Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2013 10:15:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Ben Ezra Jacobson Subject: The Cabin in the Woods 2: GREG Dear Readers: The responses to the stories I have submitted has been very gratifying as I have told stories of my youth via diaries and journals which I have kept all my life. Memory sometimes dims with age...but my journals which I kept in copious detail...have allowed the recall of even the most intimate facts between myself and the persons that I have known. Since writing THE CABIN IN THE WOODS...there have been many requests for more information about my friendship with a neighbor boy named Greg Whitacre...so here is the next installment in that friendship. Enjoy. GREG By Dr. Ben Ezra Jacobson, PHD-Literature Greg Whitacre was my neighbor, three houses removed. His father and taught with my dad at the local high school so we had been friends for as long as I can remember. Our parents socialized together and on some occasions, we traveled together for academic events. Both of our dads were heavy into youth sports...mostly baseball...so Greg and I grew up playing T ball, soft ball and baseball together. He was much more agile and adept than I was but in all the years that we played on the same team, he never once took on an air of superiority with me. In academics, I was a league ahead of him...and we used our skills to help each other. From early youth to our graduation from high school, we were pretty much inseparable. Fortunately for both of us, our parents of like demeanor...encourage our long time friendship. Greg was an only child and I had only a sister...so we became brothers and had as much affection for one another as did some of the closest families. My parents trusted me to go to Greg's house and to do things with his family...and they, in turn, reciprocated in kind with Greg accompanying my family on functions and trips. When we were both fifteen years of age, the Whitacre's let him go to Wisconsin with us for a month. It was there, that I had my first sexual encounter with him. He was a lot more brazen than I was. My timidity matched his forwardness, making us a perfect match. Greg had gone to his Grandparents when he was twelve to spend the summer. His dad was on sabbatical from the school system for three months and he and Mrs. Whitacre went to Europe for some course work. While he was with Grandpa and Grandma Whitacre, a cousin Brad Browning also came to stay part of the summer. Brad was fourteen and active in scouts. He would set up his tent in the yard of their grandparents farm and the two of them would sleep in the tent so they could stay up a little bit later than the household bedtime hour. It was there that Greg learned about masturbation which he readily admitted was just a lot of fun. After a period of time, he learned about oral sex...both getting and giving and by the time summer was over...he had learned about more "in depth" methods of pleasure. When the two cousins returned to their respective homes...Greg had the task of dwelling on his summer of sexual exploration and despite the increase of raging hormones...to keep his newly acquired knowledge under cover. He learned that one does on use one's white tee shirts or briefs to catch ejaculated semen...because the stains are obvious to one's mother who does the laundry...and fabric that is folded with semen between the folds...sticks together much like adhesive. A lot of young men have learned to be adept at hiding the evidence as they have matured from youth to adults. Greg's mother, perhaps a bit naïve having had only one child, thought that he had spilled soda on himself when she discovered the sticking cloth syndrome of his underwear...and asked when he had upset the soda on himself. Greg, being a bit precocious...figured out real quick that he had to find another avenue of disposal. I do not know why he did not discuss this new revelation with me...but discuss it, he did not...until we went to White Sands Cottage near Boulder Junction, Wisconsin at age fifteen. I would have enjoyed the closeness with him three years earlier than it developed. He told me during that eventful summer, of his initiation into sexual pleasure with his cousin Brad. He also became friends a couple of years later with a boy named Chris who played foot ball on the freshman foot ball team. I remember all of us in a physical education class in our freshman year. We had a class in gymnastics which all the jock boys thought would be too sissified. We had to learn to do the parallel bars and climb ropes and a host of muscle building activities. I did not respond well to the muscle building activities as did Greg. He had better muscle tone and could climb a rope with comparative ease. Our friend Chris was very athletic and he too could climb the fifteen feet of thick rope, hand over hand without using his legs for support. It was an arduous task and would leave the other boys out of breath as they came down from the rope. They would stretch out on the tumbling mats to rest. They would wrestle around with each other and I noticed that Chris with his larger frame...would crawl over Greg who was laying on his stomach on the mat...and would drop himself down upon him, but keep his arms and legs around Greg so as not to crush him. I did not know at the time but Chris was putting his gym shorts...front to Greg's crack. Every once in awhile...Chris would nudge him with his sheathed dick, just enough to make Greg smile. I did not know that they had been teasing each other with this casual action until Greg told me about it during our trip together. He said that Chris had