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Cole Parker

Josh, Evolving

by  Cole Parker

Chapter 17

          From Chapter 16 -        In a hesitant voice, Josh asked, “You said earlier that you’re horny a lot.  I am too.  If someone wants to do things like that, sex things, do you think that makes him gay?  And, do you want to do things with me?”

          Josh was watching Bryan when he asked this.  He was feeling much braver that he expected he’d be, talking like this, especially asking this question.  But he asked it, then watched Bryan, worried about his reaction.  His worry disappeared when he saw Bryan smile.

          “When I’m with you like this, Josh, privately, talking to each other, our bodies touching, I get so horny it’s hard to think of anything else.  Yeah, I want to do stuff.  And I want that stuff to be with you.  As for being gay, I don’t know.  When I see a cute guy, I think about him, I respond to him, and then wonder if maybe I’m gay.  I imagine most guys do that.  I don’t know, I’ve never spoken to anyone about that.  It just feels natural to me, and I react like I do.  Do you think most guys our age get turned on a little when they see a guy they like looking at, or am I the only one?”

          “I do it too, so you’re not the only one.  I don't know about anyone else.  But does that make us both gay?”

          “I don’t know, Josh, but if you want my opinion, I don’t think so.  I mean, sure, we might be.  But I don’t think if you see someone who’s attractive and you like looking at him, even if you get hard looking at him, that that means you’re gay.  I don’t feel like I’m different from most other guys.  I’m not sure, but I just don’t think I’m different.  I just don't have any sense that I'm different.  But I’m just starting to be interested in other people this way, Josh.  I don’t have much experience.  Do you think you’re gay?”

          “I haven’t thought much about it.  Sex hasn’t been important to me or much a part of my life, but from everything I read, being gay is more than just sex.  I think in some ways I am different from other boys.  Until I got to know you, I didn’t have a good friend to talk to about stuff like this, so I only know I didn’t really fit in.  Until I got to know you, I didn’t really have the feelings I have now, either.  I got horny sometimes, but nothing like now.  Being close to you makes me real edgy and tense, and I have to hide myself a lot.  You noticed I was hard when we were wrestling, and on the bed together.  You must not have noticed all the other times.  When I’m with you, or thinking about you, I feel different.  Maybe that means I’m gay.  I don’t know.”

          “I think it takes more than that, Josh.  I think you have a crush on me.  I don’t think at our age that means much.  Tell me something.  Guys our age fantasize.  You know when.  Do you ever think about, you know, fantasize about, girls when you do it?  And were you attracted to any of the girls you knew at Kennedy?”

          Josh had to stop and think.  After a moment he replied, “I guess I found some boys and some girls attractive.  Nothing like I do you.  I shouldn’t be saying this, huh?  It’s just that, I like talking like this with you, free and saying whatever I think and not hiding anything.  I’ve never done that before in my whole life.  I feel like I can say anything to you and you’re not going to be disgusted and think how dumb I am, or try to take advantage of me.  I can’t ever remember feeling so free, and feeling that no matter what I say, you’ll still like me.  That’s the best feeling in the world.”

          “If you feel you can say anything, then why didn’t you answer my question?”


          “About fantasizing.”

          “Oh.”  Josh thought, then blushed.  “OK, maybe it’s still hard to talk about some things.  But I can answer your question.  I don’t really fantasize.  I just. . . .”  He paused.  Then, “Hey, this is difficult.  I’ve never talked to anybody about this.  It’s embarrassing.  I’ve never said I do it, admitted it, to anyone.  You’re sort of taking it for granted.  That makes it a little easier, actually, but it's still hard to talk about. 

          “But, OK, I do it.  There.  I said it.  Amazing.  I’m still alive!  No lightning bolts!  No dying of a fatal blush.  I do it! I do it!  OK.  So now I have to give you a detail.”  He paused and blushed again, but then, determined, he continued.  “Here it is.  I don’t fantasize.  I just do what I do, and just think about that.  And it feels good and I get all excited, and eventually it’s over, but I don’t think about anyone else, just how good it feels and how excited I am.  Am I doing something wrong?”

          Bryan laughed.  “How would I know?  You think I’m an expert or something?  But I’ve read, if you fantasize only about boys when you do it, that’s one sign that you might be gay.”
          “Well, I don’t fantasize about boys when I do it.  But I don’t about girls either.”

          “Did you get any feelings about girls at Kennedy.  Did you see any girls today at Taft that sort of gave you a funny feeling, a tingling or something?  Maybe made you get hard?”

