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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?”
“What?”
“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.
For those of you who have written
with words of encouragement for this and all my stories, I thank you
profusely. It means a great deal to hear from you.
Cole