Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2000 16:41:08 EDT
From: CoachDad4yngr@aol.com
Subject: Evolution of a Friendship

If you are under the age of 18 you should not be looking at these stories.
If you do happen to proceed down the page by accident I can't do a thing
about it.  Consider yourself forewarned.  So there.

This is the usual disclaimer that if you're going to get all bent out of
shape reading about an adult male and teen male together, then doesn't
bother reading any further.  Move on with your life and allow me to move on
with mine.  Thanks for your expected cooperation.

NOTE: Normally all these tales I write about are true.  I hope this
fictional tale will bring you some pleasure.  Parts of the beginning are
true but where the fiction begins is up to you to decide.  You can check
out some of my true life stories under "A Rich Tale" and "Memories of Years
Past".  - Coach

Evolution of a Friendship

     It started out simple enough.  Tracy had some questions.  He had read
my stories and became very curious about adult males and teenage males
being together.  Tracy, who is 17, explained his interest because of his
mutual JO sessions with his father, brother and best friend, yet they never
did it together as a group.  He explained that his father had been a good
athlete and was still in very good shape.  Tracy is a good athlete as well
and prided himself on his physical appearance and hoped to remain in as
good a shape as his dad as he got older.  During their JO action, Tracy was
very turned on watching his dad.  They would look at pictures and read
stories together on different Internet sites.  That's why, after reading my
story about a previous relationship with a teenager many years earlier, he
wanted to get my advice about how to approach and deal with an adult male
and even some fantasies about his dad.

     As I read his e-mail, several questions came to mind.  I thought at
first he may have been tugging my chain and just wanted some good JO
material from my response.  So I sent him a list of questions of where he
wanted this to go with his dad and what their backgrounds were in sexual
experiences.  I was sincerely interested in assisting him, but I wanted to
make sure he was on the up and up with me.  It became very apparent from
his second e-mail that he was totally serious.

     Each day passed and the e-mails between us became nearly daily.  He
explained a lot of his fantasies, his dreams, his hopes and deep inner
feelings.  In exchange I became so comfortable talking to him that I found
myself sharing personal information and history about myself that only a
handful of people know about me.  We grew to really like each other and
feel comfortable sharing these deep-seated thoughts.  Many times Tracy
would tell me how it seemed so strange being able to tell an adult about
what he was thinking and feeling, yet we had developed a deep trust in one
another to allow us to share such things.

     Even at 17, Tracy had no doubts about being gay and he had so many
questions of what it was like.  We discussed the difference between love
and lust, the uncertainty of relationships among gay males and he would
often tell me of his daily activities including his fun times with his
father, brother and friend.  Those descriptions of personal experiences
were only occasional as our e-mails went much deeper than that, as you can
probably tell.  This was a sweet young man who wanted and needed more
information about the gay world and had searched me out for that help.

     As the weeks passed our friendship grew, as well as it could from just
sharing e-mails.  We genuinely liked each other and at times we shared that
we had deeper feelings than that at times.  I was so curious about him and
would have loved to meet him, to sit down and talk to him face to face
about so many of the subjects we touched on in our anonymous exchanges.  It
had reached the point where I longed for his daily trades of information
and he became one of the few people I truly wanted to send letters to on a
regular basis.  The important thing was that we had learned to trust each
other, which in the silent, anonymous world of the Internet, is quite a
feat.

     A couple of times I had suggested we talk on the phone, but because he
had never met anyone from over the Internet before, he was reluctant.  It
was entirely up to him.  I had no need or intense desire to actually meet
if he didn't feel the need.  He had become such a fascinating person in
such a short period of time.  Our caring had grown almost daily and I
figured that when he was ready he would let me know.

     The weeks passed as our contact continued ritualistically.  Tracy
shared his ups and downs living as a growing teenager who just happened to
be gay.  He loved receiving the advice based on my experiences and he was
able to relate to so many things I had gone through as he was going through
some of it presently.  He was always searching for more.  He'd ask personal
questions and ask my advice on so many different topics.  Oh sure, there
were a handful of times when he'd write about his fantasies regarding me.
They were just brief descriptions of his caring for me and having me
comfort him when he was feeling sad and lonely at night.  Or even, if he
were older and on his own, expressing his desire to try a relationship with
me.  I felt at times like we were actually with each other, with me taking
the mentor role and just being a friend to him.

     One day I opened an e-mail from him and received what turned out to be
quite a shock to me.  He came right out and said he had grown to like me so
much and had a sincere interest in meeting, but wanted to chat on the phone
first.  I was so excited to finally be able to hear the voice to go along
with the words I had read for such a long time.  I wasn't disappointed as
we chatted live for the first time and his voice reflected the gentleness
and sincerity that I'd come to know through our letters.  He then
reiterated in our talk that he'd really like to meet me and we came up with
a day that was beneficial to both of us.  I was so excited to be meet him
for the first time.  I actually felt those butterflies churning my stomach,
which I hadn't felt for a very long time when going to meet someone.  Even
my palms started to become a bit sweaty from the thought of being able to
just talk to him in person.

