Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 21:25:25 -0500 (EST)
From: high5fiveme (at) lycos (dot) com
Subject: first and last real friend chapter 6

Disclaimer: This is a story of two boys who got involved with each other
fictionally as actors who were over 18 years old. They pretended they were
12 like that little girl who was in the movie that should have been 18 to
play in that movie. So don't read this if you don't believe boys should
have sexual relationships and don't read this if it is illegal and don't
copy this for use somewhere because it is copyrighted probably.

End of chapter 5 excerpted....

I stood up and said "Hey. I can't wait until tomorrow. We can play all day
long and I'll see if I can find some hair and show you when we go to bed
tomorrow night." Tom said, "Yeah, I got a new game called Clue which I will
bring over. It's really fun. And maybe I'll help you find some hair
tomorrow." I swear he then winked but whatever, I had to run cause I had
wasted another minute. On the way home I could only think of what tomorrow
night was going to be like.

First and Last Real Friend...Chapter 6

The doorbell rang, and I rolled over to look at the clock. It was only
8:30; not really time to get up on a Saturday. The Saturday morning
television line up didn't start until 9 am.

"Hi, Tommy, how was you trip?" I could hear my mother asked Tom.

"It's Tom now, mam. Oh, it was great. I got all my new school clothes at my
grandparents." Leave it to Tom to think about his clothes first.

"Oh, good. Well go get that lazy boy of mine out of bed." My mother
requested of Tom.

I jumped out of bed still in my pajamas. We all wore pajamas in those days
unless you spent the night with someone. You took your pajamas if you went
to someone's house who was a new sleepover but usually you just slept in
your tighty whities. But at home you wore your pj's so you could stay in
them until time to get dressed for school, or on Saturdays, you could stay
in them all day if you didn't go out.

My dick came out of my pajamas and was, of course, sticking straight out as
Tom came around the corner and got a glimpse. I moved my pj's to the side
so I could cover my erection as he entered the room. He had the game of
"Clue" under his arm, and as he entered the room, he shut the door.

"Hey, I see you are up already. He said laughing and pointing at my pajama
bottoms." Shit, I think this was the first time he had seen my dick even
though just a quick look. He acted so nonchalant about it that it relaxed
me but not my morning glory because I needed to piss.

After the door was shut. Tom said in a whisper "Did you find any?"

"Did I find any what?"

"Did you find any hairs on your dick. Here let me see." Tom approached me
so quickly that I backed up to the bed. He laid the game on my bed and
reached up to the band of my pajama pants. I hit the bed as I backed up and
grabbed his hands to stop him.

"No stop it." I said seriously.

"Come on, I showed you mine and it's my turn." We had trademarked "my
turn."

I wrestled with his hands, but he had taken advantage of the fact I had
lost my balance, and he got my pajamas down completely exposing my
dick. There it was sticking straight up. It had finally happened. I had
wanted it to happen but not exactly like this. It wasn't true I had seen
his, and his wasn't erect when he showed me his pubes.

There I lay. I thought I would have been embarrassed, but I wasn't at all
and Tom seemed to be taking it all in stride- with my hardon sticking up in
his face.

Like a doctor examining me, Tom reached his hand forward and grabbed my
dick full handed in order to move it aside, and he came closer to look
above the shaft of my dick. Just having his hand on my dick made it throb
but as he leaned his face closer I became slightly faint.

"See there" and with his left finger he brushed a bit of what we could call
"peach fuzz." You got the start really good. It only takes a couple of
months now for them to grow enough and start to change color. I bet I will
have more than you though. "Damn you have some on your balls." And he
stroked them lightly. Then doing something that I had never done to myself,
Tom started moving his right hand up and down on the shaft of my cock with
a very slow stroking motion. He was silent and just staring at my dick.

This was enough, and I was going to explode and piss all over myself so I
came forward and stood up pulling my pants up and started to wrestle with
him putting my hands down in his pants. It was my turn to feel his cock and
see him no pants on. He fought me feebly and basically allowed me to reach
down into his pants. Of course, his dick was hard. It felt as big as mine,
and after I grabbed it and squeezed it a little, Tom just stood motionless
seemingly waiting for me to do something to his dick.

It was very awkward with my hand jammed down between his belt and shorts
besides I wanted a look. I stood back and started unbuckling his pants. I
got everything undone and I lowered his pants, and then I lowered his
underwear. God he had a beautiful dick. We were all uncut in those days and
his head was rather large and took up more of his dick than mine, but in
general, it was pretty similar to mine but it was on him and that was what
was important. One other thing though was his skin above his dick was loose
and had wrinkled up against the head of his cock.

