Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 04:52:02 EDT
From: Jediplight@aol.com
Subject: The Education of Joshua, Part 9

THE EDUCATION OF JOSHUA
Part 9

This story contains fictional graphic descriptions of man/boy love, and as
such may be governed by your local laws, statutes, or mandates.
Additionally, if you are under 18 or if reading such material is not your
intention, you shouldn't be reading this, either.  Other than that, have at
it!


I could hear the ruckus from my house.  Josh was in his bedroom (shared by
his other two brothers) and was being yelled at by his dad for something or
other.  I didn't ever really get in the middle of those, it was that type
of thing that fathers and sons have to work out on their own.  I could hear
Josh crying after it was all over.  My heart went out to him, but again, it
was his relationship with his dad that he had to learn to manage.

I was out a couple days later doing my usual lawn watering, and Josh
sauntered over.  I could tell he wasn't his usual chipper self, but he
still tried to make the ole Joshy smile and eye twinkles.  We made light
conversation, and he asked if he could come over later and watch a movie.
I said sure, what movie did he have in mind?  He shrugged and said he
didn't know, so I suggested the new Star Wars Episode 1.  He brightened on
that one, saying sure, that sounded great.

It was just then that his dad came out onto their porch and yelled at Josh,
telling him to get his faggoty ass back inside and empty the trash like
he'd been asked to do.  Josh immediately went inside, and when he left I
inadvertently shook my head and went back to watering.

His dad came over to me, and confronted me.

"You got something to say?  You got something to say about how I run my
kid?"

I held up my hand palm outward toward him, and said, "Hey, bud.  This is
me, Michael.  You guys are both my friends, and I hate to see you guys at
war."

"Yeah?!  Well, do you know what he did?" he exclaimed.

"No, I don't.  But I know for a fact that you are a good guy, and that name
calling will most certainly NOT solve the situation or put you guys in
better communication.  That's all."

There.  I had said it.

Unfortunately, all it did is succeed in infuriating him even further, at
least at the moment.

Josh had come back out after doing his chores and approached the adults
arguing very slowly.

"Well," his dad continued, yelling, "Ok.  You are right.  I probably
SHOULDN'T be yelling.  And I probably SHOULDN'T be name calling.  But I am
really fucking pissed and I didn't know what else to do.  Sorry," and he
walked off.  "And YOU.  Did you empty the trash?"

"Yes," Josh said meekly.

"Good!  Then stay out of my way for the rest of the day and let me cool
off!" and with that his dad went back inside.

Josh went to my porch and sat down and began bawling, his hands over his
eyes, his legs pulled up, his body shaking.  I let him roll through it
pretty much, and when he had slowed down a bit, wiped his eyes, stopped
breathing in hitched breaths, I talked to him a bit.

"If you want to use my bathroom to wash up a bit and get straightened out a
bit, go ahead bud."

He sobbed a bit more, and got up and went inside.  I finished watering the
lawn and decided that washing the truck could wait.  After rolling up the
hose and stamping the loose grass off my shoes, I went inside.

Joshy was sitting on the couch, watching the t.v. that he hadn't turned on
yet.  Oh, this was bad, really bad.  At least he looked a little better
after washing up, but I had a feeling that wasn't gonna last very long.

I rang up his house and spoke to his mom, and offered to have all the boys
over for dinner and a movie, sorta to get all of them out of the house for
a while.  She said that the oldest boy was already over at a friend's
house, and Chris was taking a nap, and to go ahead and feed Josh if I
wanted and send him home after the movie.

I went out to the living room and sat next to Josh, putting my feet up onto
the coffee table like he was, and laying back to a nearly prone position.

"Mom said that Bruce is out at a friend's and Chris is snoozing, and for
you to go ahead and have dinner here and a movie," I said.

"Ok," he said lifelessly.

I let us sit there for a bit like that, neither of us moving or saying
anything more, until I could stand it no more.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Joshy instantly started bawling, hands up over his face again.  He rolled
over toward me and put his farthest arm over me.  I pulled him up over on
top of me, hugging him around his back.  He put his arms around me and sank
his face into my chest, and the sobs worsened.  They were the sobs of
someone deeply troubled, deeply embroiled in their own personal nightmare.
That deep, throaty cry that almost reminds you of a diesel tractor trying
to turn over fast enough to start.

"Gosh, babe.  Sorry," I said.

He shook his head no, and I knew he was trying to tell me it wasn't my
fault.  He slowed down a little, and I said, "Come on Joshy.  I know it
might be hard, but I want you to tell me what happened, from the start.
OK?"  He shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on, I promise it will help, at least a little," I coaxed, "tell me
what happened."

It was a long pause, but he finally nodded his head yes.

He sat up, straddling me, and wiped his eyes.

