  So I came here to the
school to shoot hoops.  Standing there, I was starting to feel sorry for
myself.  Shit, I couldn't even hit a basket; I missed like five shots in a
row, and then threw up a brick of a shot that careened off the rim and
bounced back into my face.  And that was it...

   I screamed out in anger, kicked the ball away, and began to cry.  Huge
sobs of sadness took hold of me, and I sat down with my back against the
brick wall, pulled my knees up to my chest, and wrapping my arms around
them, I buried my head and wept.
   It was the loss of my best friend, the loneliness that had wrapped
around me.  But it was more than that.  It was also about my dad.  Why did
people have to abandon you?  I was angry. I was Angry at Aaron for leaving
me, and angry at my dad for leaving me.  I knew full well that neither of
them had any choice.  It was just fate, destiny, or some other cosmic force
just screwing with me.  It was what it was, but I was hurting, and I just
needed something to blame.

   I sat that way for a while, until out of no where I heard a soft voice.
Startled, I looked up, and through bleary eyes I saw a younger boy standing
about twenty feet away, looking at me.  I had seen him before, somewhere in
the neighborhood.  He was about twelve years old, with longer blond hair.

   "Are you okay?" he asked again, just as softly as before.  But I was
embarrassed because I'd been crying.
   "What do you care?" I snapped at him, more harshly than I had intended,
and I got up wiping my eyes.  "Look, just...  Just leave me alone." I said
more quietly, and I turned away from him.  Now, on top of my other worries,
I had been seen crying like a little school girl.
   "Sorry." The boy said.  "It just felt bad, seeing you there.  So, you're
okay?"  I wiped my eyes again.  No, I wasn't ok.  I was hurting, and it
sucked.  Without looking back at him I just started running.  I heard him
saying something else, but I wasn't going to stop to find out what it was.

   I really don't even remember what I did the rest of the day.  I rode my
bike around for awhile I guess.  Then went and played a few video games at
the arcade, but none of it was really any fun.  I was in a bad frame of
mind and after awhile I went home and laid around in my room listening to
some tunes on my Ipod.  That's about the time I remembered that I had left
my basketball at the school.  Great! Life just keeps getting better and
better.
     I hopped off my bed and slipping on my shoes I headed out the front
door, hoping that no one had stolen my ball. I slammed the door behind me,
took about two steps and then stopped.  Sitting right there, in the middle
of my front porch, was my basketball.

   My eyebrows scrunched for a second, as I wondered how...  Then it hit me
of course.  The little blond haired kid from the school.  He must have
brought it back.  I was confused though, cause how did he know where I
lived?  I knew that I had seen him around the neighborhood, but just
couldn't put my finger on where.
   I scooped up my ball, and looked around, wondering when he brought it
back.  A small smile crossed my lips.  That was kind of a cool thing to do,
and I felt a little bad that I had been short with him at the school.


   A new day dawned, and I guess I was feeling a little better.  I decided
I'd walk down the block, and just for a touch of nostalgia, I'd go over to
Aaron's empty house.  I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top, slid into
my flip flops and headed off down the block.

   It was a fantastic summer day, and even in my funk, it was hard to be in
a shitty mood.  I turned the corner at the end of the street, and crossed
over to the next block, making my way to Aarons.  As I walked up the road,
I heard some other kids, playing basketball in the back yard of one of the
nearby houses.
   As I walked by, I glanced between the houses, and stopped.  There in the
back yard, was the blond haired kid, shooting hoops with his friends.  I
nodded to myself; of course, this is where I had seen him before.  He lived
just down the street from where my friend Aaron had lived.
   He chanced to look over and see me standing there.  I bobbed my head
once, just to let him know that I appreciated him returning my ball.  He
raised his hand briefly, in a timid wave, and I turned and continued up the
block.

   When I got to Aaron's former driveway, I just stood for a moment,
looking sadly at the For Sale sign in the yard.  I'd spent a lot of time
here, shooting hoops in the driveway, and just messing around.  There were
a lot of great sleepovers here as well.
   I glanced over at the basketball hoop, and instantly I missed him.
Walking over, I lowered the backboard and then took the net down off the
rim, and shoved into my pocket.  I figured I would mail it to Aaron, and he
could put it up at their new house.

   I walked around to the back of the house, cupped my hands near my eyes
and peered through the window of what had been Aaron's bedroom.  How many
sleepovers had there been?  I smiled to myself, thinking about the times we
lay on his bed, and jacked off to dirty magazines.
   I don't know what came over me, but, I just wanted to be closer somehow.
I put my hands on the window, and wiggled it around a bit, until the latch
came loose, and I was able to slide the window open.  I wasn't trying to
break in or anything, after all, the place was empty.
   I just needed to be there.  I hopped up to the sill and hoisted myself
inside of Aaron's room, then slid the window closed behind me.  I stood
there, looking around the room and sighed; suddenly the feeling of
loneliness crept over me again.  Finally, I walked over to where his bed
had been, and sat on the floor with my back against the wall.  How was it
that a fourteen year old could feel so desperately alone?

   I sat there for about ten minutes, old memories drifting through my mind
like lazy ghosts, and I missed him.  For some stupid reason, stupid even
for me, I suddenly had the urge to jack off.  We had done it so many times,
right here, looking at those magazines, or searching the net, and I though,
hey, just one last time...
   I slipped my shorts down, and closing my eyes I began to pleasure
myself, working my boy dick into frenzy.  Then, after I had finished I
suddenly had a weird feeling come over me, and I shot a look over toward
the window, and I saw...  Shit; A quick glimpse of someone moving away from
the window.
    My heart leaped out of my chest, and I bolted up to my feet and ran out
of the bedroom, heading toward the sliding glass door on the far side of
the downstairs.

   I got the latch up and quickly slid it open to make my escape, but
standing there on the concrete patio, was the blond haired kid.  We just
stood there and looked at each other for a moment, my heart still pounding,
as I wondered how much he had seen.
   "Hi." The boy offered quietly, and he grinned a boyishly cute grin.
   "Uh, hi..." I responded.  "I was just...  Well, I used to know the kid
who lived here."
   "I know." The boy said, "I remember seeing you here a lot." He looked
toward the house. "So what were you doing in there?" he asked.  I didn't
know how to answer.  I was a little put off by this twelve year old kid
asking me stuff, but the question seemed innocent enough.
   "I don't know," I responded, "I just kind of miss my friend I guess."
And I looked closely at him.  He was a really cute kid, now that I saw him
up close.  He was about four inches shorter than I was, and he had the
sweetest smile and shining green eyes.  His hair hung over his ears,
highlighting his soft thin cheeks and small nose.

   The boy was wearing a tank top over his shorts, and he looked very lean,
but he had nice strong looking shoulders and arms.  His skin had a nice
tanned, warm glow that sometimes you don't see on a blond kid.  It really
made him look, well, fine.  I don't know why I was seeing him this way,
it's not like I'm into boys or anything, but he just had kind of a cool
look about him.

