Timber Stone

Chapter 4

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Copyright 2002, Duke Price

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental.

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 The phone started ringing. "Hold that thought! I need to answer the phone."

"Hello?"

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"You’re pulling my leg!"

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"I don’t believe it!"

I looked over at Chris and said, "Dad’s tied for second at the GMO’s preliminary! Turn the Golf station on!"

I watched as Chris clicked through the stations. In my excitement I said, "It’s on channel 50. Gram says he’s on TV!"

Sure enough, there was Dad putting for an Eagle. I hung up the phone and knelt down next to Chris in front of the TV. I was completely engrossed with what was unfolding on the TV screen as I watched Dad preparing to putt the ball. It was going to be a difficult shot because he’d have to hit it downhill. Finally Dad tapped the ball. We watched as it picked up momentum as it traveled towards the hole. The ball appeared to be traveling too far to the right but just as it neared the hole it made an unbelievable 45-degree turn to the left and went into the hole. He read it perfectly! I looked at Chris and gave him two high fives, "Woohoo!"

In my exuberance I knocked Chris to the floor and laid on top of him. "He did it! He did it!"

Chris laid there laughing but quit when I gave him a big hug. As I squirmed on top of him I felt his hands hold my hips in place and could feel the bulge in his groin. My penis immediately responded by getting rock hard. I stopped laughing and that’s when our eyes locked. In an almost hypnotic state I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. For a brief moment it felt as if he was probing my soul …searching for an answer. It scared me, so I broke eye contact and rolled onto the floor.

Chris immediately rolled on top of me with a very serious look on his face. Everything seemed like it was going in slow motion, as Chris continued to try to make eye contact. I kept trying to look away but his gaze was like a magnet that I couldn’t resist. The temptation to look into his eyes became irresistible and when I could no longer resist the urge our eyes locked and my heart went pitter-patter. To make matter worse Chris had this cute little smirk on his face.

Feeling my body react to his closeness and the fact that my cock was getting painfully harder within its confines, an unsettling feeling came over me because I could no longer deny the fact that I was attracted to him.

Then I began to get an overwhelming feeling of disappointment. Disappointment over the fact that maintaining a friendship with Chris would be impossible. As the reality of the situation sank in, tears began to run down my cheeks. Noticing this, Chris immediately got off of me and, sounding concerned, said, "What’s the matter, Sammy?"

I got up off of the floor, "Don’t call me Sammy!"

Chris didn’t say anything as I ran to my bedroom. Attempting to refrain from sobbing I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in the pillow. A few moments later I felt the bed move and, knowing it was Chris, stopped crying and laid there waiting for him to say or do something. To my surprise I heard sniffling. Then he broke the silence and said, "I’m sorry, Sam. I should have told you before."

I rolled over onto my side and said, "Tell me what?"

"I’m gay, Sam."

I laid there in amazement as what he disclosed to me sank in. "You’re gay?"

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he nodded yes, "Aha. I’ll pack my things and go home. I hope we can continue to be friends?"

"Why wouldn’t we be friends?"

"Some people freak when I tell them. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t say anything around school. Only my closest friends know."

"I promise not to tell anyone."

Chris started to stand up but I reached out and pulled on his arm to prevent his departure. "Wait, Chris. God, I’m an idiot!"

Chris looked at me oddly as I sat next to him. The entire situation struck me as being funny and I started to laugh. Chris, however, did not see the humor and looked hurt. I’m sure he must have thought I was a total nut case or worse yet thought I was laughing at him. Chris asked, "What’s so funny?"

"You are going to think that this is crazy but the way you look at me sometimes made me uncomfortable. Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t you that made me uncomfortable, rather it was what was going through my mind that made me uncomfortable."

Chris sniffled and looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "And what was going through your mind?"

I put my face in my hands and said, "Nasty things! Things that I’m afraid to tell you."

"What, that I’m a fucking queer!"

"No, silly! It involved me doing nasty things to you."

I could see Chris’s attitude turn from one of hurt to one of amusement. "Well, are you going to keep me in suspense or are going to tell me? What were the nasty things?"

