Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 17:00:51 -0400 (EDT)
From: high5fiveme (at) lycos (dot) com
Subject: first and last real friends 10

Read first. Request of the author. I have just realized that
absolutely no one including both my editors has been reading
my disclaimers. Finally, someone whom I think is from nifty
read one of them and said it was great. Hell yeah, they are
great. Please, go back and read all of them. They are an
integral part of my stories. Every one of my disclaimers is
different, and I am trying to say something with them. So
here is what I want to disclaim about this chapter. I want
to disclaim that anyone who is not old enough to read this
shouldn't. But whoever has determined this rule should just
go fuck themselves because what happens in this story does
happen and has happened because it happened to me. Now if
someone had walked in and arrested me for doing it, I would
have been shocked. Well, guess what? I have been shocked
about a whole lot of shit in my life but fucking this kid in
this chapter is not actually something that bothered me in
life. Well, he fucked me actually. Oh well, even that didn't
bother me cause I am a guy, and I get over things. So if you
are too young to read this, it is too bad because you
should, but you can't cause you are too young by whatever
the law in your area tells you. But if you read it anyway,
what the fuck! You read it, and don't blame me for not
telling you not too. Well, I say for the umpteenth time, we
all do some things in our life we are not supposed to do.
Don't we? Ok, now you can go read this if you are old
enough. And if you aren't old enough to read it but
do..then, shammy...shammy.on you!


End of chapter 9

Some things never change, and I had to say goodbye to Tom
telling him in a whisper that I would call him about my
rendezvous with Jim.

Tom got the last words of the day that I remember, and they
were prophetic, "Yeah, great! Call me, I wanta hear all
about it.  I just hope your cute boy isn't as weird as his
dad."


Chapter 10   First and Last Real Friend


I was so confused. I had no idea what was happening to my
mind or my body. There was no one in my life to ask or find
out from, except my lover, Tom, who was going through the
same things I was going through. We lived in the same
culture at the same "Brokeback Mountain" times in our lives.
But we were the blind leading the blind. You know, though,
now that I make that comparison, I wonder if we weren't
really the curious searching for enlightenment. That
enlightenment was never to come from anyone.

There is one thing I knew in the moment and that was I
wanted this new boy, Jim, in a way I couldn't understand. I
thought about him all evening. His beautiful body with all
its tight, smooth skin. His blondness. Boy I loved his
blondness!  I still love that. The memory of blond is frozen
in my fetish mind, forever. Now not only did I have my
boyfriend Tom, here was also another boy who seemed to want
me too. Jim had asked me to come over tomorrow, and he
wanted to teach me to wrestle better. He must care for me as
Tom cared for me. Did I have another new boyfriend? Was my
mother was right for once? I would find new, wonderful
friends at this new school.

At school the next day, I could hardly wait to see Jim in
P.E. class. Mr. Collins barked to dress in full suits with
shirts this day and go to the gym. I didn't see Jim until
the last minute entering the gymnasium because he seemed to
be over talking to some older boys. When I passed Mr.
Collins this time, I got the friendly butt slap I had seen
him do to other boys yesterday, and I swear he winked at me.

In the gym I thought I would team up with Jim, as isn't that
what guys who were going to have sex later would do? But Jim
was hanging out with some other kid on the other side of the
gym as today was rope climbing day. There were not many
ropes to go around and I just shared one rope with maybe ten
kids. I had never done or seen this and wasn't really good
at it but managed to get by. When I looked at Jim across the
way. He actually managed to show off once going up the rope
using his arms only. God that was strength.

Back in the locker rooms the same kids got undressed and
headed to the showers that had done that the day before. Jim
passed by me following a bigger, good-looking kid with some
hair on his cock and Jim said, "Meet me after school at the
south door."

"Hmmm..ok.do you." I couldn't finish my sentence as he
walked away. I wanted to wait for him to come out nude and
dress in front of me like yesterday. I guess he just didn't
want to seem too obvious so I just dressed and left with as
big a boner as I could have just thinking about what was
going to happen after school.

I went to the south exit when all classes let out, and Jim
was already there. Just looking at him made me start to get
hard. We started to walk to his house, which he said was
about a mile away. It was well west of where I lived though,
but his home was in about the same kind of neighborhood. I
don't remember anything about the conversation we had on the
way to the house, but I noticed about a block from Jim's
house that he had a hard-on. I put my arm around his
shoulders. For me this hard-on was a sign of affection. Jim
reciprocated by putting his arm on my shoulder.  I was so
excited as here was another beautiful boy in my life with
whom I could be friends and introduce to Tom and we could
all be friends. Tom was going to share Ron with me and I was
going to share Jim with him.

We got to Jim's house and dropped everything at the front
door, and Jim said, "Strip to your underwear." I gladly did
this as I thought of how Tom and I would get down to this
state all the time before we did massages and butt rubs.