   "Hey, thanks for returning my basketball to me.  That was you, right?"
He nodded and beamed his boyish grin again.  "So, how did you know where I
lived?"
   "Oh, I've seen you turn in there sometimes when I'm walking home from
school." He answered.
   "Cool." I said. "My name is Brad." I held out my fist to bump knuckles
with him.
   "Ya, I know.  My name's Cory." He answered, as he bumped fists with me
and once again grinned that awesome grin.  "Hey, you wanna' come over and
shoot some hoops?"  Cory asked.  I smiled at him, and looked down to my
flip flops."
   "Mmm, maybe another time." I said, indicating my lack of footwear.  "I
better get home.  But, we can shoot around sometime if you want.  I'm over
at the school a lot."
   "I know." Cory said.
   "You know?  Kind of sounds like you've been stalking me." I joked, but
Cory had a surprised look on his face.  "I'm kidding dude." I added
quickly, and smiled at him.
 We went around to the front yard, and walked down the block together until
we got to Cory's house. We said our goodbyes to each other, and I headed
off toward home.




_________Chapter Two


   The next morning when I woke up, it was with the usual case of morning
wood.  And, I vaguely remembered having a weird dream.  Of all things, I
think I dreamed about the blond kid, Cory.  I stretched away the nights
slumber with a yawn, and slid my hand down under the sheets, to lay it
across my stiff tool.  As I lay there, I started to remember my dream.  Ya,
in the dream, Cory had been standing outside the window watching me as I
jacked off in Aaron's bedroom, and he seemed to be grinding his hips
against the wall.  How crazy was that?
    I tried to put it out of my mind, and get on with business, but I kept
coming back to thinking about the blond kid.  That was just too weird, so
after a few minutes, I decided I could choke my chicken later, and I let my
pecker go soft in my hand.  I stretched again, and dragged myself out of
bed.

   After a quick shower I pulled on a pair of shorts and strolled to the
kitchen.  My mom had long since left for work, so like every morning I
rummaged through the fridge to find something to eat.  I didn't really feel
like fixing anything, so I settled on a bowl of cereal and a banana.  I
looked out the kitchen window while I ate, and saw that it was going to be
another warm summer day.
   Then I saw the note from my mom, `reminding' me to take the garbage out,
and wanting me to do yard work today.  I rolled my eyes (almost mandatory
when receiving orders from parents) and sighed.  Never the less, I decided
to get if over with, and headed outside to mow the lawn.

   When I had finished my chores, I scooped up my basketball, hoped on my
bike and headed to the school to shoot hoops.  It was deserted as usual, so
I dropped my bike and stepped onto the court.  I shot around for awhile,
did a lot of running, until covered in sweat I finally sat down against the
building for a breather.
   As I sat there looking at the empty court, I began wondering what my
friend Aaron might be doing at this very moment.  I wondered if he thought
about me.  And, right on queue, the lonely feelings washed over me.  Those
unsettled ghosts had taken flight in my head again.

   I closed my eyes, and wondered if any of this would ever change.  My
mind wandered again and I began to day dream about things, and I suppose
after a time I dozed off.  I don't know how long I had been sitting there,
when quietly, and seemingly out of nowhere, I felt a soft warm touch on my
arm.  I opened my eyes, and sitting cross legged right there in front of
me, was the blond boy.  His hand was resting softly on my arm, and he had
kind of a sad smile on his face.

   "Hi Brad." He almost whispered it.  "You still feeling alone, huh?" He
asked as he pulled his hand back.  I looked into his into his soft eyes.
There was a look of understanding there, compassion even.  I wondered how a
twelve year old could possibly `get' what I was going through.
   "Hey," I greeted him, and managed a slight smile.  He beamed then, and
stood up.
   "Come on."  He said, "Shoot hoops with me." He reached out his hand to
help me up.  I took hold of it he pulled me upright.  I stood, and just
held onto his hand for a second.  It felt like he was reaching out to me,
in more ways than one.  He ran out onto the court and picked up the ball
that I had left laying there, and he tossed it to me.  "Lets see you hit
one from there." He challenged.

   I smiled, took two quick dribbles and put up a twenty footer that banged
both sides of the rim, and barely dropped through.  "Cake..." I grinned.
And we started shooting around.  He wasn't bad, and for the next hour we
ran around feeding each other the ball, tossing up shots, and playing one
on one.  I had... Fun.

   We had both long since taken off our shirts, and as we played I was
struck by how nice his body looked.  This little guy was fit, and with his
tanned skin, the sweat that covered him had a golden sheen to it.  I was
surprised, because even though he was at least four inches shorter than I
was, and quite a bit smaller, he didn't seem to be intimidated by my size,
and he bumped bodies with me to hold his ground.

   "Hold on a sec," he said, "I gotta' pee."  He walked only a few feet off
the court, and hooking a thumb in his shorts, he yanked them down in front,
and began taking a whiz, right there in the grass.  His shorts had pulled
down just a bit in back, and I saw that he had a great looking tan line,
low on his waist.  I could see a couple of inches of his white butt cheeks,
and oddly I was feeling, intrigued.
   He finished, and as he turned back toward the court pulling his shorts
up, I caught the briefest glimpse of his of his boy stuff.  If I didn't
mention it before, I was intrigued.  We played for another half hour, and
even though I could have played harder, this wasn't about beating the kid;
it was about having fun, and forgetting about my worries.

  I loved this.  Cory was fun, and he had a great sense of humor that kept
me laughing.  But it was more than that.  I felt some kind of connection
with him.  We played a little while longer, and both of us were kind of
beat, so we finally called it quits.  We stood there, hands on our knees
breathing hard and covered in sweat.
   "That was a blast." Cory said looking over at me, and as we began to
walk off the court, I put my hand on his shoulder.
   "Thanks!" I said, looking him in the eyes, "I really needed that."  He
smiled at me.
   "I did too." He said.  And without any warning he leaned in and put his
arm around my waist, hugging himself awkwardly to me.  It caught me off
guard.  I was surprised, but I guess what surprised me even more, I put my
arms around his shoulders and shared the hug with him.  It felt like...  A
moment of grace.

   He pulled away, both of us with a little embarrassed smile, and we
picked up our shirts and wiped the sweat off our faces.  I put my shirt on
and walked over to pick up my ball.
   "I better get home." He said, as he pulled his shirt over his head.
   "Sure," I answered, "Come on, I'll walk with you." And, picking up my
bike, we walked back toward our neighborhood.  We talked along the way, and
the more we did, the more I liked this little guy.  He was funny, and
smart.  And he listened to the things I said to him.  I liked him, a lot.

   When we got back to my neighborhood, we walked up to my house, and I
dropped my bike in the driveway.  "You wanna' come in?" I asked.  "I've got
Gator Aid if you're thirsty."
   "Sure.  But I can't stay too long.  My mom's coming home from work early
to take me to the dentist."
   "That sucks!" I said as we went into the house and made for the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and asked "What flavor you want?"
   "I don't care.  We can split one if you want."  So I grabbed one and
twisted off the top, and then handed it to Cory.
   "Thanks..." he said, as he lifted it to his lips and took several
swallows.  He handed it back to me.  I took the bottle and gulped down a
lot of it.  Cory was watching me intently.
   "What?" I asked, seeing the amused grin on his face as I handed the
bottle back to him.
   "Nuthin..." He smirked, and he gulped down the rest, the last bit
dribbled down his chin.  I laughed at him, and reaching out I wiped it off
his chin, and he smiled that incredible smile at me. Then I showed him
around our house, and took him to my room.