"Oh, god, I’m not sure I can tell you but the things I thought about included this." I slowly inched towards him as I brought my lips to his and gave him a slow deliberate soft kiss. I closed my eyes as I felt my body go limp. When I had realized that he’d quit kissing me, I opened my eyes. I saw an extremely happy looking Chris who was grinning ear to ear.

Smiling, Chris whispered, "Wow!"

The phone began ringing. "Damn!"

I went over and picked it up, all the while staring at Chris who had this goofy looking smile on his face. "Hello?"

Gram said, "He finished the preliminaries in first place!"

"He did? That’s great."

"Is everything okay? You sound odd."

I shook my head and said, "Ahem. Yes, that is great news! I can’t wait to talk to Dad!"

"We’re going to have a celebration party for him on Monday, no matter where he places on Sunday."

"Sounds good, Gram."

"Are you sure everything is okay?

"Yes, Gram, everything is perfect. Bye."

Chris said, "Good news?"

"Yeah, Dad finished the preliminaries in first place. This is the best he’s ever done."

"That’s wonderful!"

I smiled and said, "Not half as wonderful as you are!"

Sitting next to him, I placed my hand in his. Wanting to touch him, I held his soft but strong hand in mine. His arms were practically hairless. "Do you shave your body?"

"No! Why?"

"You hardly have any body hair."

"The only place I shave is my face and I do that about once a week."

Then he said, "Sammy? Sorry, Sam."

Looking into his eyes, "Yeah?"

"Would you like to be my boyfriend?"

I almost started laughing. The whole idea sounded so corny but I could tell that he was being totally serious. Looking down at our intertwined hands and savoring the feeling that it generated, I said, "You know, up until now I hadn’t really given much thought to being in a relationship with anyone, let alone a guy! But I find you extremely attractive, both physically and mentally. I feel comfortable around you except…"

Looking concerned, "Except when?"

"Except when we would get close."

"Why?"

"Because it turns me on."

"Does that trouble you?"

"Yes, I’ve always been taught that being gay is a sickness…that it’s wrong."

"Are you gay, Sam?"

Sighing, I said, "I’m not sure. All I know is that I find some people attractive and some not. Hell, up until now I’ve never thought about having a relationship with anyone."

"So you don’t know if you are gay?"

"Have you always known that you are gay?"

"Yes, I’ve always been attracted to guys. When I first realized that there is a term for what I am, I felt ashamed. I thought I was ill. Because these feelings scared me, I told my parents. They sent me to specialist after specialist and they all told us the same thing…it’s a normal variant…that I’m not ill and there is nothing that can be done to make me straight. I wish I wouldn’t have told them because, despite having a 3.8 grade point average, being on the varsity football and basketball teams, in their eyes I just don’t measure up to their expectations. It pains me to know this but over the years I’ve come to accept the fact that no matter how well I do in my life, in their eyes I will never measure up."

I could see the sadness in his eyes but I knew that there wasn’t a damn thing that I could do or say that could remove the painful fact that his parents don’t accept him for what he is. Attempting to comfort him, I sat close to him, put my arm around his waist, and held his hand in mine.

I sat there just listening to him, "Thanks to a great group of friends I’ve been able to cope with this."

"You mean Jake, Bill, and Scott?"

"Aha. They are the best friends a guy could ever have. We are like brothers and we look out for each other. That’s why they were interrogating you the other night. They didn’t want to see me get hurt."

"Have you been hurt before?"

"There was this guy who I thought was my boyfriend but as it turned out he was just using me to get off. I was crushed when I found out that he was going out with a girl. I became very depressed and that’s when my friends started looking for a potential mate for me. They tried setting me up with guys who they thought were gay…guys that acted girly. It pissed me off and I told them to knock it off. I asked them if they thought I acted girly and they said no. I told them most of the guys that acted girly weren’t gay and, besides that, I’m not interested in girly men."

Chris chuckled.

"What?"

