Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2012 00:01:38 -0500
From: Kevin Metson <trojanboy2012@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Runners -- Part 3

This story contains mm situations involving hs boys. If this offends you,
please leave now. This story is a work of fiction and is copyrighted by the
author.

**Tommy**

I had been dreaming about the earlier wrestling match.  We were both naked,
only the other boys wasn't Jake, it was Kevin, my best friend in the world.

*********************

Kevin lives next door to me. He also shares a birthday with me.  Our mom's
gave birth in the same hospital.  Dr. Cane was very busy that day.  Kevin
was born at 2am, I was born at 5am.  We shared a nursery that first day,
and have often been called twins, because it we are virtually inseparable.
It's definitely not because we look alike.  Kevin's dad is Irish, with red
hair and freckles.  His mom is Hispanic.  Kevin is a mix of the two.  He's
got light a medium shade of brown hair, tinged with red. His eyes are hazel
brown, his skin is almost but not quite that Hispanic golden tone, and...
he has freckles.  Most people think he is just adorable.  The girls at
school are constantly vying for his attention. It probably doesn't hurt
that he was the quarterback for the 8th grade squad last year.

He's also tall for his age.  Where as I am the shortest in our class,
despite being among the oldest; Kevin *is* the tallest.  And unlike me
who's got a thin upper body, with no chest to speak of, no biceps of
notice, and no abs. He already has a four pack going, with defined pecs and
clearly formed biceps and triceps, even when he isn't flexing.  Course the
reason is simple.  Where as I run constantly, he lifts constantly.  His
parents got him a universal set for his birthday thee years ago, when it
became evident he had a knack for football.

I can't remember there ever being a time I did not know Kevin.  Both our
parents had moved into the subdivision we live in within three weeks of
each other.  Both couples were newly married. And neither couple had family
near.  My parents had moved down from Minnesota for my dad's job.  Kevin's
parents were from California, which they always referred to as the land of
fruits and nuts.  (Guess they didn't know Texas is the land of steers and
queers! -- just kidding all you Texans and Californians) They had wanted to
get out of the rat race of California and come somewhere a little more
peaceful.

Growing up, Kevin's house was just as much home as my house was.  I never
knocked, just went in.  Until we started school, I think we slept in the
same bed and took baths together more nights than not.  Looking back now,
we realized our parents enjoyed that as much as we did.  I have no doubt
Kevin's little sister Crystal was conceived on one of his many sleep overs
at my house.

After my dad died, the one thing that helped me through everything apart
from my running was Kevin and his family.  Uncle Connor (what I called
Kevin's dad) became a surrogate father for me.  He didn't hesitate to call
me out when I was screwing up, and he was just as apt (or maybe even more
apt) than my mom to impose a discipline on me for doing something wrong.

On our 12th birthday, Uncle Connor took Kevin and I out for Cold stone
Ice-cream.  This was a great treat.  As it turned out, it was also the
preamble to the sex talk.  There were 3 things he told us that have stuck
with me to this day.  1) Always treat a girl with respect -- girls are not
for sex, they are for love, sex can wait for marriage.  2) Boys are wired
for sex, and because of that they often treat girls like trash, and end
using them mostly for sex, therefore 3) the best solution to avoid
mistreating women and/or becoming a parent expectantly was our right hands.

That night, as 9pm rolled around, about the time Kev and I would start
getting ready for bed, Uncle Connor came up and simply said, "Tommy, time
for you to go home, I think."  He'd never made such a suggestion before,
but without blurting out the obvious Kev and I learned one more sex fact
that night -- jacking off was a private affair.

I went home that night, butterflies forming in my stomach.  The moment I
walked out the door, I could feel blood rushing south. When I walked in Mom
was in her office (she's a CPA who works out of the house). I yelled over
that I would be heading to bed.  She barely raised her head from here IBM.
When she's trying to figure out a client's books, the world might as well
not exist.  I quickly pecked her cheek, making sure my body never turned
fully towards her.  Last thing I wanted was for my mom to see me boned!

I took a quick shower, my penis stuck out the whole time.  At the time, I
was mostly hairless, but I had a small patch at the base of my rod. The
water was very ticklish I remember, and I wasted no time under the water.

I should probably explain the layout of our house.  It's a two story
townhouse.  On the lower level is a living room and family room and kitchen
towards the front.  Off the Living room is hallway that leads to a bedroom
and a full bath.  That's my mom's.  Off the living room is a den with a
window out the front.  This is her office.  Upstairs are three bedrooms and
another full bath.  The upstairs is mine.  One room I sleep in. The second
room is a game room, with TV and VCR and stereo and a mini fridge.  The
last room was a study room for me with desk and computer of my own.  We
received a large settlement from my dad's accident, needless to say.

The bathroom had a door into my bedroom, so I normally would be naked from
the time I took a shower to the time I climbed in bed.  Finally, I was
ready to try out what Uncle Tim had talked about.

I climbed in bed and laid on my back.  My hand roamed down to my groin
area.  I started rubbing the tip.  My little dick was fully hard.  The
moment I began a shock coursed through my body.  I stopped for a
second. And then started again.  My whole body started to tingle.  It was
intense.  I kept rubbing until suddenly my whole body just spasmed and my
groin bucked up.  A clear liquid spurted out of my piss slot and I just lay
there as my body seemed to just hum with pleasure.  The next thing I knew,
it was morning. I'd fallen asleep after my first orgasm.

The next morning, I got dressed and headed over to Kevin's house.  He was
in his workout room (in a little room his dad built off there garage).  I
clapped him on his back with my right hand and asked, "How's it going?"
with a shit-eating grin on my face.

