Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2007 08:19:49 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Understanding Sex-Part 12

This story contains sex between consenting minor boys. Whether imaginary
or otherwise. If reading such material is illegal because of age,
locality or whatever, please don't.

But since all the people who are offending by such material have long
since left, I'm not worried about them.

Oh, and just in case, copyright on this story text belongs at all times
to the original author only, (which would be me) whether stated
explicitly in the text or not. Just in case. So did I say that right?
Beats me, but anyway, if I ever DO look for a publisher, there's a lot
more to this story anyway. And for the most part, I'M the only person who
knows about it.

But saving it on your computer is OK. That's cool enough and if you think
that highly of it, I'm very gratified.


                      Understanding Sex-Part 12
                              Reading,PA


Monday, September 19... I guess now might be a good time to get you
caught up on everything. Starting with Thursday night, June 23rd, that
being my second night with Tallis. The night I got my brains fucked out.
And really, the next day I wrote about it in great detail, but even then
I felt like something was missing. Don't get me wrong, the sex was great.
I'm just anal as hell as it turns out. So Tallis took me doggy style,
sitting in his lap facing him, on my side with one leg pulled up and
right before checking out, leaning over the bathroom sink. That last time
turned out to be a little painful because I had to stand on the balls of
my feet and the angle was awkward, but I LOVED it. And it wasn't really
all that messy afterwards, either. Although I was still glad I wore my
underwear. Tallis said he thought it might be a good idea if I did and he
was right. So I just threw them away shortly after getting back to Aunt
Esther's, that's all.

But I wanted more. Which might be kind of stupid if you think about it,
since prior to Tallis I hadn't even really had SEX, and I sure hadn't had
enough, but after that encounter with Adam the privious afternoon which
came out of nowhere, I wanted to love somebody. Or maybe I should
rephrase that; since I was ALREADY in love; I wanted Adam to love me in
return. In short, I wanted it all. And that was a very big gamble on my
part.

And to be honest, had the circumstances been different I could have just
as easily fallen in love with Tallis. I came very close to doing that
anyway, but with him the thing was I didn't want to find myself sharing
him and I didn't want to be worrying myself sick about something
happening. I'm bad enough about that as it is, and having something
tangibly real to worry about... well, that's something I didn't want to
put myself through.

Austin was back the following Monday. Which started out kind of awkward,
but in the end we were OK. But see, I still felt bad about telling him I
wouldn't start getting high again, and now I was hanging out with Adam
and I was. Only he let me off the hook. He said he'd heard Adam was
getting to be a pothead so he sort of guessed if I was running around
with him I"d be doing it too, but he just hoped we didn't get to be like
McAteer, is all. To which I replied very sincerely that I didn't plan to.
And I also informed him that he was just being an enabler. Which sort of
lightened things up. He shrugged and said well, his cousin did it too. So
he guessed it was OK.

If I hadn't been such a chicken shit that day he suggested us taking a
shower together to save time, I think we would've messed around some. I
have no idea how far it would have gone, but obviously now I wish... oh,
well. You KNOW what I wish, but then on the other hand I have no idea how
that might have complicated matters once Adam entered the picture. But I
liked Austin a lot.

Saturday July 2nd at #5 I played pretty good. Well actually I just blew
everybody's goddamn doors off. 25-24-26 75 and won by SEVEN strokes. So I
HAD to mention that. Sorry, but I did. And I almost won again Sunday at
#2. 32-25-26 83 and came in 2nd. 82 won. Adam placed both days, but
didn't get a qualifying spot. Only he'd already said he was going to New
Haven whether he qualified or not (because there were two tournaments
there just prior to the playoffs), so I did try to qualify Saturday and I
did. So there. (And yes, I think David Goodworker was just a wee bit
pissed. Which was very gratifying.)

Oh, and while I'm tying up loose ends here, Tallis told me right before
the end of the summer that he was going to stay with his grandparents in
South Dakota. I hope it works out for him.

