Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2019 23:09:56 +0000 From: Diastrofikos Lastname Subject: BASIC Programming Lessons [gay] [young friends] /***************************** IT'S ALL ABOUT BASIC *****************************/ A gay teen romance short story While watching a video on youtube about BASIC, an old computer programming language, I couldn't help remembering one of my favorite sexual experiences of my early youth. It was 1989 and I had recently turned 14 years old. At that time, one of my best friends was Riley whom his last name I shall keep secret for obvious reasons. He was of polish descent and though he had moved in the states at a young age, he often showed that heavy, eastern-sounding accent that I found funny and interesting (and deep inside of me, kind of sexy as well). We had become good friends for the past two years, after he moved in to Massachusetts from New York. We were in the same class, and both were privileged at the time of owning consoles. I had an NES and he had a SEGA Master system. Unlike most kids of the time, instead of bickering about which company was best, we both appreciated the broad spectrum of games available to us. It didn't take too long for us to bond and become close friends. We had other similar interests as well, such as being comic aficionados and being into fantasy books; let me talk you about Tolkien _before!_ it was cool, kids! A year into our friendship, and Riley had found my hidden stash with men-porn. Not porn per see, but it was a game box under which I had stashed cropped images of sexy men from various magazines. The skimpier, the better. Most were from sports magazines showing men in speedos and diving contests; or men from underwear commercials. I was petrified when I came back from the kitchen holding a plate with two glasses of milk and a box of cookies, and finding my friend with the box open and the photos scattered on my bed. It took him some time to make me relax; telling me that it was okay; that he had no problem handing out with me, even if I liked men. He even stayed for sleepover as we had arranged it; not giving a damn when stripping off his clothes to sleep in his briefs, as he always did. Riley was a good friend, and after that, I was feeling completely relaxed being with him; knowing I could be myself; not needing to pretend and talk about which girl I liked and shit like that. He would ask me which boy I liked in school and try to make me feel comfortable and cocky to go and talk to it. My friend was ahead of our time. It was the late 80s' and being openly gay meant a lot of torment which I was not ready or willing to endure. Anyway. From a young age I had a lot of experience with computers, I even learned some basic programming on my father's Commodore 64. He was a geek and I followed his steps suit. When Riley got his first computer, an 8086 with naught but a floppy disk drive, he came to me for help. Together we explored the DOS operating system which at that time was the norm. We played our first games and had tons of fun, imagining we'd become the next Bill Gate. I explained to my friend that a good way to start programming was BASIC, which was at that time almost a standard included thing in most computers. So we arranged for him to come to sleep over for the weekend right before the Christmas holydays. My dad was out of town for business, and my mom would be at my aunt's house which was two blocks away. So we would have my dad's computer at our disposal twenty-four/seven. Friday night and it was cold as usual, as it had been snowing for weeks. We were both in our comfortable sweatpants and sweaters and had all we needed for the night. We spent about two hours in my dad's office room, showing him the basics of the language; why put incrementing lines of tens, how to change to cursor's position on the screen, how to use a variable and such. When we realized that his head could not get any new information, we played some Mario on my NES, and then put a tape in the VSR. I'm not sure of the movie, but it was some horror movie; 'cause I remember when later on we got naughty, my moans being mixed with female screams of pain and agony. I won't lie to you. I was not a virgin at the time. That was claimed and taken by a friend of my cousin in Florida on our summer vacation that year. I guess it was okay, for a first time. I mean, it wasn't rape or something like that. But he wasn't soft either. Of course, my friend Riley knew all about it. I had told him next day on a long distance phone-call with my heart pounding of fear of anyone other finding out. I still