Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 02:19:57 EST
From: BeaverCleaver3@aol.com
Subject: Beaver Becomes A Man-1 (Revised)

DISCLAIMER: The characters depicted in this story are based on fictional
characters created by Joe Connelly and Bob Mosher. "Leave it to Beaver" is
a Kayro Production, copyrighted by Revue Studios. The events, feelings and
situations depicted in this story are wholly fictitious. This story is in
no way meant to imply that the actors who portrayed these characters, nor
the characters themselves were ever involved in any type of homosexual
activity. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
and unintentional.

If it is unethical or illegal for you to read this story, please choose
another story.

I welcome all comments and suggestions from the readers of this story. You
may email me at beavercleaver3@aol.com with your comments. For the time
being I will not be replying to any emails I receive. I hope you enjoy the
story.


Chapter One: Beaver's first taste of wood


13-year-old Theodore "Beaver" Cleaver and his friend, Gilbert Bates had
began skipping rocks at Friend's Lake in Mayfield about half an hour
ago. They wanted to see who could make the most skips on the water. Gilbert
was up to seven, and Beaver, six. It was Gilbert's turn to skip his
rock. He tossed it on the ground in boredom.

"What wrong Gilbert? It's your turn," said Beaver.

"Yeah, I know," said Gilbert, half whining. "I'm just sick of skipping
rocks is all."

Beaver swayed his foot gently over the sand, kicking up a small dust storm.

"What should we do now then?" Beaver asked.

"I don't know, Beave. Anything but sit around here all day."

"I know. Let's go play at my house. Wally has football practice until five
so we'll have the room all to ourselves." Beaver said.

"Okay, Beave." Said Gilbert as he began to dust his clothes off. The sand
had made their clothes really dusty.

After they were both dusted off they headed for Beaver's house. It was a
warm, sunny summer day so they walked slowly and enjoyed the fresh
air. When they finally arrived at Beaver's house, they found a note from
Mrs. Cleaver on the kitchen table. Beaver read the note to Gilbert.

"Dear Wally and Beaver, I went to visit Mrs. Rutherford. I should be home
around 5:30, be good, love, mom."

Beaver placed the note back on the table and he and Gilbert went upstairs
to the bedroom. As soon as Beaver closed the door, Gilbert asked,

"Hey, Beave?"

"Yeah, Gilbert?"

"Have you ever got an erection before?"

"Yeah, I think so," Beaver said. "Why?"

"Oh, I was just wonderin' is all. I get one sometimes and it feels kinda
funny. The other day I touched it when it was hard just to see what it felt
like." Gilbert said.

"Really? Neat. So, what did it feel like?" Beaver asked.

"It felt warm and really good at the same time."

"It felt good? How?"

"I dunno, it just did. I never felt that way before. It was neat, so I kept
touching it. I rubbed the underside and it felt so good I started to
breathe all funny and junk."

"Wow!" Beaver said. Then Beaver looked down at Gilbert's pants.

Gilbert noticed that Beaver was looking at his pants.

"Gee, Beave, whatcha starin' at?"

"Gilbert, look," Beaver said pointing at Gilbert's tented khaki's.

Gilbert knew what Beaver was talking about with out having to look.

"Hey, Gilbert?" Beaver asked.

"Yeah, Beave?"

"Can you show me what you do that makes it feel good?"

"Sure, Beave."

Gilbert reached down and unbuttoned his pants. Beaver watched with wide,
excited eyes. Gilbert then proceeded to unzip his pants. He dropped them to
his knees. Beaver gasped at the sight of Gilbert's dick as it begged to be
released from his briefs. Gilbert took the waistband of his underwear and
began pulling them down. When he had them part way down, the head of his
cock left his briefs and slapped up against his abs like a spring.

"WOW! Neat!" Beaver exclaimed.

Gilbert brought his briefs to rest at his ankles, on top of his
pants. Beaver just stared. `Gilbert was huge!' Beaver thought. He couldn't
believe the size of it. It was smooth and strong. It stood perfectly
straight and looked so good that Beaver began to drool. He wondered what it
would take for Gilbert to let him touch it and put it in his mouth.

"Ready, Beave?" Gilbert said.

Beaver was entranced by his friend's California Redwood.

"BEAVE!"

Beaver came to his senses.