Tuesday morning July 5th Adam and I left for Reading,PA. YES! Except for
one thing. I felt like shit. Well, after awhile Adam mentioned WHY I
wasn't feeling so good, he said he bet I'd caught strep throat from him.
Which he'd had over the weekend. Now he was pretty much over it, but we
just HAD to smoke a celebratory joint after I won Saturday, didn't we?
But anyway, while he wasn't SURE that's what I had, I probably did. And
of course I said, "Well gee thanks, Adam. You might've mentioned that,
you know" and he said "Well, I thought I was getting over it, but I guess
I rushed it. But I just didn't think about you catching it from me, OK?"
Truthfully, neither one of us consistently scores high in the common
sense department. My old man always said I didn't even have the common
sense God gave a billy goat. But anyway, Adam had some pills left over
the doctor had prescribed for him and I was over it by Friday. Only that
didn't give me much practice time. We got to Reading Wednesday night and
all I felt like was getting in bed and staying there, and that's what I
ended up doing all day Thursday as well. Basically I just stayed in bed
and felt sorry for myself.

I was feeling sorry for myself because shortly into our trip Adam sort of
hinted; pretty strongly in fact; that the incident in the woods would
never have happened if he hadn't been so messed up. So all at once I went
from wondering what interesting games we were going to play to wondering
why I was even MAKING the damn trip. To say I was let down would be a
really big understatement. So my being under the weather worked out OK
since it was a good reason for my not being all that chipper about
anything in particular and not having much to say. It was a gawd AWFUL
trip. From Minneapolis to Reading, I mean.

Tuesday night we stopped for the night somewhere in northern Indiana. Our
room had double beds. But it didn't matter, I didn't know if I wanted to
be sharing a bed with him anyway.

And our room in Reading had double beds as well. Ummm, well maybe I sort
of DID want to be in the same bed with him then, even if I did NOT. I was
mixed up. But I TRIED to keep a brave face, and I guess I was at least
partially successful. Like for example Adam's first few attempts at
striking up a conversation turned out to be fairly one-sided as I was...
well, basically I was pouting, so I didn't have much to say, but FINALLY
I guessed I was just making things worse, so after awhile we had some
pretty good conversations. Although I did keep dropping hints here and
there. Not about SEX, oh Lord no, but about how I was most likely to soon
be out on my own MYSELF whether I was ready for it or not. Because see,
what I had to look forward to at Furnier's academy upcoming school year
was Biology. Can you say CREATIONISM? And can you also say MARTYRDOM?
Because the chances of me being able to keep my mouth shut while that
bullshit was being spewed out was absolutely nil. So I just might've
gotten my little ass killed, you know? Oh, and I also had American
History to look forward to. Or their version of it. Which basically
seemed to be that what our founding fathers had in mind wasn't democracy
but theocracy. And the reason our country became great and managed to
kill off most of the Indians who were so obstinate and just flat out
refused to see how we had their best interests in mind was BECAUSE we let
God run things.

Well, if liking to TALK about religion makes me religious, then I am. And
we did have some pretty good conversations.

But he never talked about what HE was going to do. You know, about his
mom's idea of sending him off to military school. And how he might just
take off on his own. But you DO see where I was trying to go with all of
that don't you? I really wanted to ride off in the sunset with him. Why
just gamble when you can shoot for the fucking moon?

Only all my attempted moon shots on that trip from Minneapolis to Reading
failed miserably. Seemed to, anyway.

But like I said, soon as we were checked into to our room in Reading I
was in bed. And naturally Adam headed off to the course to practice. When
he got back I don't know, because I was asleep. All by myself.

I did get a big surprise Thursday morning though. When the phone kept
ringing and Adam wouldn't wake up until I threw a shoe at him (it was his
wakeup call) I discovered he'd gone to bed the night before stark naked.
And here I thought I'd felt bad when he'd retired for the night before
wearing another pair of bikini briefs. Now I felt HORRIBLE. Unrequited
lust is a bad thing.

And so I spent all day Thursday miserably in bed while Adam was out all
day practicing. And well into the night again. He did occasionally call
to see how I was doing, he did bring me something to eat, I did
understand that he NEEDED to practice, but he's just lucky I didn't make
up some really BAD fantasies on my laptop about him. I made up one fairly
interesting one though. About how everything might have worked out better
if somebody like McAteer had made the trip with us. Just imagine that.