remember him asking me how cum tastes. I don't remember liking it much the first few times. Anyhow... Here we were, late at night, two teenage boys alone in a warm and comfortable house, feed up with gaming, eating pizza and popcorn, about to watch a movie. As usual, we started talking about the movie. I, commenting on some of the boys and answering his questions of who I'd do if had the chance; and he telling me which of the girls he'd like to have sex. I remember him expressing his frustration for turning fifteen and still being a virgin, and me, as usual, trying to tell him that soon the right girl would show up and he'd find out for himself how nice it is to have sex. This time it went differently. There was something in the air that eve' though that I can't explain. Was it the way he was looking at me, was it the way his shaved head was appealing and accentuating his face features which were slowly dropping the boyish look, was it the fact that he was asking me one more time about how I sucked Tom's dick and how he fucked me from behind (hurt like a bitch! Won't lie), and demanding much more detail than any time before? I dunno. Maybe all that and some more. All I know is that at some point, he half seriously popped the question, if I would suck him if we weren't friends. I had praised his lean and toned body many times and expressed my admiration for his six-pack that had started to show off in the past, so I didn't hesitate to speak the truth. That he was, in my eyes at least, a really good looking guy, and if I had a boyfriend who looked like him, I'd be in heavens. Then, out of nowhere he dropped the real bomb. "Why can't we have fun while being friends?" At first I thought he was just messing with me, so I was kind of silly in my reply and making fun of why he'd want to degrade himself into becoming a queer. A really strong punch on my shoulder that, left a bruise for weeks, and a few glares made me realized that he was up to something serious. I asked if he really wanted to have sex with me, urgently clearing up that he'd be the man and I the woman (laugh if you wish, that's all I knew back then). His face remained serious. We stood still for a while, both sitting cross-legged on the carpet in front of the TV, trying to get a grip of the situation. It seems that something cleared up in my mind, and helped me take my decision. After all, Riley was my best friend, and I'd be lying if I hadn't had masturbation sessions with him being the protagonist of my imaginary sex- tape playing in my mind. He was a nice, cool looking guy with a sexy body. And his briefs were always bulgy as hell. "Okay. I'm in. After all, you're a hot looking guy," I said looking him in the eyes. Ah, the boldness of youth. "But I need to know that this won't screw up our friendship," I added. "I need you to promise --swear!-- that if you don't like it, if for some reason you change your mind, or feel bad afterwards, you won't stop being my friend. Pinky swear?" He looked puzzled for a moment, making my stomach explode with butterflies, before smiling back, spitting his hand and giving it to me for a shake. "I swear that above all, ever and forever, I'll be your friend. Whatever happens between us... I mean... uh..." I spat my hand and shook his. "Deal! Friends forever; no matter what!" We smiled nervously at each other, feeling a bit silly. But this stuff surely allowed us to relax back to our boyish attitude. "So... How do we do that?" he asked, still a bit red-cheeked. "Well, I guess we can strip off our clothes and stay with our undies; as if were' about to get into bed to sleep?" I proposed. "It's something we've done so many times. Right?" "Right," he said and immediately took off his sweater. We jumped to our feet and stripped down to our undies. After that, we looked to each other. I swear to God, he was getting hard. And that made me get hard as well. We both noticed and burst into laughter. It took as some time to relax enough. "This is weird, man," he said. "I know. I was nervous too with Tom the first time. It's normal, I guess..." "So what now?" he asked. "Well, let me make sure that nothing bad happens," I said and went to check that both front and back doors were locked with the keys on the locks. My mom wouldn't come back before midnight with my baby sister. They'd be playing cards at aunt's house with their friends. Better safe than sorry, as they say. "Let's go up to my room, to be more comfortable and away from any prying eyes." I grabbed his hand and sauntered him upstairs as if he were a little kid taking a tour. I felt strange. It was as if he had