"Well, this guy at school was teasing me.  He was in my gym class, and he
started telling everyone I had a small dick.  We got in an argument, and
the coach told us to quit it, and grow up, so we quit then and class was
over.  Then, I went to the bathroom after gym class and this guy followed
me into the bathroom with two of his friends, saying that I had a small
dick.  I said I do not, you do.  And we said that back and forth a couple
of times, and then he dared me to show.  And I dared him back.  And so we
both showed.  And then he started saying I had a skinny dick, and I said
thicker than yours.  And he said ok, let me see, and he measured with his
fingers apart and then held it up in the air.  And when I went to do the
same thing, the coach walked in and caught me touching his dick."

Well, it sounded to me like a normal sort of early teens thing.  Penis
size.  Daring.  And on telling the story, Josh wasn't visibly upset by
telling it.

"Well, that sounds pretty harmless to me.  I guess the coach had a cow, and
reported the incident as he saw it, which placed you as the offending
party?" I guessed.

He nodded his head, still not all that upset.

"So then what happened?" I asked.

Josh collapsed onto my chest again, racking sobs just about the worst I'd
ever seen in him.

"What, Josh, what?  What happened then?"

He sat back up, determined to tell the story.

"Then my dad came to the school and went in and talked to the coach and the
principal and I sat in the outside office.  And my dad started yelling,
"Fucking faggot!  My son Josh is a fucking faggot!"  And it was loud enough
that everyone within 4 buildings heard him yell it."

I thought about it for a second.

"Well, did you ever get a chance to tell your dad exactly what happened as
you told me?"

He nodded, "Yeah.  And when I got to the part where I said I touched his,
he started yelling again that I was a fucking faggot," and although he
didn't nose dive as badly, tears streamed down my boy's face again.

I sat up and kissed him on the forehead, and pressed the side of my face
against his teary cheek.

"It's not even WHAT he said, so much as how he said it," Josh confided.
"He is talking about me like I am some booger or snot or dog poop on the
lawn, and then doesn't want to have anything to do with me," and he sniffed
and cried a little more.

"Joshy, adults can be just as confused as kids are sometimes, for real.
And sometimes when it comes to sex or sex-stuff, people can be confused for
a whole lifetime.  Some people can allow others to be or believe what that
person wants to believe, and others have a difficult time with it.  I don't
know that there is any better explanation than that for it.  But I am sorry
you had such a bad time with this."

He was actually pretty well-adjusted for a teen grappling with gay or not,
family respon-sibilities, school, and the dozen other things that kids have
to contend with while trying to grow up.

"Michael, why can't people be more like you?" he asked, sincerely,

"Well, I don't know that everyone would share your opinion on that one," I
answered honestly.

"Michael, you've taught me that there are guys out there that will use my
being cute to get me, sexually, financially, and otherwise.  And that there
are guys who will be jealous of me.  Or hate me if I am gay, and some that
will accept me.  You helped me look at how people see me, how I can see
them, and to watch for certain things."

"My god, I can't have possibly taught you all of those things.  I don't
know all those things!"

He punched me in the chest lightly.  "Yes you did, you know you did."

I smiled.

"I know that being gay and having sex isn't everything.  There are lots of
things that are fun, cool to do, and make me happy.  Hundreds of things.
So why can one thing out of hundreds ruin how someone sees us, Michael?"

I paused, and pulled my boy down to my chest for a long hug, and a deep
breath on my part.

"Joshy, not everyone has the same value on things.  Different things in
their life take on importances, great or small.  If some girl is raped and
left for dead, I can assure you that trust and sex are a big issue in her
life, maybe forever.  A boy that is beaten by his father and made to work
long hours on a ranch may never like the outdoors, or like authority, or
want kids.  Or maybe he will, to try to do the job right.  It just all
depends on the person, and each one of us is different in lots of ways."

"But, also, people can be alike in lots of ways," Josh argued.

"Yup, totally true.  Which means that at any one time, either one of those
scenario's could be true."

"Can people change?" he asked.

"Sometimes," I replied.  "Sometimes a little thing will keep a person all
tied up, and maybe later they walk right over it and it doesn't give them
any problem anymore.  Or maybe a large problem presses them down for a
lifetime, but finally they go I've Had Enough and they beat the problem.
But maybe they don't for their whole life and it kills them.  Totally
invdividual.  And there isn't really any 'fault' that you can give to it.
Sometimes, it is just the way it is."

"Wow," Josh said, staring out a bit.

"I am gonna go home for a second, I'll be right back, OK?" Josh asked.

"Sure, babe, no problem.  Whatcha gonna do?"

"Just check on something," he said, and he got up and went out the front
door smiling better already.

I gave it about 2 minutes, and got up and started the hot water in the
shower, and laid out two towels.  I made one quick phone call, and resumed
my position on the couch.  Less than a minute later Josh came back in, and
I was on the couch seemingly unmoved from when he'd left.

He sat down facing me, straddling my body again, this time a bit more
attentive as to exactly WHERE he sat.

"I asked mom if Chris was gonna come over to watch the movie, and Chris
said no, he was still tired and wanted to go to bed early.  Mom asked if
we'd eaten yet, and I said no, not yet, but that afterwards we were still
gonna watch a movie."

"And?" I inquired.

"Well, she said if the movie got over too late to go ahead and sleep on the
couch here because she was going to bed early for going to work in the
morning."  He grinned.