pressed his erection against Greg's gluts and since no one seemed to really notice what was going on...they continued. On one occasion, Chris ejaculated and had to take his athletic supporter and white gym shorts home to wash...which I understood...he did himself to keep from being detected. Greg invited Chris to come spend a week end, the day of Thanksgiving and he accepted. This is how he related the story to me while we were in Wisconsin: Chris arrived Thursday afternoon after the family dinner...and the family watched the football game together on television. The conversation went something like this" "Greg, thanks for inviting me to come watch the football game with you and your family. We do not have color television...and this is a real treat to see the game in color," he had said. "Yeah...we are lucky to have color. My dad says that there are something's that you just have to have because it makes life better," Greg had replied. They looked at each other and tried to conceal a laugh. Each realized that in addition to color television...they were also talking about sexual interests. The game was exciting. So were all the snacks and soda pop. When the game ended, the favored team had one...and the Whitacre household erupted into jubilant shouts and congratulations. Bonnie Whitacre had prepared a nice dinner for after the game. Supper passed slowly as the four reveled in their teams glory. "Chris," said Mrs. Whitacre, " we have a tradition in our family which you will probably find childish...but every year, the television networks shows THE WIZARD OF OZ with Judy Garland after the ball game...and we always watch it." "That's cool Mrs. Whitacre," Chris responded, " we always watch it too. My brothers and sisters are crazy about it. However, none of us have ever seen it in color, so this will be a treat for me as well." "We are glad to have you here with us, dear," she said...and meant it. Greg looked at Chris and gave the "thumbs up" signal. The MGM lion came on the screen, roared and the title flashed across the television. "What," said Chris, " no color?" The Whitacre's all laughed. They had seen it before in color but not Chris. "It starts out in black and white and becomes color when Dorothy Gill gets to the land of Oz," Greg said. "I'll be damned...I didn't know that," Chris exclaimed...suddenly realizing what he had just said in from of Greg's parents. "Oh...I apologize, Mr. & Mrs. Whitacre...I let myself go with out remembering where I was." Greg's dad just laughed, "It happens to the best of us Chris." Pointing to Greg, he said, "but be careful Greg." We all laughed again. The next two hours passed with little comment. Who would have thought that two 14 year old boys would be so absorbed in a movie...but they were. The movie ended at 10:00 PM. Greg and Chris picked up their affects and headed to Greg's bedroom. "Good night boys," his parents called after them as they turned out the lights in the living room and retired to their own room. "I am not going to do the dishes and clean up until tomorrow Tom...I'm tired and it will keep," said Bonnie Whitacre. He was in complete agreement. Greg had a full size bed and his own bathroom off to the side. "Is it ok if I take a shower before we turn in," Chris had inquired, "always sleep better with a hot shower before bed time. "Yes, that's ok...help yourself. Towels are in the cabinet next to the shower," Greg had answered back. Chris stepped out of his clothes, turned on the shower to get the water warm and walked back into the room... "did you latch the bedroom door," he asked? "Sure did," he responded. Chris stood there naked with the biggest hard on Greg had ever seen. He had seen him in the school showers...but never in this condition. He was huge and thick. This could be an exciting night. Chris winked and softly said, "Want to come shower with me?" "You bet," Greg answered back. He hurriedly stepped out of his jeans, tee shirt and white briefs and climbed into the shower with Chris. They lathered each other with soap from head to foot This was a new experience. Greg had never showered with anyone in his own bathroom. The shower stall was not extremely roomy and it was hard to wash one's self without bumping into your partner. "Turn toward the glass Greg," I want to wash your back," Chris had said and gently turned him with his arms around him. Greg turned and felt the wash cloth on his shoulders and back and then moving lower on his gluts and down the sides of both legs. Chris took a moment to wash the sphincter muscles of his rectum and then washing the soap away, and pulling the gluts back...took his tongue and touched Greg's sphincter. Greg spread his legs farther apart and bent even more forward as Chris again and again...ran his tongue all over the orifice. When he turned Greg around with his strong foot ball arms, Greg had a mega erection from the sexual stimuli to his rectum. Chris once again kneeled in the shower and put his mouth over Greg's hard on and began to slide up and down on it. It took only about a half dozen slides...and Greg pulled out of Chris's mouth and ejaculated all over his chest as he kneeled before him. The sensation was so intense that had Chris not placed his hands over Greg's mouth...the rest of the house might have heard the moans. "Damn, that was good. I never in my life felt anything like that," he whispered to Chris. "Do you think you can do it back to me," he asked? "I've never done the ass works before...but I am willing to try. Do you want to do it here, now, in the shower or after we get out and dry off?" Chris smiled and whispered back, "let's rinse the soap from the shower off and go lay