Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 13:59:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Vincent Salerno Subject: TRACES: The Beginning of a Memorable Friendship. The Beginning of a Memorable Friendship Joe and I had seen each other around the neighborhood. We lived only a block or so away from each other, and had attended the same high school. We weren't in any of the same classes. I guess I was more of an academic type and so I was taking college- prep type classes, while Joe tended to just coast along with less challenging subjects. He'd probably go to work with his father in the meat industry. Despite our lack of similar school interests, we did kind of like each other's company and sometimes were together in larger neighborhood groups like down at the schoolyard, or at the same lunch table in the cafeteria. As our acquaintanceship developed, we found ourselves together more often, and at ease with each other. One overcast Saturday afternoon, the local playground had emptied out. Joe, me, and a bunch of the neighborhood kids had been playing handball, but nearly everyone had drifted home as the weather grew colder and dinner hour approached. Joe and I were horsing around in the kiddie play area. First we rode the swings, pumping our legs hard to ride high, and then standing on the swings to demonstrate our daring and skill. Growing tired of that, we drifted to the see-saws, balancing, and then jumping off to let the other crash to the ground. We ended up on the slides, sliding down, first forward, then head-first, and finally in tandem. When that happened, the nature of our relationship began to change. As Joe's crotch pressed tightly against my ass, I began to feel a sexual rush. Joe's legs were around my waist, while I held his feet firmly on top of his thighs. We slid down the slide in that position several times, alternating who was in the front. We grew bolder, and sensing that we were both enjoying this equally, we began to grind our crotches against the willing teenage behind that was pressing back on it. Flushed with excitement, but knowing that we had overextended the after school playtime, we finally began to walk home. Not wanting the afternoon to end, I walked past my house and continued to Joe's home, on the pretext of helping him with a bike that had a loose chain. After putting the repaired bicycle back into Joe's garage, we walked together down Joe's darkened driveway. The sun had gone down, and we both would be late for dinner, but neither could bring ourselves to break away. Each felt the heat and desire coming from the other. Slowly, hesitantly, Joe reached out and touched my crotch in the darkened driveway, just feet from the lighted kitchen window. I responded in kind, and there we stood, feeling each other up, our dicks already hard and wet. Joe unzipped my fly, and backing up a little so we couldn't be observed by any passers-by, he began to jerk on my prick. Breathing hard, and feeling my heart pound, I fumbled with the buttons on Joe's fly, finally freeing his dick. I tried to get a good look at it, as I began to play with it, but the light in the driveway provided only a shadowy view. Joe's cock felt big in my hand, and I noticed that it was circumcized as were most of the guys in our gym class. I was one of the few who had their foreskin intact. Very soon, we were shooting jism on the little strip of grass in Joe's driveway. Then the world began to return to normal. As I prepared to hurry home for dinner, Joe said, "If you're like me, we're goin' to have a lot of fun together." I was puzzled and thrilled by the remark.