completely surrendered his will to me. "If you have second thoughts about this," I started, but he didn't let me finish. "No! It's okay. I'm totally cool with it, I mean it! You're my best friend and I... I like... A lot! Not like girls! I mean... Ugh..." "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Please, relax. Remember: you're the man in this. You need to be strong, show confidence and take initiative. Come, get on bed." We both got on bed and I started rubbing his leg, first under the knee, then I slowly went more and more up to his body; his knee, his thigh and then the upper thigh. He finally moaned and his dick started getting hard again. I saw how his briefs tented and stretched. I was impressed. I had a vague idea of his size, but the past years I only dared short glimpses on his bulge. "How big are you?" I dared to ask. "About seven, last time I checked. It's not big, but it's fat. Really fat! Like a coke bottle or so. Is it small? Is it not good for you?" he panicked. `I haven't had sex with many guys so far, I but I think seven inches is not bad at all. Actually, I think it might be a bit large; especially for our age. Mine's around six, and definitely not thick as a coke bottle. So... Can I touch it?" He nod and stretched his body, laying his head on my pillow, hands locked behind it with his lips tight. "I ain't gonna hurt you Riley," I said, feeling a bit stressed as well. Gingerly, I stretched my hand and softly brushed his bulge. It was warm and soft. His dick immediately jerked. I liked the feeling. I did it again, and pushed gently a bit harder. He sighed and his dick twitched again. "I think I like your dick," I said. "I hope he likes me back." He said nothing. Just stared at the ceiling and breathing heavily. "How `bout I kiss it?" I said, and leaned forward. I put my lips on the warm spot and pecked it gently. He sighed and jerked his whole body. "You okay?" I asked a bit worried. "Yeah, yeah! I'm fine. Please, continue. This is great!" "Okay... Let me show it some more love then," I said and went back on pecking and brushing his bulge. He was clean and his underwear smelled from his mom's softener. This made me want to take it even more. My pecks turned to soft kisses, and then some wet strokes with my tongue. Riley's moans made me feel I was on a good path. I went a bit higher and licked his abs. then his stomach and finally managed to reach his nipples. I took one in and sucked it softly. "Oh, God!" he shouted. "What are you doing?" "Did it hurt?" I asked. "No, it just... Feels... Weird. Why licking my nipples? I'm not a woman." "Me neither. But Tom and his friends pinched mine all the time and it felt great. I thought you'd like it too." "It's okay... I guess. Please, do not cross my neck, Ok? Just... Stay..." and he made a cut-like move with his hand from his chest downwards. "It's okay, Riley. I understand." And I really did. He was not queer. And was afraid to be labeled as one. And why wouldn't he? "Let me go back down to business, okay?" He nodded. I stood true to my words and for the entire night never went higher than his nipples. Though, I spent lots of time on his abs and navel besides his bulge. Soon I had his semi saturated bulge in front of my face and went back lapping it. I had a sense of the size by now, and felt a bit intimidated. His dick resembled more the dick of a full grown man; not that of a teenager. "Okay," I said while getting my hands on the waistband of his briefs, "enough playing. Time to get down to business." What I saw made my heart beat faster. Riley's dick was a beautiful thing to watch. It was thick indeed, and surely seven inches or so. It had a large dickhead half covered by his foreskin. I knew that he was uncircumcised from previous discussions, but seeing it for the first time made me marvel it. Here and there were some throbbing veins glistering from my saliva. At the root of it, a small bush of pubes made it look even manlier. "Your dick is beautiful Riley," I said. "Really?" he finally dared to look at me with a quizzing face. "Yeah. I mean it. You've got an awesome thing there buddy." "Thanks... ugh..." "So, can I?..." "Oh, yeah. Sure, sure..." he said and got his head locked down, looking back up to the ceiling. I noticed his hands were on his sides now and had grabbed the sheets of my mattress and were tense. I actually felt sorry for him, and went down hopping to end his fear and agony a tad sooner. I leaned over his now fully erect, thick dick and got my tongue out to give it a nice lick. He moaned and almost jerked. I went on and start licking the head and then slowly