This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.
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The idea of Charlie asking my mom what a prick teaser was was just too embarrassing for words and I dashed after the scoundrel! I got to the balcony and pressed the button for down. Slowly the balcony lowered. Charlie was swimming to the edge to get out. In the next moment Rebecca and my mom appeared, coming into the swimming area. Luckily at this point they were too busy talking; five feet to go and I jumped from the balcony to the floor. Charlie was nearly at the side of the pool. He stopped and smiled at me. Such a wicked smile.
"Margret!" he yelled
"LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA" I shouted so no one could hear him as I ran around to where he was and jumped into the pool right in front of him. As I came up he was giggling and getting ready to ask Mom again.
"Charlie, I'll tell you! Please!"
"Paul! What are you doing?"
"What are you doing, jumping into the water with all your clothes on?" asked my mom.
"And you too, Charlie Harrington-Ford?" asked Rebecca.
I hadn't even realized I was dressed. I looked at myself, then at Charlie, then back to Mom and Rebecca, then back to Charlie.
"Uh, we were racing, but Paul cheated, he jumped from the balcony!"
"Yeah! We were racing, Mom."
They both looked at each other, smiled.
"Do you believe that?" Rebecca asked Mom.
"Not in a hundred years!" replied Mom.
"Mom, I swear it's true!" I said with my most innocent looking face.
"Uh-huh, sure, dear. Rebecca, do you have a dryer?"
"Good! Paul, give me your clothes so I can get them dry."
"Come on, your clothes, you're not riding home in my car with wet clothes come on! You're both boys!"
"Mom!" I could feel myself blushing. The idea of stripping in front of everyone! I heard Charlie giggling his head off behind me.
"You too, young man!" Rebecca said to Charlie.
"Huh? Me? Uh, well," said a very red-faced boy.
"Well, tell Margaret to turn around!"
"Charlie, there's nothing new that you have that I'm sure she hasn't seen before, she has a boy too! You know, the one you're in the pool with!" Both women started laughing and making comments like 'aren't they cute', which made both of us turn even more red in the face. Well, we stripped and the women left with our clothes.
"Okay, so what's a prick teaser?" Charlie asked.
"Well, you know what a teaser is, right?"
"So, you know what a prick is?"
"Yeah, well, just put the two words together."
"Okay " he had a really quizzical funny face, "I don't understand how me kissing you on the cheek relates to me being a prick teaser."
"I was just being facetious, joking."
"Oh " he said, still trying to figure it out. "I don't see the humor in it or how kissing someone relates to a prick."
"Kissing, well, uh, makes a prick hard?"
"Because you get horny!"
"A hard prick makes you horny?"
"And you like being horny?'
"Yeah, I guess."
He sighed. "You are so weird. So as a homosexual, a hard prick makes you horny and homosexuals like being horny?"
"Yeah," I blushed.
"I'm so glad I'm not a homosexual!"
That comment hurt. If I'd had my clothes I think I would have just left, but that was not the case, so I turned away from him and swam away. I don't know why I felt so hurt, but it was like getting slapped in the face. I wished at that moment I'd never said anything to him. When I got to the edge of the pool. I wanted to get out but I wasn't about to go roaming about the house naked. My mom may have seen my naked body before, but that was before I ever reached puberty. I just stood there, wishing to be elsewhere.
Charlie had swum over to me. "Hey, you want to go down the slide?"
"Come on, it's great fun! You'll love it!"
"Why are you mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you."
"Yes, you are. You are mad because I said I was glad that I wasn't a homosexual like you. Well, I'm sorry, but making yourself all callous by pricking yourself hard is not my idea of a pleasurable experience. When I get pricked even slightly, it hurts and I usually bleed. And I hate getting shots from the doctor! I suppose you enjoy that too?"
I turned around and looked at him. He was definitely not kidding. "What the heck are you talking about?"
"What you said and I still don't see how me kissing you would make me want to tease you by pricking you until you were all calloused."
"Hellooo, what planet are you from? That's not even close to what I said or meant!"
"Then what do you mean!" He really looked frustrated and I thought sort of cute. I started laughing, it just seemed like such a ridiculous situation. I quickly ended my laughing when I saw tears welling up in his eyes.
