Date: Wed, 04 Apr 2007 21:56:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: high5fiveme (at) lycos (dot) com
Subject: First and Last Real Friend 9

Disclaimer: This is an illegal story about two boys. Well,
actually there is nothing in the story that is illegal
because boys can have sex if they are around the same age.
But it is illegal for you to read it if you are the same age
as these boys or if you are maybe even older up to age 18
most places, and I don't know in your country or county or
whatever age it might be. So you explain to me why something
that is not illegal to do is illegal to read about? I dunno?
So if you are under 18, don't read about this in case you
might justify in your mind that it is ok to do. Thank you.
From the author of this stupid story.

End of chapter 8

We played Clue for as long as we could just talking and
talking about what was going to happen tomorrow, and how we
would still be able to see each other. Tom's optimism and
plans made me feel a lot better and the conversation had
made my dick go soft. Tom seemed spent and not interested in
anymore sexual play. I was still horny but went along with
Tom. When a boy has orgasmed and come out of his zone, you
will not get much out of him sexually after that for a
while. Tom was exhibiting that now, but for me still in a
semi-horny state, it was enough to just continue to admire
my lover and say a lot of  "Uh, huhs to the things he was
saying." I let Tom do the talking the rest of the time as I
plotted my sex life with him and how we could get together
for my next "Your turn!"

First and Last Real Friend    Chapter 9

The first school day was scary to say the least; Tons of
schools dump into Hoover junior high which was just seventh
and eighth graders. We had done a walk-through with our
schedules in hand during the summer, so I knew where to go
more or less. The sheer mass of kids in the hallways,
though, was overwhelming in itself especially because some
of the kids looked so old. Some boys had small mustaches,
and one dark boy had a beginning beard it looked like. And
the girls, well I didn't pay much attention to the girls,
but some had breasts bigger than most women you see. Then
again some kids looked like they didn't even belong there
but belonged back in fourth grade. I don't think I had ever
noticed the difference in kids until now. If I had just
known the word hormone back then, it would have explained it
all.

Now, I could tell you all about the first day and all about
the new friends I met and all about my classes and teachers,
and I could run this story on and on through these
experiences, but I am not going to tell you anything about
seventh grade but a couple of experiences I had. The reason
for this is simple: I absolutely, completely have blocked
this year of my life out of my mind, and I have no idea why.
I remember four people only- one teacher, one boy named Jim
and then Tom and Ron. It is the worst remembered time of my
life, and I can guess that it is because of the shock that I
had coming sometime during the year.

That first day was no different for my memory except I
remember gym class because I was petrified of it, since we
were going to swim nude. I, also, remember wearing the
tightest pair of underwear to keep my dick in tact for the
school day. It had worked as my hard-ons came and went all
day without people noticing, I think. It seems to me, also,
that gym class was before lunch or else my mother would have
worried that I would drown after eating if I went into the
water with a full stomach.

Anyway, I went to the locker rooms, which is where the class
started. We brought an outfit of some school color for the
times we did the gym part. The thing was this first day, you
didn't know when you were going to wear the outfit or when
you were going to go in nude to the pool. I am not sure why
they swam nude. I think I heard the explanation that they
didn't want the boys to have wet swim trunks in the lockers.
The girls, however, wore suits. I later made up my own
theory.

There were several groups of boys in the locker room. But
today I got lucky, the coach whom we were to call Coach
Collins announced that we would be working in the gym week
one, outdoors week two and in the pool week three. I was
elated as I could have time to figure out Ron's theory about
jacking off.

Mr. Collins barked at us to change into our gym shorts only
and go into the gym. Mr. Collins seemed friendly enough
because he hung out in the locker room while we all put on
our shorts. It was not necessary to undress because we just
put the shorts on over our underwear. I looked and saw other
boys nude heading to the showers as their coaches told them
they were swimming. I, of course looked away. There was one
thing funny though. There was a group of older boys that
were right next to us and a lot of them were taking off
their underwear and putting this funny thing on that showed
their butts and then putting their shorts on. Most of the
boys who did that had big dicks and hair. I stared a little
at that but didn't get hard I think because I was amused at
the costume.

