Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 02:17:41 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Too Early For Apples

			   TOO EARLY FOR APPLES
			   by Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Hey, Johnny, come on!" Bart's voice called to me as I left the school
building. It was only a few weeks until the end of school, the weather was
warm and clear, the leaves of the trees and the grass beneath my feet was
green, bright green, the birds were calling and busy in every tree,
building nests, mating, fighting for territory. The world was alive, my
blood was pulsing in my veins, being released from school was a sensation
akin to being released from prison!
     Bart was waiting for me at the bike stand. His blue bicycle and my red
one stood side-by-side as always, it was only a matter of taking my bike
from the silver rack and off we went, down the placid streets of
Tompkinville, racing headlong down the streets, swerving to avoid the
occasional car going down the main street of our little town. Tompkinville
was like a town caught in time, unchanged or little changed over the last
few centuries. So automobiles now traveled its streets rather than
horse-drawn carriages, and here and there you heard the ring of a
telephone. Somehow, Tompkinville remained as it was--frozen in time.
     So we weren't out of place on our bicycles, even though we suffered
the occasional hoots and horn-blows from our schoolmates which had cars or
rides in cars. I just didn't care; not on a day like this (I cared a lot on
rainy days!), but today, with the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, a
bicycle was the only way to fly!
     I felt like I was flying, for Bart and I were heading downhill. I
thought we were heading down to the beach, but then we started up
again. Now I had to pump my bike (this was no ten-speed, just a pedal to
turn the chain around and around, one-on-one) and I was gasping, looking at
Bart's broad back and dark brown hair, his red shirt flapping behind almost
like a cape; I wished I had unbuttoned my shirt like he had, but he'd known
where we were going, not me.
     I still didn't know, when we started back uphill, we were heading away
from the water, away from town, away from everything. Nothing much where we
were going.
     "Hey, Bart, where're we going?" I panted when a brief drop downhill
let me catch up with him.
     "Apple Hill."
     "Huh?" But he was off again, he could ride the bike faster than me,
always could. He had such powerful legs, such a strong body. Muscles seemed
to cling to his body, I was on the football team with him, I worked out
with him, and still he was bigger than me, more muscled and could press
more weights. And could ride faster, damn it!
     Then he was off the bike and running up the hill. "Race you to the
top!" He said, which wasn't fair because he had that head start on
me. Still, I gave it a try and managed to only be a few feet behind him
when he got to the single, large apple tree that gave this otherwise
nondescript and unimportant hill its name, and sat down under it.
     He leaned up against it and laughed at me, and I had to laugh, too. I
couldn't be mad at him, not over a little thing like this. "Hey, I thought
we were going swimming after school." I reminded him. I could outswim him,
at least.
     "We will." he said. He grinned over at me, his face open and
friendly. His chest moved in long, slow swells, his arcs of muscle accented
by the light sheen of sweat, so that each curve stood out distinctly and
clearly, he sat with one leg extended and one drawn up to rest on his foot,
and his arm rested on that knee, hand dangling easily.
     I took off my own shirt and wiped my face. "So, why are we here? Too
early to get an apple, unless you want a belly-ache to go along with it."
The apples were just small knobs on the tree, barely past blooming. A green
apple in midsummer can be fun, the sourness just what you want on a hot
afternoon, but now...you'd be safer cropping the grass!
     "What about the view?" he said to me.
     I had to admit that Apple Hill had a nice view. The town was obscured
by the trees, save for the single tower of the church steeple, but you
could look out over the waters of the bay a long, long way. "Yeah, the
view's nice."
     "Yeah." Then, after a short pause. "Who you taking to the prom?"
     I shrugged. "I don't know yet." Actually, I did know, my cousin had
agreed to go with me if I couldn't find anyone else, she was a year older
than me and pretty enough and unknown in town; she'd be a good way to get
through the prom. She'd even pretend to be my girlfriend, Tina was one
great girl. "What about you?"
     "Nope." Bart said. "I sort of figured I'd go alone."
     "Really?" I said. "Maybe I'll go alone if you do."
     "Great." Bart said. "I'll pick you up in my dad's car and we can go
together."
     "Cool." I said. "Though Mom'll be disappointed. She wanted to get a
picture of me and my prom date."
     "Well, I could bring you a corsage if you want one." he said.