on the bed." "Ok, I'm game," Greg had responded. "I'm glad you are a willing partner Greg," Chris said to him as he looked deep into his eyes. He put both hands behind Greg's head and gently kissed him on the lips. "Oh my gosh," Greg responded. "Do that again." Chris, still holding his face, leaned forward again and kissed him on the lips and then on the both cheeks and the side of his face. He came back to his lips and pushed his tongue into Greg's mouth...not knowing how he would respond...but Greg opened to receive him and then reciprocated...pushing his tongue into Chris's mouth. They grabbed each other in a bear hug and just stood in the cascading warm water for several minutes. Neither wanting to break. "Let's get out of the water, before we start to wrinkle," Chris said as he turned off the shower knobs and pushed open the door. They took their time to dry off...and walked hand in hand into Greg's bedroom. "Chris, get up on your hands and knees and lean your chest down to the bed sheet," Greg instructed him. Chris did as he was bid...and Greg pushed his gluts to opposing sides, and began to explore his sphincter with his tongue. This was rather erotic when one is fresh and clean out of the shower. Chris gyrated with pleasure and several times tried to pull away...but Greg would grab his hips and stop him. He rimmed him around and around. Chris turned his head and said, "buddy, you had better stop or I am liable to drop a load any minute now...and I do not want it to end this way." "How do you want it to end," he asked? Chris pulled away and told Greg to get a dry towel and lay it on the sheet and then to lay down on the towel...face down. Greg got the towel and some body lotion from the cabinet in the bath room. "Are you going to give me a rub down," Chris? " I have never had a full body massage." "Well, kind of," he had answered back, "just lay there and relax and try to enjoy the ride." In his inexperienced condition...he did not understand the ramification of "enjoy the ride." Chris massaged his back and shoulders with the lotion and then his hips and legs. He kept going back to Greg's sphincter with the lotion...massaging the edges with his finger and then pushing the smallest finger in which Greg said felt good. Then he kept moving up until he was using the longest finger. Still Greg gyrated around and said it felt good. Chris massaged his prostate gland with two fingers. It was a bit tight and it hurt a little at first but as he stretched, it too felt good. "Ok buddy...you are stretched...this is where it gets exciting," he said. Chris lathered his penis with lotion and placed it on Greg's orifice. He pushed a little and then backed off...each time pushing a little deeper and then again backing off...until he was all the way in and slowly at first and then with more thrust...was going in and out at a good rate. Greg was panting and breathing heavily. It took about thirty minutes of playing at it...until Chris revved up the speed and finally explode a river of semen into Greg's colon. They lay in that position for another ten minutes or so before pulling apart. Greg said, " that was better than laying on the mat. I think I am in love." They both laughed until their sides ached. During the night...they snuggled together...first on the left side and then both rolling over to the right side. Neither wanted to be apart from the other. Greg felt Chris kiss the back of his neck during the night and when they turned over, Greg would kiss Chris on the shoulder. Chris had straight black hair and blue eyes and groin hair that was long, black and straight. Greg however had blue eyes and curly red-blond hair and his pubic hair was very red and very curly. During the night...they would run their fingers through each others public hair. By morning, they had only slept a few hours because of waking and loving each other again. Greg thought that he had never enjoyed another male the way he enjoyed Chris...and Chris with his big dick between Greg's legs was reluctant to pull away and put his clothing back on. Fortunately they were spending the rest of the week end together...and there was more time for the sex games and time to get close and know each other better. Finally with a last long lingering kiss, they pulled away from each other to put clean clothing on and to go join the family for breakfast. The boys were going to meet their friends for lunch at the local Pizza Place and then take in a double feature matinee movie at the Bijou. After that, it was bowling at the local bowling alley...and they told Mr. & Mrs. Whitacre that they would see them at supper time. When they came home around 7:00 PM...is was obvious that they were worn to a frazzle. The movies had been a lot of fun and so had lunch at the Pizza joint. Bowling was fast paced and frenzied. They won some games and lost some games...but had a great afternoon with the eight or nine friends that met them there. "You two look like something the dogs drug in," Tom Whitacre had said, "you will be wise to call it an early night. Bonnie and I are playing bridge with the Jacobson's tonight...so you will have the house to yourselves." "Dad," Greg asked, "What's Ben doing while you are playing cards?" "He is spending the night with the Wilson twins. They are going to the mid-night roller derby with their church group. Why?" " No reason...I just thought he might like to come over and watch TV with us," Greg suggested. "Not a good idea even if he was here, dear," said Bonnie Whitacre, "You two look wiped out. I would suggest only a little TV and a lot of sleep. We are going now...you two be good and call it a night, early." "Yes mom...see