Mr. Collins told us to hurry and patted a couple of boys on
their butts as if to hurry them up. I thought Mr. Collins
was really cute for a man. He had blonder hair than most
really blond boys you see, and he seemed pretty young, but I
never paid attention to age back then so I couldn't tell. He
was awfully short though, as I remember I came up to his
chin. I walked by him slowly hoping I could get a smack on
the butt but no such luck.

In the gym they had mats everywhere and Mr. Collins said,
"Pair up we are going to wrestle."

"Wow that's great," I thought. "I love to wrestle with my
friends." Then I thought, "Oops, that means hard-on time if
the boy is cute."

A kid tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey, lets you and
me wrestle." When I turned I saw someone I had not paid
attention to because of all the excitement of being in gym
class. The boy I was looking at was stunning. He was
slightly smaller than me with hair as blond as Coach
Collin's hair. It was cut in the popular marine cut of the
times. He had perfect facial features and a tight muscular
looking upper body and legs that were well defined with
muscles. And he had bought his gym shorts about two sizes
too small which showed off his nice butt cheeks and would
show a hard-on if he got one.

"Sure," I said to him as I could feel my dick start to
harden.  I knew I was going to get hard wrestling with him
as he was better looking than Tom believe it or not.

After what seemed like forever for everyone to pair up and
me to keep adjusting the baggy part of my shorts over my
hard-on, the coach took the biggest kid in the class and got
him down on all fours and showed us how to start. He then
explained the first move we could make on top. Coach Collins
snuggled right up to the big kid, and then took him down in
one swift move, turned him over and pinned him. I had never
wrestled with rules or anything but looking at this boy next
to me, I thought he would be no problem because I out
wrestled just about anyone my size or smaller. The only
problem was the hard-on I clearly had in my shorts. This kid
might not see it, but he will feel it when we wrestle.

So we all took a spot around the room and my partner said,
"I'll start on top first."

"Ok" was the only syllable out of my mouth. We got into
position, and the boy put his arm on my left arm with me on
all fours and his arm tightly around my waist practically
taking my breath away. The coach waited till he got everyone
in place while I enjoyed this kids smooth skin on my back.
He was breathing hard into my ear, and I thought he was
getting pretty sexual. Then the coach said, "Go."

 Literally before I could move, the boy grabbed across my
body with his left hand that he had on my left arm and took
my other support arm our from under me. He flipped me on my
back, put his right arm between my legs, threw his chest on
top of my shoulders and into my face and lifted by entire
butt off the ground. This had happened faster than I can
explain it. The coach came over while I was practically
gasping for air under the weight of this boy's wonderful
body lying in my face and his arm on my erected cock and he
yelled, "Pinned. Way to go Jim."  The coach then went around
the room deciding all the matches one by one.

Jim let me down slowly while he was breathing hard as if he
had run the 100-yard dash. He leaned back, however, onto my
cock leaving his hand under my butt. I was stunned, ego
shattered and happy to have this boy touching my cock all at
the same time. Jim was staring at me very strangely while he
caught his breath.

I just put my arms behind my head and said, "Jim, huh, how
does the coach know your name already."

"He is my dad. What's your name?"

I didn't answer for a second as I figured out why he was so
strong. His dad is a coach so he probably can do all the
sports and does so by the looks of his body. "Phil" I
answered after my thoughtful pause.

"Well, you haven't wrestled before have you." Jim said to me
with kind of a smirk on his face that indicates the attitude
of "I know how to and you don't." He was all along keeping
his right side over my dick which served two purposes: one,
pleasure for me in the thought of having him there and, two,
he was hiding it from the other boys who had finished
wrestling and were waiting for the next instruction from
Jim's dad. The strange thing is Jim wasn't hard so I wasn't
sure if he didn't like me or if he had discovered Ron's jack
off secret.

I don't think I even had time to come up with some statement
as to my wrestling abilities to answer Jim, when his dad
told the class to reverse positions.

I got over Jim and put my arm around his chest, which was
expanding as he breathed deeply. He was psyching himself up!
I suddenly realized that's how he did it. I put my other arm
on his left arm. This time I didn't have time to even think
as all the boys knew what to do now and got into position
quickly. Coach Collins said, "One, two three go!"