     I stared at him, then barked out a laugh, loud and noisy, like a
jackass. "Haw-haw-haw-haw!" Then an extension of the joke came to me. "Only
if you dance every dance with me, too. Haw-haw-haw-haw!"
     "All of them?" he said, laughing himself, quieter.
     "Sure." I said. "Like they say, dance with the one who brung you."
     "You sound like an expensive date." he said.
     I was still laughing like an idiot. "And of course, we'd also have to
stop off for a late-night malted at Sharky's." That was another school
tradition, Sharky's stayed open late on prom night. "More pictures were
taken there, these for the town newspaper.
     "Think your folks would let you stay out that late?"
     "Sure." I said. "No curfew on prom night. Dad even said I could take
the key to our cabin if, you know." We had a small cabin a couple of miles
further out along the bay, inherited from my grandparents when they passed
away; they had lived there during the summers.
     "If what?" Bart said.
     "If I was to get lucky." I said. "You know, with my prom date."
     "Yeah." He said. "That'd be nice."
     "Only I don't have a girlfriend." I'd dated a couple now and then, you
have to in a small town. You gulp, get up your courage, take her out for a
movie or dance or carnival, and maybe you give her a kiss and then you find
a reason to pick a fight with her so you can break up after the first date
or two. It gives you a reputation as being a bit of a jerk, but after a
while, the girls don't bother you much and your parents agree that a small
town is too small to find a wife in, wait until college and meet some more
girls, and boom, you're home free.
     "Me, neither." Bart said.
     "Why is that?" I asked him, leaning up on both my elbows and looking
at him. Bart was a hell of a good-looking guy, the girls were all the time
looking at him and giggling. He'd laugh with them and go on group things,
same as me, but somehow he never went off alone with any of them. Everyone
else did.
     Bart just shrugged, changed the subject. "You can get the keys to this
cabin?"
     "Sure." I said. "Dad has the keys, I just tell him I need them. I even
talked about taking the cabin for the entire summer, live away from home
for a while. Mom didn't like that idea, though, me living all alone."
     "Would she do it if you and I were sharing it for the summer?" Bart
said.
     "Maybe." I said. "Mom likes you, you know. You want to do it?"
     "Sure." Bart shrugged.
     "Then we'll do that. Get summer jobs and be bachelors together."
     "Cool." Bart agreed.
     "Was that all we came up here for, to discuss the prom?" I said. "We
going swimming now?"
     "We can." Bart said. "If that's what you want to do."
     "I dunno." I said. "What do you wanna do?"
     Bart looked over at me then and I had never felt a look like that
before. "We could pick apples." He said.
     "It's too early for apples." I pointed out. "Even green apples."
     "I didn't mean that." he said, and his eyes were driving nails in my
heart, they were so intense.
     Bemused by that look, it took me a moment to get it. "Oh." I said.
     Apple Hill was busy during the summer nights. Couples would come here
to "pick apples." It was an excuse to get up here, sheltered from all the
prying eyes of town. The grass grew lush and green and soft. After
nightfall, the large open common could hold a dozen or more couples. After
dark. During the day, this early in the year, nobody came up here.
     "Do you want to?" He asked me. Just like that, he asked me. I licked
my lips and nodded, not able to speak. He smiled slowly when I nodded, like
his mouth was curving upwards of its own. "I want to, too." He said.
     Feeling something like a child, something like a clumsy ape, I
crawled/hunched/slithered up to lie next to him. He wasn't moving, but he
wasn't pulling away, either. Like he was waiting for me.
     Then when my arms touched him he sort of melted into them and his arms
came up and curved around me, less like they were reaching out but more
like an amoeba surrounds a bit of food, like he was growing around me and
molding himself to me and I could feel him sort of trembling, or maybe that
was me, I couldn't tell.
     I know my lips were trembling when I reached out to kiss him, it was
like I couldn't keep them still. I didn't really kiss him, I just sort of
put my mouth over his, I couldn't bring them into a pucker, but then his
lips met with mine and suddenly everything fit all together, just right. He
was in my arms, and now he felt human and real, I can't really explain
it. It was like I could feel his bones, all of them, like holding a human
skeleton, but it wasn't bare, cold bones I held, it was all covered in
warm, warm skin and cushioned out by his organs and muscles and all of him
was there, it was...it was real. He was real and I was real and I was doing
this, I was really, finally doing this.