With a smirk and a laugh, he pulled his shoulder back and quipped, "Don't
touch me, I don't know where that hand has been." And then immediately
clapped his right hand on my back and repeated, "So, how's it going with
you?"

To this day, we have never "talked" about jacking off. That one subtle
message from his dad told us it was a private thing.  However, being best
friends, we had developed the first half of an unspoken code.  Every
morning after either of us jacked off, we'd greet the other with a clap on
the back and the question, "How's it going?"


We'd develop the second half about a year later. Right before we started
our seventh grade year, my mom had a client over.  She had an eighteen year
old daughter that was driving her around, because the client had broken her
leg.  It was a hot August day and this chick was wearing a white halter top
that left nothing to the imagination.  Kevin started acting a little hyper.
I also noticed that his shorts seemed to be tenting a little.  Unless he
had missed given our normal signal, I knew he hadn't slogged one out for
three days. I went over to him and clapped him on the back, with my right
hand, and said, "Kevin, time for you to go home, I think," echoing the
words of his dad from the previous year.  When he looked my way, I glanced
down at his crotch quickly. He smiled and simply said, "You're probably
right."

He came back ten minutes later, clapped me on the back, and said, "How's it
going?"  I laughed, and we went out back to play some catch.  We don't use
the second signal too often, but sometimes you gotta watch your bro's back
to make sure he calms down when he's about to make a fool of himself.

But back to the present.

******

As I was saying, in my dreams I was reliving the naked wrestling match of
earlier in the evening, but this time it wasn't Jake I was wrestling but
Kevin.  And I wasn't being pinned, I was doing the pinning, and we weren't
face to face, but Kevin was on his stomach and I was lying on him pressing
my weight into him...


"Tommy!", he called out. And I felt a sharp jab in my ribs.  Only it wasn't
Kevin, it was Jake.  And we weren't wrestling, we were in bed and ....

With a shock I realized I was grinding my hard bone into the crack of his
ass!  I stopped instantly.  What the hell was I doing?  I pushed myself
away from Kevin... I mean Jake.  Fuck!  What am I doing.  I was grinding a
guy!  He's going to think I'm gay and trying to hit on him!!!

"Oh my god, Jake, I'm sorry. I was sleeping and I ....."  My voice cracked
a bit, I could feel tears forming in my eyes.  Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!!!  I
couldn't move, all I could do was lie there on my side.  I stared towards
the window, wishing for this all to go away.

Suddenly his hand was brushing my cheek reassuringly.  Mom had done that a
lot that first year when I would cry in her bed from missing dad.

"Tommy, it's ok," he said.  At first I remained as I was, looking past him
over his shoulder at the window.  But out of the corner of my eye, I saw he
had a tentative smile on his lips.  I moved my head from looking over his
shoulder to looking at his face.

And then he smiled deeply.  He SMILED.  His smile melted my fear in an
instant.

"Really?" I replied with a small sheepish grin.

"Hey, were teen age guys, we pop wood at the slightest breeze. You were
having a frisky dream. It's all cool."

For a moment I thought about what I had been dreaming about -- Kevin naked
-- what the hell was that about? I felt myself begin to frown. Jake kept
caressing my cheek.  It was nice.  I could feel my body responding to his
touch. I started to relax my frown as his caress soothed me.

But Jake's a guy.  My frown returned.

But so what.  He's a good teammate.  Hell, a good friend.  We make each
other better runners.  We enjoyed hanging out tonight. He's funny. Hell,
he's cute.  The longer Jake touched my cheek, the more my body responded.
I felt a flush travel up and down, from head to toe.  I could feel my
hardness start to strain my sleep shorts.

I gave into the feeling and felt my smile grow on my face.  I reached over
and started caressing Jake's cheek.  He was trying to grow a soul patch on
his chin, which I let my fingers wander through.

I guess Jake saw that as a green light.  He shifted closer to me and his
hand moved off my face and started stroking my chest.  My body gave a small
shake.  No one had ever touched my chest, save my doctor -- and he never
touched me like that.  Without thinking, I moved my body closer to him.

Jake's hand continued moving south.  When he rubbed my belly, I began to
tremble.  His hand moved even farther down and came to rest on my boned
shaft. I closed my eyes, unable to think with the feelings flowing through
my body.

His hand closed around my dick and ...

I lost it.  I shot my wad, literally. An orgasm wracked my body, like I
have never had.  Four times my penis throbbed, delivering my boy juice into
Jake's hand.


As soon as I finished shooting, my euphoria crashed into mortification.  I
HAD SPUNKED IN JAKE'S HAND!!!

I fled to the only room of refuge in the small hotel room -- the
bathroom. I felt my whole body enflamed with shame.  What just happened?
This wasn't right.

I sat on the toilet and started to cry.

At first I didn't know why I was so upset.  It took awhile, but it finally
came to me.  It wasn't because I had just done what I had done with a guy.
Yeah, maybe that wasn't what I was supposed to do, but I realized I was OK
with that.  Well. maybe, more than OK, it felt like what I wanted to do.  I
mean what normally came to wind when I was jacking off?  Truthfully, I
usually thought of how Kevin was probably jacking off at the same time over
in his house.

No what was really upsetting me, is that this happened with Jake, when deep
down I had wanted something like this to happen with Kevin.  I had never
admitted that to myself before, but yeah, there it was.  Only my "first
time" having a guy touched me could no longer be with Kevin.  It had been
with Jake, and that really bothered me.

I waited until Jake was asleep before slipping back into the bed. It was
along time before I fell asleep.

To be continued.....

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