Well, that way at LEAST Adam and I would be in the same bed every night.
Of course I seriously doubt he would have been in his birthday suit if
he'd been sleeping with me, but that's what the fantasy was about anyway.
Although eventually it was about what might have happened if McAteer
hadn't gone off on that acid trip. So it ended up taking place in Kansas
City. And of COURSE I'm going to give it to you. What, you think I have
anything better to do? No I don't, so here it goes then.


Late that night we had a shaving cream fight. Which quickly escalated,
although at least our beds remained off limits. And I wouldn't say that
there was a clear cut winner, or at least there wasn't when we thought it
was all over with. Me and Adam had almost established our respective
spaces in bed when McAteer got up again, slipped on some pants, quickly
gathered his stuff and OUR stuff (including our clothes) and went out to
his car where he locked everything in the trunk. I didn't think he'd
really leave, although I figured he might drive off for about an hour so
we'd THINK he'd left. That's why I got out of bed and looked out the
window, I just wondered what he was trying to pull, that's all. His
personal consumption bag and bong was still on the TV. So no, he wasn't
going to leave us there in our underwear. So what was he up to?

"Hey Gary, what's going on?" I asked as he reentered our room.

"Not a thing" he said and he went into the bathroom, then soon emerged
with the shaving cream. Right.

And so another struggle took place. McAteer got me first, then he dragged
Adam out of bed and got him too. It hardly mattered if it got on McAteer,
because with a bed all to himself, he could sleep naked. So for awhile we
just threatened each other's beds.

"Don't do it" said McAteer. "You mess up my bed, I'll mess your's up for
sure. Then nobody will sleep."

So finally Adam said, "Well, are you through fucking around?"

"Yeah, I think I'll call it a night" said McAteer, and he pulled off his
clothes, toweled himself dry and crawled into bed.

"Well fuck" said Adam, and he removed his creamed shorts, dried off with
the bed spread which nobody needed anyway and slipped NAKED into his side
of OUR bed. Then he asked me, "You coming to bed or are you just going to
stand there all night with your shorts full of shaving cream? He got us
for tonight J.J., but there'll be another night."

"Yeah, I guess I'll get the light" said I, then with a perfunctory "You
are a shit, you know that McAteer?" I pulled my shorts off, dried myself
and slipped into bed, with my back to Adam hoping nobody could see my
dick was sticking just about straight up.

For an hour or so I stayed all the way over on my side of the bed. I
could hear McAteer snoring minutes after the lights went out and soon
after that Adam's breathing became regular. He seemed asleep, then with a
sigh he turned over toward me, not touching, just more or less taking his
half out of the middle. If I were to turn over, we probably WOULD be
touching I thought, but what if I woke him up? I had a hard-on that
wasn't ABOUT to quit, so what if he felt that? What would he think?

So quietly I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Only when I
returned, he was almost on my side! If I'd been stuck with McAteer I
would have thought, "Damn son of a bitch, I'm sleeping on the floor!!"
But as it was, I carefully got back into bed. Adam was snoozing away to
beat the band. Well, I had a right to some space. I shouldn't have to
hang my legs off the bed should I? Of course not. So in a remarkably
short time I had one leg underneath his legs and the other was burrowed
right BETWEEN his legs. Only I hadn't even had time to appreciate how
warm and soft his thighs were before he rolled on TOP of me. I sure was
glad I'd just tossed myself off. I mean he was pressed right up against
me and his DICK was pressed up against MY DICK. Oh, my GOSH!!!

Well actually I was scared as shit. What if he suddenly woke up and went,
"What in the FUCK is going ON, damn it! What are you DOING?"

Good question. Hopefully I would have thought to sound sleepy and
irritable and hopefully I would've also thought to remind him that really
he was on MY side, but had it come up, I seriously doubt it. To tell you
the truth, I have no idea WHAT I would have said.

But then after a few minutes he rolled off of me and back to his side of
the bed which was probably good because otherwise I might have smothered
to death. And truthfully I was relieved. But I sort of wished he hadn't
rolled ALL the way over until we weren't even touching. But at least he
seemed to still be soundly asleep.