Absolutely, naturally I began to touch his dick as I looked at it. Tom then
pulled down my pajamas again and reached forward to me, but he held my dick
and did more to me than I was doing to him. He stroked me rubbing it up and
down as he had started doing before. I did the same to him a few times but
his stroking me had to stop because of the morning glory relief that I
needed.

"Just a minute I gotta pee so bad. Set up the bowling pins so my mom will
think we are doing something. They are on the right in the closet."

With this I opened the door and looked. The bathroom was only two steps to
my left but was the only bathroom in the house so I wanted to make sure it
was available and no one was looking so my hardon wouldn't be seen. What
would my mother say if she knew I was hard with Tom in the room? The coast
was clear, and I went into piss, which was no easy task. For some reason I
was so excited this morning that I couldn't get it down enough to point in
the toilet while standing up. So I put down the toilet seat, sat down and
leaned forward so I could get my piss in the toilet. I had discovered this
method on desperate mornings. The hardon subsided mostly as I had a "piss
orgasm" enjoying the relief felt by my bladder's quick release. I once had
a Urologist tell me "A happy bladder is and empty bladder." You know when
he said this to me, I flashed back to this moment. I swear.

As I reentered the bedroom, the hardon began to grow because I was thinking
of that beautiful dick on my lover boy. I opened the door and Tom had
already put up the ten pins on my floor. He was hiding behind the door and
let me in slowly. He had his pants down and was stroking his cock. I came
in and shut the door not taking my eyes off what he was doing. I had never
seen that done before. Tom said, "Hey lets play bowling but keep our dicks
hard the whole time. We will call it "jack off" bowling." and he
laughed. "You go first."

Ok, sounds like a new great game "jack off bowling." Now I had heard the
term jack off a lot. It would be an insult. "Awe, just go jack off
somewhere and leave me along." or someone would say, "Where's Bob?"  for
example, and someone else would say "Oh he is `jacking off' in the
bathroom." Now had I any idea what that meant before now?  No. With no
adult to talk to about this stuff and with total embarrassment about
nudity, I had heard the expression a hundred times and just ignored its
meaning. Boy did it look like fun though, and I couldn't wait to complete
my turn bowling. I bowled my two throws while watching Tom to get the idea
on how he did it and instead of setting up the pins for him, I jumped up to
practice jacking off.

I dropped my pajama bottoms and grabbed my cock and started pulling it
quickly. It seemed Tom had done it this way but it wasn't feeling that
good. Tom looked at me while he was putting up the pins and said "Damn,
that's not right." He stood up and came over to me. "Haven't you done this
before?"

I said "Not exactly." But, you know, I think I would have thought of this
anyway because I knew Tom was going to touch me, and this is what I had
wanted all my life: a beautiful boy to caress my dick and stroke it gently
and maybe kiss me and rub his other hand on my bottom as we made love
together.

Tom reached forward and said, "Let me do it. You got to start with two or
three fingers. Then move slowly at first making it feel good."

Well Tom made it feel good, so good. He jacked me off (to use the newly
learned vernacular) as if he were an expert. He used two fingers to start
right on the base of my shaft with his thumb on top. As he did this slowly,
I leaned my head back and hit it on the door. Tom said, "I guess that feels
good."

"Yeah, uh huh, oh...oh" I guess that means yes because he went to three
fingers and went faster pulling my skin harder back and forth. When he got
his entire hand over the shaft and started his movement that included
rubbing the head of my cock, there was that scream from the kitchen  "Phil,
Tommy come get breakfast."

How could my mom interfere with the best moment of my life? Everything
stopped of course and Tom said, "See how it's done. I have to teach you
everything." But he smiled knowing that this game of jacking off was the
best game we had ever taught each other. And like always Tom was one up on
me.

"Your mom called me Tommy, and I told her it was Tom." He whined.  This was
so typical of Tom; he was more concerned with his image than with the
wonderful sex we just had.

I took my pajamas both bottoms and tops completely off in front of Tom in
order to change into something that wouldn't let my dick hang out. All
embarrassment is suddenly gone once you have your dick played with by
someone and showing off to Tom now with a hardon was an activity I planned
to do as often as possible. Tom obliged me by watching my every move.

As I dressed, I said ok on the count of three let's yell "It's Tom now."

