Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2007 12:02:29 -0400 (EDT)
From: high5fiveme (at) lycos (dot) com
Subject: first and last real friend 7

Disclaimer: This story depicts something that boys have been
known to do with each other. That thing is illegal to read
about if you live in a culture that makes such laws and
tells you that you can't read about it if you are a certain
age. Why this is, I am not sure because maybe people need to
know that this happens to some boys and maybe some boys need
to know that other boys have done this. I wish I had had
more than some stupid book to read at this age. Oh well, the
law is the law and we should all be law abiding citizens and
try to change the laws!

End of chapter 6

"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!

First and Last Real Friend    Chapter 7

I waited for a few moments in my room and looked for the
monopoly game. Damn, moving had played hell with my stuff. I
moved some of it myself but not all of it because I wasn't
strong enough to carry the boxes I had filled down my old
stairs at the other house.

"Mother," I yelled from where I stood as this was our way of
communicating, "Where is my monopoly game? Tom and I wanta
play."

"If it's not in your closet, it's probably in a box in the
garage" my mom yelled back from the direction of the
kitchen.

I started out the door to fetch Tom in the living room when
I had a flash of his leaving my room in my sexy shortie
shorts. He was going to be easy to get to in those so I
turned and grabbed a pair of blue swim trunks with sewed in
lining and put them on instead of the pair of pants that I
had first chosen. I went into the living room and Tommy was
glued to "Sky King" on television.

"Hey, do you wanta come help me find the monopoly game in
the garage."

"Sure," Tom said as he turned to look at me. His eyes bulged
out as he looked at me. I had changed my shirt into a white
vest undershirt (today they call them wife-beaters for some
reason) and my swim shorts were like a couple of years old
and fit me too tightly. Even though I was not a dresser like
Tom, I knew how to dress sexy for my boyfriend.

"Wow, that's such a sexy outfit, and he came forward and put
his hand smack dab on my crotch and kissed me on the lips.
Being in the living room with my mother only feet away and
with my boyfriend's hand on my cock gave me enough instant
excitement and suspense that my dick became instantly hard.

I, however, not to be outdone this time or any other time in
the future, I hoped, just reached down between the shortie
shorts that Tom was wearing and grabbed his dick and felt
his three inches of cock come to full erection. "Let's go
jack-off in the garage?" I strongly suggested.

We both headed out the back door which was in the living
room. We had a large detached double car garage in those
days, which was so unusual as few people had the money for
two cars. We entered on the left side where there was no car
as my dad dabbled in real estate sales in addition to his
job so he was rarely home anymore. We entered the old,
rickety wooden garage, and I kept the right double door
almost completely closed because I had plans for some
entertainment.

Luckily, I saw immediately the box with my remaining games
and toys in it so this gave us some time to be in the garage
before mother wondered what was going on. I rummaged quickly
through the box and found the monopoly game near the bottom
of the box, pulled it out and lay it down. Tom had been
standing with his hands down in his pants rubbing his cock
so I stood up and approached him. My dick was so hard and my
pants so tight anyone could tell I was erected and Tom was
taking advantage of looking at me as I retrieved the game.

Tom said, "Hey this place is cool, let's give each other
blowjobs now."

"Uhhh...yeah." I said, absolutely and completely having no
idea whatsoever a blowjob was. "You go first!" I added,
praying that it was something I could learn to do as well as
Tom could do. He must have practiced with Ronnie, but I
wasn't jealous with the thought.

"No, you go first. I thought of it first!" With this he
dropped his pants and I was staring at Tom's three inches of
cock and twenty-nine pubic hairs as he now exposed himself
while jacking off so adeptly.

"Nah, you go first. You probably know how to do it better
and you can teach me." I thought this was a clever way not
to admit that I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed
to do."

"You don't know what to do either do you?" Tom said slightly
embarrassing me except I caught the word "either" in his
statement.

"Not exactly." This was a better choice of words I used than
"I have no idea."