So within thirty minutes I'd quite naturally rolled over on HIS side. I
wasn't touching him, but I was thinking about it. Then while I was still
trying to get up the nerve, he rolled over on his side facing me. But he
didn't roll over on top of me again, in fact, he still wasn't touching.
And he was still asleep. He snores. Occasionally. And he was snoring
softly at that moment. So I couldn't resist any longer. The first
forbidden zone I touched was his bush. It drew me like a magnet. I
thought it was wonderful. He was sweating a little and it felt damp. And
warm. Of course. Then, my heart hammering, I touched his limp penis. And
held it in my hand. Just briefly. I wanted to skin his foreskin back, but
I guessed I shouldn't press my luck. Next I touched his balls. Then I
thought, "Oh hell. Let's just see if we can slide that foreskin back,
GENTLY now..." then suddenly he stopped snoring! My hand retreated. My
face was burning. I could feel it. And I hated myself. But thankfully
soon he resumed his snoring. I still hated myself, though. I knew what
I'd been doing. Then unexpectedly he rolled on top of me AGAIN. Very
nearly, but not as completely as before, so I could still breathe without
much difficulty. But I still hated myself some although I didn't push him
off. I'm almost positive he was asleep. Now this is very strange, but I
wished at that moment that I'd never started feeling him off. I'm not
sure what to make of that. But I wasn't sorry he was at that moment just
about on top of me, no way.

Then I suppose I went to sleep. With him on top of me!! I had to, because
the next thing I remember, I opened my eyes and it was starting to get
light, I could see it coming in under the curtains. For possibly two or
three hours I had been unconscious of his naked body pressed up against
me. This filled me with great sadness. But even so, there was the moment.
And at that particular moment he was no longer on top of me, but he was
up against my side. He must have just moved against me which is possibly
what woke me up. He was no longer snoring, but his breathing was still
slow and regular. I wasn't completely awake myself, but I became aware of
his penis pressed against my thigh. It did not immediately register on me
that it was also a little stiff, but soon enough it did, at about the
moment I realized it was becoming harder. Now THAT was an interesting
feeling. And his toes were twitching, too.

But then the damn phone rang. Who in the hell told the office to give us
a wake-up call at 6:30 in the fucking morning? What, were we on some sort
of schedule or something?

Actually, it had been Adam who left a message requesting a wake-up call.
And he didn't even wake up. But McAteer was awake and crawling out of
bed, so my night of forbidden and really scary bliss was over and done
with.

So it's better than nothing, right?


But. (Fantasy time is now over, by the way.) Saturday morning, July 9th,
the morning of the Reading tournament we woke up and it was raining. I
mean it was really coming down. So I know everybody else had to play in
the rain too, but I didn't adjust very well. I shot a 34 my first round,
then managed a 31 my second round. But I wasn't totally out of it after
two rounds. I'll admit a 29 would have been hard to come by under the
conditions, but there were some decent scores turned in and I think I was
capable of a 29. (94 total would've placed.) But I needed to make a
charge.

Adam tried to psych me up, telling me I'd gotten off to a bad start, but
I was settled down and now I just needed to play like I was capable of.

And I said hell yes, I was going to do it.

Then I started out my last round by checking up short on the first hole.
That pissed me off. Then I came up short on my second hole. Which REALLY
pissed me off, and so I just slapped at the ball with one hand, didn't
line it up or anything. Hell, it was only about two inches short. Well, I
missed. Knocked it off the incline to the back rail. And I ended up with
a five on that hole. That blew my mind. You would not BELIEVE how bad I
played after that. I shot a... a.. I can't say it. Ishotathirtyeight. So
I was horribly embarrassed and wanted nothing except to hide. To tell you
the truth, I didn't even want to be around Adam, at least not for awhile
I didn't. I didn't need his damn sympathy.

Thankfully, he didn't hang around the course long at all after the
tournament. I was in the car waiting for him, trying to keep my face hid.
I will admit that I was being a bit melodramatic if not downright
overwrought, but I couldn't help it. I felt like crying. I'd made a fool
of myself, that's what I had done. And I really thought I could putt.
Ha!! So when Adam got in, I wouldn't even look at him. You know why? I
felt like I'd let HIM down. Isn't that ridiculous?

He drove in silence a couple of blocks then he offered, "Well, don't take
it so hard. You'll do better tomorrow I bet."

"Oh really?" I said real sarcastic like, "Just how much do you want to
bet on that?"

"Not a goddamn thing if you're going to act like that" he said, then he
didn't say anything else.