"The first time I laid eyes on you I swore to myself that I would get to know you but doing that was very difficult. You aren’t involved in any school functions. I would only see you briefly in the cafeteria and because my lunch break was in the second period there was no opportunity to eat with you. The only time I saw you was when you were working and when I’ve tried to get your attention you seemed so engrossed with what you were doing that you didn’t even know what’s going on around you. Seeing you out on the golf course was like a major distraction for me."

"So that’s why I’d see you making stupid mistakes."

"You mean you did notice me playing?"

"Well, yeah, how could I not! I’d look up to see what you were swearing about and had to see where you hit the ball. Then I’d congratulate myself for having placed some water hazard, tree, or bunker in that location. I’ve watched you play at a distance and thought that you had a nice swing but always caved into the pressure of the game. And to think that all of these years of congratulating myself for all of the back breaking work I did to make this course difficult was all for naught when all I needed to do was just be present on the course."

"Hehe, I’m glad that I was able to give you job satisfaction!

"So now I know what was distracting you."

"Aha, seeing you has always has been a major distraction for me. I’m not sure that you would be much of a distraction for my buddies. They are girl crazy. Anyway it got to the point where I avoided coming out here. My buddies figured it out when they caught me staring at you and would give me shit about it. After they found out that I thought you were cute they began insisting that we’d come to Timber Stone. It didn’t take much prodding to get me to agree but I’d always tell them that the only reason they wanted to come out here was to improve their chances at beating me. That usually shut them up. I love the game but what I really love is getting a glimpse of you!"

Chris’s eyes wandered down to my crotch and slowly moved up until we were looking into each other’s eyes. I felt a stirring in my crotch. Then I felt an undeniable urge to kiss him and leaned forward to kiss his cherry red lips.

He smiled at me and sighed, "I really like you, Sam. I think you are so sweet!"

I sat there smiling at him, savoring his every word. "Mmm, you’re making me melt and if you want to call me Sammy, you can."

He smiled at me and said, "You haven’t answered my question?"

I squeezed his hand, "I like being your friend and I definitely find you attractive, so yeah, I’d like to be your boyfriend."

Smiling, I gazed into his eyes and watched as he leaned forward to kiss me again. I wasn’t prepared for him to push his tongue into my mouth and I could feel myself tense up but when I heard him whimper, all my tension melted away and focused on him. He broke the kiss and said, "Hmm, that was nice."

We were still nose to nose and, wanting more, I went in for another kiss only this time I quit focusing on the mechanics of kissing. I felt my body begin to react as my hormones fueled the fire within me. I pushed him down onto the bed and ground my body into his. "Oh, god!"

Chris grabbed my hips and held me in place as I rubbed my groin into his. I drove my tongue between his lips and savored the taste of his mouth. In no time at all I was on the verge of cumming. Bucking into him I felt my approaching climax. I closed my eyes and I arched my head back and moaned louder and louder. Chris began squeezing my butt and periodically would run his fingers in between my cheeks through my loose fitting Levi’s. After a while he lifted my T-shirt up and over my head. He began licking my nipples, which gave me a cold tingly sensation that traveled straight down to my penis. With him attacking my nipples, my orgasm hit me like an explosion as I emptied load after load of cum into my underwear. As the high from the orgasm faded away I feared that I’d crossed the line. I attempted to roll off of him but Chris held me in place and bucked his hips into me. I looked down at his beautiful face and watched as his breathing became more and more ragged. It turned me on to see him with his head arched back and so I went down and lightly kissed his neck. I straddled his groin and lifted his shirt to expose his hairless chest and six pack. To my surprise his hard penis was peeking out a couple of inches above the waistline of his blue jeans. Like before I was shocked at the size of him. I wasn’t sure if I should touch it so I ran my hands over his chest and belly as he continued to buck. I went down and began licking his nipples just as he had done to mine. Chris groaned and grabbed my ass as he started shooting cum all over his belly and chest. Some of it even hit my chin as I sucked on his nipple.

Wiping his cum off of my chin, I rolled off of him and studied his body as he recovered from his orgasm. While Chris laid there in his euphoric stupor, I got up to get a towel but by the time I returned his penis had retreated back into his pants. Chris opened his eyes sleepily and watched as I wiped the cum off of his chest and belly.