you in the morning," Greg responded. "Good night Mr. & Mrs. Whitacre...I'll make sure he gets to bed early," Chris suggested. "Good suggestion Chris," she replied. " If he gives you any static...just beat him." She laughed as she kissed them both good night and she and her husband left the house. "Beat me, huh," said Greg. "You wouldn't do that would you, muscles?" "You never know...I might beat you off...after you did the same for me," he responded. He looked around to make sure the Whitacre's were gone and planted a big kiss on Greg and gave him a big bear hug. The boys watched thirty minutes of television and then went to the bedroom where they secured the door lock and stripped naked out of their clothing. They climbed into the bed and pulled the sheet and blank up to their waists. Chris turned to Greg and touched the side of his face with his hand. "I would like to take you in my arms and make you feel really good...but I am too damned tired this evening. Will you settle to let me hold you close all night and then amuse and entertain you in the morning," he asked. "Yeah...I am tired too. Sleep now, make love in the morning early...for several hours," Greg responded. They both laughed. Greg rolled over on his right side and Chris scooted as close as he could get, his dick between Greg's legs, his hand over his chest...a kiss on the cheek and both went quickly asleep. . . . . . . . . Sunrise did not begin until nearly 8:00 AM. They had heard the Whitacre's get home about mid night and knew they would not be up before 10:30 or 11:00 AM. The boys had rolled apart during the night. Now they faced each other and smile as the new day was dawning. Chris reached over an found that Greg had a erection as hard as his own. He pulled the cover over his head and maneuvered downward and crawled between Greg's legs. He touched his tongue to Greg's hard dick and licked it like a lollipop before going completely down on him for some very slow stroking. Every once in awhile...he would bare down with his teeth on his hard shaft. The pressure was like an electrical charge through his groin and Greg would arch his back with pleasure and encourage him to bare down harder. With Greg's dick in his mouth, he would mumble that if he bit down harder...he would leave teeth marks...but bare down he did and the tingle raced thorough his body again. Kissing the head of his dick...he came up for air. "Now, your turn to lay on your back and enjoy the feeling," Greg said as he too went under the covers and started the manipulations of Chris's hard rod. Chris how ever...was not so fond of having his appendage chewed on and pulled away saying that he was going to need a little more gentle treatment. Chris got up on his hands and knees with a towel under him and took lotion and lubed his own sphincter as Greg anointed his prong. "Slip it in easy at first Greg, and when I have stretched enough, then put the whole thing in," Chris had instructed. Chris was as good at taking a shaft as he was in giving it to some one else. Greg entered pulled back and started in again when Chris thrust himself backward, taking the whole length. There was not cry of pain...only the satisfaction of a hard object pushing against his full prostate gland. He clamped his orifice down on Greg's shaft and kept bumping back against him. Chris was definitely the one leading this parade...and it was all about how hard he could backwards thrust. All of a sudden, he told Greg that he was going to cum...and as he moaned with delight...he ejaculated a half dozen streams of semen in white luster. "Greg, listen to me...keep going...but even if you cum...do not pull out...do you hear...don't pull out. If you keep humping me...I might be able to cum a second time," Chris said. True to his word...Greg shot his load into Chris's canal and in just a few seconds of continued internal humps...Chris shot a second load which was every bit as intense as the first but with less semen the second time around. Both marveled at how good it felt and how a fourteen year old student could produce so much semen and ejaculate with such force. During the course of the day, the two had two more ejaculations from hand jobbing each other...and by bed time, another ejaculation and just before midnight...a fifth time. In years to come...they would wonder how they ever managed to be so prolific. At the end of the school year...Chris's father took a college position in a near by state and the family moved away. The two would correspond and on occasion visit for a week end...traveling back and forth on the train...but as the new school year progressed...their time with each other diminished. Chris exited Greg's life gracefully just as Ben Ezra Jacobson and his family became more involved. Chris would marry after college and he and his wife would have five sons. They remained together all their lives...but the love he and Greg shared never diminished. Years later, they would meet for a convention and for one fast week end, reconnect with mutual sexual gratification. The newness and the mystique was not the same. Both had trouble getting an erection and the ejaculations and sensations were much diminished...but the feelings for one another were not. They held each other and kissed, and slept as close to each other as they could. They longed for the ecstatic days of youth which were gone forever...but the love they felt for each other never diminished. The following fall, after the summer that Greg and I spent at White Sands Lake...I would stay with him at his home and he would come to mine. We continued to share our love making that winter...as we reminisced about our month in Wisconsin.