          “Well, this is embarrassing, but when Cal was praising me, yeah, I felt something.  I think she’s pretty, in an intense and offbeat sort of way that I find attractive.  I didn’t get hard, but I felt something.  Sort of the feeling you get just before you get hard.”

          “I think it’s way too early to worry about being gay, Josh.  Wanting to do some sex things with me, and me kind of liking the idea, I don’t think that means we’re gay.  I think it means we’re horny and trust each other enough to ask about doing things like that.”

          “So you want to do things too?  What do we do?  And when?  Just talking about his is making me, well, really excited!  And eager.”

          “Me too.  But don’t we have to get dinner ready, and do homework, and all that stuff?  If you want to do something tonight, maybe when we come up for bed we could try something.  Or maybe we could take a shower together.  That might be fun.”

          “I’m not sure I can wait that long.  Knowing you want to do this too is making me crazy.”

          “Josh, we have to get dinner.  Your dad should be home any minute.  I’ll tell you what.  Let’s touch each other now, then leave everything else to later.  OK?”

          Instead of answering, Josh reached for Bryan’s crotch.  Bryan half rolled toward him to make access easier.  Tentatively, Josh laid his hand on Bryan’s tented pants.  He wrapped him hand over his erection, then squeezed gently.  “Wow!  This is so neat!” he gasped.

          Bryan reached over and did the same thing.  Josh squirmed when he felt Bryan’s hand on him.  He’d never felt anything so stimulating.

          After a few seconds of gentle squeezing and rubbing, Bryan said in a hoarse voice, “I think we should stop, Josh.  Much more and I won’t be able to.  Let’s leave the rest for tonight.”

          Josh was breathing hard.  He looked up at Bryan with real longing, then real regret in his eyes.  Slowly, he pulled his hand away.  Bryan slipped across the bed, then sat on the edge, he feet on the floor.  Josh moved over at sat the same way next to him.

          “Bryan, it’ll be embarrassing to stand up.”

          “I know.  But we need to go down stairs.  Let’s just do it.  If your father walks in, it’ll probably scare us enough that we won’t be noticeable any longer.  Come on.  Oh, wait a sec.  There's one more thing.”  After saying that, he turned his head and kissed Josh on the cheek.   

          With that, he stood.  His pants we’re pushed strongly away from his body.  Josh snickered, then reddened when he stood up and showed the same problem.  Bryan smiled at him, and they left the room, headed for the stairs.

          They made it to the kitchen.  Dr. Warren hadn’t come in yet, so Josh looked into the refrigerator, then started pulling things out.  They were making chicken thighs baked in mushroom soup mixed with sour cream served over rice with a green salad, green beans and crescent rolls.  It was an easy dinner to prepare, they both got busy and going through the motions of preparing the meal had the expected result on their mutual problem.  By the time Dr. Warren walked in the door, everything was back to normal.

          Over dinner, Dr. Warren was attentive to Josh as the latter described his first day at Taft.  There was spirit and enthusiasm in his voice as he described his triumphs, and Dr. Warren was delighted.  When Josh was through gushing for a moment, Dr. Warren looked at Bryan and said, “You’re responsible for this.  You’re the reason Josh is happier at school than I can ever remember him being.  I want to thank you, Bryan.  And Josh, I’m so happy for you, too.”  Josh beamed.  And blushed.

          When dinner was finished and the boys had cleared the table and piled the dishes near the sink for Dr. Warren to attend to, Josh told his father they had homework and were going upstairs to do it.

          When they got to their room, Josh closed the door.  He turned to Bryan.  “I can’t wait.  The hell with homework.  We can do that later.”

          “I don’t want to wait either.  Let’s get undressed.”

          The boys quickly began removing their clothes.  They were soon naked, standing before each other, their erections nearly touching their stomachs in their youthful excitement and eagerness.

          “Let’s get on the bed, Josh.”

          Josh pulled back the spread and upper sheet.  Then they sat with legs crossed and their knees touching, facing each other.  Josh was looking at Bryan’s erection, then finally looked up at his face.  “What do we do?” he asked nervously.

          “You have as much experience with this as I do.  You keep treating me like I’m in charge here.  We’re both the same, Josh.  I’m just as excited as you are.  What do you want to do?  I want to reach out and touch you, feel you.  Is that all right?

          Josh nodded, then reached out for Bryan.

          They both found it amazing.  They tentatively touched each other, then began fondling and stroking.  They were both so excited that after only a few strokes, they both reached their peaks.  Moments later, it was all over.