"Well you go first anyway because I thought of it. You are
supposed to put your mouth on my dick. That much I know."
Tom now had given me an ultimatum, and I had no way out.

Yuck, put my mouth where he pees. I don't know about this.
His dick was so inviting but putting my mouth on it was a
thought I had never had.

 "Come on, chicken, just do it." Tom said too loudly. Tom
had obviously thought about it because he was so eager for
me to do it. Well, I have to tell you that in those days the
word "chicken" was all you had to say to get someone to do
something as long as it wasn't jumping off the 24th street
bridge that would have killed you.

Soooo...there I headed, bending down to my knees and Tom
holding his hard dick away from his chest, I opened my mouth
and looked at his thirty eight pubes (they seemed to be
growing in while we were in the garage) and I put my mouth
over his cock, closed my lips and yes, I did it. I blew as
hard as I could!

Of course the closing of my mouth and with nowhere for my
breath to go, my breath escaped around his dick and it made
kind of a farting sound. I stood up and took down my pants
immediately and said "Ok, your turn."

With no further request and no instruction on how I should
have done it. Tom went down and reciprocated the blowjob
with exactly the same result.

He stood up and said, "That's stupid. Why do people do that?
I would rather just jack off."

"Yeah, me too," and I reached forward to do just that to Tom
knowing he would reciprocate with that willingly."

"Phil," the yell was piercing and my brief touch of Tom's
cock was over. "Haven't you found that game yet, you need
some help." My mother was in her OCD, stress mode and needed
to make sure I was doing things the way she wanted and when
she wanted.

"Yeah, we found it." I yelled. "But could you help us learn
how to give each other blowjobs." I didn't yell that but I
should have. I should have had parents or someone older tell
me what at least the words I had heard over and over meant.
I mean we had new vocabulary words and spelling words to
learn every week in school but "jack off" and "blowjob," I
must have been sick that week.

"Come on back in and play your game then." My mother
finished her organizing.

Tom and I pulled up our pants and Tom looked at my cock
inside the too short swimsuit and said. If we are going to
play around the house, you better change those shorts. You
are just too obvious."

We left the garage and my mother was waiting to make sure we
were coming. From a distance she couldn't see I was bulging
badly in the tight shorts but she yelled, "Phil, why are you
wearing those old swim trunks. I told you to get rid of your
old clothes when we moved. Go change them right now."

"Yes, mom." I responded. In my mind I wanted to obey Tom
instead, as he had already suggested it. The rest of my life
I would rather take Tom's logical wishes of me rather than
orders from my mother. I loved Tom; he was bringing me into
a new world, and I might have jumped off that 24th street
bridge if he had asked me.

I affectionately threw my arm around Tom and got close to
him while holding the monopoly game over my exposed bulge.
My shortie shorts hid Tom's bulge because they were a little
baggy plus he had his underwear on which kept his cock
upright to his body.  As we walked to the house I had an
extreme tingling feeling throughout my body, and I know he
was experiencing the same because he through his arm around
me and looked affectionately into my eyes. I wanted to kiss
him for coming to the garage with me and being my boyfriend
and teaching and learning with me. Damn it! Why was I not
allowed to?

We entered the house and went to my room together. I changed
with Tom watching every movement I made as I stripped with
my cock sticking up, protruding above my vest. It was so
exciting to me, and I felt faint parading in front of him
exhibiting all that I had to offer. We decided though that
we again should just play Monopoly now and wait to jack off
and mess around till we went to bed. We had not figured out
that jacking off and having an orgasm relieved the hardon
for periods of time and keeping these hard-ons for such long
periods was agonizing at that age.

In the living room with the television on fairly loudly so
as not to be heard, we played our monopoly game and made
sexual comments and did a lot of touching of each other
until dinner time. After dinner we were back to our game.
Monopoly is a long, long game that takes hours to play if
both know how to play it. Tom and I loved the game. We made
it longer and longer by loaning each other money for future
promising to pay and sometimes just forgiving a debt when
the person landed on a hotel with the promise of a sexual
favor. Of course, the sexual favor was only rubdowns or jack
offs. One of us and I think it was Tom said once when I hit
a hotel and was out of the money to pay him the thousand I
owed "Hey, I'll take ten bucks off for a blowjob and 990 off
for fifteen minutes of jacking."

