Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 23:48:44 -0800
From: fwb <fwb@goplay.com>
Subject: "Golf Course"

Written: July 16, 1998
Copyright 1998 fwb

The following is a true account of boy-boy sex.  If you're here and
enjoying yourself then you're not too young to read this, in my opinion.

Friendly feedback welcome.  Replies, maybe.  Flames cheerfully deleted unread.

"GOLF COURSE" by fwb             

By the time we hit puberty, Jimmy and I already had several things in
common.  The same name, the same birthdate, the same schools, and we lived
in the same building.  We also still had little boy dicks and had been
blowing each other since we were eleven years old.  Now at fourteen there
were two main differences between us, one of which I kept well hid.  The
obvious difference was that now his dick was thick and adult sized at 7 1/2
inches, while mine seemed stalled at 5.  The other, much more important
difference between us was that while he was straight and biding his time
until he got a girlfriend, I was already a boylover and was in madly in
love with his young body.  Jimmy was a black haired, blue eyed ordinary,
good looking American boy.  But what a body he had: slender, smooth, firm
all over, naturally well developed arms and chest with the gorgeous legs
and ass of a slim boy athlete.  The funny thing about our friendship at
this point is that although we had grown up and played together as
children, now we had almost nothing in common besides the above.  He was
into socializing, cars, sports and girls.  I was a into music, books... and
boys. The only time he rang my bell was when he wanted to get blown, and
happily that was nearly every day.  If one of my parents were home though,
he would hang around for five minutes for appearance sake, then say he had
to be going.  How come Jimmy never stays, my mother would ask.  "Oh, he
just needed the homework assignment," or "Oh, he wanted to tell me
something," I'd fib.  She couldn't know that when she _wasn't_ home we
spent literally hours together, jerking and sucking.


GOLF COURSE Pt. 2

We lived near a golf course. One boring summer night Jimmy and I found
ourselves together outside.  This was unusual in that now, at 14 years of
age, we never hung out or went anywhere together.  We had no common
interests.  All we did we did indoors, and that was to get together for
sex.  Yet our sexual relationship had changed as well.  Whereas when
younger there was equal give and take, by now it was obvious that I was
much more into this than he was.  Like during 69, which was our favorite
activity, only I would take his balls in my mouth.  Only I would keep
trying to force down more of his cock.  And only I took the bottom
position, ostensibly because he preferred it (made him feel more hetero),
but in truth by my design, so that I could have better access to his ass.
Again, only I was forever caressing his luscious young boy buttocks, opened
and spread so close to my face.  Only I loved to lick up and down his
perineum.  Only I savored his delicious boy aroma, the feel of his smooth
inner thighs on my face, my eyes all the while fastened with longing on
that little hole I wanted so much...

So without admitting anything to each other, here we were -- two "straight"
guys, continuing our boyish sex games only because we didn't have girls
yet.  But it was only he who was looking for girls, and he knew that. It
was only I who was really still into this, and he knew that.  But _he_
couldn't acknowledge he knew this about me, because then he would also be
acknowledging he was having sex with a HOMO, and that was something his
hetero self-image couldn't handle -- and _I_ knew that!  It was a wonderful
psychological standoff, which resulted in keeping the sex going while
allowing me to retain my dignity.  So tonight, with both houses occupied
and our respective friends all busy or away, here's Jimmy and I outside,
with nothing in common and nothing to do.

"Let's sneak on the golf course," he suggested.  He wasn't implying sex
here -- see, we never mentioned that our only interest in each other was
sex because we had to keep appearances up even with each other.  He meant
let's go exploring (and hopefully sex would happen, we both thought, to
ourselves:).  So we found the tear in the fence and onto the golf course we
went.  After an hour of getting yelled at by golfers to get the hell off
the course, hunting for lost balls and such, it was getting dark. So dark
that the course now was virtually empty.  We were at the far end from where
the buildings were, at the fence that separated the course from the woods.
It was time to go home but we both knew the night would be a waste unless
we got it on.  But how to broach the subject?  We had stopped being verbal
and never asked the other "Ya wanna blow?" anymore.  Even that was too much
of a concession.  Fortunately, I also knew this about our delicate
relationship: whereas I could no longer bring up sex (because I was the
homo) with this straight boy, and whereas I was very hot for him (but not
he for me), HE was the hornier one.  All I had to do was bide my time and,
when he couldn't stand it any more, he would find a way acceptable to him
to ask for it.  Sure enough he did, in the only delightful, non-verbal way
he knew.  He got quiet, came closer, and cupped my balls.


"GOLF COURSE" Pt. 3

This stopped everything: movement, conversation, feigned interests,
everything.  This was his signal that we could drop our masks.  I at last
entered his personal space and moved close to him, my hand going to his
bulge.  We stood silently, breast to breast, heads leaning slightly over
each other's shoulder, faces and ears lightly pressing. We stood like that
in silence, but our balls, moving hands and touching faces spoke honesty to
each other: "We can be real now / yes / you know I want it too / yes, I
know / but I can't ... / I know, I understand. you know how much I need you
/ yes / I'm hiding everything / I know / I'm so glad we're at this point
again / me too / we can be real now /yes. you know I'm straight / yes. you
know I'm queer / yes."