          Josh was gasping for breath.  He’d fallen forward and was clutching Bryan, his arms around him for support.  Bryan was holding on to him for the same reason.  Each had his head on the other’s shoulder.

          When he had recovered a little and felt his strength returning, Josh pulled his head up and looked in Bryan’s eyes.  Then he moved forward and kissed him.

          Bryan was startled by the kiss, he hadn't been expecting it, but almost immediately kissed back.  They held the kiss for a long moment.  Eventually, Bryan giggled.

          Josh broke the kiss, looking confused.  “What’s funny?”

          “Something’s sliding down my chest and it’s tickling me,” Bryan said, and Josh looked and could see what he meant.  He could also feel the same thing on this stomach.

          Bryan got off the bed and found a box of Kleenex.  He took a couple, handed them to Josh, then took a couple more for himself.  They cleaned themselves off, and then Bryan got back on the bed and laid on his side.  “Lie down with me, Josh,” he requested.

          Josh did so, facing Bryan.  Bryan took him in his arms, hugged him tightly, then loosened his arms and said, “I hope you liked that as much as I did.  That felt great.”

          “It was amazing.  Much better than by myself.  I hope we’re going to do a lot of that.”

          “I think we will.  It’s all new, and we have a lot to learn, a lot to try.”  He was quiet for a minute, thinking, then said, “Josh, we also have a lot of other things to do too, homework, teaching you to become the next LeBron James, cooking dinner, all your reading.  I want to do this a lot, but I don’t want to stop doing the things that we like doing, and I don’t want you to stop being the really smart guy you are.  You’ve always read a lot, and studied, and got all A’s.  I don’t what you to start thinking about me all the time and be thinking about fooling around and getting all wrapped up in that and losing all that good stuff that makes you you.  I’d hate myself if that happened.  I liked what we did as much as you did, I’m sure.  But we need to control it, not let it control us.”

          “Right now, this is all I can think about, but you’re right, Bryan.  I always read about kids saying they’re going to take it slow.  That always seemed so stupid to me.  If you have someone to do this with, why go slowly?  But I hear what you’re saying.  Even if I’d like to be entirely out of control.  You know, what I like is, we can talk about this.  I can see how it would be easy to do stuff and then feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, doing stuff like we just did, if you didn’t know just what the other guy was thinking, but we can talk to each other.  I don’t think we’ll be embarrassed, and I think we can agree on what to do and when to do it.”

          “Thanks, Josh.  I just don’t want this to get too important.  It feels so good, and it’s so exciting, I think that could happen.  I think we need to be in control.  Right now, we should do homework.  You’ve probably got some catching up to do, and I have my regular work to do.  I’m not sure how much I’m going to remember, because I’m already thinking about having a shower with you later.  I’m going to have a problem because you seem to be in my mind when other things should be.  I can’t stop thinking about what we might do, Josh.”

“Good.  I like that.  Sure you don’t want to do this again first?”

“I want to, but I think it would be easy to get carried away.  I liked it a lot.  It was way better than doing it by myself.  I want to keep doing it, but I think we should go a little easy at first till we have a better idea what it’s all about.  I hope that’s OK with you.”

“I want to do more right now, but I’m OK with it.  I could probably talk you into doing more right now, but I won't try.  I don’t think we should pressure each other if either of us doesn’t want to do something.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to.  It’s that I might want to too much.  Let’s just wait till bed time.”

Josh pulled him into a hug again, then gave him a quick kiss on the lips.  “That’s fine, Bryan.  Let’s get dressed.”    

          They dressed, then Josh opened the door before they started their homework.  Josh had been given remedial work in some of his advanced placement courses.  It was quite a lot of work, but he had till the end of the semester to complete it and didn’t feel any pressure.  He was used to doing homework, and in fact had always enjoyed it in the past.  Then, he hadn’t had the distraction of a very cute boy sitting close to him, the tip of his tongue sticking between his lips, his fingers unconsciously curling the hair on the side of his head, a vague frown on his face as he read his textbook.  It was all Josh could do to keep his eyes on his own book.

Eventually, Bryan finished his work, closed his book, stretched, then set the book on the bed and looked up at Josh.  Josh was watching him.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be doing your work.  Not staring at me,” Bryan said, grinning.

“I finished what I needed to get done a half hour ago.  I’ve been enjoying watching you.  Did you know you frown and grimace and fidget and bite the inside of your cheek when you read?”

“I do not!  I just sit here and read.  I don’t do any of that stuff!”

“Do too!  It’s adorable.”

“I’m not adorable, either.  What a horrible thing to say to a guy!  I don’t think I like you any more!”