   "Cool room." He said, nodding his approval.  "Oh dude, you have a flat
screen TV in here." He grinned and looked over at me.  "That's so cool..."
I showed him the rest of my stuff, he seemed interested in everything.  We
hung out for another twenty minutes, just talking.
   I found out, that he lived with his mom, and an older brother, who was
fifteen.  His parents had gotten divorced a year and half back, and he
didn't see his dad much.  There was a three year age difference between him
and his brother, and apparently they more or less just tolerated each
other, not having anything in common.
    His name was Mark, and, as I thought about it, I kind of knew who he
was, from school.  He was a year up from me, and as I recalled, kind of a
dick.  I got the feeling this is why I connected with Cory; both of us knew
what it was to feel alone.
   Finally Cory needed to head for home, so I walked down the block with
him.  We agreed to hang out tomorrow, and I watched after him as he ran off
up his street..



________Chapter Three

   The next morning after my usual routine, shower, breakfast and some
chores, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top, slipped into my flip
flops and headed out the door.  It was just after ten, and I had agreed I
would head over to Cory's house around then.
   Riding my bike, I rounded the corner and rode up to his house.  I saw
him there, in his front yard.  He was playing with a small dog in the
grass.  He was barefoot and wearing shorts and a tee.  A big grin spread
his lips when he saw me, and it made me feel good to think he was really
glad to have me come over.
   "Hi Brad." he beamed, running over to meet me.
   "Hey dude." I answered, and laughed as his dog bounced eagerly around
me, barking excitedly.
   "This is Duke.  He's our dog.  I got off my bike and played with the dog
for a second.  "So, whatcha' want to do today?" he asked.
   "Whatever you want.  We can go ride around for awhile.  And later we can
hit the arcade, maybe catch a movie if you want."
   "Ok, but...  I only have a few bucks to spend."
   "No problem bud.  One thing I do get is a big allowance, so I got enough
for both of us.  My treat today, ok?!"  Cory grinned, appreciating my
offer.

   We hopped on our bikes and rode around.  Funny, when you're a kid, you
don't really need a reason, or a destination, just riding around seems to
be enough.  There were some trails in the woods, and we rode around there
for an hour and a half.  Later we headed over to the mall and I bought us
something to eat in the food court.
   Cory and I thought about a movie, but none of them were starting soon,
so we decided to do that another time, and we went back to Cory's house,
where we shot hoops in his back yard.  Nothing serious, cause both of us
were just wearing flip flops, and after a while we decided to go inside.

   No one was home of course.  His mom, like mine, had to work all day.
And though Cory's brother was supposed to hang around and watch over him,
Cory said he never did.  His brother was never home, always hanging out
with his older friends.  But, in truth that suited Cory just fine.

   "Wanna watch a movie here?" Cory asked me. "We can make some popcorn and
stuff."
   "Sure, that sounds good."  So we picked out a DVD, and went into the
kitchen to gather up some goodies.  We took our stuff into their family
room and kicked off our flip flops.
 They had a nice size TV set up there, and Cory turned everything on.  He
hopped up onto a big comfortable lounge chair, and then grinned at me.
   "Here..." he said, "There's room for both of us.  I smiled at him and
sat in the big chair beside him.  It was really comfortable and you could
stretch out your legs.  We sat there, our arms touching, and our bare legs
sprawled out, so close I could feel his smooth warm skin against mine.

   He looked up at me, with the tenderest look on his face.  He seemed
really happy, and I realized that I was really enjoying myself.  I never
would have thought that I would find a friend in a twelve year old boy, but
I really liked him.  He started the movie, and we settled in, munching our
snacks as we watched.  About half way through the movie, Cory innocently
rested his head on my shoulder.
   I felt, well, funny somehow; but in a good way.  I felt comfortable with
him, like we had known each other for a long time, and without thinking, I
rolled my foot to the side, the top of it gently touching the bottom of
Cory's.  He rubbed his toes against mine, and... It felt, good.

   I looked over at Cory.  He was still focused on the movie; his foot
rubbing was just an innocent reaction to the contact.  Obviously, he felt
really comfortable with me as well.  This was so weird, because I was so
thoroughly enjoying his touch.  In fact, I was starting to bone up.
Embarrassed, I settled the bowl of popcorn near my crotch to try and hide
it.
   Cory hadn't noticed, and even though I didn't want to, I rolled my foot
away from him.  I couldn't understand what I was feeling.  Getting horned
up, because of another boy?  What was that all about?  And the strange
thing was, it felt so fantastic, that I just wanted to do it again.
   We watched the rest of the movie, even though I was a bit distracted the
whole time.  When it was over, Cory flipped around and lay out across the
lounge chair, reaching for the remote.  He was lying on his belly with his
feet toward me now, wiggling in the air as he sprawled there with his legs
slightly apart.
   My eyes drifted up his sweet bare legs, to his small butt, covered only
with the thin layer of his shorts.  I swallowed, again feeling oddly
excited by the sight of his smooth bronze skin.

   "What do you want to watch now?" his young voice broke me from my
trance.
   "Oh, uhh... Doesn't matter I guess.  What ever you want." I looked at
his back, as he flipped through the channels, and I noticed there were a
few pieces of popcorn kind of crunched onto his shirt.  "Dude, you've got
popcorn stuck to you." And I reached forward to brush it off his back, as
he looked over his shoulder at me.
   "Thanks.  Mmm, that feels good." He said, as I brushed his back.  He
looked back at me again.  "Hey, would you scratch my back? I love that."
And he gave me a pleading puppy dog look that made me laugh.

   "Ya, I guess." I told him.  He settled on a channel to watch, and then
positioned himself on the lounge chair.  I was sitting behind him, my legs
spread to the sides, with his butt just in front of me, and he let his
lower legs lay across my thighs.  I leaned forward a little and began
rubbing his back while we watched tv.
   "Mmm, that's excellent!" He mumbled. "I love it when my mom scratches by
back."  And as I continued scratching, he reached back over his shoulder,
and pulled his shirt up over his head.  My fingertips continued to work
over his warm back.  He skin was so soft and smooth that yes, I had begun
to bone up once again.

   I was fourteen, and like all boys this age, I was always on the edge of
getting a hard-on; but it was still confusing to me.  I understood that
hey, contact with another person was stimulating, and so that part made
sense, but this was more than that.  I wasn't just turned on by the
contact, I was attracted to him.

   We continued this for about fifteen minutes, until suddenly we heard a
car door slam shut outside.
   "Oh...  That's my mom." Cory said, and standing up he quickly pulled his
shirt back on.  We picked up our empty soda cans and walked our stuff back
into the kitchen just as his mom came in through the garage.
   "Hello honey." She greeted him, then looked at me.
   "Hi mom.  This is my friend Brad, the kid I told you about."  She looked
at me again and smiled, apparently not at all bothered by my being two
years older than Cory.
   "Hello Brad.  Did you boys' have fun today?"
   "Yes, thanks." I replied, on my best behavior.  She nodded, and turned
to Cory.
   "Is your brother home?" she asked.
   "Nah, Brad and me were hangin' out together, so he went to be with his
friends."  She just nodded.  I figured Cory was just covering for his
brother, maybe trying to bank some points for another time.

