Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2017 20:17:04 +0100 (CET)
From: smashing@tutanota.com
Subject: Do you like boys Chapter 7

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Tuesday Kyle showed up after school with Bernie, something that was
becoming common place. Today, though, the boys seemed more subdued than
usual and I wondered if something might be wrong but decided to let them
tell me about it if they wanted me to be part of whatever was going on.
They headed to the table and began their homework while I took a place on
the sofa and continued reading a book I had started. I had been reading for
about fifteen minutes when the raised voices caught my attention.

"Because I'm not a faggot like you," I heard Bernie say.

"I'm not a faggot! Besides you do it too."

"But you like it just like Larry does."

Kyle lunged from his chair and hit Bernie's mouth with a closed fist. "I'm
not like Larry," he shouted.

By this time I had dropped my book and was in the dining room grabbing each
boy by an arm, separating them. "There will be no fighting in my house," I
told them forcefully. "Now just what the hell is going on?" Both boys
stopped struggling and were quiet. "Well?"

Finally Kyle spoke up. "He told Tommy I was a faggot."

"Why did you do that?" I asked Bernie.

"Because it's the truth. He is a faggot."

"But Bernie, you had sex with Kyle and you enjoyed it as much as he did.
Wouldn't that make you a faggot too?"

"Well, I don't like it anymore so I'm not a faggot. I'm not like Larry."

"Bernie, NOBODY thinks you're like Larry. I think we need to have a talk
about this. Homework can wait for a while."

I led them to the living room and sat with them on the sofa, one on each
side of me, just in case. "First of all, we aren't going to talk about
faggots and no one is going to say things to hurt others. We are going to
talk about being gay and other things that are related. Agreed?"

Reluctantly they agreed. "You both have had gay sex with each other and
with me and at the time you both enjoyed it. Right?" Again there was
reluctant agreement.

"So, are you gay?" Bernie asked me a little belligerently.

I wasn't expecting that but answered as honestly as I could. "No, I'm not
gay. If I was gay there would be an old guy like me sleeping in my bed at
nights and that is not going to happen."

Kyle responded not unkindly, "You're a pedophile, right?"

"Yes, but that has become an ugly word like faggot. If you are gong to call
me something I would prefer to be called a boy lover. But we aren't talking
about me right now. We're talking about two best friends who are having a
problem with sexuality aren't we?"

Kyle responded, "Yeah," and Bernie said, "I guess."

"How long have you two been friends?"

They agreed they had been friends since first grade.

"So, you've been best friends for about half your lives. I bet you've done
some really cool things together."

"Yeah," Kyle said. "Like the time we made a raft and it came apart out on
the lake."

"Mom and Dad nearly killed me for that," Bernie supplied, giggling.

"Mom grounded me for a week that time."

"Remember when we were going to run away and stay with your cousin in
California?"

"Yep. It's a good thing we didn't 'cus he moved to Texas."

I brought them back to the problem at hand. "And Bernie, you're willing to
throw all that way because you decided you're not gay but Kyle is?"

"But I don't wanna be gay. I'm NOT gay."

"I don't think any one has said you're gay. You tried out sex with Kyle and
myself and apparently you decided that it's not what you want in life.
That's fine and it doesn't mean you're gay. When you get older you are
going to try out a lot of different jobs to see what you like doing. Just
because you work a summer on a construction site doesn't mean you're a
carpenter or anything. It's just something you tried. Sex is the same
way. Most kids around your age try out some kind of gay sex and most decide
that while it was nice, they aren't gay. Then they go on to date girls,
eventually get married and have kids of their own. You're no different.
It's up to you how to live your life. Does that make sense Bernie?"

"So I'm not like Larry even if I liked doing Kyle?"

"No, Bernie. You are nothing like Larry. I don't even think Larry is gay. I
think he just likes hurting people and sex is one way he can hurt them,
especially a kid like you. You were worried about hurting Kyle and I think
you would have felt badly if you had hurt him. I have never seen you enjoy
hurting someone. So again, you're nothing like Larry."

Bernie didn't say anything but had a smile on his face along with a look of
relief.

"If you don't want to be gay I will respect that. And Kyle will respect it
too."

"Huh?" Kyle had forgotten he was a part of this conversation.