"Well fuck, he doesn't even care" I thought somewhat irrationally to
myself after a couple more blocks.

We pulled into the motel parking lot. "So how did you do?" I mumbled.

"What?"

"I ASKED how did you do?" I'll admit I didn't sound like I cared all that
much; I DID, but I'm sure I didn't sound like it.

"I didn't place either" he answered.

And so being unable to think of anything that would sound convincingly
sympathetic, I said nothing at all.

"I'm going to take a shower" he said soon as we got inside.

"Well, let me get a towel so I can dry off" I snapped.

"Well go get one" he said just a bit testily.

I got my towel, then he slammed the door. Then I began to wonder exactly
why I was acting the way I was. I hadn't meant for it to go that far.
Exactly what was I trying to accomplish, anyway? So I thought about it,
then stuck my head back in the bathroom just as he was stepping into the
shower. "Hey, I'm sorry, OK? I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad at myself.
OK?"

"Yeah, fine" he said. Then he closed the shower door hard and turned the
water on.

"Shit" I thought, "He's still pissed. Damn! Why? WHY!?" I started crying
quietly. Well, of COURSE I was still feeling sorry for myself. We all
know that, right?

With tears trickling down my face, I sadly undressed, dried off and
having nothing better to do, climbed naked into my bed. Then I decided to
roll one. Got back up and dug the bag out of my suitcase. Got back into
bed and quickly rolled it up. But no, I didn't put any clothes on. And
yes, I had the beginning of a somewhat desperate, possibly awful idea. I
was still playing it by ear though.

So pretty soon he came out with a wet towel wrapped around his waist and
he said, "Shit. Why are we jumping at each other? I'm not mad at you
either, I'm just a little mad at myself. I mean, DAMN, Robert Etron
placed and I didn't. You blame me for being pissed?"

"No" I sniffed, "you want to smoke one? You know, peace pipe?" and then I
very quickly fired it up.

"Well, give me time to put some clothes on... oh what the fuck. Move
over" he said and with that he dropped his towel and jumped into bed.

And I only moved over a little. As he was getting situated good his hand
brushed fleetingly up against my hip. I tensed a bit and was fully
prepared for the worst which would have been him very quickly getting
right back out of my bed... but he didn't. He didn't even seem to notice.

He asked, "You been crying?"

I went "Urk", exhaled, and handed it to him. Then I said, "Yeah well, I
was mostly pissed off. I played like SHIT."

After he inhaled, exhaled and coughed a few times, he said in a sort of
high-pitched voice as he handed it back, "Yes, you did play like shit.
And after I told you not to. What the fuck's wrong with you anyway?"

I took a great big toke and shook my head. Then I handed it back to him
and said, "I backhanded a two inch putt on number two and it all just
went downhill from there. How many strokes did Robert beat you by,
anyway?"

He exhaled slowly and said, "Five."

I said, "FIVE? DAMN! That's awful!... Five damn strokes... That's
HORRIBLE!"

So he punched me.

And I punched him back.

He said, "Cut it out!"

I asked him, "You want a shotgun?"

He said, "Yeah, sure."

I asked, "How do you do it?"

He said, "You're so damn spastic, you'll probably get a third degree burn
on your tongue. I'll just give you one. Get a little closer to me."

So I was going to brace my hand on his stomach. Which seemed reasonable
enough and easily explained if it proved necessary to do so. But I guess
I put my hand lower down on his stomach than I intended to. No really, I
had no intention of bracing my hand on his penis. On his BONER, in fact.
Well, if it hadn't been hard, it probably wouldn't have been in the way.
But you see, I just could NOT immediately remove my hand. Did that thing
ever feel BIG! Even bigger than that day in the woods. Maybe I just
froze. I think that's what happened. I said "Oops" but I DIDN'T move my
hand, even though I could also feel him shaking. Well, I was a little
shaky myself, so I'm sure I WOULD'VE moved my hand in a second or so,
but...

But he reached over and grabbed MY penis. Which wasn't soft either. Did
you expect it to be? Well, he didn't move his hand so I didn't move my
hand either. Then he asked, "So you still want a shotgun?" Quite calmly,
actually. But we were still both shaking. Not a lot, but we were.