     I'd been so nervous thinking about my first time, what would I do, how
would I handle it, and now I was doing it and it was the most natural thing
in the world. I didn't have to perform or know just how to make love, it
was all just doing what I wanted to do and it felt good. Bart was my
friend, my best friend, we'd been friends forever, yet this had been a
secret I had never shared with him and he'd never shared with me, and he'd
done this, he'd brought us up here to Apple Hill for this reason, to try to
make love to his best friend, me. Sure, I didn't have to prove anything to
Bart, and he didn't have to prove anything to me. We knew each other. Even
if we both creamed in our jeans at that moment, it wouldn't have mattered;
we would just laugh and forget about it. That's how much I trusted him,
hell, he and I had similar embarrassing shared memories already!
     His lips were soft and smooth and moist and pliable, kind of like a
round rubber band only this band was alive and moving itself, shaping
itself to me. And his hands were alive on me, touching me all over,
touching my bare skin, I had my hands outside his shirt but that didn't
matter, I was holding him and he was holding me and it was all great, just
great.
     Then he shifted and I felt his erection inside his pants press upwards
against mine. God, I was so hard right then, my cock was feeling like it
would explode, and my hard-on, my painful pole of turgid flesh, had another
hard rod lying under it, and Bart kind of wiggled his buttocks in a
circular motion and his cock swirled underneath mine, and God, that felt so
good! I began to hunch back at him, and that made it even better, we were
cooperating in rubbing our dicks against each other, he would move one way
as I moved another and that would double the distance; we were really
getting some motion out of very small movements we each made.
     I hated to break off that kiss but I had to, I was fucking
suffocating, I just broke away and gasped, "Ah! Ah, hah! Guh, uh, uh!" And
my mouth, able to make sounds now I wasn't kissing Bart, began to moan like
I was in pain or something.
     "Yeah, oh, yeah!" Bart panted to me. "Come on, Johnny, let's do it,
let's do it, man, God, yes, let's do it now."
     "Yeah." I sighed. And then Bart's hands reached up to my waist and
fumbled with the top of my pants. They had a kind of little clasp there and
a zipper below that, and I felt them both fall open under his dancing
fingers, I propped myself up off of him on my knees to give him room for
his hands, and he did it, he undid my pants and pushed them down off from
my buttocks, and then came back up and caught the elastic waistband of my
briefs and fed his fingers into them and then I felt his hands on my bare
buttocks and I groaned, and then he was skinning my shorts down, too.
     My turn, I thought and I sat up even straighter and I got hold of his
jeans. He had buttons, all of them buttons and I fought them, clumsy and
overeager, I was at first ineffective and then lust lent a kind of fury to
my motions, and I grabbed those stubborn pants and I really yanked at them,
hard, and then the buttons gave up the struggle and I got them undone.
     Bart's hand grabbed my cock then and I was suddenly lost. It was like
I was suddenly his prisoner, helpless, unable to move, because he had hold
of my dick and that was hobbling me more than any handcuffs could think of
doing, it was like I was paralyzed.
     And then he gave my cock a couple of slow jerks and that was something
else entirely. I wasn't worried about when I was going to come, as I said
before, and I tell you, I nearly came right then and there, his hand felt
so good. Every stroke of his hand on my cock was like fifty I did on myself
when masturbating, that's how fast the sensations on my cock turned into
passion, just that quick I nearly came, and I sat there on his legs like a
goofball and just let him pump my pud.
     Then he stopped, holding onto me, and I looked down, saw and smelled
the raunchy salt smell of my precome, which was pouring down onto his pants
then, he wore black jeans well faded from washing, and when my clear jizz
touched the pants, they made a dark, wet spot on him.
     "Guh!" was my only comment when I saw the precome streamer break and
fall off onto Bart and then I was fumbling again, fumbling at his crotch,
and his other hand reached in and guided his cock upwards into my hand and
it flopped out to slap against mine, cockhead against cockhead.