"Your friend has made it clear he doesn't want to be gay. If you want to be
a real friend to him you need to accept his decision and not bug him to
have sex. He doesn't want to have sex with you. Can you accept that and not
try to talk him into having sex?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Bernie, do you think you can do the same for your friend? Kyle, as far as
I know, has never said he was gay so he is probably still not ready to make
a decision. Can you give him time to figure out his sexuality and not give
him a hard time about it or tell other kids so Kyle will do something
different?"

"Yeah, I can do that. After all, we are best friends."

"Now then, do either of you have anything else to add to this
conversation?"

"No. I'm sorry I told Tommy you were a faggot."

Kyle remained quiet and pensive. "Kyle?" I prompted.

"Well," he began slowly. "I think maybe I am gay. I mean I really like what
we do and I don't want to do stuff like that with girls. I guess that means
I'm gay, doesn't it?"

"It certainly means you could be gay. You're still young though and haven't
been having sex all that long. If you feel the same way in a year then I
would say you're gay. Bernie, can you live with that?"

"Yes. As long as he doesn't tell anyone I'm gay."

Kyle giggled. "Don't worry I won't."

"You two had better get your butts over to the table and get to work if you
are going to finish your homework before Bernie has to leave." They headed
to the table. Their homework was done quickly and they opted to watch TV
for the remaining time Bernie would be there. I was in the kitchen
refilling my soda and Kyle was the first to the sofa, claiming the prime
spot. Bernie sat next to him, pushing him over a bit.

Kyle pushed back at Bernie. "Move your butt over, faggot."

Bernie pushed Kyle. "You move your butt, faggot."

"No, you move."

"You move."

The pushing quickly escalated into a wrestling match with the boys rolling
around on the floor and plenty of name calling. The name calling was
without rancor and was, instead, the insults traded by friends. The
wrestling was not a real fight between the boys but an attempt to
re-establish the bond they once had. I quietly took the prime spot on the
sofa and left them to reconnect. I was sure that the two would drift apart
and in a year's time they would be no more than good acquaintances but they
would part as friends and not enemies.

When Bernie went home they were once again best friends. Kyle sat on the
sofa next to me and let out a big sigh. "You OK pal?" I asked, putting an
arm around him and giving him a hug.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Are you happy with the way things turned out with Bernie?"

"Well," Kyle thought a minute. "I am but I'm not."

"What is it you're happy about?"

"I'm happy that we're not mad at each other any more and we're friends
again."

"And what is it you're not happy about?"

"I liked all the sex stuff we did. I wish I could have fucked him and I
want him to do me again."

"Well, remember the good times but don't spent too much time and effort
regretting what can't be changed. You didn't get everything you wanted but
you got some of what you wanted and more important you got a friend back.
I'd say that's pretty good."

"I guess."

"You guess?" I gave his ribs a quick tickle.

He jumped a little and said, "Don't."

"You guess?" I repeated and tickled him again.

He jumped again this time with a giggle and said, with more emphasis,
"Don't."

"Or else what?" I tickled him again, this time longer.

He laughed this time, squirmed away from me and then with a growl jumped at
me. I fell back on the sofa and he aggressively continued his attack. When
he was done he was lying on top of me with my hands held over my head. He
looked at me seriously and said, "Since Bernie isn't going to fuck me that
means you have to."

"Oh, I HAVE to, do I?"

With a smug grin he replied, "Yes."

"Well, if I have to then I guess I have to." Smiling, he laid his head on
my shoulder again and was still.

After a couple minutes he raised his head up, looked at me very seriously
then gently kissed me on the lips. After the kiss his green eyes looked
nervous and unsure like he didn't know if he had gone too far and crossed a
line. Putting one hand behind his head, feeling the softness of his hair, I
gently pulled him to me, feeling the gentle sweetness of his breath on me
and returned the kiss. We kissed for some time before Kyle put his head
back on my shoulder and lay there, luxuriating in the closeness of our
bodies.

I slipped a hand under his shirt and rubbed his back. "I guess you'll be
wanting a blowjob now."

"No. This is good just like this." We laid like that, his young body
stretched out on mine with his head on my shoulder and my hand rubbing his
back, until Rose arrived to pick him up.