"Hey, dude, I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at the situation. I mean, here you are thinking that I'm a really weird person and me being really upset 'cause you think I'm like perverted and weird. Look, first of all, when I called you a prick teaser it was in jest, I didn't really mean it, just joking around. I didn't know you didn't know what I meant. First of all, I'm not talking about being pricked with a needle or whatever, I'm talking about my prick "
"Yeah, the thing that dangles between my legs; my penis, dick, schlong, joy stick, prick! You kissed me on the check and it felt good to me and I was hoping it would go further. If it had gone further I can tell you my prick would have definitely gotten hard, but then you stopped and that's sort of like teasing, hence prick teaser. By horny I meant sexually aroused."
"Oh." He smiled. "I guess I shouldn't do it then, huh?"
"I guess not, otherwise people will think you are gay as in homosexual."
"Oh. I won't," he almost sounded disappointed and I wanted to say 'kiss me as much as you want, kiss me every second of every minute of ', well you get the picture. I guess I sort of phased out - I think we both did because I was vaguely aware of him just standing there in front of me. What a situation. I knew I was madly in love with a guy who was straight who loved me, but only to a point - it was going to be a situation of unrequited love. Common sense would tell me to just give it up; move on, find somebody else, but I can't! I don't want to! I know that I'm figuratively shooting myself in the foot over this. That I'm setting myself up for heartbreak after heartbreak, like just now when he said he was glad that he wasn't gay. I know this, but at the same time I can't give him up sorta like a diabetic wanting to give up insulin, sure, they can give it up and then they die. I really think I would die without Charlie or at least some major part of me, maybe not my body, but my soul.
For the rest of the evening we slid down the slide and swam and generally horsed about the way boys do, yelling, screaming, laughing, and having fun. Mom and Rebecca hit it off remarkably well, almost like they were best friends. Mom had invited them over for our Labor Day barbeque.
As I laid in bed all I could think about was Charlie and seeing him tomorrow. I thought about us swimming tonight and about his naked body. In seconds I was hard. I fantasized making out with Charlie as I stroked my hardened member. The fantasy started with him kissing me on the cheek and then turned into a French kiss with our hands feeling each other's naked body, and then progressing with me working slowly down to his beautiful prick as we shifted into a sixty-nine position and devoured each other. I imagined both of us cumming at the same time in each other's mouth as I came all over myself. It was good. I felt so relaxed as I said quietly to my pillow, "I love you, Charlie Harrington-Ford! I love you more than anything." I soon fell asleep.
I was lying on my bed, writing my secret journal. Well, it's not really secret now because I gave it to my mom to read. It's got a lot of bad stuff in it from before; you know when my ex-dad was around. Today, I wrote a lot about Paul. I really like him. Yes, I know we have had some pretty big upsets today and I've only known him for a very short time, but we talked them out and we are still best friends. I know it was hard for him to tell me he was gay. I wish he wasn't. I just couldn't do what they do, it's sick and disgusting to me, I mean really, to let somebody pee in your face and mouth is really sick and then to eat your own excrement off of some guy's penis is really gross. It just doesn't seem like the thing Paul would enjoy or do. I don't know, he really doesn't seem like a disgusting person. He seems so caring and I know he is being truthful when he says he loves me.
I wish he'd said I could kiss him again. I felt all tingly inside when I told him that I loved him and kissed him on the cheek. When I think about kissing him on the lips my penis grows and gets hard, maybe I should say my prick gets hard, and I get an intense feeling that feels really, really good and makes me want to stroke my penis until the white stuff shoots out and God! Does it feel good! Just thinking about this now.
down there, Mr Prick. So, you want me to rub you again! My, my, I guess
you love him as much as I do. Oh, Paul, I love you so much! We both do!
Just imagine, Mr. Prick, if he kissed you! Oh, oh, yeah, oh imagine if
I kissed his Mister Penis. I would do that if he liked it. I know we would.
His penis is so neat, so perfect, so kissable -oh, God! You're about red-dy
to spit, oh! Oh! Oh!...That felt so good! I wonder if his white stuff
tastes like yours, Mr Prick? If it did that would be so neat. I think
I just wish he wasn't gay
To be continued.
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