   "Does your friend want to stay for dinner?" she asked generally at both
of us.  Cory looked over hopefully at me, and as much as I wanted to hang
around, I knew my mom would be expecting me homes soon.  But I thanked her
for the offer, and like adults do, I said I would `take a rain check on
that.'  She thought that was funny and laughed.

   Cory walked me outside, and all but begged me to stay for dinner.  I
really couldn't, this time, and he seemed disappointed.
   "I had a blast today." He said, as we stood there.
   "Ya, me too.  It's fun hangin out with you."
   "So, you wanna do something tomorrow?" Cory suggested.
   "Wish I could bud, but my mom has the day off, and she wants me to go
with her while she runs all her boring errands.  Maybe if we get home in
time we can do something."  Cory was little disappointed, and so was I, but
I told him I would call hem when we got back.
   I hopped on my bike, and Cory took a brief peak back towards his house,
then leaned over and gave me a quick little hug.  We said goodbye, and I
headed off toward home.  I was, for the first time in weeks, feeling happy.







___________Chapter Four


    I didn't get to see Cory the next day.  My mom ran us all over the
place, shopping and running her dumb errands.  I really wasn't thrilled
about `wasting' my day, but my mom seemed to need my help, and she had
noticed that my mood and attitude was suddenly a lot better than it had
been.
    When we got home that evening, I called Cory, and we talked on the
phone for about half an hour.  He had spent the day just hanging around his
house, and playing basketball with some of his friends.
   I told him the boring details of `hanging' out with my mom, and that she
had taken me to the post office, so I could mail the basketball net that I
had taken down, to my friend Aaron.
  We agreed to get together the next day, and I was really looking forward
to it.  I had been thinking about him a lot while I had run around with my
mom.  And that night, I had another, shall we say, `sticky' dream, that,
though I couldn't remember the details when I woke up the next morning, I
did remember that Cory had been featured prominently in it.

   I did my usual routine, starting with a shower, to clean up the mess
that had magically turned up on my belly.  Then made a quick breakfast, and
studied my moms `to do' list.  Wouldn't take too long to finish these, and
make her happy, and then the day was mine.
   About ten thirty, Cory called, wanting to know if I was coming over.  I
told him that I was just about finished with my chores, and then I would
head to his house.  I finished my chores, watering all my mom's outdoor
plants, ant then hopped on my bike.

    When I rode up Cory's driveway, I saw him hauling their garbage can out
to the curb.  And he was yelling at some kid standing on the porch.  I
looked at him, and could see he had been crying, although he tried to hide
it.
   Just then a car pulled up to the curb with some teenagers in it, and the
kid on the porch came jogging out to it.  It was Cory's brother, and he
walked past me, and looked at his brother, calling him a `Dildo' as he got
in the car.
   "You're a prick..." Cory yelled at him, with a quaver in his voice.  But
his brother and his friends just laughed as they drove off;
   "You okay?" I asked, seeing a tear roll down his cheek.
   "No," he muttered under his breath, "I hate Mark.  He's a total dick!"
and he started for the house.  I followed him inside and into the kitchen.

   I put my hands on his shoulders and turned him around, facing me.  He
just looked at the floor, and a small stutter in his breathing told me he
was still crying.  I put my arm around his shoulders reassuringly.
   "He, he's just a prick..." Cory stuttered through his tears. "He makes
me do his chores, and flips me shit all the time."
   "Forget it dude." I told him and raised my hand from his shoulder, to
tousle his blond hair.  He looked sideways at me, I made a face at him, and
in a goofy voice I said "Does somebody need a hug...?"  He laughed a little
and I pulled him to me for a brief squeeze, and he laughed some more.

   With that behind us we went out to the backyard and decided to kick a
soccer ball around for a while.  It was kind of fun, and in few minutes,
Cory was laughing and had regained his sweet smile, totally forgetting
about his brother.
   Cory's dog kept chasing the ball around, so we kind of made a game of
that for a little while, chasing all around the yard until all of us were
worn out.  Well, all of us except the dog, who still wanted to play.  We
sat in the grass to rest, but that ended when Cory jumped on me, wanting to
wrestle.  I weighed more than he did, so I just kind of toyed with him, but
I have to admit the little guy was pretty tough, and we both got a good
workout, rolling around grappling with each other.

   I noticed I was enjoying the wrestling a little too much.  We had taken
our shirts off, and rolling around just wearing shorts, there was a lot of
skin contact, which once again felt really, really good.  I had Cory on the
ground, face down under me, our bare legs intertwined, my chest pressed
tightly to his back, and my groin nestled against his butt. I wrapped him
up tightly, telling him to surrender but with my cheek against his ear, the
smell of his soft blond hair and warmth of his body, I just wanted to stay
like this.

   When he gave up, we just kind a laid there together, and neither of us
seemed to be in a hurry to pull away.  Finally we went inside to grab some
juice, and while we were in the kitchen, the phone rang.
   His mom was calling just to check in with him, and she told him she
wanted him to do a few chores, and to give his dog a bath, before he went
out anywhere.  He rolled his eyes at me.  (See, I told you that was part of
getting orders from parents.)  I just laughed at him, and waited for him to
hang up.

   I told him I'd help with the chores, and together we wrapped them up
pretty quickly.  All he had left to do was give his dog a bath.  We took
him downstairs to the laundry room, where there was a low deep welled
basin.  He filled it part way with water and we hoisted the dog into it.
   He poured some shampoo on its back, and I held the dog still while Cory
scrubbed it down.  The dog fidgeted and shook off, not really enjoying the
bath.  Soapy water seemed to splash everywhere, with big globs of it
landing on Cory's face and bare chest.

   We both laughed, and I reached over to wipe it off his face before it
got in his eyes.  Then, just because I wanted to, I put my wet hand on his
chest and wiped away the suds that were sliding down over his chest and his
little nipple.  I was beginning to realize, that I was feeling more than
just friendship for Cory; I was, I guess, falling for him.
    "Glad that's done." Cory said, as we pulled the dog out of the basin
and began drying it off.  "I need to take a shower." He remarked, looking
down at his grimy shorts and soap covered chest.  "Can you finish drying
off Duke while I do?"
   "No prob..." I answered, but I would rather have gone with Cory.  He
turned and headed down the hall, and I continued drying the dog.  When I
had finished, I walked down the hall as well.

   Down at the other end, was Cory's bedroom, a bathroom, and across the
hallway his brothers bedroom.  Cory had left the bathroom door open, and
hearing the shower, I stood in the doorway, looking in.
   Cory was in the shower, and though the glass door was lightly frosted, I
could see his naked outline moving behind it.
   "I finished drying the mutt." I called out to him.
   "Cool, thanks." Cory answered.  "I'm almost finished."  And I stood,
watching his naked outline, moving just beyond the door.  I closed my eyes
and leaned my head back against the door jamb, and again could feel myself
boning up.

   I decided to go into Cory's bedroom and wait for him.  What would he
think if he knew I was attracted to him like this?  And, why the fuck was I
attracted to him like this.  And even though it was confusing me, I totally
liked the feelings I was getting.