Our silent rebonding done, he began undoing my button and pulled down my
zipper.  He fished out my cock and gave it a few jerks like he always did.

"Wait, I gotta take a leak," I told him.  So he pulled out his cock and
joined me pissing against the tree we were standing under.  We shook our
cocks and out of habit put them away.  Having ruined this tree we began
walking to another.  As usual my hand went to his ass, his high, muscled
cheeks so firm in their tight blue jeans.  I'll say this for Jimmy: though
he wouldn't permit me to come in his mouth (though he accepted and
swallowed precum without objection), though he wouldn't lick anything but
my cock (and balls, if I asked), though he wouldn't experiment with kissing
("let's leave that to the girls"), he never refused me any part of his
body.  This was why he was like gold to me, and why I would not do anything
to jeopardize our relationship: he had the boy body that I craved, and
while we were together it was mine.

As we walked he again began undoing my button, groping me a few times.  We
stopped at a tree about a hundred feet from the fence along the woods.  We
looked around to make sure the coast was clear.  No one was in sight.  He
pulled down my zipper, took my cock in his hand and dropped to his knees.
He jerked my cock a few times, then moved his thumb up from base to tip to
see if any liquid came out.  He got a drop and two-fingered it to check if
it was precum or urine.  He wiped it off on his shirt and then took my cock
in his mouth.  I stood with my hands on my hips (you couldn't hold his head
while he blew you) enjoying the sight of his indented cheeks and sucking
lips. From long experience he knew what I liked: at least half the cock in
his mouth, hard sucking and an active tongue.  He was doing all this
diligently here because, amusingly, he always thought he needed to get me
in the mood.

After a minute he rose and presented himself to be serviced.  I dropped to
my knees and undid his button, pulled down his zipper and opened his pants
to his hips.  I pulled down his underpants to expose everything.  I took
hold of his semi-erect cock, sniffed the head, ran my nose up and down its
length (the smell of this boy's genitals was like a drug shot directly to
my brain), tongued the head, ran my tongue fully up the underside, then up
and down both sides, pressed my lips against his still hairless balls,
reveling in his sweet boy perfume, licked my way back up the shaft, planted
a long, pursed lip kiss on the tip, then plunged it into my mouth (Don't
think I am exaggerating these details; I had advanced to passionate
lovemaking of his cock and balls since we turned 13 and remember it like it
was yesterday. He on the other hand merely blew me:).  His cock now
securely in my mouth I moved my hands around to his bare buttocks and
sucked away, his precum leaking into my mouth.

After about two minutes he lifted me up and pulled my jeans and underwear
down to my ankles, letting his drop down too.  My eyes widened as usual
whenever his smooth boyish thighs came into view (I never got to see them
except at times like these; for some reason he always wore long
pants). Jimmy placed both his hands on my hips and looked at me.  I knew
what this meant.  He leaned one way, I leaned the other, and together we
sank to the ground, reversed, for mutual sucking.  At last we were
together, without rivalry or pretense, and as equals.  We needed each other
and now we served each other as we sucked each other, enjoying the most
perfect union two males can experience.  Feeling Jimmy's young mouth
working on my cock, his own cock buried in mine as far as I could get it,
while hearing the sounds of nature on a quiet summer night punctuated only
by the breathing and sucking sounds of two boys, is something I can never
forget.  I was wrapped in a glorious 69 with 14 yr old Jimmy once more, and
all was right with my world...

"Hey look at the faggots!!"  Being in a reverie I heard it as if in a
dream.  But Jimmy's rapid withdrawal got my instant attention. "Oh shit,"
he said and I followed his eyes to the woods.  I could barely make out a
group of 4 or 5 older boys on the other side of the fence, pointing at us
and starting to climb over.  Suddenly a stone landed nearby, then another.
"Let's get the fuck outta here!" I said, trying to pull up my pants.

"Faggot! Faggot! Don't run faggots!"

The hell we didn't.  We fucking bolted, buttoning ourselves up as we ran.

"It's a good thing we didn't take off our pants!" I said as we ran.

"Can you see them?  Are they following?"

"No."

This was the first time we'd spoken since we held each other's balls (and
the last time we had sex outdoors).  When we at last got to the house,
Jimmy's demeanor was already like nothing had happened tonight between us,
as if we had not been sharing the sweetest intimacies mere minutes ago.
His mask was back up.

"All right, see you later" he said, and left me to go into his house.  I
watched him leave until I heard his door slam shut.  I looked at the golf
course for a moment, then turned and went inside.

"You missed supper honey," my mother greeted me.

"I'm not hungry."

I went to my room and closed the door.  I sat on my bed and opened my
pants.  My cock was still wet in places with Jimmy's saliva.  I wiped this
up with a finger and sucked it into my mouth.  I took off my underpants and
found the spots that also were wet with Jimmy's saliva, and sucked this
into my mouth.  I smelled my hands.  They smelled of Jimmy's body, my
fingertips of his anus.  I breathed in deeply several times, then licked
and sucked this too.  The taste of his precum was still in my mouth.  With
a hand to my nose and rolling our saliva and precum around my mouth before
finally swallowing, I jerked off to the fresh scenes of Jimmy and me
blowing on the golf course.

When I came the release was wonderful, but there was sadness too.  The
sadness of a 14 year old boylover without a loving boy to love.

[END]