I cuddled up next to him and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up I was disappointed to find that he was gone. I pushed away the fear that I may have freaked him out. I got out of bed and felt a sharp pain on the tip of my penis. "Ouch!"

There was a pulling sensation on the end of my penis, like it was stuck to something. Shit! The cum in my pants is acting like glue. I limped to the bathroom, trying not to hurt anything. "Hi there, beautiful. Did you injure yourself?"

"Um, I have a teeny weenie problem. I’m in a little bit of a sticky situation."

"Stuck on me, I hope?"

"That too."

Laughing , "I hope being stuck on me isn’t a problem?"

"No, Chris, you are not a problem! Damn, I gotta take care of this. I’ll be back!"

Chris came over to me. "Let me see."

I grinned at him and pulled my Levi’s off. I could see the yellow cum stain on my white underwear but couldn’t see the problem. Chris said, "Here, let me have a look."

Chris gently pulled the waistband of my underwear away from me and peered inside. "Oh, it’s stuck to your undies, Sammy."

He gently patted my groin and said, "Get in the shower I’m sure that that will remedy the situation and loosen its grip on you."

He turned the shower on. I stood there feeling embarrassed as I waited for the water to warm up. Chris tested the water and said, "It’s warm now."

He put his hand on my butt and encouraged me to get in the shower. Chris sat on the toilet and watched me try to resolve my problem. "I think I may have ripped a little skin off when I climbed out of bed."

Laughing, he said, "I’ll have to kiss it and make it better."

Whining, "Don’t say that because you’re going to turn this small situation into a bigger one!"

Chris stared down at my crotch, smiling, and licked his lips.

I shook my head at him, trying to look disgusted with his display.

"Sammy, do you feel okay with what we did this afternoon?"

"I really enjoyed what we did. I don’t have any regrets. I wanted to ask you the same question. When I woke up alone I thought that you may have bolted."

"Bolt? No way! Besides, what we did today only makes me want to be with you more. You’ll let me know if you want me to buzz off? I don’t want to smother you."

"I’ll tell you on one condition."

"What’s that?"

"That you won’t get hurt and think that I want to break up with you. Oh, this reminds me of something that’s been bothering me. If I do something that you don’t like, for example, remember when I went to work on what was supposed to be our day off and I let you sleep in, you didn’t look very happy when I got home."

"Sorry, Sammy, I guess I was disappointed and thought you wanted to get away from me."

"That wasn’t it at all! I couldn’t sleep and since I promised you the day off I let you sleep while I went to work. Chris, if something ever bothers you again, I will expect you to let me know so that we can talk about it."

"I will, Sammy."

Chris got up and said, "Let’s see if you are unstuck."

He looked so cute with his concerned look on his face as he gently peered inside my underwear. I didn’t feel any pain and I could see a smile and a look of genuine relief as he gently removed my underwear. I grabbed my penis and looked at the tip. It had a little red mark but everything looked intact. Chris laughed and said, "I think you’ll survive."

I stepped out of my underwear. Chris picked them up and said, "Can I keep these?"

Giggling, I said, "NO! You are one sick puppy! Now put them down so I can throw them in the washer!"

Chris had a pouty look on his face and then started laughing. "You are so cute! I’m going to let you finish showering."

Chris leaned in the shower and gave me a kiss, "Ooh, you’re hot!"

"When I finish dressing, would you like to get a bite to eat at the clubhouse and play 9 holes?"

"Hey, that sounds like fun!"

Chris said, "I’ll get our clubs."

Dad was the main topic at the clubhouse. Chris and I sat at the bar to get a soda. Looking around the clubhouse I noticed a familiar face over near the television. I pointed at him and said, "Chris, isn’t that Jake over there?"

We got up and sat at his table. Jake almost jumped out of his seat. "Hi, guys! What are you doing here?"

"We work here, remember? So what are you doing here?"

"I-I was just waiting for a phone call."

I asked, "Would you like to play a round of golf with us?"