     Bart's cock was long, fat and heavily curved, the head was a small
sharp-nosed bell like the prow of a ship, and Bart pulled at my cock and my
own, fat round glans slapped that small head again; the head of Bart's cock
wasn't that much smaller than mine, just that his shaft was so much fatter
than mine, it dwarfed his cockhead, made it seem smaller. I gave it a
couple of pumps as well as I could and Bart groaned out, "Oh, yeah, oh,
yeah!" and I saw a thick, fat globe of clear pre-jizz form on that sharp
tip.
     I wanted it on me and I leaned his cock over and this time I was
deliberately touching our cocks together and I was pleased when I saw how
the precome clung to my spongy glans and stretched out in a long, clear
rope that joined us together. I smiled down as I saw the glistening, heavy
strand between us, and then Bart jerked my cock again a few times and that
broke the strand and in breaking, it galvanized me into action.
     I rolled off of Bart entirely, but I wasn't running away, I was
clearing the decks for action, I was pulling at my shoes, getting them off,
then the pants, get my pants off, them and the briefs, tug them down and
throw them on the grass; I wanted to be bare with Bart and I looked over
and saw him doing the same. I left my socks on but Bart pulled his off one
by one, neatly tucked them into his shoes like he did when we went swimming
(I would just throw mine down on the sand) and then he was pushing his own
pants down and I saw he hadn't been wearing any underwear. That surprised
me, everyone wears underwear, he must not have put them on when we finished
with gym that day.
     He hadn't stood up like I had, so he was still fighting the jeans down
when I was done and I knelt down, not feeling the least bit timid now, and
I grabbed both pants legs by their hem and I pulled hard on them and he
fell back against the tree trunk and I skinned him off of him, his legs
high in the air when they finally came off him and then his legs fell back
onto the grass and he was laughing, laughing easily, carefree, like we were
the only two people in creation and the forbidden apple had never been
tasted by either of us and we were like Adam and Eve, naked without any
shame, and not the least bit ashamed of what we wanted to do with each
other, either, because this was what we were made for.
     I looked down at Bart, standing naked above him, him now only wearing
his shirt which he hadn't taken off, and I saw that huge, proud, hard cock
there, and I knew what I wanted to do next and I did, I knelt down onto one
knee and bent over like that and I caught that massive pud in one hand and
I guided it into my mouth.
     Bart groaned when he felt my mouth on his cock, his cock twitched and
I tasted the salty savory precome on his cockhead, and he scooted up until
he was nearly sitting up and I followed him and caught that cock again and
this time I wasn't letting go, I sent it plunging into my mouth and by
sheer, brute force I crammed it down my throat as far as it would go.
     I was a virgin and so was Bart, neither of us knew any better, I
sucked him dry like that and he loved it and so did I. It felt right, the
dry cock in my mouth, my job was to keep manipulating it for him with my
mouth instead of my hand, and I did, I shoved it in deep and rough and I
used my lips to pull that foreskin up when I let go of his shaft, and then
shoved it in deep again. I didn't think of choking, even though I don't
know now why I didn't, his cock was dry and clung to my throat lining like
the foreskin was made of plastic wrap, it sort of sealed itself when it
touched and clutched tight and only moved when I pulled it back out again,
peeling off like paint from an old building, reluctantly but in a single
piece.
     But Bart didn't complain at all, he was moaning and his hips were
hunching upwards at me as I sucked on him. When I began to tire (that at
least, proved me a rank amateur, I was tired out in no time), he reached
down and caught hold of my cock and jerked me again and I managed to find
some more strength to wield on his dong in response to that.
     But I tired yet again and Bart realized that, reached down and pulled
me off his cock with both hands and lifted it up to look at me and he said,
so kindly and generously, he said, "Take a break. My turn now."
     I was glad to comply, I sat down on the grass and Bart rolled over
onto his knees and sat up, he shucked that shirt to be as bare as I was,
and he lay down between my legs and he scarfed down my pud.
     His mouth was as dry as mine was, but like me, he didn't think or know
any better, he was and felt good, damned good. It was nothing like fucking
a woman and nothing like masturbating, it was something else
entirely. There was the tight moist ring of his lips on my cock and there
was the haphazard and sometimes painful contact with the interior of his
mouth, and that was a blowjob for me, my very first and I wasn't feeling
the least bit fussy or complaining, even when my glans kind of buckled as
it hit the roof of his mouth, it was all a part of him doing this to me,
and the fact it was him doing this to me was enough to outweigh any
momentary discomfort.