   Cory had a big bedroom.  It was larger than mine actually.  There was a
dresser, and two single beds, with an end table in between them.  There was
a comfortable chair, and a small bench with a TV on it.  I sat on the end
of the first bed and waited.
   It was only a minute, and Cory, his body still wet, walked into the room
lightly holding his towel around his waist.  I looked at his beautiful
body, glistening with water, as he walked past me.

   With out any shyness, he stood beside the other bed, and pulled the
towel from around him.  He smiled at me and started drying himself.  I was
lost in a trace.  He was beautiful.  His flat stomach helped form the V
groove that ran from his lower abdomen to his groin.
   And there below his naked pubic mound, was his flaccid penis. It was, in
a word, splendid.  He wasn't circumcised, and there was half an inch of
loose flesh hanging from the tip of his soft boyhood. He was bigger than I
had expected, a good three inches, not including that sweet foreskin.  It
glistened with water, and waved around as he dried his hair.  His testicles
were loose, in their smooth tender sack, and swung back and forth easily as
Cory dried himself.

   I swallowed with great difficulty, mesmerized by his young
genitals. There were sexual sensations churning deep inside me. I didn't
know what to do, but I couldn't look away.  Surly he could see the way I
was looking at him.  I finally managed to look down, a bit embarrassed that
I was attracted to him. I fixed my gaze on the floor for a minute, and when
I looked up again Cory had finished drying off, and he was looking at me.
   "Can I ask you something?" he questioned.  And I looked in his eyes,
worried what it may be.
   "Sure." I said.  And now, it was Cory who paused for a moment.
   "I was wondering...  Well...  The other day, when you were inside your
buddy Aaron's house...  You know, in his bedroom. What... What were you
doing in there?  I looked at him, and he seemed just a touch embarrassed
now.
   "Did you... Did you see me in there?" I asked him.  And he nodded, a bit
shyly.
   "Well. I was, I was just missing my friend, and so... We used to, well,
jack off together."  I looked at him to see his reaction.  To my surprise,
he walked over to where I was sitting, and still naked, he sat down right
beside me.

   "So... I kinda know what that is, but... What was that stuff that came
out of it?" he asked, with a slight blush.  I was a little surprised he
didn't know.  He's twelve, and kids talk about that stuff.
   "Really? You don't know?" I said, but I could see that he didn't.
   "I've heard some stuff" Cory said.  "But no one ever tells me.  I saw my
brother doing it once, but he got pissed at me and told me if I ever said
anything about it he'd beat the shit out me. That's why I never asked you
about it.  I thought you'd get mad at me."  I looked into his innocent
face.
   "I would never be mad at you." I told him.  Then I explained to him
about jacking off, and what happens to your body, and about the `stuff'
that squirts out of it.  He sat intently listening to me, and when we
looked down, he had a total hard on.  He quickly looked up at me, blushing,
and reached for his towel to cover it.

   "Don't." I said, stopping his arm.  "You look, fantastic."  He looked at
me again, and I smiled at him.  "Besides... I have a boner too." And he
looked down to the obvious tent in my shorts.
   He grinned at me, and I put my arm around his naked shoulders, holding
him to me.  He looked up into my eyes, he was so cute, and our faces were
only inches apart.  My heart was thumping in my chest, and I looked from
his eyes, to his young soft lips, then back into his eyes.
   "Can I..." I whispered.  "I mean, can I..." but before I could ask
anything, Cory leaned in and pushed his soft lips onto mine. It only lasted
a second, but it was tender, and wonderful.




_________Chapter Five


   My mind was racing when we separated.  I looked at Cory's face, totally
excited by what had just happened.  We both stood up, and Cory smiled
timidly.  He put his arms around me and hugged me to him.  I could feel his
firm young erection pushing against the inside of my thigh, and certainly
he could feel mine pressed against him.

   Like pigeons flying out of an empty barn, the ghosts of my loneliness
seemed to fly away from me.  I had found something that I desperately
needed, and as I felt Cory's heartbeat, softly thumping against my chest, I
knew that he had as well.
   "Will you teach me this stuff?" Corey asked me innocently.
   "What `stuff'?" I asked.  And after a short pause I felt his hand,
gently touch my penis.
   "This stuff..." He answered blushing slightly. "No one will tell me
about it."  And he looked up at me.  I answered his question by leaning
forward and kissing him on the lips and lingering there for several
seconds.  He beamed that wonderful grin at me.  We heard a door bang shut
upstairs and then we heard his brother's voice.

   "Cory?  Are you here?" His brother called out, and we moved apart.
   "I'm down stairs." Cory shouted back up to him, as he quickly pulled on
a pair of shorts.  We could hear another voice upstairs; apparently Mark
had come home with one of his friends.  They came thumping down the stairs.
Mark stuck his head into Cory's room.  He saw me and nodded.
   "Hey." He said, in informal greeting.
   "Hey Mark." I answered.  And he looked over at Cory.
   "How come your hair's wet? He asked, but probably didn't care.
   "We gave the dog a bath." Cory answered, and he pulled a fresh tee shirt
out of one of his dresser drawers.
   "Good!  That dog stinks half the time." He mumbled.  "Did mom call?" And
Cory just nodded.  And with that, Mark and his friend walked past and went
into Marks bedroom, closing the door behind them.  Cory shook his head,
pulled his tee shirt on, and we headed upstairs.
   "I wish you were my brother!" Cory stated.
   "I'm better than that," I answered, "I'm your friend." And we smiled at
each other.  "Hey," I said out loud, as something just occurred to me.
"You think your mom would let you spend the night?"  I could see Cory's
face light up, clearly he loved the idea.
   "Yes!" he said excitedly.  "She already told me I should have you over
some night. So I'm sure shed be okay with this." He grabbed up the phone,
anxious to call her.

   He talked with her for a few minutes, and I heard him say things like,
`Yes Mom', and `I will mom.'  Then he turned happily to me and said it was
ok, he could spend the night.  I felt as excited as he did, and we went
back to his room to grab his backpack and stuff some clothes in it.
   "Do I need a sleeping bag?" he asked.
   "I don't think so `bro." and I grinned at him.  He hollered at Marks
door that he was going over to my house, to which his brother only answered
`Good' through the door.  I shook my head, and together Cory and I headed
upstairs and out the door.  We scooped up our bikes, and feeling free, we
headed for my house.

   When we got there, I called my mom.  I thought it might be a good idea
to let her know what we were doing.  She was ok with it, especially as she
had seen my change in attitude since I met Cory.
   We took his stuff into my room and tossed it onto the bed, kicked off
our shoes, and then, realizing we were hungry, we went out to the kitchen
and I made us a couple of Hoagie sandwiches, while Cory grabbed some sodas
and bags of chips from the cupboard.
   Sitting up at the counter, we chowed down, talked, and laughed.  We had
a burping contest with our sodas, and all the while, we were innocently
rubbing our feet together under the counter.

   We spent the rest of the afternoon messing around outside.