He kept glancing at Chris. I looked at Chris who had a goofy smile on his face. Jake smiled knowingly at Chris and said, "No, I have to get home. I’m going to take my girl out for dinner, then we’re going out to see ‘Shrek’. Are you two going with us?"

Chris and I looked at each other and said, "Sure, sounds like fun."

Looking ecstatic, Jake said, "Cool! Meet us at my house at 8:30pm and we’ll drive there together."

When I teed up my ball I said, "Jake knows about us?"

Chris was smiling and said, "Aha…well…he knows that I like you. He also knows that I was going to tell you that I’m gay and, knowing him, was probably waiting for me to page him if it didn’t go well."

"So now he knows that it went well?"

"Aha."

"I wish I had friends like that."

"You can. They can be your friends too. Without a doubt in my mind, once they get to know you they will consider you a friend. Let’s go play!"

I addressed the ball and hit it over the water hazard. "Nice shot!"

Chris teed his ball up and hit it just short of the water hazard. "Playing it safe?"

"Hehe, playing it smart."

Chris’ second shot was a beaut and rolled up onto the green. "You got your ass into that one!"

"Hey, don’t be watching my ass!"

"I can watch your sweet ass anytime I want."

I addressed my ball and just as I was going to start my back swing I heard him say just loud enough for me to hear, "Mmm, oh yeah."

I backed away from the ball and whined, "No fair! You can’t do that when I’m about to swing!"

"Alright, I’ll be good!"

I was able to hit it onto the green. I picked up my clubs and walked next to Chris. "You know, I think you are a lot better player than you let on. Why aren’t you on the varsity team?"

Chris smiled and said, "Let’s just say something came along that was more interesting than making the varsity team."

"Is it too late to get on the team?"

"Probably. The coach was kind of pissed when I dropped out. I doubt that he’d let me play now."

"I think you should ask."

"Why, are you getting bored with me already?

"No!"

"Sammy, I enjoy working out here. I don’t really want to be on the team this year. Maybe you and I can be on the team next year?"

"Maybe."

On the 18^th hole we were head to head. Chris missed an easy chip shot that went over the green. "You can’t tell me that you didn’t do that on purpose!"

"Hey, I screwed up!"

"Yeah, right."

"I did!"

"Listen, I like to win fair and square. Hit it again from the same spot."

Laughing, "Yes, Sammy."

Chris chipped it in and beat me by one. "Nice shot!"

I tapped mine in for a 36. Chris said, "We need to get ready to go out!"

When we got back to the house Chris immediately began shedding his clothes. I stood there and took in the view. When he noticed that I was staring he smiled and said, "Do you like what you see?"

I turned my head away from him and said, "Aha."

Chris giggled and went into the bathroom to shower. I turned around in time to get another glimpse of his little bubble butt.

I used the shower in the master bedroom. I was horny again and started jacking off as I fantasized about playing with his big cock. I whimpered as I shot a huge load on the shower wall. After showering I went to my bedroom with a towel around my waist and as I walked past his bedroom, Chris whistled at me and yelled, "Yummy! I smell sex and candy!"

I yelled back, "You’re gross!" Christ, did he really know that I was jacking off?

As I was getting my clothes on Chris knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"

"Door’s open!"

"You took quite a long shower, Sammy! Anything I could have helped you with?"

I felt embarrassed and turned away from him as I put on my sweatshirt. Chris came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me. "I didn’t mean to embarrass you. We all do it. If we didn’t we’d be walking around with a constant hard-on."

I turned around but didn’t look him in the eye. "Maybe we should go now?"

"Sure but not before I give you another kiss."

I smiled at him as he wrapped his strong arms around me. I brought my arms up to his waist and pulled him towards me. Chris grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on his butt and kissed me. I squeezed his butt and began to grind my groin into his and despite having just jacked off I got another bone.

Chris broke the kiss, smiling, and placed his forehead on mine. He sighed heavily and said, "Sammy, you are so hot! I can’t keep my hands off of you!"

We stood there holding each other and savoring the moment I thanked God for bringing Chris into my life.

Chris reluctantly broke our embrace and said, "We better go. Jake doesn’t like to be kept waiting."

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