coating the shaft with my saliva. It felt good to me and I felt, once more, reassured that I liked cock --without doubt! With my free hand I caressed his balls which were a bit larger than mine and barely covered with some fuzz. They felt warm to touch. I went down for a second to kiss them. He sighed with surprise. "I'm going for it, Riley," I said and went back to his full-stretched dick. I opened my mouth and got his dickhead in my mouth. I stroked it with my tongue and nibbled on it with my lips. "Oh, fuck! Benji! This is crazy!" he exploded and punched the mattress with both his clinched fists. The fact that I could make a man, or a young man in this case, get so mad and flailing, made me feel empowered. I had control. I was the one who could or would not give him such pleasure. Me, with my body --my acts! I realized that soon enough, and never stopped using that weapon since then. I grabbed his shaft and carefully yanked it down a bit to get his dickhead fully exposed in my mouth and went on exploring it with my tongue. It felt really nice and all I wanted to do is to latch on it for eternity. But I wanted more. So, I soon decided to go deeper. I stood on my elbows and positioned my head for deeper penetration and slowly started diving on his dick; getting more and more in my mouth, until it hit the back of my throat. I wasn't trained yet at deep-throating so I gaged a bit and tried to take as much as I could without throwing up a whole pizza on his dick. He didn't seemed discontent from my inability to swallow him whole though and so I slowly started bobbing up `n' down. It felt great --fucking great! My friend had a magnificent dick and I was able to finally enjoy sucking a cock in the comfort of my room with someone who I know and trust. This was heaven to me. This went on for a minute or so when my friend started breathing short and rapid breaths. I immediately draw back as I knew that he was probably about to cum and lo and ho, there came a violent jet of white boy-cream, followed by a few more strings right after. I had been familiarized with cum from other boys' splashing on me, but until then I never had dared to taste anyone's but mine. That changed that night. This boy wasn't anyone strange; this was Riley, my best friend. And I wanted to see how he tasted. Before he had time to relax, I scooped some of his sperm off his belly with my finger and without thinking too much of it, I put it on the tip of my tongue. He was looking at me and his eyes got wide as hell. It tasted salty, and strange, but not gross as I was expecting. I dared to try a few more scoops before deciding that I had enough for my first time. There was a really awkward and palpable silence right after, which made me feel nervous, and I was sure, just by glancing at Riley, that he was feeling the same. Thankfully, he was the one who broke the silence. "Well, that was fucking awesome," he said without looking at me. "So, you liked it?" "Fuck yeah! Had no idea having your dick in a wet mouth could feel so great. I have to admit, I'm still a bit scared though." "Scared of what?" "Uh... Dunno to be honest... I just... feel..." "Like we did something bad?" "Yeah! That!" "Yeah. I get you. Same happened with Tom. He told me `that's why it's called doing naughty stuff', and I think he's right." "So is it normal to feel like that," he asked. "I guess. I think I'm start getting used to it. But, I need to ask," I said and took a few seconds to compose myself. "Are we OK?" "Huh?" "Are we okay? We, the two of us. Are we okay?" "Oh! Yeah! Sure! Yeah! Why not?" "Dunno. Just checking we're okay." "I'm okay. Are you okay?" "I'm fine," I said. "Just a bit worried you might not like it and freak out or so." "Nah, we're cool. Friends forever, remember?" "Friends forever. So, now that you know how it's to be sucked, are we going down to see that damn movie or so; maybe finish the pizza?" "I rather play some Mario, if that's okay with you." "Sounds like a plan. And so we did. We got down, dressed up and plopped down on the cushion on the carpet and played for a while, like nothing `naughty' ever happened between us. To this day I miss that feeling of easiness that only kids have: no afterthoughts, no worries about emotional stuff, no overanalyzing feelings and emotions. We did what we did and right after back to being carefree and happy. Mom came just a bit after midnight, carrying my baby sister in her arms. She expressed no surprise finding us awake and hooked on the TV with the controller in our hands and, as all mothers do, she switched off the TV and sent us up to my bed to sleep. We brushed