"Yeah, Gilbert. Go ahead." He said, out of breath like he had just run a
mile. His heart was racing. He began to sweat. As Gilbert brought his hand
down on his shaft and began to run his finger up and down the underside,
Beaver noticed that inside his own pants was a beast far hungrier than
himself. Beaver took down his own pants and briefs. Gilbert stared, amazed
at the size of Beaver's wood. It was almost as large as Gilbert's cock.

"Gee, Beave! You're huge!" Gilbert said as he moaned from the sight of
Beaver's cock as well as the fact he was stroking his own wood.

Following Gilbert's lead, Beaver began to stroke his hard boy cock. It felt
so good. The two boys stood, masturbating while they looked at each other's
rods. Both were breathing heavily and moaning gently. They were in
heaven. Just then, Gilbert got an idea.

"Hey, Beave. Wanna play with mine and I'll play with yours?" Gilbert asked.

"Sure," said Beaver. "That would be neat!"

Gilbert let go off his cock. Beaver let go of his. Slowly, they both
reached for each other's throbbing hard cocks. They were nervous about
touching each other. Finally, Beaver made contact with Gilbert's shaft.

"OH, BEAVE!" Gilbert moaned loudly. "Yeah...oh yes! Keep going! Don't
stop! Oh yeah!" Gilbert moaned breathlessly. Finally, Gilbert's hand found
the rock hard head of Beaver's meat. He gently caressed his friend.

"HOLY FUCK!" Beaver yelled in ecstasy. "Oh Gilbert! OOHHHHHH! Yeah!
Ahhhh.....Mmmmmm..." Beaver moaned heavily.

They stroked each other for several minutes. Both boys moaned and groaned,
breathing hard the entire time. Beaver wanted Gilbert in his mouth so bad
it hurt. He decided to make his move. Without saying a single word, Beaver
took Gilbert's hand off his cock and dropped to his knees. Before Gilbert
knew what was going on, Beaver had Gilbert's throbbing head between his
lips.

Gilbert moaned like he had never moaned before, and his knees almost gave
out on him. Beaver, with Gilbert deeper in his mouth, guided his friend
over to his bed where he sat him down. Beaver remained on his knees, taking
in more and more of Gilbert's hot flesh and swirling his tongue around the
shaft. Gilbert lay on Beaver's bed and jolted his hips in reflex, every few
tongue laps. Beaver's tongue was magic.

"Oh, Beave! I can't believe this...feels...so...good!
Ahhhhh.....yeah, oh, Beave!"

Beaver moved his lips slowly up the shaft until the head was almost
completely out of his mouth. Then, with his tongue on the vein of Gilbert's
throbbing, red cock, he violently shoved every inch of Gilbert inside of
him. Gilbert screamed with pleasure as Beaver's lips smashed into his man
bush. Beaver raced up and down Gilbert's shaft like there was no
tomorrow. Harder and faster he went. This drove Gilbert absolutely mad! He
thrashed left and right, grabbing Beaver's head and shoving it down on his
hot hard throbbing cock while he moaned and screamed in breathless
pre-orgasmic bliss.

Beaver loved making love to Gilbert's cock. He swallowed every shot of
pre-cum Gilbert shot inside of him. All of a sudden, Gilbert's muscles
tensed. He froze for a split second, unable to move as Beaver felt several
hot blasts of creamy cum engorging his mouth and dripping down his throat.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!" Gilbert screamed. He was so loud that Beaver
wondered if the neighbors had heard him across the street.

Beaver swallowed every drop of Gilbert without hesitation. He absolutely
loved the taste of Gilbert's hot sweet boy jizz, and wished he had shot
more.

Gilbert lay on the bed in a huge pool of sweat, trying to catch his
breath. He almost began to hyperventilate, he was so exhausted. When he
finally caught his breath about ten minutes later, he said,

"I don't know what the fuck you did to me or where you learned how to do
that, but we are definitely doing this again!"

Beaver smiled proudly.

"Do you wanna do me now, Gilbert?"

"Oh, Beave. I would, but you wore me the fuck out. I don't even know if I
can walk home now, or even stand up." Gilbert said.

"That's okay, Gilbert. You should rest. You can owe me, okay?"

"Sure, Beave." Gilbert said.

"I'll go get you some cold water and a cold, wet washcloth. Be right back."
Beaver said.

"Okay, Beave. Please hurry, I'm burning up here."


Let me know what you all thought of Chapter One and feel free to email me
any comments or suggestions you may have. Once again, my email address is
thepainter09@aol.com

Peace out,

Reece