The next day a cold front came in. The snow started mid morning and
continued all day. My theory is that people who think the snow is beautiful
are the ones who can sit by the fireplace drinking a hot toddy and watch
the snow through an insulated picture window. Those of us who have to clear
sidewalks, driveways and then drive in the damn stuff don't think it's so
beautiful. During my lunch break I got my snow blower out of the garage and
cleared the sidewalk and driveway. It was still snowing but this way it
wouldn't get too deep and would be clear for Kyle when he got there.

Kyle was a little late arriving after school. I expected some delay,
remembering what it was like to be a boy his age and the first snowfall of
the year. I had them leave their boots on the mat by the front door and
they headed to the table to start their homework. It was nice to see them
friends again. I hoped there would not be another blowup between them and
they would remain friends.

As soon as homework was finished they asked to go out and make a snowman. I
agreed knowing that there would undoubtedly be a snowball fight and much of
the snow I had cleared off the walk would be returned and I would have to
clear it again. I watched them through the window wishing I had a fireplace
and a hot toddy. Sure enough, before the snowman was fully assembled Bernie
threw a snowball at Kyle and Kyle, of course, retaliated. It wasn't long
until they were rolling around in the snow, wrestling. I left the window to
heat some water for hot chocolate. They would be cold when they came back
inside.

After the water was hot I opened the door and called for them to come
inside. I went back to the kitchen to get the cocoa, cups, spoons, and
marshmallows ready. The boys hadn't come in. I went to the door and,
opening it, I saw Bernie standing in the middle of the walk with a
shit-eating grin. He turned around, pulled his pants down and mooned me.

"Bernie!" I yelled and stepped outside. As soon as I did I was hit in the
head with a load of snow that fell down into my shirt and down my back. I
howled and turned as I was shaking snow out of my shirt to see Kyle with a
shit-eating grin that was bigger than Bernie's.

"You little dastard," I shouted at him. He wasn't expecting me to attack
and I caught him easily. He hollered for Bernie to help him. Holding him
down I rubbed snow in his face and then, lifting his coat and shirt,
stuffed a big handful of snow into his underwear and rubbed it over his
dick and balls. He tried to dig the snow out but I held his hands so he
couldn't get into his pants. Bernie hit me from the side, knocking me over
into the snow. We horsed around in the snow a short while before I called
it quits.

"I'm not dressed for playing in the snow and you two have hot chocolate
waiting inside." They happily joined me inside.

They were sitting at the table each pushing a large marshmallow down into
the hot chocolate to make it to melt faster. Kyle was frowning.

"You shouldn't have called me a bastard."

"I didn't call you a bastard."  He was about to argue when I
continued. "The word was dastard with a "D" which is entirely different."

"So what's a dastard then?"

"That's a sneaky, underhanded scoundrel who throws snow on poor,
unsuspecting men." Kyle giggled. " You should look it up."

After Bernie went home Kyle was shivering. "I'm cold," he complained. I
noticed his pants and probably his underpants were wet from melted snow.

"Come on," I said. "Let's get those wet clothes off you and into the
dryer." In the laundry room I had him empty his pockets after he removed
them and his underwear. His balls had nearly pulled themselves into his
groin from the cold and his dick was quite a bit shorter than usual. He
looked very sexy dressed in nothing but his Minions tee shirt which left
his little bubble butt completely exposed and just covered his dick and
balls if he stood still. When he moved around they would peek out from
under the shirt then hide again like a turtle withdrawing into its shell.

After putting the wet clothes into the dryer I picked him up and threw him
over my shoulder. "Come on kid. Let's watch some TV while your clothes
dry." I tossed him gently onto the sofa and went to get a blue microfiber
blanket to wrap him in. When I returned he was sitting with his knees
pulled up to his chin and the tee shirt pulled down over his legs watching
a program. After loosely wrapping him in the blanket I sat next to him and
he snuggled up to me. I put an arm around him.

"I guess everything is good with Bernie?"

"Yeah, we're best friends. Just like before."

"And what about that boy that Bernie told you were a faggot. Any trouble
from him?"

"Tommy", Kyle supplied. "He's OK. He even hangs out with us on the
playground now."