I was weak with that sexual feeling as I watched Jim take
off everything and get down to his tighty whities. As were
his gym trunks too small, so was his underwear. His cock
bulged hugely and his cute little head came out the top of
the elastic. He demonstrated three to four full inches in
his undies and made no attempts to hide his sexual prowess
or interest in me. Jim went to his garage in this state and
brought back a wrestling mat and said, " Ok you on the
bottom."

I was excited by the forcefulness of his commanding me. I
got down, and we began the wrestler pose. Jim pinned me the
first time as I succumbed easily to his pressure. I must
admit I didn't have the usual strength I had because I was
weak as I always was when Tom and I massaged or went
further.

During the first pin, Jim put his hot little cock in my face
as a part of his pinning process. If he had been nude, I
would have had his dick in my mouth. During the second pin,
which was not an official pin but just fine with me, he had
me on my stomach and him on my back with his dick on my
crack through his underwear. The next pin, he got more bold
and stuck his dick up into my face and lowered his
underwear. He said, "Put it in your mouth." I obliged but
did not know what do then. Jim seemed a little pissed. We
started again, but this time he just pulled my pants off me
and took his off exposing his beautiful little cock.

I was so horny and getting weaker by the moment. Then Jim
started his hard breathing as he had done to pin me the
first two times in the gym. Our bodies were hot together and
beginning to smell after a day of school and me not
showering. Jim began to take control and I mean a forceful,
angry, almost violent control of me. He turned me and he
slammed me on the mat. I was on my back helpless. He pinned
my arms down on the matt to the point, with my weakness, I
had no control or say so. Jim then proceeded to hump his
cock against my dick as he looked at me with a wild look in
his eyes. It didn't feel that good because he wasn't doing
it slowly as Tom and I did together. It hurt me as his dick
pressed into my balls and squeezed my little sack against my
legs.

I said. "Stop that hurts." My request seemed to cause Jim to
go harder and harder pounding his dick into me, into my nuts
and anywhere he wanted to go.

I struggled but to no avail. I just didn't have any strength
to resist. I chose the option of best choice and that was to
lie there and let him have his way with me. This is not what
I had envisioned. There was no kindness here. There was no
love or even friendship. Jim didn't invite me home to show
me anything about wrestling. He invited me there to do this,
whatever the fuck this was.

Jim finally came. In fact, he came violently with sperm. He
didn't have a lot but enough. More sperm than I had seen
from Tom's little dribble. But it all didn't seem to matter.
As he came he looked me in the eye with this satisfied
animalistic look. It was horrible.

Jim just got off leaving the sperm on me and stood up with
his dick immediately beginning to go limp. I had lost my
hard-on earlier and thought that this isn't how I wanted to
learn how to get rid of hard-ons so I could swim in the
nude.

As I was lying there trying to figure out how to get rid of
the sperm on my dick and chest, the back door opened and Mr.
Collins walked in. I was scared as shit and grabbed for my
underwear and started to put it on. Jim did nothing but stay
there nonchalantly picking up his underwear. Mr. Collins
walked in the room and saw us nude. He just said, "Oh Jim,
you've been teaching Phil how to wrestle better?" With that
he went off down the hall to a room in the back.

Jim responded something facetious like, "Yeah, he is a lot
better now."

I was humiliated, betrayed and just wanted out of there. I
went to the kitchen and took care of the sperm myself with a
paper towel as Jim didn't seem to give a shit about me or
what had just happened. I said, "Well, I gotta go. I have
lots of homework."

Jim's only response was. "Yeah, ok. See you later."

I thought, "Not if I can help it."

I got out of that torture chamber and took off running. I
got only a few feet from the house when my tears began to
flow. I started to run to my house, but I couldn't go there.
I had stayed so short a time and couldn't go home. I needed
to call Tom and tell him what had happened. So instead I
just headed to his house praying he was there.

By the time I got there I had my wits about me, but when Tom
opened the door and I saw my lover standing there smiling at
me, I just let go crying uncontrollably. I pushed my way by
him and into his house. Tom had no idea what was happening
but followed me into his couch where I collapsed burying my
head into the pillows. Tom came up behind me and in his
usual consoling way sat down and lay on my back. Tom knew
something was terribly wrong, and for the first time I had
seen him, he lost it. He started to cry.

He didn't just cry but he hugged me and cried as much as I
was. Tom just kept saying all the time, "What's wrong?
What's wrong?"

"I had no word to describe what had happened because the
word "rape" didn't enter my vocabulary for years after that
so I just said, "Jim's and asshole."

It took us some time to calm down because I had
empathetically passed on my mental pain to my boyfriend.
When the crying stopped I told Tom exactly what had happened
and he said, "Fuck, that. That's not what guys are supposed
to do together."

Then Tom leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "Wanta
come see something, I think I figured it out.'

Why Tom whispered to me, I don't know because no one was
home.  But since it was so surreptitiously spoken, I figured
it had to be something sexual.  I said, "Yeah," not
hesitating because to a guy even if you are raped, you have
to get back up on the horse. Just get another horse is our
motto! And Tom was my horse for sure.