   When we came back to the house, it was late afternoon, we kicked off our
shoes when we came in, and I noticed there was a new phone message from my
mom; she was running late at work, and she'd make dinner for us when she
got home in about an hour and a half.
   We were kind of grimy, having messed around all day, so we decided we
should get cleaned up before my mom got home.  Cory and I went back to my
bedroom to change.  We both pulled off our shirts, and as I took my socks
off, Cory was studying me.  Then he sat on the bed and pulled his off as
well.

   "Come on." I said, taking hold of his wrist and pulling him off the bed.
We marched across the hall to the bathroom where I stood at the sink and
turned the water on.  Cory stepped over to the toilet, and hooking his
thumb in his shorts, he pulled himself out and began to pee.  I looked over
to watch, still totally intrigued by his foreskin.

   He looked over at me and grinned.  I just felt so comfortable with him,
in so short a time; it was wonderful to have him as a friend.  He shook
himself off, and came over to stand beside me as I put a wash cloth under
the warm water.  Cory put his hand up on my bare shoulder, and rested his
head against my arm as he watched my movements in the mirror.
   "So, I was wondering..." He said, "Maybe if we have time, well, you
could start showing me some stuff.  You know."  And his hand was now gently
rubbing my shoulder blades.
   "You little horn dog." I grinned at him, "You're trying to get me to
bone up!"
   "What...?  Nuh-uh..." He said with mock surprise. We both laughed.  I
turned to him, and putting my hands under his armpits, I lifted him, and
sat him on the edge of the counter.  Amused, as I could see the
anticipation on his face.
  I picked up the warm, wet washcloth, and sliding it across his shoulder,
I began to softly bathe his upper chest.  .  I gently stroked the warm
cloth over him, slowly, tenderly rubbing my thumb across his dime sized
nipple, and down to his firm, but soft abdomen.

   He watched me all the while.  I dropped down, softly washing his young
thighs, pushing teasingly upward into the gap in his shorts, till my
fingers just brushed his soft boy sack.  I continued this bath, and moving
downward I gently cupped the heel of his foot in my hand, holding it while
I washed his lower legs.
   I glanced up at him, and now he had his eyes closed, with his head
slightly laid back.  I could almost see his heart beating beneath his
smooth skinned chest.  Tenderly I began to bathe his foot, and toes.
   "That tickles..." he giggled softly, but didn't pull his foot away.

   I set the washcloth aside, and stepped forward against the counter with
his legs dangling on either side of me.  I laid my hands on his thighs, and
began massaging his quads, rubbing my hands further and further up his bare
legs.
   "Mmmm, that feels good..." he said quietly.  I knew the more I
stimulated him, the more intense it would be when he masturbated.  I slid
my hands under the cuffs of his shorts, still softly massaging the inside
of his thighs.  Cory was enjoying the contact, and I had long since gone
totally rigid..
   I pulled my hands away, and smiling at him, I moved his arms around my
neck.  "Hold on." I told him, and then lifted him just a bit till I could
slide his shorts off beneath his bum, and then pulled them down his thighs,
over his knees, and let them drop freely to the floor.
   His young penis was pointing to the ceiling, the head of it just peeking
out of his stretched foreskin.  I could feel myself twitch, just the sight
of his youthful erection was sending me into overdrive.  I reached out and
timidly touched his boypole.  It jerked beneath my fingers, and he drew in
a sharp breath.

   Spitting on the tips of my fingers, I reached in again and pinched the
soft tissue of his foreskin between my fingertips.  I squeezed gently,
sliding my fingers and his loose skin up and down just over the tip of his
rigid, beautiful tool.  I could hear his breath catch, and a pleasing sigh
escaped his lips.
    This was not how I had intended to show him how to masturbate, but I
was so caught up in his pleasure that I couldn't stop.
   With each downward push, I gazed at the reddish purple head of his dick,
now wet with my spit.  He was rocking slightly with each gentle stroke,
moving in rhythm with it.  I realized I was lightly moving my hips as well,
pumping my groin against his leg.  I still had my shorts on, but wasn't
going to stop and pull them off, this was just too intense.

   Cory's eyes were tightly closed, and with parted lips, he was moaning
softly.  I stroked him for several minutes, wriggling my forefinger in
small circles just below the head, and he was gasping, squirming his bare
buttocks on the counter. Surly with his cheeks spreading like that, his
moist boy hole must have been suckling the countertop.
   I increased my speed and the length of my stroke, as I could hear his
breathing coming in sharp gasps.  I softly rubbed his thighs with my other
hand. His legs began to twitch, his toes and feet contorting

   "Ohhhhhhh," he moaned, "Brad I...  I can't...  Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh,
ahhhh.." His young body began to tremble and spasm.  The intensity of his
rise toward orgasm was so stimulating that I could feel pre cum drooling
from my own raging prick in slight twitching pulses, as I continued to hump
at his leg.  I was so close, I figured I might blow my load before he did.

   His naked legs were sliding and contorting now against mine.  My stomach
was churning with excitement, and then...  Cory moaned a deep cry, and he
twitched, and shuddered into my hand, again, and again.  I was surprised to
see a clear jet of fluid spurt from the head of his penis.  Several other
drops of his amber boy juice dribbled from it as he clenched his legs
around me.
   His hands gripped tightly to my shoulders, he pitched forward against
me, his moaning excited me, and suddenly it was my turn.  My cock spurt
pulse after pulse of hot gizz, creaming the inside of my shorts while our
hot bodies pulsed together.

   We were both straining to catch our breaths, as simultaneously we
started to come down from the endorphin rush that had coursed through our
sweat dampened bodies.  Cory wrapped his arms around me laying his head in
the crook of my neck.  We held ourselves together like that until our
breathing and heart rates returned to normal.  Cory looked at me, and we
rested our foreheads together.  He gently pushed his wet lips to mine.
Then he pulled back with a giant grin on his face.
   "Ho-ly-crap... That was fuckin' awesome." He beamed at me.
   "That was hot." I returned.  "Shit dude, that's one of the best orgasms
I've ever had.  And you...  You little shit; you actually squirted some boy
juice!"
   "I did?  My eyes were closed so tight... Are you sure?"
   "Sure as shit Cor, I watched it spew." I looked at my fingers, and I
could still see his clear wet globs on them.  "Check this out." I said
showing it to Cory.  His eyes were wide as he looked at it, then ran his
finger through it, grinning at the viscous goo.
   "Awesome!" he grinned.  Then he looked at the wet stain seeping through
my shorts.  "Oh man, I didn't get to see you squirt."

   I peeled down my shorts, and Cory was staring at my now softening penis.
"You look nice." He said.  I realized this was the first time he had seen
my dick, except for when he had first watched me through the window, as I
wanked myself in Aarons old bedroom.
   Cory reached out timidly and touched my dick.  I could see him shiver
with excitement.  He touched his finger to my small patch of pubes, rubbing
it gently.
   "It's really soft." He remarked, and I noticed his young tool was
stiffening again.
   "We better get cleaned up," I laughed, "My mom might not understand
this."

   I turned on the shower, and putting my hand on Cory's shoulder, I
ushered him into it.  I stepped in with him, and even though we took a
quick shower, we enjoyed soaping each other up.  Cory boned up again as I
washed him, and I couldn't resist either as he spent extra time lathering
and feeling up my shaft.  He seemed to enjoy touching it, and I didn't mind
it either.
   Time was running short though, so we agreed to take a `proper' shower
together another time.  We finished quickly and after drying off, we pulled
on some fresh clothes.  I decided since my mom had to work late, it might
be a nice thing for me to cook dinner.