     His lips milked me, sending wave upon wave of pleasure up my backbone
and I was groaning like a madman, totally unashamed and unwary of any
peeping curiosity seekers that may have lurked in the bushes (but I never
heard of anyone who saw us and you can't keep that a secret in a small
town, we were alone then, I'm sure of that), I was lost, totally lost in my
pleasure.
     But Bart was as rank an amateur as I was, he got weary of it and he
got up, wiped his lips with the back of his hand and said, "Shit, that
takes practice."
     "Yeah." I said. "But I don't care. Come on, lay down and we'll finish
each other off." And my hand on his cock told him what I meant.
     He lay down beside me and we kissed and we jerked each other's
pricks. The sun was warm upon us, the wind was cooling and caressing, the
tree's leaves made a gentle murmuring sound of peace and solitude, that and
the annoyingly loud call of a bluejay cursing at us, or at another jay,
most likely, that was how we did it then. My cock was in an agony of joy
and yet I held if off, I wanted to wait for Bart, do it with him, do it to
him. Bart was groaning into my mouth, and when he groaned a little louder,
I began to do the same, kind of like warning him that I was about to come,
and he caught the fire of the moment and he was moaning loudly into my
mouth and so was I, and I don't think we missed coming together by more
than a second or so. I only know that in that position, we were aimed at
each other, I groaned and in the height of my climax, just as I jetted out
my first wad, I felt his hot splash against my stomach, I squirted him and
then he repaid me a dozen-fold, that second burst was a long one, heavy and
hard, it splattered me from my neck to my navel in one long spray, and I
think I did the same to him, the way my cock seemed to spurt out long and
hard on that, and then I lost all track of which was what and to who, we
were coming on each other, hard and heavy, the way only horny teenagers
barely eighteen years old can do it, and I felt soaked, totally soaked, by
him when we were done. I would have examined the damage, but then he
clutched me tightly and I got soaked in new places by his body pressing
against mine, and then it didn't matter much who had done what where, for
we were bonded together by that moment, my jizz and his jizz, it was all
over me and all over him, and it was a moment of communion with each other
better than any wedding vow could possibly be. I felt a part of him then,
and still do whenever I think of that spring day the first time we made
love, joined in that moment of shared lust and slimy with our seed, and
there was nothing disgusting about it, any more than the blood of
childbirth is anything but beautiful and natural. Nature can be messy,
really messy, you might as well be upset at a young child's dribble of snot
hanging from its nose. That's just how things are; you clean up and go on
about your life.
     We didn't though, not right away. I didn't want to let go of Bart, I
wanted us to hold onto that moment forever, and he let me keep kissing him
and nuzzling him for quite a long time. Then he said, "Hey, Johnny, let's
go get in some swimming before it gets too late."
     "Okay." I said and got up. I dressed and then followed him again as we
went downhill, only downhill this time, it was like flying and my heart was
so light, it was up there among the birds, they had found their mates and I
had found mine.
     I hated to say good-bye to Bart, but his mother came down to the beach
(they live quite near the water) and fetched him, and so I bicycled back up
into town.
     Dad was on the porch, talking with some friends of his. "Hey, Johnny!"
He said to me.
     "Hi, Dad." I said and greeted his friends by name, but I forget now
who they were. I was too busy thinking of what I wanted to say next.
     "You got your plans made for the prom this weekend yet?" Dad asked me.
     "Yeah." I said. "I'm going with Bart."
     "Oh." Dad looked disappointed. I knew he and Mom had made love for the
first time on prom night, and married later that same summer. Small town,
you learn everything about everyone.
     "But I will need the cabin keys for that night." I said. "And Bart and
I want to share the cabin this summer. Get used to living away from home."
     "Sure, Son." Dad said and reached into his pocket. "Might as well give
it to you right now."
     I took the key, my heart burning as I grasped the small bit of hard,
silver-colored metal. "Thanks, Dad." I said. "This is just what I need."
     "Where were you?" he asked me. Not prying, he always asked where I'd
been if I was late home from school.
     I gave him a sly grin. "Picking apples."
     "It's too early for apples."
     "Yeah, I know. But I plan to do a lot of apple-picking this summer." I
grinned a silly grin at Dad's fatuous smile, and went in to check on
supper.

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