“Yeah, right!  You ready for a shower?”

Bryan glanced at the clock.  “I hadn’t realized it was so late.  Yeah, it’s that time.”  Suddenly he blushed.  “You really want to take one together?”

“I’ve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it.  Damn right I do!”

“What about your father?”

“He won’t be upstairs till later, and I doubt he’d care anyway?”

“Do you mean he wouldn’t care because he wouldn’t suspect we’d do anything, or because it would be all right with him if we knew were doing something?  He’d have to care about that, wouldn’t he?”

“I guess I don’t know for sure, but he’s pretty open minded.  He’s into Greek civilization and culture, and it’s still pretty acceptable for men and boys to have sex together over there.  It happens all the time.  I think he looks on homosexuality as just a part of life.  I’ve never heard him say anything different about it when it’s come up in conversation.”

“You two talk about that?” Bryan asked, shocked.

“We talk about a whole lot of things.  But you know, what you said earlier?  I’ve been thinking about that.  I think you were right.  I don’t think us messing around means we’re gay.  I think being horny and being gay are two different things.  You’re here right now, we like each other a lot, we've learned to trust each other and we’ve never done anything like this before.  It’s all new and exciting and sexy and a little dirty and if feels like nothing I’ve ever felt.  I love thinking about doing something in the shower.  I've been thinking about it for the last half hour.  I’m tingling all over.  But I agree with you.  I don’t think these feelings mean I’m gay.  I liked kissing you earlier, and I guess that can mean I’m gay, but to me, it meant I felt really good about you right then, and about us being together, and it felt natural to kiss you.”

Bryan grinned at him.  “Me too,” he said.  “Now, I’m feeling this uncontrollable need to take a shower.”

The boys quickly stood and began undressing.  When they were naked, they were sporting erections that were so hard they were standing upright.  They grinned at each other.  Josh opened the door and peeked out, then raced for the bathroom with Bryan right on his heels.  They were both giggling.

In the shower, they washed each other, making sure everything was clean.  On some parts they doubled and tripled their efforts, just in case.  When they were both panting, Bryan suggested they step back out of the water, then reached up and adjusted the showerhead so it was spraying straight down, giving them more room.  Then he took the soap and rubbed it across his lower stomach, then did the same to Josh, who giggled as the soap tickled him.

“Come here,” Bryan said to Josh, opening his arms.  His voice was lower pitched than usual, and huskier.

Josh stepped forward, and Bryan hugged him.  When they were together, Bryan first reached down and repositioned their erections so they were standing between them, then began wiggling, slowly sliding his soapy, slippery front against Josh’s.  Josh’s giggles changed to gasps as the sensations quickly changed to outrageous sexual stimulation.  He immediately wrapped his arms around Bryan so they could pull each other even tighter together.  They began wiggling and sliding more frantically against each other.  They found their members kept squeezing out from between their stomachs, and with frustrated laughter had to put one hand each at their sides to control this.  Once that had been taken care of, the sliding against each other quickly brought their feelings to a fever pitch.  In very little time, Bryan made a guttural groan, pulled Josh even tighter, increased the speed of his writhing and then exploded between them.  This caused Josh to respond before Bryan had even finished.  They had to cling to each other and lean against the wall to prevent either of them from collapsing as their knees became jelly.

After several minutes, Bryan loosened his grip.  He stepped back into the water, letting it cascade over him.  Then he reached out and pulled Josh in with him.

        Josh looked up at him, the water bouncing on his face.  An incandescent grin spread across his face.  “Bryan, that was the greatest, most amazing thing I’ve ever felt!  I think I’m going to be feeling very dirty and needing lots of showers in the next few days.”

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   Note to my loyal readers:  I have been attempting to maintain a schedule of having
a chapter posted every other day.  It is possible some of you have come to anticipate the arrival of a new chapter in this time frame.  Accordingly, I feel it only proper to tell you the next chapter will be delayed so you won't fret unduly when it doesn't show up as expected.  I am traveling this weekend and won't have access to a computer or my files.  I realize this is an inappropriate point in the story for a delay, and I am rather apologetic about it, but what is is what is.  (And no, to all of you who accuse me of a sinister propensity to write cliffhangers, that is definitely NOT my intent here!)  I will be back Sunday, but too late for a posting to be put up by Nifty.  Therefore, I will submit the next chapter on Monday, and it should be up late that day, and most of you will have access on Tuesday.  Again, I'm sorry for the delay, but, if absence makes the heart grow fonder, maybe you'll find you like Chapter 18 even more. 
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