   With Cory's help, we set the table and I fired up the grill on the back
patio.  I put some chicken on to cook, (my mom had taught me how), and Cory
and I made up a great salad.  Then, with the help of pre packaged pasta, I
made some Alfredo noodles.
   We heard my mom pull into the garage, just as I was pulling the chicken
off the grill.  She was really surprised, and to my embarrassment, she gave
me a big kiss in front of Cory.  He just smiled at me, and when mom wasn't
looking, he pretended to kiss me.

 We enjoyed the meal, and my mom seemed to really like Cory.  I certainly
did.  We watched TV for a while, and before mom went to bed, she set out
some dessert for us.
   "Don't stay up too late." She said, and she kissed me `again.'  Cory
smirked, but I had the last laugh, as this time she planted one on his
forehead, and then said "Goodnight boys."
   We stayed up kind of late; Cory had started to doze off, so I shook him,
and told him we had better get to bed.  We went back to my bedroom, and I
locked the door behind us, then stripped down to my undies, Cory following
my lead.
   "Thanks.  This was a great day." He said tiredly, and he hugged me. It
felt nice, holding each other like that.  "I wanted you to teach me some
more stuff tonight," he yawned, but I don't think I can make it."
   "That's ok, we have loads of time." I told him. "Come on." I pulled the
covers down on the on the spare bed for him, and while he crawled in, I
walked over to mine, and pulled down the bed spread.
   "No..." I heard him say.  And I turned to see that he was holding his
covers up. "Over here."
   He gave me that charming smile of his, so I went back and crawled into
the bed with him.  He yawned, turned onto his side and snuggled up to me.
I put my arm over him, our bodies spooned together.  His feet were
intertwined with mine, our warm bodies linked from head to toe.
    Within a minute, I could feel his breathing soften. He had already
fallen asleep, and in the comfort of this warm embrace, I was right behind
him.




________________Chapter Six



   When I woke up the next morning it was to the comfort of warmth, still
snuggled up against my body.  Lying on our sides, my arm was wrapped around
Cory's chest.  I could feel my heart softly beating against his back, and
the scent of his clean blond hair in my nose.
   I lay there, peacefully for several minutes, simply enjoying the
feeling; Cory's soft rhythmic breathing nearly lulling me back into
slumber.  I raised my head, and without thinking I gently kissed the back
of his ear.  Cory, still sleeping, rolled toward me, now snuggling face to
face as his arm slid around me.

   This was something new to me, laying there, our heads just touching, and
with every breath, I breathed in his soft exhale.  Even at fourteen this
felt like something special; Sharing breath, the life energy of another
human being.  It is something I will always remember.

   At length, Cory woke up.  We just lay there for a minute without saying
a word.  I wondered if he was feeling what I was.  "I like this..." He said
finally, and he scootched even tighter to me, putting his top leg up over
mine.  It was only a moment before I felt little Cory's hard-on pressing
into my hip.
   "You horn dog..." I whispered.  And Cory laughed his cute little giggle
that just made me feel good.

   "So, what you wanna' do today?" I asked
   "I want you to teach me more stuff...  Can we jerk off again? Cory said.
   "I can't believe you had never jacked off before." I remarked.  "Really,
that was your first time?"
   "Pretty much.  I mean, I keep hearing kids talk about it, and stuff.
And last year when I caught my brother doing it, I kinda' tried it once or
twice; but it didn't do anything.  But yesterday was so great, I want you
to show me again.  You know, and other stuff."
   "Other stuff?  Like what?" I said, half teasing him.

   "You know..." he said, blushing a bit, "Like other stuff... Like, I
wanna' know what a BJ is, and how do you French kiss...  You know, how do
you... Put your dick in someone...  Stuff like that."
   "Hmm, I don't know." I told him. "You may be kind of young for this
stuff."
   "I am not..." he started to protest, but then realized I was just
joking.  And he playfully punched me on the shoulder.
    "Oww!  Now you have to kiss it." I joked.  He smiled slyly, and then
kissed my shoulder; then my neck, and up to my cheek.  He looked me in the
eye.
   "So, how do you French kiss." He asked.  "Is it like this..." And he
stuck his tongue wetly on my cheek.
   "Ugg... Gross." I protested, as he laughed.  "What, are you new?  Try it
like this." And with parted lips I softly pressed mine to his.  I touched
my tongue lightly to his lips, tasting, exploring him..  His lips parted a
bit, and then, just entering his mouth, our tongues met; softly at first,
timidly wandering.  Because the truth was, this was my first time to do
such a thing as well.

   Instinct drove me, and then Cory.  You don't practice this stuff, you
just do it.  Guided by raw pleasure, and for me, motivated by my love for
this boy who had rescued me from loneliness.  I rolled onto my back,
pulling him on top of me.  My hands cupped on his firm round butt cheeks.
I pulled him into me, feeling his eager penis grind on mine, while our
tongues continued to play.  I took hold of his boxer briefs and slid them
off his hips, freeing his boy parts.

   I heard him sigh with pleasure.  He pulled away, but only to grab my
underwear and yank them down.  My erect pole stood straight up to greet
him.  He straddled my legs, and kneeling around me on his haunches, our
young sacks pushed together.  He looked at me, and then took my dick into
his hand.
   "Whoa," he said, "It feels so warm."  He began stroking me.  Even this
was another first for me.  My friend Aaron and I had jerked off with each
other many times, but we had never done it `to' each other.  I closed my
eyes, the feel of Cory's soft hand working my boyhood.

   Putting my hand on his thighs, I rubbed them softly, then slid my hands
onto his sides, holding onto his thin waist just at the hips.  I began
pulling him rhythmically into me, so our testicles rubbed together as he
stroked.

   "Is that your giz?" Cory asked, as pre cum oozed from my dick hole.
   "No..." I half moaned, "That's pre cum.  It makes it slippery."  And
Cory ran his finger over my slit, and through the golden drops.  I moaned
as he rubbed across my cock head, while still stroking me with his other
hand.  "Shit Cor, that's sooo good..."
   He grinned, happy that he was pleasing me.  He changed hands, and
squeezed my member, milking more juicy pre cum from me. Cory scooped it up
on his finger, examined it, and then to my surprise he suckled it off his
finger.
   "Mmm," he pondered, "Not too bad..."  He slid his thumb on my glans,
causing me to twitch, and then he licked his sticky thumb.
   "Uhhh, "I grunted as I could feel myself building. "Stop Cor... I don't
wanna' squirt yet.  And reluctantly he stopped.  He lay on me, our naked
bodies touching from head to toe.  Cory found my mouth again with his
tongue, and we rubbed each other while we kissed.  I cupped his butt cheek,
then slid my fingers into his crack.

   Rubbing, massaging, my middle finger found his pucker, which drew a sigh
of intense pleasure from Cory, as I wiggled it around and toyed with his
opening.  He drew his leg up, granting me access, and my finger played
there, and down between his legs to his soft scroatum.
   Cory sucked at my tongue and lip, then buried his face in the crook of
my neck.  His heavy breathing tickled my skin, and he began dry humping his
groin into mine.  Quickly overwhelmed by the sensations going through me, I
began to climb toward orgasm again.