"I'm glad things turned out good for you." I kissed the top of his head,
letting his hair tickle my nose as I smelled it. He turned his head up and
kissed my lips. I kissed back this time letting my tongue caress his
lips. He shifted so his body would be facing mine and he would be more
comfortable. We kissed some more and I gently pushed my tongue past his
lips and ran it over his perfect boy teeth. I slipped my hand inside the
blanket and rubbed up and down his side over his shirt. He relaxed and let
my tongue penetrate the cavity of his mouth and I ran my tongue over his
and his responded in kind.

He broke away, leaning against me, panting hard. "Are you alright?" I
asked.

"Yes," he replied. "That was fantastic."

I held him and shortly the panting subsided. He tilted his head up to mine
and kissed me again. This time his tongue snaked into my mouth and we
played, each with the other's tongue. Kyle was breathing hard again and my
hand slid down past his shirt to his bare hip then over to his throbbing
little cock which I began to stroke.

Kyle broke away again, panting. "Fuck me," he commanded between pants.

"I'm not sure you're ready yet," I said. "Maybe we should take a little
more time to get you ready."

"Oh, I'm ready. Fuck me."

"I meant your butthole might not be ready."

"I don't care. Do it."

"Well, we can certainly try. Come on into the bedroom."  He got up and
followed me, still wrapped in the blanket. I got the K-Y and told him, "Lay
down and I'll finger fuck you for a while to loosen it up." He looked
really hot lying on my bed, dressed only in a gray tee shirt with a Minion
looking at me. His ball sack was like a tight golf ball beneath his
throbbing boner and he had spread his legs for me anticipating my attention
to his needs.

I got some K-Y on my finger and, sliding my hand between his legs,
transfered it to the tight little rosebud of his butt. I rubbed it around a
little then applied gentle pressure. My finger slid in easily but as soon
as it penetrated, Kyle's sphincter clamped down on it. Kyle moaned and I
began fucking him with slow, shallow strokes until he relaxed and accepted
my finger with no resistance. Then I lengthened my strokes to the entire
length of my finger. I looked up at Kyle. His eyes were closed and he had a
smile of pure enjoyment above the Minion who was watching as I fingered
this half naked boy.

"That feels nice," said Kyle. I bent over and took his throbbing boner in
my mouth. Kyle moaned again. I began stroking his dick with my mouth,
matching the movement of my finger stroke for stroke. "Yesss," moaned
Kyle. I left his dick and began licking and sucking his balls. I didn't
want his muscles tightening up from an orgasm. After a while I went back
and sucked his little cock some more. I left his dick, got the K-Y and
applied some to a second finger. As I was rubbing his butthole with that
finger I kissed him. He returned the kiss, opening his mouth to receive my
tongue which I gladly inserted into his mouth. Kyle was moaning as I fucked
him with the second finger.

I pushed both fingers into his ass. Tensing up he cried "Ohh," which did
not seem to be entirely pleasure.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, not really. It's just... a lot."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"NO! I want you to fuck me."

I fucked him for a while with both fingers, first while kissing and then I
went down on him again and sucked his dick and balls, being careful not to
bring him to orgasm. When he relaxed and seemed to be taking my two fingers
easily I asked, "Are you ready to try the real thing?"

"Yes, do me."

I had him turn over and stand on his hands and knees at the edge of he bed
so I could stand behind him. Spreading a liberal amount of K-Y on my rock
hard cock I told him, "If it hurts or you want to stop for any reason, just
lean forward and lay down. That will get you away from it. Also, when you
feel me pushing it might help if you push back. Ready?" He indicated he
was.

I stepped up behind him and, with one hand on his back and the other
holding my cock, I rubbed against his asshole. Gradually I exerted more
pressure until his hole began to open for me. Kyle pushed back at me then
suddenly the head of my dick slipped into his butt.

"Ooww!" Kyle cried out but he didn't fall forward.

"Do you want me to take it out?"

"No," he said. "Just be careful."

"I'll try. Let me know if you want me to do something different." I began
gentle fucking motions, not moving in or out more than a fraction of an
inch. Kyle was feeling some pain, groaning with each movement I made. "Are
you sure you want me to do this today? We can wait and do it another time."

"No, do it. Push it in farther."