This time I just took my hand off Jim's arm and put it
around his waist so he couldn't grab my limbs. I clasped my
arms together and held on for dear life. I was strong and he
wasn't that big. My hard-on went away quickly as I used my
adrenaline in a defensive mode. I had no idea how to pin
Jim, but I was going to make him work to pin me. Jim came
over and had me on my back, but he had no leverage with his
arms to do a thing. And I was holding him on top of me
facing the same direction. This lasted a few seconds when
Jim did something I cant explain, but suddenly he got us
both up to our feet and manage to bend over and throw me
over his head and back down to the mat and released himself
from my bear hug. Well, that was it. I was pinned in a
couple of seconds. Luckily, this time when the coach yelled'
"Pinned," I had already heard it from about five other
groups.

This time, Jim was really out of breath and had expended a
lot of energy and adrenaline. He got off immediately from me
and just sat beside me, knees pulled up breathing hard and
saying, "Well, you are learning. One rule is when you are
outmatched you just hold on if you are as strong as your
opponent and hope for a draw."

I was so infatuated with Jim, I could only just sit there
and say very little but just look at his body. This didn't
help, as I would start to get hard again till we had to
restart. The coach would give us some instruction which I
tried to follow but it always seemed to be in the form of
his taking one of the boys and wrestling with them to show
us what he thought we should do. After three times, I don't
think anyone paid much attention because it just seemed like
a bunch of shirtless boys who now were sweating and smelling
up the place with their body odor as they enjoyed each
other's bodies.

We did this a few more times with me finally causing a draw
the last two times near the end as Jim had told me to go for
the bear hug. Once Jim had no energy left and I had hardly
used any energy, he was no match for me but I had no skill
to pin him.

We stood up and went back to the locker room where we were
told by Coach Collins we could take a shower if we wanted
to. Boy I sure didn't want to, but Jim took off his clothes
in front of me displaying the perfect cock to go along with
his perfect everything else. His skin was kind of wrinkled
though unlike mine which was taut but he had a large head
and limp it definitely the same size as mine. He had told me
to wait there for him to come back, which I gladly did. I
watched as the few daring boys went into the shower. It was
a mixture of pure beauty. Boys were in various states of
gorgeous body builds and prebubesents. Some had large dicks
that hung low with large balls. Others had tiny things that
were all shriveled up. All the taller boys had some pubes
while most had none. The truth was that not one of them was
hard which really worried me because I was hard as a rock
watching all this.

Jim's dad stood outside the showers and passed out towels as
the boys came out. He seemed very interested in watching the
boys like I was doing. Jim stopped and spoke to him, and I
saw his dad agree to whatever Jim said.

Jim walked up to me and while drying off totally unabashed
by nudity, he talked to me saying, "Hey, do you wanta come
over tomorrow after school, and I will give you some
wrestling lessons?

For a moment I was speechless, I knew he turned me on, but
he had been so competitive. Here he was though obviously
showing off his dick to me asking me to come over.  Was he
really going to become a new jack off partner or what? He
knew I had a hard on during our wrestling, and now I was
getting invited to his house! What was his motive?

"Yeah, but I have to ask my mother," I replied to his
question as that was the standard answer of every kid in
those days.

"Well, get out a piece of paper and write down my phone
number." Jim said. He just kept drying himself off in front
of me getting his dick closer and closer to my face as I
opened my notebook to take out a pencil. I swear he was like
one foot from me when I asked him his number.

Jim said "Victor 5- 4680." I wrote it down in shaky
handwriting as I could detect his cock was beginning to
grow. All the other boys had pretty much dressed when Coach
Collins yelled over to his son that he better hurry up. Damn
couldn't he have waited so I could see how big his erection
was?

I walked home with a smile on my face and went in the door
telling my mom what a wonderful day I had and that I had met
a new fuck buddy and wanted to go over to his house and jack
off.

By now you know I just kid about all this, but at least I
knew that my mother would be happy about the new friend
shit.

"Oh, great. Sure, you can go." My mother responded with a
gleam in her eyes. "But I have to call and talk to his
mother first. I told you that you would meet new friends.
How were the new girls?" My mother went on to ask me with
wickedness in her voice. She had never once mentioned girls
or girlfriends when I was in grade school.