out teeth and we stripped --once more-- to our undies. This time, though, we both had a constant mischievous smile on our faces which lead to an uncontrollably bust of laughter that seemed impossible to stop. "What on earth are you boys laughing about?" my mom inquired, standing at the door of my room looking at us with a wondering face. "Nothing, mom. Riley told me a joke and it's just so funny," I replied. "Can I hear it as well?" she asked. "Ugh... I rather not," I replied. "Boy's stuff. I get it. Now get in under the covers, boys. Your dad pays good money for us to have all this heat, but that doesn't mean you can stay out like this and not get a cold. We both jumped in my bed which was wide enough to host both of us with comfort and covered ourselves under the warm duvets. We gave my mom a smile, like to show off how good boys we were. She simply rolled her eyes and sigh, adding: `boys' at the end and then switched off the lights. "Nighty-night boys, and make sure you don't make a sound! If any of you wakes up lil' Sarah, we'll all be on tomorrow's papers. Understood!" "Yes, mom!" "Yes, Mam!" She shut the door leaving us in darkness and silence. After a few seconds I heard Riley whispering: "Are you sleepy?" "A bit," I replied, "but not that much. Why?" "I was wondering," he said, and I knew exactly what he would ask. And I was right. "if you'd like to do it again... you know..." "You liked it really that much?" I whispered back. "Ugh-huh. Why? Didn't you like it? Was I bad?" "Shhh! Relax and keep silent. Yeah, I liked it. And yeah, I can do it again. Just make sure you stay silent, and keep your ears open for my mom. If you hear steps or so..." "'Kay" I got closer and felt the warmth of his body. Not strange for a teenager whose blood is boiling. I got my hand straight on his bulge which was rock-hard and hot. "Damn!" I said. "I know. Go on, please." He needn't ask me more. I got my head under the duvets and zeroed in on his dick. This time I didn't spent much time soaking his briefs, which were still damp by the way from my previous ministrations, and got his flesh-rod out of its cotton prison. I licked it with my tongue to get it wet and then put is straight in my mouth. I did my best to please my friend, and having done this with him before, made me feel more relaxed and reassured about my skills. "Use your lips, work that tongue, and make sure your teeth are on vacation', Tom had instructed me. Wise words from an eighteen year old boy from Florida; God bless him! All of sudden I felt Riley's hand coming on my head and grabbing my hair. I stopped still. "Not so fast," I heard him whispering, and then I felt his hand gently pushing me down. I followed his lead and when I felt his hand retracting, I grabbed it and put it back on my head. I liked the feeling of it, and to this day, I hate people who just lay back and don't caress my head while I'm giving head. We got a tempo and although I didn't wore my watch that day, it felt to me that Riley hold for way much longer than the first time. But finally, at some point he started panting and squirming. I knew he was about to come, and it was at that moment that I decided that if I really wanted to be a real queer, I'd had to take what was about to come out of his dick. Instead of pulling back, I went full on his dick; sucking, licking, swirling my tongue around his dickhead. His hand all of sudden locked on my hair and he pushed me down hard. Immediately salty fluids filled my mouth, and almost with a knee-jerk reaction I start gulping them down. I drank it all down, until the last drop. When I felt his hand relaxing, I managed to unlock my mouth from his dick. I stayed still for a few moments, trying to realize the fact that I had my first load of cum in my mouth. The aftertaste was not unpleasant, but not pleasant either. I didn't know at that time, but that's the taste of manhood, and I would soon come accustomed to like it very much. "You okay?" He asked after a while when he got his breath down and relaxed his muscles. "Yeah," I whispered while getting back up next to him. "Did you... swallow my load?" "Yeah, I did." "Why?" I stayed silent for a moment, before answering: "Dunno. 