Tom led me into the front half bathroom. He stood up on a
stool so he could look into the mirror, and he dropped his
pants. He wasn't hard at all since we were crying only
seconds before. He began to jack himself off while looking
in the mirror obviously admiring himself. He was hard within
moments.  I sat on the toilet with the lid pulled down. His
cock and balls bobbing up and down made me hard, but I just
watched. He would look over at me and then back into the
mirror. He jacked himself faster and faster. I didn't know
what to do but watch. I love Tom's dick. It would be all
mine someday to do what I wanted with it, but for now I was
getting a show.

Tom put his hand on his little balls one of which seemed to
be disappearing. He rubbed between his legs alternating
looking at me and at himself in the mirror. He said, please
drop your pants. I didn't hesitate as this wasn't Jim
telling me to do something, and so I unbuckled and did so
lowering them slowly as not to hurt my dick as it popped out
over my underwear. No sooner had I dropped my pants, I saw
Tom stare straight at my dick and the muscles in his face
tightened and the muscles in his chest tightened and his
legs went stiff and he came! But not the cum from before,
but a cum with shots of liquid coming out of his little pee
hole. Two strong shots came and went on the floor and then a
few dribbles of sperm came out covering the little helmet on
the shaft of his cock.

Tom did not let out much noise, but I could tell he had
enjoyed it as his eyes shut and he threw his head back
breathing a little heavier.

I just said, "Wow, that is so cool. How did you do that?" I
don't know how I could expect an answer to that question
because no boy knows how he did it the first time. It just
happens. Then after that it just keeps happening for the
rest of your life if you stay healthy.

Tom then did something that blew me away. He put a finger on
the tip of his cock and picked up ever so little of the
sperm and took it to his mouth for a taste. He said, "It's
salty." With this he broke out laughing, got off the stool
and started to clean everything up.

Tom was the next one to speak as I was stilled amazed at
what I had just seen him do. Yes, Jim had some sperm, but I
didn't want to see his because I had never asked for it. Tom
was my volunteer lover, and he could do whatever he wanted
with me, as I knew he cared. Tom said, "After you do this,
you don't feel horny for quite awhile and don't get hard-
ons."

 So that is what Ronnie meant. You just have to do it at
night and before you go to school and after school and
whenever you feel horny.

We finished up in the bathroom, and I don't remember
anything I said for the rest of my stay there, but Tom asked
me, "Do you feel better now, cause my mother will be home
from the store soon and you better go or she will call and
talk to your mother about your being over."

Again, here I had a boyfriend who could cum and then in a
few seconds be logical. I loved this kid. I took off for
home, which was only three blocks.

I was actually able to tell my mother I had a wonderful time
at Jim's because that is what she wanted to hear, but my
interest was to run to my room and shut the door and start
to jack off.  I had to get this sperm out of my dick. It
seemed everyone in the seventh grade must be having it but
me.

The rest of the evening events will probably bore you and
probably aren't worth describing except I destroyed my dick.
I jacked off before dinner and nothing happened. I jacked
off for hours after dinner and nothing happened. I looked
down at my dick and the skin looked like it had shriveled
up, and I had gone from cut to uncut. Uncut, of course, was
not a condition of a dick I would learn about until my
thirties when I saw my first uncut dick. The point is, my
skin had loosened up from all this jacking off that the head
was now being covered by the skin on my shaft loosened up by
the jacking.

Finally, I am lying in bed exhausted. I got to go to sleep
for school tomorrow, and I start to image Tom in the
bathroom. I thought of how good he looked with a hard-on. My
dick stiffened with this thought, and I stroked it as I had
been all evening. I pictured what it would have been like to
get nude in front of him so he could see me jack off at the
same time. I thought he might want to come down off that
stool and get close to me.  I kept jacking a little faster.
Maybe he would want to come over and put his dick over mine
as he jacked so when he came that sperm would shoot on me. I
jacked my cock very fast.  In fact, when he cums, I want it
all over me, and I saw Tom shoot several jets of sperm onto
my chest and onto my waiting cock...Fuckkk.I started to feel
stiff all over.my own cock began to jerk.my legs stiffened
as my muscles spasmed. I let the image of
Tom's sperm occupy my whole brain as if I were in some
virtual reality world. Tom's sperm hit my cock in this
fantasy world I had created.my new found sperm shot from
mine.

It wasn't just the couple of shots Tom had but loads of it.
I had stirred up twelve years of those little buggers hiding
in me, and they all decided to come out to live on the
outside world.

I looked down at what I had done and even though feeling
totally spent of all energy, I could see my accomplishment
lying on my stomach. And that wouldn't be the last time I
did that. In fact it became a regularity that follows me to
this day. Hell once, twice, three times a lady..hmmm.no I
will change that song to: once, twice three times a boy.
Have a boy, think of a boy. That works for me.