"Oh, hmmm, oh.I uh.I have to call Jim and tell him I can
come. His dad is Coach Collins, the gym teacher." My answer
was just not there for me to explain the girls as big tits
meant nothing to me, and that is all I had noticed about
some of the girls.

"Ok, but let me talk to his mother." I was instructed to do.

I went to the only phone in the hallway dialing the numbers
that corresponded to "Victor" and then 54680.  Jim answered
after about eight rings.

" Hello, Jim, it's Phil. I can come over tomorrow. What are
you doing?" I think I asked the last question because I was
thinking about how long it took him to get to the phone and
maybe he was lying in his bed totally nude jacking off
because he was so horny from wrestling with me.

"Nothing." Jim answered bluntly. This was not exactly the
answer I would have preferred.

"Is your mom home, my mom wants to talk to her." This again
was a standard statement after you got to call someone.

"Nope she is working." Jimmy said.

I was a little taken back by this because not many mothers
worked that I knew, but this meant we would be home alone
after school. My heart beat a little faster with this
thought.

"What's your number, I will have her call after work?" Jim
added.

I gave him my number and we didn't even carry on the
conversation because I knew my mother was listening like a
hawk watches its prey. The telephone was not like the
privacy of your room. Maybe Dr. Spock didn't have phones
when he wrote his book or something, but I rarely could get
in a conversation with anyone without it being heard from
the hallway by everyone.

I so needed to call Tom about the day and thought I could
give it a try cause his phone was much more private since it
was in his parents room. I yelled, "Jim's mother isn't home
but she will call after work. I'm calling Tom."

"Ok, I'm going to get the clothes off the line." My mother
yelled back. Someday I will figure out why we yelled when we
were twenty feet from each other.

I heard the side screen door slam behind my mother just as
Tom answered.

He said hello, and I just hit him with a barrage. "I met
this cute guy today, oh god he is so beautiful. He has a
great body and blond hair, and we wrestled. He won, but he
is Coach Collins son so he has wrestled a lot and I am going
to his house after school tomorrow. I think he wants to jack
off. Do you care?"

Tom let out a huge laugh and said, "Ok, ok. Slow down. You
are way too excited. And no, why would I care. Let me know
how he is, and I will try to meet him. I have coach Collins
too."

"Ok, sorry, I am just talking fast because mother is out
getting the clothes off the clothesline. What did you to
today?"

Now my boyfriend spoke with his usual common sense. "Well,
it was good. It's all new people but my teachers are nice,
and I have two men teachers plus coach Collins. Coach
Collins seems a little weird, though, he kept trying to help
all the boys swing the bat by reaching around them, and then
when we went into the locker room, he stood and passed out
the towels and watched all the guys who took showers. Oh
yes, I have Ron in one of my classes, and I told him a
little but not a lot about this weekend, and he said he
wanted to spend the night with you this weekend."

The only thing that sunk in about what Tom said was that Ron
wanted to spend the night this weekend. My heart stopped
because I wanted to go to Tom's house this weekend and here
he was suggesting I have Ron over instead. "Oh, I said,
Well.hmmm. I will have to ask my mother."

I was silent and said no more. Did school break us up? Was
it the fact that I had found another guy? Did Tom find
someone he isn't telling me about today? Why was he passing
me off to Ron? This was going to be our "Your turn, weekend
for me."  My mind spun with these depressive thoughts all
lovers face when their true love rejects them."

"Phil, hello." Tom said bringing me out of my daze. Tom had
said something while I was bemoaning and I hadn't responded.

"Oh, I'm here. I was just thinking we should spend that
night this weekend together because you know I can't go out
two times on the weekend."

"Oh, I know. I would like that too, but we have to cool it
for one weekend because your mom is trying to organize
everything and we have to let her think you are making new
friends." Tom just became my life's blood with that
statement.  His heart was beating for me and his brain was
doing my thinking. Of course, he was right as usual. I was
smarter than Tom but he complimented me with his simplicity
of thought.

"Yeah, of course. That's a good idea. By the way, how big is
Ron's dick?" I laughed with that statement.

No sooner had I asked this question in jest when I heard a
voice coming from the kitchen area "Phil, you have talked on
the phone long enough, come help me with the clothes."

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."