That would have to have been the cheapest blowjob ever
offered to anyone. If we had only known the truth, the price
would have been reversed.

I don't remember how we ended the game. It could have been
won finally or mother could have told us to go to bed, but I
would like to think in today's terms that we just got so
horny with the hours of hard-ons that we headed off to fuck
each others brains out.


Back in the bedroom we undressed for bed. It's all hazy in
my memory what really happened for a while before we got in
bed because the hours and hours of sexual innuendos and
touching had turned my mind into jelly.

I only started to remember when I was under the sheets. It
was a nice night and the wind was slightly blowing through
my open window. There was a full moon, which I remember
distinctly and the room was well lit by the man-in-the-moon
who was looking in at us.  We were nude, and I said to Tom,
"I want show you something. Get on your tummy."

This time it was my ultimatum that was heeded by Tom. I
threw off the sheet and sat up looking down at Tom's
awesome, awesome, double awesome, smooth butt, which I had
rubbed so many times. Tom was tan all over. The same tan
everywhere because he had been at his grandmothers where he
told me earlier in a whisper they sunbathed nude.

My heart sped up as the wet-dream images came to my mind. I
wanted in him badly. I wanted to get inside my lover. Crawl
in through his little hole and warm up beside his heart. I
heard a rustle just outside the window but ignored it,
passing it off to be the wind. I separated his cheeks
slightly and looked for his hole. He spread his legs and I
placed my dick right over his hole. I lay down as in my
dreams and pushed, but it didn't go in. However, it felt
really good as it slide along his crack. I tried again and
no insertion happened but again the feeling was awesome and
my thought of being on top of him made me dizzy. Again and
again I pressed and nothing went in but again and again I
felt better. Tom began moving up and down with his hips. I
knew the sensation he was having as I had rubbed against my
bed many of times. I then just laid my entire body weight
down on my lover and continued with my pumping and humping
action. I laid my head next to Tom and breathed into his
ear. We were lying nude exposed to the world out my window
and we began to fuck, as we only knew how. Again noise from
the wind outside hit my ears but I was so consumed with my
dick on my lover's ass that I could only continue humping
him. Tom began to rhythm with me moving his hips up and down
driving his cock into the bed sheets for pleasure. His face
was turned towards mine and breathed into each other's
mouths. My jamming my cock onto his ass continued. I kissed
the back of his neck and for some reason grabbed his arms
and squeezed him with all my force. Tom took one last thrust
of his cock into the bed and stiffened up without moving. I
heard a noise from him I couldn't explain. I went on several
more poundings of my dick up against his butt checks and
then the same happened to me. I think though I let out a
noise.

It was over. I wanted to say, "Your turn." But my mind must
have said, "Your turn for what?" There was nothing more. My
boyfriend for life and I had just both had an orgasm
together. We had fucked without really being able to do it
right. Hell we didn't fucking have a clue what "right" meant
about any of this.

We ejaculated no sperm, precum or anything yet. It wasn't
exactly like my wet-dream, but it felt as good. It felt good
because I did it on top of Tom or with Tom or something. It
took years before I really knew what this night meant. And I
don't know if Tom ever totally really knew that this was our
honeymoon night. The days perfect events and love that we
shared for and entire day had just been consummated in this
one act.

I rolled off Tom and went to my side looking at the window
taking in the beauty of this evening when I saw a head turn
and leave towards Jerry's house. My honeymoon had been
caught on tape by the memory of Jerry. I smiled to myself
and never told Tom what had happened nor did I mention it to
Jerry that I knew what he had seen. I guess all good
weddings need a "best-man," but I really never heard that he
was there for the wedding night's event!