   "Cory, stop..." I pleaded.
   "Am I doing it wrong?" he asked sincerely.
   "Shit no dude.  You're doing it so right that I'm about to cum..."
   "So!  I wanna' make you cum." He said excitedly, humping into me again.
I had to grab his hips and hold him against me, on the verge of exploding.
"Please..." he pleaded.
   "Not yet," I begged.  "I want to show you some other stuff."
   "Like what?" Cory asked, curiously.
   "I want to show you that BJ you asked about."
   "Really...  Cool.  But then I want to make you cum, okay?"  I nodded at
him.

  I rolled Cory off me, and onto his back. I straddled him on my knees, and
kissed him, then began a slow slide down his beautiful firm body.  I
tongued his nipple, instinct guiding me, I slid lower, kissing, and licking
at his sweet little `inne' of a belly button.  Cory was squirming.
   "I like these BJ's." he breathed.  And I looked up at him.
   "We're just getting to it..." I smirked.  "See how you like this..."  I
took his hard member into my hand, and with two fingers and my thumb, I
slid his foreskin back to expose the moist purple head of his wiener.
Another first for me, I touched my tongue to him, running it around that
beautiful boy spike.

   I licked the length of his pole, kissing and licking his tender
scroatum.  I breathed in the boy scent from between his legs, nuzzling his
balls and gently taking them into my mouth. I continued to kiss and lick up
and down his shaft, as he squirmed beneath me.  And then, gently I rolled
the purple head into my mouth.  Slowly I slid down him, then up again.  And
again, slowly, deliberately.  Cory quivered.

   "Oh man," he moaned, "Oh man..."  His tasty cock twitched in my mouth.
I began sucking on him, and I slipped my hand under his bum.  I slid my
fingers between his sweat dampened cheeks and began fingering his pink boy
pucker.
   Bobbing up and down on his warm boy meat, I heard Cory begin to moan.
His legs writhed, twitching back and forth.  Cory's hands rested on the
back of my head, running his fingers through my hair.
   With my free hand, I grabbed the base of his penis, and began stroking
it as I sucked and licked on the head.  I bobbed back, sucked, trying to
bury my tongue into his foreskin.

   Cory was deep in it now.  I could taste sweet drops of pre cum that
leaked from him.  His fingers clenched in my hair; I saw his tummy go
taught, drawing inward.  His moans were loud now, and his feet tensed
against me.
   And then, his young body went rigid, he grunted, and in a spasm fit, his
young balls stopped slapping up and down, and drew up tight in his
scroatum.  I felt him contract, expand, and then ejaculate his golden seed
into my mouth.  His young body shuddered.

   Cory was grunting loudly, his hips fully elevated off the bed.  I don't
know how much semen he shot into my mouth, but there were numerous
contractions.  I pulled away, and jacked him a few more strokes.  Sticky
clear boy sauce still oozed from his twitching pole.  I licked at his
sensitive, totally moist dick head, but his hips pulled back the feeling
just too intense for him to handle'

   I pulled away, and lay down next to Cory, putting my arm around him. I
pulled his face next to mine.  He was breathing heavily, eyes closed.  We
said nothing for a minute while he came down from his horny high.
   "So..." I said to him.  "I take it you don't care for BJ's."  He turned
weakly and looked at me, and beamed.
   "Ho-ly Fuckin' crap..." He managed to get out, with his shaky grin.
"You have to be kidding me."  I just grinned at him.
   "Ok, maybe you liked it just a little." I mused.  I reached down and
rubbed my finger across his young dick, and it twitched again, still tender
in the afterglow of his orgasm.  His eyes rolled back and he quivered.

   After a few minutes, Cory had recovered, and he insisted that I keep my
promise.  He wanted to make me cum.  I was lying on my back and Cory slid
around to position himself.  He sat on my belly, legs on either side of me,
and began to slide down to position himself to jack me off.  As he pushed
his way down, his naked butt slid across my penis, and it felt great.
   He noticed my expression, and he moved back, sitting with my cock
between his cheeks.  He began working his hips back and forth, masturbating
me with his butt.  It felt fantastic.

   He squirmed in various directions, causing me to do the same.  His boy
hole was sliding back and forth on my erection, and besides feeling good,
it was incredibly stimulating to watch.  I wondered what it would be like
to stick my dick into him, to make love to him.
   Cory was enjoying his task though, not only happy to jack me, but at the
same time he said it felt unbelievable to have my hot dick rubbing, sliding
against his anus.  He had actually boned up again, and was softly moaning
because of the erotic feelings.  I was getting off as well, and soon he had
worked me into a frenzy.

  "I'm there..." I gasped, "Ohhhh shit Cor, I'm there..."  My body
contorted, and as my dick swelled, it began...  Cory slid his ass backward
off my groin, grabbed hold of my boyhood, and working his hand like a
piston, he took me over the edge...  I blasted out a rope of boy cream,
followed by another, and another...
   And then, another great surprise; Cory hunched over, dropped his head
and took my squirting boy tool into his mouth.  I pumped several more
squirts of hot cream into his mouth, before finally running dry.  He pulled
me out, and worked me slowly, tenderly bringing me down from my orgasm. His
wet thumb slid over the tip of my sensitive organ, making my eyes squeeze
tightly shut.  I winced and pulled my hips back from his touch.  Cory had a
look of satisfaction on his face.

   "Awesome..." He said, and then kissed my belly, where the first sticky
ropes of my giz had landed.  Reaching down, I took him in my hands pulled
him up to my chest, and hugged him to me.  He lay on top of me and we held
each other for many minutes, while I recovered.
   "That was so cool." Cory breathed.  "When you were between my butt
cheeks like that, it just felt so weird, so awesome. I kinda' wanted to
stick you inside me." He looked for my reaction.  So, I grinned and kissed
him.
   "Me too," I answered. "It was crazy, I was so horny..."  And Cory just
giggled at me.  We lay quietly for a moment.
   "Maybe we could try it later, if you want?" he suggested.
   "Yes please..." I said with a laugh.  "That would be cool."

   We lay there resting, Cory on top of me with the top of his head nestled
at my cheek.  My hand idly stroking up and down the soft skin of his warm
back, and I stopped with my fingers across the silky skin of his butt
cheek.  I could tell from his breathing that he had dozed off, spent from
our boy play.
   It all felt wonderful to me.  I was aware of everything; the warmth of
his naked skin against mine.  The feel of his soft penis between our
bodies, and the tender tickle of his breath on my chest.
    I thought back to how lonely I had felt, just a few short days ago.
And now in an instant, my world had changed again.  It all felt wonderful
to me. It was, as friend Cory would say, "Awesome!"



 ______________End.


Comments welcome at: this.boy.slife@hotmail.com

  Authors Note: So often adults seem to dismiss the longings of a boy; as
if his youth somehow diminishes his feelings, or the depth of his pain.
But the truth is, at any age, for any of us, it's about filling the void of
emptiness.  There is one constant about being a boy; the pure innocence
that comes from his heart.