     The days passed agonizingly slow as the time approached.  The morning
I was leaving to visit him seemed to be moving in slow motion.  I wasn't
sure I'd be able to stand the hour plus drive to the town he lives in.  We
had planned to meet at a local establishment and spend the afternoon
together.  We didn't make any definite plans as far as where we would go or
do, but the important thing was that we'd be able to spend time together
and talk about so many things.  As I pulled into the parking lot where we
had planned our rendezvous, I was looking around anxiously and nervously.
I spotted a lone, lean figure right where Tracy had told me he'd meet me.

      I drove up near him and glanced out and he recognized my vehicle from
my description.  I knew he'd probably be nervous, but he was able to
acknowledge me with a slight nod of his head.  That confirmed to me that it
was actually he and I pulled into a parking spot and was nearly bounding
out to greet him.  He came over toward me, somewhat hesitantly, and then a
slight smile broke out on that handsome young man with the blond hair.  He
definitely had that swimmers build he had described himself as having.  I
was quite taken by his young, yet nearly adult features.  He was going to
make someone very happy.

     I was somewhat nervous as I extended my hand to shake his and gave him
a welcoming smile.  It seemed to relax him a bit as he returned the smile,
which just accentuated his sweet face.  He was all I had imagined and much
more.  I had gotten to know the Tracy inside of him and the outside was
just as impressive.  His soft lips were quite sensual in appearance and his
handshake was firm but so friendly.  There was a chemistry between us that
is so difficult to explain.  It took only a couple of minutes for both of
us to relax in each other's presence and we began to talk freely.  We
decided to get some lunch and just chat for a while.

     We went to a local mall and purchased some food and sat in the food
court, fairly isolated from possible prying ears.  We started out talking
about some of the things that had been happening in his life and slowly we
got around to discussing the personal aspects of the issues we had
discussed at length in our letters.  Once we began to talk about those
things, I suggested we go somewhere even more private.

     Tracy said there was a local park where we could be by no one and
ourselves would bother us.  It took just a few minutes to arrive and we
parked and were able to find a secluded picnic area where we made ourselves
comfortable.  The initial nervousness on both of our parts was completely
gone as we began to delve in depth into the issues we discussed so much
through our letters.  The thing I began to notice was how often we would
look at each other.  Not in the normal fashion of making eye contact
because we were talking, but in a way as to say we felt something for each
other.  That feeling was something so deep.  It's something I'm sure you
understand, that feeling of knowing someone so well and caring immensely
for that person.

     Our eyes met once again as they had several times during this brief
time together, but suddenly, that different sense seemed to be taking over.
Our gazes locked on to each other and it seemed they couldn't let go.
Outside I suppose I appeared mostly stoic, or at least trying to, but
inside was another story.  My mind was spinning and I felt strangely drawn
to Tracy.  That chemistry had taken over and had moved on to another level.
Our conversation became a bit sporadic and I finally broke the tension by
asking Tracy if he wanted to walk while we talked.  He responded that he'd
like that.

     The sun was on the verge of setting and the temperature was very
comfortable. This was such a romantic setting as that golden globe was
quickly beginning to disappear behind the trees.  As we intermingled with
the natural setting surrounding us I noticed we had picked up where we had
left off.  Our occasional glances resumed and finally I sat down on a soft
patch of grass hidden among the trees.  Tracy sat down right beside me as
our bodies very lightly brushed against each other.

     We turned our talk to some of the more emotional situations we had
mentioned to each other before.  Both of us seemed to caught up in it and
we were on the verge of openly showing our emotions.  A couple of times I
was on the brink of tears, as I would have to stop talking or listening and
catch myself.  Finally, Tracy was discussing someone very close to him and
he couldn't hold back any longer.  I could see the emotions welling up
inside of him and his eyes became misty.  I could only think of one thing
to do.

     I lifted my arm and placed it around his shoulder and he eagerly
leaned against my shoulder and began to release those pent up feelings.  He
placed his arm around my back and I cradled his head against me.  He angled
his head so his face was toward mine.  I lightly stroked his head and he
spoke for the first time about us specifically.  He talked about how much
he had dreamed about being held by a man.  He had a close friend which he
had shared that with, but he also had an attraction to older men and wanted
to know what it was like to feel safe in the arms an experienced male.

     I continued to hold him and as he place his hand on my chest and
softly moved his fingers back and forth.  I reciprocated by placing my free
hand upon his arm and gently ran it up and down his forearm.  We both
seemed very content with this exactly as it was and neither of us was
anxious to break that magical spell.  It felt like we had disappeared into
our own silent world.  I have no idea how long we sat there just holding
and touching each other.  We knew nothing else was necessary to make us
happy.

      Several times my eyes moved downward toward his face and took in that
youthful innocence and beauty.  Finally, I leaned my head forward and
placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.  Tracy looked up at me, smiled and
reached up and kissed me on the cheek.  We had developed a friendship,
which had grown so rapidly over such a short period of time.  Yet, Tracy
and I also knew that, if nothing else, our friendship was going to endure
for a very long time.

Let me how you felt about this story.  If I receive enough positive
comments, I will write more of this story.  Feel free to send your comments
to Coachdad4yngr@aol.com.