"One, two, three. "IT'S.. TOM.. NOW.. MOM!"  I added the mom.

"I don't care who is in there with you. Just bring them out, and I will
feed them." My mom always had to try to win the exchanges.

We went out to the table and found that Tom's mom had called and said he
hadn't eaten or even said goodbye before he left the house.  I can't
understand why I didn't hear the phone. I guess sex blocks out
everything. As far as Tom's lack of manners at home, he had fallen for me
in sixth grade just as much as I had fallen for him. A summer mostly away
from each other was not going to change that love no matter how much the
mothers wanted to control us. So Tom was as eager to come over as I was to
have him over.

Also, I was pretty sure now after my jack off lesson that he had done this
with Ronnie too, but I don't think either one of us could ever love
Ronnie. I knew then and there that since I had figured this jack off thing
out now, I would like to see Ronnie nude and jacking off. In fact, I might
find a few million boys to do this with if I could find them.

I thought maybe after breakfast we could continue our jack off learning
thingy. I knew I could use some more instruction with Tom's hand on my
dick, but when we went back into the room, I learned instead how to play
"Clue." Tom said his dick needed a break.

What a great game "Clue" was and I got lost in trying to win. Tom would
tell me strategies, and if I won because of a strategy that I figured out,
I would tell him what I was doing. We had a relationship with this that I
have never been able to have since with a man. All the relationships since
Tom even if they have been sexual seem to have that element of competition
to win and that win is exclusive.

Mother yelled in sometime after twelve that we should come eat. This time
she yelled, "Mr. Tom and Mr. Phil, lunch is ready." At least this time she
didn't get us in the middle of fucking!!!

After lunch, we were told to go out and play because we needed some
sunshine. You know why didn't this lady just pick everything in my
life. Hmmmm. She did.

Jerry, the next-door fat kid was in his playhouse, and we went and played
with him. I wondered if he jacked off, but I didn't really want him to
touch me. Jerry had been coming up to my bedroom window now occasionally at
night and talking since he could now because I was living on the first
floor. I announced in sort of a competitive way that Tom was spending the
night. I don't know why I had to do this with him but other kids treated
him like that and what did it matter; he never had anyone to spend the
night. To this day I just hope he never became a serial killer or something
else because of the way we treated him.

Three of the other neighborhood boys came up and wanted to play
football. It was three of the boys I had grown up with the last three years
but never had sleepovers because they lived on the same block and mothers
always thought it was easy enough for them to go home at night as to stay
over. My mother would always say "Well, so and so can just as easily go
home and sleep in his own bed." I looked at my three old friends a little
differently this day as I wondered which ones of them jacked off. One of
them was definitely cute enough to practice with but how could I ever bring
it up?

"You wanta play touch or tackle? The boy with the ball yelled.

It was a three to three vote, and I said "Tackle, it is, because I get the
tiebreaker, since it's my back yard." Why I chose tackle this time was
obvious because I could grab the boys and take them down and wrestle a
little with them. Also, I get first pick and you needed fat Jerry on your
side or you could get hurt. I didn't want to wrestle with Jerry, but it
would be nice to see him jack off maybe.

Jack off! Jack off! Jack off! He jacks off; he jacked off; he has jacked
off!   My god my mind was totally obsessed, and I would have grabbed every
guy's dick if I could and jacked him off. Instead I did the next best thing
you could do with clothes on. Every time I tackled or got tackled, I would
wrestle with the kid. I turned the entire game into one big wrestling
match. We would tackle and then guys would pile on and wrestle with all the
guys underneath them. I was probably hard the entire time and didn't care
if anyone knew. I know that I felt a couple of hardons on the guys. Jerry
loved it because he was so big that he would just pin guys and could put
his dick anywhere he wanted to until the boy yelled, "Uncle."

 Tom knew exactly what I was doing and was joining in; he, too, was
sporting a hardon. In fact, even the oldest boy who was 14 got a hardon and
his really bulged.  To this day I think this has to be the horniest period
of time I have ever had. I kept the feeling and my dick hard for probably
well over and hour. My boyfriend had just shown me how to enjoy all these
boys who were "jacker offers."

My dear mother obviously could see this was too much fun and yelled out the
window "Phil, it's time to quit playing so hard." What an appropriate word
she had used. We were all playing "hard."

 Actually, we all were pretty wasted and the wrestling had petered down to
just a little pushing shoving and lying on top of each other. We were all
an absolute filthy mess with mud, dirt, grass stains everywhere on our
clothes and bodies. Several of us had bruises, cuts and abrasions. It was
time to go clean up and patch up our wounds.