'cause that's what fags do? At least that's what I know. You didn't like it?" "No, no! I liked it. A lot! It feels fucking great, actually." "Good, I'm glad you liked it." "Do me a favor please," he said and his voice got very serious all of sudden. My heart got beating faster. "What?" I asked worrying about something terrible happening. "Don't use that word again please. It's not good." "What word?" "The `faggot' word." "Oh, why?" "'Cause it's insulting!" "But, Riley, you know I'm--" "You're gay! You like boys. Not girls. That's it!" "Shhh! Keep it down!" "Okay, but what I said. Don't call that name to yourself. I don't like it when you talk like that to yourself." "Ugh... Okay? Though I see not the problem. I mean, you know that that's how people will call me at school when they find out, right?" "Those people can call you whatever they fucking like. Nothing we can do `bout that. But you can do something about how you see yourself. So, please, avoid calling yourself that, okay?" "Okay, if that makes you happy." "It does." "Okay then." "Okay." My friend was so ahead of his time. We talked about things boys talk when on a sleepover and at some time we both drifted asleep. I remember repeating my ministrations to him the next night as well, before splitting to spend Christmas with our families. Riley never really managed to learn BASIC, or any other programming language; it wasn't in his system. Not that he was stupid or anything like that; on the contrary, he was bright and had above average grades for entire his student career. And later on, he finished college in economics with good grades as well. We stayed together for the next two years or so. Sucking him off had become almost a standard thing every time we were together; either at my place or his. He managed to grow up a bit more, getting to eight-plus inches, and always thick like a coke can. He became a really good looking man, tall and broad, with tight muscles, but not like those jock-type of guys. It was on his dick that I managed to learn to relax my gag-reflex and give deep-throat blowjobs. We both learned a lot from each other. A few months after that first night that I sucked him, he fucked my ass too. Won't lie: hurt like a bitch! But that didn't stop us. With time I learned to relax myself and lubricate my hole, and he learned how to gently open my butt before plunging his meat-pole inside of me. We'd have butt-sex on an average of once or twice a month. You might wonder about attachments, and it's a valid question. I won't lie. I had feelings for him. But other than the sex, where he was clearly the top without any doubt, he always made clear, in his way, that he was into girls. He liked them, he had normal porn, he looked at them at school. So I managed to repress my feelings to not ruin our friendship, and knew that losing him to some girl was only a matter of time. It happened two years later, when he was seventeen and had his first official girlfriend. We still had casual sex, but as months kept passing by, it became scarcer, until the day that --unknowingly at that time--, I sucked his dick for last time. We both got worried with preparing for college. He had his line of girlfriends, and I had a few secret older men to keep me busy. I was still in the closet; needless to say. He went to a college in Chicago and I got into a college in California. We stayed in touch as friends, with our sex past just being forgotten; never talking about it as if it never happened. We drifted apart and only found him back at the age of Facebook. He's working in a logistics office of a large company to the north. He's married with a good looking woman and has three boys. I hope they've inherited their father's size down between the legs. All in all, they look as a happy family. As for me? I wish I had a nice story to tell you, but I ain't. I had my line of boyfriends, did my wild college orgies in California and came out to my family. My dad still doesn't speak to me to this day. My mom is just accepting it, I guess. My sister got married and had her first baby-girl a couple of months ago. We're in touch and have good relations. For now, I'm in my forties, got a bit too chubby and trying to recover after ending a three years old relationship. I got my two dogs, Boggo and Jacko, and work in a small software company; mostly taking outsourced projects from bigger ones and posting Java memes on the net on my free time. And while browsing the internet one day and watching tech-retro videos, got a strong nostalgia for those days of my youth, and wrote them down for you to read. I hope you enjoyed it. Sex is a beautiful thing --especially when you enjoy it with someone you like, love and care about. Be well. Peace. Out. -California, DEC 2018. --------- This is a work of fiction. The writer is a non-native english speaker; apologies for all the spelling errors. I try my best to improve with time. If you liked this story, you can send me an email at: diastrofikos, add the att symbol and then finish with: live.co.uk