And I took an EXTREMELY deep breath before I answered. My voice was also
noticeably shaking, my face felt like it was on fire and I really could
not BELIEVE I would say it, but I said, "Ah, pinch it. I want something
else."

Only he said, "Flip you for it." Yeah, and his voice also shook.

I asked, "What... do you mean?"

Somewhat calmer, he said, "I mean I want you too. So I'll flip you for
who does who first. I'm not sixty-nining because I can't concentrate.
OK?"

I do not think I have EVER quite had a rush like that. Not ever. REALLY!

I won the coin toss, so I blew him first. And if I thought it felt huge
under my hand, that's nothing compared to how it felt inside my mouth.
Turns out it's just a tad over seven inches. About an inch more than
Tallis. And while I THOUGHT I'd mastered deep-throating, I hadn't. At
least not quite. Maybe I was rushing things, I don't know, but anyway,
the second time I came up short of my goal and started trying to gag, he
started trying to give me pointers, like I was a complete novice or
something.

He said, "You haven't done this very much, have you?"

I said, "Well, not one this big, no, but I DO know how to do it, all
right?"

"Yeah, well thanks for the compliment, but there's a trick to it, OK?
Take a big breath first and sort of move your tongue out of the way. It's
easier that way. And sort of take it so it's up against the roof of your
mouth." So if nothing else, I guessed I didn't need to worry about him
deciding not to return the favor.

Which I sure didn't.

It was a dark and stormy night. And I have always loved nights like that.
Unless I'm supposed to be playing in a tournament. But the thing is, if
it HADN'T been for it raining all day and all night and right on up till
late Sunday night, we would've checked out of that motel in Reading
before heading out to the course that morning. But since the forecast was
for rain right through the weekend, Adam had the foresight to pay for
another night. If nothing else, we'd be able to change into some dry
clothes before heading on to Harrisburg. Only we never went to Harrisburg
period, we just stayed in that room. Adam asked me, "So you want to even
bother? I don't know the wet shots, and I don't feel like learning them,
do you?"

I said, "I've already qualified, so I don't have to play. But you
HAVEN'T. So are you sure about this?" Which was very selfless of me I
think.

"We'll both get our South spots next week in Nashville" said Adam, "So
let's just stay here, OK?"

So from now on, there's no way I'll ever NOT like dark and stormy nights.
Want to know what was an even bigger rush than the initial one? Going to
sleep that night. Although actually it was just before that when he said,
"You know, we've got all the time in the world now, so why don't we just
go to sleep, OK?" That made me get more choked up and misty eyed than old
movies do sometimes. I felt safe. I felt loved. I felt like I was about
to burst almost. Which is close enough to that "ideal" for me.

And that would also be a great place to close I suppose, but I guess I
could throw in some postscript information, just for the hell of it, so I
will.

Adam's living with his father in Chicago now. Oh, and me too. His father
happens to be gay. But he has a partner and is very happy with the
arrangement. And I'm happy with my arrangement, so nobody is likely to be
hitting up on anybody else's partner. So there.

Before all this happened Adam wondered what would be the likely outcome
of my just TELLING my foster-parents I was gay.

I said they'd either throw me out on the street OR they might just decide
to ship my ass off to some Christian boot camp kind of place. Which
legally they could. So not wanting to take a chance on that "OR"
clause... here I am. I did write my folks a letter care of Aunt Esther in
which I told them I was gay and how I knew they couldn't ever accept
that, but I've never gotten an answer. So I don't worry about it too much
anymore.

Adam is in fact going to a community college right now. Until I reach
legal age I'm pretty much in no-man's land as far as being able to go to
school is concerned, but I'm not too worried about that either. Subjects
that depend on verbal ability I've pretty much got down anyway. Being a
geeky little bookworm has finally paid off, I guess. Stuff like math and
science, well, Adam helps me with that. He's good at it. He's REALLY into
computers, says that's where the money's going to be. And you know what?
I'm getting a couple of programming languages down pretty good now. I
like COBOL a lot. Adam said he's not too surprised, seeing as how COBOL
is a notoriously wordy language.. to which I said, "So?" But ANYway, soon
as I can take my High School Equivalency test and SATs, I will. I don't
think it'll be any problem.