Each team threesome threw their arms around each other and left the scene
chanting, "We won, we won, we won."  Tom and I broke off from Jerry when we
got to our door, and we went into the kitchen. I think for the first time,
I had a feeling of affection for Jerry. After all he wrestled with us and
was for a while not the fat kid. He was one of the sexed out boys enjoying
the maleness and bonding that we had done as a group. And here he had to go
home alone and jack off by himself. At least the other boys would go home
and maybe go over to one house and all jack off together. I told you I was
obsessed and this is exactly what I was thinking.

Mother was in the kitchen and saw us and went "Oh my god, Tom's mother is
going to kill me. Take off your clothes right here in the kitchen and I
will wash them immediately."

With this she left and went into the living room so we could strip because
at that age you could never let another persons mom see you in your
underwear. Actually, I was thinking nude, and I took it all off down to
totally nude because I wanted to see Tom nude. Our hardons had gone but
getting nude started to send them up so we ran to my room. I stopped at the
linen closet and grabbed two towels for us to cover up with. We closed my
bedroom door and put on our towels crimping them into a knot on our
waists. Tom stood in front of the mirror and looked at his abrasions and
then took the strong man pose while smelling under his arm. A grimace told
me that we smelled bad; a fact I had not noticed while wrestling.

"Do you want to take a bath first or you want me too." I presented.

"I do, but don't jack off until we both are finished bathing." Tom ordered
me.

"Ok." The Witch Hazel is in the medicine cabinet for you cuts.

Wait. How did Tom know I was thinking about jacking off? I must have sent
it to him telepathically over and over and over.

Tom took forever in the bath. I kept knocking on the door and trying to get
in but he had it locked. I heard Jerry call in from the open window in my
bedroom.

I went to the window and standing there, I flashed him for a few
seconds. Jerry looked straight at my dick which was soft, but he said
nothing. I was becoming so bold it was scary. I just sat on the edge of my
bed and we talked almost until Tom was done. Jerry's mother rang his
bell. A couple of moms did this but mine preferred standing on the front
porch yelling my name.

As Jerry turned to leave, he pulled his hand out of his pants. I hadn't
noticed but he had been feeling himself while he was talking to me.  I said
in a whisper "Hey, Jerry we are going to jack off tonight." This is one
time I wasn't trying to make him jealous, I was just telling him something
that I thought was exciting news.

Jerry looked back at me and said, "I already did after the football game."

"Wow, everyone must be doing this." I thought.

Tom came out finally, and it was my turn. As I went by him I, of course,
had to pull his towel off him. He did the same to me.

"You didn't jack off did you?" I asked.

"No, I am waiting for you because it's your turn. I got something else I
want you to do to."

"Ok, glad you waited. I'll do a good job. What else do you want me to do? I
asked thinking this might be fun.

"I want to give each other blowjobs."

Oh, ok!" With this answer I just took my towel off the floor and looked out
to check the hall and went into the bathroom.

As I lay in the bathtub, I went over the day's events and got hard. I was
so tempted to rub my dick like Tom had done but a promise is a promise. My
feeling in my groin was just so huge though. I tried to think of something
else so I thought about giving Tom a blowjob. What the hell is a blowjob?
Again I had heard part of the  term a lot. When someone said something you
didn't like or you were pissed at him you could say, "Blow me," in
response.

Now a blowjob I had heard before but couldn't quite remember where. I know
it had something to do with what someone got that referred to your
dick. And that was about the extent of my knowledge.

I just couldn't even take my normal length bath because I had to get back
to the bedroom for the jacking off and the blowjob, whatever the hell the
latter was.

When I returned to the room, Tom was dressed. He had a clean shirt he had
brought for the sleepover but had put on my favorite pair of blue, sexy
shortie shorts.

"Why did you get dressed, I thought we were gonna jack off and blow job."

"Hey we had such a good time and have been hard so long lets give our poor
dicks a rest and watch some television. We have all night together." With
this my sexy, absolutely gorgeous boyfriend walked up to me dropped my
towel and planted a huge closed mouth kiss on my lips. He held his mouth
there as he put his hand on my dick and jacked it slowly."

Then he turned as soon as he made me totally hard as a rock and walked to
the door and flung it open so I was exposed to anyone all the way into the
dining area. He turned and winked.  I jumped out of view and got dressed to
go join him in the living room. Tonight was not going to be just any night!