Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 09:40:34 -0700
From: danrl1099@yahoo.com
Subject: Tony - Gay - Young Friends

1987

My name is Donny.  I was named after one of my uncles who I rarely see.  My
dad told me that he was close to his brother when I was born, but I only
see him every once in a while.  In any case, I am kindoff a weird kid.  I
am a good student, but I am pretty much middle of the road on everything
else in life.  I am decent looking I guess for being 13.  I have longish
blond hair, and have a slim, but somewhat muscular body.  Not that I really
care about that.  I am one of the kids that always gets picked in the
middle, or a little after the middle for sports.  I have friends, only one
that is pretty close, but all of my classmates all seem to have a big group
of friends.  Me, only like 1 or 2.

I just got done with the 7th grade and I have no clue about sex.  Well, I
know a little.  My little dick gets hard sometimes and I have been goofing
around with one of my friends, Aaron, down the block every chance I get.
Even though, I seem to be the one who is more interested in doing anything
than him.  We get naked and rub our little boners together when we are at
his house and his mom is at work and his older sister is not at home.  We
don't know anything about cumming, so we just do it for as long as we can
before we start to get that funny feeling, then we stop.  I want to do it
again and again, but he would rather just go play games.  He is about 1 ?
years younger than me, so maybe that has something to do with it.  His dick
is about 2 ?" when it is hard, and mine is about an inch bigger.  His is
really skinny and curves a little bit down.  Mine is a little thicker, but
pretty straight.  I have been smarter and create games that will peak his
interest so he will play, but it always ends up with us grinding our dicks
together.  God it feels so good!  One time we were at the beach and we were
in water up to our necks and we dropped our trunks and started rubbing
until his mom yelled to us to come in to go home.  I think he likes it when
there is some kindoff game involved with our naughty games.

I was sitting on my front steps and saw the neighbors across the street
pull into their driveway.  We didn't have much to do with them.  I am my
parents only child and they only have a daughter that is older than me.  I
think my parents are friendly with them, but they don't know them very
well, which is weird because everybody else in the neighborhood, my parents
are friends with.

After they pulled up with me watching them, I expected them to get out of
their car with their daughter, but this day was different.  They all got
out of their station wagon and they all got out, but there was another
person who got out of the car.  He was short and kindoff small.  He was
very tan.  Like really tan.  Not black, but somewhere in the middle.  He
had dark black hair, about 5'.  He didn't look like me or anybody else I
had ever seen before in my life.  Who was this kid I thought to myself?  He
could see me, I am sure.  I mean, I was sitting right on our front steps
looking at them.  But he didn't acknowledge me at all.  When they got out
of their wagon, they went to the back and pulled out a suitcase and then
they all went inside.

At dinner, I told my parents what I had seen, and they told me that they
had been trying to adopt a kid from Peru for a long time, and it must have
finally happened.  I knew where Peru was because we had a social studies
project when I was in the 6th grade and we were assigned pen pals from a
foreign country.  Mine was a girl named Quety from Ecuador.  We were still
writing back and forth writing about stupid things, but at the time, I
didn't know where Ecuador was, so I looked on the globe in the classroom
and saw that Ecuador was close to Peru.  So at least I knew where Peru was,
but I had no idea really.  So then, I looked up Peru in our encyclopedias
and learned a little about the country.  All I knew, was that he looked
cute and I wanted to rub my dick against his dick.  Aaron didn't really
want to do it anymore, and my other friends weren't into that type of
thing.  I tried a couple of times with them and they wouldn't do it.  I
really only thought of him as another guy in the neighborhood that I could
do that with.  I had no idea how it would happen, but I knew that is what I
wanted.

Weeks went by and I only ever saw him coming and going with his parents.  I
spent much of my afternoons going to the park with my few friends.  There
was a big log fort thing and a pond there, so that was plenty to keep us
busy.  Aaron started hanging out more with friends in the neighborhood that
were his age, so I didn't get to do much if anything with him as I
remember.  I was a bit lost, and a bit frustrated.  One day, my dad was in
a great mood after I had worked my ass off in the family garden.  Which was
more than a garden actually.  It was about an acre of crops that needed
tending almost every day.  In any case, he gave me 5 dollars after a lot of
work, and I went to the 7-11 up the hill to get a big slurpee and other
sweet treats.  When I was walking home with a big gulp cup filled with a
cherry/coke mix of slurpee, I saw him in his front yard.  He was mowing
their front lawn and had his shirt off and was wearing short white shorts.
That image is forever in my mind.

I walked by our yards and walked up my driveway and looked back at him
mowing his front yard and gave him a little wave.  He just looked at me and
didn't even wave back.  I felt sad.  Not for him, but for me.  I was
longing for a new friend who would like to do anything together, and to
him, I didn't even really exist.  So I went to our front steps and drank my
slurpee and watched him mow his lawn.  His body was so cute.  It was
kindoff thick and he had no problem handling his dad's lawnmower.  His face
was much different from mine.  His was dark and had a bit of a bigger nose
than me, and his hair was wavy.  Not curly, but wavy.  I had straight blond
hair.  When he got done mowing his front lawn, I decided that I would go
and talk to him.  So I got up and started to walk across the street, and he
just left the mower in the front of his lawn and went inside his house.



To be continued.



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