And so we lived happily ever after, right? Well, I really don't know for
sure about the ever after part, but so far... yeah, we have. And that's
all I could ask for.



"Understanding Sex" came from a much longer story that just went on and
on and ON... but at 14 I had high hopes of it's becoming the next great
coming-of-age novel. But in the original story I often tended to be VERY
defensive. For the most part I edited all the defensive shit out. And
actually the original story for at least awhile had a lot less sex than
is contained in "Understanding Sex". Imagine that. Even LESS sex. Other
Nifty stories have almost wall-to-wall sex, I have ducks. But then the
other stories do NOT have ducks, so... well, whatever. I hope it wasn't
too bad.

Originally in my story things other than sex were discussed at great
length. Like for instance rock, religion and girls. But as I am a very
caring person, I decided not to include any of the above in Understanding
Sex. Rock because there was hardly any sex in that story at all.
Originally I was writing that part for Dr. Danko as well and so I was
being very circumspect, although in the end there seems to be a limit on
just how circumspect I can BE, so Dr. Danko never saw it. Religion wasn't
included because in the end it's kind of pointless. And girls were for
the most part not included because they're not SUPPOSED to be in a story
submitted to Gay-Young Friends.

But. In rearranging my original story and in leaving out some parts I
didn't feel belonged and in occasionally adding some additional sex
because after all, this story was being sent to Nifty, all at once I
discovered I'd pretty much reached the logical end of it. Since it ended
with Adam anyway, you see.

Not that I stopped writing at that point, oh no. Adam LIKED my stories
and as it turns out, he has a fairly perverse imagination, sooo...

While I could continue on with Understanding Sex, as I didn't really
start understanding it until I was doing it, I think my next contribution
to Young-Friends will be "Ingemar's Farm". Which was for Adam. Just one
short chapter. But really, he liked it. So I told you he had a perverse
imagination, didn't I? THEN I think I'll do "John's Plan". Which will be
about three chapters. And while I DO think there will be more sex in
these stories than in Understanding Sex, for the most part my overall
style of writing will probably remain the same. I don't think I'll ever
tire of jousting at windmills. It just makes life more interesting I
guess. And to me, GETTING there is at least as interesting as actually
DOING it. There are several other possible stories. And then there's the
possibility of what-if stories. That could involve Austin or Tallis or
even Kenny (briefly introduced in "Getting Kicked Out of the House" which
is in the Adult-Youth section.) I can think of a very good way THAT might
have worked out better for both of us.

And speaking of "Getting Kicked Out of the House", at some point I really
should get back to that story, because I'd sort of like to get out of Mr.
Tench's basement. I mean, TWELVE? Maybe some of those people ought to
suddenly remember that they have previous engagements elsewhere. Only
damn it all, they probably won't. But SOMEHOW I'm going to get me and
Alexi OUT of there so we can discuss some things before our next
adventure.

And finally (or ALMOST) I think I'm going to make some contributions to
Nifty's Incest department. Don't hold it against me, when I wrote these
stories I was still sexually confused, but they WERE fairly inventive.
And really, I think most of them were as good as I'm hoping my stories
about the great reel and the ducks were. And these stories need little
editing since at the time I wrote them there was no need to be defensive
about it, I was SUPPOSED to be interested in girls. So I can fire off an
installment of "My Long Lost Sister" then after a few days, return with
another installment of Getting Kicked Out or whatever. At least that's
how I hope it works out. (But right, had I been writing about my SISTER
back then I imagine I WOULD have been a bit defensive, even if my
HALF-sister bore an uncanny resemblance to Heidi, the girl of my dreams
in French class at Spring Creek.)

But I'm all over Heidi and her kind now, OK?

So in conclusion, I hope you enjoyed "Understanding Sex". And to those of
you who dropped lines of encouragement, thanks and I would love to hear
from you again. Did the story hold up, or did it poop out at the end? Did
it go on too long, or did I rush the ending? (Although I should remind
you that it's not REALLY over yet.) Any encounters that ended too soon?
I'm open to suggestions. Even in regard to that anonymous blond-headed
kid who accousted me in that smelly bathroom. Even with with him there
are ways it might have worked out better. Such as moving to another
location, for instance. Well, that's at least one thought. But ANYway,
thanks for reading my story.

jjjanicki@gmail.com