I obliged, increasing the depth of penetration a little more with each
stroke. Finally I was fully inside his butt, my pubis resting against his
butt. "It's all the way in now."

"I know. I can feel your hair on my butt."

"Do you want to rest before we do more?"

"No. Fuck me now."

I pulled back and Kyle responded with an "Oh!" I pushed in and Kyle
responded with a grunt that sounded a lot like "Ah!" I began slowly,
reveling in the warmth surrounding my cock and the tightness of his asshole
clamping down on me. As Kyle relaxed and became more comfortable with
fucking I increased the tempo of the rhythm. I watched my cock disappear
into that beautiful bubble butt, slapping with each stroke. I rubbed his
back, pushing the tee shirt half way up and feeling the muscles working as
I fucked him. He alternated hanging his head down and looking up. The
medley of sounds he was making was music to my ears. I came
quickly. Holding his hips I pulled him toward me and buried my cock as
deeply as I could while my cum splashed into him.

Gently, with a sigh, I pulled out of my lover boy. He fell forward onto the
bed with his arms splayed like he was exhausted. I laid down beside
him. "Are you OK?"

He looked at me with a shit-eating grin. "Yes. That was awesome. It hurt a
little at the beginning but then it didn't hurt at all." He snuggled up to
me and cuddled for a while.

Eventually I asked, "Are you ready for a blow job now?" He was quiet for a
long time. "Kyle? What's wrong?"

"Can't I fuck you?" he asked softly.

"Well," I considered. "I don't think you can."

"Oh." I could hear the hurt in his voice.

"Don't get me wrong. I'd like you to fuck me. I just don't think you can. I
think you will have to grow some before you fuck me." I touched his two
inch boner to emphasize what I was talking about.

Kyle brightened up. "Well I can try can't I?"

"Of course you can try," I answered, smiling.

"Turn onto your tummy," he instructed and I complied. He took the space
between my legs and laid down, putting his little boner between my ass
cheeks. He pushed hard, grunting but I could tell it wasn't in. Soon he
gave up.

"Stand on your knees and we'll try it the same way I did you." He stood on
his knees and I backed up to him on my hands and knees.

"You're too high," he complained. I spread my legs, lowering my ass until I
thought I was in the right position. "Go down a little more." I
complied. "There," he said.

He positioned his little cock and began pushing against me. I felt him
pressing against my asshole and it even penetrated a bit when he pushed
hard but it was not far enough to allow the movement for intercourse. Soon
he gave it up as a lost cause. "You were right. I have to grow first."

I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. We kissed, our tongues
dueling inside our mouths as I rubbed his back and his bubble
butt. Suddenly he stopped kissing, looked at me with an impish grin and
spoke. "I may not be big enough to fuck your butt but I can fuck your
dick." He was laying on my stomach with his legs between mine. Propping
himself up on his arms so he could see, he set his hard cock on top of my
much bigger one and began to hump. It was a wonder to watch. With each
stroke the head of his dick peeked out of the soft, pink sheath revealing
the purple head and then it disappeared again on the down stroke.

Kyle was really getting into this. I alternated between watching his little
cock slide up and down on mine and watching his beautiful face as he
watched to make sure his dick stayed on track. He had a look of very
serious concentration and he held his tongue between his lips so that just
the tip of it protruded from his mouth. The more excited he got the harder
it was to stick to the job he was doing and his boner kept slipping off
mine and he would have to stop to readjust his position.

When it was apparent he was losing the battle I said, "Let's try this." I
pulled him up so he was not quite sitting on my chest and I took his little
cock in my mouth. He wasn't sure what I wanted him to do so I held his hips
and began a fucking movement for him. He understood immediately and began
fucking my mouth on his own. Soon I lost what little control I had over him
and he fucked my mouth with wild abandon. He vocalized each thrust as his
cock stabbed past my lips into me and his pubis slapped against my face.
Soon he cried out in orgasmic joy, thrusting hard into my mouth and holding
his cock there as he spasmed against my tongue.

Sitting back on my chest he sighed and said, "That was really great." I
noticed some wetness on my chest and lifted him up.

"You're leaking my sperm," I said. "Let's get you cleaned up. Your mother
will be here soon anyway."