I grinned back.

"Hey, what's that sound?

"Oh, that's the hot water in the shower waiting for you and I," I smiled.

"Aw!  You!" and he fake-punched me twice in the chest.

"How'd you know?" he asked.

"MMMmmm, it was the next logical action," I said.

"Cool!  You are SO right!  But, right after that I gotta eat, I am
starved," Josh pleaded.

"Me too," I added quickly, "that's why I called the pizza delivery guy,
he'll be here in 30 minutes."

"Michael, are you an alien?" Josh asked seriously.

"Darned right, and my next task is taking sperm samples orally from a
certain Earth Boy."

We both laughed, and were off to the shower.  He scrubbed my entire body
first, and it was like going to heaven.  I did his whole body, and he
nearly passed out.  The soapy water and sponge were like, well, from
another planet!  It was great erotic fun, with both of us NOT touching each
others dicks, but trying as hard as we could to make the other guy get
hard.  What fun!!!

Pizza was great, movie was spectacular, despite having seen it 5-10 times,
and Josh pushed the off button on the remote, slowly turning his head
toward me.

"Josh, can I say something?"

"Uh huh."

"You are SO cute to me, and such a nice personality for me, that sometimes
you almost make me squirt in my pants."

He just smiled.

"Well, no need to get you off like that.  I can maybe think of at least one
better way...."

We both giggled a bit, and then sat there without saying much.

He turn the lamp off, and sat there for a moment in the dark before
speaking.

"Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I try that kissing thing again on you?"

"Oh heck yeah!" I exclaimed.

Josh laid one on me that was pretty impressive, grinding his groin into my
leg while he kissed.  I sprung to attention, uh, at least part of me did.
Josh found THAT part instantly with his free hand, and massaged and kneaded
me through my shorts, while kissing and grinding into me.

"Oh My GOD, Joshy!" I managed.

"What?" he asked, semi-concerned, wry smile and all.

He went back to work on me, and I was beginning to buck up off the couch.
My God this kid was doing things to me that no one had done this well EVER
before!  Period!

Joshy tongued me some, and slid down a bit and kissed my neck, chest
muscles, and then sucked slightly on each nipple.  I was going out of my
mind with sensation.  I had to do something!

I immediately pulled him up slightly, and ground my hard manhood into his
fully aroused boyhood.  He groaned.  All of this play was making him hot
too!  Good!  I fondled his boy balls, cupped his butt cheeks in my hands,
and kissed him as passionately as he had me.  I also kissed his neck, slid
down to his chest, and suckled his nipples amply.  He was writhing.

I moved his body more fully onto the couch, and flipped 180-degrees to a
"69" position.  We couldn't have sucked each other for any more than a
minute when we both exploded into each others eager mouths.

Joshy vibrated and shook long after the cum and squirted, and he panted,
"Michael, PLEASE make me cum again, it wasn't enough.  I have got to cum
more....." and so I went down on him again, and him me.  I could hardly
stand it!  And it wasn't more than 10 minutes later (it was probably more
like 3-4 minutes!) and we both again simultaneously creamed and swallowed.

I certainly could not go again, but I decided to take my boy for one more
ride before he could speak or breathe.  I popped around back to upright to
his body position, and took his still hard dripping boyhood in my mouth,
and went up and down as fast as I could.

"Oh Michael!  Oh No!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!!!!!!  YESSSSSSSS!!!!!" and with that he
came again immediately, nearly whimpering.

"That," he mouthed breathlessly, "was cheating."

"Seemed perfectly fair to me," I giggled.

He giggled too, and hugged me in a way that only your Young Friend can do,
meaning it in the way that only he can.

He got kinda serious for a moment again, and I could tell we were gonna
have a little chat.  I led us into the bedroom, and placed us in bed and
pulled the covers us nice and cozy under our chins.

"Michael?  Thanks a lot, for everything."  He paused, and nearly got
teary-eyed again.  "I mean it, Michael.  I am always needing this or
needing that, and you are always helping me.  Or cheering me up.  Or making
me feel like a real person.  Or making me feel my body like I don't think
anyone else can.  I know I don't do much in return for you, so I want you
to know how much I really like all the stuff that you do."

Now it was my turn to be nearly teary-eyed.  "Oh, Josh."  I hugged him
tighter.  "You know how it is you feel to me?  How nice you say I make you
feel, how much you feel more whole and more complete?"

He nodded.

"Well, you make me feel the same way.  It feels so good I can't imagine
that anyone else on the whole world feels this good.  I am so happy that
you feel that way, it makes what I feel all the more special."

"Holy cow, Michael.  How can it happen that we both feel that way?  That's
incredible."

"Yup, you got my vote on that one!" I said.

Josh smiled and pressed his cheek against my chest, and I kissed the top of
his head.

"I'm glad you're a boylover," he said.

"That's good, I'm glad you're a boy," I responded silly-like.

"Correction, Michael, I'm not just A boy, I am YOUR boy."

"Whoa." I said.

He smiled again and put his head back down on my chest.

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